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

In today's Twilight Continent, if you want to have a real relationship with the gods, the best way is to be corrupted by the evil gods.

Although this goddess of the night is not one of the seven great gods, Ron can communicate with the goddess of the night, and it seems that there is no trace of erosion at all. Is this too exaggerated?

Could it be said that this is the person favored by the gods?

For a moment, several people felt their heads buzzing, and all kinds of thoughts kept circling in their minds. They wanted to calm down, but they couldn't do it at all. Looking at Ron in front of them, this person was clearly standing in front of them, but they always felt that Ron was covered with a mysterious veil, making it impossible for them to see clearly.

They didn't even know how many more surprises Ron would bring to them...or should I say shock?

After Ron heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and an idea in his mind was confirmed.

You know, the moment Ron strengthened the Angel Ring to plus thirteen, the Night Goddess suddenly interfered with the Twilight Continent and forcibly transformed the Angel Ring into the Fallen Angel Ring. The original summoning of angels also became a summoning of fallen angels. Angel.

Now after the fallen angel personally admitted it, Ron finally no longer had any doubts in his heart.

"Thank you just now." Ron took a deep breath and said.

Although this was arranged by the goddess of the night, Ron still gave him enough courtesy. For no other reason than that, who makes people very strong? Maybe he will have to rely on others to save his life in the future. He can say something nice without losing his mind. a piece of meat.

"You're welcome, it's my duty to protect you." The six-winged fallen angel replied quietly.

Although she is a fallen angel, her voice does not have that perverse or fierce feeling at all. On the contrary, it is very gentle and quiet, and it sounds very comfortable, like some kind of soothing music.

Christian and the others trembled slightly in their hearts.

Is it my duty to protect you?

Confirmed, confirmed, now everything is clear. The prophet Ron must be a follower of the mysterious goddess of darkness. Otherwise, why would the goddess of darkness specially arrange a six-winged fallen angel to guard him?

Agnes was the only one who frowned. She felt a little strange. Didn't Mr. Ron believe in Mr. Captain?

Why do you still believe in the goddess of the night?

Is it possible to believe in multiple gods at the same time?

This is not good!

I must advise my husband carefully later on that it is better to be more single-minded than to fall in love when it comes to faith.

What if Mr. Captain finds out...

Um, no, Mr. Captain can also see into the past and future. Maybe he already knows it, but he doesn't take it to heart?

For a time, Agnes had various thoughts in her heart, and her beautiful little face looked more and more distressed.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet?" Ron spoke again, trying to get closer to this six-winged fallen angel.

"Niaf..." The six-winged fallen angel gave the answer briskly.

Niaf, indeed, is a name as gentle as the sound.

If you hadn't seen the fallen angel's battle with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a woman with such a gentle name could be so violent in battle.

After giving the answer, Niafu frowned slightly. She suddenly raised her head and stared at the sky above her head. Her eyes gradually changed from gentle to stern: "Sorry, I can't stay in this world for too long."

"If you encounter something that cannot be handled in the future, you can call me out at any time."

Without saying a word, Niaf's body quickly turned into a black light and shadow, and disappeared into the fallen angel ring on Ron's finger.

Ron looked at the ring in his hand quietly, then raised his head to look at the sky. In the dim light, he seemed to be able to glimpse chains like giant pythons dancing in the air, as if they were looking for a target.

This scene made Ron's heart tremble slightly.

Soon, he understood.

These are the rules set by destiny.

After the demise of the dragon clan, no masters beyond the legendary realm are allowed to appear, except for some beings who have received the gift of destiny.

The shackles on the body limit the upper limit of the living being.

Even if someone with extraordinary talent occasionally breaks free from the shackles, he will still be hunted down by destiny.

Niafu even felt the chains that represented the will of destiny, so she entered the ring to hide.

As for the huge mountain of flesh in the secret room, perhaps, on the one hand, the creatures that are not considered normal have not been restrained by shackles, and on the other hand, it may also be related to the Andre family.

