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

[Task reward: For every killer you kill, you can get ten consecutive lottery tickets*1. If you kill all the killers, you can get an additional ten consecutive lottery tickets*1! 】

[Death countdown: one thousand eight hundred seconds! 】

The goddess of dawn is here, and the gold medal assistant Herman finally appears.

I miss him so much!

It had been three days since he had seen Herman. Herman had no idea how much Ron missed him in his heart.

Although Herman's ex-fiancée Irelia was by his side, it didn't seem so difficult, but no one could make up for the loneliness of Herman's absence.

It was so touching that he thought Herman had unconscionably forgotten his old friend.

Look, a gold medal assist is a gold medal assist, and he got forty draws in a row.

In his heart, Ron had already sent his most sincere thanks to Mr. Herman.

I really want to try if I can... kill him under the interference of fate this time!

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Chapter 38 Elsa's Temptation: Double Death Warning! (Four Thousand

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A sneeze!

Opposite the Otis weapons store was a restaurant. Standing at the window, Herman suddenly sneezed.

His injuries have been completely healed. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have even doubted that the half-dead man before was really Herman?

His mental state seemed to be much better than before, at least he was no longer so crazy.

The right hand moved quickly back and forth.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't do anything bad. He just took a file and kept rubbing the nails of his left hand... Some strange changes occurred in his body. His fingernails grew very fast. When he woke up one night, they would be seven or eight centimeters long, curved like hooks, and sharp as knives!

He could only keep cutting and grinding his nails.

The golden eyes have turned into a dark red color, and there are countless small things squirming deep in the pupils.

Staring at the two figures opposite him, he could see the charm and temptation on Irelia's face. There was no doubt that during the three days when he was suffering, Irelia and Ron's life could only be described as dissolute, and they probably tried many positions.

Ah, Irelia looks even more attractive than before.

It was obviously a beauty that only he could enjoy, but now it was all at an advantage to Ron. As soon as he thought of this, the murderous intention in Herman's chest became stronger than ever before. However, Herman showed incredible calmness at this moment. He seemed to have grown a lot in just three days. No matter how strong the murderous intention was in his chest, he had no intention of taking action directly.

He even lamented his previous stupidity. Why did he have to do it himself to deal with a mere Ron?

Herman looked to the side.

Right beside him, there were three figures standing.

A sturdy man with a strong build, wearing steel armor and a scar on his face. This guy's arms are thicker than the thighs of ordinary people, and his whole body is covered with muscles that seem to be cast into steel. He looks a little stupid, but the axe on his shoulder has chopped countless people's bones.

Bloodaxe Simon!

A petite, slender girl whose tight leather armor cannot show any curves smoother than the floor. Her narrow cheeks seem to be a little immature, like an underage girl. But anyone who dares to look down on her will pay the most terrible price.

Boning Knife Mattie!

What she likes to do most is to use the short knife in her hand to peel off the fascia and flesh and blood from the victim one by one, and enjoy the pleasure of blood splattering all over the body.

She was Simon's wife... Hermann admitted that Mattie tasted really good.

While enjoying Mattie, Herman felt as if he understood Ron... Other people's women always felt more delicious.

So, if he takes Irelia back now, will it make him even crazier?

As for the last person, he was a somewhat handsome young swordsman.

He is the most normal looking one among the three, but he may also be the most perverted one.

Kill Eden in space!

The speed with which he drew his sword was as fast as lightning, as if he were moving instantly.

At the same time, his favorite thing to do is to slit the throat of his temporary lover while feeling his temporary lover's cries and struggles.

Eden expressed love to Herman many times, but was rejected by Herman.

Even though Herman thought he was not a good person, he always kept a distance from Eden.

These three people committed countless crimes and were wanted by the Kingdom of Granville and the Church of the Dawn Goddess. They were eventually captured alive. His father saw that these three people still had some strength, so he used some means to catch them outside casually. Three men of similar size were sent to the guillotine, and the three of them were replaced. Secret skills were planted in their bodies, and they were arranged to serve as bodyguards next to Herman.

Ron's strongest strength is only one-star disaster, and among these three, one-star disaster, one-star disaster, two-star disaster... This time, I have the real advantage.

If you don't believe it, you can't kill Ron.

The smile on Herman's face became stronger and stronger: "Do you think that if Ron was really a prophet, would he know that we were going to kill him?"

In the grinning mouth, you can clearly see that Herman's teeth seemed to have become sharper, like canine teeth, and even showed a slight curve.

Simon's angry voice came, directly denying Ron's identity as a prophet:

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"For thousands of years, there has been only one person who can truly be called a prophet, and that is Archibald." The handsome young swordsman Eden also expressed his thoughts: "It is said that he left a book before he went crazy. The prophecy foretells the disasters that the world may face thousands of years from now.”

"It's just that the prophecy was written in a language invented by Archibald himself. It should be the filthy words he used to curse the gods before he died."

"For thousands of years, although some people have occasionally found fragments of prophecy books, it has been difficult to decipher the writing."

"This Ron probably just found some fragments of the prophecy book somewhere, and then came out to pretend to be a ghost. After all, this guy is a scholar of ancient writing, so it is not surprising that he can decipher some of the contents."

"Don't worry, young master. The three of us will take action and we will definitely take down Ron!"

Herman put his hands on his hands and smiled: "That's very good."

"Wait until Ron comes out of the Otis weapons store and take action immediately..."

