Chapter 180 The Bottom of Hell

Golden Temple.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and everyone present was in a brief shock. They all felt that Akhtar was serious about his joke about sitting on the throne. Akhtar really wanted to sit on this vacant throne.

"Don't sit on it." Su Na's voice was dry, and she quickly reached out to grab Akhtar's wrist, fearing that Akhtar would sit on it.

She didn't know what the consequences would be if she sat on the position of the omniscient god. Maybe nothing would happen, or she might die in an instant.

There were too many uncertainties, so it was better not to try.

"If you want to sit on it, don't drag me down with you." The Red Dragon King who possessed Akhtar took the initiative to remove the possession state.

He stepped back a few steps and said:

"Maybe nothing will happen, or it may implicate everyone, not only you, but also your friends and the tribe may bring disaster."

Ximu was silent, as if thinking.

The white-haired wife who possessed Suna also took the initiative to untie the state of possession and explained the pros and cons to Akhtar:

"Just like the gods will punish all believers who believe in the Creation Witch, if you sit on the throne, the gods in the sky may punish all humans and eliminate all humans."

She clenched her slender hands and placed them on her chest.

"Akhtar, this is no longer the level of killing ten clans. The danger of sitting on the throne may be more dangerous than you expected."

"..."

Ximu was silent for a while and looked at Eden. The two sides reached a tacit understanding at the moment of their eyes, as if they had completed a spiritual communication.

"Akhtar, have you really decided to seize the dominance of this world?" Eden lowered his eyes to hide his mood and asked in a calm voice as always, "Are you really sure about the world in your heart?"

She knew more about Akhtar's situation and abilities than anyone else, even the Witch of Death didn't know as well as she did, so she also had a preliminary understanding of Akhtar's wishes and ambitions.

So she herself doesn't care about Akhtar's idea of ​​sitting on the throne.

As the most brilliant person of this era, it is normal to have such an idea. What's important is whether you have the ability and plan to implement this idea.

In this regard.

"Why can't it be me?" Ximu replied with a smile, "After knowing the conditions of becoming a demon, I knew that the end of the wish must be to seize the dominance of this world."

"The end of the wish is to seize the dominance of this world?" Suna was a little confused and looked at Eden subconsciously.

In her heart, Eden knows everything.

"It can be understood as what you hope this world is like." The white-haired wife took the lead in explaining, and she met Suna's puzzled eyes, "Everyone's ability comes from the inner desire, the desire to see further, or the desire for more people to fall in love with themselves."

She pursed her lips and smiled.

"And in order to fulfill this desire, the corresponding ability will be born. To explain it in easy-to-understand words, just like people want to open up wasteland better and create sickles, and the sickle is a tool created for better opening up wasteland."

"So you can understand that the ability is used to change the world into what you want, and if you want to change the world into what you want, you need to seize the dominance of this world."

"This is why the end of the devil's wish is to seize the dominance of this world, because they all want to change the world into their own shape."

"Wanting everyone to be equal, wanting the whole world to be full of beauties, wanting to be able to kill without restraint, wanting to be able to rest assured forever, and so on, the wishes will eventually develop into changes to the world itself."

After listening, Su Na was silent for a moment and then asked: "Do you have to change the world?"

"If you don't do that, their wishes will not be fulfilled." The white-haired wife shook her head, "Not everyone wants everyone to be equal, not everyone wants the whole world to be full of beauties, and not everyone wants to stay in a world of free killing."

She made an assertion.

"Only by seizing the dominance of this world can they achieve their wishes."

"..." Suna fully understood the nature of the ability, and also understood why Akhtar had a desire for the throne.

However, a trace of despair was born in her heart.

"Isn't this the domination of the weak by the strong?" After listening, the Red Dragon King crossed his arms and said, "The weak don't have the power to choose, right?"

He didn't care.

"As long as the guy who seizes the dominance of the world is not too excessive."

Suna: "..."

Although it was the truth, it sounded a bit heartbreaking.

"He doesn't care if anyone sits on his seat." Eden explained softly, "But the gods will not allow such a thing to happen. If someone puts you on the throne and leaks information, it will lead to many innocent people being implicated."

She looked at Suna on the side and whispered.

"You have the Witch of Death to protect you, but your friends may be implicated."

In the current situation, as long as the Witch of Death is willing to protect Akhtar, the gods will not be able to punish Akhtar, but the people around Akhtar may become scapegoats.

