Chapter 200: Fight to the Death in the Ashes World

The flames were as common as the air, no... to be more precise, they filled every corner like the air, as if they were going to burn the whole world into ashes.

In such a harsh environment, not to mention humans, even dragons could not survive, and would be burned to ashes if they existed.

"Is the world like this after Ragnarok?" The Messenger God stood elegantly on the cloud, raised his hand to press down on the jazz hat, and his eyes reflected the sea of ​​fire burning on the horizon. He had the illusion that he would be burned to death if he approached.

Although his own strength was enough to resist it, if this flame spread to every corner of the world, would he still be able to survive?

The answer was obvious.

"Don't be too scared." A calm voice came, and the Messenger God subconsciously looked over, and saw a tall woman with a holy sword hanging on her waist walking over.

She comforted the Messenger God with fear in her eyes.

"Akhtar and the source of fear will both die later."

"Don't be so confident anymore." The Messenger God pulled the corner of his mouth, "If we fail again, it will be another slap in our face."

Before, they were also very confident in the Ice and Snow Goddess, thinking that the Ice and Snow Goddess, with the assistance of the three goddesses, would have a sure win against Akhtar, and that as long as the Ice and Snow Goddess used the Unwarmed World, she would be able to kill Akhtar in seconds.

But the result was that Akhtar fought against the Unwarmed World and succeeded in counterattacking.

"..." The Sword Goddess subconsciously wanted to refute, and then she closed her lips tightly. When there was no result, no matter how loud the slogans were, it was meaningless.

However, Akhtar had already fought against the Unwarmed World, and his breath had been weakened a lot, and he had to fight to the death with the source of fear.

When the time came, they would finish it, and no matter how they thought about it, they would have a sure win.

"I'm not looking down on you." The messenger god opened his mouth, his expression containing some worry, "It's just that Ragnarok is getting closer and closer, and this world is no longer what we are familiar with."

There are still ten years before Ragnarok will come. This news has been spread to the gods by the three goddesses of fate, which has caused unprecedented panic among the gods in the sky. The world could have lived happily forever.

Now they are told that their death is approaching, which will make everyone feel uncomfortable, just like a doctor suddenly telling you that you will die in ten minutes.

No matter who it is, it is difficult to accept.

"The three goddesses of fate should really hide it from you." The goddess of swords sighed slightly, and her pretty face showed some helplessness. In the civilization of the sky, it is not allowed to deliberately conceal any information from the gods. No matter what choice is made, it must be made public, and then the gods will choose whether to agree or not. Each god has his own right to speak and vote.

This also led to the three goddesses of fate telling the gods directly after they found that Ragnarok was about to come, which naturally caused many worried gods to be frightened.

"It's normal to worry about this kind of emotion, as long as you can't hold us back." The God of Messenger shook his head, "Now everyone is working hard to solve the crisis of Ragnarok."

"Yeah." The Goddess of Sword did not refute. Now the gods in the sky are indeed frantically looking for a solution to Ragnarok. In addition to wanting to kill all those who may be the Lord of Ashes, they also want to find the God of Omniscience.

Many gods believe that as long as the God of Omniscience is unsealed, they can think of a way to delay the coming of Ragnarok.

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"Clang!" The sword and the spear intersected, bursting with a powerful force that blew away the surrounding flames, revealing the appearance of Akhtar and the source of fear.

After the two sides exchanged glances, they suddenly exerted force on their wrists and fought thousands of times, as if they were colliding like a storm, and the burst of impact formed a short vacuum around them.

The sword and the spear kept colliding, and both sides kept investing more and more power until a certain critical point arrived.

"Crack." The spear in the hand of the source of fear was suddenly cut off, and the great sword of death slashed down with the remaining force, directly splitting his chest armor.

The situation was too unexpected.

The source of fear just relied on instinct, slightly clamping his feet to the eight-legged horse under his crotch, trying to avoid subsequent attacks.

However, Akhtar seemed to have expected it, and grabbed the head of the eight-legged horse with his bare hands and pressed it down, and the flame of death instantly devoured the head of the eight-legged horse.

The source of fear abandoned the horse and jumped back dozens of meters to avoid Akhtar's subsequent pursuit.

There is an obvious power gap between the two sides.

