Chapter 243 Partner, Travel with Me Again
The sky was slightly bright, and the morning sun shone through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the clear lake, with the girl's white toes swaying and shimmering.
Sleipnir sat on the rocks by the lake, her straight and slender legs immersed in the lake, her satin-like milky white hair fluttering in the breeze. She looked at the man beside her tenderly, as if he was the only one in her eyes.
The man who should have been at the end of time actually appeared miraculously and came to her first. This feeling made her heart feel like it was filled with honey.
"I didn't expect you to still remember me." Ximu looked at Sleipnir, who was smiling brightly beside him, and said, "Our partnership should have been automatically terminated."
"It was the Outsider Demon who sent my soul to Valhalla, so that the future memories were synchronized to the present." Sleipnir gently poked the lake and explained to Akhtar, "The Outsider Demon seemed to want to use us to restrain your actions and prevent this world from being burned so easily."
Even though she was not as brilliant as the demons and witches, she could still understand why the Outsider Demon deliberately preserved her soul for a purpose - not because of her, but because of Akhtar.
"Then he did a good thing." Ximu didn't mind the Outsider Demon's behavior, and even thought he did a good job.
As the Lord of Ashes, he would burn everything outside of himself, which naturally included his partner, so not long after becoming the Lord of Ashes, he terminated his partnership with Sleipnir and sent her to the Order of the Dead.
Of course, it stands to reason that a partnership cannot be easily terminated. Both parties are on the same path, and it is not so easy to abandon each other. But Sleipnir did not catch up with him, and he had the power of the player, so dissolving the partnership was as simple as changing a pet.
And at that time, Sleipnir was of little help to him in the battle. When fighting the God of All-Knowing, the basic speed was the speed of light, and Sleipnir's ability was basically useless, so he dissolved the partnership with her.
"Well, I think so too." Sleipnir smiled lightly, raised his hand and gently gathered the hair by his ear, "Otherwise I might forget you."
"It doesn't matter, I will create new memories." Ximu glanced at the sick witch not far away, only to see her hands twisted together uneasily, her eyes wandering around, as if ready to escape at any time.
Sleipnir looked along the line of sight: "Instead of using her to catch me, it is better to seduce me with stories and music."
She remembered how she was persuaded by Akhtar to become a mount in the first place. The man came for her from the beginning. At that time, she was still foolishly believing Akhtar's words and thought she had chosen to follow him. Now I think back and realize what a cunning man Akhtar is.
Unfortunately, it's too late now.
"Music and stories?" Ximu thought for a while, picked a leaf by the lake, and began to play. The familiar melody floated over the lake, accompanied by the girl's toes stirring the lake surface, together depicting a warm picture.
The morning sun penetrated the clouds and fell on the girl. She looked at the man who played music for her with a sweet smile, as if she had returned to the first time she met Akhtar, but it was late at night, and now it is early morning. The mood also changed from the original vigilance to full of joy and sweetness.
In the same place, in the same environment, or the same person, doing the same thing, but the emotions surging in the heart are completely different.
It has been a long time, or it may just be a moment.
Ximu put down the leaves, looked at the smiling girl beside him, and then stretched out his hand: "Partner, can you accompany me on another trip?"
"Yes." Sleipnir gently held the hand he handed over, and showed a gentle smile to Akhtar, "No matter how many times, how long the trip is, it's fine."
"That sounds very tiring." Ximu chuckled, pulled Sleipnir to stand up, and then walked towards the sick and dead witch who was tangled not far away.
As the distance between the two sides got closer, the sick and dead witch took a few steps back, her eyes revealed vigilance. Although the man had shown an elegant and gentlemanly side before, and could easily deceive the little girl, she clearly remembered that Akhtar was an extremely dangerous existence-the Lord of Ashes at the end of time, a terrifying existence that could come at any time to burn the world to ashes.
"Don't be so scared." Ximu couldn't help shaking his head, "I'm not a devil, I won't eat you."
The sick and dead witch twitched her mouth.
Does this man have any self-awareness? He is the most dangerous existence in this world, and the devil is not worthy of being compared with him.
"You... no, why do you want to contact me?" She adjusted her mood and her eyes suddenly calmed down. "Contacting a little witch like me is of no value at all."
Although it sounds very much like self-deprecation, it is the truth. Compared with the existence of the Witch of Death, the Witch of Creation, and the Witch of Time, she is really a little witch, even in the eyes of ordinary people, she is already an extremely dangerous existence. But she is not worth attracting the Lord of Ashes at all.
"To see a god." Ximu answered casually, and walked out of the oak forest with Sleipnir. The Sick Witch hesitated for a moment, but followed the Lord of Ashes and left together, not choosing to take the opportunity to escape. Although the Lord of Ashes currently seems to have only awakened power, for an existence of that level, the power value is simply filled with feet, and it may turn into a terrifying existence that burns the world. So as long as there is a possibility that it is the real Lord of Ashes, she dare not offend him casually.
Although she is still wondering whether Ximu is a fake Lord of Ashes.
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Soon after the three left, several dusk believers in black robes appeared. They observed the surrounding environment until someone squatted down and touched the traces under the ground.
"Sleipnir has left." The squatting dwarf took off his cloak, revealing flaming red hair and pupils containing crazy will.
This is a red-haired dwarf.
"Grandpa, is it really necessary to find that horse?" Not far away, the petite loli held a huge hammer in both hands, her cheeks slightly puffed, "She was just the former partner of the Lord of Ashes, and now she has no connection with the Lord of Ashes."
"But she is a partner after all." The red-haired dwarf said, "Maybe we can contact the Lord of Ashes through her, so as to speed up the burning of the world."
Dwarf Loli: "..."
