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

Abraham straightened his chest and said, "I am Patrich Andre, I am a saint, I am the guardian of destiny..."

Ron interrupted Abraham rudely: "You are a piece of shit..."

The promotional speech was forcibly interrupted, and Abraham's face flushed instantly. He glared at Ron. This guy was really rude.

Therefore, the moment he entered the Church of the Dawn Goddess, he hated this guy very much.

Not far away, Gerald, Lidya and others' expressions changed obviously.

Partridge?

"Do you think you are Partridge?" Ron completely ignored Abraham's angry eyes, and the disdain on his face became even stronger: "Then do you know why Partridge changed his last name from Abraham to Andre?"

Ron asked this completely casually.

It would be best if we could get the answer from Abraham, but it doesn't matter if we don't get it.

But what Ron didn't expect was that the expression on Abraham's face suddenly froze. He only knew that his name recorded in history books was Patrick Andre, and Abraham was just his original surname and also his pseudonym.

He accepted this as a matter of course and did not raise any doubts about the situation.

It wasn't until Ron asked this question that Abraham was suddenly stunned. Yes, why? What happened that made him change his name from Partridge Abraham to Partridge Andre?

Why is there such a small difference? Why is there no memory at all in his heart?

He suddenly discovered that in his mind, those ancient memories were like a thick history book, which recorded what happened on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year and what he had done, but he had no idea why these things happened or why he did these things.

His throat moved subconsciously and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His brain was buzzing and he felt a spine-tingling feeling of fear.

What made Abraham feel the most chilling was that in the past hundred years, he had never had the slightest doubt about this situation... It was as if there was some kind of force restricting him from thinking this way... No, that's not the case. , in fact, he should have had doubts about this weird memory. When Ron asked this question, he felt a very strong sense of familiarity. Obviously, this question should have been in his mind more than once. appeared.

However, for some unknown reason, he did not think too deeply about this issue, causing him to subconsciously avoid it.

It was precisely because Abraham had doubts in this regard that Ron's words were more likely to irritate him.

Suspicion, without getting an answer, cannot be completely eradicated, buried and avoided. It can only turn the suspicion into a suppressed spring. When the suppression force disappears, it will bounce to unprecedented heights... Ron's Questions happen to push the pressure away.

Just like now, Abraham's consciousness was instantly confused. All kinds of thoughts kept growing in his mind. He wanted to know the answers to many questions.

He wants to know why he hates nuns so much?

Why are there so many people similar to him in Larnaca City?

Why do I hate Archibald so much?

Seeing Abraham's appearance, Ron's expression became more and more weird. Although his body had suffered a very strong impact, coupled with the overdraft caused by Hercules' protection, he could not recover in a short time, but Ron still struggled to stand up from the ground.

He gasped for breath, then looked at Abraham again: "How much of the ancient characters invented by Partridge do you know?"

"How many do you know of the twenty-six letters of Chinese Pinyin?"

Abraham's eyes widened subconsciously, and he felt a little inexplicable fear: "Hanyu Pinyin? What is that?"

The smile on Ron's face became more mocking: "Why, don't you even know this? Back then, Partridge obtained ancient characters and Chinese Pinyin from Archibald, two languages ​​that had never appeared in the Twilight Continent. Text...even I know the Chinese Pinyin, but you claim to be Partridge, but you don’t even know it?”

"Don't you know that all the notes left by Partridge were written in Chinese Pinyin?"

Everyone around was completely confused.

One after another, extremely secret information came out of Ron's mouth, constantly challenging their endurance limit.

Not to mention other people, even Virgil, who already knew some of the situation, felt creepy.

Abraham, the kind-hearted and most senior priest of the Morol Cathedral, is actually the mastermind behind all disasters? Father Abraham is actually a saint who died thousands of years ago? He is even prepared to destroy the entire Larnaca, just to follow the path of destiny?

And now, Ron has directly exposed that the real inventor of the ancient writing invented by the sage Partridge is the blasphemer Archibald?

He even invented two sets of texts?

Crazy, the world has gone completely crazy.

There is too much information for people to accept.

Charlene was probably the only one in the entire scene, who was heartless.

To be honest, Charlene really has no interest at all in what happened thousands of years ago.

Abraham's originally proud and excited face gradually turned pale, and his cheerful posture could no longer be maintained. His eyes were flashing and his lips were trembling: "No, this... this is impossible, you are talking nonsense, I... "

"nonsense?"

Ron suddenly sneered and interrupted Abraham's voice: "Don't you wonder why there are so many old men similar to you in Larnaca alone?"

"Did you kill Earl John? Did you also kill the old man in the potion shop? Did you also kill the five old men in the hotel?"

Abraham's eyes suddenly shrank and his throat became a little dry.

"I think you should already have a very reasonable explanation in your heart. Let me guess... For example, those old men are not actually human beings, or in other words, they are not complete human beings. You just use your own Soul or consciousness, a created clone?”

"When you kill and absorb these clones, your strength will become stronger and your body will become younger, right?"

Abraham's body began to tremble, and it was obvious that what Ron said hit the point.

"Then how do you know if the other old men have the same idea? Perhaps, in their hearts, you are the clone?"

"Of course, it's possible... I mean it's possible, that all of you are clones... No, not even clones, you are just puppets made by a certain existence that are so lifelike that they are almost indistinguishable from real people? "

"Don't you understand yet... you think you are Partridge, but you are not even a human being. You are just a puppet played by Partridge in the palm of his hand."

"Shut up!" Abraham was suddenly furious. He was like a mad lion, roaring wildly and manically: "Don't try to lie to me... I'm Partridge, but because it's been so long, I've forgotten some things..."

