Chapter 177 Creation Witch

"Won?" Suna's eyes widened in surprise. She thought Akhtar would have to fight with the Magic Queen for at least a while, but the result was beyond her expectations. The Magic Queen was killed by Akhtar with one sword, and the falling moon and the Magic Queen were split apart together. The battle ended in an instant.

That was the famous Magic Queen. Even Akhtar's teacher Hecate would find it extremely difficult to face her.

"Isn't this strange?" The dream god beside him chuckled and explained to the Saint of Fate, "Think carefully about the power Akhtar has now. Even if it is just one kind, he can become a real strong man."

At this point, he added another sentence.

"And he is now wearing the coat of the dead, and he has the soul of the Red Dragon King to compensate. It is reasonable that he can end the battle in an instant."

"Can the coat of the dead provide strong power compensation?" Suna was surprised. She didn't feel any power compensation at all. On the contrary, after wearing Norma's coat of the dead, she felt that her power was still limited.

"It is the strong side that makes up for the weak side." The dream god chuckled, "Do you think the coat of the dead that Akhtar wears is the same level as yours?"

Suna: "..."

She pursed her lips and looked at the battlefield. She saw Akhtar on horseback swinging the greatsword of death. The body of the magic queen fell to the ground and turned into light mist and disappeared on the spot. Even the moon that hit the duel field seemed to disintegrate like clouds and mist.

Ximu sat on the horseback, turned his head and looked at the ten people in the audience, showing a provocative smile.

"Hmph, let me do it!" A girl with blue hair and flashing lightning all over her body suddenly kicked the ground and turned into lightning and rushed towards Akhtar.

Her palm opened, and the thunder condensed in the palm of her hand, drawing a gorgeous track on people's retinas, accompanied by the roar of thunder collision.

Continuously tempering thunder and lightning, never defeated in his life.

Absolutely strong.

"Puff!" The great sword of death cut through the air, and in the process cut off the waist of the blue-haired girl, splitting her charming body into two pieces, sliding for a long distance on the gravel-covered ground until it hit the guardrail of the duel field.

No one mourned, and the next one to rush to the battlefield was the Blood Pope, holding a scepter, and his body fell from the air.

"Akhtar, even if my strength in hell is weakened!"

"..." Ximu did not answer, but the mare under him responded, suddenly disappearing from the spot, and appeared behind the Blood Pope as if teleporting.

In response, the Blood Pope had been prepared for this, and the scepter in his hand suddenly turned around, preparing to guard against the great sword of death that Akhtar chopped down.

However.

"Bang!" The horse hoof hit the abdomen heavily, bend the Blood Pope in half, and the open mouth and bulging eyes all showed the strength of the kick of the mare.

The Blood Pope is undoubtedly a strong man. If he were in his prime, or the state of being a god's partner, even the current Akhtar would have no chance of winning.

But the Blood Pope is now just a dead man, and the Blood God he believes in has also fallen, so he has no way to use blood prayers.

The almost unsolvable ability "damage influence" has no way to be maximized. Now he can only exert the peak strength of a human.

No longer the partner of the Blood God in the past.

And Ximu also slashed with a knife, and before the Blood Pope had adjusted his physical condition, he directly chopped off the Blood Pope's head with a knife.

"I'll do it!"

The strongest swordsman a thousand years ago rushed to the battlefield without feeling sad for the Blood Pope for a moment.

"Akhtar, let's have a sword duel!" The swordsman threw away his bamboo hat, pulled out the sword from his waist, and his vicissitudes of life were full of expectations.

"I'm not good at swordsmanship." Ximu shook his head, his lips moved slightly, and he recited the summoning spell. His shadow began to move, and a young lady in a black robe emerged.

He handed the Great Sword of Death in his hand to the lady in black robe, and then explained to the strongest swordsman a thousand years ago.

"She is the attendant of the Witch of Death, and is known to have the black sword that can kill gods. If you just want a sword duel, she is more suitable than me."

"The black sword that assassinates gods?" The swordsman touched the hilt of the sword and looked at the lady of black sword who was walking towards him. He remembered the historical records that the assassin who dared to swing the sword at the gods was indeed an opponent worthy of his fight.

Ximu retracted his sight and said to the audience:

"Who is the next one?"

