Chapter 170 Untriggered Death Return

"This is fresh human blood, please use it." The doll girl bent down and placed a cup of steaming black tea on the table. Then she held the tea tray and looked at the girl on the sofa. She was wearing a petal-like long skirt and golden color. Her long hair is tied into a single ponytail, and her temperament gives people an elusive and mysterious feeling, but if you look closely, you can notice the depression and tension.

She was obviously extremely nervous, but she was trying to control herself. It really made people want to bully her, and seeing her crying expression.

But she was just thinking about it, who made this Saint of Destiny Akhtar's friend? A little person like her couldn't afford to offend her.

"Thank you." Su Na lowered her head to observe the tea cup, picked it up calmly, and sipped the tea gracefully. She was trying to maintain the posture that a saint should have and not let her inner nervousness be exposed.

Who put her in the devil's cave now, but Akhtar left temporarily because of something else, leaving her alone in the living room to wait.

"Miss Suna, please come to Lord Akhtar at this time." The doll girl bent down and approached Suna and asked, "This will make it very difficult for Lord Akhtar to do it. You can't do it at all." Didn't you think of it?"

"I will guide destiny to the right ending." Suna put down the tea cup and showed a mysterious smile. She has the ability to return after death. If it is difficult for Akhtar to do it because of her, there is still room for redemption.

In this regard, the doll girl took a deep look at the Saint of Destiny in front of her. She was keenly aware of the self-confidence in the Saint of Destiny. She felt that she would not have an impact on Akhtar and felt that she could definitely affect destiny. trajectory.

"As expected of the Saint of Destiny." She put away her teasing attitude and showed a respectful smile, "Then I won't disturb your chat with Akhtar."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, passing by Akhtar who happened to walk in.

"You're finally back." Suna watched Akhtar walk in. Her original dignified posture suddenly collapsed and she couldn't help complaining:

"It was nerve-wracking to be around that woman."

"The doll has a pretty good personality." Ximu smiled, sitting opposite Suna and explaining, "It's actually not as dangerous as the rumors say."

"If she is not dangerous, then no one is dangerous." Suna rolled her eyes slightly. She knew the rumors about the doll girl very well. A genuine cultist, Cadilon was the one who was recently destroyed. The action of the doll girl.

There is also the Kingdom of Black Rose that provokes the goddess of death and makes the heroes kill each other, which all illustrate how terrifying the doll girl is.

"Since you know the danger, don't come to see me rashly." Ximu shook his head, "In a dangerous place like the Order of Death, even I can't ensure your safety."

"It's because it's very dangerous, so I'm the most suitable person to come see you." Suna smiled, took out a letter, put it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Akhtar.

"This is the letter that Grandma Pope asked me to give to you."

"..."

Ximu opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and read it carefully for a moment. He found that the content was nothing more than asking him to give up following the Witch of Death and provide effective intelligence to the church coalition. After that, he would still be a hero, and the church would give him generous rewards. .

However, this is all based on the fact that the gods will definitely win. To be more precise, Pope Destiny never thought that the gods would lose. He believed that as long as the gods descended from the sky, victory would be inevitable.

There was silence.

Ximu burned the letter in his hand and said to Suna, "I have no choice anymore."

He stood up on his knees.

"Suna, let me take you back."

"Come if you want, leave if you want!" A disdainful hum came, and the tiger-headed orc walked in, with his hands in his pockets and an extremely arrogant expression, "Since the Saint of Destiny came to the door voluntarily, there is no reason. Let her go."

Su Na: "..."

As expected, things still developed like this, and she was now beginning to consider whether to commit suicide and trigger the return of death.

Otherwise it would be difficult for Akhtar.

"What if I must take her away." Ximu stretched out his hand to block Suna's approach, looking at the Tiger King with cold eyes.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The Tiger King grinned and thought carefully about what Akhtar had said. After making sure that there were no mistakes or omissions, he proudly raised his chin and grinned with a wicked smile:

"You can take her away if you want, but you have to wait until the monster witch is resurrected."

He flexed his wrist.

