As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 600: The Fear of the Sages ()
What exactly are you afraid of?
When these words came out, Patrick was shocked. He felt an invisible chill sweeping over his whole body. His originally old but strong body could not even be controlled at this moment and shivered slightly.

The originally cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in them.

Those bright eyes stared at Ron, as if trying to see through his eyes and see through all the thoughts in Ron's mind.

Why does he know this, and what else does he know?
What is his origin?
In an instant, many thoughts flooded into Patridge's mind. The look in his eyes when he looked at Ron was filled with strong vigilance and... murderous intent.

As for Christian next to her, she also clearly felt the tense atmosphere between the two sides. At this moment, she only felt that the temperature around her became extremely low. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as the coldest time of winter, which made people shudder.

The murderous intent coming from Patridge, even though it was not directed at herself, still made Christiane fearful and uneasy. She even felt that the gates of hell had opened in front of her, and the abyss of endless darkness was trying to swallow her up.

Under the strong stimulation, even though he knew that he was definitely no match for Patrick, Christian still subconsciously prepared for the fight.

At the same time, the shock in his heart swept over him like a huge wave. Patrick was a saint. Apart from the blasphemer, he was the most powerful human being in the past eight thousand years. Even in the Dragon Valley, he would be a guest of honor.

But even such a powerful existence could only be forced to fake his death to escape.

Even for the past eight hundred years, they could only hide in the Dusk Continent.

What kind of enemy did he encounter?
There are so many unknowns in this world, so many that it makes Christian shudder.

It was not until Ron's hand fell on her shoulder that Christian finally broke free from the extreme tension and depression, and an unnatural blush appeared on her face.

And Patrick didn't care about Christian from beginning to end. He just stared at Ron with his eyes like a ferocious jackal, as if he wanted to pry Ron's head open.

"What do you know?" After a long time, Patridge finally spoke slowly.

The false kindness he had shown could no longer be maintained at this moment, and his voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of stones together.

Ron also grinned and responded slowly, "A lot."

"For example, I know that you and the blasphemer are afraid of the same existence."

"I also know why those beings want to kill him, kill you, and also kill me..."

A gleam of light flashed in Partridge's narrowed eyes. Just from this one sentence, he realized that Ron really knew a lot of things, maybe even more than he knew.

"Mr. Partridge, your strength has increased recently." Ron raised his eyebrows and said casually, "In fact, it is very difficult to improve our strength at this level unless we have a fortuitous encounter."

"From what I see, your energy growth is not that great, but your soul realm has improved a lot. Could it be that you have devoured some powerful souls?"

Partridge's eyelids twitched.

His expression became increasingly ugly, and he hated Ron even more in his heart.

He hated Ron's ability to see through everything, as if he had no secrets at all in front of Ron.

Ron had only speculated and said it casually, but looking at Patrick's expression, Ron knew in his heart that his speculation should be correct. No wonder Patrick's strength increased instead of decreased after being injured.

No wonder, when he captured the soul of the God of Death Benavid again, his soul was so weak.

It seems that before he met him for the second time, the soul of the God of Death Benavid had been severely cut by Patridge.

Since he had already confirmed his guess, Ron no longer hesitated and continued, "Do you know the origin of the residual soul you devoured?"

Patridge frowned slightly. Although he hated Ron, he was really curious about this matter. Of course, Patridge was not completely ignorant. He just didn't dare to believe it.

Ron didn't keep anyone in suspense and directly gave a name: "Death God Benavid."

hiss.

As soon as the words fell, Christian next to him immediately gasped.

Benavidez the Death?

She didn't understand the name Benavid, but she knew what the word Death meant.

In other words, this saint Patridge actually swallowed up the soul of a god? No, Ron was talking about the residual soul. Could it be that even Ron was involved in this matter?
Isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?
It was normal for Christian to have such a reaction. Although Christian's strength was among the best among humans, no matter what, she was just a woman who could not break free from the shackles.

What's more, he is a devout believer of the Goddess of Dawn.

Suddenly I learned that Ron and the Sage had killed a god together. I was shocked beyond words. I felt like the sky was about to fall and my whole world view was about to explode.

That's a god. Since when will humans be able to kill gods?

Patridge's pupils suddenly shrank. He seemed to have thought of something. His breathing became more and more rapid, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly, as gloomy as iron.

Ron took this opportunity to catch up with him: "You don't think that the God of Death Benavid came to the Dusk Continent just to kill me and Philomena, do you?"

"You have been hunted for eight hundred years. You know better than me who the God of Death Benavidre's target is."

"I."

"Philomena."

"Hefferson..."

"And you!"

"Besides us, there are all the other heretics in their eyes."

