Chapter 169 The Upcoming Conflict

"Why did I still get the favor?" Ximu looked at his hands, and then at the statue of the Goddess of Life. He seemed not to understand the goddess of life's choice. It was clear that he was praying to the goddess of life to withdraw the favor, but he was rejected by the goddess of life. The goddess bestows a stronger favor, which is not inferior to the favor bestowed by the Witch of Death.

"If you can obtain the favor of the goddess, it means that you are the one who is watched by the goddess." A gentle female voice came from behind. Sister Margot was seen walking dignifiedly and came to the confused Akhtar. She folded her hands on her lower abdomen. In front of her, she has a dignified and gentle temperament, and her mature figure has the illusion of bursting through a nun's uniform.

"Sir Akhtar, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Have you been recognized?" Ximu smiled, looked at Sister Margot with a gentle smile, and said helplessly:

"But I am not someone worthy of the goddess's attention." He came to a bench and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers on his chest.

And Sister Margot naturally came to sit next to Akhtar. As a nun who serves the gods, she has the obligation to listen to the voices of believers, even though the blessings Akhtar has received far surpass her. Ordinary nun.

"I am a member of the Cult of Death, and I have killed many people, including many believers of gods." Ximu's voice was low, with a hint of fatigue, "If I always hold the favor of the goddess of life, I will definitely let life The glory of the goddess is damaged.”

Logically speaking, this is indeed the case.

Sister Margot kept smiling. She understood Akhtar's thoughts very well. Nowadays, some people are indeed discussing why Akhtar can still hold the favor of the goddess of life after joining the Order of Death. Now Akhtar You are the man most favored by the Witch of Death, and you may have completely abandoned your faith long ago.

Various discussions are questioning why Akhtar still holds the favor of the goddess of life. Of course, there are also people who support Akhtar among them.

And she is undoubtedly a supporter of Akhtar. From her perspective, Akhtar is a hero who has to submit to the Witch of Death, and she is also trying her best to interfere with the decisions of the Order of Death and the Witch of Death. , reduce unnecessary losses in war.

Not being an enemy of the Church of Life, not being an enemy of the Church of Justice, not being an enemy of the Church of Wealth and Contract, all of these protect the operation of the law and the economy to a certain extent, but not being an enemy of the Church of Life also ensures the operation of medical care. , of course, in today's situation where life and death overlap, medical treatment is basically meaningless.

However, this also illustrates Akhtar's belief in the goddess of life.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, you have done a great job." She reached out, grabbed Akhtar's hands, and wrapped them tightly with her palms. "Without your efforts, the world would definitely be a worse place. , the gift you receive is your proof and your reward.”

Ximu was silent for a moment, looking at Sister Margot who held his hands with a gentle and sincere smile, and said:

"It seems that I can't live up to the expectations of the goddess of life."

"Instead of living up to the expectations of the goddess of life, I hope you can live up to yourself." Sister Margot put down her hand holding Akhtar, raised her hand to gently touch the hair beside her ears, her gentle smile was filled with concern. , "You must not feel well in a place as dangerous as the Death Cult, right?"

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, and then, under the statue of the Goddess of Life, he began to talk to Sister Margot about what he had encountered in the Order of Death. By the way, he learned that the Witch of Death had become impatient and planned to use very cruel methods. Forcefully pry open hell.

"Use more than half of the souls in the world to attack hell." He leaned back on the chair and covered his cheek with one hand. "As long as there are enough souls going to hell at one time, we may be able to directly locate the existence of hell and open hell directly. door."

"With half of the world's souls?" Sister Margot covered her mouth in surprise with an incredible expression, "The Witch of Death is actually so cruel and wants to kill more than half of the world's life!"

Of course it's impossible.

Ximu thought silently, of course such a vicious idea could not have been thought up by the Death Witch. This was just an evil guide he found on the forum. Now it is just to put pressure on the gods to ensure that after the monster witch is resurrected, Let the goddess of death come to the world and start a duel with the witch of death.