If you want to make Akhtar uncomfortable, you don't have to punish Akhtar himself. You can also charge Suna with a crime, saying that she did not stop Akhtar from sitting on the throne in time, which can also convict Suna.

Afterwards, Akhtar knew that he would not feel good either.

"Forget it then." Ximu gave up the idea of ​​sitting on the throne and went to the back of the throne. He saw a door with an inverted tree carved on it.

He touched the door with the tree carved on it.

"Eden, please protect Suna."

"Yes." Eden nodded slightly, looking at Suna who ran to her side. She knew the choices of the gods of hell in a crisis. They would definitely trigger the return of death artificially, so that the Creation Witch would return to the seal.

"Then let's go." Ximu exhaled, raised his hand to push open the door, and walked in without hesitation. Seeing this, the Red Dragon King also turned into red smoke and reattached to Akhtar to help Akhtar cover up the breath of the living.

After seeing Suna and the white-haired wife overlap, Eden also took them to the bottom of hell.

Passing through the door, the scenery suddenly changed.

The gray earth was endless, and creatures like silkworm pupae emerged from the ground, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, and made sharp hisses towards the sky.

The black-cloaked hell apostles beside them, holding sickles, frantically killed the creatures that emerged from the ground. However, such efficient killing was not enough. The silkworm pupae that emerged quickly transformed after devouring the bodies of their companions, turning into creatures similar to mantises, and their attack power was greatly improved at this moment.

Although the hell apostles still had an overwhelming advantage, the evolved bodies that occasionally survived by chance would evolve into another creature after a short period of fighting and devouring.

It was a humanoid creature with sharp horns growing on the surface of its body, and the five fingers of its hands were frighteningly sharp. With a sudden force from its strong feet, the ground would collapse in an instant, as if it was a cannonball shooting out.

"Why can't they be killed at all!" The pretty girl gritted her teeth and swung her sickle hard, killing the humanoid creatures that rushed over. Then she suddenly jumped back, and the green blood splashing from the humanoid creatures fell on the ground, dissolving it directly into small holes.

These creatures that drilled out from the ground not only have an extremely fast growth rate, but their blood is also highly corrosive and toxic. Just a slight contact will affect people. Many Hell Apostles will feel uncomfortable if they accidentally get stained with green blood.

"Maybe it's because she's about to come." The sudden male voice scared the girl and she quickly swung her sickle to chop.

"Clang!" The swung sickle was held by a hand, and the girl also saw the source of the sound at this time. It was a red dragon with thin braids tied in his hair. He looked at her calmly, and his upright dragon pupils were indifferent.

"Where is the prison for foreign objects?" Ximu asked, which made the girl, an apostle of hell, stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

She quickly clenched the sickle and tried to pull it back, but found that there was no way to pull it back. The hand holding the sickle was clenched very tightly.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions." Ximu pulled the sickle, causing the girl holding the sickle to crash into him. He then pinched the girl's fair neck with one hand, "Just tell me where the foreign body prison is."

Silence.

The girl turned her head and looked at the golden and silver twin towers standing in the distance. Before she could explain, she found that the surrounding scenery was madly retreating. The whistling wind blew over the cloak on her head, revealing her long water blue hair.

"Wait, ah ah ah——!" The girl's scream echoed in the gray earth. Her round thighs involuntarily clamped the man's waist, and the whole person stuck to the man tightly.

When she came to her senses and looked at the surrounding situation, she found that there were corpses everywhere the man passed by. The monsters that drilled out of the ground turned into corpses and fell to the ground, and the wounds were burning with black flames.

What on earth is going on with this man?

"Can you hold back your voice?" Ximu said calmly, and the sword of death in his hand killed the attacking creatures one after another.

"They are not... deaf."

"Woo~" The girl moaned like a little animal, and her legs clamped around the man's waist could not help but exert force, just like a little rabbit. Her hands still tightly grasped the man's broad shoulders, and as the man's legs moved quickly, her little buttocks were lifted up again and again, causing her whole body to rise and fall.

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It has reached this point now.

Unless he encountered a demon or a god, Ximu didn't need to care too much. He ran all the way and encountered many creations of the Creation Witch. Many of them have evolved to the point where they can use magic and confront the Apostles of Hell head-on.

