Chapter 159 The Condition Is to Hang Upside Down Under a Tree for Seven Days

“…”

“…” Ximu’s cold expression froze at this moment, looking at the smiling pink-haired goddess, as if he was doubting whether he had heard it wrong.

The female knight beside him also had an expression of disbelief. She actually heard the goddess say that she would release the true body of the Witch of Death.

“I seem to have heard the goddess say that she would release the true body of the Witch of Death?” A member of the Cult of Death asked his companion in astonishment, but found that the other party also had the same confused expression, obviously doubting whether he had heard it wrong.

In order to unseal the true body of the Witch of Death, they declared war on the whole world, and even overlapped life and death. Now it is actually… easily achieved.

And at this moment.

“Woman. Stop joking!” An angry female voice suddenly sounded, and the collapsed house not far away was suddenly blown away by a huge amount of sea water. It was like a pillar of water rushing into the sky, and then turned into a rainstorm and fell on the ground, extinguishing the burning flames of the Kingdom of Art.

Shark girl Kashut walked out holding a sawtooth broadsword, covering her cheek with one hand. The only eye she showed had a pink heart.

That was the sequelae of her being interfered with by the God of Beauty and Art.

"If you really want to release, you should have done so in the Black Rose Kingdom!" She held up the sawtooth broadsword, her voice full of anger and murderous intent, and her frenzied momentum made people feel terrified, transforming into a woman... no, a witch, from the dead Wrath Witch in the past.

Possessing the ability to increase strength as anger increases.

Theoretically, as long as anger reaches a certain level, it is possible to achieve even the power of a god.

However.

"Don't be so angry, okay?" The God of Beauty and Art put his palms together, smiled at Shark girl Kashut, and winked mischievously.

And Shark girl Kashut, who originally contained infinite anger, found that the anger in her heart was like a flame extinguished by water, and the power raised by anger also disappeared.

"You said you're not angry, so you're not angry!" Shark girl Kashute paused, wanting to get angry, but the God of Beauty and Art just smiled more brilliantly and gently, dispelling the anger in Shark girl's heart.

And it also gave Shark girl a subtle feeling, as if the defects in her heart were filled, and her perspective on the world had changed subtly. The scenery that she used to take for granted could touch her heart.

"Pah!" Without hesitation, Shark girl Kashute slapped herself, leaving a clear slap mark on her cheek.

She turned her head away and stopped looking at the God of Beauty and Art.

Otherwise, people would become strange. She didn't want to be a sentimental woman who could be touched just by looking at the rain.

That was really too stupid.

"What did you do to her?" Ximu asked, and the God of Beauty and Art smiled cunningly and asked:

"Do you want to try the perspective of the gods to see the world?"

"No." Ximu answered immediately. He just wanted to kill the God of Beauty and Art with a knife, and didn't want to discuss messy things.

In response, the God of Beauty and Art shook his head regretfully, and then his expression became serious: "I'm not kidding, we really plan to negotiate with the Witch of Death."

"Okay." Ximu nodded, clamped his feet on the horse's back, and was about to take the God of Beauty and Art to see the Witch of Death, but just when the horse's hoof took the first step.

"Wait, I haven't finished yet!" The God of Beauty and Art spoke quickly, making Ximu look puzzled. She looked very serious, raised her hand and pressed it on Akhtar's shoulder, and moved closer to him.

"With the character of the Witch of Death, she might stab me to death the first time she sees me. You have to help me persuade her not to do it immediately."

"The Witch of Death is just a clone. Do you still need to be afraid of a famous god like you?" Ximu asked doubtfully, while riding a mare towards the castle, and the God of Beauty and Art heard it and gave a helpless reply.

"Not every god is good at fighting."

"Understood, I will try my best to let the Witch of Death talk to you peacefully." Ximu responded calmly, and then he heard the God of Beauty and Art behind him smiling and thanking him. He did not give people a feeling that the god was high and mighty at all, but instead gave people a very lively and approachable feeling.

I remember that in the first round, he was deceived by the face of the God of Beauty and Art, and tried to conquer the God of Beauty and Art. Unfortunately, when he actually did it, he found that the woman of the God of Beauty and Art was simply one of the most difficult NPCs to conquer, even more difficult than the Witch of Death.

