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

"Take everyone...kill him."

"I will turn all the women around him into puppets in front of him... hehehehe..."

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

Chapter 163 The Power of the Moon God (Additional update for monthly tickets.)

Chapter 163: The Power of the Moon God (Added for monthly tickets.

The men around Mallory turned pale, and goose bumps appeared on their skin as they listened to the voice of their young master.

The dolls made by the young master are very beautiful.

However, only by knowing how the doll was made can we understand how much cruelty is hidden under the beauty.

Dolls are still alive when they are made...

In order to prevent the material from screaming in too much pain when it was produced, which would affect the quality of the final product, Mallory would even pull out the tongue of the material.

Even now, the two dolls behind Mallory still blink occasionally. They are dead, but not completely dead!

Even a demon cannot do such a cruel thing.

The benefits of having a father who is the president are very obvious. Mallory doesn't even need to invite them one by one. Soon a group of members of the Magician Association appeared next to Mallory.

……

[Beep, the system prompts that the infinite death system is activated. 】

Elsa, who had not issued a mission for a long time, sounded in Ron's ears again.

[Mission Description: Your warning to Mallory did not scare him. Mallory, who only has one eye left, has a great hatred for you. He tried to kill you and turn all the girls around you into beautiful dolls... Be careful, his father is the president of the Granville Kingdom Magic Association. You know what this identity means.]

[Mission goal one: Survive, you can escape. The Dusk Continent is wide enough, and there are always places he can't find. 】

[Mission reward: Speed ​​+500! 】

[Mission goal two: counterattack. Kill all the people who want to kill you and you will be safe. 】

[Mission reward: Strength +500, Speed ​​+200, Panic Level Star Upgrade Potion*2! 】

[Mission countdown: 24 hours! 】

Near the tall palace wall, Elsa's voice rang in Ron's ears.

Sure enough, the person who tried to kill him this time was that idiot Mallory... I think so. That guy's character is extremely twisted and proud. How could he stop because of a small warning? That guy would only Get worse.

If nothing else happens, Mallory's people should be surrounding the Brera Hotel now. Ron is really curious and wants to know how crazy Mallory will be if he can't find him in the hotel.

Right next to Ron were Charlene and Lydia.

Lucia sat on his shoulders, holding Ifrit's hand.

He felt more and more like a babysitter... He had originally planned to leave Lucia and Ifrit in the hotel, but Lucia didn't want to be separated from Ron and forced herself to sit on Ron's shoulders. Ifrit also pitifully grabbed Ron's fingers.

He really couldn't stand that look, so Ron could only let it go... Now it seemed that taking them with him was really the right decision, otherwise, he might have fallen into the hands of that guy Mallory.

Mallory is a pervert among lunatics, a lunatic among perverts.

Girls aged thirteen, fourteen or five are at the age when they are young and beautiful, but in Mallory's eyes, they are all material.

He doesn't like living girls, he only likes exquisite motionless dolls.

The process of making dolls can bring Mallory great satisfaction and pleasure, but the emptiness after the end is also unbearable for Mallory, which makes him urgently need to find new excitement and greater pleasure.

A lady from a noble family cannot do anything easily without a certain reason, but a girl from a commoner family doesn't have so many worries.

He continued to sink in this strange whirlpool, and his collection room became filled with more and more exquisite collections.

Until it became as twisted as it is now.

Some nobles with special hobbies would spend a lot of gold coins to buy finished dolls from Mallory. Each doll was worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and Mallory would not refuse such a transaction. On the one hand, it could maintain contact with the nobles, and on the other hand, if he wanted to make more dolls, he would indeed need gold coins to support it.

All in all, the girl who fell into Mallory's hands would end up worse than death.

This bastard actually dares to set his sights on Lucia. If he sees Ifrit, he probably won't let her go, right?

The system seems to give two options, but in Ron's eyes, there is only one path that can really be chosen, and even if it is for more attribute points and the star-raising potion, Mallory must be killed.

Something about Mallory flashed through his mind. Ron didn't take that man to heart for the time being. His eyes once again swept across the high courtyard wall in front of him. This was the rear of the palace. Although it was not in the direction of the main entrance, it was still heavily guarded. .

Every few meters, a heavily armed sentry can be seen.

These sentries were obviously the best soldiers. Even late at night, they did not show any signs of fatigue. Their bodies stood as straight as javelins.

Ron did not rush in rashly. He was not in a hurry. He knew the guards' shift changing times very well and knew where the loopholes were.

But this kind of waiting made Lucia feel a little bored.

Sitting on Ron's shoulder, nodding her little head gently, Lucia would rather lie in the soft quilt and take a good sleep than being blown in the cold wind.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lucia, who felt a little cold, shivered slightly. She raised her little head and looked at the silent night. She seemed to have a vague feeling that things would not end so soon, which made Lucia feel a little suffocated.

Then she slowly looked towards the sky.

A bright moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled down, and the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

The moonlight bathed her body, making Lucia feel a little warm and comfortable.

She was becoming increasingly tired, her eyelids felt extremely heavy, and she felt as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

Lucia slowly raised her right hand and stretched her chubby fingers towards the sky, as if she wanted to grab something... The next moment, the moonlight in the sky was distorted.

It was a difficult to describe picture, as if every ray of moonlight had turned into a thin silk thread, which was twisted and turned, and was controlled by some force, flowing according to indescribable and incomprehensible rules.

Not even Lidya, not even Charlene and Ron could notice this subtle change. Only Ifrit, whose little hand was grabbed by Ron, seemed to notice something and looked up at the seat sitting on the floor. Lucia on En's shoulder had a hint of surprise in her pure white eyes.

