Chapter 192: Promoted to Demon

Doris.

In front of a hotel window.

"Do you want to... go?" A woman in a nun's uniform and long golden hair raised her hand and pressed on the holy sword at her waist, "Akhtar is in a weak state."

"Saint, even if Akhtar is weak now." A girl wearing a bamboo hat and a dignified temperament said helplessly, "We have no chance of winning."

"..." The Sword Saint showed an unwilling look, her slender fingers tightly grasped the holy sword at her waist, and then she let go helplessly, "If Akhtar becomes a demon, he will definitely be a very dangerous existence, and maybe he can grow to the height of the Witch of Death."

After witnessing the fighting talent displayed by Akhtar with her own eyes, she has confirmed that Akhtar has... no, perhaps a talent that surpasses the Witch of Death. If such a dangerous existence is allowed to grow, the whole world will be threatened.

In response, the girl in the bamboo hat rolled her eyes and came to the side of the Sword Saint to comfort her, "Akhtar doesn't have enough time to grow up."

The Sword Saint thought for a while, raised her hand to close the window, and gave up the crusade against Akhtar. This was not because she turned a blind eye to Akhtar's threat, but simply because she couldn't beat him, even though Akhtar was extremely weak.

But Akhtar was still terribly strong in his weak state.

The girl in the bamboo hat was relieved when she saw this. As long as she thought about fighting Akhtar, her sword-holding hand would tremble unnaturally, and she had no way to exert the power of the sword prayer.

This was not because she was timid, but simply because the gap between them was too huge, causing her body to tremble instinctively.

"Why is he not a demon even though he has that level of power?" She muttered quietly, "The gap between people is...too big."

"Let's go, we should leave." The voice of the Sword Saint suddenly came, and the girl in the hat came back to her senses, and hurriedly followed the Sword Saint's back and left.

This scene happened in many places in Doris City, and many strong men tacitly gave up dying, even though they were all strong men of this era.

But they all had to admit one fact, that is, Akhtar had become the strongest under the gods.

The undisputed strongest.

As for signing a contract and being forced into a duel, the gods in charge of the contract had already taken action to cut off the binding force of the contract.

Now whether they want to go up is purely based on their personal wishes.

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On the scorching sea, the reflection of the Tree of All-Knowing slowly sank into the deep sea.

“No one is coming?” Ximu sighed in disappointment. After confirming that no one dared to challenge him, he then threw away the potion bottle in his hand. As the potion bottle flipped in the air, it fell into the sea, stirring up a circle of ripples.

The sea surface reflected a shuddering reflection. The red scales on his body were burning with flames, which complemented the burning Tree of All-Knowing, as if to drag the reflection of the Tree of All-Knowing into the deep sea.

Ximu looked up at the sky, staring at the stars that belonged to him, exhaled a breath of hot flames, and his appearance changed, exactly the same as the reflection under the sea.

And with this change, the stars that belonged to him in the sky disappeared, representing his destiny, no longer showing on the starry sky.

The ceremony was declared complete.

"The game is over." Ximu turned his head and looked at the shadows of the gods who were watching him. He challenged me fearlessly, "Do you want to play a life-and-death game with me?"

"Akhtar, you have no respect for the gods." A woman with a long sword on her waist and long silver hair said coldly, "Do you think you can defeat the gods now?"

"After becoming a demon, I found that you are very weak." Ximu showed a bad smile and looked at the goddess of swords, "Do you want to prove your strength?"

The goddess of swords raised her hand and touched the long sword on her waist, and then glanced at the direction of Doris City and said, "Akhtar, you should care about your teacher."

"She may be dead." A muscular man with khaki skin and extremely developed muscles sneered at the arrogant Akhtar:

"When you see her body, I hope you can still be arrogant now." As soon as he finished speaking, he removed the projection.

Seeing this, the other gods also tacitly untied the projection. Although Akhtar provoked the gods, they would not come down to fight Akhtar for this purpose.

It was not that they were afraid of Akhtar who had become a demon, but simply because the Witch of Death was in Doris City. If they dared to come down to fight Akhtar, they would die regardless of winning or losing.