"Even if you are a fear born from the prototype of the Lord of Ashes, it does not mean that your strength can reach the level of the real Lord of Ashes." Ximu did not continue to attack, took out a bottle of magic potion and poured it into his mouth. This is a magic potion made by the goddess of pharmacology, which can quickly restore magic power even at the demon level.

Now he was not anxious to solve the source of fear. He had consumed a lot of magic power in the previous fight against the Ice and Snow Goddess's world without temperature. If he solved the source of fear too quickly, he would be surrounded by the gods immediately.

So he would rather kill the source of fear slowly, and take advantage of the free time to recover magic power in the battle with the source of fear to prevent insufficient magic power in the subsequent battle with the gods.

Although this looks like a villain who talks freely after gaining an advantage.

"..." The source of fear didn't care. He certainly knew that he was the existence born of fear in the heart of the God of Terror, but his idea of ​​burning this world into ashes had nothing to do with whether he was the Lord of Ashes.

"Akhtar, do you want to burn the world?" His pupils seemed to be burning with flames, and he asked Akhtar coldly, "As the prototype, do you have this desire in your heart?"

"You really can't become the Lord of Ashes." Ximu didn't answer directly, "In the heart of the Lord of Ashes, there is only the desire to burn everything, and there is no idea of ​​actively talking to others."

This is a lie in a sense, although the Lord of Ashes in the official setting of the game has only the impulse to burn everything in his heart, no matter what it is, he will actively burn it into ashes, and there is no trace of emotion in his heart.

However, the Lord of Ashes that the player becomes is another matter. He can still speak freely, although at that time there are not many people who can stand in front of the player and speak.

"I am an independent life now." The source of fear raised his hand and touched his chest, estimated the time to recover, and said a topic that Akhtar would be interested in, "The goddess of life gave me life and guided me to think about the meaning of life."

He met Akhtar's gaze.

"Do you... know why?"

"Why?" Ximu asked, while pouring potions on himself to restore the damaged magic power as soon as possible.

"She wants to give the Lord of Ashes free will." The Source of Fear answered, "That woman tried to make me think, and come to the conclusion that it is meaningless to burn the world, so that I will give up the idea of ​​burning the world."

Ximu smiled: "Really gentle."

"Then I came to... the conclusion." The Source of Fear felt that his injuries had almost recovered, and told Akhtar his thoughts, "The world after burning everything is the most correct world."

Ximu pulled the corner of his mouth: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"Only the world that burns everything has no differences." The Source of Fear clenched his hand and broke the spear. The tip of the spear that fell not far away trembled, and flew over to merge with the broken spear and returned to its original appearance.

"What a boring idea." Ximu said so, feeling that his magic power had almost recovered, and showed a bad smile, "Only contradictions can touch people's souls and make people taste richer emotions, whether it is sadness or... happiness."

There is no room for mutual understanding between the two sides.

The source of fear realized this problem. His prototype could not understand his own thoughts at all. He sneered at the idea of ​​burning the world, and could not understand the pain brought by contradictions. He just enjoyed the contradictions of this world as a strong man.

"You are just enjoying the pain of the weak facing contradictions." He gave such an evaluation. Akhtar, who was born strong, did not care about contradictions at all. He just enjoyed everything in this world by virtue of his strong identity.

There was no room for communication between the two sides.

Thinking of this.

The source of fear waved his spear and rushed towards Akhtar. The tip of the spear ignited a hot flame, and an attack that was enough to destroy a country in an instant penetrated.

In response, Ximu just responded with dragon breath.

"Boom!" The flames completely submerged the two people. The black flames and the dim flames rushed into the sky, as if they were wrapped up by the storm and rushed towards the sky.

Then.

The light penetrated the fire storm, and the spreading impact instantly suppressed the burning flames, and the world became clear.

Ximu let go of the sword of light in his hand, watching the source of fear disappear as a point of light. If he continued to give the source of fear time and slowly accepted the thoughts of the goddess of life, he could really change his mind about burning the world.

But now there is no chance for the source of fear to slowly adjust his mind.

"Goddess of Pharmacology, you really cause trouble for people." A cold female voice suddenly came, and Ximu subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, only to see the goddess of swords coming towards him, and she also took the opportunity to draw the holy sword from her waist.

"Akhtar, surrender."

"Surrender?" Ximu looked around and found that there were nearly twenty gods surrounding him, leaving him no room for escape.

