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

Snapped!

The fingers of her left hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of her right hand, and Irelia almost tried her best to drag her right hand back.

Irelia is no longer the simple nun she was originally. During this period of studying the Psalms, Irelia cannot avoid being exposed to knowledge in the field of occultism.

In the field of occultism, the only iron rule is not to try to explore the sounds that should not be heard, and not to try to spy on the existence that should not be seen.

Madness, distortion, death, this is the threat that runs through the occult.

A strong impulse even surged in Irelia's heart for a moment, as if behind this door, there was something extremely attractive to her, making her want to get closer.

Immediately afterwards, Irelia's body trembled violently and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She bit the tip of her tongue and used the pain in her body to barely restore herself to normal. At the same time, she took advantage of this brief moment of clarity to quickly retreat.

After increasing the distance from the bookshelf and the wall, the strong feeling finally gradually weakened.

A cold breeze blew outside the window.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and Irelia realized that in just that short time, her body had been soaked with cold sweat.

Morol Church does not seem to be as peaceful as it appears.

I always feel that behind that wall, there seems to be some extremely terrifying existence sealed.

Irelia didn't know what it was, but she had a hunch that if she really opened that door, her self might be gone.

That's something you can't touch. Even if you really want to open that door, you have to gather enough experts.

For example, call Ron, Archbishop Gerald, Bishop Virgil, and even Saint Christian.

There are enough troubles in Larnaca City now, and Irelia doesn't want unplanned situations to interfere with their original arrangement.

When Irelia left the library completely, that feeling completely disappeared.

However, vaguely, it seems that one can hear a low roar coming from the depths of the library:

"dusk……"

……

call!

Ron let out a long breath.

The exhaled air condensed into a light mist like white frost.

In the large room, the temperature is dropping.

"Have you refined the resentful soul?" Lydia's voice came from beside her.

This witch, like a pig, slept soundly for a whole day and a whole night.

As an undead witch, Lydia could clearly feel something different. She could see a hazy shadow beside Ron, and the drop in temperature in the room was the breath emitted by the resentful souls.

As for the identity of the resentful spirit, it is Melville.

Lydia didn't have any special feelings for Melville. She didn't like him, and she couldn't even say she hated him. At most, she was a little tired of Melville's narcissistic behavior that he thought was romantic and unrestrained.

But, no matter what, Melville was also a member of the Spang Theocracy, and they had carried out missions together. Seeing Melville's soul being transformed into a resentful spirit, Lydia felt a little depressed.

Lydia, who had read the Necronomicon, knew very well what the vengeful spirits represented; it was an ending even more miserable than death.

"Reuse the waste." Ron did not deny it, but simply replied.

"Has the soul refining been successful?"

Lydia pursed her lips. Now she was no longer the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, but a slave girl who had signed a contract with Ron. She did not need to consider things beyond her own identity.

Although it was sad, Lidya felt inexplicably that her life was easier than before.

She took out six bottles of magic potion from the storage ring and handed them to Ron.

There are six bottles of potion, three of which seem to be filled with pure water, and the other three are filled with something that seems to be filled with clouds and mist.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth. It was exactly the same as in his impression. As expected of Lydia, the soul-removing potion was a very difficult potion, and it could be refined so easily.

"You did a great job." Ron praised.

Lidya curled her lips, seemingly disdainful, but she actually felt a little happy because of her master's praise.

This damn high-level contract document continued to affect her.

After taking these potions, Ron walked out of the room. Charlene was guarding the door.

The sky was a little gloomy, perhaps because it had rained last night. A thin white mist was floating in the air. A gust of wind blew and the mist gradually dispersed.

The dawn light scattered from the horizon, shining on my face, reflecting a golden-red light.

Ron first went to Irelia's place. This girl seemed to have been studying chants very late last night, and she was still asleep now.

Her face was quiet.

Calm and natural.

Her gentle and delicate face is hard to associate with the White Saint whose eyes will be filled with blood in the future.

It would be great if Irelia could stay like this.

Then Ron went to Vergil again and handed three bottles of pure water-like potion to Vergil.

Virgil didn't say a word, he just silently put away these potions. He knew how to use them.

After arranging these things, Ron originally planned to leave directly, but suddenly stopped at the door. The expression on his face became a little strange, and he looked up and down at Virgil. To be honest, Ron really couldn't see anything about him that could attract Linde.

"What's wrong?" Ron's slightly strange gaze made Virgil feel a little furry: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Virgil, I have a question for you..."

"Go ahead."

"How would you feel if someone had a crush on you?"

Virgil's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's pretty cool."

Ron is a prophet. He must have seen that in the future there is a beautiful woman who secretly likes him... Virgil was quite happy thinking about it. It seems that he still has a lot of masculine charm.

Seeing Virgil's appearance, Ron's lips twitched slightly. He felt that it would be better not to break Virgil's fantasy. This was really too cruel.

Ron turned to leave.

"Ah, by the way, tomorrow, the city guards and church clergy will prepare for a joint operation to clear out the black beasts and young gods. Don't forget it." Virgil's voice came from behind.

Young God, Black Beast.

Ron's expression suddenly became solemn.

