Chapter 197 He Has Come to Kill Us

"Please don't get me wrong." Eden didn't mention his identity. His emerald eyes reflected the battle in the distance. He explained gently, "Akhtar only killed the disguised clone of the god, and didn't actively harm any elves."

It's... not unexpected.

The Elf Queen lowered her head gently. She had long suspected that Akhtar's transformation as a hero was too extreme, but as long as she used the dispute between gods and demons to explain it, everything would make sense.

There was no so-called hero fall from the beginning. It was just that the gods wanted to slander Akhtar.

"It's really... annoying." She whispered her inner thoughts, because the gods and demons fought, and they were weak and involved, causing them to be in a state of fear.

However, she could only hate it. She was very clear about the current situation that she was powerless to resist. The weak now could only endure it until the demons and gods competed for the winner.

Only in this way could they get peace.

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"Clang!" The greatsword collided with the scissors, and the flying sparks illuminated the cheeks of Ximu and the God of Cutting, at the moment when the eyes of both sides met.

The God of Cutting suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if a thin thread was wrapped around her back, dragging her to move very quickly.

"This won't work." The God of Cutting landed on the treetop, her bare toes clamping the branches, her body giving people an incredibly light feeling.

She said to the God of Stitching on another tree:

"If we keep delaying like this, we will lose sooner or later."

"Understood." The God of Stitching's five fingers moved slightly, and the thin needles inserted in the body surface trembled slightly, and then shot in all directions.

"Weave a web." He fully activated his power, stitching the world as clothes, and changing the world at will.

If someone's perception is sharp enough, they can find that there are thin threads all over the void, like a three-dimensional spider web covering every corner, giving people the illusion that there is nowhere to escape.

This power is very powerful.

But there is a fatal flaw.

"Bang!" The Death Sword wrapped in black flames was swung down, and a sound similar to the breaking of strings came from the void.

Ximu swung the sword of death, and his black eyes reflected several cut thin threads.

The power of the stitching world is indeed very powerful, but as long as the thin threads used to stitch the world are cut, the power of stitching will be invalid.

"Men who are too strong will also be hated." The God of Cutting smiled charmingly, twisted the scissors in his hand, and the fitting scissors separated and turned into two sharp weapons.

The God of Stitching also responded at this time. His fingers moved slightly, and the space was forcibly stitched.

The God of Cutting suddenly disappeared from the spot, his beautiful body turned in the air, and the sharp scissors chopped down.

"Hang buckle!" The God of Stitching activated the power coordination, and the thin threads spread throughout the void suddenly moved, tying up Akhtar layer by layer.

The toughness of the thread used to stitch the world is beyond imagination. As long as Akhtar is tied up, it will be difficult to break free.

Won.

The Goddess of Cutting subconsciously thought of this, and her slender waist was used to outline her waistline, and the scissors in her hand chopped towards Akhtar's neck.

"Clang." The scissors were bitten.

Literally, Akhtar bit the chopped scissors, showing an unprecedented malicious smile, pieces of red dragon scales appeared on his body, and black flames emerged from his teeth, revealing a sense of danger of death.

Without thinking.

The Goddess of Cutting loosened the scissors she was holding, and her body suddenly retreated. She had no intention of pursuing the victory, even though this would cause her to lose a piece of the accompanying artifact, but it was still the most important thing to survive.

And there is no doubt that her decision was correct.

"Boom!" The black flame exploded, as if it was a blooming black lotus. As the petals bloomed, the volume continued to expand, engulfing everything along the way.

The hot wind swept, and the green vegetation covering the earth was swept away, and even the clouds in the sky were shattered.

The Elf Queen stared at this scene in amazement. If it weren't for the mysterious woman around her providing protection, the kingdom in her heart would collapse in an instant, and the current Elf Kingdom would be engulfed by the black flame.

This is the power displayed by the devil.

The black flame faded.

The God of Cutting rolled on the ground for a few times, but soon adjusted her body and stood up. She observed the surrounding environment and saw that the landform had changed dramatically. All she saw was burning scorched earth, emitting terrifying high temperatures.

