Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

Unlike the elegant and chivalrous battles he had imagined between extraordinary people, the people he faced were despicable and shameless, and they attacked him countless times during the battle.

"Go to hell!" Ron temporarily gave up the idea of ​​talking to them, and then endless darkness occupied everything around him.

Antilia, who was trying to seize the power of greed, staggered, and then wisps of black smoke appeared in her eyes.

Although Floyds was on guard, Ron's power cut off half of his palm.

Facing Ron's contemptuous gaze, Floyds felt extremely calm.

In the battle between the strong and the weak, if the weak wants to defeat the strong, it needs to seize the opponent's mistakes countless times, while if the strong wants to defeat the weak, it only needs to seize the opponent's mistakes once.

This time Floyd lost half of his hand, but he won't be so lucky next time.

A sinister smile appeared on Ron's face, and then he silently made Floyds his main target.

In less than a minute, the left arm, left leg, and even a small part of the body were cut off.

Badanton, who was lying on the ground, could even vaguely see Floyd's internal organs.

He wanted to get up and help the two fight.

But his previous injuries and the blood borrowed by Floyd's power made him lie on the ground and wait for the outcome of the battle.

"With the ability to control blood, there's a high probability that he can control the remaining body, or even a cut body to continue fighting." Looking at Floyds, whose eyes were still filled with fighting spirit like a devil, Ron smiled, and then a black mist directly melted the arms and thighs that he had severed.

"Want to stop everything? Want to find the root cause of this incident?" Ron looked at him with an indifferent gaze. "I am the root cause of this incident. If you kill me, most people in other cities, except those in this city, will slowly recover."

"but..."

"Do you have this ability?"

There was Badanton who completely lost his fighting ability as soon as they met, there was Floyds who held on for a long time but was beaten half-crippled by himself, and there was Antilia who had some strength overlapping with his but was far inferior to him.

Ron couldn't see the slightest threat in them.

"I am now the embodiment of greed in this city... this country."

"Want to kill me?" "You're not even close!"

As he spoke, Ron touched his abdomen. The injuries caused by Floyd's previous sneak attack had been repaired by the power that continued to flow into his body, but Ron had not forgotten the "humiliation" he had suffered.

"I originally thought that you would be my subjects who could accompany me into the new era."

"But...you guys disappoint me so much."

"I cannot have unchivalrous people like you under my command."

"Turn everything into my strength!"

In an instant, the entire city was surrounded by Ron's power, and at the same time, people in the city slowly stood up, left their rooms and walked onto the street.

Their movements were extremely stiff, like corpses. Under Ron's control, they slowly and orderly moved towards the printing factory.

As those "people" moved forward, Floyds and the others felt that Ron, who was already so powerful that it made people despair, became even more powerful.

Floyd said nothing, letting the blood continue to flow from his wound. He stared at Ron intently, as if trying to find some flaw in him.

"It's useless. No matter how many flaws you find in me, it's useless."

"I'm not good at fighting, not at all."

"But...under absolute power, I don't need any combat experience to crush you."

As he spoke, Ron raised his right hand and squeezed it gently.

Then, countless people from Nasonburg who were walking towards him turned into pieces of banknotes and then turned into wisps of black gas floating towards him.

But he didn't feel satisfied.

On the contrary, Ron frowned at this moment.

He had clearly directly chosen to transform the entire city's "people" back into his own power, so why was it... so little?

You have to know that although the people in the entire Nason Castle still have breath of life, their spirituality and souls have been eroded by greed. If it weren't for Ron's suppression, they would have spontaneously transformed into his power long ago, instead of still retaining their bodies and breath of life like now.

For Ron, every soul, every body, and every bit of flesh and blood in this city's life will now be his strength.

But when he was about to retract it, he found that he had only retracted a large part of his power, and a small part of his power suddenly disappeared...

No...it didn't disappear suddenly!

Ron's gaze suddenly fell on Antilia, who had remained silent.

"Are you hindering me?" He reached out to grab Antilia, trying to break her neck.

Antilia forced a smile, then dodged his attack and returned to Floris's side, "It's us."

She said calmly.

Then an extremely huge blood-red hand smashed down, and in an instant Ron was knocked to the ground by the power stolen by Floyds.

Being able to transform the surrounding life into one's own power is not Ron's exclusive skill.

Floyds can do that, too.

As long as he has enough blood, his strength will be increased to an incredible level.

When Ron transformed everything in the city into his own power, Antilia's power blurred his power, giving Floys time to seize the blood of the dead.

Although it is still not as powerful as Ron's, it is enough for him to do something.

"Blood and killing, these are the sources of my strength." Looking at Ron, Floys showed a ferocious smile, "You who killed the entire city, and I who control the blood of the entire city..."

"The battle won't end so easily!"

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Chapter 310 Chapter 190 Just a Human

Even if he was a madman, Floys had never done anything so crazy.

After Ron's screening and hiding, there are still millions of people in Nasonburg who still have breath of life and blood flowing in their veins.

Floyds is very strong, and it is easy for him to directly draw the blood of ordinary people as his own power.

But even he couldn't draw the blood from millions of people at once and turn it into his own power.