"Cowardly guy, you are very generous in giving Adam a favor." Ximu shook his head slightly, and then summoned the mare.

He turned over and rode on the mare.

"Partner, let's go to the Magic Kingdom."

"Akhtar, have you become a demon?" The mare turned her head and looked at Akhtar, whose breath had changed greatly. She could already feel the man on her back, so powerful that it made people tremble.

"Yes." Ximu smiled, "But I haven't had the chance to use the power of the devil yet. The gods are more timid than I expected."

"..." The little mare was slightly stunned. Such an arrogant and contemptuous tone of the gods, coming from Akhtar's mouth, made her feel a strong sense of disobedience. However, when she thought that Akhtar had been promoted to a devil, she felt that this statement seemed quite normal.

She rubbed her hooves against the sea surface, and then her body suddenly ran towards the horizon, at an incredible speed.

Although Akhtar is already a demon-level strongman, her proud speed can still help Akhtar.

But if Akhtar continues to become stronger, then her role may become dispensable.

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Doris City.

In the room where the witches gather.

"Run to the Magic Kingdom directly." The corpse witch showed a surprised expression, "Akhtar, you are really worried about the teacher."

She glanced at the Death Witch who was reading silently and smiled slightly.

"I thought Akhtar would come to tell you the good news as soon as possible. It was obviously you who completed the ceremony."

Witch of Death: "..."

"It's not a big deal anyway." The Moon Witch breathed sleepily, stood up with one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and walked out of the room while speaking to the Corpse Witch, "If you really want to join in the fun, It’s not too late to get to the Magic Kingdom.”

"Do I seem to be just joining in the fun?" the corpse witch retorted, but her body was very honest and she climbed over the window and flew toward the sky.

She is not a woman who likes to join in the fun, but she wants to know how strong Akhtar is as a demon.

What kind of power can the most amazing and talented man of this era show when he becomes a devil?

Just thinking about it makes people curious.

The Witch of Death stopped flipping through the book, cast her gaze in the direction of the Magic Kingdom, and then continued reading with her head down.

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Magic Kingdom.

Big library.

"..." Ximu pushed open the door and walked in, followed by the little mare who had transformed into a human form. The two hurriedly walked towards the place where Hecate always read.

"Apprentice, you are late." Hecate turned her head and looked at the apprentice who came in a hurry, showing an extremely gentle smile, "My master is not as weak as you think."

"You're so weak, don't hold on." Ximu said angrily, came to sit next to Hecate, raised his hand and touched Hecate's forehead, "Didn't the Creation Witch treat you?"

"As a teacher, there is no way to trust the Creation Witch." Hecate shook her head gently, expressing her distrust of the Creation Witch very straightforwardly. Although the Creation Witch could cure her quickly, in the event of a creation The witch came up with a strange idea and wanted to study the power of the witch of fate. Then she might undergo unpredictable changes.

So she prefers to treat herself.

"The Creation Witch is pretty good." Ximu said something that even he didn't believe, which made Hecate reach out her hand and flicked his forehead in annoyance.

"A master is the one who understands destiny." Hecate withdrew her hand and looked at her apprentice, rubbing his forehead and looking at her with an aggrieved expression.

"Forget it, let's talk about something serious." She chose to change the subject and explained to Akhtar, "Thanks to the help of the Creation Witch this time, my master can successfully tear off a corner of his destiny."

"Tear off a piece of fate?" Ximu pretended to be confused, and saw Hecate take out the glass bottle out of thin air and gently shake the eyeball inside.

"This is the eyeball of the goddess of the past. It has the ability to see all past history."

Ximu raised doubts: "Can this eyeball work?"

In this world, people often have their arms chopped off and their hearts dug out, but they can be regenerated very quickly. Even if the severed arms and hearts are transplanted, they will not gain the corresponding strength.

This is not only because power is related to the soul, but also because there is incompatibility, unless it is the case of the resurrected monster witch, who can converge into a powerful life form with compatible bloodlines.

And just grabbing an eyeball is meaningless.

