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

Is this another secret guide by the repairman?

Although the situation in Larnaca City is calm now, almost all the black beasts have been marked, and the positions of the two young gods are gradually being controlled. As long as all these things are cleared, the disaster in Larnaca City will be solved.

But is it really so?

Dolores is one of the heroines in the first expansion of this world, and an important role in the second and third expansions. No matter what, Dolores must not die here.

So, something abnormal suddenly occurred, causing Dolores to leave Larnaca City early before disaster struck?

If that's the case, it's really exciting. Ron can't wait to know where this city will end up. He wants to know what his series of resistance has brought to the world. changes.

Of course, this time it was purely Ron who was overthinking.

Ron had long forgotten that he had helped Agnes escape from the palace, and Agnes was really embarrassed to say: You don't want people to know about the back mountain, right? It's such a bad thing to say, so just Here comes a sentence, the captain asked me to bring you a sentence.

It was this sentence that made Holt, who was already suspicious by nature, once again have serious doubts about whether and how many cuckolds he had on his head. That's why he took Delores. The only normal princess who was recalled by the king for thirteen consecutive times.

Ron also put the paper away, and the ironwood staff appeared in his palm.

The sound of the magic alarm became more and more urgent, like a high-pitched hissing, forming a line in Ron's ears.

It was obvious that Gray Andre's original worry and vigilance were fading. Ron's body appeared quietly at the window. Through the gap in the curtain, he could clearly see a figure approaching at lightning speed.

No, not like lightning. His body was wrapped in purple lightning and electric arcs were flashing densely, as if he was the lightning itself.

His speed was so fast, like an arc of electricity, whizzing past the ground. Wherever he went, no matter whether it was small stones, tall trees, or weeds growing on the ground, none of them could withstand the energy emanating from Gray, and they turned into debris with a crackling sound. There seemed to be a violent tornado behind him, with smoke and dust rising everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Gray's figure was less than thirty meters in front of the villa. He kept moving forward without any intention of stopping, but the slender spear wrapped in purple lightning in his palm had already slipped out of his hand.

Spear?

Q is not Zhao Zilong. What kind of spear does he use? Don't you know the spearman's lucky E?

Ron complained a little in his heart, already bent down, and grasped the ironwood staff tightly with both hands.

Woo!

The spear shot toward the villa faster than Gray himself. Gray was clearly aware of Ron's position, and the sharp spear light was directed toward Ron's heart.

The moment the gun body was torn apart in mid-air, a whining sound like a roaring wind came out, and a circle of hollow-like traces appeared directly around the rapidly rotating gun body.

With just this move, Ron was already convinced that Gray Andre's strength was probably stronger than that of Hell Judge Isa, and in terms of realm alone, he was on the same level as Melville.

But compared to Melville, Gray has significantly more combat experience.

The moment the spear came out of his hand, Gray's body also drew an arc behind him, following closely behind.

Boom... click.

Before the spear even had time to touch the window and wall, the cold air flow swept over, and the wooden window was instantly crushed into pieces.

The seemingly solid wall could not withstand the impact of heroic masters and collapsed suddenly.

The ironwood staff swung towards the spear tip.

Facing such an opponent, Ron had no reservations.

when!

At the moment when the iron-wood staff and the spear collided, there was a sound like a bell blooming.

Under the violent impact, Ron's body suddenly slid backwards, and his feet had already sunk into the floor.

At the same time, a circle of invisible impact centered on the focus of the collision and spread to the surroundings.

boom……

The huge villa was shattered.

The surging shock wave directly lifted off the stone slabs on the ground piece by piece.

In the sky filled with smoke and dust, the spear bounced back directly. Before it could hit the ground, it was already caught in the palm of Gray Andre who came from behind. The spear shook, and a spear light pointed at Ron's position again.

Ron could even see Gray Andre's extremely distorted face and blood-red eyes, and he could even hear the weird sounds coming from Gray's throat: "Grrrrrrrrrrr..." Kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you..."

As expected of a member of the Andre family.

He looked like a madman!

Ron's face was solemn. He held the ironwood staff in one hand and pointed the other hand towards the sky, his bent fingers seeming to be tightly grasping something.

The next moment, a huge hammer shining with brilliant golden light suddenly appeared above Gray Andre's head and fell towards Gray's head.

Hammer of Judgment!

