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

Deina and Agnes both looked envious. They were not ordinary people. Naturally, they could tell at a glance that Dolores was receiving some kind of inheritance.

This is a great opportunity.

Without exception, those who can carry out this kind of inheritance are extremely powerful masters. Even Christian cannot do it.

In other words, the soul wrapped around Ron's arm is an existence that has exceeded the limit of legendary level, destruction level, or... mythical level?

It was obvious that everyone present was at a higher level than Ron, but one by one they found out helplessly that even if Ron's level was not high, the level Ron was at seemed to be something they would never be able to reach.

"Sir, that soul..." Everyone was filled with doubts, but Christian finally asked boldly.

"Sally, Sally Andre, the sister of the blasphemer Archibald." Ron exhaled and said slowly, not hiding anything.

Although the Blasphemy involved some very exaggerated things, Sally was fine, even telling a few people was totally fine.

However, Ron still underestimated the impact of the name Blasphemer's Sister.

Originally, Christian and the others were still wondering where this master came from and could actually carry out such power inheritance. Now that they heard that she was the sister of the blasphemer, it was not surprising.

After all, that is a blasphemer.

His sister may not be as powerful as him, but her strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even someone as proud as Christian doesn't see any problem with this at all.

"In the secret room down there..."

Faced with another question from Christian, Ron still didn't hide anything. He simply described what happened next. Of course, he concealed some dangerous content. There was no need for these women to worry about him.

But even so, several women were shocked to hear that even the six-winged fallen angel appeared. How could the war weapon secretly made by the Andre family be weak?

Listening to the previous voice, the monster had been fighting the six-winged fallen angel for a long time. Facing such an enemy, even the strongest Christian could not help much. Even if it was just the aftermath of the battle, it would probably It was too much for Christian to bear.

Several women felt a little sad.

Normally, they are all proud of their own strength and feel that they are the rare masters in this huge Twilight Continent. But now they find out helplessly that when they encounter a truly powerful enemy, their own strength will not be able to defeat them at all. Not worth mentioning.

These women have different personalities, but they are all very proud at heart.

When they didn't want something to really happen, they could only watch from afar, unable to do anything. After a long time passed, Christian finally spoke slowly: "Sir, tell me, if I really Can someone who can cut off those shackles also become such a strong person?"

Ron turned to look at Christian. Ron could feel the perseverance in Christian's eyes. He knew that it would be difficult to persuade Christian. After a brief hesitation, he finally spoke slowly: "Yes. "

Christian let out a long sigh of relief.

Although it is difficult, at least there is hope.

"But you also need to understand that once you take that step, from now on, you may face endless hardships. Maybe you have strong strength, but soon you will find that You can't do anything with just a little strength. Destiny may rewrite a destiny for you... In this destiny, you will have a bad life. Maybe you may choke to death even if you take a sip of cold water, or you may be killed by someone from the building on the way. He was killed by a falling flowerpot."

"Perhaps, for some inexplicable reason, you will provoke some enemies who have nothing to do with you..."

"Perhaps, a group of bastards who call themselves the guardians of destiny will jump out and want to correct your destiny, adjust your destiny back to its original state, or... kill you directly."

Christian's expression kept changing.

Although Ron kept using words like maybe, maybe, Christian could feel from his voice that it was not maybe, but something that would definitely happen. Perhaps, Ron was experiencing all this now.

"I know, but..."

"I will write my own destiny." Christian took a deep breath and said slowly.

Although this sentence is not as domineering as the "I am determined by my destiny", it still contains the unchanging will.

She is worthy of being a great saint, and she is worthy of being Christian.

……

the other side.

In the dense forest, the fighting has subsided.

Bloody sky.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest was covered with a light layer of red mist.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of broken internal organs made people sick.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, and most of these corpses were wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guards and royal magicians.

"Damn it, you let that bastard Holt get away." Dominic waved his arm casually, shaking off a piece of internal organs stuck to his sleeve, and cursed angrily.

Next to him, Apu's face was also gloomy, and Grand Duke Smlet's face was also very ugly.

Ron was a monster before, so many people were dispatched but could not be solved. This time, I thought it would be a sure thing for four masters to surround Holt, but in the end, they let this guy slip away.

Is this guy the reincarnation of a loach, so slippery?

Of course, it's not without any results.

At least, Holt's elite Guards and Magician Corps had been basically slaughtered.

Even if Holt is still alive, all his foundations have been destroyed, and he will be alone from now on.

"What should we do now?" Carlo suddenly spoke.

It was a confusing sentence, but everyone knew what it meant.

Now they have defeated Holt, but they all know that even if they kill Holt, it is not a victory at all. The real threat has not been eliminated at all.

Ron, still alive.

Ron's existence is like a sword of Damocles, always hanging above everyone's head, and may be smashed down at any time, and once it falls, death will be inevitable.

"How about we each find a way and run away..." Dominic said slowly.

"Isn't this a bit embarrassing?" Smlet frowned.

"Do you want dignity, or do you want life?" Apu said slowly: "Do you still want to return to Adams? Don't forget, we teamed up to besiege Ron at the beginning. That guy will retaliate, although now he wants to find De Loris, you don’t have time to come over and cause trouble for us, but when things are over with him, will he go door to door to take revenge?”

"Damn it, the Smlet family is a noble family that has been inherited for eight thousand years." Grand Duke Smlet clenched his fists with humiliation on his face.

"Forget it, I don't even care about the king, let alone a grand duke like you. Don't forget how the grand duke Egbert died..."

"For now, let's run away. Adams can't stay any longer. However, I suggest that we run together and have some kind of care." Apu rolled his eyes and said.

"If we separate and run away, we will definitely die if Ron catches up with us. But if we gather together, we can still resist a little bit."

"Then where can we go?"

"Spang Theocracy!" Apu quickly said a name.

"The Spang Theocracy is preparing to go to war with Granville. Those of us who go there will definitely gain a good position..."

Quite simply, Apu is ready to commit treason.

For a high-ranking person like Apu, the concept of country is actually very indifferent. The idea of ​​loyalty to the king and patriotism has never appeared in Apu's mind. If not, how could he have wanted to be with Holt before? Fighting for control of the Kingdom of Granville?

As long as he can make a comeback, treason is treason. There is no problem in being a leader. As long as he can get benefits, he doesn't mind leading the way for the people of Spang Theocracy.