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

It was as if everything he did was just a clown's trick.

Suddenly, Snow's screams stopped abruptly, and his face, originally full of pain and resentment, was forcibly turned into a smile like a madman: "...My mission has been completed."

"He is indeed right, I can't kill you..."

Snow's face became more and more distorted, and his scarlet gaze swept across Ron and Serafina: "However, he also said..."

"Those who shouldn't be alive will die!"

"No one is exempt!"

Here comes Chapter 4, there will be more later.

Chapter 134 The Church Stained Red with Blood (Additional updates for monthly tickets)

Looking at Snow, who was gasping for breath with an unwilling look on his face, Ron knew that he, like Herman, had encountered a certain existence.

It was under the operation of that existence that he became the host of the black beast.

It's just that compared to Herman, who almost completely lost his mind in the third stage, this guy's mind has been preserved until the perfect state, and it has not disappeared even now.

Ron was somewhat impressed by this guy's will. He wondered what kind of power had been supporting him and preventing him from collapsing.

Maybe, it's just hatred towards himself and Serafina?

Just the desire to see yourself die?

Hatred is indeed a very terrifying force.

Snow's kidnapping of Serafina's father was probably arranged by the mysterious man, and the purpose was to force him to stay here when the Saint Christian left.

If he didn't care about Serafina's feelings at all, that guy probably had other plans.

"Who is he?" Ron took a breath and asked in a deep voice.

Snodgrass laughed loudly. He didn't say anything. He just stared at Ron quietly, then roared and pounced on Ron.

boom……

The ironwood staff hit Snow hard on the head.

Snow's body fell to the ground, his head was completely reduced to pieces, and viscous liquid splashed everywhere. Then, Ron smashed Snow's chest before stopping.

Those who shouldn't be alive will die!

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly.

What are the people who shouldn't be alive? Are they the lives that are destined to die in this world line?

Is it Ron who should have died a month ago, right after he traveled through time?

Is it Gerald who should be destroyed along with the city of Larnaca?

Is it Serafina who fought until the last moment to protect the people of Larnaca City?

Or... Cecilia, who was corrupted by the evil god, fell into madness, and was eventually eliminated by the church?

Snow's voice was still echoing in Ron's mind. Looking at Seraphina not far away, Ron had already made a decision in his heart. He walked towards Seraphina and the Marquis of York.

This Lord Marquis may have experienced this kind of thing for the first time in his life. Although he was out of danger, his face was still full of shock, and there was no trace of blood on his trembling lips.

"Seraphina, please take the Marquis home first."

"I'll take care of the rest." Ron said quietly: "If you go to patrol the outside of the city after you have arranged the things over there, I'm worried that there may be trouble outside the city."

Seraphina looked at Ron silently, then nodded.

As for Ron, he turned around and ran towards the direction of Morol Church.

Serafina cannot be allowed to go to church.

……

the other side.

Virgil led a large number of members and appeared at the door of Morol Cathedral.

Before he even stepped into the church, just looking at the tightly closed door, an indescribable sense of evil made Virgil's heart tremble.

The indescribable fear gave Virgil a layer of goosebumps.

He swallowed quietly, and then pushed the church door open with both hands.

call……

A strong smell of blood hit his face.

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

The once simple and holy Morol Cathedral has completely turned scarlet at this moment, and the ground and walls seem to have been painted with blood as paint.

The scarlet color that hit their faces made everyone change their expressions. No one knew what happened to the Morol Cathedral. Why was there such rich blood? Where were the remaining people in the church?

Goddess above, is this hell?

Indescribable fear filled everyone's chest.

Beside him, Irelia opened the magic book, and with soft chanting, circles of light spread out around him.

Where the dawn shines!

It can eliminate the fear of friendly units in a large area around it, increase the physical recovery of all friendly units by 10%, and increase the recovery of magic power by 10%!

Then, the second hymn sounded.

Blessed by the wind, the agility of friendly units in a large area is increased by 30%.

The third way, the fourth way, the fifth way...

The soft chant, like the whisper of a goddess, echoed in the ears of every priest, dispelling the fear that was suppressed in the hearts of the priests. Although the blood in front of them was still terrifying, at least they were able to muster their courage.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil walked at the front and stepped into the courtyard filled with scarlet.

The sticky feeling under his feet made Virgil extremely uncomfortable.

Just looking at this kind of blood stains, it would be impossible to create such a scene without the deaths of hundreds or thousands of people, but... where are the corpses?