Ron laughed again: "Okay, I'll just pretend that you just forgot... But don't you find it strange? You are a sage. In the past, even the Dragon King had to treat you with courtesy, but now, You absorbed sixty or seventy clones, how much strength have you restored?"

"The clone of Larnaca should have been absorbed by you a long time ago. Do you have the strength to restore the saint? Your current strength is just a joke."

He took out a plastic-sealed diary from the storage ring and threw it to Abraham: "This is Partridge's diary. Can you tell me what is written in it?"

Patridge subconsciously took the diary and looked at the distorted words on it. His pupils trembled violently.

"All the memories you have, all the knowledge you have, and everything you want to do, do not come from your heart. They are all just programs set for you by Partridge."

"You are the most pathetic clown."

clown?

I'm the clown myself?

Haha...hahaha...

Abraham suddenly laughed like a lunatic, and he crossed his hands and tore Patridge's notes into pieces.

He tried very hard to regain his self-confidence, but it was not easy to pick up the collapsed faith.

He wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but his twisted face had already clearly shown the fear in his heart. He opened his legs and walked towards Ron:

"call……"

"He is really a cunning and insidious guy. I was almost deceived by you... I am Partridge, yes, I am the sage, and I am the being who protects destiny."

"I can't be fooled by your few words. It's better to kill you first..."

The aura on Abraham's body continued to expand with every step he took. Although Ron described Father Abraham as very unbearable, in any case, this was an existence that was not inferior to the Young God Tree.

It was so difficult to defeat the Young God Tree just now. Now everyone is seriously injured, and the magic power lost in the body has not had time to recover.

A seriously injured Ron could never be his opponent.

Some people struggled to their feet and tried to help.

But Ron and Virgil were the only ones whose expressions remained indifferent, as if they didn't take Father Abraham seriously at all.

A glass bottle appeared quietly in Ron's hand.

Lost soul!

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

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Seeing Father Abraham approaching step by step, Ron exhaled lightly and silently opened the mouth of the glass bottle with his fingers.

In the bottle, some airflow like white mist dispersed silently.

These airflows quickly merged into the air, and no color could be discerned anymore. Even the smell in the air did not change at all.

This thing is also very popular in the game.

Yes, this is a magic potion formula that can only be unlocked with krypton gold.

The materials are very common. The only trouble is that the refining process is very complicated. In the game, you don't need to operate manually. Just click and click at the right time. If you are not careful, you will fail. After all, this thing takes a long time. You need to click buttons, input magic power, and add materials many times.

That is to say, an excellent witch like Lidya is very accomplished in refining magic potions, so she can refine three sets.

The main objects of use are NPCs in the game that are not easy to defeat. Some NPCs are very difficult for you to defeat directly, but it is relatively easy to invite them to have a drink, and then smell another scent, and you can gradually start. Make an impact.

Her magic would wear off quickly.

The body will become limp and weak.

Then you take the opportunity to hold the other party's hand and voluntarily stamp your fingerprint on the high-level contract document. Congratulations, the strategy is successful.

That's right, this thing is used in conjunction with advanced contract documents, and the effect is not ordinary.

Of course, Ron had no intention of wasting the precious krypton gold item advanced contract document on Abraham. He just looked at the priest opposite quietly, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

That look made Abraham even angrier.

He didn't understand, why was this guy still acting like this when he was already on the verge of death?

Doesn't it mean that he is not afraid of death?

If you weren't afraid of death, why bother struggling with your destiny?

There was even an inexplicable surge of intense uneasiness in his heart. This feeling made his hair stand on end and made Abraham determined to kill Ron as soon as possible.

Only by killing this damn bastard sooner would that furry feeling in his body dissipate.

Abraham raised his hand, preparing a Judgment Hammer, and sent Ron directly to hell... With advanced magic, it would be no problem to hammer a seriously injured Ron to death.

However, the moment he raised his hand, Abraham suddenly froze. He was shocked to find that the magic power in his body was draining away at an extremely fast speed.

His body became increasingly weak.

His face became more terrified than ever before, and he pointed at Ron with a trembling finger: "You, what did you do to me?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have aged several years... His face and brows, which had long been relaxed, had wrinkles again.

And these wrinkles are still increasing and spreading rapidly. In just a short moment, the entire face is already crisscrossed with deep ravines.

It was as if decades of time were taken away in an instant. In just a few seconds, he returned to his original age... No, he was older than before.

His body became more stooped, and his waist was bent at almost ninety degrees.

He couldn't even stand firmly. His rotten and weak legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground when his body tilted.

Ron threw the glass bottle in front of Abraham: "So, you are a clown. We already know that you killed those old people. You may be manipulating everything behind the scenes. How could I not have any tricks left?"

Abraham still tried to struggle.

However, his condition was worse than Ron had imagined.

In Ron's memory, the effect of Soul Dispersion is only to destabilize the soul and make the magic power disappear. Simply put, it has similar functions to the Toh Xiang Ruanjin Powder.

But Abraham's situation was obviously more than just that. It seemed like something was about to happen that made him extremely scared, and his body began to tremble desperately.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that just under Abraham's skin, a bulge in the shape of a human face kept emerging, as if something was about to come out from under that layer of skin.

It's those souls.

Ron understood immediately.

Abraham killed more than seventy old people. He thought these people were his clones. He drew their power and absorbed their souls.

If he were his true form, he might actually be able to succeed, but it's obvious that he is not.

He might be able to integrate the magic power into his body, but he would never be able to truly absorb those souls. Abraham simply treated his body as a cage, forcibly restraining those souls within his skin, relying on his own powerful strength and soul suppression.

But now, the scattered souls have been absorbed.

His magic faded.

His soul was unstable.