"Are you okay?" The God of Assassination drilled out from the ground and asked the embarrassed God of Cutting, "If there is any discomfort, we will give up this siege."

"..." The God of Cutting glanced at the God of Assassination, shook the only piece of scissors in his hand, and gave an answer with practical actions.

In response, the God of Assassination smiled, and then cast his eyes on the terrifying figure in the distance. It was a man who turned into a dragon, holding a big sword burning with black flames, and the violent breath seemed to burn the world.

"Then let's start the next plan." His appearance changed, turning into a tall red-haired woman with a long knife on her waist.

She looked exactly like Mist.

"Tsk." The God of Tailor made a disgusted sound, feeling disgusted with the God of Assassination's behavior of pretending to be Akhtar's close person and then disgusting Akhtar crazily, but considering how difficult Akhtar was.

He still chose to acquiesce.

"Don't look disgusted. We are not dealing with simple demons." The God of Assassination did not feel guilty at all. He looked around the scorched earth and saw clones emerging from the ground. They were all from the past and Akhtar. Familiar people.

Anyone with any close relationship is imitated.

However, there are not exceptions. The God of Assassination does not choose to imitate existences such as the Witch of Death and the Witch of Creation.

"..." The tailoring goddess rolled her eyes and rushed towards Akhtar first, feeling ashamed that the god of assassination was so despicable.

But soon the figure she rushed out flew back, her pretty face rubbing against the hot ground, leaving a long ditch.

"Are you okay?" The God of Assassination glanced at Akhtar, who was killing his clone in the distance, and then at the tailoring goddess with her face buried in the ground and her butt raised high.

"His strength has been greatly enhanced." The tailoring goddess pulled her head out of the ground and shook the mud from her hair.

"If we're not careful next time, we..."

The God of Assassination smiled and completed the second half of the sentence: "We will all die, right?"

"Yes." The tailoring goddess nodded lightly, and then rushed towards Akhtar without saying a word.

And at the same time.

"Akhtar, why did you fall!" The clone of the God of Assassination, disguised as Leticia, looked at the knight sword in his hand with a sad look on his face.

However, Akhtar just swung his sword indifferently and killed the God of Assassination who looked like Letitia without any hesitation.

Then there were familiar people such as Geed, Hecate, Mist, Michael, Cassute, Evelyn and others.

Jianfeng didn't hesitate at all.

Such a cold and decisive scene made even the God of Assassination feel a little scared. Does this man have feelings? Faced with so many beauties with close feelings, he can kill without hesitation without even a trace of hesitation.

"Do you really have feelings?" The God of Assassination couldn't help but ask, but the long knife in his hand did not slow down at all.

In response, Xi Mu just responded with a burst of dragon breath, directly burning the clone of the God of Assassination that was trapping Pi Mister.

"Do you think I'm a sentimental little girl?" He looked at the clones of the God of Assassination that were constantly rushing around him, and the silk threads that occasionally appeared to bind him, making him look impatient.

"If you only send three gods, then this battle will be over."

Regarding the assassination and plan of the God of Assassination, it is not fixed every time. Sometimes, seven or eight gods will be arranged to come together to assassinate in order to ensure safety. Sometimes, he will do it alone, and sometimes two assistants will be arranged.

Of course, this does not mean that the more gods are arranged, the greater the pressure players will face. Sometimes the God of Assassination alone puts a lot of pressure on players, causing players to fall into difficulty in choosing and face all kinds of unexpected surprises. assassination.

Suppose the God of Assassination deliberately arranges meetings with several NPCs who are closely related to you, and you yourself like these NPC characters very much, then you will have to face the God of Assassination infiltrating into these NPCs and assassinating you at all times. state.

Faced with such a situation, apart from killing all the closely related NPC characters at once, the only way is to find a way to identify the disguise of the God of Assassination.

Of course, there are also players who are ingenious and choose to attack the disguised God of Assassination, and quietly increase the God of Assassination's favorability, so that the God of Assassination voluntarily gives up the plan to assassinate the player, and in turn helps the player deal with the gods of high heaven.

As for the gender of the God of Assassination, you don’t need to worry about it. The official game has not given a clear gender of the God of Assassination. It seems to be changed based on demand... as long as you can defeat the God of Assassination.

