Chapter 165 Partner

"..." The little mare took a step back, looked at Akhtar's gentle smile, and then glanced at Jormungandr who was rubbing his face, falling into a dilemma.

In response, Ximu showed an understanding smile: "If you don't want to be my partner, forget it."

"Perhaps the relationship between Sleipnir and you hasn't reached that point yet." Jormungandr said with a smile, and his slender legs under the long skirt stepped out, came behind Akhtar, raised his hand to hold On his shoulder, he exhaled a sweet breath, "How about you consider me? I'm very interested in you."

This is a lie, even though Akhtar is the most gifted and talented man in the current era. He is very likely to become a devil in the future and is a very good partner.

However, she had already decided to become the resurrected body of the monster witch, so no matter how outstanding Akhtar was, it was not attractive to her.

But she liked seeing Sleipnir's confused and angry expression.

When she fought with Sleipnir, she was never able to capture Sleipnir's figure, and could only fall into a passive state of being beaten. That is because her body was too big and her recovery ability was extremely amazing, so she didn't care about Sleipnir at all. Punil's attack.

If it had been any other monster, Sleipnir would have been slowly scratched to death.

"Jörmungandr!" The little mare's hoof scraped against the ground, leaving an obvious scratch. If she didn't care about Akhtar very much, she would have turned into a human form in front of Akhtar, so she wouldn't have to feel aggrieved at all. He has always maintained his true identity.

You must know that when Akhtar is around, she has to be fed by Akhtar to drink a glass of water, and he has to hand it to her mouth to eat a piece of fruit.

"Hmph, I didn't say I won't turn into a human form, I just don't want to turn into a human form in front of you." As she spoke, white light emitted from her body, a pair of straight long legs stepped out, and a girl with long milky white hair appeared. Hair, mature girl.

She crossed her chest with one arm to support the plump fruit, gently scratched her cheek with one hand, turned her head away, not daring to look at Akhtar, and said softly:

"It's nothing special. Compared to Mister and Leticia, I just..."

"Partner, you are special." Ximu said suddenly, making the little mare stunned for a moment, and looked at Akhtar in surprise.

"Among the many women I have met, there is no doubt that your partner is as good as anyone, and you may be ranked first."

The little mare that turned into a human form in front of him had the most mature and attractive female body. Her temperament was innocent and immature, which formed a strong contrast with her mature figure, thus giving birth to a strange charm.

It was not the elegant aura that was cultivated through a good education like Leticia, nor was it the awe-inspiring and arrogance born of having extraordinary strength like Mist.

It is a kind of extreme purity that is not contaminated by the secular world.

"Wow, it's such an affectionate confession." Jörmungandr clasped his hands together, took a step back, looked at Sleipnir, who cast a dissatisfied look at her, and smiled slightly, "But such a man will definitely be touched by many people. Be interested."

She smiled.

"But Sleipnir, you must be the woman who has been with Akhtar the longest, and you should also have the best chance."

"Stop teasing my partner." Ximu smiled, came to the little mare, and then stretched out his hand to help the little mare tidy up the hair on her forehead, "My partner shouldn't have such thoughts about me, otherwise I would have been there long ago. He turned into a human form before me.”

Little mare: "..."

There were very complicated reasons for not turning into a human form in front of Akhtar. Initially, I was worried that Akhtar would be too close to her, which would lead to her becoming a single and miserable woman with a child in the future. Later, she simply didn’t know how to treat Akhtar. Tal explained.

"Is that so?" Jörmungandr blinked, and seeing the little mare's expression about to hit someone, he quickly changed the subject, "But with Akhtar by his side to protect Sleipnir, Then I’ll feel relieved.”

She patted the hem of her skirt and turned her back to the two of them.

"Sleipnir, since you don't want to become the body of a monster witch, then don't regret getting involved. I really don't want to face this troublesome woman like you."

"I have no interest in becoming a false monster witch." The little mare said coldly. Even if she wins among thousands of monsters and has the same power as...no, surpasses the monster witch, it is not the resurrection of the real monster witch after all. .

In response, Jormungandr chuckled, waved his hands with his back to the two of them, and disappeared under the gaze of the little mare and Akhtar.

Subsequently.

Ximu looked serious and spoke to the human-shaped mare, "Partner, I want to ride you."

The air suddenly became stagnant.

