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

A deep feeling of powerlessness is tormenting the broken soul filled with fear.

The night wind blew by, and the strong smell of blood gradually dissipated.

The weather was not cold, but both Lidya and Vera were shivering all over. They both knew that this time, they were in trouble.

Grasping the bloody ironwood staff with one hand, Ron grinned, and his deep voice echoed in the night: "From today on, I, Ron, will no longer have any connection with the Copperfield family."

From this moment on, Ron completely cut off all the entanglements in the past.

Lydia sighed and grabbed her hair in annoyance, causing her originally smooth hair to become messy.

The attempt to win over Ron failed completely, and Melville died. This was probably the worst ending.

She looked at Ron with complicated eyes: "Actually, after I heard that you were a prophet, I gave up assassinating you..."

"After all, if you are truly a prophet, bringing you back to the Theocracy will be of great help to the Theocracy, and the Theocracy is your home country."

"But Melville didn't obey my orders."

"And now, you killed Melville again. In order to appease your grandfather's anger, I can only capture you... I'm sorry, this process may not be too gentle. If you are not careful, you may be killed."

No, not accidentally.

Even if Ron was not a prophet, he must have similar abilities.

If such an existence could be used by the Spang Theocracy, it would definitely bring great benefits to the Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church.

But Ron has completely broken up with the Spang Theocracy. Perhaps, trying to assassinate Ron from the beginning was a mistake.

Until now, Lidya's heart is filled with regret.

But regret will not interfere with Lydia's decision. Ron stayed in the Kingdom of Granville, which was a disaster for the Theocracy.

Before, with Melville as a hostage in Ron's hands, Lydia did not dare to act rashly, but now, the hostage is dead.

The shackles that restricted the witch no longer exist!

It has nothing to do with personal grudges. For the sake of the Theocracy, Ron must die!

In some ways, Lydia is a woman somewhat similar to Dolores.

Whether it is the eldest princess or the third princess, they all have their own country in their hearts, and they are willing to give everything for this country.

Even after killing Ron, there was a high chance that she would not be able to escape from Granville alive.

Of course, there is another reason.

Her body had that terrible reaction to the sight of Ron.

No matter how unwilling Lidya was to accept it, she had to admit that it was desire.

She didn't know what the reason was, but she was sure that when she tried to control Ron with consciousness manipulation, she suffered some kind of special erosion. This erosion caused her to look like Ron whenever she saw him. The most shameless prostitute is as hairy as the most shameless prostitute.

And the only way she wants to return to normal is to eliminate the source of the erosion, which is Ron!

call!

In the night, paleness surges.

The long hair on Lidya's back was fluttering in the wind.

Above the head, a layer of clouds originally covered the sky.

But at this moment, the thick clouds dispersed to both sides automatically, and the silvery moonlight scattered from the sky again. It was like rivers running in the night, gathering on Lydia's long hair and igniting little fireflies.

In an instant, Lidya was as elegant and noble as a goddess descending from the bright moon.

A black mask appeared in Lidya's palm, covering that soft and enchanting face.

Above the black mask, there is a crescent moon.

The moment he saw the mask, Ron, who had always been very calm, suddenly changed his expression.

He has seen this mask before.

There is almost no difference between the mask on the face of the black girl in the ship, the cabin, and the two coffins.

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Chapter 101 The Witch’s Fear (Eight Thousand)

Why, as a witch, would Lydia wear such a mask?

Looking closely, Ron discovered that Lydia's attire was strangely similar to that of the girl in the coffin, the same black Gothic-style long skirt, the same petite body, the same flat face...

Ahem, in short, if Lydia was lying on the ground now, Ron would even have the illusion that the mysterious girl in the coffin suddenly ran out of the soul boat.

What is the relationship between her and the girl in black in the coffin of the Soul Crossing Boat?

Ron wanted to ask, but now was obviously not the time.

Under the moonlight, the witch's aura is growing stronger.

There seemed to be pairs of transparent eyes and indescribable faces around her body, like countless ghosts, constantly spinning around Lydia.

Densely packed, like female arms and hands, they were rapidly emerging from the shadows on the ground, with Lydia's position as the center, wriggling, supporting, entwining Lydia's body, floating in the air, making one's scalp tingle at the sight.

The slender fingers all have sharp nails, as if they are trying to grab something.

Seeing Lidya's appearance, Vera's expression changed instantly: "Lidya, don't..."

Vera's body rushed towards Lidya, trying to stop her, just like she had tried to stop Ron from killing Melville. She had already lost a brother and didn't want to see another brother die in front of her. .

However, it was tragic that Vera was just a woman, not valued by her family like Melville was. She did not have countless potions to assist her practice, and everything depended on her own efforts. Her talent was only okay, and at this age, her catastrophic strength was already good, but it was not enough to face a witch like Lydia.

And she didn't have a very bright mind. If Saint Kaya hadn't secretly told her, she wouldn't even have known about Ron's assassination.

She didn't know how to stop Lidya, the only way she could think of was to rush forward.

But several arms reached over at a faster speed than Vera, entangled Vera's body, dragged her backwards, and even blocked her mouth. No matter how Vera struggled, it was useless. Those translucent arms showed a toughness beyond imagination.

Lydia's body quickly became illusory and hazy, like a pure light and shadow. She suddenly opened her mouth, and a sharp scream suddenly came out from her lips that had turned pale.

That sound was extremely penetrating and extremely sharp. It was simply not a sound that a normal human being could make.

hum!

Ron's head suddenly felt dizzy, and his body seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer. His head was buzzing, and the sharp sound was like a long-lasting wave that kept echoing.

