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

The magic box was previously agitated and roaring, making Christian feel like his soul was about to be shattered into pieces.

Taking a deep breath, Christian suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Sir, the evil god is suppressed in the box."

The corner of Ron's mouth curled up into a slightly mocking smile.

Haha, evil god?

Chapter 299 How many years is a Kun year? (5)

Haha, evil god?

What a bullshit evil god.

The one being suppressed here is his predecessor, his fellow villager, and Zhou Yang's head.

Ron's fingers couldn't help but clenched tightly. Not only did he kill him, but he actually had to divide the body into seven parts and suppress them in the headquarters of the seven orthodox religions, where he would never be reincarnated?

Senior Archibald, is this the same ending?

If my strength reaches a certain level, will I have to face such a result?

Ron didn't know Zhou Yang, and he had never met or spoken to Zhou Yang at all. Apart from being a fellow countryman, there was no other relationship between them.

But even so, Ron still felt as if there was a fire in his chest that he couldn't vent and felt uncomfortable from the repression.

Ron walked towards the huge magic box step by step.

"Sir, be careful of the evil god's contamination..." Christian's slightly worried voice came from behind.

"The evil god..." Ron pursed his lips. After a few seconds passed, he took a deep breath and said, "Christian, do you know what is stored in the magic box?"

"Isn't he the evil god?" Christian didn't know why Ron asked such a question that tested his IQ. She had said the word "evil god" more than once before.

"No, the person imprisoned inside is a person..."

Christian's eyes behind Ron suddenly shrank, and it was obvious that a wave of waves arose in her heart at this moment.

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn has been passed down for thousands of years, and everyone knows that the evil god is suppressed there, but now Ron actually said that there is a person inside.

Ron didn't care about Christian's shock. He still stared at the magic box in front of him, as if talking to himself, or as if telling Christian: "A very strong person, so strong that the gods are helpless..."

"To be precise, it's this person's head."

I don't know if it was because of Ron's slightly depressed tone, but Christian felt goosebumps all over his body.

The shock deep in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. A person who can be so powerful that the gods can restrain their hands? Is there really such a powerful being in this world?

And here, there is actually just a head?

Then the other parts of his body...could it be said that they are seals from other churches?

The clever Christian easily figured this out. He couldn't imagine how powerful this being was that he deserved such careful treatment.

"Who is it?"

"Archibald the Blasphemer?"

"Sage Partridge?"

Christian said this subconsciously. These were the only beings she could think of who had surpassed the limits of humanity. But soon, she shook her head. No, the time didn't match.

Both of them existed thousands of years ago, and this magic box appeared when the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was founded.

"No, it's not them, it's an earlier existence, that is... the last Twilight King. He eliminated the status of slaves of humans, elves, orcs, and dragons, and promoted the development of the world. Intelligent life on the Twilight Continent Under his command, the Dusk Continent reached unprecedented prosperity. At that time, the number of dragons exceeded one hundred thousand, and the number of humans exceeded two hundred million..."

Ron murmured, and Christian listened quietly, the shock in his heart becoming stronger and stronger. Why was this different from the history he had read? Wasn't the last Twilight King a cruel, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, murderous tyrant who fed on babies?

Is there something wrong with Ron's description, or is there something wrong with the history she accepted?

Christian swallowed silently: "If that's the case, why is he still being surrounded and suppressed by all major races?"

Ron sneered: "All the major races? In fact, among the major races at that time, there were far more supporters of the last Twilight King than those who rebelled... If it hadn't been for the fate of the gods, the Twilight Dynasty would have had no one in its position. It can shake.”

"Then, why is there still rebellion, and why is he still dead?"

"Because this rebellion was an arrangement of fate, and he was destined to die at that moment."

Ron spoke slowly, his tone heavy and suppressed. After a long while, he slowly turned around and looked at Christian: "Will you continue to try to break free from the shackles on your body?"

Christian was stunned for a moment and realized that the shackles in Ron's mouth were the presence she felt that afternoon. It was quite appropriate: "Yes!"

"Then, congratulations. When you cut off the shackles, you may receive the same treatment."

Her face suddenly turned pale.

Indescribable fear made Christian's body tremble: "Could it be that it was because he cut off those shackles that he..."

"No, it's because I don't want a second him to appear, so those shackles appear!"

Ron shook his head, corrected the error in Christian's words, and then raised his head to the sky, although he could only see dark stones and soil above his head: "Some existences do not want the Twilight Continent to appear too powerful. existence, so He used those shackles to block the potential of all creatures in the Twilight Continent... The legendary nine stars are the limit we can reach."

"So far, in the past eight thousand years, there are only two people who can break through this limit, the blasphemer and the sage."

Ron originally didn't plan to tell Christian so much, but as Christian's fate was gradually rewritten, he would be targeted sooner or later. It would be better to tell Christian these so that he could be prepared in advance.

After saying that, Ron left Christian alone, trembling all over because of what he said.

It will probably take Christian a long time to digest the content of these words.

Ron took the opportunity to walk to the front of the magic box.

very quiet.

The restlessness, roaring, roaring and erosion that Christian described was completely absent.

Silently, Ron raised his right hand and landed on the bronze magic box.

The tentacles are cold.

Other than that, there is no other special feeling.

