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

The younger elves still didn't understand what was going to happen next. They were still full of excitement and curiosity about being able to enter a building with the size of the main church of the Church of the All-Goddess, and looked around with pairs of eyes.

Those pregnant women, on the other hand, seemed to have vaguely guessed something. Their faces turned pale and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

They wanted to leave here, but a row of figures with black masks on their faces blocked the area.

The smell in the air is so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

A group of people lined up.

They passed through the front yard of the Church of the Goddess of All Things. In the middle of the wide yard, stood a stone statue... It was the statue of the Goddess of All Things, but that statue looked a little weird.

The originally beautifully carved stone statues, I don’t know if it was because of the darkness, but under the moonlight, they actually showed a strange black color, as if countless mold spots had grown on the surface of the stone statues, which looked dirty at first glance. Dirty and filthy.

There seemed to be some furry things swaying in the night wind on the mildew spots, more like green fluff.

It is obviously a statue of a goddess, but there is no sanctity or elegance at all, only eerie and weird.

What made these elves even more horrified was that the goddess statue suddenly broke at the neck, and the upper half of the neck and head disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and even the youngest elf couldn't stop shivering. A bone-chilling chill swept through his body in an instant, and his skin was covered with delicate pimples.

Compared with the coldness of their bodies, the coldness that penetrated their hearts and penetrated directly into their souls was even more unbearable for them.

During the gusts of cold wind, you can even hear a sharp voice crying in your ears. The voice is sad, hazy, intermittent, and can only make your scalp numb.

In such a weird place, who would have thought that it would be the main church of one of the seven orthodox religions. Even the main altar of a cult would not be so gloomy.

After passing through the front yard, there is a deep corridor. Once here, the atmosphere changes again.

Although it was originally gloomy, there was still a little moonlight, but now the moonlight was blocked by the corridor, leaving only magic stones of unknown properties inlaid on the ceiling above the head and on the walls on both sides, shining with a cold, dark and dark brown color. Light and shadows reflected on the faces, making the originally handsome faces of these elves look ferocious.

It's been a long journey.

With every step forward, the depression that is suppressed in everyone's heart will become stronger.

After half an hour, the group finally stopped.

What was waiting for them was not an altar, a cell, or a secret room, but... a door.

It was a door that I don’t know how to describe. It was as black as ink, with dense and indescribable patterns carved on the door. It was obviously darkness, but with the blessing of those patterns, at a glance, the door seemed like It is a kaleidoscope-like illusion, and in the middle of the illusion is a dark and deep whirlpool. All kinds of bizarre and bizarre illusion fragments are slowly but never-endingly dissolving into this dark whirlpool.

It's like chaos engulfing everything.

Around the vortex, countless densely packed black lines extend, like some kind of indescribable claws.

The huge vortex is like a living heart, it is expanding, contracting, and swaying.

That kind of image is really difficult to describe in words.

However, that kind of breath clearly penetrated into the soul of every living being.

That's...blasphemous.

It is the ultimate evil.

Just smelling that kind of smell made the elves' abdomens squirm and tumble violently, as if they might vomit at any time.

The door suddenly opened up.

There were figures with strange masks on their faces and tattered rags on their bodies, as if they had lost their bones and were twisting their limbs like poisonous snakes. These were elves. Some elves were dancing their hands casually, with their mouths filled with serious words. Letting out an inexplicable howl.

Some elves hold flutes made of bones in their hands and play extremely hoarse music.

There are even some elves, holding double hammers, beating violent drum beats.

No one can describe the atmosphere in front of this dark door at this moment.

Mad, evil.

Even the youngest elves can feel the abnormality in the atmosphere in front of them at this moment. Their faces are pale and their bodies are trembling.

Immediately afterwards, the hoarse flute sound and violent drumbeats began to pour into their ears. These sounds gathered together and gradually evolved into some kind of crazy music. In a short period of time, their sanity was destroyed.

The shrill howls, the excited laughter, the desperate wails.

Various sounds began to play in front of the gate in conjunction with the restless music. One after another bodies were crawling on the ground, like humble worms, struggling, squirming, and screaming.

Wisps of gray-black mist gradually diffused from above these figures, and were then absorbed by the vortex on the door.

And the vortex seemed to be supplemented with more energy and energy, and the frequency of expansion and contraction became faster.

Here, all living creatures have fallen into madness.

Even the tall figure at the very back is no exception.

Hefferson's eyes were shining with green light, like a hungry wolf waiting for the hunt.

He opened his mouth like a bloody mouth, his scarlet tongue swept across his pale lips, and his heart was beating violently. He had a hunch that it would not be too late that day.

However, Hefferson, who was caught up in the excitement, did not notice that on the surface of his body, indescribable dark brown tentacles had quietly sprouted out from behind his body, as if covered with poisonous snakes, slowly Squirming.

……

the other side.

Within Granville.

Wild mountains and ridges.

After chatting with Ron for a long time, Mirabelle ate a little. Although she had been sleeping for seven days and seven nights, she was too exhausted from the previous two hundred days and her body was still very weak. She soon lay on Ron's bed. He fell asleep in his arms.

Holding a limp body in his arms should have been a pleasure, but now for Ron, it was pure torture.

There was no way, even if Ron was a beast, he would not torment Mirabelle when she was very weak.

Looking down at the woman sleeping so soundly in his arms, Ron felt a little unhappy. He raised his hand and slapped Mirabelle on the buttocks, muttering in a low voice: Sooner or later, I will take care of you.

It's a pity that now it's just lip service, but there's nothing you can do after all.

This time, Mirabelle was eaten to death. Holding such an elf in my arms, I really couldn't sleep. I looked up at the sky and estimated that in four or five days, I should be able to enter Spang. within the territory of the Theocracy.

That's all, let's travel overnight.

Ron sighed, and his body gradually floated into the air.