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

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A few seconds later, Deina's calm face showed obvious changes for the first time:

"His soul..."

"Disappeared?"

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Chapter 66 The Call of the Goddess (Early Morning)

Ron's soul disappeared?

"This is impossible!" Serafina's face changed drastically. Originally due to Ron's recovery from his injury, her face gradually gained a trace of rosiness, and suddenly she became as pale as paper.

The tall body was trembling, and the white teeth were biting hard on the lips. Just now, Ron had smashed Herman's chest with the ironwood staff, telling them that the mass of rotten, hairy meat was the real body of the black beast.

How much time has passed, how could Ron's soul disappear for no reason?

Next to him, Virgil's expression was extremely gloomy, and his hands were clenched subconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what's going on. I've never encountered such a weird thing." Deina sighed with regret.

"I need to go back to find the Great Saint... Perhaps, Her Majesty the Great Saint will come in person."

After all, Ron killed Herman, but for this reason, the Great Saint would not just sit idly by!

Virgil's expression suddenly turned strange... He knew that his good brother's life and death were unknown now, and he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he couldn't help it.

Saint Christian, the wife of the vice-pope.

It’s someone else’s wife!

If the Great Saint approaches Ron, will the vice-pope's crown be dazzlingly green?

Virgil looked at Serafina, and then he shook his head, no, absolutely not, after all, that is the Great Saint!

……

There is no wind, but the black ocean is filled with tiny waves.

The pale bone ship is still sailing in the center of the Black Sea. No one knows where it is going. Perhaps it has never moved and is just floating quietly on the sea.

Ron's soul appeared on the Soul Crossing Boat, and he grinned... No matter what, he won this confrontation with the repairman.

Although this was only a small victory, it was enough to make Ron happy. It at least proved that fate was not invincible.

Thanks to the arrangement of Agnes as a back-up man in advance, otherwise, he really wouldn’t be able to withstand Vice-Pope Apu.

Agnes is not as strong as the great saint Christian... If she can contact Christian, it is definitely the safest, but Agnes is fine. Ron really doesn't want to have anything to do with the great saint...

After all, the great saint likes to kill the goose and lay eggs... If possible, Ron wouldn't even want to see the great saint.

Ron will not relax because of this victory. He knows that the next time the world line is closed, it will definitely be even more cruel.

He heard the sound of Elsa's prompt from the system.

[The system prompts that it is trying to reshape the world line and is looking at you. ]

Interfered with the attempt! 】

This is the second time that the messy asterisk has appeared, and it has a little more content than the first time.

And they might be two beings at a higher level than the repairman, he couldn't even know the names of these two beings!

First, he tried to reshape the world line and cast his gaze on him, but *** interfered with this.

There is no doubt that they and the repairman should be in the same system and their goals are the same.

They should be on his side, at least for now. The *** is very powerful, but after being stopped, they are no longer able to interfere with the repairman's actions!

Ron rubbed his head helplessly. There was too little information and it was difficult to analyze much useful content. This may be an existence that he currently does not have the strength to understand.

Looking at the stars hanging high in the sky above his head, he felt lonely for no reason. The last time he came to the Soul Ferry, Ron's voice "You are here" scared him.

But this time, the peaceful space made Ron feel lonely.

Fortunately, Elsa is with me.

It's just that Elsa talks very little, and even if she wants to communicate with Elsa, she can't do it. Apart from issuing death warnings and mission rewards, Elsa won't say one more word to him.

You are aloof, aloof and aloof, you are amazing, okay?

Seeing Elsa quietly flying away from him, her white toes lightly stepping on the railing, Ron complained in his heart.

Although it would never talk to him, this system would often make some inexplicable actions without his orders as the host.

For example, she suddenly emerged from his body, hooked her hands around his neck, and lay on his back.

For example, sitting on his shoulders, a pair of calves dangling on his chest.

Did this guy use his body as a seat or something?

He is obviously the host, right?

Ron felt that he had to find an opportunity to train Elsa and let Elsa understand who was the master. Otherwise, Elsa might always be on top.

"Ai..." Ron wanted to call Elsa and let Elsa learn how to respect her master.

As soon as he made a little sound, he immediately took a sharp breath of cold air.

hiss!

Soul trembles.

pain!

It hurts!

His soul felt as if it was stuffed into a violently spinning egg beater, being ground into paste and causing him excruciating pain.

Only then did Ron realize that his situation was far worse than he had imagined.

The emptiness and suffering caused by a highly overdrawn soul made Ron extremely uncomfortable.