Anyway, the countdown to the destruction of this world is only three years, so there is no need to destroy the world so urgently, but grandpa and his men are more motivated and can't wait to burn the world to ashes today.
"Let's go, the ambition to burn the world must be diligent." The red-haired dwarf taught his granddaughter, and then led his subordinates to follow the footprints.
The more powerful the Twilight believers are, the more disgusted they are with this world, and they can't wait to burn the world to ashes immediately; while the weaker Twilight believers will not resist the world too much, and the impulse to burn the world in their hearts mainly comes from the influence of faith and the flame of ash, rather than disgust with the world itself.
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The next day.
In the cafe on the commercial street of Lionheart City.
Sleipnir held his cheek with one hand, holding a bitten straw in his mouth, looking at the bubbling juice on the table, looking a little bored.
The sick witch sitting opposite was holding the coffee cup with both hands, but her eyes were wandering, as if she was thinking about whether to run away.
Now she and Sleipnir were alone, and Akhtar seemed to have seen someone familiar and left the cafe halfway.
"Have you heard?" The discussion of the girls came from not far away, attracting the sick witch and Sleipnir to look over, and saw two noble girls sitting at the table next to them. Their looks... were not bad. Although they could not be called beauties, their dress was quite good.
"A story about a future hero." The girl with waist-length black hair and a white flower ornament on her head, crossed her fingers and gently held her chin and said, "The man will save the princess in distress in three years, and then participate in a duel for the princess, and finally challenge the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried."
"Where did you get this rumor from?" The petite girl opposite her showed a helpless expression on her face, looking at her friend and said, "This is another story made up by a third-rate astrologer."
In this world, all destinies are recorded in the starry sky, and theoretically all destinies can be known, so it is possible to predict that a hero will participate in a duel for the princess in three years.
"It's not a prophecy made by a third-rate astrologer." The girl with a white flower on her head looked around and then whispered, "This is the information my sister forced out of the Twilight Cult after she caught them. It seems that there is someone in the Twilight Cult who can foresee the future. She can use the power of Ragnarok to look back to the past and determine the fate of the past."
"Is the Twilight Cult so powerful?" The petite noble girl covered her lips, but showed an interested expression, "What is the story about that hero?"
"It will start with a duel." The girl with a white flower on her head smiled and talked about the gossip she had learned.
Sleipnir, who was beside him, widened his eyes when he heard it. Who told the story of Akhtar and described the story of Akhtar and Leticia so romantically, making people feel that they were in love. Obviously, she should be the first person Akhtar looked for after his return.
"Is Leticia really Akhtar's lover?" The Sick Witch didn't know if her brain was short-circuited, and asked Sleipnir, "Did that man really fight to the death for Leticia?"
She herself didn't know much about Akhtar's deeds, and she only learned from the Witch of Time that Akhtar was the Lord of Ashes. As for the whole process, she didn't know.
"It's true." Sleipnir's cheeks bulged slightly, but he admitted it unexpectedly frankly. After all, this is a fact, and it would only be embarrassing to deny it.
"But the prophecy has been made." The petite girl next to her took a sip of coffee gracefully, "Princess Leticia should not be usurped by her sister."
The girl with a white flower on her head thought for a while and said, "No one stipulates that the princess must wait for the hero to save her. Why can't the princess go to her own hero?"
"Even if the future changes and the princess no longer needs to be saved, she can still find her own hero." She raised a finger and shook it. "And Princess Leticia doesn't look like a vase character."
"If the princess really finds her own hero." The petite girl clapped her hands and looked expectant, "It will be very interesting."
"Yeah, yeah, it's time to change the routine of the hero saving the princess and let the princess find her own hero." The girl wearing a white flower nodded repeatedly, looking forward to the princess finding her own hero.
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At the same time.
In front of a dwarf blacksmith shop.
"The Red Dragon Blood Armor costs 100 million gold coins." The dwarf blacksmith stretched out his hand and looked at the cloaked man beside him and said, "This is the armor that the future hero Akhtar will wear. It also has resistance to dragons. Don't even think about buying it without 100 million gold coins."
"Is the price rising too fast?" Ximu smiled, looked around the blacksmith shop, and then took out a dagger from the shelf. The blade instantly cut through the air and pressed against the dwarf blacksmith's neck. Just a slight pressure would cut the neck.
"What's the price?"
The dwarf blacksmith swallowed his saliva, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This man is very powerful. If he really tried to rob him, he would really die here.
"This armor is for sale to Akhtar in the future, and its performance is not as strong as you think." He forced a smile and explained to the dangerous customer: "If you really want it, I can make the same style of Red Dragon Blood Armor."
"You don't have to sell it to me." Ximu drew back the dagger and glanced outside the store. He could vaguely perceive several figures wearing black cloaks, "But I don't know whether the Twilight believers hidden outside the door will buy it from you."
The dwarf blacksmith's expression froze, and he turned his head to look at several fellows wearing black cloaks outside the door. The dangerous and chaotic aura was obviously not a normal person, which was very consistent with the impression of Twilight believers.
"The prophecy about Akhtar seems to have been first transmitted from the Twilight Cult." Ximu analyzed: "Maybe Akhtar will be related to the Twilight Cult in the future."
He looked at the ugly dwarf blacksmith.
"Are you sure you can sell the Red Dragon Blood Armor alive?"
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
The dwarf blacksmith made a choice between money and life, then forced a smile and said, "I'll sell it to you at the original price."
Ximu didn't say anything, but kept smiling.
The dwarf blacksmith looked like he was about to cry when he saw this. He was too greedy and understood the attitude of the customer in front of him.
He said dejectedly:
"I'll give you an extra 10,000 gold coins, and you take the Red Dragon Blood Armor."