Chapter 194 You Are the Challenger

The mare thought for a moment and asked Akhtar, "Are you sure you can defeat the fire giant Surtur now?"

This is the most realistic question. Akhtar has only been a demon for a short time. It is basically impossible for him to defeat the fire giant Surtur, who is said to be able to burn the world. There is a huge gap in the accumulation of power between the two sides.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Ximu moved his wrist, and his voice revealed a kind of arrogance, as if the legendary fire giant that can burn the world is vulnerable.

But what the mare said is indeed the truth. Now he really has no way to defeat the fire giant Surtur. This is because he did not find the blindfolded nun to assist and forcibly weaken the fire giant Surtur, and also because he has no way to enter the place where the fire giant Surtur is sealed.

The fire giant Surtur, who was sealed by the omniscient god, is not only extremely tightly sealed, but also closely monitored by the gods to prevent anyone from unlocking the seal.

"Can we try this?" The little mare's expression became tangled. She felt that Akhtar's mentality had expanded unprecedentedly after becoming a demon. She felt that anyone could beat him, and she felt that she was invincible.

In response, Ximu smiled, raised his hand and pressed it on the heavy door. With veins popping out of his arm, the heavy door was slowly pushed open. The dust and smoke fell as the door opened, and the breath of burning everything came to her face.

The little mare's expression became tense, and she subconsciously flashed behind Akhtar, staring at the open door with vigilant eyes.

Then she saw a figure.

"Ha~ You really don't know how to live or die, you dare to open the seal." A sneer came from inside the door, and a man with a spear and long red hair walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a tight suit, which outlined his strong body curves.

He swung the spear, outlining several brilliant red arcs around him, and the storm made people feel unstable.

Ximu frowned slightly: "Who... are you?"

"The God of Spearmanship." The red-haired man in tights showed a hearty smile and posed a thrusting posture, "There are many demons who have tried to open the seal of the fire giant Surtur, but unfortunately they have never succeeded."

"..." Ximu took out the Great Sword of Death, approached the God of Spearmanship, and said to the mare behind him, "Partner, come back in three minutes."

The mare hesitated, but still chose to leave obediently. Since the enemy was not the fire giant Surtur, she should not need to worry about Akhtar's safety. Ordinary gods should not be Akhtar's opponents.

The God of Spearmanship glanced at the fleeing mare, and his expression became solemn. He blocked many demons who intended to unseal the fire giant Surtur and destroy everything in the world, but those demons were generally not very strong.

There is still an essential difference between him and the man Akhtar.

Hand, couldn't help but hold the spear tightly, the God of Spearmanship's mental state was unprecedentedly concentrated, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

"What conditions are needed to defeat the fire giant Surtur?" Ximu asked as he approached the God of Spearmanship, "Or do you not understand either?"

After he finished speaking, the figure disappeared in an instant.

The God of Spearmanship saw this and did not hesitate. He turned around and stabbed behind him. The tip of the spear narrowly hit the Great Sword of Death.

The sparks flew, and the impact of the communication caused the ground to sink suddenly, as if it had experienced a meteorite impact.

So strong.

The God of Spearmanship felt that his hands were not stable, and the long spear in his hand that reached the artifact level was bent by the Great Sword of Death.

But he could still hold on.

However, a big hand covered with dragon scales suddenly stretched out, grabbed the God of Spearmanship's cheek, and smashed it into the ground with an irresistible force, causing the already sunken ground to expand, and even the thick and heavy door to tremble.

What happened?

The God of Spearmanship lay on the ground in a big word, looking at Akhtar who had turned into a dragon above his vision, and felt that his brain was about to be crushed by the big hand.

"Are you the only god who monitors the seal?" Ximu lifted up the God of Spearmanship, exerted a little force with his palm, and heard the sound of bones cracking.

The God of Spearmanship had a mocking smile on his face, kicked Akhtar's chest with his foot, and flew backwards.

Blood splattered in the air.

