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

Ron didn't understand why he had such strong feelings. He obviously had nothing to do with these skeletons.

Chaotic sounds began to ripple in his ears, including earth-shattering roars, the roar of the inverted galaxy, the wailing of death, and the helpless crying of despair...

Why am I so weak?

Where is the hope?

It was a collection of extremely negative emotions.

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

At this moment, the voice of calling sounded in his ears again, as if a beam of light freed Ron's consciousness from the whirlpool of despair.

Chasing the sound again, Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly stopped.

A huge stone tablet appeared in front of him.

Very big.

It was even bigger than the mountain-like skeletons I had seen before, but most of the area of ​​this huge stone tablet was obscured by the billowing black fog, making it difficult to see what was on it.

There was only a small gap in the corner.

When he saw the gap, Ron had a clear understanding. Could the mysterious stone slab still lying in his storage ring be cut from this stone tablet?

His gaze moved to the side, and right next to the gap in the stone tablet, there was a small piece of stone slab that was not obscured by the black mist.

There are several slates like this, surrounded by black mist. On the edges of the slates, countless black threads can be seen creeping out of the black mist, like tiny insects, crawling on the surface of the slates.

There seemed to be some traces engraved on the stone slab, some of which were not clear.

Ron got closer and floated for about half a minute. Ron finally gradually saw clearly what was on the stone slab closest to him.

It was a broken, bleak mural.

On the mural, there is a tall woman with black chains wrapped around her body. Behind her is a rising sun, her head raised high towards the black void.

Her appearance is stunningly beautiful.

She seemed to be half a head taller than Ron, but she didn't look bloated at all. Her slender figure perfectly matched the golden ratio. She was full of feminine gentleness and had an amazing body.

Her legs were very long, but they looked very harmonious against her tall figure. She was wearing armor, but the armor was very subtle, just covering her chest and hips, leaving her slender and toned legs and sexy waist with muscular lines completely exposed, like a heroic female warrior, but one could not help but wonder how much defense this little bit of armor could provide.

Her skin is not as white and delicate as that of ordinary women. Although it is delicate, it is full of health, adding a different kind of charm. Her long golden hair is spread out, as if the wind is blowing, and the curly blonde hair is swaying. The brilliant golden light was like the blazing sun at noon, and the black mist surrounding it made it impossible to even get close.

Two black shackles were tied at the ankles above the two beautiful, round feet with graceful curves.

Ron's throat squirmed, and an idea became clearer and clearer in his mind.

This is...the goddess of dawn, Ostara.

The image was somewhat different from what Ron had imagined. This was a heroic, beautiful, and powerful goddess of combat. She was like a dazzling sun.

Just as Ron was admiring the beautiful woman on the mural, the woman moved.

She looked in the direction of Ron, and he didn't know if it was Ron's illusion. He found that there seemed to be a gentle smile on the goddess's beautiful face.

Then she opened her arms.

Densely packed translucent tentacles sprouted from Ostara's back.

Just like when Ron saw the goddess statue for the first time in the Dawn Goddess Church.

Tentacles snaked in mid-air and wrapped around Ron.

Those tentacles were soft, delicate, and full of elasticity, like the sexiest skin on the goddess's body.

Under the tugging of the tentacles, Ron's soul moved uncontrollably in the direction of the goddess, and he showed a strange expression. As expected, the goddess was wrapped around him.

The closer the distance, the more Ron could feel Ostara's breathtaking beauty.

The smile on Ostara's face became more intense and gentle, and her eyes even carried a feeling that Ron couldn't describe, as if she was deeply nostalgic, and seemed to carry some unspeakable sadness.

Ron had countless doubts in his heart that he wanted to get answers to, but before he could open his mouth to ask, the two souls were already stuck together, and Ostara didn't give him a chance to say more.

At that moment, Ron's entire soul trembled.

what!

It's so sudden, yet somehow feels like letting it take its course.

Ron couldn't even describe what it felt like. It was like water and milk.

That is more satisfying and happy than having sex.

Their souls were entangled and merged with each other, savoring a beauty they had never experienced before.

Every particle in the soul is wrapped in soft and delicate warmth.

This is the bottom of the Black Sea, but Ron feels that his consciousness is floating in the clouds, and the soft sunlight is scattered on his body, lazily, making him unwilling to wake up from this feeling.

Perhaps, this is the so-called fusion of spiritual desires!

Like pure instinct, Ron's arms wrapped around the goddess's slender and toned waist.

His fingers began to dance on the goddess' body, savoring the bone-melting and soul-stirring beauty.

Ron could vaguely feel that something was flowing into his body along with Ostara's soul.

……

Time seems to have frozen.

I don’t know how long it took, but this beauty finally ended, like a wonderful dream that finally woke up.

The entangled souls gradually separated.

Almost at the same time, an evil and extremely cold eye suddenly appeared in the black void. The huge eyeballs moved slowly, as if wanting to look in the direction of Ron.

Ron's hair stood on end.

He didn't know what this mysterious evil eye actually was, but his instinct told him that he must not be stared at by this evil eye.

