Chapter 158 The Condition Is to Release the Witch of Death, What Do You Think?

The cold wind was blowing outside the window.

The Witch of Death sat elegantly on a chair by the window. Sharon, who was wearing a black latex suit, folded her hands in front of her belly, like a close maid.

She looked in the direction of the Kingdom of Art and could clearly see the burning fire.

"Lady Witch of Death, why do you want to do this?"

"..."

The Witch of Death did not answer, her sapphire eyes showed doubts, and Sharon sighed and asked:

"Why do you want Mr. Akhtar to personally deal with the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art?"

Because this is his plan.

The Witch of Death picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip gracefully, and said coldly: "Human, why do you think I did that?"

Sharon thought about it and bit her lower lip lightly, "It's to make Mr. Akhtar have no way back and can only follow you completely, right?"

As expected of the Witch of Death, as long as Akhtar continues to be an enemy of the church, he will sooner or later be rejected by this world and can only completely integrate into the Death Cult and become a member of the Witch of Death, and this process does not take very long.

"...Yes, that's it." The Witch of Death was silent for a while, and then calmly admitted it, which made Sharon look unwilling, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she guessed the Witch of Death's thoughts, she could not stop Akhtar from falling into the arms of the Witch of Death, because the Witch of Death used an open conspiracy.

And at the same time.

In the country of art.

On the wide street.

Akhtar stood at the front, the air flow stirred by the flames blew his black hair in front of his forehead, and the great sword of death stuck in the ground beside him reflected the army of the opposite Art Kingdom.

The Cult of Death and the local strongmen of the Art Kingdom confronted each other.

And at this moment.

Caroline trotted out from the opposite army and came to Akhtar with a nervous look. She no longer had the elegance of a lady, but was extremely nervous.

"Sir Akhtar, this condition is really hard for us to accept." She lowered her head, "Please think of a way."

After returning to the Art Kingdom camp, she negotiated with everyone. The high-level officials of the Art City unanimously opposed the proposal to sacrifice a few people and let the majority survive, and said that even if they all died in battle, they would not compromise with such a proposal.

Otherwise, this moral dilemma would be enough to collapse the Art Kingdom, and the Cult of Death was a cult, and what they said was obviously unreliable.

So it was natural to refuse.

"Really?" Ximu nodded slightly and pulled up the Great Sword of Death on the ground, making the atmosphere tense instantly. Caroline took several steps back in fear. She had already felt that the followers of Death behind Akhtar were beginning to become manic and might launch another massacre at any time, and she would be the first to bear the brunt of the misfortune.

"Lady Witch of Death also gave an alternative proposal." Ximu raised the Great Sword of Death and pointed at the high-level officials of the Kingdom of Art opposite, "I will fight with the strong men of the Kingdom of Art. If you can kill me, the Cult of Death will retreat, and if I kill you all, it will be considered as completing the sacrifice of a few people."

"Alas, you face all the strong men of the Kingdom of Art alone?" Caroline couldn't believe her ears and wondered if she had heard it wrong. Then she understood the benefits of this proposal. As long as the high-level officials of the Kingdom of Art cooperated to kill Akhtar, the crisis of the Kingdom of Art would be solved.

"This is the only way out." Ximu shook his head and smiled at Caroline, "But I won't show mercy, I hope you can understand this."

"Yes." Caroline nodded quickly, then walked towards her own camp and repeated Akhtar's words.

Then most of the top leaders of the Kingdom of Art came up with the same idea, whether Akhtar was seeking death.

Otherwise, how could he want to face everyone alone.

"It's really lucky, I didn't expect to survive in this way." The man with the clown pattern on his face laughed after surviving a disaster. There were so many of them, no matter how strong Akhtar was, he couldn't defeat them.

It's better to say that they won.

"Is Akhtar unwilling to live?" A woman in an asymmetrical long skirt glanced at Akhtar, guessing the mental state of this world-famous hero.

"I think all of them... yes." Someone suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of everyone present. It was a blonde woman wearing a gorgeous dress, holding a folding fan to cover the lower half of her face. She lowered her eyes.

"The Witch of Death may have really said this proposal, but whether the Death Cult will abide by it is another matter. Suppose we kill Akhtar, then we are likely to face the attack of the Death Cult."