And even if he succeeded in conquering and embarking on the road of being accompanied by gods and people, the player will find that the strength of the God of Beauty and Art... is not good, and it does not meet the needs of seizing the dominance of this world. It is necessary for the player to work hard to reach the level of omnipotence, and then take the God of Beauty and Art to take off.

Compared with powerful gods such as the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Lies, who have powerful skill effects, the God of Beauty and Art has nothing to praise except a good face and personality.

"It would be great if we could just let the Witch of Death come." Shark Lady Kashut curled her lips, looked at the two people riding away on horseback, then turned to the followers of Death and shouted, "Control everyone in this city. Remember not to be too rough. We want to seize the dominance of this world. If we kill them all, we will have nothing to control."

"Yes, Bishop Cassiut!" The believers of death present responded respectfully and skillfully started to take over the city.

They have taken over several cities. As long as they clean up the strong men and nobles in each city, the remaining residents surprisingly do not have much resistance to the management of the Death Believers. It does not matter if they are under one kind of management. I have nothing to do with the status.

This also greatly reduces the management costs of the Death Order.

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In front of the castle.

Ximu dismounted and spoke to the God of Beauty and Art on the horse: "Wait for me here."

"Yeah." The God of Beauty and Art nodded with a smile, watching Akhtar enter the castle, and then she bent down and touched the young mare's neck.

"Sleipnir, your master is a little different from the rumors. I heard that he was able to make an enemy of the God of Blood for the sake of beauty."

"..."

The little mare rolled her eyes and ignored the questions from the goddess on her back. This goddess didn't think about the timing of her appearance. She appeared when the battle situation was so urgent, and no one else could feel good about her.

In response, the God of Beauty and Art bent even lower and whispered into the little mare's ear, "What if I told Akhtar that you can talk?"

The filly stiffened.

This goddess is so annoying.

"You're kidding." The God of Beauty and Art smiled sweetly, then dismounted and waited quietly.

After a while.

Xi Mu came out and walked into the castle with the God of Beauty and Art. The two of them followed the stone stairs and came to an elegant room. They saw the Witch of Death sitting by the window, elegantly drinking black tea and being served by Sister Sharon.

"Are you planning to release my true form?" The Witch of Death put down her tea cup and said calmly to the God of Beauty and Art:

"Tell me your terms."

"Can we cease the war?" The God of Beauty and Art whispered softly, "We are willing to share the glory of the gods with you, as long as you are willing to unravel the overlap between life and death, and tell us the location of the omniscient God."

"Are you done?" The Death Witch's expression was cold. She not only wanted to unseal her true body, but more importantly, she wanted to kill the God of Omniscience. This would make it impossible for the gods to have a chance to rescue the God of Omniscience.

"The Twilight of the Gods will come in about ten thousand years." The God of Beauty and Art whispered softly, "Even if the God of Omniscience is unsealed, it will not exclude beings like you, and it is not impossible to share the glory of the gods. things.”

After hearing this, the Witch of Death sighed softly, then stretched out her finger towards the place of beauty and art, and blood immediately spattered.

Akhtar, who was nearby, touched his cheek and turned to look at the dead God of Beauty and Art, who seemed to have not yet reacted.

"Clone?" The Death Witch frowned, but she didn't care very much. She picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Lord Witch of Death, the conditions of the gods are very good." Black flames burned on the surface of Ximu's body, burning out the blood of the goddess, and then he came to sit opposite the Witch of Death.

"I think we can talk."

"Sharing the glory of the gods, does this mean something to me?" the Death Witch asked, making Ximu stunned for a moment, lowering his head and lost in thought.

Sharon, who was standing by, silently made a cup of tea for Akhtar.

"Sharing the glory of the gods means nothing to me." The Witch of Death shook her head slightly and looked at Akhtar, who was frowning and thinking. "This negotiation between the gods is just a trial, and there is no sincerity at all."

"Yes, they will give in." Ximu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. He seemed to feel happy and relaxed that the Witch of Death could not be the enemy of the gods. Who made him a believer of the goddess of life, or die? The descendants of the witch.