"That's just an alternative plan." He stood up on his knees and smiled at Sister Margot, "I will try my best to prevent the Witch of Death from doing that."

"..." Sister Margot pursed her lips, looking at Akhtar's steady smile, and found that she could not say anything.

It is unimaginable how terrible the world would be if Akhtar was not by the Death Witch's side.

After a moment of silence, she could only whisper:

"Please protect yourself."

"The Witch of Death is very kind to me. Don't worry about my safety." Ximu waved his hand and then left the church.

Margot looked at Akhtar's back in the distance, as if she could see this world-famous hero heading towards a dark and desperate future.

She lowered her eyes, clasped her hands with her fingers, and began to pray to the goddess of life. She was about to report the fact that the dying witch might sacrifice more than half of the world's souls.

This was really too terrifying. She never expected that the Witch of Death could be so inhumane and come up with such vicious methods.

If it is not stopped, it will definitely be an unprecedented disaster.

Outside the church.

Ximu found the waiting Eden and the little mare, and went to the duel field where monsters gathered together, preparing to witness the birth of Typhon, the king of monsters.

Shortly after they left, the Kingdom of Joy underwent a subversive change. The Order of Death took over the Kingdom of Joy and opened up a path specifically for monsters to advance, allowing all monsters to compete. Become Typhon, King of Monsters.

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City in the sky.

"The Sky City will not participate in the war against the Cult of Death." Aslaqi threw the letter in her hand into the fireplace and said coldly to the envoy not far away:

"You should know very well that I cannot be an enemy of Akhtar."

"They are enemies of the Death Cult." The messenger added, but saw that Aslaqi was unmoved, obviously unwilling to join the war against the Death Cult.

He shook his head.

"As the queen of the Sky City, I'm afraid your stance is not very good."

"Are you done?" Aslaqi responded coldly. She was not swayed by the messenger's verbal threats. She had already made her decision and was prepared to bear the consequences.

The gods were unwilling to resurrect the monster witch, and also wanted to destroy the Death Order, so they began to mobilize various countries to join the crusade.

Naturally, Sky City was also invited.

"Now that you have made your decision." The messenger sighed, bowed respectfully, and then simply left.

And not long after the messenger left.

Asraqi turned around and came to the window, looking at the wind and snow outside the window, and fell into a long silence. She was worried about Akhtar's safety.

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Magic Kingdom.

In the big library.

"Okay." Hecate put down the tea cup, looked at the surprised messenger opposite, and smiled gracefully, "I may not have seen my apprentice for a long time."

"Ms. Hecate, I think you misunderstood." The messenger opened his mouth, "We are inviting you to join the crusade against the Death Cult, not to meet with Lord Akhtar."

"What difference does it make?" Hecate asked with a smile, "Do you still want me to kill the traitor with my own hands?"

"It is a crusade against the Death Cult and has nothing to do with Lord Akhtar." The messenger explained again, and then Hecate shook her head and said:

"He had no choice."

messenger:"……"

"I already understand the situation." Hecate waved her hand, and the envoy didn't say much when he saw this, and left the big library respectfully.

And in the Dragon Empire.

"Hahaha~ Are you going too?" The White Dragon King laughed heartily and raised his hand to rub the white-haired Loli's head, "That's fine, maybe this will be the last time you see Akhtar."

The white-haired loli's cheeks bulged slightly, and she said dissatisfied: "He won't die."

"Even gods and demons may die, Akhtar may not be safe." The White Dragon King said jokingly, but there was seriousness in his words. He understood the seriousness of the situation better than others. Now the gods are If you really plan to wipe out the Order of Death, this will inevitably involve a battle between witches and gods.

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A few days later.

Hierapolis.

This is a relatively wealthy country, famous in the world for its hot springs. It is rumored that there is a gate to hell underground in the country of Hierapolis.

But that's just a rumor.

Hell does not exist underground, but exists on another level of the world that is beyond human reach.

Of course this place will soon become a veritable gate to hell.

