Chapter 171 The World Is Destroyed

The sky was gloomy.

Stars fell like rain, and the scorched earth was full of flames of war. The scale of the battlefield was no longer limited to Hierapolis, and several neighboring countries had been affected.

Mountains were flattened, and people died every moment. The souls of the dead who could not be reborn seemed to fill every corner of the air.

"You are too weak." The Tiger King laughed wildly, grabbed a head with his bare hands, kicked it casually with his feet, and exploded into a blood mist in the air.

However, at this moment.

The sword passed through, and the Tiger King lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the dagger piercing his chest. He had been maintaining normal perception, and he should have been able to detect it immediately as long as the "wave" he spread was invaded by foreign objects.

"Hmph." A disdainful hum came from behind, and the dagger piercing his chest was decisively pulled out, and the assassin who assassinated the Tiger King had disappeared in the battlefield.

It was the group of guys who assassinated the church.

Tiger King covered his chest, feeling the deadly poison spreading from his heart, spreading through his blood vessels to every part of his body, and his consciousness also became dizzy at this moment.

If he was only pierced through the heart, he could still be saved with his death resistance, but with the poison applied to the dagger, he would inevitably fall.

"Can we only wait for the gate of hell to open?" Pulling the corner of his mouth, Tiger King's legs suddenly swelled, and he jumped directly into the sky, his eyes firmly locked on the church reinforcements that came ten thousand meters away, and suddenly punched.

"Boom!" The wave compressed to the extreme spread, instantly tearing the church reinforcements into blood foam, and the spreading wave formed a clear transparent sphere on the battlefield, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, pushing the air into a strong shock wave.

Until Tiger King was also submerged.

The spreading transparent sphere disappeared, leaving a shocking deep pit on the battlefield. It is estimated that no one can accurately calculate how many people were affected in this process.

But no one cares. Except for a few extremely top-level fighters, most people are just cannon fodder. As long as the number of deaths does not affect the balance of the battlefield, no one cares. For the commander behind the scenes, it is just a number.

"..." Ximu killed the attacker with a knife and observed the direction of the Tiger King. The current battle situation is obviously developing in an unfavorable direction, and the top leaders of the Death Cult are gradually falling.

This is not to say that the top leaders of the Death Cult are incompetent. They have tried their best to eliminate the enemy. However, compared with the huge reserve of strong men of the church coalition, the Death Cult is obviously far inferior. As long as it is included in the war of attrition by the church coalition, the Death Cult will inevitably not win. Defeat is only a matter of time.

In the past, the church had no way to deal with the Death Cult, mainly because the Death Cult was very good at lurking and never engaged in direct battles with the church.

But he didn't care much about it. Now he could see enemies everywhere, which allowed him to experience the pleasure of fighting.

This is enough.

"Akhtar, surrender." Someone came over. He was dressed extremely gorgeously. His clothes were made of pieces of black feathers. The ten fingers of both hands were wearing different colored gems, giving people the feeling of a gorgeous big bird.

"Return to the arms of the goddess of death."

"Forget it, the witch of death is more suitable for me." Ximu sneered, looking at the death pope opposite, his eyes suddenly became cold, "Return to the arms of the goddess of death is impossible."

The man dressed up in front of him was known as the black death bird in the official setting of the game. There was no clear survival time given, and he had the ability to lead any life to death.

"Are you still worried about the Black Rose Kingdom incident?" The black death bird shook his head and advised Akhtar kindly:

"The goddess of death has her own concerns, as a believer, you should be considerate."

"..."

Ximu's eyes did not waver at all, and the great sword of death in his hand ignited flames.

Seeing this, the Black Death Bird also shook his head with regret. Although Akhtar was a rare talent and might have the opportunity to succeed him as the Pope of Death, he did not intend to keep persuading him.

"Then let the Goddess of Death talk to you in person." He took a step forward, black feathers floated in the air, and his hand with gems stretched out to Akhtar.

However, from Akhtar's perspective, it was as if a huge hand covering the sky and the sun stretched out, trying to hold him in the palm and strangle him to death.

Can't win, can't avoid.

As a black death bird whose survival age is unknown, it has the strength to reach the demon level. Although it is not the partner of the Goddess of Death, with the power support provided by the Goddess of Death, it can also surpass the popes of most churches.

After all, the power of the Goddess of Death is too super-standard.

And at this moment.

The red butterfly floated past Akhtar's eyes, and then a tall figure with long red wavy hair blocked him in front of him.