Partridge exhaled heavily, raised his head again, and looked directly at Ron. Although the sage's eyes were still solemn at this time, they at least looked barely normal:
"How much do you know?"

Ron chuckled: "Not much, I just know that in the next half month to a month, there may be a second batch of gods descending to the world."

Partridge's pupils suddenly trembled.

The impact this news brought to him was definitely exaggerated enough.

He was about to speak when he soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with what Ron said. He was not talking about the second god coming to the world, but the second batch.

Second batch?
For a moment, Patridge felt his scalp tingling.

The second batch means that there is more than one god in the underworld, right?

One god from the underworld is enough to make him anxious and troubled. If there are more, will he be able to survive?

Even though Patridge had been through a lot, he felt a little overwhelmed at this moment. His head was about to explode. He didn't even care where Ron got the news from, and asked quickly:

"How many gods are there?"

"Which gods are they?"

"Where will they appear?"

Ron was very satisfied with Patridge's attitude. That was what he wanted. Patridge had to be afraid. The more afraid Patridge was, the more chances they would have to cooperate with each other.

After all, Patridge is also a demigod-level master.

Although his personality is not worthy of his status and strength, he is still a very powerful fighting force and cannot be let go easily.

"There are two gods... No, I can only say that there is one god that can be confirmed at present, and the other one is a being in the lower world. It may be more powerful than ordinary gods. It may be a more outstanding god with amazing combat power. It is also possible that... it is a being more terrifying than gods."

"As for what exactly it is? Sorry, I really don't know."

Christian was speechless.

She had no say in the conversation between Ron and Partridge.

But just listening to the conversation between the two was enough to terrify Christian.

Two gods are coming down to the mortal world at once... One of them might even be more powerful than the gods themselves.

Aren’t gods the most powerful beings on the Dusk Continent? How could there be other beings more powerful than gods?
Christian was confused, but she knew that since Ron dared to say so, it must be true. She didn't know much about this world. But Patridge obviously knew much more about this world than Christian. He quickly understood what Ron meant by the existence more terrifying than God. Although Ron couldn't confirm it completely, it was enough to make Patridge feel pressured.

And now, he finally understood why Ron said this was a matter of life and death.

If what Ron said was true, then this statement was not an exaggeration at all.

Not only Ron and Philomena, but even he and Heferson will definitely be the targets of the other party. Since the other party has caused such a big fuss, it is impossible for them to simply eradicate a heretic and call it a day.

"Impossible..." After thinking carefully for a while, Partridge slowly shook his head: "Those beings cannot easily come down from heaven without meeting certain conditions. As far as I know, those beings have only come down to the mortal world twice so far. The first time was the war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty. After many gods died in the war, one of those beings appeared and dismembered the last Twilight King."

"The second time, it was the blasphemer."

Ron smiled. He was not surprised by the Sage's caution.

How could Patrick survive for eight hundred years while being hunted by the repairman? Without enough brains, how could that be possible?

"Don't worry, Mr. Sage. I know more about this than you do. Not only do I know that it was the repairman who killed the Blasphemer and the Last Twilight King, I also know that the Last Twilight King took out the repairman's heart."

Repairman?
A repairman's heart?

Patridge was really surprised. He thought he knew enough about what happened eight thousand years ago, but Ron knew even more than him.

In fact, when Ron uttered the word "repairman", Patrick was already convinced that Ron was also one of the parties involved in this chaos.

"As for the blasphemer, he dug out one of the repairman's eyes."

"I also know very well that they can only descend to the Dusk Continent if certain conditions are met. I even have some inferences about these conditions. But I also know that the repairmen have been studying and trying to find some loopholes that can allow them to circumvent these rules and descend to the lower world."

"It is very likely that the God of Death Benavid came down through this method."

"When you met the God of Death, he was just a pure soul. You may not know that when he first appeared, he appeared in the image of Noctis, the young master of the Winged People. In short, the God of Death Benavidre occupied Noctis' body and took over this body. He used Noctis's body as a support to support himself to stay in the Dusk Continent for a long time, and even supported him to fight."

“That’s their method.”

"The gods' true bodies won't come down easily, but they can send down their souls. In this way, the rejection they receive will be much less."

Patridge nodded slightly. He had known about this for a long time, so he was not too surprised.

"I'm curious, how did you know that there might be two gods descending to the world?"

"I have always been known as a prophet, you should know this, right?" Ron said.

Patridge nodded again. Ever since he had fought with Ron, he had done some research on this man whom he had not cared about before. Naturally, he also knew about Ron's claim to be a prophet.

However, he didn't believe that Ron really had that ability.

After all, Prophet, this is a bit too exaggerated.

