Chapter 176 Killing Siegfried with His Own Hands

"Siegfried, why are you here?" Ximu took a step forward, his feet on the gravel on the ground, his voice revealing dryness.

He no longer had the original high spirits, and lost the calmness that seemed to be able to face any difficulties, even though Akhtar was the most brilliant man of this era.

But this is also a matter of course. Even if Akhtar can calmly face gods and life and death, when the sword needs to face the important people around him, it will become weak.

The God of Hell sat in the VIP seat, supporting his cheek with one hand, watching this scene with interest. He didn't care much about whether Akhtar could win. He couldn't see the hero fall into a dilemma. This was more satisfying than watching a thousand or ten thousand duels, which could make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

Is it to choose to kill your guide and mentor, so as to bring out the soul of your lover, or to choose to kill your guide and bring out the soul of your lover.

No matter what choice you make, it is an extremely painful thing.

"You are such a bad guy." A sneering female voice came from the side. The God of Hell turned his head and saw a handsome boy with red curly hair, wearing shorts and a jacket, looking at him with contempt.

Dream God, the god in charge of dreams.

"If it is easy to take souls out of hell, then the rules of hell will become a decoration, right?" The God of Hell ignored the ridicule of his colleagues and looked at the two people confronting each other in the duel field. "Even when facing gods, the genius who can remain arrogant and think that all difficulties can be overcome can't remain calm and strong now."

"When he completes the ceremony and becomes a demon, I guess the first thing he wants to do is to kill you." Dream God made such an assertion. As a god serving in hell, he can naturally see at a glance that Akhtar has the potential to become a demon.

With the talent and ability that Akhtar has shown now, as long as he can successfully become a demon, he will definitely grow rapidly, not inferior to any demon in history, and may even surpass the demon known as the strongest outside the world.

"No demon can kill me." The God of Hell asserted. He had already reached the realm of omnipotence, and there was also the blessing of the environment in hell. Even if the Witch of Death came in person, it would be impossible to kill him.

"And Akhtar must be able to survive and grow to the realm of omnipotence. Now he has no time."

"..." The God of Dreams glanced at his confident colleague beside him, and then glanced at the worried Saint of Fate beside him. From her eyes reflecting the duel field, one can see deep worry.

If Akhtar had any accident, he would surely commit suicide without hesitation.

And at this moment.

In the duel field.

"The God of Hell gave me an offer I couldn't refuse." Siegfried told Akhtar the reason for his participation in the duel, "As long as I defeat you, I will be allowed to return to the world for sixty years."

Ximu said in a low voice: "Is it for Yaslaqi?"

"The world above is getting more and more chaotic, and as a father, I am very worried." Siegfried moved his wrists, smiling as generously as ever. He really wanted to return to the world to see his daughter, but he didn't want to be an enemy of Akhtar. There was another important reason for joining the duel.

In order to protect Akhtar from surviving, as long as he could defeat Akhtar in advance, he would not have to face the subsequent round-robin battles of the strong.

The strong men selected to participate in the 12th level of hell trial are all the most amazing people in history.

There are also those who fought against the witch head-on and did not die.

With Akhtar's current strength, it is impossible to cross the 12th level of hell trial, unless Akhtar can be promoted to a demon at this moment.

"You can't beat me now." Ximu shook his head and said, "If you want to see Yaslaqi, I will find a way later..."

"Being rational and being irrational are two different states." Siegfried waved his hand calmly, "If you still want to rely on the Great Sword of Death to weaken my state, it won't be that easy."

He kept the memory of being killed by Akhtar, and knew clearly how Akhtar killed him. From beginning to end, Akhtar did not fight him head-on, but used the continuity of the Great Sword of Death to weaken him, and finally used the artifact Sword of Light to make a fatal blow.

Now he has a clear mind and will not give Akhtar the opportunity to weaken him with the Great Sword of Death, and will also guard against the surprise attack of the Sword of Light.

So he doesn't think he will lose.

