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

"Damn it, lost it, maybe that guy took it away."

Pfft!

Lind suddenly let go of his hand. Gray, who had just stood up, fell to the ground before he could stand firm. He looked up in disbelief, wondering why Lind had become so indifferent.

Lind's expression was not actually cold, he even had a smile on his face, and then a magic contract quietly appeared in his hand:

"Oh, Gray Andre, the only heir of the Andre family, the direct descendant of the sage Patrich, you won't forget the contract we signed before, right? If you can't return the weapon with ten enhancements... you need to pay me 500,000 gold coins..."

Gray Andre's eyes suddenly widened.

"You signed the contract in the name of the heir of the Andre family and the direct descendant of Saint Partridge. You won't default on it, will you?"

The gentle voice, to Gray Andre's ears, was as desperate as the roar of a demon.

His body trembled violently, and the blood in his mouth vomited uncontrollably. Then his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Five hundred thousand gold coins!

"Of course, if you really can't come up with 500,000 gold coins, you can also use the blasphemer's notebook..." Lind, who hadn't finished speaking, looked at Gray who had fainted speechlessly and shut his mouth obediently.

……

On the other side, Ron was still examining the properties of the spear.

[The Spear that Penetrates Death: Golden Legend]

【Maker: Archibald Andre】

[Enhancement Level: 10]

Physical Attack

[Additional attribute: Strength

[Additional special effect: Penetration - There is a high probability of ignoring armor when attacking and directly causing real damage. 】

[Additional special effect: Tear - When causing damage to the target, the wound cannot heal, intermediate and low-level treatments have no effect, and the effect of high-level treatments is halved. 】

[Additional special effect: Magic attachment - each attack adds magic damage, the additional value is your own mental power*1+magic attack power*3! ]

[This is a birthday gift I prepared for my daughter Philomena. She should like it very much, right? 】

Chapter 2 is presented. Next chapter in an hour.

Chapter 127 The voice in Irelia’s ear (3)

In fact, when Ron first saw the name Penetrating Death Flying Gun, he already knew that it was a weapon made by Archibald.

Except for the time traveler, no one in the Twilight Continent can come up with such a name. This is too much of a coincidence.

This gun was a birthday gift prepared by Archibald for his daughter Philomena. From the description of the gun, we can feel Archibald’s love for this daughter.

Ron did not stay in the ruins for too long. He walked towards the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn while thinking in his heart.

It is clear from the previous diary that Archibald and the Andre family had a complete break.

Then why did the spear that Archibald prepared for his daughter actually fall into the hands of the Andre family?

What happened in the meantime? Could it be that there was some kind of conflict between Archibald's descendants and the Andre family? Ron didn't believe that Archibald would not leave some means of protection for his women and children.

In some respects, are Archibald's children considered people who should not be in this world?

Why did the sage Patrick change his surname from Abraham and call himself Patrice Andre? Do you simply want to imitate Archibald? Or does Partridge really have some relationship with the Andre family?

Are the current Andre family pure descendants of Partridge, or are they the blood of the original Andre family?

Ron was more inclined to the latter. Dolores had said before that the Andre family was very small, and some of its descendants even had certain defects in character and body. Even the seemingly normal Gray Andre had serious delusions and violent tendencies.

This is obviously a characteristic of the original Andre family... Ron suddenly felt a chill in his heart. If it was just Partridge's imitation, wouldn't he also imitate the Andre family's poor inheritance method? ?

In Partridge's notes, the existence of a self-proclaimed Guardian of Destiny and Hidden Prophet was also recorded. Is this so-called Guardian of Destiny also a member of the original Andre family?

Where exactly are they hiding?

How many guardians of fate and hidden prophets are there like this?

Various questions appeared in Ron's mind, and before he knew it, he had returned to the Dawn Goddess Church branch.

Lidya was currently the only one in the room.

The witch seemed to have successfully refined the soul-dispersing potion, but Lydia felt very tired after three consecutive days. She didn't even put away the big iron pot and fell asleep on Ron's bed.

Judging from the charcoal in the stove that had not yet completely extinguished, she must have fallen asleep not long ago and was not afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Ron complained in his mind and glanced at Lydia. It had to be said that this third princess of the Spang Theocracy, the Necromancer Witch, did not have the slightest bit of elegance that a princess and a witch should have, at least when she was sleeping. so.

Her whole body was lying on the bed, with her right leg bent and her knees leaning against the wall. She was completely unaware of this posture, which directly caused the beauty to appear under her skirt.

Ron saw everything he should and shouldn't see at once, with one hand on his belly, grabbing it casually.

Are you a sloppy uncle who came from nowhere?

Ron silently took out the Undead Crystal.

Inside the crystal, Melville's soul was still wailing and screaming tirelessly.

For Melville's soul, every second of Ron's survival was an unbearable stimulus. When he saw Ron being kissed by Dolores and being favored by Princess Granville, Melville The soul screams with jealousy.

When he saw Ron making a lot of money, Melville's soul roared because he couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, when Ron and Dolores were having fun, he threw the undead crystal into the storage ring and did not let Melville see that scene. Otherwise, Melville's soul would have changed. What does it look like?

When he saw someone trying to assassinate Ron, Melville's soul was twisting with excitement. How he wished someone could kill Ron, preferably in the most cruel way, so that this trash who should have died long ago would taste it. What is despair and pain.

As a result, Gray was seriously injured by Ron. Not only did he fail to kill Ron, he even let Ron get a legendary weapon for nothing...