The Andre family are all guardians of destiny. They are the embodiment of the will of destiny, and destiny has given them great freedom within certain jurisdictions.

Ron exhaled slightly and looked at his left hand. There was a gray-black shadow wrapped around his left hand. It was the soul of Archibald's sister Sally Andre.

Incomplete, not a complete soul.

How to deal with this soul is also a problem. For Archibald's sake, Ron saved the soul, but what happens next... Ron doesn't know how to store the soul, so he can't save it. Sally's soul was refined into a necromancer, right?

If that were the case, then the friendship between him and Archibald would probably disappear.

From Archibald's notes, Ron could tell that although this senior time traveler was very disgusted with the poor inheritance of the Andre family, he still seemed to like Sally, his younger sister.

Of course, it's a very pure kind of love.

The kind that is not mixed with desire.

Just as Ron was holding his chin in thought, the soul wrapped around his hand suddenly floated up from Ron's arm, and then flew above Dolores' head in Ron's surprised eyes.

Dolores also noticed this strange, gray-black substance.

She wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

Sally's soul seemed to have disappeared into Dolores' body.

Ron didn't have time to stop it, and of course, Ron didn't really want to stop it.

From Ron's perspective, this was a good thing.

The cultivation of a broken soul often requires the use of a host, where one's broken soul is placed in a normal living body, relying on this life to nourish one's soul.

In this process, the remnant soul that resides can also bring many benefits to the host.

This is a mutually beneficial process.

Of course, another reason why Ron was relieved was that through Sally's memory, Ron could conclude that Sally was not the kind of villain who would take other people's bodies for his own use. She was a very quiet and very quiet girl. kind girl.

Just like Dolores now, her expression suddenly became serious, and her originally wide-open eyes slowly closed, as if she was receiving a large amount of information, and even a layer of hazy mist gradually emerged on her body.

A slight repulsion came from Dolores, and Ron and others took a few steps back.

Chapter 341 Treason (3)

Deina and Agnes both looked envious. They were not ordinary people. Naturally, they could tell at a glance that Dolores was receiving some kind of inheritance.

This is a great opportunity.

Without exception, those who can carry out this kind of inheritance are extremely powerful masters. Even Christian cannot do it.

In other words, the soul wrapped around Ron's arm is an existence that has exceeded the limit of legendary level, destruction level, or... mythical level?

It was obvious that everyone present was at a higher level than Ron, but one by one they found out helplessly that even if Ron's level was not high, the level Ron was at seemed to be something they would never be able to reach.

"Sir, that soul..." Everyone was full of doubts, and finally Christian bravely asked.

"Sally, Sally Andre, the sister of the blasphemer Archibald." Ron exhaled and said slowly, not hiding anything.

Although the Blasphemy involved some very exaggerated things, Sally was fine, even telling a few people was totally fine.

However, Ron still underestimated the impact of the name Blasphemer's Sister.

Originally, Christian and the others were still wondering where this master came from and could actually carry out such power inheritance. Now that they heard that she was the sister of the blasphemer, it was not surprising.

After all, that is a blasphemer.

His sister may not be as powerful as him, but her strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even someone as proud as Christian doesn't see any problem with this at all.

"In the secret room down there..."

Faced with another question from Christian, Ron still did not hide anything and briefly described what happened below. Of course, he concealed some dangerous content as there was no need to make these women worry about him.

But even so, several women were shocked to hear that even the six-winged fallen angel appeared. How could the war weapon secretly made by the Andre family be weak?

Listening to the previous voice, the monster had been fighting the six-winged fallen angel for a long time. Facing such an enemy, even the strongest Christian could not help much. Even if it was just the aftermath of the battle, it would probably It was too much for Christian to bear.

Several women felt a little sad.

Normally, they are all proud of their own strength and feel that they are the rare masters in this huge Twilight Continent. But now they find out helplessly that when they encounter a truly powerful enemy, their own strength will not be able to defeat them at all. Not worth mentioning.

