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

Damn, are these soldiers crazy? Don't they have any loyalty as soldiers? A bunch of shameless bitches.

The more Antoine thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his speed increased again.

If I can reach an agreement with the church, I still have a chance to make a comeback.

As long as the Dawn Goddess Church is willing to fully support itself, it will be completely fine even if the Dawn Goddess Church is allowed to preach at will within the kingdom in the future. He is even willing to rule the country together with the Dawn Goddess Church, as long as he can keep his throne.

To achieve this level of covenant, marriage has always been a good way.

In fact, in Antoine's mind, Saint Christian should be regarded as the most suitable marriage partner.

First of all, the status of the great saint is respected enough to represent at least half of the church.

Secondly, the Great Saint is powerful enough and can also be used to contain Arianna.

However, the great saint is the wife of the vice-pope.

And he happened to not like wives, nor did he like women older than him... This was Antoine's psychological shadow. This shadow came from his affair with a marquise when he was sixteen. He saw the terror of mature women. !

Excluding the Great Saint Christian, the White Saint Irelia seems to be the best choice.

This White Saint is a being who has suddenly emerged in the Church of the Dawn Goddess in recent times. It is said that she was originally just a village girl living in a small remote rural place like Larnaca City.

Larnaca was also the first city to be attacked by black beasts and young gods.

Just a month ago, a beast plague broke out in the city next to Larnaca. Sister Irelia, a companion and another female knight led a group of people to provide support.

In that war, Sister Irelia killed more than three hundred black beasts with her own hands.

Because of her long silver hair, she was called the White Saint by those believers.

The companions around Irelia also got the name of a bloody nun because of their long bright red hair. It is said that this bloody nun was even more cruel, and every black beast was chopped into meat paste.

Really, it’s so devoid of the decency of the upper class.

This kind of dirty work should be left to my subordinates.

It is said that the three women even joined forces to kill a young god and solve the disaster in the city next door.

The Great Saint Christian seems to be consciously trying to establish a new image in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and is preparing to let Irelia serve as the long-vacant Saint.

Once Irelia becomes a true saint, the name of the White Saint will be worthy of her name.

In fact, Antoine doesn't think much of women from small rural areas. They are vulgar and do not understand etiquette. It even makes Antoine feel unseemly to let such women become his princes and concubines.

But, for the sake of the throne, I endured it.

Bah, bah, bah...

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Antoine had entered the church. At this moment, a figure happened to walk out of the church.

The long silver-white hair, shining with a hazy and dreamy beauty under the sunlight.

The pure white nun's robe highlights her well-proportioned figure.

The scarlet eyes, like pure gems, reveal an enchanting beauty.

And that otherworldly, dreamlike, pretty face.

Silver hair and red eyes?

Is this the White Saint?

In an instant, Antoine's heart moved.

Such a beautiful woman, even compared to her younger sister Dolores, can't stand a chance.

I never expected that there would be such a beautiful woman in that remote countryside.

I originally felt that a village girl from the countryside, even if she had the status of a saint, was not worthy of my noble bloodline. But now, Antoine feels that... it is not unacceptable for him to marry such a woman as a prince and concubine.

After all, etiquette and temperament can be cultivated slowly, but that face is something you are born with... you cannot cultivate it the day after tomorrow.

He showed what he thought was the most gentlemanly smile on his face, puffed out his chest, and walked quickly towards Irelia.

With one arm across his chest, he made a standard gentleman's courtesy. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to grab Irelia's white and tender little hand and kiss her hand:

"Oh, beautiful lady, your..."

Swish!

Before Antoine's fingers touched Irelia's fingertips, a flash of scarlet suddenly flashed across her face.

Antoine's body instantly froze in place, feeling goosebumps all over his body, and an unbearable chill swept through his body.

On the tip of the middle finger of his outstretched right hand, a nail has fallen to the ground.

Dozens of guards nearby didn't even have time to react.

Just a little, just a little, his hand was gone.

"Don't touch her..."

Along with the indifferent voice, a tall figure emerged beside him. His long scarlet hair seemed to emit a bloody smell, and in his hand was a scarlet long knife that seemed to be covered in blood.

"No one can touch her except sir."

The panic gradually subsided.

Instead there was anger, and humiliation.

He was the eldest prince of Granville, and this was the first time someone dared to be so rude to him.

And, sir?

What the hell sir?

Could it be that the mysterious gentleman has already touched the White Saint? Sir, you can touch it, but you can’t?

When he thought of this, Antoine suddenly became more irritable.

However, he had great patience. He straightened his back and waved his hand to stop the guards who wanted to come forward. He smiled gently and gentlemanly, "Ladies, I am sorry for being rude."

He stared at Irelia quietly: "You are the White Saint, Miss Irelia, right?"

"I am Antoine Holt, Grand Prince of Granville."

"Although it may be a bit presumptuous, I still want to say that I fell in love with you deeply the first time I saw you. Marry me..."

He believed that no matter who that bullshit gentleman was, when he revealed his identity as the eldest prince, the other party had already lost.

Irelia, who looked cold, finally raised her eyebrows: "Are you the eldest prince, Antoine?"

"Yes, it's me." Antoine puffed up his chest and looked proud.

As expected, everyone would be shocked by this identity, and the White Saint was no exception.