"Lord Akhtar, are you too anxious?" The Ghost Queen persuaded worriedly, "The enemies you face are all the strongest among the strong, please don't be judged by continuous victories."

"Let's deal with that swordsman first." Thor also nodded in agreement, "Since it is a duel, you naturally have to respect your opponent."

"As long as you win the duel." The clown girl snorted, turned into pieces of cards, and her body appeared on the battlefield.

"Akhtar, you..." Before she finished her words, she saw flames coming out of Akhtar's teeth, and he shot her in the face with a dragon breath without hesitation.

However, she was prepared. Her body turned into a card and disappeared on the spot. In an instant, she appeared in the sky with a card with a crow painted on it between her fingers.

Card summoning.

This is the ability of the clown girl. She can use her own ability to turn defeated creatures into cards, thereby completing the paper of the card creatures.

And as long as the creatures are turned into cards, even if they are killed, they can be resurrected after a period of time.

However.

"Ugh!" The clown girl widened her eyes, the card between her fingers fell, and her lower abdomen was pierced by a horse hoof. This was a way of death that she did not expect. Why could a horse be so fast and so ridiculous.

The body fell.

The clown girl supported the sand with one hand, trying to take out the treatment card to heal her injuries, but suddenly felt her head sink, and her head hit the sand directly.

Consciousness stopped abruptly.

"Partner, I didn't expect you to be so powerful?" Ximu touched the little mare's neck and glanced at the clown girl who turned into broken light and disappeared.

The little mare snorted proudly. After all, she was also the top monster, and she was expected to become the carrier of the monster witch's resurrection. In addition, she got the magic of transforming into a monster witch from the witch of death some time ago.

It's impossible not to be powerful.

"But I'll just have to do the fighting myself." Ximu's voice revealed helplessness, "If the fighting is left to my partner, then wouldn't I be like a pendant on my partner?"

"Is it okay?" The little mare turned her head and asked Akhtar, she was worried that Akhtar would have an accident.

In response, Ximu smiled gently:

"Partner, let me play the role of a knight."

"Yeah." The little mare was silent for a while, looking at Akhtar's gentle smile, she agreed in a daze. Since Akhtar has made a decision, she can only choose to respect it.

"Let me do it this time." A dwarf jumped down from the audience, with scales on his face, and walked towards Akhtar with bare hands.

"Our situation should be the closest." He stopped, opened his arms, and introduced himself to Akhtar.

"I am a hybrid of a dwarf and a nine-headed snake monster. I was born with nine lives. Unless you can kill me nine times at once, I will never die."

"At the same time, I also have the power of the "dimension" demon, plus the ability of self-awakening artifact reappearance."

He grinned.

"I am a mixture of monsters like you!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, heads emerged from his neck, dark purple snake scales emerged from his body, and he turned into a nine-headed snake.

Deadly poisonous gas floated in the air.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are!" The nine snake heads opened their mouths and spit out weapons step by step. They were all the artifacts he had seen in the past.

Although the quality could not reach the level of the artifact itself, the number was obviously more, so as long as it was used well, it would not be a problem.

Ximu did not answer, but his body responded. Red scales emerged from his body and turned into a human-shaped dragon. The flames that burned the world overflowed from the gaps between the scales, burning the air and twisting it.

"Wow, Akhtar was forced to change his state." The God of Hell showed a surprised expression. He certainly knew that Akhtar was not simple, and he also knew that Akhtar had never used his full strength.

And now Akhtar faced the Hydra and actually used all the means of blessing strength directly, which clearly showed that Akhtar attached great importance to the Hydra.

I guess the next battle will be a wonderful battle.

However.

Light flooded the duel field.

The Hydra turned into light mist and disappeared in one blow, and the battle was declared over in an instant.

"Use the Sword of Light now?" The God of Dreams was surprised, but he soon realized that the person using the Sword of Light was not Akhtar, no... To be more precise, someone paid the price of using the Sword of Light on behalf of Akhtar.

The dead man who possessed Akhtar broke away from his coat and fell powerlessly on the gravel of the duel field, looking at Akhtar on horseback.

"Sorry, he is indeed a bit tricky."

"Without my correction, your next battle will be very tricky." The Dragon King shook his head, struggled to stand up on his knees, and staggered out of the duel.

