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

That is truly the strongest person in the entire Twilight Continent.

Even a baby dragon that is only a few days old has catastrophic strength, and an adult dragon can at least be as powerful as a hero.

Such a powerful being gathered hundreds of giant dragons, but not only failed to break the blockade of the Golden City, but they all even died?

What is the origin of this giant city, and why can it release such terrifying power?

Serafina subconsciously looked at Ron next to her, only to find that Ron was just smiling enigmatically, as if she had expected this outcome.

The elegant neck swallowed: "Then..."

Virgil smiled bitterly: "The Dragon King was furious and gathered thousands of powerful dragons, preparing to take action in a week to completely destroy the blockade outside the Golden City."

Serafina smiled bitterly.

It is indeed the most barbaric race.

Although the dragon clan is the ruler of the Dusk Continent, it does not mean that the ruled lives have much respect for the dragons... They are more afraid of the dragon's power.

As for wisdom... By the way, does the dragon have such a thing?

The death of hundreds of giant dragons will not scare the dragons. On the contrary, it will stimulate the wildness of the dragons. Since hundreds of giant dragons can't handle it, then thousands!

All problems that can be solved by violence are not problems.

After Virgil finished speaking, both of them looked at Ron. They both wanted to know what the prophet thought about the current situation.

Ron's smile faded slightly. He glanced at the Golden City, which was still clear even from a long distance, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The end of the dragon race... is here."

Gudong!

Even though they had expected it, Virgil and Serafina's expressions still changed.

That is the Dragon Clan, the most powerful existence that has ruled the entire world for thousands of years. How could it be possible to usher in the end so easily?

Ron's fingers stroked the wine glass in front of him: "Virgil, tell them that the blockade outside the Golden City is a long-lost magic circle. No one knows the name of the magic circle... but, perhaps it can be called the Infinite Rebound Magic Circle?"

Although the city has been sealed off, Virgil naturally has a way to convey the message. If that doesn't work, Serafina is right next to her, so why not open a backdoor head office?

"This magic circle itself has no destructive power, but when it encounters an attack, it can bounce back the attack with 200% of its power."

Swish!

Both Virgil and Serafina looked pale.

If what Ron said is true...thousands of giant dragons attack together, with 200% power...this destructive power may really be enough to flood the entire Dragon Valley!

But it's not too late now. As long as the dragon clan is informed of the news, everything will be fine...

But at this moment, Ron suddenly pressed down, his eyes swept over Virgil and Seraphina, with a strange smile on his lips: "So, Bishop Virgil, Miss Seraphina...will you tell the dragon clan about this information?"

Virgil and Serafina subconsciously wanted to open their mouths.

But when the words came to their lips, they suddenly stopped. The expressions on their faces kept changing, and finally turned into a helpless bitter smile.

The Dragon Clan is really going to die!

Although we already know the future and the crisis, the Dragon Clan is still going to die.

On the surface, Ron was asking Virgil and Seraphina if they wanted to use this opportunity to save the dragon clan...

But, in fact, as Virgil and Serafina, they are not qualified to contact the Dragon Clan at all... Yes, the Dragon Clan is so proud, and there are only those who are qualified to enter the Dragon Valley and receive an interview from the Dragon King. Kings of major kingdoms, popes of churches, saints, queens of elves, patriarchs of orcs, etc...

Virgil is just a branch bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Serafina was just the daughter of a marquis, and her heroic strength was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the dragon.

They simply did not have the qualifications or opportunity to enter the Dragon Valley, meet the Dragon King, and convey information. Even if you barely meet a giant dragon, with the dragon's arrogance and cruelty, you will not be able to receive any thanks. It is more likely that you will be sprayed into slag by a breath of dragon because you cursed the dragon, despised the power of the dragon.

The only remaining way is to inform the higher-ups of the kingdom and church about this information and convey it on their behalf.

But, will King Holt do this?

Would Archdeacon Apu do this?

No one who is a true careerist wants to have a more powerful and terrifying being above him, who can destroy him at any time.

King Holt 473 of Granville seems incompetent on the surface, but in fact, under Holt's manipulation, the influence of the aristocracy is concentrating on the royal family. Several of his descendants are also very outstanding. Moreover, Holt 473 is one of the strongest in the entire Granville Kingdom. This is definitely not something that an incompetent monarch can do.

The Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn is old, and many things in the church are managed by Herman's father, Vice-Pope Ap Montgomery.

And this man's ambition is well known to everyone.

It is almost certain that even if the higher-ups get the information, they will definitely keep it secret.

They will watch the dragon clan perish.

After losing the dragon suppression, what followed was... war!

Except for a very small number of people, not many people want to see blood flowing and corpses scattered everywhere. When Virgil and Serafina looked at each other, they could feel the depression in each other's eyes. It was clear that the singing and dancing were peaceful at the moment, but the invisible pressure had already made the two of them breathless.

Ron still had a smile on his face: "Oh, you two, please don't think so far. Really... let's deal with Larnaca City first."

Serafina's heart trembled slightly: "Ron, you said before that Larnaca City will perish?"

Virgil's eyes narrowed. Even he didn't know this news.

"If we don't do something, destruction is imminent." Ron took a sip of the wine in front of him, which was sweet and cold.