Ordinary people are almost unable to resist extraordinary people, but the number can achieve quantitative or even qualitative changes.

Here, with the help of Antilia, he simply used her power to connect and tamper with his own power and Ron's power. This originally impossible thing was accomplished easily.

Those who became their strength...have long since passed away, becoming nothing more than corpses without souls but with only the breath of life!

Although the blood controlled by Floyds still had temperature, it had begun to rot.

It was very faint, but he could feel it.

"It's really a headache... For the sake of the new world that is about to come, can't you just die obediently?"

"If it is a bright world that is liked by most people, I am willing to die." Floyd's body slowly merged into the endless sea of ​​blood.

Although this surging sea of ​​blood was very different from Ron's greedy black fog, compared to their original state, Floyds now truly felt the power, the power that could defeat him.

If it were his old self, he would be happy and laugh like crazy.

But now he felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

"They could have lived well in this city. Some were poor, some were ordinary, and some were rich."

"Maybe occasionally I'll complain about the unfairness of life and envy the lives of people from other classes."

"It won't be long before they enjoy a life that other kingdoms can't."

"Compared to the upper class, it might be a disaster, after all, they can no longer take other people's lives at will. But for most people, the subsequent order will make their lives better."

“People will not starve to death and can acquire more knowledge at a very low cost.”

"In this beautiful environment, they will be exposed to new ideas. Their descendants will gradually acquire knowledge, gradually improving the living standards of the lowest classes throughout the country, and ultimately making this country a beautiful, ideal country, like a dream world."

"But now everything is ruined... because of your selfishness..."

Floyds is not a follower of Mernadè, he just wants to protect her.

But deep in Floyd's heart, every time he listened to Mernadette express her thoughts, he would imagine how beautiful such a world would be.

He was also looking forward to Mernadette bringing that kind of world into the cruel reality.

And now... there is a city in the Kingdom of York where millions of people have forever lost the opportunity to enter that beautiful era.

He felt anger for the first time in a long time.

Not only him, but all the blood is like this. When he controls the blood and turns it into a sea of ​​blood, he is the sea of ​​blood and the sea of ​​blood is also him.

The remaining soul in the blood turned into fire after feeling Floyd's anger and realizing the beautiful future he described.

The last trace of their existence in this world, existing in the blood, roared.

Countless subtle wills combined together and burst out with their final strength under Floyd's manipulation.

The blood-red flames were burning, and the greed that came from them was being burned by the last will remaining in their blood.

"How is it possible..." When the unyielding will burned with greed, Ron, who was originally sure of victory, could not help but take a few steps back.

Then he clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body turned into greed and swept straight towards Floyds.

His power was ignited and Floyd's power was enhanced.

But...it just reduces the gap between the two.

He still has the advantage!

The black fog eroded Floyd's heart, and countless voices were calling him.

If his heart wavers even slightly, all his efforts will be in vain.

only...

"Who do you think you can deceive with such decadent music?" Floyds rushed forward fearlessly. He was missing an arm and a hand, but the unwilling souls who died in this city would become his strength and then completely defeat and wipe out their common enemy!

"Compare this to your ugly act of killing the people you were supposed to protect under the pretext of high-sounding reasons in order to satisfy your own desires."

"Even as a madman, I am ten thousand times better than you."

After all, even a madman has someone he wants to protect, and wants to be her strength to guard everything she holds dear.

As the new king, Ron not only did not think about protecting his subjects and people, but instead killed them on the pretext of screening.

"The people who should be protected?" Ron, whose momentum was originally suppressed by Floyds, gradually stabilized his momentum and will.

“Only those who have passed my screening are worthy of my protection, and only those who have passed my screening will be my citizens.”

The others are nothing but scum, props used to replenish and enhance strength.

Thinking of everything he had suffered as a king and the disgusting masks he had seen, the claws condensed from the black mist, driven by him, fiercely grabbed Floyd's only remaining arm.

With just a little effort, he could injure his opponent again as severely as before.

However, when he focused his attention on Floys, Antilia's figure slowly emerged on him.

A pink light flashed across his body, and slowly he felt his eyelids twitching. At the same time, a beautiful scene appeared before his eyes that he had never seen before.

Ron's expression gradually relaxed, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

It's now!

The blood continued to merge and condense, and finally turned into a boiling blood-red long blade that stabbed fiercely at Ron's body.

Blood stained Floyd's vision, but his brow was furrowed.

"It comes... just in time." Victor looked at the sharp blade that fell on his chest, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he smiled forcedly.

As a remnant of the York Kingdom's royal family, he was the only person Ron could rely on. During this period, it was precisely because of his existence that Ron's power was able to expand so rapidly.

It was precisely because of his existence that Ron was able to transport the greed produced by the Nasonburg Banknote Printing Plant to all parts of the world in such a short time.

Compared to Ron, Victor knew clearly that what he did was wrong.

But...as the patron saint of the Kingdom of York or the royal family, everything he did at this moment was right.

Just a human being.

No matter how many people die, they will always be made up slowly.

Their existence is important to a country, but if killing them can exchange for a demigod, then everything is worth it.

In the extraordinary world, strength is the most important thing.