Ximu looked down at the cheek he had torn off, and his palm ignited the black flame of death, burning the face into ashes.

"It hurts." The God of Spearmanship stared at Akhtar with bloodshot eyes. His face was recovering quickly. As a god, he had no concept of death, and he could recover to the best condition no matter what injuries he suffered.

This was also the reason why he could defeat so many demons in the past. No matter how powerful they were, as long as they could not kill him quickly, he would find an opportunity to kill them sooner or later.

"I won't be careless next time." The God of Spearmanship exhaled, preparing to activate his power, enough to penetrate everything. As long as the existence locked by his spear, no matter how strong the defense is, it can't resist, and the pierced part will continue to remain pierced until the enemy is completely dead.

The source of the power of the piercing immortal spear used to kill the immortal snake is the grace he bestowed.

Now that he himself can use it, not only can it achieve a fatal effect without aiming at the heart, but there is no limit to the target of attack.

"Let's do it together!" Several gods came out from the depths of the tunnel, holding various weapons and keeping a certain distance from each other, so that they could not only move fully, but also support their companions at any time.

The God of Spearmanship hesitated after hearing this, and began to slowly retreat and gather with several companions. He was not afraid of Akhtar, but there was no need to give up the advantage, and he could deal with Akhtar stably.

That would naturally be the best thing.

"Be careful, he can really kill gods." A pink-haired goddess stayed beside the God of Spearmanship, looking vigilantly at the man who turned into a dragon with black flames on his body not far away.

There are very few powers in this world that can clearly kill gods, but Akhtar has them all, whether it is the power of the Witch of Death or the Flame of Ashes towards the End.

They are all powers that can clearly kill gods.

"Yeah." The God of Spearmanship nodded seriously, holding the spear tightly in his hand. He also knew that Akhtar had the ability to kill gods.

Da.

Da.

Da.

With every step, Ximu melted the ground under his feet into magma, and the black flames burning on his body became more and more vigorous, as if he had turned into an indescribable terrifying existence.

His ability was still that of a player, but after becoming a demon, the boundaries of this ability of a player were expanded. If he could only passively play the game of reality before, he would now be able to set the rules of the game.

However, at his current level, he could not make up any rules in the void, such as saying that anyone he saw would become pregnant. Such game rules could not be established. He could only set some overly outrageous rules after his level reached a certain level in the future.

"Let's play an unfair game." He stretched out his hand to the gods and showed a malicious smile:

"I am the Demon King, and you are the challengers."

The atmosphere became heavy at this moment.

No... To be more precise, it was dangerous. Akhtar, who was not very powerful, had an explosive increase in power the moment he said he was the Demon King, as if he was really going to become the Demon King.

"Can I strengthen my own abilities?" The God of Spear calmly analyzed while rushing towards Akhtar, holding a spear and piercing out like lightning.

The other gods also reacted at this moment, intending to cooperate with the God of Spear to launch an attack.

The next moment.

"Boom!" Akhtar opened his mouth and spit out dragon breath, and the blazing flames of death flooded the tunnel. The blazing high temperature was close to the cave wall, as if a heated steel pipe was forcibly inserted into butter, forcibly expanding a larger cave.

Immediately in the black flame that engulfed everything.

Ximu took out the Sword of Light and released it without hesitation. After reaching the demon level, he could finally use the Sword of Light as a conventional weapon.

Light, in an instant, swallowed up the dark flames again, and shot towards the seal deep in the cave, directly into a huge hole.

Buzz——

The breath in the hole became restless, and the giant who was tied by iron chains, as if composed of lava and flames, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were red eyes that contained the power to burn everything, reflecting the torrent of light rushing towards him.

Could it be that the time to unseal has come?

However.

"Hah!" A roar like a struggle broke out, and the torrent of light that surged was suddenly pierced through, turning into fragments of light and dissipating in the air.

The fire giant Surtur fell into silence, looking at the weak God of Spearmanship who fell from the sky onto the iron chain.