This is the horror of the Creation Witch, the only existence that has the ability to replace the Goddess of Life to create a brand new life system.

And at this moment.

Ximu's footsteps stopped and turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot. Then a huge explosion occurred. The raging black flames erupted in the place where he was before, like a gushing spring, rushing towards the sky and turning into a blooming black flame flower.

Da.

Da.

Da.

In the firelight, a strong man at least two meters tall walked out. His face was full of spells, he was wearing a black cloak, and his hands were wearing sharp gloves.

This is a bishop-level hell apostle.

Compared with ordinary hell apostles, the bishop-level hell apostles are the most advanced fighting force in hell except for the gods.

"Akhtar, don't use the dead man's coat to cover yourself." The strong man waved his hand and looked around, "The God of Hell wants to see you."

"We?" Ximu laughed, "Have you seen anyone else?"

"Where is the Saint of Fate who accompanies you?" The strong man asked, revealing a hint of urgency on his cold face.

The God of Hell had already predicted that Akhtar would invade Hell, and also clearly stated that Akhtar would be accompanied by the Saint of Fate.

However, now he only saw Akhtar, and did not see the figure of the Saint of Fate at all.

"She stayed in the world." Ximu answered, and killed a silkworm pupa that attacked him. He has been acting alone since he descended to the bottom of Hell.

As for Suna, she followed Eden. He didn't know where Suna and Eden were now, but he knew that they were hiding their bodies and watching him quietly nearby.

"Hell needs the Saint of Fate." The strong man clenched his fists, and then relaxed them. He noticed the fearlessness in Akhtar's eyes and knew that it was useless to threaten with words. This man would not be afraid of the majesty of the God of Hell.

"Come with me." He turned around and took Akhtar to the Twin Towers, intending to let the God of Hell make the judgment.

If he had the ability to threaten Akhtar's safety, then perhaps he could let the Saint of Fate in the dark appear to save her lover.

However, after the tentative attack just now, he found that he might not be able to force Akhtar into a desperate situation.

Instead, he might be killed by Akhtar.

At the same time.

In the sky.

Sure enough, he wanted to kill me.

Suna twitched her mouth. She seriously suspected that if she showed up, she might be beaten to death by the God of Hell who suddenly appeared.

However, judging from the fact that they were so eager to kill themselves, the situation at the bottom of hell was really very bad, otherwise they would not have to trigger death return artificially.

"Is the Creation Witch really that difficult?"

"Unless the Goddess of Death returns." Eden gave the answer, "No one in Hell can suppress the Creation Witch."

"Eden, can you suppress the Creation Witch?" Suna asked softly. She didn't know how strong Eden could be, but since Eden was able to resist the interference of the return of death, it meant that Eden was very strong.

Maybe she could stand at the same level as the Creation Witch.

"Suna, I'm not a god." Eden shook her head gently and refused to help. Although many people would subconsciously think that she was standing on the side of the gods, that was just people's assumptions.

From her perspective, looking at gods and witches, neither side was more noble and important, and naturally she would not be biased towards anyone.

Unless the Creation Witch was really an extremely dangerous existence, for example, she wanted to burn the world, or wanted to erase or play with all life.

However, the Creation Witch was not such a dangerous existence. The only bad thing about it was that she liked to capture gods as pets.

But since the gods can herd all living things, why can't the gods be herded.

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"We're here." The strong man stopped and pointed at the open door, then turned around and threw himself into the battlefield, trying to destroy the silkworm pupae that emerged from the ground as much as possible and delay the witch's arrival as much as possible.

"Come down, don't stick to me." Ximu lowered his head and looked at the blue-haired girl who had her legs clamped around his waist and hooked her hands around his neck, and said:

"If you want to stick to me to see the gods, that's fine."

"Hmm..." The girl rubbed her forehead, and in a trance, she loosened her legs clamped around Akhtar, and stood on the ground, looking a little shaky.

It took a few seconds to recover.

"What's the matter with that man?" She glanced at the man who walked into the Twin Towers. After all, she was also a strong person with awakening ability, but she was dizzy because of a man and almost couldn't stand steadily.

Pass through the gate of the Twin Towers.

"Akhtar, let's make a deal." The God of Hell held up a birdcage covered with thorns and showed the soul inside the cage. "I can give you Evelyn's soul, but you have to bring the Saint of Fate to see me."