"That's it. Can you please get out of here? You're blocking my way..."

Swish!

The pride on Antoine's face instantly turned stiff, and his lips were twitching. He didn't expect to receive such a response after revealing his identity.

Antoine stared at the two nuns' backs as they left, his face gloomy: "You are so ungrateful."

"Keep an eye on them, and find out who the gentleman they are talking about is."

"Huh, stupid... You can't make the decision on your marriage yourself."

With a cold snort, Antoine continued walking towards the church.

……

Ron rubbed his nose, which felt itchy, as if someone had been speaking ill of him behind his back.

This maze is very long.

And, extremely confusing.

Even though Ron knew the route of the maze very well, he almost got lost several times.

When he saw a door, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, we're finally here."

"Behind the door is the source of the plague, the monster we want to deal with this time."

"When we open the door, we will immediately be attacked by the other party. Although I am a professional priest, there is no doubt about this, but there may be situations where I am too busy to take care of everyone, so I am prepared to recover my physical strength. Potions and healing magic scrolls are also ready."

Everyone who was still a little relaxed suddenly tightened their bodies, and they were no longer slacking off. Lidya waved her hand, and a bone dragon, thirteen evil spirits, and thirteen necromancers appeared beside them.

Ron also summoned a bone dragon.

Then he began to chant a strange and eerie spell.

Gatekeeper of Hell - the three-headed dog!

Accompanied by a strange and gloomy roar, the three-headed hellhound with black flames burning all over its body was summoned out by Ron in advance.

Ron's face suddenly turned pale, and the sudden emptiness caused a slight tingling sensation in his brain.

Although Ron's mental attributes were not low due to various tasks, the consumption of sub-forbidden spell level magic still drained Ron dry in an instant.

He drank a bottle of magic recovery potion, and the pain in his mind gradually improved.

The war song was used again.

Now, all he did was to improve his strength. Only by becoming stronger, very stronger, would he not be threatened by fate, and he could appear in front of Irelia, Cecilia and Seraphina and tell them, I am still alive.

Only then can he live quietly in this world.

From beginning to end, Ron only had this small wish.

Then, slowly push the door open.

Chapter 4 is presented.

Chapter 189 The Repairman Changes the World Line Again (5)

As soon as he took a step out of the door, a layer of gray-black mist was already floating from the front.

The enemy has not seen it yet, but the attack is already coming.

"Be careful, this is a virus released by the Plague Source, hold your breath." Although he had explained the Plague Source's fighting methods to everyone in detail before, he still couldn't help but remind them.

However, just as he was talking, he involuntarily took in a few breaths of air. Ron suddenly felt dizzy and his body temperature even began to rise.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and poured a bottle of magic potion into it. While restoring his strength, he applied a healing spell on himself. The dizziness in his head gradually disappeared, and even the elevated body temperature quickly began to stabilize. .

At the same time, Ron looked forward.

In front of him was a hall.

The hall was quite empty, with only beds placed on both sides, and on the beds were bodies wrapped in dirty white cloth.

Some bodies were covered in scarlet, with a huge gash in their abdomens, their internal organs already dug out; some heads were cut off, but their necks were clearly marked with traces of rough stitching; some bodies were very uncoordinated, with obvious traces of splicing on their limbs; some were even worse, with pus all over their bodies, and the white cloth on their bodies had been soaked with thick water, sticky and yellow, looking extremely disgusting...

What's worse is that although these bodies look very miserable, they are not dead yet.

Faintly, one could hear eerie, suppressed, painful moans, and see the bodies twitching constantly.

The existences on the hospital bed are all materials used by the Plague Source for experiments, and none of these materials are from the Twilight Tribe, either humans or elves. There are also a few orcs, which are considered to be the most terrifying ones in the game. One of the maps.

Directly behind the hall was a row of neatly arranged wooden shelves, on which were placed densely packed bottles and jars, I don't know how many hundreds of bottles there were.

In the middle of the hall is the target to be solved this time, the source of the plague.

It was a tall being of the Dusk tribe. His body was also wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages, making him look like a mummy. The only difference was that his hands had ten nails as sharp as knives.

Among the nine BOSSes in the Dusk Temple, the difficulty of the Source of Plague is considered to be at a medium level.

This guy's direct destructive power is not very strong. All his attack methods are plagues, infectious diseases and the like, which can make the opponent suffer from disease in a short period of time. His own attack, defense, speed, They will be greatly affected, and at the same time they will continue to lose blood. In short, they are the kind of existence that will exhaust the priest to death.

After the battle reaches a certain level, this guy will wake up the experimental subjects lying on the beds around him.

In comparison, the direct attack power of these experimental subjects is even higher than the source of the plague.

Ron's eyes swept over the monster in front of him, and his mind moved. Immediately, a roar filled with endless resentment and hatred came from behind him. The huge bone dragon spread its wings and flew out of the door... This was the door that allowed the Dusk Clan to enter and exit freely. It was high enough and wide enough.

Seeing the bone dragon appear, the Source of Plague opened his mouth wrapped in bandages, and a gray-black mark immediately appeared on the bandages. Then, a ball of black mist flew towards the bone dragon and instantly surrounded it.

But this time, the source of the plague miscalculated.

No matter how powerful his virus is, it is of no use to the Bone Dragon, which is no longer alive and only has its skeleton left.