The fall from hope to despair made Melville's soul sink into never-ending torture.

This is the soul. Compared to a normal life, the soul is more likely to go to extremes, more likely to be immersed in various negative emotions, and constantly torture itself.

Melville didn't know what happened before. His soul only saw the goddess in his mind, lying on Ron's bed.

All I saw was that the goddess in my heart had a tired face and a messy shirt.

It seemed as if he had just undergone some strenuous exercise that was very exhausting.

This scene directly caused the most tragic impact to Melville's soul.

Melville's soul would naturally associate the worst possible situation with what he was least willing to accept, thus making himself more miserable, more angry, and more crazy.

Feeling the fluctuations coming from Melville's soul in the undead crystal, Ron showed a faint smile on his face.

Originally, he was thinking about whether to stimulate Melville by having sex with Lydia, but now it seems that it is not necessary. Melville is so angry with himself.

His stupid brother's soul has barely reached the standard for refining a resentful soul.

Ron never hesitated when it came to things that could save his life.

He pulled the quilt over Lydia without waking the witch up. Instead, he called out to Sharin in his heart and asked her to guard the door. Then he took out some materials he had bought at the auction, held the undead crystal, and entered a meditative state.

Every time he saw that dark spiritual space, Ron couldn't help but want to complain. In fact, he was really not that dark.

The spiritual space is empty, like the misty night sky.

Only this time, something was slightly different. A special guest appeared in Ron's spiritual space.

To be honest, when looking at the thing in front of him, Ron even found it hard to believe that it was a human soul.

His soul was like a huge piece of meat that had just been cut from an animal. His madness had almost become real. A dark and twisted aura permeated around his soul. The aura kept changing its form, sometimes turning into a twisted venomous snake, sometimes into a mouse-like body covered with fur, and sometimes showing a face that was twisted to the extreme and made people shudder.

Soon, Melville's completely crazy soul became aware of Ron's presence. Although he had long lost his mind, his instincts were still filled with deep disgust and hatred for Ron. His twisted face opened in the middle, revealing a mouth much larger than that of a normal person, almost tearing his face in half. He let out a silent scream, and his soul pounced on Ron.

He wanted to tear Ron into pieces, wanted to devour Ron...

However, Melville's soul didn't know that this was Ron's spiritual space, and Ron was the master here.

Unless there is someone whose strength far exceeds that of Ron, it will be difficult to create much waves here.

Snapped.

Ron snapped his fingers.

A crisp sound rang out.

Before Melville's soul could pounce in front of Ron, countless black chains had appeared from the void in all directions, instantly punching through several holes in Melville's soul.

The soul was controlled in mid-air, and no matter how much it twisted, it could not break free from the chains.

Next, it’s time to refine the resentful soul.

The first step, and a very important one, is to clear out all unnecessary memories in the soul, and only keep the memories related to the existence he hates the most. Everything else must be stripped from the soul. Only in this way can the resentment be the purest and the hatred the strongest.

A trace of gray and black was suddenly stripped away from Melville's soul by Ron and immediately crushed.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The pain of his soul being torn apart caused Melville's soul to suddenly let out an extremely high-pitched scream, and his soul trembled to an unprecedented degree.

This will be a long and cruel process.

To be honest, if the resentful soul could not replace the master and resist the impact and damage from the soul, it could be regarded as a life-saving charm, Ron would not want to create such a thing.

However, think about it, this guy Melville hated himself to death. The hatred that lasted for 10 to 20 years was so strong that even Ron could hardly imagine it... Such a person who hated himself to death actually became his shield to protect him from harm. I wonder if Melville would be even more devastated after knowing this. It would be quite interesting.

……

"Ugh..."

library.

Irelia yawned and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock at night.

She was the only one left in the empty library, even the administrator had gone off work.

Looking around, she didn't know if it was because she was the only one there, but the church library illuminated by the magic lamp was actually a little eerie.

There was obvious fatigue in those amber eyes.

She had been in the library for many days. Studying the Psalms was not an easy process. Irelia was very tired mentally. She even felt that her silver hair was not as shiny as before.

However, Irelia has her own will and persistence. She wants to be able to stand by her lover's side. She hopes that her power can help her lover instead of just enjoying her lover's protection.

It is with the persistence of this spirit that Irelia can endure the boring chants.

To date, she has mastered five chants.

However, Irelia has no clue about the other chants until now. She always feels as if something is missing and she has never been able to understand them.

Shaking her head, Irelia tried to clear her mind while walking towards the bookshelf.

Irelia was going to put the magic book away and go back to have a good sleep.

But at this moment, Irelia suddenly discovered that there was a very inconspicuous button on the wall inside the bookshelf... The button was almost covered with dust and merged with the wall.

Irelia was even a little surprised that she could actually discover this kind of button that would be ignored even if she was not careful.

Faintly, Irelia even felt an indescribable voice coming from her ears:

"Press……"

"Press……"

"open the door……"

"open the door……"

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Chapter 128 He will die there (additional update for monthly tickets)

Gudong!

The indescribable chill made Irelia swallow her saliva.

The inexplicable sound echoing in her ears made Irelia's skin raise a layer of small pimples. She tried to shake the sound away from her ears, but she couldn't.

The voice seemed to echo directly in her mind, constantly stimulating Irelia's consciousness.

Irelia's right hand had been raised at some point, and her trembling fingertips reached for the button on the wall.