"And if we are all killed by Akhtar, then the Art Kingdom that has lost its management can also be accepted by the Death Cult, which is an indirect sacrifice of a few people to save the majority."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Everyone present looked at each other for a few times, and they all understood the unreliability behind this proposal.

However.

"We have no other choice." A woman wearing pink armor and a mask shook her head and drew the knight's sword at her waist, "and being able to fight to the death with a world-famous hero, even if we are killed, it is worth it!"

"I hope the goddess will bless you." The man with clown makeup on his face smiled bitterly, took out two daggers from his waist, and played a few knife flowers.

In fact, most of the powerful people in the country of art have strategically relocated and left with their families, without any intention of becoming enemies of the Death Cult.

It is very difficult for people who originally gathered for art to be organized when faced with external threats.

Those who are willing to stay now have different feelings for the country of art.

And on the other side.

"Lord Akhtar, isn't it good for you to face so many strong men alone?" Shark Girl stood on tiptoes. The small jacket could not cover her big breasts at all. As she moved, she squeezed them together harder. , as if she was deliberately tempting Akhtar beside her, but she herself did not have this consciousness.

She was just worried about Akhtar's safety.

Ximu glanced at the shark girl Cassuta who was standing on tiptoes beside him, her pretty face full of concern, shook her head slightly and said:

"This is the decision of the Death Witch, and it is also the way to minimize the losses to the country of art. Otherwise, we can only forcefully capture the country of art."

"It's really not difficult to capture the country of art by force." Shark Girl Kasiut grinned, showing her sharp teeth, raised the serrated sword in her hand, pointed at the army opposite and shouted, "I don't need Lord Akhtar to take action, I can do it alone. Can kill them all!"

"I don't want to kill them all." Ximu had no expression on his face, and hammered the head of the shark girl Cassuta with his hand. He had no interest in killing the guy with pitifully little experience, and quickly harvested the people of the country of art. Even elite monsters.

In response to this, Shark Girl Cassuta scratched her head and stopped clamoring to kill everyone in the Country of Art, even though she was really confident that she could kill everyone on the other side.

People who can join the Death Cult and become high-level people usually violate the laws set by the gods and use forbidden methods to exceed human limits. Otherwise, they hope to gain more from the Death Cult. Strong method.

And this also results in the quality of the strong men of the Death Religion being quite high.

"Let me kill them. Lord Akhtar won't have to be so embarrassed." She whispered.

He was clearly aware of Akhtar's situation.

"Don't worry, I will win." Ximu said, then summoned the little mare, turned over and mounted on the horse, charging towards the strong men of the country of art.

As the horses' hooves stepped on the ground, the scenery suddenly changed. The endless desert replaced the dilapidated city.

"Do it!" A young man with yellow hair pressed his palms to the ground shouted, and the strong men around him launched a charge in unison.

The enemy only has one person and one horse, but there are dozens of them, which obviously has a greater chance of winning. Even the world-famous heroes don't have much chance of winning.

"Sorry, hero!" The man with clown makeup on his face suddenly appeared behind Akhtar and stabbed him hard with a poison-smeared dagger. The sharp blade penetrated his flesh, completing the assassination unexpectedly.

However, he saw Akhtar's cold eyes, which were not shaken at all, and did not seem to be affected by poison at all.

Did he forget to poison the dagger?

Before he could figure it out, Akhtar had already swung the sword of death, and the flames of death, like splashing ink, directly engulfed the clown man and burned him to ashes in an instant.

He didn't care much about poison. The protection from the goddess of life not only allowed him to recover from injuries quickly, but also strengthened his own resistance to various abnormal conditions, including abnormal conditions such as poison.

And now that he is a dragon in human skin, he has a very high abnormal resistance, so he doesn't need to worry much about poison.

"Let's clear the field first." Ximu grinned, black sparks spilled out from the gaps between his teeth, and he immediately spat out a black sun.

"Boom!" The desert suddenly darkened, and black flames spread out from the exploding black sun. Many weak and strong men were burned to ashes in this moment.

"Are we really on the same level?" The woman in pink armor widened her eyes in disbelief. She put down the knight's sword that reached the flames and looked at Akhtar who was slaughtering expressionlessly in the distance. There was something unreal about it. Feel.