On an unknown mountain.

"Hiss!" Medusa, who had a human body and a snake tail, stuck out her forked tongue, and her jewel-like pupils lit up. The monsters that attacked her turned into stone statues one after another, and were soon covered by her hair... no, to be more precise. Swallowed by venomous snakes one after another on the head.

But soon she stopped.

On a stone not far away, a man wearing silver armor looked sideways at her, waved his hand and said:

"Don't pay attention to me."

"..." Medusa stuck out her forked tongue. She knew the dangerous man in front of her. Akhtar, who helped thousands of monsters gather, traveled to various countries in the past few days to open up roads for monsters to gather. Artificially strengthened It’s time for the monsters to gather.

She licked her red lips and left unexpectedly obediently, without any intention of becoming an enemy of Akhtar.

Who makes Akhtar very strong.

"They are almost here." Ximu exhaled a breath of white mist and walked towards the outside of Hierapolis. The battle today is not only between monsters, but also between the Death Religion and the Church Alliance.

at the same time.

on the other side.

Among the snow-covered mountains, the flags of the army fluttered in the wind and snow. The army, composed of dragons, elves, humans, dwarves... and a small number of elves, gathered into a long dragon and advanced towards the country of Hierapolis.

And behind the team, there was a carriage that was closely protected by the knights.

"Is this also destiny?" Su Na held her cheek with one hand, looked at the white-haired woman opposite, and said with a frown:

"I don't want to fight Akhtar."

"We are only providing rear support." The white-haired woman smiled peacefully and warned Suna, "And you are the Saint of Destiny now. You must pay attention to the demeanor of a Saint and not be too casual and willful."

"There's no point in pretending in front of the Pope's mother-in-law, right?" Su Na sighed softly, her expression still very melancholy.

If she was just attacking the Death Cult, then she would naturally have no burden and would be able to kill without hesitation.

But the situation is different when it comes to being an enemy of Akhtar.

"We are just providing intelligence support in the rear." The Pope of Destiny comforted Suna softly. She knew Suna's reluctance very well. No one would feel good to be hostile to their friends, but the support provided by the Church of Destiny was necessary, which was related to the acquisition and countermeasure of intelligence.

"I hope Akhtar doesn't know that I am involved in this war." Suna sighed. She didn't have to participate in this war, but she was promoted to the Saint of Destiny some time ago, and was forced by the Church of Destiny to participate in this war against the Cult of Death.

"Since you are friends, he won't hurt you." The Pope of Destiny smiled and was very peaceful. "Even if you run to him, he will let you go back safely because you are friends."

Suna's expression froze. Looking at the smiling Pope of Destiny opposite her, she felt that something was wrong, and then her intuition was fulfilled.

"Suna, I have a mission for you." The Pope of Fate took out a letter and put it on the table, gently pushing it in front of Suna, "Give this letter to Akhtar, this is something only you can do."

"Let me deliver the letter now?" Suna widened her beautiful eyes, but saw that the Pope of Fate kept smiling, and couldn't help questioning:

"Pope Mother-in-law, aren't you worried that I will be killed before I meet Akhtar?"

"This requires a test of your ability." The Pope of Fate maintained his usual gentle smile, "If you really can't contact Akhtar, then you don't have to deliver this letter."

Suna, who was sitting opposite her, was the contemporary Saint of Fate, who had the ability to return after death, and could return after death even if she was killed.

This was also the reason why she was willing to let Suna take risks.

"Then I'll try." Pursing her lips, Suna took the letter on the table, got up and left the carriage, and headed towards the country of Hierapolis under the escort of the knights.

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The cold wind was howling.

After arriving at the border of Hierapolis.

In front of the towering city wall.

Suna pursed her lips nervously and observed the soldiers on the city wall. She found that there were not only believers of death, but also many believers of dusk, and many believers of different demons and witches.

And at this moment.

The city gate was lowered.

"Suna, you shouldn't come to me at this time." Ximu appeared on an eight-legged horse, followed by a team of believers of death.