It was obvious that they were going to kill him completely.

"In history, there are very few gods who come to fight against demons." A water god holding a trident laughed heartily, "You are already one of the few powerful demons, worthy of being remembered in history."

"Am I already a powerful demon?" Ximu showed a puzzled expression and raised his hand to look at his palm, "Compared to the Witch of Death, I don't seem to have become stronger."

It was not a lie. In the third or fifth round, after he became a demon, he killed several gods with his own hands. He thought that he might be able to compete with the Witch of Death, so he tried to kill the Witch of Death with great interest.

The result was that he was beaten up, and the Witch of Death drove him away with a disappointed look on his face, and asked him never to appear in front of her, otherwise she would kill him with her own hands.

But later, he appeared in front of the Witch of Death and was still not killed.

Although the Witch of Death was already in an unconquerable state.

"If you are given... enough time, you may be able to reach the height of the Witch of Death." The Goddess of Sword shook her head, and then her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Hu——!

The air cracked and wailed.

The void was pulled out with a brilliant arc of sword light. This sword did not contain earth-shattering power, and was not much different from a sword swung by an ordinary peak strongman.

From the perspective of a demon... it was very weak.

Logically speaking, this sword could be blocked with the Great Sword of Death, and the opportunity could be used to counterattack with technology.

However.

Ximu chose to avoid it and rushed towards a nearby god, without confronting the Sword Goddess head-on.

The attack failed.

The Sword Goddess, wrapped in black silk, stepped on the ground with both feet, twisted her slender waist, and rushed towards Akhtar, stabbing the holy sword in her hand at Akhtar's back.

"Clang!" Ximu rushed to the nearby god, fought with the short knife he chopped, and used the impact to move his body away, avoiding the sword thrust of the Sword Goddess.

The Sword Goddess gritted her teeth, turned her wrist suddenly, and chased in the direction where Akhtar avoided, and saw Akhtar grinning, and black flames overflowed from his teeth.

"Boom!" The black flames turned into a mushroom cloud, rising slowly towards the sky, but in an instant they were cut by countless sword lights.

"Gone." The Sword Goddess frowned, looked around, and found that the gods and Akhtar had disappeared.

She looked up at the sky and asked.

"Is this Akhtar's power?"

No one can explain Akhtar's specific ability, but it is certain that it is related to the game, but the specific performance is unknown.

After a while, the three goddesses of fate from the sky gave the answer.

"Created the kingdom in the heart?" The goddess of sword frowned, slashed the holy sword in her hand at the void, and used the power of power to cut through the different space, but found nothing.

She has the power of "cutting off", whether it is a weapon of artifact level or space, it can be cut off by the power of cutting off.

Before, Akhtar did not use the great sword of death to fight her, it should be that he knew her power in advance, so he left without hesitation.

"Is it using power to divide the gods and defeat them one by one?" The goddess of sword analyzed Akhtar's strategy. If he was facing the siege of more than 20 gods at the same time, even if Akhtar had the most amazing talent, he would have no chance of winning if he had to face more than 20 powers to cooperate with each other at the same time.

Therefore, it is the wisest choice to find a way to separate the gods and create a one-on-one condition.

"Where is Akhtar's kingdom hidden in his heart?" The Goddess of Sword asked calmly, hoping that the three goddesses of fate would give accurate guidance, so that she could directly enter Akhtar's kingdom in his heart, and find a way to gather the gods.

When the gods gather, it will be the time when Akhtar is defeated.

However.

"Don't know?" The Goddess of Sword widened her beautiful eyes. This kind of thing should be easy. Why don't the three goddesses who control fate know it?

Soon she knew the answer.

Regarding Akhtar's fate, it has been in a protected state. As long as the three goddesses of fate take the initiative to explore, it will trigger the protected state given by the witch of fate, resulting in the three goddesses of fate being unable to lock Akhtar's fate in the short term.

Naturally, there is no way to lock the location of Akhtar's kingdom in his heart.

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At the same time.

In a different space.

"Where is this?" The water god holding the trident looked around in doubt. The surroundings were all hot ashes. If he hadn't used his divine power to protect his body, he would have been in the ashes.

"The rules of the game are to fight to the death in the ashes." Akhtar's voice came from the flames, "Only the living can leave."

The water god holding the trident pulled the corner of his mouth and questioned: "Why not fight in the sea?"