Although Akhtar has grown up now, he should be stuck at the peak of human beings, which is at most at the same level as him.

Ximu said nothing, turned around and planned to leave the duel field, but found that his way back had been blocked by a group of people.

"Since you are not going to participate in the trial, it's time to settle our personal grudges." Hercules stood in the front, looking at the man who had killed him, and flexed his wrist, "Akhtar, I didn't expect that we would meet again."

"..." Ximu ignored Hercules and looked at the mature woman wearing a magic robe floating in the air.

The former queen of the magic kingdom.

"Traitor," the magic queen said calmly, looking at Akhtar, then lowered her head and stroked Manyue in her arms. She was also an enemy of Akhtar, but she did not have a strong hatred for Akhtar.

It was for her children.

"You have a very legitimate reason for revenge." Ximu admitted frankly, not taking it seriously when the Magic Queen appeared.

"Accepting the invitation from the God of Hell is not for revenge." Thor walked out of the crowd and came to Akhtar and asked, "You must be stronger now, right?"

The reason why he accepted the invitation was not for revenge, but purely because he wanted to have a fair fight with Akhtar and fight at the peak of each other's abilities.

When he was in this world, he was poisoned by the disorder and was unable to exert his peak strength. Now he has the opportunity to fight Akhtar.

As long as he doesn't want to miss it.

"I thought I would never have the chance to take revenge." The Blood Pope came out, looked at Akhtar, who had now become a truly powerful man, and said calmly:

"Don't die before I complete my revenge."

"I heard that you are the most amazing genius of this era?" A girl wearing clown makeup and holding a card came out and asked Akhtar, "I wonder if you can become a devil."

"Your Excellency Akhtar, I didn't expect that we would meet in hell." The Ghost Queen came out and showed an embarrassed smile to Akhtar, "If there is a chance to fight, I will definitely admit defeat."

She felt the presence of the Creation Witch in hell, and her strength, which had been weakened to almost nothing, was now restored quickly.

Accepting the invitation to fight Akhtar now is purely to admit defeat, so that Akhtar will not be too burdened by the battle and can successfully complete the twelve trials of hell.

As for dying again, she didn't really care.

"There are really many acquaintances." Ximu observed everyone present one by one and knew that he had to continue this duel.

Otherwise, we will inevitably face a situation of siege.

"This is intentional!" Su Na in the audience witnessed this scene and pursed her red lips, "There is no possibility of winning at all."

She had begun to consider whether to make a death return, otherwise she would have to witness Akhtar being killed.

And it seemed that it had been expected.

"Don't think about committing suicide." The God of Hell raised his hand, pressed it on Suna's head, and said with a smile, "My memory will not be affected by time retrieval, and your little tricks will not work."

Su Na: "..."

"This is not the first time that the three goddesses of fate occasionally choose a saint with the ability to interfere with time." The God of Hell explained casually, "Little guy, you are not a unique and special person, you just happened to be chosen by the three goddesses of fate. Just select it to have the authority to interfere in the past.”

Time travel is not allowed in this world. This is an iron law set by the omniscient God, and no existence can violate it.

But the three goddesses of destiny are exceptions. They hold the power of the past, present, and future respectively, and are given privileges by the omniscient god.

And this privilege can be delegated to believers through the three goddesses of destiny.

"Really?" Suna was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and shouted in the direction of Akhtar, "Akhtar, don't worry about so many irrelevant things, just fight with all your strength!"

She met Akhtar's surprised gaze, lightly waved her fist, and smiled brightly.

"Just leave everything else to me."

God of Hell: "..."

Can the Saint of Destiny work this time? Such an important ability to reverse the flow of time is used on a man, or a man who is in company with the Witch of Death.

Usually, the Saint of Destiny deals with major crises, such as dealing with troublesome demons or witches with strange abilities.

And this time, the Saint of Destiny is trying to protect the man.

"Now that I've said that." Ximu smiled with relief, turned around and walked in the direction of Siegfried. The lines of sight between the two sides overlapped, and each other's bodies began to move, constantly closing the distance.