"What I'm tearing off is a piece of fate, it's not just about grabbing the eyeballs." Hecate explained unexpectedly and patiently, "If I have the opportunity to capture the three goddesses of destiny in the future and study them, I should soon be able to do so." The power of destiny can be developed to the extreme.”

"Understood." Ximu nodded slightly, "If I have the opportunity in the future, I will capture the three goddesses of destiny and give them to the teacher."

"I'm not in a hurry as a master." Hecate shook her head gently and spoke insincerely, "This torn off piece of fate is enough for me to study destiny."

In fact, she is now very anxious to develop the power of destiny. Since Ragnarok is approaching in the future, and her apprentice is about to embark on a path of no return, she must create a new destiny line.

Otherwise everything will be irreparable.

"I'm very anxious." Ximu said jokingly, "If I don't help the teacher become stronger soon, won't I have to graduate?"

"Well." Hecate fell into thinking, "Apprentice, you may be more powerful than your master now."

As for how strong her apprentice is, she actually knows it very well. If she is a magician from the specialized school, then her apprentice is... a specialized combat magician, even though her theoretical knowledge can crush her. His own apprentice.

But fighting is another story.

Unless she can capture the three goddesses of destiny, she can establish an absolute power advantage over her disciples.

However, she couldn't defeat the three goddesses of fate, so naturally she couldn't become stronger by studying the three goddesses of fate.

And if she can defeat the three goddesses of destiny, she will naturally be stronger than her apprentice.

"Teacher, I have only been a demon for less than a day." Ximu waved his hand, "How can I be your opponent, Teacher?"

Hecate stared deeply at her well-behaved disciple, and then sighed melancholy, making Akhtar show an expression of confusion.

"The teacher will talk to the Witch of Death. You should think about what you want, right?"

"Is this a revelation from fate?" Ximu asked, but Hecate kept a gentle smile and did not elaborate on whether it was a revelation from fate.

Seeing this, he did not ask more questions and said:

"Teacher, I have to go back to the Witch of Death first."

"The teacher is very happy." Hecate smiled gently and stroked Akhtar's cheek, "You can come to see the teacher as soon as possible."

"I am also very happy to see that the teacher is safe and sound." Ximu smiled, then stood up freely and left the library with the little mare.

Hecate looked at the two people's backs disappearing, raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed, and after putting down her hand, the blood on her palm was revealed.

Although the person fighting with the three goddesses of fate was the Witch of Creation, she just took the opportunity to tear off a corner of fate, but the angry counterattack of the goddess in the past still caused her considerable damage.

"For Akhtar's sake, I won't mess with you." The figure of the Creation Witch appeared opposite Hecate.

She sat elegantly on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea in one hand.

"Do you really not need me to treat you?"

"I'm not that weak yet." Hecate shook her head gently, then took out the eyeball of the goddess of the past from the glass bottle and pinched it gently in revenge.

At the same time.

On the streets of the Magic Kingdom.

Alley.

"Anphis, what do you want to see me for?" Ximu looked puzzled, looking at the bard leaning against the wall of the alley and smiling at him.

"Akhtar, do you... understand fate?" Anphis smiled mysteriously, "Hecate must have given you a revelation of fate."

"How do you know?" Ximu pretended to be puzzled. When he approached the Magic Kingdom, this dusk believer disguised as Anphis pretended to approach him and invited him to meet him later.

In response, Anphis smiled. Her guess was right. With the ability of Hecate, the witch of fate, she must be able to foresee the future and give Akhtar a hint.

"Akhtar, do you want to save the omniscient saint?"

"..." Ximu's expression froze. Looking at Anphis who had everything under control, he seemed to have hit the mark.

He guessed right again.

Anphis was a little excited. Could this be the gravity of fate of Ragnarok? Otherwise, how could it be so smooth?

According to common sense, when she approached the magic kingdom, she would be directly pressed to death by the witch of fate, and there would be no chance to contact Akhtar at all.

And everything went so smoothly, so it could only be explained by the gravity of fate of Ragnarok.

But she couldn't reveal her flaws now.

"In order to save this world, an innocent woman must be sacrificed." Anphis lamented, "This world is really... terrible."

Ximu asked uncertainly: "Do you have a way?"