Herman didn't want to cause trouble in the Otis weapons store. After all, the owner of the weapons store was very powerful. He didn't want to be interfered by irrelevant factors in the process of killing Ron.

"Remember, don't hurt Irelia."

"It's best not to kill Ron directly. I'll make him understand what despair means." Herman said ferociously.

All the humiliation and pain he has suffered must be experienced by Ron!

Irelia, I will let you know who is the man who is truly worthy of you!

……

Inside the store.

Ron sat in the chair and waited quietly, thinking in his heart.

With his current strength, he should not be Vergil's opponent, but if he can buy a good purple excellent-grade weapon and strengthen it to the thirteenth level, even Vergil, a disaster-level seven-star master, might be able to do it. You can have a fight in a short time!

I just don’t know what the strength of the three killers outside is.

I hope they aren't all at Vergil's level. He really can't handle three of them at once.

Of course, Ron is not without means to save his life, such as the special effects attached to the Ring of Hercules and the protection of Hercules.

Inspired by the power of Hercules, he descended upon himself.

This move may cause an exaggerated burden on the body, but on the other hand, Ron's strength will also increase several times.

Ron knew about the special task of upgrading the Ring of Hercules, but he couldn't complete it in Larnaca City.

Plus the ultimate dodge that can be used once per day.

If you really can't defeat the opponent, you should have no problem escaping.

It's a pity that Herman started a little too early. If Ron was given enough time to buy a complete set of purple equipment, all of which were fully strengthened, then he really wouldn't have anything to worry about.

Ron is very quiet. In comparison, Irelia is more lively. The slender body walked back and forth among the shelves, seeming to be very interested in these weapons.

Not long after, footsteps were heard from the inner hall. Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw Morimo's fat body reappearing in front of him. In his arms, he was holding... yes, he was holding a slender magic wand about 1.2 meters long very tightly.

All black, as thick as a child’s arm!

The surface is smooth and appears to be made of some kind of polished wood, yet it gleams with a metallic luster.

The head of the stick looks like a tree tumor, uneven, but polished to be very round.

From Morimo's flushed face and grunting posture, it can be felt that this staff completely meets Ron's needs.

He is very heavy.

Very hard too.

It can definitely blow the enemy's head off at once.

Finally, Morlimo walked up to Ron, and he carefully placed the staff on the table in front of Ron.

Clang!

Even though Morimo was very careful, he still made a dull sound.

The table was creaking even more.

"Huh...Sir, I think this weapon should meet your requirements." Morimo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said while panting.

Ron stood up.

"This is a weapon forged by Master Odysseus himself. It is an attempt by the master. As you know, ordinary staffs prefer to use osmanthus wood, moonwood, and black sycamore. Combined with mithril, they have advantages in magic penetration. But these staffs themselves are quite fragile and cannot withstand excessive impact. They are easily damaged or even broken." Morimo introduced in a rambling manner.

"Master Otis was prepared to change this situation, so he chose ironwood that had never been used by anyone, and it was still a hundred years old. As you know, ironwood is harder than steel. The magic forged from ironwood The staff has definitely reached its limit in terms of strength.”

"See that burl above? Trust me, it fits your needs perfectly."

"Moreover, Master Otis has only forged one such century-old ironwood magic wand. It is an out-of-print weapon, and you deserve it."

Only one was forged, isn't it because the century-old ironwood magic wand couldn't be sold at all? Apart from anything else, not many magicians can pick up this weight alone.

Why did the shortcomings turn into advantages when it came to this guy's mouth?

As expected of a salesperson.

Ron ignored Morimore's words and stretched out his right hand towards the magic wand.

"Be careful, it's heavy." Morlimo warned from the side.

If Ron hurt his wrist, there would be another trouble.

After all, the other party is a priest. Although Master Otis is very famous, he is only a craftsman and businessman after all, and his status is not on the same level as a priest.

He even wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself...but he was worried that if the young master didn't pick it up right away, would he become angry?

Morlimo regretted a little. Maybe he shouldn't have taken out the magic wand. This kind of young master, especially in front of his female companion, values ​​​​face most.

Once you can't pick it up, feel embarrassed, and make trouble here, it will be troublesome.

Morlimo wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Ron's fingertips had already landed on the ironwood, which was a little cold. A few fingers grasped the stick body. The next second, under Morimo's surprised eyes, the heavy ironwood left the table with a roar, and was Ron grabbed it with one hand.

He waved a few times casually.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The sound of tearing the air was heavy and textured.

The fat on Morimo's face kept trembling. He wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to make a fool of himself. He almost couldn't help but scream.

This century-old ironwood magic wand weighs eighty-two kilograms!

Not to mention magicians, even some weaker warriors would not be able to pick it up with one hand. Even if they could pick it up, they would never be able to wave it around like this.

Why did the magic wand that I groaned to death from exhaustion seem to have no weight at all in this guy's hand?

The most exaggerated thing is that this guy even used the magic wand as a slender sword and pulled out a sword flower... ah no, a wand flower!

He wanted to ask, are you really a mage?

Seeing the black staff whizzing past him, Morimo silently took two steps back. After all, if he didn't hold it firmly and it slipped out of his hand, his head would instantly turn into a watermelon hit by a hammer.

Finally, Ron stopped.

He took a look at the properties:

[Ironwood Staff: Purple is excellent, it is a staff, not a hammer! 】