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Hammer of Judgment!

It can be said that it is the priest profession, the only high-level offensive magic. What's worse is that it also deals single-target damage.

However, it is precisely because of these limitations that the Hammer of Judgment has a destructive power that far exceeds that of ordinary high-level magic. Once the Hammer of Judgment falls, let alone human flesh and blood, even a hard boulder will be destroyed. It can blow you to pieces in an instant.

Gray's reaction was also very quick, his expression remained unchanged, and the gun suddenly spun towards his head to block it.

With a bang, Grayandre's body sank suddenly. The power of the Hammer of Judgment was far stronger than he had imagined.

Before he even landed, several low-level magics from the Dawn Goddess Church appeared around his body.

Holy Light Blade.

Searing ray.

Shine.

His rich combat experience was fully revealed at this time. Gray closed his eyes to avoid the glare from burning his eyes and affecting his vision.

At the same time, relying solely on his hearing, he rolled, leaped sideways, or retreated with extremely agile movements, avoiding the continuous magic bombardments.

Streams of magic hit the open space, making a dull sound while spreading layers of smoke.

Ron's face looked a little pale... Damn it, Dracula's Eyes couldn't achieve the effect of perpetual motion after all.

The passive function of releasing magic and consuming blood will be activated directly when he uses magic, but the effect of returning blood will only be activated when he hits the target.

This directly resulted in that, except for the first move, the Hammer of Judgment, which hit Gray's weapon and hit the target, triggering the blood recovery effect, all other magics were consuming Ron's blood.

The battlefield finally gradually and temporarily calmed down.

Opposite Gray, the situation was also quite bad. His face was pale and his hands were still shaking. Originally, he didn't take the Judgment Hammer to heart. He had faced magic more powerful than this, and a mere Hammer of Judgment was not even enough to raise Gray Andre's vigilance.

But just as the golden hammer hit the weapon, the surging power instantly caused the spear to bend. The power penetrated through the gun body and penetrated into Gray Andre, making this powerful magic warrior feel unbearable. The impact made his hands sore and numb, and he could hardly hold the spear.

There was a feeling of suffocation in the chest, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

To make matters worse, he seemed to be able to feel something being pulled away at the moment of contact.

This weird situation made Gray choose not to resist the next attack, but to avoid it.

Looking at Ron across from him again, his eyes were filled with hatred and uncertainty... It's hard to believe that this is the kind of fighting power that someone who has just entered the panic level can display?

Isn't this too exaggerated?

If this guy really reaches the disaster level, wouldn't he, a heroic level magic warrior, be killed in an instant?

I thought this man was just a despicable and shameless liar who knew nothing but sweet words, but now it seems that this guy is really capable. No wonder he was favored by the shameless king Holt.

Ron looked around.

A shallow, purple barrier sealed off this area.

It seems that this Gray Andre is really bent on killing himself. He has arranged the barrier in advance to prevent the news here from spreading and causing unnecessary trouble.

Although this is a very powerful enemy, there is still no trace of nervousness on Ron's face. At worst, he can activate the protection of Heracles. With this move, he can withstand even the attack of Vice-Pope Apu and suppress a Gray Andre. It's not a problem, and since I am stronger now, I can sustain this move for a longer time.

If that doesn't work, you can still call Charlene and Lidya in your heart.

All in all, Gray Andre really chose the wrong opponent this time.

Ron lowered his head and glanced at the ironwood staff in his hand. He was a little distressed to find that there was a small hole where the ironwood staff had collided with the tip of the spear.

No, this is an ironwood staff with a plus of thirteen. It can cause such damage to an ironwood staff. It is at least a legendary weapon.

How does the saying go? The treasures of nature belong to those who are virtuous!

Gray Andre, who disturbs people's sleep in the middle of the night, looks like a very immoral guy at first glance. He really doesn't deserve to have such a good weapon.

In order to prevent this guy from hurting more people with this gun, it is better to hand this weapon to a more moral person for safekeeping... For example, he, Ron, after all, he is not even the Great Saint. The master you should admire has good character and noble morals.

When he felt Ron's burning gaze again, Gray Andre's body trembled with excitement, and there were goosebumps all over his body. Why was this look so weird? Could this guy be the same as Linde, with a slightly abnormal orientation?

No, he's worse than Lind.

He seems to accept everyone who comes!

