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

boom!

All the magic power was gathered in Gerald's abdomen.

The surge of magic power caused a strong impact.

Faintly, a crunching sound could be heard coming from Gerald's stomach.

The holy relic that carried all the dust and all the spores emitted by the Tree of Young God... was broken!

Chapter 3 is here, and there will be an extra update today!

Chapter 143 Bloody Nun (4)

The holy relic that carried all the spores of the Tree of Young Gods could not withstand the surge of all Gerald's magic power, and shattered in the Archbishop's belly.

Anthony naturally heard the crunching sound.

His body was shaking.

Of course, he knew very well what this crisp sound meant, and he knew even more clearly what kind of changes this crisp sound would cause. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and his breathing became very rapid, almost panting like crazy.

"Ahhhhhhh..." A few seconds later, Anthony howled like a madman.

In fact, Anthony looks like a madman now.

He grabbed his hair with both hands desperately, so hard that one could even faintly hear the crackling sound. Strands of hair broke off and scattered on the ground through his fingers.

His head, which had not much hair to begin with, now looked as if he was bald.

His face was completely twisted into a ball, and he knew that his glorious and great mission could not be completed.

This might be the inheritance of Andre's family. Even these relatively normal people, while maintaining the dignity and elegance of their ancient bloodline, are also paranoid and crazy.

Seeing Anthony's appearance, Gerald finally showed a smile on his face, which was wrinkled and looked a little funny.

Gerald knew very well that he was no match for Anthony.

Even if he tried all his means and risked his life, it wouldn't work.

Maybe he will be miserable, but this is the only way he can think of to save Larnaca City.

He was very curious, what would Anthony do next to destroy Larnaca? Kill them one by one? How long can he kill 700,000 to 800,000 people?

Gerald's brows furrowed, and he could feel something in his stomach becoming active.

The feeling was really uncomfortable. For a moment, it felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing my intestines.

The belly is turning.

Gerald spit out a mouthful of blood... No, that might be mucus, black.

He could feel the stench of decay in the air he exhaled.

His face felt a little itchy, and Gerald raised his hand to scratch it subconsciously.

With a snap, he grabbed off a piece of wrinkled skin.

"It's really bad."

Gerald muttered softly, his open mouth revealing his white teeth and gums covered with scarlet mucus.

Something terrible was constantly coming out of his mouth.

The hand was also a little itchy. When Gerald looked down, he was surprised to find that the skin on the back of the originally wrinkled hand had spread out little by little, as if he were a young man without any wrinkles.

Of course, this is not that he has rejuvenated, it is simply that his body has fallen into some weird bloating.

The air he exhaled began to turn into a sticky black cloud that surrounded his body. There seemed to be countless tiny insects in the black cloud... He didn't know if it was real or just his illusion, but he always felt like he could hear all kinds of buzzing sounds in his ears.

Raised blisters appeared on the back of the hand, like bunches of grapes... Damn, that looks really bad. I will probably feel sick when I see grapes in the future, and I won't be able to eat them anymore. ?

Even the eyes, even the nostrils, even the throat...

Even the heart.

He could no longer breathe normally.

With a slight sigh, Gerald closed his eyes and fell backwards.

boom!

A large number of blisters were crushed, and there was light yellow filth on the holy robe.

"Asshole, bastard, bastard..."

"Old thing..."

"You would rather endure such pain than cause me so much trouble." Anthony cursed in a low voice.

call!

Anthony took a deep breath.

He vividly demonstrated the paranoia and madness inherited from the Andre family.

The previous second he was cursing Gerald like a madman.

He returned to normal in the next second. If it weren't for the messy and sparse hair and the exposed top of his head, he would still have the demeanor of an elderly gentleman.

He took a look at Gerald's body. To be honest, he admired Gerald.

This archbishop, in the shortest time, thought of a way that would cause him the most trouble, and it was also the way that caused him the most pain.

Neptune's gift was shattered, and all the spores inside escaped from Gerald's body.

Then, Gerald's body will naturally become a host for these spores. The number is impossible to calculate, just like the number of sands in the Ganges. His body will turn into thick water in a short time.