His will is trembling...

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

He was roaring.

He tried to wake up from this strange state.

At this moment, Ostara slowly raised her right hand, and with a pop, five fingers pierced her chest.

The slender fingers tightly grasped a bloody heart and handed it to Ron.

Ostara's beautiful eyes were still fixed on Ron. Her expression suddenly became somewhat sad, and her lips slightly opened:

"Don't, forget me!"

The next moment, Ron suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was still the pale bone ship, surrounded by the tranquil sea.

Holding the railing with one hand to support his soul, Ron gasped for breath. Although he had no real body, he had the illusion of being extremely tired.

After a long time, Ron finally recovered a little. He looked at Elsa. The system was still standing on the railing, staring at him quietly.

This heartless system had no idea that its host had just experienced a life-or-death escape.

However, beauty is beauty, even standing on the railing, she looks so elegant.

Looking at Elsa's back, Ron inexplicably had an idea. What if he hugged Elsa from behind and said, "I am the king of the world"?

Considering the huge failure under the Black Sea, the huge pale bones, and the carrion turned into thick mud, there seems to be nothing romantic about it.

Ron somewhat admired himself. After everything he had just experienced, such thoughts could still appear in his mind.

However, I don't know if it was Ron's illusion, but I always felt that Elsa's gaze towards him seemed to have become... colder? She seems angry?

What's there to be angry about? It felt like a girl whose boyfriend had been robbed, thinking to herself: I was the one who came first!

Shaking his head, Ron suppressed the strange thoughts that suddenly appeared in his heart. Elsa had that indifferent expression all day long, as if someone owed her money. This should be normal.

He was breathing slightly, staring at the black ocean below, with a very complicated expression on his face.

It is certain that the pale and huge bones at the bottom of the Black Sea are the remains of the fallen gods, and the thick mud is the rotten flesh and blood of the gods.

It is certain that the stone slab handed over to the original owner of this body by the mysterious old man was cut from the huge stone tablet at the bottom of the Black Sea!

The Black Sea is the boat for crossing the soul.

Apart from Ron and the beings summoned by Ron, only dead gods will appear here.

How did that mysterious old man actually manage to enter the Black Sea, even pull out a stone slab from the stone monument at the bottom of the Black Sea, and finally leave this world of the dead?

Could it be said that the mysterious old man is more exaggerated than the gods? Or is there any way he can circumvent the restrictions here?

And Ostara, the goddess of dawn!

The rising sun behind it is the symbol of the goddess of dawn.

Everything he had just experienced seemed to be just an illusion, but that extremely elegant figure, exquisite and perfect curves, delicate and elastic skin, and the trembling of soul collision were forever imprinted on his soul.

The taste of a goddess is really good.

But that is the supreme goddess, beautiful, elegant, noble, and powerful. Why would she lower her body and have spiritual communion with him, a mere human being? Ron didn't think he would have the charm to attract even a goddess.

Wrapping around his body seemed to be more than just a joke.

Why did Ostara dig out her heart, and why did she give it to herself?

In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in Ron's mind... Then, he thought of the first time he entered the temple and saw the statue of the goddess.

He received a gift from the goddess, the Heart of Ostara.

hum!

In an instant, Ron's soul trembled, as if a layer of goosebumps were growing on his soul.

Ron opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make any sound.

Ostara's Heart...that necklace...

It is really the heart of the goddess of dawn!

Another very important point is that Ostara had already transferred her heart to Ron when he entered the temple and saw the statue of the goddess. Then why is there a special demonstration on the stone tablet?

What exactly did He want to convey?

Recalling the bloody scene on the mural where the goddess of dawn, Ostara, inserted her fingers into her chest and pulled out her heart, Ron felt horrified.

And what finally emerged was the mysterious, cold evil eye.

Could it be that Ostara wanted to give her heart to herself to get a chance to live? Even if Ostara is destroyed, swallowed, and suppressed by the mysterious evil eye, can she still be revived through this heart?

So this heart is the anchor point for Ostara's resurrection?

Or, does she want to remind herself of something?

Think again of the introduction of Ostara's Heart: She will become your second heart!

A certain idea became more and more clear in Ron's mind.

Perhaps, this is the salvation given to him by the Dawn Goddess.

This is also his opportunity to fight against the repairman next!

But what does that sentence, "Don't forget me," mean?

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Chapter 68 Two Coffins (2)

Even if it was an illusion or a dream, Ron swore that he would never forget the bone-crushing ecstasy.

For a long time, Ron shook his head before suppressing these chaotic thoughts.

He looked down at the palm of his hand. The fragment of Ostara and all the information stored inside had disappeared after being poured into Ron's soul, as if they had never existed.

That is a complete set of cultivation methods, which is more complete than all the cultivation methods currently preserved by the Dawn Goddess Church combined.

It records the most sophisticated meditation methods, recipes for making potions, and some secret techniques that have been lost in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Of course, the content in the fragment is not perfect. If Ron relied on the content in this fragment, he would be able to cultivate to the realm of disaster at most.