When Grayandre thought of the two people's entangled figures reflected on the curtains that he had peeked at before, his creepy fear instantly turned into intense hatred.

He was trying hard to suppress the trembling fingers of his hands under the violent impact and prepare for the next round of attacks.

"Ron, I'm going to kill you..."

In his throat, there was a low growl like a wild dog.

"Sir Grey Andre, why are you so hostile to me? I haven't offended you, have I?" Ron raised his eyebrows and said in a relaxed tone, the ironwood staff slowly rotating in his palm, his eyes narrowed into slits. People who are familiar with Ron will know that this man is thinking about some dirty plans in his mind.

At this time, it was best not to give Ron too many opportunities to speak. Unfortunately, Gray Andre didn't understand this. He let out a low roar: "Shut up, you shameless bastard, using despicable means to coerce , violated Dolores, that is my wife, my..."

Ron was slightly startled: "Your wife? Wasn't your proposal rejected?"

This sentence seemed to have caused a strong stimulation to Gray Andre. He roared like a madman: "You are talking nonsense. How could Dolores reject me? She loves me and she has always wanted to marry me."

"It's all Holt 474, that damn bastard, who used Princess Dolores as a tool for trading, and you, the despicable and shameless bastard, who used despicable means to force Her Highness the Princess to commit herself to you."

"But I know, I know that no matter how much torture Dolores has suffered, the man she truly loves in her heart will always be me."

"I swear, I will rescue Dolores from this cage, no matter what the cost."

Ron was stunned after listening to Gray Andre's words. His active brain froze for a moment and he had no idea what words to use to describe the man in front of him.

During the in-depth exchange last night, Ron also asked Dolores something about Gray Andre. It could be seen from Dolores's attitude that she was very tired of this man's entanglement. Dolores once told Ron that she and Gray Andre had only met a few times in total, and almost all of them were at banquets, and at most they were just courtesy greetings. But this Gray Andre is a paranoid, paranoid that Dolores will be his future wife, and will be extremely hostile to anyone of the opposite sex, or even the same sex, who comes close to Dolores.

This may be the saddest thing about Grey's Andre. The motivation that has always kept him going and the source of his fantasy have not left any impression on Dolores at all. The princess has long forgotten her childhood.

This is a late stage delusion and there is no cure.

As a gentleman, Ron was really embarrassed to bully such a terminally ill patient.

He felt that it was best to persuade Gray Andre to turn around and not continue to be paranoid in his fantasies. This was also for Gray Andre's good.

Ron felt that he was a really good person... He wanted to kill him, but he still wanted to save him. The Virgin Mary would have to tattoo him on her body and worship him every day.

Ron held his chin with one hand, and thoughts flashed through his mind quickly:

Gray is very powerful and has rich combat experience.

He is not stupid, but his personality is very extreme. This extreme is directly connected to the four words Dolores. This is a very easy breakthrough.

His will was extremely strong, as if he had experienced countless trials of life and death, but this kind of strength was barely maintained by fragile illusions.

After two seconds passed, Ron suddenly exhaled helplessly: "Sir Gray, I really don't want to break your illusion, but... I have to tell you, Dolores has never liked her. You, let alone loved you."

Gray's body trembled suddenly. This guy had no idea that when he started talking to Ron, his death was already doomed. He just subconsciously opened his mouth to refute.

But before he could speak, Ron spread out his hands and said, "Believe me, this is what Dolores told me personally when she was lying in my arms last night."

Dolores in his arms?

The scenes that he had once glimpsed through the curtains reappeared in Grayandre's mind.

puff……

Gray could no longer bear the intense stimulation, his throat felt sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"No...it's impossible, Dolores must be lying, she is just deceiving you..." Even though his face had turned extremely pale, Gray was still struggling, unwilling to accept reality.

"Ah, Mr. Gray, I asked Dolores carefully. She said you were just an annoying guy, like a damn fly, buzzing in her ears, making her very annoyed. If it wasn't for maintaining superficial decency, she would even want to drive you away."

"No...impossible..."

"Does she really like you? Isn't this your illusion? Think about it, you have met Dolores several times at banquets. Does she treat you any differently from other nobles?"

Gray's face became paler and paler, and every word Ron said was like a sharp knife, peeling away the scab, revealing the bloody and real flesh and blood inside.