Such an old body cannot last long enough for those spores to be absorbed.

Due to lack of nutrients, the spores that have been activated and started to grow will quickly become exhausted and then die.

That was Gerald's plan.

The execution was also quite smooth.

But, that’s where it ends.

Gerald missed one thing, that is, Anthony does not need all the spores to survive.

As long as a small part is enough, as long as a few young gods can be cultivated, it will be enough to destroy Larnaca City.

It is impossible for Anthony to save all the spores, but it is still no problem to save a few... Just collect a few spores and transfer these spores to new receptors.

Of course, Anthony himself will not do this receptor.

He is the guardian of destiny.

But the nun next to her, Cecilia, was good...after all, she was going to die.

Playing a little role before dying can be regarded as making a small contribution to destiny, and it can be regarded as atonement.

Anthony thought so, then took a step and walked towards Gerald's body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

At this moment, Anthony suddenly heard a scream, the sound was extremely harsh.

Is she the next target to be killed, Cecilia?

Is she afraid because she feels death?

hum!

The next moment, a strange sound suddenly came from Anthony's ears.

His expression suddenly changed, and driven by pure instinct, he forcibly moved sideways.

laugh.

Immediately afterwards, Anthony saw a bright red light in front of his eyes.

The barrier he had originally used to prevent others from approaching had been split apart by the knife light at some point, and was shattering into pieces like glass that had been hit hard.

The light of the sword whizzed past his side.

Almost touching his face.

That bright red light was clearly the blood flying out of his face.

An arm rolled in the air and then fell heavily to the ground. The moment it hit the ground, the arm had become dry and all the blood inside had been drained.

Anthony felt as if his body had shrunk in an instant. In an instant, one-third of his blood volume had been robbed of him.

After taking several steps back, Anthony stopped.

His lips kept twitching and he could feel waves of burning pain on his face.

The skin on the left side of his face was shaved off, even exposing the white bones inside.

Anthony turned his head slightly and saw that his left arm was split diagonally from the shoulder. Because too much blood was drawn out in an instant, there was not even any blood gushing out of the wound.

The moment of weakness made Anthony stagger at his feet.

His throat moved, and Anthony's slightly dazed consciousness returned to normal.

He turned around and saw only the nun behind him. Cecilia had completely changed into another person.

Her hair turned scarlet, as if it had just been soaked in blood. Her eyes also turned blood-red. At the corners of her eyes, two scarlet bloodstains rolled down her pale cheeks.

Monster.

As strange as a monster.

At this moment, Cecilia truly transforms into the Bloody Nun.

A more powerful Bloody Nun than in the game.

In her eyes, there was only extreme hatred and madness.

Around her body, blood mist was wriggling as if boiling, and behind her, a huge figure appeared out of nowhere.

The figure was like a mountain, its limbs were like stone pillars, and on its head were two curved horns. In its strong arms, it tightly grasped a huge battle axe.

Savage, violent, crazy, bloodthirsty...

In that shadow, Anthony could not feel any existence that could be called goodwill. It seemed to be the embodiment of all the killing and violence in the world.

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Chapter 144 Irelia’s choice (please vote for me)

Anthony's body began to tremble, and unspeakable fear enveloped his whole body in an instant. His expression, which had not changed much even if his arm was cut off or his face was torn open, became distorted at this moment.

He felt more terrified than ever before.

The moment he saw the huge shadow, Anthony already understood that it was an existence that he could not defeat no matter what.

That is an existence that should not appear in this world at all.

That's...the evil god!

This bloody nun can actually attract the favor of the evil god?

Damn it, what happened to this world?

Why did this scene not appear in the future he glimpsed? What exactly was the problem?

His face was extremely distorted.

Even his body was shaking madly.

At this moment, Cecilia, who was not far away, still had that extremely cold and pretty face, and her arms slowly raised again.

A scarlet weapon over a foot long, like a kitchen knife, a fruit knife, or a machete, was slowly raised.

In an instant, Anthony's scalp was about to explode.

He is the guardian of fate, he cannot die here.

Anthony could no longer bear the fear of dying. A magic scroll suddenly appeared in his palm and opened instantly.