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

Irelia leaned in the corner, breathing heavily, with Cecilia, Charlene, and Lydia beside her.

Lidya used some of the puppets she controlled to construct a human shield, which barely blocked the shock wave that had just raged.

Virgil's body was pressed against the half-collapsed wall, and his slightly rising and falling chest proved that Virgil was not dead yet.

Gerald's body was wilted in the corners and covered in blood. He already looked old, but he looked ten years older.

No one knows that the scenes that Serafina once spied on and Archibald's reminders are happening one after another.

The second chapter is here. Thank you for the reward and support from my fellow readers.

Chapter 137 Who is the clown? (3)

The young god's last scream and explosion almost caused serious injuries to everyone present.

Further away, there were some priests lying on the ground. Their hearts had been shattered the moment the impact hit them.

There were corpses lying on the ground.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were wailing in pain.

Ron turned his attention to the location of the Young God Tree.

Then, his spirit trembled slightly, and most of his sluggish consciousness recovered in an instant.

The Tree of the Young God disappeared...but not completely.

At this moment, what appeared in the position of the Young God Tree was a strange thing that looked like a pollen tube.

Its top cracked, and a layer of light pink, smoke-like substance was slowly gushing out and spreading along the cracked top.

If you look carefully, you can even see countless densely packed tiny particles in that layer of smoke.

Like pollen, like... spores?

What it is?

Ron's body trembled violently. At this moment, he had a fear that his scalp was about to split.

At this moment, Ron understood the significance of the existence of the Tree of Young Gods.

Not only was He born for Himself, He was also born for reproduction...

He wants to bring back to this world the disasters that could not come to this world due to certain interference.

Not only Ron, but Gerald also noticed the existence of pollen tubes and those light pink spores. Perhaps he didn’t know as many things as Ron, but pure instinct also made Gerald Understand that these things are full of evil.

These spores cannot be allowed to scatter in the city. This problem must be solved before these spores disperse.

Grasping the magic wand in one hand, Gerald propped up his old body from the ground. With a slightly cloudy vision, he looked around. The pink mist had dispersed a little, and much of it had floated high into the sky.

Using fire to burn these things should be the easiest way.

However, judging from the extent of the spores spreading, the flames should be difficult to stop. Once any spores escape, it may cause a new round of disaster.

Gerald's hesitation did not last long. He quickly took out a small bottle that looked like it was carved from white jade from the storage ring.

Holy relic, a gift from Neptune!

The effect is similar to that of a storage ring, except that the capacity of the internal space is much larger.

Gerald's skinny fingers tapped lightly on the bottom of Neptune's gift bottle, and then he saw that his originally pale face had become uglier, and some dark brown stains were even beginning to appear on his body. plaque.

The next moment, a vortex suddenly appeared on the mouth of Neptune's gift bottle.

call……

All the dust in the air was attracted by this strong force and rushed towards Gerald's position.

At that moment, all the air in the huge area seemed to be robbed, and Ron even felt suffocated for several seconds.

Looking at the sky again, all the dust is gone.

The light pink mist spewed out by the pollen tubes also disappeared completely.

After the last spores were absorbed, the drained pollen tubes completely lost their support and fell limply to the ground, turning into a puddle of putrid slime.

At this point, the Tree of Young God has finally been completely solved.

Gerald suddenly took two steps back and sat down on the ground. He was gasping for breath and his arms were shaking. The magic wand that was originally light in his hand was now like a hard iron rod, and he could hardly lift it.

Neptune's gift...

Like almost all holy relics in the Twilight Continent, these existences cannot provide the holder with a strong increase in combat power, but they can exert quite good effects in some aspects.

For example, Vice-Pope Apu has a magic mirror in his hand, through which he can peer into scenes far away.

Neptune's gift has a large internal space, but it is not as convenient as a storage ring. It is generally used to store large amounts of water, alleviate droughts, and prevent floods. Gerald also did not expect that he could actually store Neptune's gift. Gifts are used at this time.

Although the sacrifice was huge and his body was stretched to the limit, even breathing was very laborious for Gerald, but the old man seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

He picked up a magic scroll and threw it on himself. His broken ear slowly recovered. Although his hearing would inevitably be damaged, he even looked in the direction of Ron, far more wrinkled than ever before. His face looked in the direction of Ron: "Brother Ron..."

The voice was extremely hoarse.

My throat seemed to have cracked.

"It seems that the future predicted by the prophet is not so accurate. You see... we won!"

"We saved Larnaca!"

"We changed our destiny!"

Ron smiled bitterly.

Old man, now is not the time to be complacent and show off. Pretending to be showy at this time can easily lead to problems.

"Ah, no... Gerald, you are wrong... No one can change fate!"

Sure enough, before Ron could even speak, a truly proud voice slowly came out from the ruins of the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

"You, me, him...everything in the world is just an ant following the path of destiny."