Even with his level of strength, he is unable to see into the future. How can a mere Ron do that?
After all, it is said that when Ron first became a prophet, he was not even considered a cultivator. His strength was one star, which was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person. A well-trained ordinary soldier could knock Ron down.

He suspected that Ron was bluffing.

"Believe it or not, I can indeed glimpse into the future under certain special circumstances." Ron said, spreading his hands.

"What did you see?" Patrick asked curiously. Could it be that with this prophetic ability, he saw two gods descending to the world?

"I saw a huge altar. Surrounding the altar were thirteen old men with white hair and beards. On top of the altar was a gorgeous woman."

Partridge was silent for a moment.

From the look in Ron's eyes, he felt that Ron was not lying, and deceiving himself about such things would not do Ron any good.

But, an altar, thirteen old men, and a woman?
What's the point?
He was really confused and didn't know how Ron could tell from this picture that two gods were going to descend to the mortal world.

Gods need to possess and take over someone's body.

Could it be that woman was the sacrifice for the gods to possess?

As he was thinking, Partridge suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly changed. Thirteen old men? Why does this number sound a bit strange?

And that stunning woman?
Partridge suddenly raised his head and looked at Ron: "Those thirteen old men..."

"If my guess is correct, it should be the thirteen ancestors of the Andre family. As for that woman, it is very likely that she is Montelicia."

Patridge's heart skipped a beat and his face looked extremely ugly.

My goodness, the Andre family is really willing to sacrifice Montelicia? To let the gods possess her body?

After all, he had been a son-in-law of the Andre family for a period of time, and he had also read the Andre family history. But when he saw the thick family history made of gold, Patrick sneered.

You're afraid that others don't know you're rich, right?

When writing family history, you actually use gold to write it. What kind of country bumpkin behavior is that?

This is by no means envy.

However, he was actually willing to let Montelicia, the most outstanding woman in the Andre family in the past 8,000 years, be sacrificed. What kind of existence would the god who possessed Montelicia be? Could he really be... a repairman?

"Also, Mansfield had been causing trouble in the Spang Theocracy before... Oh, Your Excellency the Saint, you should know who Mansfield I'm talking about, right?"

Patridge nodded. Of course he knew it. Mansfield was the Dragon King's youngest and most spoiled son. Although in Patridge's opinion, Mansfield's talent was far inferior to that of his youngest daughter, Ifrit.

But alas, Ifrit was expelled.

Instead, Mansfield was chosen as the next Dragon King.

I don’t know if there’s something wrong with the Dragon King’s brain, otherwise how could he make such a stupid decision?

"Mansfield was beaten to pieces and was about to die when an old man from the Andre family suddenly showed up and rescued Mansfield..." Ron let out a breath and said helplessly.

Now, Patridge finally understood how Ron determined that there were two gods in the world.

After all, there are two receptors used to take over the body.

The Andre family is a group of shameless old villains. Patridge could not think of any other use for rescuing Mansfield except to use this stupid dragon prince as a tribute to possess another body. After all, the Andre family attaches the most importance to blood inheritance. It is impossible for them to intermarry with the dragon clan, and they will never help a stranger when he is of no value to themselves.

Ron deduced that there might be two gods descending to the world based on what he saw in the future and some things he encountered. The evidence was insufficient, but Patridge felt that this was more credible.

"How to act?"

This basically meant that Patridge agreed with Ron's plan and agreed to cooperate.

"I have to go to the elves again, hoping to convince Heferson to join forces. After all, everyone has a part in this matter and no one can escape. Once everyone is gathered, we will directly attack the Andre family's lair and destroy the sacrificial ceremony before the gods descend to the mortal world, thus interrupting the process of descending to the mortal world." Ron said simply.

Upon hearing this, Partridge immediately shook his head: "Impossible, since you have already seen those thirteen old men, you should know very well that those thirteen old men are extremely powerful, all of them are demigod-level existences, and even I dare not act rashly in front of any of them."

"As for the masters of the Destruction Realm, there is no telling how many there are. Even if you and I join forces, plus Philomena and Hefferson, it's like an egg hitting a rock."

“My friend, believe me, the Andre family’s background is far more terrifying than you can imagine.”

"I don't want to be hunted down by the repairman, but I also don't want to commit suicide."

"If that's all you suggest, then I'm sorry, but I'd rather live a few more days under the pursuit of the repairman..."

When he said this, Ron could clearly see the deep, unremovable fear in Patridge's eyes.

He was afraid, afraid of the Andre family!

Patridge knew better than anyone that the Andre family had been badly damaged after the massacre by the blasphemer. Otherwise, if these so-called guardians of destiny had hunted him down according to the repairman's request, he would have turned into a pile of bones long ago!
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