The nostrils felt hot, and two streams of bright red blood flowed down the top of the lips and rolled into the mouth, tasting fishy and salty.

With his body swaying, Ron quickly added all the 500 free attribute points he had just obtained to his mind, and the confusion and severe pain in his mind suddenly eased a lot.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that Charlene in front of him was also swaying slightly, and her face was extremely pale, but she was still much better than him.

Although Vera tried to stop Lidya, Lidya still provided shelter for Vera, and she was not affected by the scream.

As for Dolores further back.

The princess was not affected at all.

As the only normal princess in the entire Holt family, even if Holt 474 occasionally suspects that this is not his daughter, there is absolutely nothing to say about her treatment.

Dolores's strength may not be the best among everyone present, but she definitely has the most treasures.

On the slender finger, a silver-white ring spread out circles of soft white light, surrounding Dolores' body. Lydia's scream was completely isolated and failed to cause any harm to Dolores. In terms of damage, it would be better to say that the princess didn't even move from beginning to end.

Of course, this scream was far more than just a mental shock.

creak creak...

As soon as the screams ended, a scalp-numbing sound, like bone friction, began to penetrate the ears.

Ron lowered his head, his throat moving uncontrollably as he desperately swallowed the saliva that was madly growing in his mouth. Although Ron already knew how strange Lydia's abilities were, he was still horrified when he saw it with his own eyes. On the ground in front of him, there was only a human pig left, Melville... No, it wasn't even a human pig, after all, a human pig at least had a head, and Melville's head was smashed.

He only had one torso left, but at this moment, this torso, which had long since lost its heartbeat, actually began to squirm on the ground in a very strange way.

He seemed to be trying to get up, but without limbs, he couldn't even get up. He looked like a giant round flesh worm.

Immediately afterwards, creaking and rustling sounds began to come from all around.

A black shadow first appeared in front of everyone, and it was a secret guard in brocade clothes.

His chest had been penetrated, and there was no heart at all inside the bowl-like hole. He was obviously dead long ago.

But at this moment, he moved his stiff body and walked towards this side step by step.

The eyes were wide and gray, without any normal color at all.

More and more figures appeared.

laugh!

On the ground not far in front of Ron, a pale claw suddenly emerged from the ground.

In this vast area of ​​land, countless people had died and countless bones had been buried over thousands of years. In a short period of time, Ron could see large numbers of pale skeletons all around him, with dirt and leaves hanging on their bodies.

A strange, scarlet light was flashing in the eye sockets of the skull.

Wherever Lidya's voice went, she was within the summoning range.

In a short period of time, exaggerated undead legions have been formed.

The so-called witch is more like a necromancer. In fact, Lydia is the necromancer.

Charlene retreated quietly and stayed by Ron's side.

On both sides of Lidya, two tall knights with a height of more than two meters suddenly appeared. They were wearing black full-body armor and holding two-handed broadswords that were difficult for normal people to wield. Through the gaps in the visors, one could peek inside. A stiff and twisted face, and a scarlet light like a flame.

Death Knight!

High-level death creature.

A warrior whose destructive power is not lower than that of a hero.

With these two undead knights, Charlene knew that she had no chance of getting close to Lidya.

Even if she went through the underground and attacked secretly, Lydia was still floating in the air, and the indescribable faces, eyes, and arms surrounding Lydia made it impossible for her to get close.

Charlene's scalp tingled, and she felt a dense layer of sweat on her palms that were tightly holding the dagger. This was an enemy she had never faced before.

The surrounding area has been sealed off, and Lidya seems to have a winning chance.

She turned sideways, glanced at Dolores and Charlene, and finally landed on Ron: "You don't think that just a heroic assassin and a heroic magic warrior can stop me, do you?"

As a witch, Lydia has the confidence to suppress two heroes at the same time!

puff!

Before Ron could speak, Dolores next to her seemed to have heard some funny joke, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She was really curious about where this so-called witch got the courage to show off like this in a foreign country and in front of a princess like her.

Several fingers had been raised, and Dolores was about to give an order, but suddenly stopped because she found that Ron, who had been standing quietly in place, suddenly moved.

Everything that happened tonight, hunting down the secret guards, the executioners, subduing the assassins of the Eternal Freedom Sect, guiding Melville and the Judge of Hell to hunt each other, Ron was like a quiet chess player, guiding the direction of the game.

She really wanted to see what kind of surprises her lover could bring her.

"Master?" Charlene looked at Ron who was passing her in confusion and spoke in surprise.

"It's okay..." Ron's voice was as calm as ever: "It's okay, Charlene, just look at me..."

He wanted to say, "Look, I'm just showing off," but he changed his words because it would damage his image. If it was any other witch, Ron might be a little scared, but he was not afraid of Lydia at all!

Ron would never forget how many strategies he had made and how many times he had honed his techniques in order to kill Lydia, who had become a BOSS. It was imprinted on his bones and melted into his soul.

As he spoke, Ron raised his ironwood staff and walked towards Lydia who was standing opposite him.

Lidya frowned slightly, she didn't expect that at this time, Ron could still be so calm.

It was as if her belief had been challenged, and Lydia couldn't bear it. She took a deep breath, waved her hand, and densely packed pale skeletons surrounded Ron.

"Yes, kill him, kill him, kill him..." In the undead crystal, Melville's soul was howling madly.

He was already dead, but even if there was only one soul left, he would still see Ron's blood spurting out with his rotten eyes.

Ron must die, must die... This is the obsession imprinted in the deepest part of Melville's soul.

call……

Ron's body began to spin, and the ironwood staff swept across the surroundings.

Blade storm!