Immediately.

"Boom!" The power of death and disorder collided, spreading from the two people as the boundary, painting the world black and red. The power of the confrontation directly tore the sky apart, splitting the dusty sky in half, revealing the bright starry sky behind the scenes.

The blade was retracted, and Mist immediately reached out to hug Akhtar's waist, took him back a few steps, and distanced himself from the Black Death Bird.

"What an interesting knife." The Black Death Bird looked at his palm, only to see a white mark on his palm, with a faint trace of blood, but it healed quickly in an instant.

Then he looked down at the ground under his feet, and saw that the ground in front of his toes was torn into a canyon, spreading to the left and right sides.

"Are you okay, Akhtar?" Misty loosened her slender hands that were hugging Akhtar's waist, and looked at the man opposite her with vigilance. She felt that the man opposite her wearing black feather clothes was more difficult than the Blood Pope she had fought before.

No... To be more precise, they were completely different in level, and there was no comparison at all.

"Not bad." Ximu shook his head calmly. He was wearing the enhanced Red Dragon Blood Armor, and with the grace given by the Goddess of Life, it was not difficult to resist the attack of the Black Death Bird, and it was enough for him to take time to ask for help.

And this was why he was so calm.

"Let me hold him back." Misty clenched the long sword in her hand, and the power from the disorder spread, dyeing the long sword bright red, and the crystal red butterflies fluttered, silently disintegrating the world.

"What a touching feeling." The Black Death Bird laughed and walked towards Misty calmly. The black feathers in the air collided with the crystal red butterflies, turning into orchid flames and disappearing.

Misty took the lead in swinging the long knife, and the sharp blade cut through the air, spreading a deep red and engulfing the man who was walking over.

She took a step forward calmly, preparing to delay as much time as possible so that Akhtar could have time to evacuate.

And at this moment.

"Retreat." A slender hand grabbed Misty's wrist, and before she could react, dragged her to the edge of the scene, so fast that people could not react, as if they had completed teleportation.

"Why are there so many women protecting Akhtar?" Black Death Bird walked out of the deep red, looking at Akhtar and Misty, who were dragged away by a girl with milky white hair, and felt very subtle.

Inexplicably, he had the illusion that if he continued to chase Akhtar, some troublesome woman would suddenly appear.

"Maybe he is more popular with women?" A chuckle suddenly came, and Black Death Bird turned his head expressionlessly, only to see a mature woman walking over.

She was tied up with white bandages all over her body, outlining a moving figure, looking both sexy and holy.

"It's too much of a bully for the Death Pope to attack the little guy himself." The Corpse Witch smiled sweetly, "Let me be your opponent."

"There is more than one witch behind the Death Cult." Black Death Bird put away his casual attitude. He had to take it seriously when facing a witch of this level, otherwise he might really die.

Before finding a suitable successor to the Death Pope, he didn't want to go to hell to serve the Goddess of Death.

"There are probably hundreds of witches behind the Death Cult." The Corpse Witch made up a lie while activating her own power and began to use the corpses on the battlefield, forcibly manipulating them to attack Black Death Bird.

Corpse, this concept seems very narrow, and can only be limited to the body left after death, but this does not mean that she can only control corpses, but can also turn others into corpses, so that they become toys in her hands.

Now manipulating corpses to attack is just a test behavior.

"No matter how many witches there are, since you have all ended up." The black death bird looked up, "then they should end up too."

The portal in the sky opened, and the gods from the sky descended, announcing that the battle had escalated and became a confrontation between witches and gods.

...

...

The next day.

It was dawn.

"You can leave now." The tightly closed door opened, and the puppet girl walked into the room and smiled at Suna at the table, "Although the monster witch has not been resurrected, the war is almost over."

"You lost?" Suna asked curiously, and saw the puppet girl pointing her finger at her chin, thinking carefully and said:

"It's probably a lose-lose situation." She kept smiling, "This world probably needs the goddess of life to recreate living things."

"What do you mean?" Suna had a very bad premonition. This world needs to recreate life, which can only happen in one situation, that is, all life in this world has been extinct.

"It means literally." The puppet girl came to the window, opened the tightly closed curtains, and revealed the scene outside.

"In order to win the war, both sides have begun to do everything they can. When they come to their senses, the world has become like this."

"..." Suna came to the window and looked at the doomsday scenery outside the window. She saw flowing magma covering the earth, and there was no sign of life.