Ron noticed Ifrit's expression, followed Ifrit's line of sight, and then noticed Lucia's movements on his shoulder, and then noticed the twisted threads.

The moonlight shrouded each guard's body, and the twisted threads made it unclear what scene the guards' eyes saw.

This seems to be an ability to interfere with the target's vision by manipulating moonlight.

After a brief hesitation, Ron took Ifrit by the hand and Lucia on his shoulders and left their hiding place.

In the surprised eyes of Charlene and Lidya, he appeared on the road in front of a group of guards so grandly. If you just appear near the palace, you will be expelled by the guards at most, and you will not be attacked immediately.

But the strange thing is that even though Ron has walked out of the darkness, all the soldiers are still standing quietly, like straight javelins, without any movement at all, as if they have not noticed Ron's existence at all.

Ron, on the other hand, could clearly see that the light in mid-air was distorted again the moment he stepped out, completely bypassing Ron's body and going behind Ron!

"Humph……"

Lucia glanced at Ifrit, raised her little head proudly, and made a faint snort of contempt from her little nose.

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Lucia glanced at Ifrit condescendingly, her gaze seemed to say, can you do it?

Ifrit rolled her eyes angrily and muttered slightly on her lips: Childish!

Ron understood Lucia's power.

Lucia, the goddess of the moon.

Although her situation is somewhat special, not to mention possessing the power of a god, she is not even as good as an ordinary practitioner. Her body is weak and her combat effectiveness is infinitely close to zero.

However, Lucia still retains some of the authority of the Moon Goddess.

She could manipulate the moonlight at will and let all the light bypass her. Then, in the eyes of the guards in front of her, Ron did not exist at all.

In other words, control the light that enters the eyes of these guards, and project the light reflected from the jungle and weeds further into the eyes of the guards, so that what the guards see in front of them is the dense bushes at all times. .

This power may not seem very strong, but it requires extremely delicate operations. Even the Great Saint Christian cannot achieve this level.

Lidya and Charlene looked a little surprised, looked at each other, and walked out of the grass.

Just like Ron and Ifrit, the guards in front of them were completely unaware of their presence.

It's like they used invisibility... No, this effect is more exaggerated than invisibility.

Moreover, Sharin's invisibility can only be used on herself, and she cannot make others invisible together. Moreover, Sharin does not have the ability to create invisibility magic scrolls.

Taking a deep breath, Ron once again walked forward. As the distance got closer, Ron could even see the small insects buzzing around the eyes of a guard.

However, even though Ron had walked up to the guard, the guard still failed to notice Ron's presence.

This time it was much more convenient. Ron made a gesture to the people behind him, and immediately put his arms around Ifrit's waist. With a tap of his toes, the three figures silently crossed the wall.

Charlene and Lydia followed closely behind.

With the help of moonlight, Ron judged the direction and then rushed to the right.

The soles of his feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Gradually, some resentment can be felt in the air.

Faintly, one could even hear bursts of sharp wails and screams filled with despair in one's ears.

Most of the voices were women's, mixed with some babies' cries. The sharp cries made the atmosphere of the area even more eerie.

The distorted syllables began to echo in the ears of Lidya and Charlene, and the voices became louder and crazier. Even though Lidya was an undead witch, a layer of small pimples appeared on her skin. .

How many people died in this place?

This place is the palace of Granville. Who would have thought that there is such a spooky place in the palace?

Not to mention it is a palace, even if it is said to be a mass grave, no one would doubt it.

Lidya finally understood why there was not a single patrolling guard here... Let alone an ordinary soldier, even a good practitioner would definitely have his consciousness and soul destroyed if he stayed in this place for a long time. Eroded, polluted, and finally gone crazy.

The resentment here is so strong that one can imagine that these people must have endured extremely terrible torture before they died.

Lydia finally understood why Ron brought her to such a place. This kind of wreckage filled with strong resentment was the best material for making undead summons.

The speed of several people increased again.

Just in front of Ron, a branch sprouted from a big tree.

Ron's speed did not slow down and he lowered his head habitually.

Lucia, who was looking down at Ifrit in a smug manner, did not notice that the branch was getting closer and closer to her head.

boom.

Hit.

The small body turned over in mid-air and fell upside down to the ground.

Half of his head was buried in the soft fallen leaves, just like when he was in the hotel before, and his pair of short legs kept looking around in the air.

Ron's lips were trembling. How many times had this happened? Ron couldn't remember clearly, so he said that the position on his shoulder was very dangerous. Unfortunately, Lucia didn't believe it.

Under the crooked mask, Lucia pouted and looked like she was about to cry.

Ron quickly knelt down and held Lucia in his arms: "Be good, be good...don't cry, don't cry, I'll be more careful next time..."

The little girl didn't cry after all, but she still puffed up her cheeks and looked unhappy, and her chubby little hands kept rubbing her forehead.

"Hahahaha……"

As soon as Ron coaxed Lucia, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, a ethereal voice slowly sounded in his ears.

"Giggle cluck..."

The weird sound, coupled with the gloomy atmosphere around him, made Ron feel as if he had been transported to the set of a horror movie in an instant.

Looking forward, I saw a thin white mist floating in the woods in front of me, making everything hazy and shadowy. Even the moonlight in the sky became fragmented.

An unbearable stench began to fill the air.

Lucia and Ifrit covered their mouths and noses almost at the same time. These two little girls couldn't accept this smell the most.

Ron, Charlene, and Lydia looked forward, and saw a woman lying at the foot of a big tree in front of them. The woman's face was a little pale, and there was a deep but very rough crack on her abdomen. It seemed that her internal organs had been hollowed out.