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

Along with a flash of white light, a scarlet knife light also slashed over at this time.

Swish!

The dazzling white light was quickly engulfed in scarlet color.

Two things were left on the ground, one was his left leg and the other was his right leg.

The other parts of Anthony's body were finally transferred.

As expected of members of the Andre family, this space transfer scroll seems to be a must-have item, which makes it extremely difficult to kill them completely.

On the other side, after wielding the knife, Cecilia's body suddenly froze, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and her face instantly turned pale.

This is a divine act!

The method is somewhat similar to Ron's Hercules' Asylum, which puts a huge burden on the body. The difference is that Hercules is a long-lost Hercules in this world.

The Lord of Blood and Destruction is the real evil god who still exists.

In this case, the burden on the body was obviously much exaggerated, and Cecilia's delicate body simply could not bear it.

The phantom of the evil god behind him also dissipated.

The blood mist that originally surrounded Cecilia's body disappeared silently.

Blood was oozing out of the corners of Cecilia's mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears. She looked extremely miserable. She resisted the urge to faint and walked step by step to Ron's body.

The little hands stretched out and hugged the master's body.

Her face was pressed tightly against Ron's face. She hugged Ron tightly, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, trying not to cry out.

But her trembling shoulders betrayed all her mood.

She wished her master could pat her on the head like he did before, and then say softly, I have everything.

How she wished she could lie on her master's chest, cry loudly, and vent all the grievances and pain in her heart like before.

How she wished she could rest her head on her master’s shoulder again; those were the nights when she slept most peacefully!

She didn't understand why such a good master had to end up like this?

Could it be that all of this is that damn fate?

She suddenly raised her head, looking at the sky with her scarlet eyes. Was that damn fate still high above, watching the world coldly?

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

Cecilia screamed at the top of her lungs.

A surge of blood rushed to my throat!

The crystal blood beads, like beautiful rubies, scattered in mid-air.

Cecilia was in a trance for a moment, and she fell down holding Ron's body.

A blood bead fell on Ron's heart.

After Ron's heart was sent into Serafina's chest, it searched for Serafina's broken blood vessels and reconnected.

But that's about it.

The heart did not resume beating, and just stayed quietly on Serafina's chest.

However, after a drop of blood fell on the heart, it was quickly absorbed by the heart. Cecilia's blood drop seemed to contain some special power, and the heart slowly began to contract.

Then expand...

shrink!

Expansion!

Slowly, yet steadily.

……

the other side.

Irelia stood there with scarlet eyes. Her eyes became more beautiful, but her pupils were out of focus, like a doll. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and her silence was heartbreaking.

It seems like he has lost his soul.

Unprecedented despair is tormenting Irelia's soul.

Is that an abyss?

An abyss called despair?

Irelia could find that some kind of power seemed to be activated inside her body. Her body began to be filled with powerful magic, and her hair had even spread to her heels.

Before, she might have been excited by the abundant magic power, but now, Irelia only felt ridiculous.

She did not rush to Ron's side and hug her lover like Cecilia did.

No.

She just stood there quietly, and she even felt that she was not worthy of staying by Ron's side like Cecilia.

She worked hard to learn chants, hoping that she could also have special powers and be able to stand by her lover's side and become his helper.

She succeeded, she learned five psalms.

She had previously sought the guidance of the Great Saint Christian. According to the Great Saint, her attainments in chants were already the best in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and neither the Great Saint nor the Vice-Pope could compare to them.

That's right, the Great Saint has only mastered three kinds of chants, and Vice-Pope Apu seems to have mastered two. This is a genius that the Dawn Goddess Church has not seen for a hundred years, or even a thousand years.

She used to be a little proud of these achievements, but when it came to mortal danger, she was shocked to find that the chants she mastered were of no use at all.

What can she do when facing an enemy who is much stronger than her? Even with all five kinds of chants, she is still no match for him.

She wanted to protect Ron, but she couldn't even get close to him.

She couldn't push Ron's body away and withstand the impact for Ron like Serafina did.

She cannot have the powerful destructive power like Cecilia to break through the defense left by the murderer, tear off one of the murderer's arms, and cut off both of the murderer's legs.

She couldn't even help Ron much of the time like Charlene and Lydia.

She was the girl who stayed by Ron's side from the beginning, but in the end, Irelia painfully discovered that she was the most useless one.

The amber eyes disappeared.

The strange scarlet color will remain in Irelia's eyes forever.

For a long time, she raised her head and looked at the sky, the fate of shit.

Her eyes fell on Ron again, and a slight smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.

Wait, Ron.

I will look for a powerful force, I will kill Anthony Andre, I will destroy that damn fate... Then, I will go to accompany you, wait for me.

She took steps towards the ruins in front of the church.

There was the library, half of which had collapsed in the violent impact.

There is no point in learning the Psalms.

What she wants is something else, something more powerful, something that can protect those important to her, something that can directly destroy enemies, something that can directly crush destiny.

Everything in the dilapidated library has collapsed.

Only the wall, and the button on the wall, still existed.

Irelia's bloodline awakened, and she began to possess powerful magic.

However, she chose a path that neither Ron nor fate could have predicted.

Irelia raised her arm and pressed the button without any hesitation.

"dusk……"

A woman's sad and long sigh echoed in Irelia's ears!

At this moment, fate is in chaos!

……

Virgil was the only one left in the empty field.

He stood there blankly, looking like a fool.

Good brother, dead.

Archbishop Gerald, dead.

Father Abraham, dead.

Serafina is dead.

Lydia, Charlene, was motionless.

Cecilia, unconscious.

Irelia, leave!

A gust of wind blew by, and Virgil's body was trembling. He felt a coolness that he didn't know how to describe.

Is it sadness? Is it pain?

It doesn't seem to be the case, it's... suffering.

He looked around with difficulty, but he could see nothing except motionless bodies.

He staggered to the side of Archbishop Gerald, then to the side of Ron. Looking at the pale face held in Cecilia's arms, Virgil grinned.

"You don't want others to know about you and Sister Isaiah, right?"

This is the first sentence that my good brother said to me. Is it the first sentence? I can’t remember clearly.

But, all in all, Virgil deeply appreciated this sentence.

"So, good brother, you are kidding me now, right?"

Virgil muttered to himself, but soon, his face fell, the corners of his eyes began to become sore, and drops of tears slid down his dirty face, leaving traces on his face, turning it into a big clown face.

He was like a little child, sobbing, with funny bubbles coming out of his nostrils.

If the good brother could open his eyes and see him like this, he would definitely use this to threaten himself, right?

He should say something like this:

"Firgil, you don't want others to know that even though you're an adult, you still have a runny nose while soaking in bars?"

He will.

Chapter 5 is here. Today’s update is complete. I wish you all a Happy New Year again!

Chapter 145 The world line changes again (1)

"what!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Virgil was like a wounded hungry wolf, howling and roaring. He clenched his fists and pounded the ground in front of him desperately to vent his torment.

His arm had been broken when he tried to break through the barrier, but Virgil didn't seem to notice.

He had never hated his powerlessness as much as he did now.

If only he could be stronger.

If only he could be smarter...

fraud.

We clearly agreed that we would all die in Larnaca. You died, Seraphina died, so why am I the only one alive?

He seemed to be really just a child, with unstoppable tears and snot all over his face.

His hands were covered with mud, and they were bleeding from the blow.

Until a piece of paper folded into four squares fell from his pocket.

That was... the note Ron left for him.