It depends on tomorrow how effective all the resistance they have done will be, and whether their fate will change.

No matter what, he has reached the limit of his ability.

Nodding heavily, Ron returned to his room.

His fingers stroked the ring of the Soul Ferry, his consciousness sank, and he had to make one final arrangement before tomorrow.

……

Granville Royal City.

Agnes stretched her arms lazily. After leaving the palace, every day of her life made her feel particularly happy.

This is probably how a bird breaks free from its cage.

The delicate tip of her feet lightly tapped on a leaf, and her body just stayed in mid-air. She held a cup of milk tea in her right hand, and a sizzling sound came from her mouth.

His sight was fixed on the Cathedral of the Goddess of Dawn a few hundred meters away.

No one knows what Apraun Montgomery is planning recently. He seems very excited and may be thinking of some dirty and terrible plan.

Speaking of which, Mr. Captain hasn't called her for several days, which makes her feel a little lonely.

Just as Agnes was thinking this, dense silk threads suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.

Agnes didn't react at all, letting the threads wrap around her body.

……

the other side.

A female warrior with a silver mask on her face was taking Dolores through the air, with mountains below them.

She is obviously a warrior, but her speed is even more exaggerated than that of a thief.

The strong wind whistled in her ears, and Dolores's soft golden hair fluttered behind her, making her unable to open her eyes.

Suddenly, the female warrior stopped.

The eyes beneath the mask looked blankly into the empty arms...Where is my princess?

……

It gradually became clear before Dolores. The eldest princess, who had already experienced it once, was no longer as panicked by this mysterious summons as she was the first time.

Of course, this time it may be Sister Anna's turn to panic. I hope Sister Anna will not go crazy, otherwise, the mountain range may disappear.

Miss Fox's familiar voice greeted her from the side. She still admired the mysterious Captain as before. Her voice was very cheerful. It was obvious that Miss Fox had been having a very happy time. An idea flashed through Dolores' mind, and she quickly put her mind in order and saluted the so-called Captain solemnly: "Dear Captain, good afternoon."

Looking at Dolores's appearance and remembering that not long ago, the two of them were enjoying themselves together, Ron couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

He was even a little curious. If the thick fog on the surface of the soul body was dispersed and Dolores could see his appearance, what would the expression of Her Royal Highness the Princess be like?

That expression will definitely be wonderful.

However, Ron did not do this stupidly. Her Royal Highness, who was so angry that she was so angry, would probably pounce on him desperately and bite him hard several times.

Moreover, letting Dolores know the captain's true identity will also cause unnecessary trouble for Ron's many subsequent arrangements.

The repairman's gaze wasn't just on him.

An important character like Dolores is also the object of the repairman's attention.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind as Ron continued to maintain his image as captain.

Miss Fox Agnes's cheeks seemed a little red, and she seemed a little embarrassed: "Dear Mr. Captain, I am very sorry that I have not been able to collect Archibald's notes during this time."

He felt a little disappointed. After all, Ron wanted to know what happened to Archibald after his break with the Andre family.

"It doesn't matter..." Ron spoke slowly, his voice as melodious as usual: "Archibald's notes are not something that is easy to collect."

Hearing that Mr. Captain was not angry because of this matter, Agnes patted her chest gently with her little hand, feeling a little relieved. It was indeed Mr. Captain who was kind and kind. He would not punish his family members for their occasional mistakes and incompetence.

After adjusting her mood, Agnes spoke again: "Regarding the Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Apraun Montgomery, he seems to have encountered some good things recently and seems to be in a very good mood, but he basically has not left the church and has not made any abnormal behavior. Captain, do I need to continue to keep an eye on him?"

Agnes began to ask for instructions on the next step.

Ron shook his head slightly: "There is no need to continue to look at him. I will give you a new task now."

"Go to Dragon Nest."

Dragon Nest!

As soon as these three words appeared, Agnes and Dolores both changed their expressions. Although the Dragon Clan had perished, its prestige still existed.

Agnes calmed down quickly and lowered her eyes: "Dear Mr. Captain, please forgive me for being presumptuous. I want to know the reason..."

"The Golden City is still hanging in the sky. The Dragon Clan has been destroyed, but the raging impact has not dissipated. Recently, many powerful people have tried to enter the Dragon Valley and the Golden City, but they have been unable to get close."

Ron's eyes dropped, and he did not blame Agnes for being presumptuous: "Apu will appear in Dragon Nest."

"He's going to die there."

Here comes the fourth chapter, there will be another update later.

Chapter 129 The Power of the Great Saint (Additional update for monthly tickets)

In the game, Apraun Montgomery tried to grind dragon bones into powder and combine it with some special medicines to revive himself. Calculating the time, it should be soon.

Leaving the church headquarters and not having so many followers around, this was the best chance to kill Apu.

With such a being full of hatred for him, Ron naturally didn't want him to survive in this world for too long, so he should die as soon as possible and live in peace.

Otherwise, Apu's threat will become bigger and bigger.

The vice-pope would find a broken dragon crystal in the Dragon Valley that had been turned into ruins, and eventually turned into a half-human, half-dragon monster, and his strength greatly expanded as a result.