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

Westerdenis was furious.

I’ve given you the Chaos Slate, but you’re so unreasonable, and now you actually dare to boss yourself around. Why, are you our boss?

He wanted to point at Ron's nose and ask him to recognize his identity, but when the words came to his lips, they changed into something else: "Since my identity was exposed, the members of the Eternal Freedom Sect in Granville have stopped all activities."

"That's very good." Ron nodded. Dolores wanted to build Granville into a truly beautiful kingdom, but she couldn't let the cancer of the Eternal Freedom Sect lurk inside the kingdom. Dolores's efforts may be in vain.

"Where's the Spang Theocracy?" Ron asked after a pause.

"If I remember correctly, the person in charge of the Spang Theocracy is the third divine envoy, right?"

West's face twitched. Ron, this hateful bastard, knew so much about the Eternal Freedom Sect that he even seriously doubted whether this guy was the founder of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

"Yes."

"You are a prophet, but after all, you stay in Granville most of the time. The third god's favor may not feel too much threat there, so the activities there have not stopped." West replied honestly .

In front of a prophet who understands the Eternal Freedom Sect so well, all hiding is meaningless. In this case, it is better to confess honestly.

"How many believers are there in the Spang Theocracy, and how many of them can you call upon at will to have an impact on the Spang Theocracy?"

"This is a matter of the Third God's Favorite. We, the God's Favorite, don't have much contact with each other." West shook his head and said.

Although they are all members of the Church of Eternal Freedom, it is obvious that they are actually three different forces that just have the same beliefs.

"In that case, you don't need to open this store. You go to the Theocracy of Spang in person. I have some small matters over there, please help take care of them." Ron said slowly: "As for the third divine envoy, you can rest assured that he will definitely help. After all, he doesn't want his identity to be completely exposed."

Westdennis' eyes flashed quickly. He really wanted to tell Ron, I am not your subordinate, so don't point fingers at me.

Unfortunately, he really doesn't have the courage.

How many people can muster the courage to face someone who can easily crush themselves to death?

Ron's plan is very simple, to arrange more experts for Lidya.

The situation in Spang Theocracy was much more complicated than Granville, and he was worried that Lydia might be in danger.

Westerdenis is a pretty good guy, more than enough to be a bodyguard.

What's more, although the Eternal Freedom Sect is despised by others, it is still a very powerful force. If it can be used well, many of its plans will be more effective with half the effort.

As I said, no matter what the world line was originally arranged by the repairman, Ron would go against it.

In the game, these divine messengers are all going to die, so Ron will let them survive for the time being, so as to cause some trouble for the repairman.

Of course, we still have to find a way to ensure West's loyalty.

While thinking, Ron took out something from the storage ring and handed it to West: "Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. This is for you..."

West's eyes were slightly happy, and he subconsciously reached out to take it, but the moment his fingers touched the thing, West's body suddenly stiffened.

What the fingertips touched was a gray-black stone slab with an ancient appearance and engraved strange patterns!

Chapter 356 Swear in the name of the goddess of dawn (2)

hum!

The moment his fingertips touched the stone slab, Westerdenis only felt a buzz in his mind. Suddenly he seemed to hear the roar of some kind of landslide and earth-shattering, and there was wind and thunder surging in his ears.

His body trembled, and with a whoosh, West retracted his claws instantly.

His face was pale, without any blood.

Even his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Just as his fingertips left the stone slab, the sound that had been echoing in his ears gradually subsided, and was replaced by indescribable mutterings, as if some mysterious and strange existence was whispering something in his ear.

In an instant, West felt that the blood flow speed in his body suddenly increased. The blood vessels under the skin bulged as if they could explode at any time. There were also many unknown existences wriggling in the flesh and blood, and long strips of marks seeped out on the epidermis.

After several seconds, the abnormal changes in West's body finally subsided. He gasped heavily, and looked at Ron with a gaze like a mad dog, wishing to tear off every piece of flesh and blood from Ron's body, stuff it into his mouth, and chew it into minced meat.