Then, Ron thought of a very strange question. Why could he continue to stay on the soul boat when his soul was in such a bad state and his spirit was exhausted? According to the previous two experiences, he should be forcibly sent back when his spirit is exhausted.

Doubts flashed through Ron's mind, and the torment in his soul soon made it impossible for him to continue thinking about this issue.

The soul trembled, and then I felt my toes touching something.

He endured the severe pain and looked down, and saw a book with a gleaming silver cover.

Ron was very sure that there was no such thing on the deck of the Soul Ferry. He squatted down tremblingly, picked up the book, and stroked the cover with his fingers, which was a little warm. A few words on the cover also caught Ron's eyes:

Fragments of Ostara (Part 1)!

This is his reward after completing this death warning.

Ostara, the honorable name of the goddess of dawn.

As expected of a broken chapter, we actually got an upper part. Could it be that there is a middle part and a lower part? There won't be any extras, right?

Although it hurt, Ron still couldn't help complaining.

He didn't think too much and subconsciously opened the fragment of Ostara... As soon as his eyes fell on it, Ron frowned.

The paper inside is pure white, without any color.

A wordless heavenly book?

Is it necessary to use some special method to make the writing appear on the paper?

Or do we have to collect the upper, middle and lower parts to unlock the true secret of Ostara's fragment?

Several different guesses appeared in Ron's mind, but before Ron could judge the specific situation, he felt that the picture he saw in front of him suddenly changed, and the originally pure white paper seemed to turn into a whirlpool.

Twisted and obscure words jumped out of the whirlpool one by one, like tiny tornadoes pouring into Ron's eyes.

hum...

The soul body swayed violently.

The surging flow of information poured in instantly, and Ron's soul swelled.

If Ron could still endure the stinging pain in his soul before, now he was really about to reach his limit, and his soul seemed to be bursting.

A low and depressed groan began to come from his throat.

The movement here finally caught Elsa's attention.

His eyes were already covered by dense text, and he didn't see at all that Elsa, who had been very quiet on the railing, suddenly opened her arms as if she was hugging something.

In the sky above our heads, countless stars bloomed with unprecedented dazzling light, the darkness was completely dispelled, the black sea showed a quiet blue, and the whole world was eccentric.

It was like a pair of eyes, watching the tiny figure below.

Purple, red, blue, green, orange...

Wisps of light fell from the starry sky and silently gathered above Ron's head.

In an instant, Ron's head seemed to become the center of various lights, and a melodious melody seemed to ring in his ears. It was soothing, peaceful, and the tearing pain gradually dissipated, and his restless soul was calmed.

Ron's soul began to move.

Circle after circle, absorbing the soft light blooming from the stars, with each circle, Ron's spirit became stronger.

"Ostara...Ostara...Ostara...Ostara..."

At the same time, a certain sound kept echoing in Ron's ears faintly!

As if it was some kind of guidance, Ron followed it subconsciously.

It was a very strange feeling, as if he had left the Soul Crossing Boat.

He could feel some soft liquid sliding around him.

That's the water of the Black Sea.

Here comes the second chapter, let me tell you a funny thing... We posted a single chapter on Tuesday, please read it. I always thought that Sanjiang was looking at Tuesday’s data, but today the editor told me that Sanjiang was looking at Monday’s data. I……

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Then the editor asked me how much I would update every day in the future. I said 10,000 per day, and then the editor criticized me. Who can read this book if 10,000 per day is enough? My dear, isn’t that 15,000 per day? I...

Chapter 67 The Taste of the Goddess (Modified Version)

"Ostara...Ostara...Ostara..."

The sound echoed in Ron's ears, and he chased the syllables through the black sea.

It was a woman's voice, and her voice was full of warmth. Just by listening to that voice, it was as if one could feel an embrace full of tolerance, which made one feel peaceful and want to fall asleep in that embrace.

Unknowingly, Ron had dived to the bottom of the sea... The bottom of the sea was covered with dark brown mud.

Suddenly, he saw a trace of white ahead.

It's a contrasting color in a sea of change.

Ron's subconscious drifted toward the white patch, which was getting closer and closer, and Ron could see it more clearly.

A pure white mountain ridge, slightly curved, forming an arched arc...

No, that's not a ridge.

It was... a pure white rib.

Huge and slender.

A powerful being once died here. The body was soaked in the black sea and rotted, leaving only the pale skeleton forever.

Looking further away, more and more skeletons appeared in front of Ron's eyes, more crowded than the stars in the sky.

The indescribable sadness made Ron's soul tremble.

Look at the dark brown mud under your feet... that's not mud, that's rotten flesh.