"Letting the Saint of Destiny return to the Church Alliance will inevitably expose a lot of key information. We can only ask her to stay here temporarily."

Su Na: "..."

Why do you think that if she stays here, she will not leak the information of the Death Order? As a believer of the three goddesses of destiny, she can pass the necessary information to the three goddesses of destiny through prayer at any time, so that the church alliance can know the key information.

And she didn't have access to any key information.

If she were to stay now, there would be more risks of information leakage. This tiger-headed orc was a bit confused.

"If you refuse, things will be difficult to handle." Tiger King sneered, "Akhtar, you should understand your position."

"Wait, I can stay!" Suna protected Akhtar behind her with a cold face, "There is no need to threaten me with Akhtar!"

"Then it depends on your performance." King Tiger waved his hand, then turned and left the living room. His mission was completed.

"It doesn't matter." Suna turned her head and smiled at Akhtar, "Being able to stay in the Death Order also makes it easier for me to spy on information."

"I'm going to talk to the Death Witch." Ximu shook his head, but saw Suna grabbing his wrist and showing him a gentle smile.

"Don't embarrass yourself." Suna took out a sharp dagger and smiled slyly at Akhtar, "As long as I die, won't the matter be solved?"

After saying that, he stabbed the sharp dagger in his hand without mercy, directly piercing his heart and ending his... life.

etc.

"...It hurts, it hurts!" Suna clutched her chest and began to roll on the ground, blood staining the ground red. "It's bad, I forgot that life and death have overlapped!"

Ximu twitched his lips, squatted down and treated Suna, healing the broken heart, and then said:

"Do you want me to give you a touch-up?"

"Come on!" Suna gritted her teeth. She could not break the overlap between life and death by herself, so she could only kill her with the help of Akhtar's power.

But she soon changed her tune.

"Forget it, it's good to be alive."

"..." Ximu frowned slightly, followed Suna's line of sight, and found that the Witch of Death had appeared behind her at some point.

"Lord Witch of Death, why are you here?"

"I have something to do with you." The Witch of Death asked coldly, "Who spread the news about me sacrificing half of the souls in this world?"

Ximu turned his head to avoid the cold gaze of the Death Witch. Of course he was the one who leaked this news... No, he was looking for someone to spread the rumor.

The Witch of Death sighed softly and said coldly: "Follow me."

"Yes." Ximu nodded slightly and followed the Death Witch away. He wanted to explain why he spread the rumor that the Death Witch wanted to sacrifice half of the souls in this world.

Suna, who stayed where she was, looked at the blood-stained dagger and gave up the idea of ​​killing herself. She decided to wait until Akhtar came back.

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The next day.

early morning.

"Lord Akhtar?" The doll girl showed a malicious smile and replied to the sleepy Suna, "Now we have started a war with the church alliance."

"What?" Su Na stood up subconsciously, but saw the doll girl moving her fingers, and the imperceptible silk thread tied Su Na tightly.

"Please be patient and wait here." The doll girl smiled, "Don't go anywhere until Lord Akhtar comes back."

Su Na: "..."

Now the situation becomes troublesome. Why don't you try to provoke the doll girl and let her kill you?

after a while.

"The Holy Maiden of Destiny has a good upbringing, and she doesn't even know how to scold others." The doll girl admired from the bottom of her heart, "If you want to try to anger others, I have a little bit of experience. Are you interested?"

Suna remained silent and hugged her knees with her arms.

This doll girl was not angry at all when she was verbally provocative. Instead, she listened to all her provocations with great interest.

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at the same time.

"Boom!" The mushroom cloud slowly rose, the spreading air waves blew away the snow, and a giant ape flew out upside down. Before the body landed, Jörmungandr suddenly sprang out, opening its huge snake mouth, He directly swallowed the giant ape alive.

The scene is like a python swallowing a rabbit.

"..." Jormungandr glanced outside the Kingdom of Hierapolis and clearly saw the Death Religion fighting with the Church Alliance.

It was a battle that was more intense than the fight between monsters. The scale of the battlefield exceeded the limit of sight, as if the flames of war were burning in every corner of the world.

