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

He frowned, supported himself on the ground with both hands, and tried to get up again, but when he looked at the ground, his vision suddenly became blurred and everything he saw was blurry.

The weird feeling deep inside was getting stronger and stronger.

It was as if...he had aged dozens of years in a blink of an eye.

Anthony shook his head vigorously to suppress the weird feeling in his heart, and used his hands again to exert force. This time, the feeling was clearer. Both arms were trembling. With a little effort, his arms were sore. Bear.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he slowly raised his trembling hands, getting closer and closer to his eyes.

Then, the wrinkles on the back of his hand were clearly reflected in his eyes.

His pupils suddenly contracted...why...why is this happening?

He has been using special methods to maintain his body all year round. Although his hair has always been silver-white, that is natural, and his entire body maintains the condition of a twenty-year-old at all times.

In order to maintain this, he must absorb the blood essence and soul of twelve young children, preferably girls, every year.

By using this secret method, although it does not prolong life, the skin remains delicate and supple all year round. But why does it look so wrinkled now?

His eyes widened, his throat moved non-stop, he kept swallowing saliva, his trembling fingers climbed up his face silently, the criss-crossing grooves under his palms were clearly visible through his skin.

No...no...no!

Impossible, impossible!

Why does it become like this.

Why did he turn into an old man in an instant? What happened?

Bah, bah, bah...

The sound of footsteps, mixed with the crackling sound of dry branches being stepped on, came into view. Looking in the direction where the sound came from, a blurry figure gradually emerged in my eyes.

It's Irelia.

White Saint.

Even more... the Twilight Witch!

Chapter 322 Virgil’s methods (3)

Irelia is the White Saint and the Twilight Witch.

After the great changes in Larnaca City, Irelia entered a secret realm hidden in the library.

In the secret realm, she obtained the inheritance of the first-generation Twilight Witch.

She didn't know the identity of the first-generation Twilight Witch. In the past few months, Irelia even temporarily gave up the practice of various chant haloes and devoted all her energy to the research of twilight magic.

The entire magic book records more like a special way of practice. As for magic, there is only one kind.

That's... dusk!

As for the nature of dusk magic, Irelia has not fully understood it until now.

Of course, Irelia already had two speculations in her mind.

First, dusk magic can accelerate the time on the target hit by the magic, reaching the limit of longevity in a short time.

Second, the essence of dusk magic is to deprive the target of its vitality. Once its vitality is deprived, no matter how powerful it once was, it will inevitably lead to weakness or even death.

Just like Anthony Andre.

Although this kind of strength is strong, it is not much stronger than oneself. At the same time, the magic power is severely depleted and the person is seriously injured. The effect is most obvious.

Anthony Andre was still struggling, but the extent of his struggle was inevitably getting smaller and smaller. His long silver hair also lost its original luster and almost turned into a boring bird's nest in a short period of time.

There were even strange corpse spots on his skin.

Melanin is condensing rapidly on the body.

No matter who looks at it, Anton Pa Andre already looks like he is dying.

When she was still a few meters away from Anthony and Andre, Irelia stopped and stared at Anthony coldly with her scarlet eyes, without any mercy for the old man who was struggling desperately.

Twilight magic is very powerful.

This magic doesn't even have any level.

Cecilia and Serafina have also joined forces to deal with the Geomancer. Two figures appeared on the other two sides of Anthony Andre, and three women surrounded Anthony in an equilateral triangle.

Although the old man looked like he was about to die, they wouldn't give him a chance.

Gradually, Anthony Andre didn't even have the strength to struggle. He couldn't even support himself to sit on the ground. He fell to the ground in a crooked manner. It seemed as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat, and he was gasping for breath.

Then, even the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, drowned, and ceased to exist.

In the end, all that was left on the ground was a pile of dry bones wrapped in tattered cloth and some weed-like hair.

……

On the other side, outside Adams City, a large number of remaining soldiers were gathering together.