The filly's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she subconsciously took a few steps back. However, looking at Akhtar's serious expression, she realized that it was not the horse she thought she was riding, but her own imagination... That was strange. It was clearly Akhtar who said that on purpose. Make ambiguous remarks.

"I want to go to Eden to chat." She hummed softly, straightened her legs and touched the ground lightly, her body floating slightly, "You should find a way to leave by yourself first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she left as if running away, disappearing out of Ximu's sight in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that her previous remarks about wanting to ride on her had a big impact on her.

Ximu chuckled lightly, raised his hand to lift his hair from his forehead, his expression became cold, and he said:

"Come out."

"Lord Akhtar." The air twisted and changed, and a man with short red hair appeared. He knelt on one knee respectfully.

"The churches of all parties have begun to take action and started to hunt monsters on a large scale, trying to prevent the resurrection of the monster witch."

He looked up and asked.

"Bishop Lu Wei asked me to ask your opinion, whether to help the monsters complete the ritual, or let them complete the monster witch resurrection ritual on their own?"

"What does Lu Wei think?" Ximu did not directly express his attitude, and the red-haired man recalled and said respectfully:

"Bishop Lu Wei means to help as much as possible. Even if it is not a real monster witch resurrection, it is a good thing for the Death Cult. It can also show a positive attitude to the outside world, indicating that we are willing to actively help demons and witches."

Ximu smiled and said, "Then help."

"Understood." The red-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, and then handed over a letter, and explained after Akhtar took it. "This is Bishop Luwei's plan. Please see if there is anything to add or modify."

"..."

Ximu flipped through it, black flames came out of his fingers, ignited the envelope in his hand, burned it to ashes, and said:

"I will go to the Kingdom of Joy to stop the sniping of the War Church."

"Lord Akhtar, the War Church is not a small sect like the Blood Church." The red-haired man showed difficulty, "The risk of stopping them is too great. I strongly recommend that you do not take such a huge risk."

There are many churches in this world, some of which are very small, with only hundreds of believers, and not even one person's peak believer.

The large ones not only have the peak of human power, but also the power that exceeds the limit of human power. They are not at the same level as the small churches.

Although the status of the churches is equal in name.

The War Church is the largest church in this world. They not only love war, but also like to provoke war. The believers are a group of crazy people who have fanatical ideas about fighting. The underlying idea is to die in battle, but they are just going to the sky to serve the God of War.

He was fearless in battle, and even he, a believer of death, felt sick.

"I feel guilty for bullying a small sect." Ximu smiled, "But I don't have any burden at all when fighting with the believers of the God of War."

The red-haired young man was stunned, then bowed his head and said, "Yes."

He only remembered Akhtar's identity at this time. As a world-famous hero, it is normal to have moral burdens.

And fighting with the Church of the God of War is a completely different matter. Anyway, the believers of the God of War are eager to die heroically in battle, and then go to the sky to serve the God of War and fight endlessly.

So Akhtar doesn't need any moral burden to kill the believers of the God of War.

"Don't worry about my safety." Ximu patted the red-haired young man on the shoulder, then brushed past him and went to the hotel in the Windmill Country to find Eden and the little mare.

After the monster witch is resurrected, the ideas of the gods from the sky will almost change, and they will not force the goddess of death to stay in hell.

That's when the hell copy will be opened.

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Dragon Tomb.

“What a relaxing feeling.” The Corpse Witch stood on the castle, looking up at the sun in the sky, and let out an elusive moan.

“I almost forgot that I was a witch.” She regained her witch power and once again had the power to fight against the gods.

“But this way we have no way out.”

“If we fail, we can’t survive for ten years.” The Moon Witch stepped on the air and came to the Corpse Witch.

Her delicate face was as sleepy as always. She wore loose pajamas, exposing her fair and delicate shoulders, and she felt like a housegirl who had lived at home for many years.

“The Cult of the Dead sent a request, asking us to stop the gods and ensure the smooth resurrection of the Monster Witch.”

“Is it to ensure the resurrection of the Monster Witch’s daughter?” The Corpse Witch stretched lazily, and her delicate body wrapped in white bandages outlined a moving curve. There was an urge to tear off the bandages wrapped around her body.

However, considering her strength as a witch, no one dared to do so.