However, upon seeing this, the Death Witch lowered her eyes and said coldly:

"Akhtar, I will not compromise with the gods. Next time there is such a meaningless negotiation, just reject it directly."

"..." Ximu leaned on the chair and fell into a long silence. The misty heat from the tea cup in front of the table blocked his cheeks.

After a long time, he uttered two words.

"learn."

"If you don't want to fight, that's okay." The cold voice of the Death Witch suddenly became gentle, "Leave it to me to handle the rest."

She showed a rare hint of concern.

"The most important thing you should consider now is becoming a devil."

"You're right." Ximu stood up on his knees, put them down and walked out towards the door. He suddenly stopped when he was about to walk out.

He turned to look at the Witch of Death and smiled:

"The compromise of the weak is meaningless. I still understand this. If you can't show the strength to match the omniscient god, even the compromise is meaningless." After saying this, he closed the door and left.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, I have already thought about it from your perspective." Sharon looked at the Witch of Death who was in a good mood and couldn't help but frown:

"You are really good at playing with people's hearts."

Witch of Death: "..."

"When Lord Akhtar is confused, use gentle words to divert Lord Akhtar's attention." Sharon frowned and pursed her lips, "If Lord Akhtar cannot become a devil, you can Will you still take it so seriously?”

"You have a deep misunderstanding of Akhtar." The Witch of Death stared deeply at Sharon, who was suppressing her anger.

She had never played with Akhtar's mind with words. Everything the man did was of his own free will.

But it’s not convenient to tell Sharon, an outsider.

“…Maybe.” Sharon lowered her head slightly, and did not refute the words of the Witch of Death. From her perspective, the Witch of Death was playing with people’s hearts and tying Akhtar, who might become a demon, to the same camp.

And if one day it is discovered that Akhtar cannot become a demon, then this tenderness and accommodation will disappear.

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At the same time.

On the other side.

The garden of the castle.

The invisible barrier isolates the cold wind and allows the sunlight to penetrate, allowing the flowers to bloom in an environment suitable for blooming.

The little mare lowered her head and took a bite of the blooming peony.

Eden sat on the bench next to her, quietly watching the little mare eating flowers until someone sat down next to her.

"How does it feel to be here?" Akhtar leaned back in his chair and sighed tiredly, "Why can't witches and gods coexist?"

"To be more precise, power can't coexist." Eden raised her hand to gently gather the hair beside her ear, and explained to the tired man beside her, "Even if the gods are willing to accept some witches and demons, after reaching a certain level, they will also resist the latecomers' demons and witches."

She thought about it.

"As a human, you should know this very well. It is impossible for everyone to be a noble, and it is impossible for everyone to be a king."

"Hearing you say that, are there demons and witches among the gods?" Ximu suddenly asked, but Eden did not answer this question.

She talked about another thing.

"Akhtar, do you want to become a demon?"

Ximu answered immediately: "Of course."

"I have a way to let you know the ritual conditions of becoming a demon in the shortest time, but I need you to promise me one thing." Eden's emerald eyes revealed seriousness.

"Given our relationship." Ximu smiled, "If it's not too much, you can tell me directly."

"..."

Eden was silent for a moment, then stood up with her skirt touched, and then she stretched out her hand to Akhtar, "Wait until you become a demon, then decide whether to agree to my conditions."

"That seems to be really too much." Ximu seemed to know the truth from this reaction, but still held Eden's slender hand.

When their palms touched, the light... flooded the vision.

"Where is this?" Ximu put down his hand that was blocking his eyes and looked at the magnificent tree in the distance, as if he could see the flow of fate.

"The Tree of All-Knowing." Eden gave the answer, "Only by using the power of the Tree of All-Knowing can you know the conditions of the ceremony in the shortest time."

Ximu asked: "How to do it?"

"There is a fountain of wisdom under the Tree of All-Knowing. You need to offer an eye and hang upside down under the tree for seven days." Eden's emerald eyes reflected Akhtar's excited and expectant expression, and he warned seriously.

"Wisdom is not something that can be gained without effort. You need to create a safe environment for yourself to complete the ritual, otherwise you will face interference from the guards of the Tree of All-Knowing during the process."