Obviously she and Akhtar are both at the pinnacle of human power, so why is there such a huge gap in strength.

"Perhaps this is the reason why the Witch of Death asked Akhtar to duel with us alone." A knight whose skin was severely burned covered his cheek with one hand and looked at Akhtar who was fighting indifferently in the distance with only his eyeballs. Hetal, said:

"The witch's favor he possesses is too strong." Before the battle began, he deliberately distanced himself, intending to attack from a distance to harass.

However, he was still seriously injured, and many strong men who had no time to react were directly burned to ashes.

Even if he dies, he doesn’t understand how he died.

"Really." The woman in pink armor bit her lower lip, and then smiled with relief, "It's really good to be able to fight with such a guy."

She charges towards Akhtar.

"My lady goddess, I should be here to serve you."

"..."

The knight who stayed on the spot gritted his teeth, put down the hand that was covering his face, picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, and aimed at Akhtar in the battle. As the arrow shot through the air, it was about to hit Akhtar.

The horse with splayed legs moved its steps and disappeared as if teleporting, and then he saw Akhtar appear in front of him.

The sword edge fell.

Ximu withdrew his sight indifferently and continued to slaughter other strong men, quickly finishing the work. Unless the Kingdom of Art could produce a strong man who surpassed the limit of human beings, it would be impossible to hinder his slaughter.

Such strong men are usually high-level figures in the church. After all, the Kingdom of Art is a city where people who pursue art gather. It is not a gathering place for the church and does not have enough strong men.

However, there is a special place in the Kingdom of Art, which is that it attracts the attention of gods. The gods of beauty and art, singing and dancing, desserts, and all kinds of gods interested in art or entertainment often cast their eyes on the Kingdom of Art.

Ten minutes later.

The desert disappeared.

Several corpses burning with black flames fell and turned into ashes after colliding with the ground. Akhtar rode on an eight-legged horse and looked expressionlessly at the female knight in front of him wearing pink armor and supporting the ground with a broken sword.

"Gu, kill me." The female knight made a death wish. She had no chance of defeating Akhtar. It was better to die under Akhtar's sword and save the Kingdom of Art.

However, Ximu did not do that. Instead, he put away his sword. It was not that he wanted to waste it. It was purely because there was a woman sitting behind him...who he could not defeat for the time being.

So he chose to stop.

"Why did you appear at this time?" Ximu turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the pink-haired woman who appeared behind him. She sat sideways on the horse's back, with a beautiful face and a smile. She raised her hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Akhtar."

"..." Ximu frowned and did not choose to answer, but the shark girl Kashute in the Cult of Death rushed out without saying a word, slashing with a sawtoothed sword, entangled with black flames towards death.

"Pah~" The pink-haired woman suddenly snapped her fingers, causing the rushing shark girl Kashute to suddenly look blank, and her body also lost control, crashing into a burning dilapidated house nearby, and then being buried by the collapsed house.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ximu glanced in the direction of the shark girl. He was not worried about the safety of the shark girl Kashute. With the strength of the shark girl Kashute, it would be fine if she was put on the fire for several days and nights. What really troubled him was the goddess behind him.

The God of Beauty and Art.

"Retreat now. The value of the Kingdom of Art is the local residents." The God of Beauty and Art persuaded, "When you rule and kill them, the Kingdom of Art has no value."

"Then what price are you going to pay?" Ximu asked with a cold face. He was not very interested in the God of Beauty and Art. Although the modeling was very beautiful and not inferior to the Witch of Death, the strength was simply not comparable to that of the Witch of Death.

And the pretty vases generally can't attract his attention, just like when he plays the card drawing game, he generally likes to draw characters with both good looks and strength.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm a goddess!" The God of Beauty and Art didn't expect Akhtar to be so indifferent to her.

She showed a wronged expression.

"Why is your attitude so bad?"

"It's useless to have a good attitude. What's important is what price you have to pay." Ximu had a blank expression, "Otherwise, the Witch of Death will not agree, and even your safety cannot be guaranteed."

The God of Beauty and Art smiled lightly, looked at Akhtar seriously and said: "Release the Witch of Death's body, is this chip enough?"