There is no erosion, no so-called pollution, it is very quiet.

Slowly, Ron tried to intrude a ray of his spiritual consciousness.

This process is not easy. Although this magic box looks like bronze, in fact, no one knows what material it is made of. It has a very strong ability to isolate spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness wanders in the magic box, which seems particularly obscure and difficult, like walking through muddy water.

I don't know how long it took, but Ron felt that his eyes suddenly became empty, and a ray of spiritual consciousness suddenly entered a wide area.

It was like an extra universe with no visible borders.

It was surrounded by dense darkness without any luster. Only in the center of the space could a huge head be seen.

That head is like a small mountain.

So much so that Ron felt like he was about to turn into a dwarf.

Chains, like giant pythons, passed through the skull and came out from the ears and eyes. Sticky blood kept falling from the places where the chains pierced through.

And just around the head, Ron could even feel the strong, mixed mist.

This head is still alive.

Although there was only one head left, and although it was still suppressed by the terrifying seal, Ron did feel the breath of life on this head.

Of course, for this huge head, it may not be a good thing that it still has the breath of life. At least the painful taste is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

Being alive may also be a punishment.

A punishment of eight thousand years in prison.

Just as Ron was staring at the head in front of him, the head in front of him seemed to sense something. His eyelids twitched, as if he suddenly came alive.

He wanted to open his eyes, but because his pupils were pierced by chains, Ron could clearly feel the two eyes falling on him.

"what?"

Not long after, a thunderous sound came from the huge lips, as if he didn't expect that someone else's consciousness could enter the magic box.

On an ordinary person, it might be just a slight, or even inaudible, movement, but to the head in front of him, the movement was not much different from a volcanic eruption.

Fortunately, his mouth was not pierced by the chains, so he could still speak.

After a short silence, the sound of the urn came again: "How many years is a Kun year?"

Chapter 300 Fellow (1)

Faced with the question from the huge head in front of him, Ron's lips trembled violently.

Good guy, are all passwords so high-end now?

If it weren't for Xiao Heizi, he might really not be able to deal with it.

Although he didn't have a normal body and couldn't breathe normally, the body that evolved from Ron's spiritual consciousness sighed heavily: "Two and a half years!"

The next second, wild laughter suddenly spread out in this mysterious area.

The sound was like thunder.

Circles of fluctuations spread in the void, and Ron felt that his spiritual body was about to be unable to support it, and it might collapse at any time, but Ron looked completely uncomfortable, and he seemed even more excited.

His spirit body was constantly fluctuating, and one could even see a slight red tint at the corners of his eyes, which were formed by his spirit body.

He didn't know what he was feeling now. When he originally touched the coffin...well, the magic box, he also considered various situations. Senior Zhou Yang might be completely dead, without even a trace of his soul left.

He may still have a little bit of his soul preserved, but he has gone crazy due to the long period of torture.

Perhaps, there is only madness and filth left in this magic box, as well as irresistible erosion.

All in all, Ron was definitely taking a big risk when touching the magic box.

But even at the risk of having his spiritual consciousness crushed, Ron still infiltrated the spiritual consciousness into the magic box. There was no other reason, he just wanted to really meet this senior, this fellow villager. Even if this fellow villager was dead or crazy, Ron still wanted to see what he had left in this world.

There are really no other thoughts, that's all.

Is it worth it?

Perhaps, when you are budgeting carefully, this is really not worth it.

After all, the risks are too great and the rewards may be little or nothing.

However, in Ron's opinion, it was worth it, for nothing else, just for a thought in his heart.

But now Ron found that this time was really worth it. The fellow was not dead, and there was no wind. He could even hear the fellow's voice. It was not the language of the Dusk Continent, but a fluent Guangpu.

Although the accent is a little thicker.

Zhou Yang was smiling.

Ron was laughing too.

For people like them who have come to a foreign country... no, a place even more ethereal and distant than a foreign country, being able to hear some Mandarin with an accent might be more joyful than obtaining the most powerful weapon in the world, right?

Although I had read a lot of notes and diaries before, that kind of thing couldn't be compared to what I heard with my own ears.

It was like a certain empty space deep in my heart was finally filled at this time.

This kind of laughter, which could even be said to be somewhat crazy, continued for a long, long time.

No one knows how long has passed. Here, the passage of time can hardly be felt. For Zhou Yang, the long period of eight thousand years has long made him lose the concept of time.

How many times did he think he was going crazy? He even hoped that he would go crazy. If he went crazy, maybe he wouldn't be so painful.

However, he just can't go crazy.

Perhaps in his broken soul, there has always been some kind of expectation.

He had never known what he was expecting, but when he saw the faint spirit in front of him, Zhou Yang finally understood what he had been waiting for.

Being able to hear the voice of my hometown again, even if it takes eight thousand years of pain, is worth it.

"call……"

Zhou Yang let out a long breath, and the scene in front of him suddenly became chaotic. He tried hard to keep his eyelids up, really wanting to see what his fellow villager in front of him looked like. He wondered if he was as handsome as his original self. After all, he was called "Little Daniel Wu" in the class.

However, after several attempts, he finally gave up. His eyes were already pierced, his pupils were gone, and he was still looking at nothing.

But I can feel that he is probably not as handsome as me.