The God of Assassination can be transformed into any style.

Of course, the premise is not to pretend to be too powerful, otherwise the God of Assassination will be in danger of his life.

"It doesn't take too many gods to deal with a newborn demon." The God of Assassination retorted while throwing a poisonous bottle at Akhtar.

However, it was burned to ashes by Akhtar's dragon breath in an instant.

"Really?" Ximu took out the Sword of Light, his lips squirmed slightly, and he saw the shadow behind him squirming, and a clone with the same appearance as him emerged.

"What about facing two demons?"

The atmosphere became stagnant.

The clones of the Assassination God rushing from all directions paused in their movements, as if they could not understand the current situation. Why Akhtar, who had reached the demon level, could summon a clone identical to himself.

According to the information obtained by the God of Assassination, the shadow of the past that can copy everything about the summoner should be unable to copy...the devil.

This has exceeded the strength limit of the shadow of the past.

This is like the Black Sword, the descendant of the Death Witch in the past. Since the Black Sword had not reached the devil before she died, there is no possibility of summoning the Witch Black Sword.

But now he is summoning a demon-level clone.

"Intelligence work is a bit poor." Ximu smiled evilly, "What are you going to do now? You have to face a demon who can use two swords of light at the same time."

Originally, there was really no way for the first nine types of shadow magic to reach the demon level. This was due to the limitation of the original strength of the shadow of the past.

However, the Witch of Time also thought of a solution. The tenth type of shadow magic, the Cocoon of Time, has the possibility of creating a false future, as long as the player reaches the height of the devil and pays enough magic power.

Then the cocoon of time can be turned into a foundation, allowing the first nine shadow magics to exert demonic-level strength.

Although essentially a cocoon of time lodged within the first nine shadow magics.

The wind blew over the scorched ground.

"Retreat!" The God of Assassination immediately made a decision, but his body launched a charge towards Akhtar, "Sewing and cutting you immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, the torrent of light engulfed the world, the threads everywhere were cut off, and the clones of the God of Assassination were swept away on the scorched earth.

The battlefield became empty at this moment.

"Sewing!" The God of Stitching clasped his hands with five fingers, and behind him stood the God of Cutting. They were in a confined space.

A pocket that does not exist in reality is created through stitching, and the threads are hidden using special stitching methods.

From a practical point of view, there is no way to detect their hidden traces.

"Boom!" A sound similar to the breaking of a piano string came, and the light from the outside world suddenly overflowed and shone on the God of Stitching and the God of Cutting.

Then they saw a humanoid evil dragon burning with black flames, holding a big sword burning with black flames, slowly walking towards them.

Why was it discovered.

The God of Stitching came up with this idea, and then looked at the Goddess of Tailoring, who was stained with a strong aura of death, and immediately understood how Akhtar found the two of them. I am afraid it was because of the aura of death in the body of the Goddess of Tailoring.

"Cutting, you first..." Halfway through his serious tone, he saw Akhtar piercing the chest of the tailoring goddess with the sword of death.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"I'll fight you!" The God of Suture roared, and the next second it turned into a scream, and the body was swallowed up by black.

Ximu shook the sword of death, feeling that the threads stitching the space disappeared, and the distorted space returned to normal.

He stepped on the scorched earth and turned around, glanced at Eden and the Elf Queen on the horizon, raised his arm and waved.

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The next day.

early morning.

It's like a castle made of ice and snow.

"The assassination plan failed." The Messenger God spoke to the Ice and Snow Goddess on the throne. "He can summon a clone with the same strength as himself and can use two swords of light at the same time. Your possibility of winning is very low."

The Ice and Snow Goddess asked calmly: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Akhtar is on his way here," the Messenger God replied. "If you don't run away now, he will come to your door later."

"He is the one who wants to run away." The Ice and Snow Goddess said casually, but then stood up, "But the sisters can't stay here, I want to send them away..."

Before he finished speaking, the ceiling of the castle shattered, and a figure wearing silver armor fell. The spreading shock wave shattered the floor into a spider web shape.

The Messenger God twitched his lips:

"He's already at the door."