"I didn't expect you to be able to do this." Ximu walked out of the cave flowing with magma and attracted the attention of the fire giant Surtur.

The eyes of both sides met.

"Why, do you want me to unseal you?" Ximu said as he jumped onto the iron chain and walked towards the direction of the God of Spearmanship.

The fire giant Surtur did not answer, stared at Akhtar indifferently, and then closed his eyes.

He knew that Akhtar would unseal him sooner or later. If he wanted to become the true Lord of Ashes, he had to unseal the Omniscient God and kill him personally, so he didn't need to rush.

When the day came, He would personally tell Akhtar what destruction and power were, and let the tiny insect understand what despair was.

"Akhtar, do you know what you almost did before!" The God of Spear stood up shakily, with black flames burning on his body, and his breath was not as strong as it was at the beginning. It was obvious that he was given the concept of death.

If he was injured, he would really die.

"Didn't you stop him?" Ximu stood beside the God of Spear, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "You can resist my dragon breath once, and you can also block the slash of the Sword of Light head-on, which is really amazing."

"Just think you are praising me." The God of Spear smiled bitterly, clenched the spear in his hand, and wanted to launch a counterattack against Akhtar.

However, Ximu seemed to have foreseen it and pierced the spear god's chest with the sword of death.

The spear god stared with his eyes wide open.

"Among the many gods, you are considered a strong one." Ximu said sincerely, raising his hand to close the eyes of the spear god, and then the sword of death was stirred vigorously, and the black flames surged, engulfing the body of the spear god.

In the first round, before he became a demon, he always thought that the gods were very strong, and was still thinking about how to deal with such a powerful force. It was not until he became a demon and actually started fighting with the gods that he realized it.

Powerful gods are a minority, and weak gods are the norm, such as the goddess in charge of desserts, such as the male god in charge of rain. Gods of this level are essentially no different from NPCs in high-level maps, and they can be killed at will.

And the god of spearmanship who has the ability to take on the dragon's breath and not die, and has the remaining strength to defeat the sword of light, is indeed very powerful.

After doing all this.

Ximu cast his eyes on the sealed fire giant Surtur, as if thinking about whether to unseal it.

"Akhtar." A gentle female voice came from behind, Ximu turned his head and saw Eden appeared behind him at some point.

"Unsealing the fire giant Surtur will only bring greater disasters." Eden raised his hand to gently gather the hair beside his ears, his emerald eyes full of seriousness, "Ragnarok will not be resolved by killing Surtur."

"..." Ximu was silent for a while, looking at Eden's serious expression, he sighed helplessly, "Okay, I will try to find another way."

Anyway, the monsters in this map have been brushed away, which is enough to stimulate the gods to update the map of the sealed land. When he comes to the sealed land next time, he can experience the fun of brushing high-level maps.

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The territory of the elves.

In the castle that seems to be made of ice and snow.

"Escape?" A girl with long silver-white hair and wearing a gorgeous princess dress, sitting elegantly on the throne symbolizing power, asked the uneasy Messenger God, "Do you think Akhtar can kill me?"

"It's evacuation." The Messenger God explained softly, "Akhtar clearly said he wanted to kill you at the banquet celebrating his becoming a demon."

"Will the Witch of Death take action?" The Ice and Snow Goddess asked casually, and the Messenger God thought about it after hearing it.

"It seems that this is just Akhtar's personal wish."

"Then there is no need to worry." Gently waving her hand, the Ice and Snow Goddess did not care about Akhtar's threat. As the goddess of ice and snow, she can bring down snow disasters by her own strength, and her strength is no less than that of the Plague Goddess.

"Akhtar has killed the God of Spearmanship." The Messenger God explained, "He is not a weak demon."

The Ice and Snow Goddess thought for a moment: "Who is the God of Spearmanship?"

"..."The Messenger God sighed in exhaustion, then said seriously: "Since you are unwilling to evacuate, please cooperate with the gods to strangle Akhtar."