Among these people were magicians, clergymen, guards, and private soldiers of the three great duke families.

They are very unlucky.

At the very beginning, they were directly treated as cannon fodder by their own family and sent to the battlefield. Facing enemies like Ron and Agnes, the leaders knew very well that these soldiers could not do anything at all. No matter how many there were, With four or five times the number, we might be able to drown Ron by relying on our numerical advantage, but with only 50,000 or 60,000, it's not worth mentioning. A single forbidden spell, or even just a second forbidden spell, can destroy a large area.

After an individual's strength reaches a certain level, it becomes difficult to rely on numbers to win. The real role that these seemingly elite soldiers can play is to consume a wave of Ron and Agnes' magic power before those legendary masters take action.

It's just a pity that both Apu and Virgil underestimated the enemy in the end. Who could have thought that Ron, with one move of dragon power, dragon rage and dragon roar, could suppress these private soldiers like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and even killed a legendary one-star expert.

And when the war really started, these people found that they could only run away for their lives. Let alone actually participate in the war, even if it was just the aftermath that spread over the battlefield, they could easily kill them. Their bodies were minced into a paste.

Generally speaking, on the battlefield, if one side's army suffers more than three casualties, there will be a major rout.

But the casualty rate of this temporarily formed army reached 50% in an instant. Under such circumstances, there is no one who loves to fight. The blood everywhere and the broken limbs have already crushed the courage in their hearts. They all just hate their parents for having two legs, and the one who runs is called a rabbit. Still fast.

At the time they were fleeing, the palace had not been completely destroyed. Ron and Agnes were guarding the main entrance, and the king, the vice-pope, and the head of their own family were guarding the back. The only place they could escape to that was the West Gate.

All the courage and glory are bullshit. In this situation, survival is the most important thing.

After escaping from the palace for a long time, he stopped and took a short rest. There was a sound of breathing like a bellows all around. The soldiers who survived by chance discovered that their bodies were completely soaked with sweat, and their armor was sticky and uncomfortable.

But no one cares about these little things now. Compared with their companions who have died in the battle, they are already very lucky. Even if they are far away from the palace, as long as they think of the scenes in the palace, their faces are still pale. .

They couldn't forget how many of their companions were swept up in the violent magical energy, and their bodies instantly turned into meat.

I can't forget that someone was directly suppressed to the ground by the terrifying power, and his body exploded in an instant, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

I can't forget that in the roar of the dragon, someone's head exploded and blood splattered three feet.

The broken limbs, broken flesh and blood mixed together as if the entire palace floor was covered with a layer of silt.

vomit!

Those scenes kept appearing in his mind. Finally, one of the private soldiers could not bear it anymore. He held on to a tree as thick as a bowl with one hand and vomited.

And this scene seemed to have caused a chain reaction, and the sound of vomiting came from all around one after another.

In a short period of time, the vast and empty woods were filled with a disgusting smell of rancidity.

These private soldiers were extremely weak. In comparison, the members of the Royal Guards and the Knights of Dawn were obviously much better... However, affected by the strange smell of filth, these real elites also felt their abdomens churning at this time, as if their intestines were tangled together. The next second, the sounds of vomiting became more frequent.

Not to mention those ordinary soldiers, even some captains, generals and other experts had extremely ugly expressions.

But among this large number of people, there is only one exception.

That's Virgil.

His expression was stern, with even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept around, and in the huge forest, there were figures everywhere.

He made a rough estimate in his mind and estimated that only half of the people had escaped safely, which was about 30,000 people.

This is not a small number.

Originally, Virgil was planning to take action in the palace, but he didn't expect that Ron's strength was even stronger than he imagined, and he suppressed so many elite soldiers with just one move.

These soldiers were not worth mentioning in front of Ron, but to Apu and Holt, they were the foundation.

As long as these men are still there, no matter where Apu and Holt escape to, they can make a comeback at any time and form a new team.