How can a dignified prophet be so shameless?

This was not the first time that this thought had appeared in West's mind.

But every time, West found that he seemed to have underestimated the shamelessness of this prophet.

This guy's assholery is outrageous.

That slate... although it is different from the one he just handed to Ron, the style is obviously the same, and it should be a certain chaos slate.

This damn bastard actually tempted himself to touch the Chaos Slate. This thing represented the evil god.

From the reaction in his ear just now, West knew that he was being watched again... The first time could be regarded as an unintentional mistake, but what about the second time? Will the evil god think that he is deliberately teasing her?

Once the evil god is angry, then his own life...

West gritted his teeth when he thought of these.

"Ron...you...you...you're going too far."

Seeing West's appearance, Ron felt a little embarrassed, wondering if he had gone a little too far this time. However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and it was absolutely impossible to ask him to apologize.

"Ahem, West, what are you talking about?" Ron snorted and said, "This is about bathing in the glory of God. Do you think anyone has such an opportunity?"

Damn it, I don’t care about this damn glory at all...the glory of God? Are you a serious god?

"Don't worry, how could I harm you?" Ron put away the Chaos Slate with a smile, and then patted West gently on the shoulder: "Isn't it just that the evil god noticed it, bit by bit, bit by bit? It’s just pollution, what’s the big deal?”

"Maybe you can't do it, but I can..."

"As long as you help me complete the matter with Spang Theocracy, I guarantee that the corrosion and pollution of the evil god will be completely stripped away from you, and you will never die or become a madman." Ron continued.

West's teeth were itching with hatred, but now he could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart.

Seeing that Ron accepted his Chaos Slate without any scruples, and even took out another piece from the storage ring, West could tell that Ron must have been immersed in the research of the Chaos Slate for some time. day.

And there is no trace of erosion or pollution on his body. What he said is not a lie. This guy really has a way to solve the pollution and erosion of the evil god.

However, if he did so, he would inevitably become a tool in his hands, which was really hard for West to accept.

But the situation is stronger than the person. Facing a guy like Ron who plays cards completely irrationally, West has no choice at all.

After giving Ron a fierce look, West could only sigh and turned around to pack up the things in the shop and prepare to go to Spang Theocracy.

"You promise to remove the pollution and erosion from your body after the matter with the Spang Theocracy is over." West stared at Ron and said indignantly.

Ron grinned and raised four fingers: "Swear in the name of the goddess of dawn..."

In this world, swearing an oath in the name of the god you believe in is still very convincing. West felt a little more at ease, but he was still curious. Ron spent so much effort just to let him go. Spang Theocracy?

What is it that deserves Ron to spend so much time on it?

"What should I do?"

"Assist Lydia, the third princess of Spang Theocracy...to rebel."

puff!

As soon as he said this, even West couldn't hold it back. He almost squirted and looked at Ron with a very strange look.

rebel?

Is this prophet born to be rebellious?

Why are you so fond of rebellion?

Granville had just been disturbed by this guy, and now he was eyeing the Spang Theocracy?

And, Princess Dolores?

Third princess Lydia?

Why does this guy insist on supporting one queen after another to ascend to the throne?

Could it be that he has some unique fetish for the Queen?

……

Under West's strange sight, Ron and Agnes left the store.

It was getting late. When the two returned to the church, they suddenly found a figure waiting in front of the door for a long time. Who could it be if it wasn't Christian?

This great saint, like Dolores, has now become the supreme master of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and all the authority of the church is controlled by the great saint.

However, compared to Dolores, Christian's job is obviously much easier. After all, although the Church of the Dawn Goddess is powerful, it is not as complicated as the Kingdom. She only needs to be responsible for the hundreds of thousands of priests in the church. , Dolores is responsible for tens of millions of people, which is not of the same magnitude at all.

What's more, although Apu died, because he was eliminated very cleanly, there was actually not much unrest within the church, and everything was normal.