The scale was so large that even a monster like her was surprised, and she didn't know if the Death Order could hold on before she transformed into Typhon, the king of thousands of monsters.

Thinking of this, she began to hunt more anxiously, devouring all the monsters she saw, and incorporating all the monster factors into her body.

The essence of the so-called ritual of resurrecting the monster witch is to allow yourself to accommodate thousands of monster factors and powers, so that you can become a cluster of "monsters". Even if all the monsters in the world die, as long as the "monster cluster" still exists, you can create and pass away anytime and anywhere. All monsters, and you can also create brand new monsters that have never been seen before.

This is the truth about the so-called Lord of Thousands of Monsters.

However, if you want to achieve this condition, you must first accumulate a certain amount of monster factors, and secondly, let the personality of the monster witch cover your own personality.

Success cannot be achieved without any one condition.

So in a sense, becoming the king of monsters, Typhon, is essentially suicide, but for the monsters, it is...an honor.

It is something worthy of joy and pursuit for a lifetime.

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And on the other side.

"Hahahaha... Being an enemy of Akhtar is worth it even if you die!" Crazy laughter echoed on the battlefield. A dwarf wearing a battle armor waved his hammers and rushed towards Akhtar, but still Didn't wait for him to get close.

Akhtar turned his head indifferently, and the black flames overflowed from his teeth, spitting out black dragon breath, and engulfed him whole.

"Stop pestering me." He said with a cold expression, but there were still many people rushing around.

There is no need for him to take the initiative to find enemies. There are always a bunch of believers in the God of War, and there is obviously an overwhelming gap in strength between them.

But because of his reputation as a hero, he challenged him regardless of reason.

"There is no way to ignore a man like you!" A charming laugh came, and a muscular giant rushed over, swinging the big iron rod in his hand and smashing it down.

"Bang!" Ximu caught the falling big iron rod with one hand, and a black flame ignited in his palm, spreading along the iron rod towards the female giant, and in an instant, the female giant was burned to ashes.

"Do you really want to kill me to become famous?" He smiled helplessly, but gradually became excited, looking at the strong men rushing towards him.

"Then there is no way." As soon as he finished speaking, the black flame engulfed his body, and even the silver armor was dyed black.

Then the flame engulfed everything, and the weak challengers were instantly burned to ashes. Only a few strong men with good strength continued to attack Akhtar under the flames.

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"The church really doesn't follow the rules at all." Lu Wei stood on the hillside, her short blue hair fluttering in the wind.

She looked at the war at the foot of the mountain.

"But this time they really want to get rid of us."

"Aren't we planning to sneak attack them in advance?" A green-haired half-elf beside him chuckled, "This can only mean that the church and you have the same idea."

Lu Wei: "..."

Last night she had planned to attack the church coalition in advance, but who would have thought that the church had the same idea, which led to the two sides not declaring war before the war.

But it doesn't matter, everything that can be done has been done, not only joined the Dusk Cult to join the battle, but also pulled out many hidden small cults and let them join the war.

And at this moment.

"Are you the mastermind behind the Cult of Death?" A white-haired woman came over with a cane. "I didn't expect you to be so bold to come to the front line. Are you confident in your own strength?"

"I am just a person who makes plans according to orders." Lu Wei responded lightly, looking at the old woman with crutches, "Is the Pope of Fate going to take me down personally?"

"Hehe." The Pope of Fate smiled kindly on his wrinkled face, "I am just curious about you, but I don't mind if I have the opportunity to take down the brain of the Cult of Death."

"Then you will be disappointed." Lu Wei's body ignited with black flames and disappeared on the spot. She was just a clone of the embodiment of personality. The original body did not appear on the battlefield at all and stayed with the Witch of Death.

This is not because she is afraid of joining the war, but purely because her energy is focused on splitting her personality, and she has no spare energy for high-intensity combat.

"Then let me be your opponent." The green-haired half-elf drew out the long sword at his waist, but saw the Pope of Fate turned into a breeze and disappeared on the spot.

He twitched his lips and said:

"Is it popular to have clones act out now?"