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

The thick gray-black fog was swirling violently.

The shape of a huge head was faintly emerging in the thick fog. Although it had not yet fully appeared, the overwhelming pressure could no longer be controlled and spread in all directions. The huge underground palace trembled, and cracks appeared, with the location of the ancient bronze coffin as the center, gradually spreading along the ground to the surroundings.

Before long, a huge spider web had been woven on the ground.

That’s not all. After the cracks spread all over the ground, they even gradually spread upwards along the surrounding stone walls.

Even the ceiling above his head was full of cracks, and pieces of rubble of all sizes were falling from above his head.

In an instant, the underground palace, which had been relatively peaceful and tranquil, almost immediately fell into a doomsday-like scene.

Endless pressure was still spreading. Ron looked relatively normal, although his face looked a little solemn, but other than that, he didn't have much other expression. But Christian behind him obviously couldn't stand this impact anymore and kept retreating.

Fang, the great saint of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, was in a state of confusion. She couldn't help but start to worry. If this kind of power was allowed to continue to wreak havoc, the entire underground palace might collapse. By then, wouldn't the church headquarters be destroyed as well?

Looking at Ron's back in front of him, he couldn't help feeling lonely in his eyes.

Christian still remembered that when he first met Ron, he was just a practitioner in the extraordinary realm and had not even reached the heroic level. If it were not for his ability to predict the future, Christian would not even notice that there was such a priest in the church.

But now, after only a few short years, although her strength has improved day by day, she has been left far behind by Ron, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

Compared with the earth-shaking changes in Ron, my little progress is simply not worth mentioning.

Although Christian wasn't jealous of Ron's achievements, he couldn't help but feel envious.

Just when the great saint was worried that the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn would suddenly collapse, the overwhelming pressure released from the ancient bronze coffin suddenly subsided.

Even the gray fog that was gradually spreading around began to wriggle and gather again. When the gray fog was completely absorbed, a huge head appeared in front of Ron.

The head, like a small hill, was suspended above the ancient bronze coffin. Fortunately, the underground palace was spacious enough, otherwise it would not even be able to accommodate such a huge head. Just in front of the head, Ron and Christian were turned into two dwarfs.

He has a square face, and although his eyes are closed, he is still full of majesty.

Where the eyes should have been, there were two pitch-black blood holes. The pupils had long disappeared, but one could vaguely see a sticky dark brown liquid rolling down the corners of the eyes. It was obvious that, just like what Ron had seen before, there were two heavenly shackles piercing through Zhou Yang's pupils.

And now, these two chains no longer exist along with the disappearance of other heavenly shackles.

However, even after eight thousand years, this wound still showed no signs of healing. Only rotten flesh remained near the wound, emitting a strong stench.

The pale face was covered with long brown hair... Ron had read in Zhou Yang's diary before that the royal Dusk tribe members were fairer than other Dusk tribe members and had less body hair. However, when he actually saw Zhou Yang's head, Ron immediately overturned the image he had imagined in his mind.

Perhaps, this long brown hair is the same as the fluff and sweat hair on the human body for the Dusk people. Although it is a little too thick in Ron's eyes, it can be considered white for the Dusk people.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, Zhou Yang's huge head suddenly raised up, facing the sky. There were only two bloody black holes left in his eyes, but Ron and Christian could vaguely feel two bright gazes, looking straight at the endless sky through the huge rocks and thick soil above their heads, with their bloody mouths wide open, and a roar filled with desolation, anger, and resentment came out of Zhou Yang's mouth.

That noise, even if it was thunder or a dragon's roar, was no more than this.

In an instant, the huge underground palace began to tremble violently again, and even the tall buildings on the ground hundreds of meters away began to shake, as if they could collapse at any time.

Countless clergymen in the church either walked out of their rooms or stopped what they were doing, all with a look of horror on their faces, and no one knew what had happened.

They could only feel an indescribable pressure filled with sadness and anger directly enveloping their hearts. Their bodies were shaking uncontrollably, their legs went soft, and they fell directly to their knees on the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down their faces.

Their eyes were filled with extremely intense fear, as if it was the purest instinct. These priests all knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to the Goddess of Dawn, hoping to gain her protection and prevent disaster from befalling.

In a short period of time, the huge church headquarters was filled with people kneeling on the ground.

When Virgil, the acting Pope, walked out of the room and saw this scene, his lips could not help but twitch slightly. For the clergy of the church, it was normal for such a situation to happen.

Even though there was a layer of ground several hundred meters thick between them, the noise coming from the church headquarters still enveloped the entire royal city.

Even though those in the Royal City were not affected so strongly, they still felt the ground beneath their feet shaking violently, as if an earthquake had come, and the crowd could not help but fall into panic. Granville is now finally back on track, and the lives of the residents in the Royal City have finally improved. No one wants a natural disaster to come at this time.

The roar, like that of an ancient beast, filled the hearts of almost every living being with heavy fear.

Just outside the royal city, Patridge, who had just left Adams, had not had time to go too far. This former sage suddenly stopped, turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

As a sage and one of the most powerful beings on the Dusk Continent, Patridge's perception is definitely clearer than that of others.

When that roar entered his ears, even Patridge's wrinkled skin was instantly covered with a layer of dense small bumps.