"Could it be that this is also the sequelae of the dragon clan's demise?" Serafina asked.

"No, this has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan." Ron shook his head slightly, his face showing some compassion: "This is the sequelae brought about by the appearance of the Golden City."

"I once glimpsed the future... People dragged their rotting bodies along the streets of Bruno, their mouths opened and roared like wild beasts."

"They bared their fangs and tore into the flesh of normal humans."

"They don't know pain or fear. They seem to be summoned by the necromancer and wander in the lightless night."

"The black beast led its loyal servants. They advanced, they trampled, they destroyed, they ruined..."

The hoarse voice and suppressed tone made Seraphina and Virgil's scalps tingle and an invisible chill permeate their bodies. They imagined the scene and tiny bumps appeared on their skin.

"What...is that?" Virgil asked after a long while, moving his throat.

"The black beast and its infected!"

After a brief pause, Ron said again: "They are the guards of the young god, and they exist to protect the young god."

Infected person?

Black beast?

Young God?

The name they had never heard of made both of them a little confused.

"Young God, what is it?" Serafina asked.

Ron obviously revealed a lot of information, but the more she knew, the more Serafina felt that she was ignorant, and her mind seemed to be more confused.

Ron didn't answer. He just glanced out the window and saw the golden city floating in the sky far away: "Do you know what that is?"

Virgil raised his eyebrows: "City of Gold?"

"No, it's the Twilight Temple."

"It is the imperial tomb of the Twilight Dynasty that ruled the entire world eight thousand years ago... There, a large amount of wealth, knowledge, and power that has long been forgotten by the world is stored. Also lying there are the remains of the Twilight Kings of the Twilight Dynasty."

"A king...is awakening!"

hiss!

Although they had already received enough shocks in this period of time, at this moment, when they heard these words, Serafina and Virgil both took a deep breath.

The origin of the Golden City is even more exaggerated than you might imagine.

Twilight Dynasty?

The Twilight Clan!

It is an existence that requires the gathering of all intelligent life in the entire Twilight Continent, including the giant dragons, and even relies on the assistance of the gods... That's right, it is not a certain god, but the assistance of the gods to suppress it.

And a Twilight King is awakening?

what……

Ron was an understatement, this was no longer a disaster.

This is the end of the world!

"Of course, the Twilight King will not wake up so easily." Ron continued: "Before the Twilight King wakes up, his children will be the first to wake up from their slumber, hatch from the eggshell, and be born from the placenta!"

"These are the young gods."

"And the most loyal guard will offer the most delicious, sweet, and nutritious blood and heart to his master."

"How many young gods are there?"

Ron shook his head: "I don't know, maybe dozens, hundreds, or even thousands?"

"No one knows how many heirs the Twilight King has. What I know is... even in his deep sleep, the Twilight King who is about to wake up is still giving birth to offspring in a special way."

Seraphina moved her throat slightly: "What about the black beasts? How many are there?"

"do not know!"

Ron still gave the same answer: "I only know that the number of black beasts is dozens or hundreds of times that of the young gods."

"Currently, I only know of the existence of one black beast..."

"Who is it? Where is it?" Virgil asked immediately.

"Herman!"

Vergil and Serafina's eyes suddenly shrank.

……

The Kingdom of Granville.

Empire.

The main church of the Church of Dawn Goddess.

A middle-aged man wearing a white gold robe was walking quickly through the corridor.

He was in his forties, strong and healthy, with a tall torso, handsome face, and golden eyes that shone like the sun. He was a very attractive man...especially for those girls who were attracted to older men, this man was extremely charming.

Apu Montgomery!

Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn!

But at this moment, this elegant and noble man frowned.

Not long ago, he felt it.

Eden, Simon, and Mattie all died. They were the bodyguards specially arranged by Ap Montgomery for his only son Herman.

He used special means to control the life and death of the three people, which was enough to ensure their loyalty.

But not long ago, the threads tied by the three people to Apu were all broken.

The only son Hermann is in danger!

This sudden situation did not seem to have any impact on Apu Montgomery. There was no trace of nervousness or worry on his face, and his steps were unhurried. He could even respond to the greetings of other clergymen with a gentle smile on his face. .

"Where you're going... it's best not to leave headquarters."

Just when Apu walked to the door of the church, a voice suddenly came from the side.

There is a hint of hoarseness in the laziness.

The sound is neither crisp nor pleasant, but it seems to be full of magnetism and carries a unique charm.

From the corner of his eye, he could see a tall figure to the side.

She was a woman in her thirties, but time had not left many traces on her body. At first glance, she looked only in her twenties. Her mature charm and tight and sexy figure formed an unparalleled temptation.

Her figure was plump, extremely plump.

The chest of the saint's dress is about to burst. It is obviously a conservative and holy saint's dress, but when worn by this woman, it exudes seductive desire. The fabric sticks to her skin, revealing her uneven curves, fully displaying her beauty, and her round and plump legs support her plump body.

The plain long skirt covered her ankles, revealing only a pair of white and tender feet. She was not wearing shoes or socks, just stepping on the cold floor.

A pair of cold eyes did not look at Ap Montgomery, but the vice-pope felt the sight.

His body stopped.