These women have different personalities, but they are all very proud at heart.

They didn't want to see anything happen, so they could only watch from afar and could do nothing. After a long time, Christian finally spoke slowly: "Sir, tell me, if I can really break those shackles, can I become a strong man like that?"

Ron turned his head and looked at Christian. He could sense the unyielding will in Christian's eyes. He knew it would be difficult to persuade Christian. After a brief hesitation, he finally said slowly, "Yes."

Christian let out a long sigh of relief.

Although it is difficult, at least there is hope.

"But you also need to understand that once you take that step, from now on, you may face endless hardships. Maybe you have strong strength, but soon you will find that You can't do anything with just a little strength. Destiny may rewrite a destiny for you... In this destiny, you will have a bad life. Maybe you may choke to death even if you take a sip of cold water, or you may be killed by someone from the building on the way. He was killed by a falling flowerpot."

"Perhaps, for some inexplicable reason, you will provoke some enemies who have nothing to do with you..."

"Perhaps, a group of bastards who call themselves the guardians of destiny will jump out and want to correct your destiny, adjust your destiny back to its original state, or... kill you directly."

Christian's expression kept changing.

Although Ron kept using words like maybe, maybe, Christian could feel from his voice that it was not maybe, but something that would definitely happen. Perhaps, Ron was experiencing all this now.

"I know, but..."

"I will write my own destiny." Christian took a deep breath and said slowly.

Although this sentence is not as domineering as "My destiny is in my own hands", it also contains the unchanging will of Wanren.

She is worthy of being a great saint, and she is worthy of being Christian.

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the other side.

In the dense forest, the fighting has subsided.

Bloody sky.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest was covered with a light layer of red mist.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of ruptured internal organs was simply nauseating.

There were corpses lying everywhere, and most of them were wearing the uniforms of the Royal Guards and Royal Magicians.

"Damn it, we let that bastard Holt get away." The Dominican Federation casually shook his arm to shake off a piece of internal organs stuck to his sleeve, cursing indignantly.

Next to him, Apu's face was also gloomy, and Grand Duke Smlet's face was also very ugly.

Ron was a monster before, so many people were dispatched but could not be solved. This time, I thought it would be a sure thing for four masters to surround Holt, but in the end, they let this guy slip away.

Is this guy the reincarnation of a loach, so slippery?

Of course, it's not without any results.

At least, Holt's elite Guards and Magician Corps had been basically slaughtered.

Even if Holt was still alive, all his foundations had been destroyed, and he would be alone from now on.

"What should we do now?" Carlo suddenly spoke.

It was a confusing sentence, but everyone knew what it meant.

Now they have defeated Holt, but they all know that even if they kill Holt, it is not a victory at all. The real threat has not been eliminated at all.

Ron, still alive.

Ron's existence is like a sword of Damocles, always hanging above everyone's head, and may be smashed down at any time, and once it falls, death will be inevitable.

"Or, let's each find a way to escape..." The Dominican Federation spoke slowly.

"Isn't this a bit too embarrassing?" Smullet frowned.

"Do you want dignity, or do you want life?" Apu said slowly: "Do you still want to return to Adams? Don't forget, we teamed up to besiege Ron at the beginning. That guy will retaliate, although now he wants to find De Loris, you don’t have time to come over and cause trouble for us, but when things are over with him, will he go door to door to take revenge?”

"Damn it! The Smullet family is a noble family that has been passed down for eight thousand years." Grand Duke Smullet clenched his fists, his face full of humiliation.

"Forget it, I don't even care about the king, let alone a grand duke like you. Don't forget how the grand duke Egbert died..."

"For now, let's run away. Adams can't stay any longer. However, I suggest that we run together and have some kind of care." Apu rolled his eyes and said.

"If we separate and run away, we will definitely die if Ron catches up with us. But if we gather together, we can still resist a little bit."

"Then where can we go?"