The familiar voice made Gerald stunned. He looked in the direction of the sound, and then his eyes widened.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying, and his body even began to tremble convulsively.

His saggy face was twisted into a ball, and there was a gasping sound like a bellows in his throat: "How... how is it possible?"

"How could it be...you?"

Ron's gaze also looked in the direction of the ruins, and sure enough, it was a familiar figure.

Father Abraham.

He was still hunched over, with white hair and beard, as usual.

But his voice was unusually light and proud, and the way he looked at Gerald, Virgil, and Ron was as if he was looking at a clown in a playful manner.

He had endured it for too long, and he couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasure of release.

Under the shocked gazes of Gerald, Irelia, Cecilia and many other priests, Father Abraham slowly straightened up, and his originally stooped figure suddenly became taller.

The wrinkles that were originally crisscrossing the face like ravines were quickly smoothed away.

The long, pale hair gradually became dazzlingly golden.

The cloudy eyes also became clear and translucent.

In just a few seconds, old Father Abraham seemed to have suddenly become dozens of years younger.

The aura on his body also became stronger and stronger. From the beginning, he was an ordinary old priest, and gradually turned into a transcendent, a disaster-level master, and a man on the verge of legend, as powerful as the Tree of Young Gods. By.

He opened his arms, as if embracing an invisible fate.

His face was full of intoxication and satisfaction, like a gangster who finally stepped out from behind the scenes and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the success of his plan.

Looking at the chess pieces he controlled, struggling with all their might under his arrangements, and when they finally thought they had succeeded and won, they would push the opponent into the darkest abyss, the excitement and pleasure would make him taste the supreme satisfaction.

He was even more obsessed with it than the nun's beautiful body.

Now, the Tree of the Young God has been destroyed, but the seeds are still there.

Gerald, Virgil, Ron, Cecilia...except for Serafina who was not present, all were seriously injured. This was the time for him to pick the fruits of victory.

But Abraham was in no hurry.

He wanted to taste this pleasure more. After all, this opportunity was too rare. It would be a waste not to enjoy it more.

He was not tall, but he had an air of superiority and contempt for the world. Abraham looked down at everyone, like a true preacher:

"You won, but not completely!"

"You think you have defeated the Tree of the Young God and eliminated the disaster in Larnaca, but you don't know that all this is an arrangement of fate."

"You seem to hate me... Oh, don't hate me. Maybe, in your eyes, I am a bad guy, but in fact, in my eyes, you disobedient people are the real villains."

"I hate you rebels the most. Isn't it better to just follow the arrangement of fate? It is a great honor to die quietly under the guidance of fate. But you still keep shouting every day that my fate is in my own hands."

"You think you are resisting fate, but you don't know that you are just a miserable clown."

puff!

This sentence made Ron unable to hold back and laughed out loud.

Who is the clown?

Here comes the third chapter, there will be more later.

Chapter 138 The clown is actually me? (Additional updates for monthly tickets)

Old Father Abraham was enjoying the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

There was no way, he had really suppressed it for too long.

He clearly knows many things, and he is the one who is secretly manipulating everything. Everyone is just a pitiful pawn in his hands. What a great sense of accomplishment this is!

Whenever he thought of everything he had secretly planned, Abraham trembled with excitement.

He wanted to share this excitement and joy with others... He couldn't let others know about his deeds. He always felt that this joy was imperfect and missing something.

However, before the moment of final victory came, no matter how much he longed for it deep down in his heart, he could only suppress it and endure it with all his strength. Every day of patience made this impulse stronger.

And now, the moment has finally arrived.

He could finally announce to everyone what he had done in secret, and finally enjoy the shock, fear, and even despair of others' eyes.

Scream, wail, wail, despair.

Abraham stretched out his arms, hoping to hear the most beautiful music.

But the imagined cheers did not come.

puff!

He heard a mixture of disdain and mocking laughter.

This voice instantly made Abraham's face darken, and his rare good mood was completely destroyed in an instant.

With hazy eyes, he glanced in the direction of Ron. The voice came from Ron's mouth. Among all the disobedient, he was the biggest and most disgusting one.

He clearly received a gift from fate and had the ability to spy on fate, but he was not grateful at all for the gift of fate. On the contrary, he was always against fate.

This guy is the most hateful.

"Why are you laughing?" Abraham's brows knitted together.

Ron took a deep breath and managed to control his laughter: "I'm sorry, although I have received professional training and usually don't laugh, but I just couldn't help it this time."

"You said, we are clowns..."

"What about yourself?"

Abraham raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you think you are the one manipulating everything in secret, but who can guarantee that you are just a clown being manipulated? The difference is that we know what we are doing and why we do it, but you are even more pathetic. You don't even know why you do these things!"

The expression on Abraham's face became more and more strange. He couldn't even understand what Ron said at all, and he didn't understand what Ron wanted to express.

"Who are you?" Ron chuckled and asked again.