Although there are some Dawn Knights inside, who are a force affiliated with the church, these people are not of the same mind as him. They are loyal to Apu, and it would be a disaster to stay. In this case, Virgil will not hold back at all.

Thinking of this, Virgil no longer hesitated and quietly opened the cap of a glass bottle in his hand, letting the water vapor inside the bottle gradually fill up.

Bottle after bottle was opened.

It just so happened that Virgil was located upwind, and the colorless and odorless gas was spreading rapidly with the breeze in the mountains and forests.

No one knows that some kind of toxin is spreading rapidly in this mountain forest.

As the repairs were done, the commotion in the crowd gradually subsided.

Of course, everyone was still gasping for breath, with deep fear on their faces. It would probably take a long time, even years, for this feeling to gradually dissipate.

Some people who had rested had stood up straight again, exhaled slightly, and were ready to activate their magic power and leave quickly.

Although they have left the palace, no one knows what is going on there now. If Ron Killer rises and pursues him again, he will not know how he died, or he is still farther away from the palace. A little is safer.

There are even some people who have made up their mind to never come back after leaving this time. This royal city is really too scary.

However, just when a magician activated his magic power to fly into the air and was about to leave here, the magic power in his body was suddenly interrupted, and he fell directly to the ground and was chewed in the mud.

The magician's face was filled with astonishment. His strength was quite good. Although not as good as those legendary masters, he was still close to a hero. His magic power recovery speed was also quite good. Now after such a long period of repair, Why does the magic power fail?

He carefully checked his body, and suddenly, there was a scream: "Damn it, where is my magic power..."

"What happened? Why is all my magic gone?"

This scream was like turning on some kind of switch, and soon another voice came from not far away: "Damn, me too, my magic power is constantly disappearing."

"Me too!"

"Me too."

"Damn it, we're all poisoned."

A burst of commotion quickly caused the crowd, which had finally calmed down, to become chaotic again. No one knew what the situation was, and everyone quickly began to check their bodies.

This check does not matter. Among all the knights of dawn, private soldiers of nobles, and magicians in the association, nearly half of them have either completely exhausted the magic power in their bodies and will no longer recover, or they continue to lose it without using magic.

There was even some commotion on the Imperial Guard side, and they began to quickly check their own situation.

Then, a voice suddenly sounded from the crowd:

"Hey, look, there seems to be nothing wrong with the Guards. They are not poisoned."

"Why is this happening? We are eating the same thing these days. Could it be that they deliberately poisoned our food?"

"But we also ate things from the Church of the Goddess of Dawn..."

"Forget it, you're so stupid. Haven't you seen that so many Knights of Dawn have been attacked? Who would be so stupid as to poison themselves?"

At this moment, a loud shout resounded through the forest:

"Damn it, this old bastard Holt must have done it. He wanted to catch us all..."

Chapter 323 The King of Blame (4)

"It must have been that old bastard Holt who did it.

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was excited.

The crowd instantly became commotion, and both of them looked at the Guards and the Royal Magic Legion with particularly unkind looks. They were bastards. They were not human beings. They were invited by that old Holt to help deal with Ron and Agnes. Yes, it was enough not to tell them the true strength of Ron and Agnes in advance, but they even shamelessly poisoned the food.

How could there be such a mean person in this world?

For a time, almost everyone believed that the poison that caused the magic power to continuously dissipate was planted by Holt. After all, except for the Royal Guards and the Royal Magic Legion, everyone else was poisoned. Who would believe it if it wasn't you? ?

Could it be Virgil?

He is mentally ill and would drug his own knight?

Some of those with bad tempers even grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the guards.

The Imperial Guards were also confused. They didn't understand what was going on. Why were they suddenly poisoned? However, considering the character of Holt 474, this kind of thing is really possible.

They felt aggrieved. This was something His Majesty the King did, so why should it be on their own heads?