"There is really no shortage of good women around you." Siegfried sighed, and red dragon scales appeared on his body, transforming into a humanoid red dragon, and red flames appeared on his body, which came from the "strengthened" The ability is fully activated.

"But women have no way of affecting the outcome of the battle!" Flames spilled from his teeth, and he breathed out the fiery dragon's breath without hesitation.

The fire engulfed the duel field at this moment.

Subsequently.

"Pfft!" The sword of death passed through his chest. Siegfried lowered his head and looked at Akhtar who rushed towards him with the dragon's breath. Such a counterintuitive scene surprised him, even if Akhtar Now that Hetal has reached the pinnacle of human power, he should not be able to resist the dragon's breath from rushing in front of him.

"There is a huge gap in our equipment." Ximu explained, then drew out the Great Sword of Death and took a few steps back.

Siegfried was stunned for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the silver armor Akhtar was wearing. It was clear that the armor only had some anti-dragon properties before, but now it has become an artifact-level defense.

No wonder Akhtar could rush in front of him despite the dragon's breath.

"Even if you can't win, you still managed to pass a few tricks." He couldn't help but complain, and then his body fell on the hot gravel and disappeared into blue light and shadow.

Ximu was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't expect to be able to kill you with just one sword."

Now he is basically a bucket. Not only does his defense reach the level of an artifact, but his weapon is the Great Sword of Death that was personally enchanted by the Death Witch. He also has the blessings of both the Death Witch and the Goddess of Life.

It would be too easy to deal with Siegfried who was bare-handed and without any powerful favors.

The two sides are not at the same level at all.

"Who's next?" Ximu asked calmly, shaking the Great Sword of Death, but no one immediately stood up to answer.

Now they are all judging Akhtar's strength, and they also want people to test Akhtar's background.

Otherwise, it's too easy to overturn.

"Protest!" The girl with clown makeup came out and raised her hand to complain to the God of Hell, "Akhtar is wearing a divine outfit, isn't this too unfair?"

After they died and came to hell, the equipment they had in their lifetime was naturally unusable, and they could only fight with the unique ability of their souls.

In contrast, Akhtar was wearing a divine outfit.

"Wait, he actually summoned a mount!" The clown girl turned her head to look at Akhtar, stamped her feet and said:

"Is this a fair duel?"

"You can also summon a mount." Ximu raised his hand and touched the neck of the mare, his voice unusually calm, "And so many of you have fought me in turns, isn't it normal for me to have some equipment and a mount?"

The God of Hell thought for a while, and hammered his palm and said: "You have fought Akhtar so many times, so it is normal for Akhtar to wear some weapons."

"What about the greatsword of death he holds?" The clown girl pointed at the greatsword in Akhtar's hand, "Can a weapon blessed by a witch be used openly in the duel arena?"

"Or, Akhtar, use another weapon?" The God of Hell asked, and saw Akhtar take out the sword of light.

The atmosphere fell silent.

The clown girl looked at Akhtar holding the Sword of Light in one hand and the Great Sword of Death in the other, and realized that the other party was... ridiculously rich. She didn't have a magic weapon when she was alive, but this man not only had a magic weapon on his body.

He also wielded two magic weapons.

"If you are really scared, I can not use the Great Sword of Death in the battle with you." Ximu sat on the horse and looked around at the people present, "As long as you say you are afraid of my Great Sword of Death, I can put it away."

"Then I am afraid." The clown girl raised her hand without shame. Her fighting philosophy is to win by all means. There is no moral burden for any strong person at all. As long as it can weaken the enemy's strength, it will be fine.

Ximu also agreed very readily: "Since you are a coward, I promise not to use the Great Sword of Death on you."

"It is reasonable for the traitor's apprentice to be so cunning." The gentle female voice echoed, and the scenery of the world suddenly changed.

The magic queen floated in the air, with the cold and lonely full moon as the background, and gently waved the magic wand in her hand.

The celestial sphere falls.