There was obviously thick plasma everywhere, but not even a body could be found!

Although there were hundreds of people behind him, the entire scene was filled with a devastating silence. Apart from the sound of people breathing, there was almost no sound.

Enduring the tingling sensation on his scalp and the hair all over his body, Virgil continued to move forward. Just at the door leading to the cathedral, he suddenly saw a figure.

That was a priest.

Virgil swallowed and sped up.

He held the magic book in one hand and walked towards the priest who was lying motionless on the ground.

The distance got closer and closer. Finally, Virgil walked up to the priest. He could not feel his breathing or heartbeat, as if he was dead.

With a frown on his face, Virgil turned over the priest's body. What he saw was a big hole in the chest. The heart was gone. The wound was extremely rough, as if a sharp claw had reached in and forcibly taken the heart out.

Even though Virgil was used to all kinds of horrific and bloody scenes, he was caught off guard and felt a thump in his heart.

hold head high!

At this moment, the priest's corpse on the ground suddenly opened its gray eyes, opened its mouth full of blood, and rushed towards Virgil.

The sudden movement startled Virgil, and he instinctively retreated. At the same time, he raised his right hand to throw the magic at him.

However, the distance is too close.

Just as the dirty teeth were about to bite Virgil, a magic wand suddenly flew over from behind.

puff.

The magic wand accurately hit the head of the priest whose heart was dug out, and the whole head instantly turned into pieces.

The headless corpse waved its hands in mid-air twice, and finally fell limply to the ground.

Virgil climbed up from the ground, gasping for breath. Only then did he realize that his body was completely soaked with sweat.

A short, rickety figure walked by and pulled the staff back from the ground.

"Archbishop Gerald..."

That's right, the person coming is Archbishop Gerald.

Gerald originally led people to clean up the broken limbs outside and inspect the black beasts that might have escaped. After Ron, Virgil and others left, the more Gerald thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and immediately chased him from behind. Come up.

"You don't want me to come here because I will die here, right?" Gerald said quietly.

Although he was talking about something very scary, the archbishop's voice was very steady, with almost no emotional fluctuations.

"It's a good intention...but the lives of you young people are much more precious than my old bones."

As if he was telling Virgil, or just mumbling to himself, Gerald looked towards the church and inner courtyard inside. Inside, he could feel some strange yet familiar atmosphere.

It was just like the giant toad that I had encountered before, but it was also obviously different.

"Be careful, many people have died here, but not to mention the corpses, there are not even soul residues..." Lidya's figure also walked up from behind, her little face was slightly pale, and only one of her dead bodies was left. The Spirit Knight has been summoned by Lydia.

As an undead witch, Lydia is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the soul... It is not an exaggeration to say that in a place full of plasma, the souls of demons are dancing wildly.

But in fact, there is nothing.

Gerald took a breath and slowly exhaled it. He just grabbed the magic wand in his hand and raised it high:

"For the glory of the Dawn Goddess!"

"For the glory of the Dawn Goddess!"

Accompanied by shouting, the crowd rushed forward.

The deep and long corridor was also covered in blood, as if a heavy rain had just fallen. No matter where you walked, you could hear the sound of pattering.

Gerald's goal is the church.

The church is originally the most sacred place in the church, but at this moment, the closer you get to the church, the more you can feel the numbing evil.

Finally, the long corridor came to an end.

Suddenly it becomes clear.

And the holy church that was supposed to appear at the end disappeared.

There was just a pile of ruins on the ground, and even the extremely beautifully carved statue of the goddess of dawn collapsed on the ground casually. The statue cracked from the middle and was divided into two halves.

It's like faith being crushed.

Instead of the church, what appeared on the ruins was a big tree.

A strange tree that I have never seen before, or in other words, a tree man.

Her upper body could even barely see some human traces, but her legs had completely turned into densely twisted tree roots, rooted in the ground.

The position of the tree trunk is abnormally bulging, like a belly that has been pregnant for ten months.

The outstretched arms turned into two thick branches, and the thick hair turned into vines and branches.

Shadows drifted with the wind.

With an indescribable feeling, everyone slowly raised their eyes, and when they saw the moment in mid-air, almost everyone felt that their heart had suffered the most violent impact.

What is that in mid-air...

Corpses hung in the sky, swaying like wind chimes.

They lowered their heads, their chests were covered with huge holes, their hearts were missing, and sticky blood was dripping slowly down their chests.

Chapter 5 is here, updated today.

Chapter 135 The Lord of Blood and Destruction Tries to Interfere with the World

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