In this case, Christian can completely leave all kinds of troublesome tasks to his subordinates, such as that Virgil... I have to say that this person is indeed a talent.

Although his strength is not very strong, he can handle all kinds of things in the church in an orderly manner.

When Christian, who was free, learned that Ron was preparing to refine the legendary potion, he volunteered and took over the task... She was not a witch, but she was very good at refining the potion. , even Lydia, a real witch, is far behind.

When he saw Ron and Agnes appearing, Christian looked slightly happy, spread his slender fingers, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm.

Inside the bottle was a crimson blood-like liquid.

Crystal clear, beautiful yet a little weird.

"The legendary magic potion has been refined." Christian spoke slowly.

Although Ron had already guessed this, when he saw the bottle of potion, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Just from the color and clarity, Ron could easily tell that this bottle of potion was of extremely high quality.

The quality of the potion is also directly related to the difficulty of breaking through the legendary realm.

Taking the potion from Christian's palm, the slight touch made the saint's cheeks blush slightly. However, Christian's character was not comparable to that of ordinary people after all, and the slight ripples deep in his heart were quickly suppressed.

Ron breathed out heavily: "Thanks."

This light thank you, to Christian's ears, was more beautiful than thousands of words of flattery. The saintly girl couldn't help but have a slight smile on her face: "It's good if you can use it. When are you going to take the magic potion and break through to the legendary level?"

Staring at the bottle in his hand, Ron smiled even more: "Now."

The next second, right in front of Christian, Ron raised his head and swallowed the potion directly into his mouth.

Seeing Ron's actions, Christian opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't help feeling touched in his heart.

Ron could swallow the potion he made in front of him without any hesitation. What kind of trust did he have to be able to do such a thing?

For a moment, Christian's beautiful eyes were a little blurred.

Chapter 357 Goddess of Dawn, Ostara (3)

Christian is actually quite dull when it comes to relationships, and is far from talented in spiritual practice.

In recent times, Daina has been whispering in her ear every day. After hearing it so many times, she began to vaguely feel some emotions in her heart. Maybe she still hasn't sorted it out, but at least she has understood one thing, that is, Ron does have an extraordinary place in her heart.

But the feelings in his heart are only one aspect. More importantly, what is his position in Ron's heart?

Although Christian originally had this idea to help Ron refine the potion, he was too thin-skinned and embarrassed to speak. It was Deina who encouraged her to make this decision.

In Deina's words, this is called love for a long time.

Only when we get along every day can we develop feelings.

Otherwise, even if they all live in the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, they don’t see each other for several days on weekdays, and can barely say a few words when they meet. How much affection can they develop?

But now, seeing Ron drinking the potion without any hesitation and even checking, he was even more touched.

After all, this is a magic potion, not something else. A mistake can be fatal.

Ron was able to take the potion he sent without any care. Not to mention whether Ron had other feelings for him in his heart, this trust alone was enough to move Christian.

Ron, of course, had no way of knowing what Christian was thinking. After taking the potion, he immediately felt the magic power in his body begin to surge rapidly. The blood in his body was boiling, and a flush rushed straight to his face.

The potion that Christian refined is so effective. It may be the most effective legendary potion in the entire Twilight Continent.

In an instant, even Ron was a little unable to control the magic power that was quickly mobilized in his body.

At that moment, he sat cross-legged on the ground, trying hard to adjust and guide the magic power in his body, which surged rapidly according to certain rules and continuously impacted the chasm between heroes and legends.

Boom...boom...boom...

Ron's body would tremble with every impact.

Christian also understood that this was an extremely critical process for cultivators. This process must not be disturbed by other forces. Once disturbed, the consequences would be disastrous. He didn't care about the dirt on the ground at the moment. He sat in front of Ron and personally Act as protector for Ron.

huh... huh... huh...

The surging air current was swirling around Ron's body. Magic power was dissipating in all directions. It seemed that the big trees could not bear the impact of the magic power dissipating. They were swaying violently and rustling. Leaves were floating freely in the air.