"Even that woman Lu Wei didn't expect the situation to turn out like this." The puppet girl shook her head and explained to the silent Suna, "I thought it was just a local war between witches and gods, but when it actually started, I found that the conflict could not be controlled at all. Many hidden demons and witches were inevitably involved, and there were a lot of unexpected situations."

Suna was silent for a while and asked, "Can you tell me what the unexpected situation is?"

"For example, before the death of the Alchemy Witch, she buried ancient bombs all over the world in order to eliminate the church's reinforcements as much as possible." The puppet girl made an explosion gesture, "The replica that inherited everything from the Alchemy Witch fired at all the locations of the church indiscriminately, involving everyone, and many people were blown to death before they could react."

The key is the replica of the Alchemy Witch.

Suna thought silently that as long as she waited for her death and returned, and dealt with the replica of the Alchemist Witch in advance, the situation should be avoided from going to the worst.

However.

"But I have to say that the Twilight believers are even more extreme." The doll girl explained while facing Suna's gaze, "They sacrificed the lower class believers on a large scale and created a large number of erupting volcanoes, hoping to flood all the church believers through this method. die."

Do you still have to deal with the crazy Twilight Cultists?

Suna was already a little desperate. If she just found one person, it would be a relatively simple matter, but if it was the Twilight Believers scattered around the world, it would be too difficult to deal with them in time.

"But the most serious one is the battle between a witch and a god." The doll girl clasped her hands and counted, "In order to have enough materials to fight against the goddess, the corpse witch refined all the living creatures she saw into corpses. Use it as a consumable to fight against the gods.”

"In order to fight against the goddess of life, the imaginary witch and the color witch created several cages to hold millions of living beings. As long as the goddess of life takes action, one of the cages will be destroyed."

"There is also the Moon Witch who summons the false moon to cause the heaven and earth to collide, and the Dividing Demon uses the earth as a chopping block to cut everything without restraint."

Suna raised her hand to cover her forehead, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. She began to doubt whether she would be able to change such a bad ending if she went back to the past.

"But it's all worth it." The doll girl happily turned around in a circle, "Now more than half of the lives have died, which is enough for us to launch an attack on hell and unseal the Witch of Death."

She looked at Suna's desperate eyes.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you're going to cry?"

"Kill me." Su Na said desperately, but when the doll girl saw this, she shook her head and stepped back a few steps:

"You are Lord Akhtar's friend, how could I kill you?" After saying this, she planned to turn around and leave.

However, Su Na suddenly reacted and asked:

"Wait, is Akhtar still alive?"

"Of course he's still alive." The doll girl turned her head and replied, "If you want to find Lord Akhtar, just go to the top of the castle."

"Thank you." Suna left in a hurry and ran towards the top of the castle. Now she wanted to commit suicide immediately. The world was already worse, but when she heard that the Death Witch would be unsealed, she immediately realized that the world could be even worse.

Soon after, Suna climbed up the stairs and came to the top of the castle. She saw Akhtar sitting on the castle. He seemed not to notice his arrival, looking at the world covered by magma.

"Akhtar, are you... okay?"

Ximu responded calmly: "Because of the grace of the goddess of life, everything is very good except for a little lack of magic power.

"Is everything really going very well?" Suna asked, but Akhtar remained silent, obviously not wanting to answer her question.

She came to sit next to Akhtar and said softly: "I am now the Saint of Destiny, and I have been favored by the three goddesses of destiny."

Ximu remained silent and did not answer.

"Because of the blessings of the three goddesses of fate, my strength has been greatly improved." Su Na continued to speak calmly, "Not only can death return be regressed to three days ago, but also the time limit for death return can be freely determined."

If it only took one day to die and return, then she really couldn't stop everything, but thanks to her being able to die and return to three days ago now.

So there is still a chance to save everything.

"Suna, you are such a good woman!" Akhtar's dim eyes lit up, he pulled out the sword of death and looked at Suna's white neck, as if he was thinking about how to strike better.

"Come on, kill me." Su Na took a deep breath, raised her white neck slightly, and then suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and her consciousness became drowsy.

Subsequently.

"Suna, I have a task for you." A kind and familiar voice came. Suna looked at the Pope's mother-in-law and pushed the envelope on the table in front of her, "Give this letter to Akhtar. , this is something only you can do.”

There was silence.

Suna's expression became serious, and she said to Grandma Pope, who kept a kind smile: "Grandma Pope, the world is going to be destroyed."