"That's not important, as long as the resurrected monster witch is strong enough." The Moon Witch explained, "If the plan is carried out smoothly, the attitude of the gods will definitely change, and the goddess of life may directly take action."

"It's really bad to be an enemy of the goddess of life." The Corpse Witch's expression became subtle, and she was obviously afraid of the goddess of life. She had provoked the goddess of life in the church before, and was punished by the goddess of life from the sky, almost killing her on the spot.

"Now the behavior of the Death Cult is just a small fight, not too much." The Moon Witch covered her lips and yawned lightly, "In the past, which demon and witch didn't do something big, the gods have long been accustomed to it."

She put down her hand covering her lips.

"But if there are multiple witches and demons, the attitude of the gods will change dramatically, and it is not surprising that the goddess of life will take action."

"Can the witch of death's clone stop the goddess of life?" The witch of corpses had a subtle expression. She had already anticipated the result after the goddess of life came. It is very likely that they will be suppressed by the goddess of life in the sky, reaching out a hand from afar.

The moon witch was silent for a while and said:

"Since the witch of death has a way to seal the omniscient god, there must be a trump card that we don't know, otherwise why would we declare war on the gods?"

"Let's ask the witch of death first." The witch of corpses pursed her lips, "otherwise, I feel insecure."

"The Demon of Denial has already asked." The Moon Witch replied, and then her body turned into moonlight and disappeared on the spot. She didn't want to face the Goddess of Life directly, otherwise she really couldn't think of any chance of winning.

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The Land of Art.

Half Moon Street.

Golden Opera House.

"Really leisurely." The Demon of Denial sat on the bench in the front row, with a single eye reflecting the performance on the stage, "Miss Witch of Death, do you have a way to deal with the Goddess of Life?"

"Yes." The Witch of Death answered calmly, making the Demon of Denial show an expectant and curious look, and hurriedly asked:

"Who is it?"

"Of course it was me who took action!" A cunning chuckle came out, and the Demon of Denial turned his head to look at the source of the voice, only to see a delicate girl coming over. She was wearing a long dress, and her red curly hair was tied into a single ponytail. Her aura was no different from that of a witch.

"I am the Imaginary Witch." The Goddess of Lies took out a folding fan to cover her delicate face and lied to the Denial Demon, "Leave the Goddess of Life to me."

"Imaginary Witch?" The Denial Demon frowned and carefully recalled all the witches in the past. None of them matched the Imaginary Witch. It's better to say that there is no such person at all.

"Yes, the Imaginary Witch who can make everything imaginary come true." The Goddess of Lies nodded slightly and smiled at the Denial Demon. "Although I am not sure enough to defeat the Goddess of Life, there is no problem in delaying the Goddess of Life."

She asked the Witch of Death.

"Witch of Death, what do you think?"

The Witch of Death said calmly: "She has the strength."

"Can you let me try?" The Denial Demon asked, but he had already stood up. He had doubts about the strength of this Imaginary Witch.

If the Imaginary Witch had the strength to fight the Goddess of Life, she would have been recorded in history books long ago, instead of being unknown like now.

"Then let's change the place for the competition." The goddess of lies smiled and snapped her fingers. The world suddenly changed from the original opera house to the endless desert.

"I won't bully you who just recovered your strength." She took a step back, "As long as you defeat my imaginary target."

The demon of denial turned his head and saw a human dragon squatting on the ground, with the flames of death burning on his body, holding a big sword of death in one hand, and his breath was manic and violent, as if he wanted to return everything to death.

"The partner of the imaginary witch of death." The goddess of lies smiled and covered her lips, "He should be able to be your enemy, right?" After the words fell, the human dragon not far away stood up, black flames overflowed from the gap between his teeth, and his feet suddenly kicked the ground, and the hot gravel under his feet suddenly exploded, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

And the imaginary partner of the witch of death had already come to the demon of denial with a knife and chopped it down with a heavy sword.

"Boom!" Black flames split the desert. Looking down from the sky, you can see a canyon burning with black flames cut into the desert.

At the same time.

The Death Witch in the opera house frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the fake desert world created by the Goddess of Lies, and her eyes fell on the imaginary Death Witch partner.

Then she calmly withdrew her eyes.

After all, it was an imaginary death partner, and it had nothing to do with her. At most, she borrowed a little death power from Akhtar by imitating him.

It was not worth her too much attention.