He did not expect Akhtar to be so decisive and use all his magic power to pay for the use of the Sword of Light.

Now Akhtar must fight on his own.

"Then the next one." Ximu's tone became more and more urgent, like a bloodthirsty battle maniac. He could feel the Creation Witch in the deepest part of hell. As his battle became more and more active, the gaze projected on him became clearer.

After a life descended into hell, the Creation Witch, who should have been dormant, would begin to revive, and if that life was still connected to the Creation Witch and was very close, the time of resurrection would be even faster.

Because hell was shrouded by the rules of the goddess of death, and no life was allowed to enter hell, the Creation Witch sealed at the bottom of hell had never had the opportunity to wake up from her dormant state.

But now the situation has changed. A living being has come to the bottom of hell and is connected to the Witch of Creation.

The dormant Witch of Creation will surely be revived.

"Let me do it." Hercules jumped off the duel field and then swung his fist. The density of magic in the air changed.

"Boom!" The duel field shook, and the sky-high flames rushed into the sky, stirring the clouds in the sky.

The battle was triggered instantly.

This battle finally did not end instantly. Hercules relied on the ability of "density" to confront Akhtar head-on.

He was indeed killed by Akhtar before, but that was based on the situation that Akhtar used two swords of light to attack at one time.

Now that Akhtar has to fight a series of battles, he can no longer use the Sword of Light as casually as before.

That's right.

It should be like this.

Light, passing through.

Hercules, who was swinging his fist, showed a helpless smile, his body submerged in the light. He didn't expect Akhtar to be so decisive.

"..." Ximu glanced at the clone beside him who turned into light mist and disappeared. He could use the Sword of Light once more and quickly get rid of the enemy.

"Who's next?"

"Relying on the power of the Sword of Light to win or lose, isn't it too boring?" A blonde elf lightly lifted her long hair, and her emerald eyes reflected Akhtar's appearance. "Duel is a place to compete in wisdom, technology, and ability."

"I just want to take out her soul." Ximu responded lightly, leaving the blonde female elf speechless. She came to enjoy the fun of fighting, while the other party was to save the soul of her lover. Their thinking circuits were different from the beginning.

"Then let me fight you." She took out a beautiful bow made of branches and walked towards Akhtar. "Anyway, I am just recording the memory of the past. It doesn't matter if I die."

"Memory?" Suna in the audience asked in confusion, and then got the answer from the God of Hell.

"Hell is divided into so many layers, plus so many reincarnated souls, how is it possible that hell retains souls every time? It just retains the memory before reincarnation, so that they act according to the logic of their lives."

"Then who fought with Akhtar?" Suna thought of a possibility. If the souls who fought with Akhtar were all memories, then could it mean that Akhtar did not kill Siegfried personally, but just shattered Siegfried's memory.

"Unless he has been reincarnated, it is Akhtar himself who fought with him." The God of Hell ruthlessly smashed Suna's luck. He was not interested in fighting for Akhtar's memory.

"You are really bad." Suna said disrespectful words.

However, the God of Hell didn't care. While observing the battle in the duel arena, he talked about the nature of God:

"As the God of Hell, I can't be kind by nature. This is the underlying impulse carried by "power". Just like men will have impulses when they see beautiful opposite sex, God will also have similar impulses."

"In fact, witches also have similar impulses." A strange female voice suddenly came into their conversation, which made the God of Hell stunned.

He looked around and found that there was no outsider at all, but that voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Who on earth has the ability to conceal his perception.

And at this moment.

"You are such a great woman. I will probably never forget you in my life." Ximu raised his hand to wipe the blood on his cheek, looking at the fallen blonde female elf with a satisfied smile.

And at this moment.

"Akhtar, be careful!" Su Na suddenly shouted anxiously. From the scenery reflected in her eyes, a pair of jade arms slowly stretched out from the void and touched Akhtar's cheek.

"Why did she suddenly appear?" The God of Hell stood up suddenly, and immediately made a decisive move, punching Suna beside him.

"Bang!" Suna's body turned into blood mist. The spreading impact destroyed half of the duel field, and Akhtar, who witnessed this scene, also released the Sword of Light in anger, and the almost unavoidable light hit the God of Hell.