It was a fear that came from the deepest part of his soul, a fear that even a saint like him could not be immune to.

His throat became dry, his larynx kept moving, and he swallowed his saliva desperately.

I don't know how much time passed, but Patridge's eyes gradually became confused, then suddenly enlightened, and then the sage laughed like a madman.

He finally understood what was going on.

Haha, crazy?

Compared to that guy Ron, how could I be considered a lunatic?

That guy is a real, genuine lunatic.

He actually dared to release that being. Wasn't he worried that the repairman would appear in front of him and crush him to death?

In addition to being shocked by what Ron did, Patridge's eyes gradually began to show more expectations. After all, that was one of the strongest people born in the Dusk Continent in tens of thousands of years.

I really don’t know what kind of surprise his appearance will bring to the repairman.

I guess he would be furious, right?

Originally he didn't understand where Ron got the confidence to cause trouble for the Andre family, but now he gradually understood.

Compared with that existence, the so-called ancestors of the Andre family had to sit at the children's table when they had meals.

I am really looking forward to the future that will happen soon.

With a chuckle, Patridge retracted his gaze, and his body flashed quickly a few times, and then he could no longer be seen. Patridge was stimulated. If Ron, the junior, could achieve such a level, it was unreasonable for him, an old senior, to be inferior to the junior.

That would be really embarrassing.

At this moment, there was only burning fighting spirit left in Patridge's chest.

Faced with that hopeless fate, he also wanted to give it a try.

……

"Roar……"

The roar continued.

Ron just listened quietly.

He cast a defensive magic for Christian to prevent him from suffering irreversible damage from Zhou Yang's roar.

After all, this is not the surface three hundred meters away. There is no soil and boulders blocking the way. In this underground palace, Christian can be said to have completely endured the impact of the roar. This sound wave is likely to have messed up Christian's soul.

If this were to happen, Christian would most likely become an idiot, which was not what Ron wanted to see.

However, Ron did not stop Zhou Yang's roar.

As the brain, most of Zhou Yang’s remaining souls are housed here.

At the same time, it also carries the most memories, the most pain, and the most unbearable torture.

Although this senior appeared quite calm and his spirit was not too fluctuating when he first met Zhou Yang, Ron knew very well that it was all an illusion.

The previous tranquility was simply because Zhou Yang had no hope at all that he could escape.

He didn't think that Ron at that time had the ability to break the shackles of fate.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Judging from Ron's judgment at that time, if Ron wants to possess the power of the Collapse Destiny Shackles, it will take at least several decades, or even hundreds of years of hard training, to have even a slight chance.

It can only be said that Ron's progress was so amazing that even Zhou Yang's judgment was wrong.

But, eight thousand years.

How long is this?

Trapped in a narrow coffin for eight thousand years, who knows how Zhou Yang managed to survive?

Having his pupils and brain pierced by the shackles of destiny for eight thousand years, who knows what kind of pain Zhou Yang has endured?

Zhou Yang needs to vent.

Even though this little bit of catharsis is far from enough.

Zhou Yang's roar lasted for a quarter of an hour. Unfortunately, the underground palace was really on the verge of collapse. It would not be surprising even if it collapsed in the next second. The sound gradually stopped.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Zhou Yang was like a wild beast that had been running for a long time. He was gasping for breath, and long streams of air were coming out of his mouth. The scene was like a tornado.

After finally calming himself down a little, Zhou Yang looked at Ron. Even though he had no eyeballs, Ron could still feel Zhou Yang's gaze, and then he saw Zhou Yang's mouth grinning.

He was probably trying to give what he thought was a pretty kind smile.

However, this guy was so big that when he opened his mouth, revealing his full set of teeth, Ron's body trembled, as if a terrifying beast appeared before him and was about to swallow him in one bite.

It's so fucking scary.

No wonder the Dusk Clan was able to gain a foothold in that barbaric era.

If they did not possess sufficiently high intelligence, these Dusk tribe members would not be much better than those wild beasts.

"Good brother, I was right about you. I knew you could do it."

"I believe that you will be able to rescue me one day, but I never thought that this day would come so early."

Zhou Yang was filled with excitement and joy, and there was also some relief in his voice, which echoed in the underground palace. Even though Zhou Yang had tried to lower his voice as much as possible, there was no way, this guy was just too big.

When he spoke, it was like bursts of muffled thunder.

Because of the rebound from the surrounding stone walls, the sound echoed back and forth in the underground palace, buzzing in Ron and Christian's ears.

Ron just dug his ears and felt as if the inside of his ears were completely blocked.

In comparison, Christian was deeply shocked again. She felt that she had been shocked too many times that day. She was the Great Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and was definitely knowledgeable, but now she seemed to have turned into a bumpkin.

This person is the sealed evil god, and his true identity is the last Twilight King.

Such a terrifying existence actually calls Ron a good brother?

Originally, Christian felt that he already knew something about Ron, but now he felt that he knew nothing. Who was Ron that he could be treated as a brother by such a person?

Could it be that the Ron he saw before him was actually the reincarnation of an old monster from thousands or tens of thousands of years ago?

Christian's mind was in a mess, and an idea popped up inadvertently. Then he felt that his speculation seemed to make a lot of sense, and this could perfectly explain Ron's extraordinary improvement in strength.

If this is really the ancestor, then no matter how outrageous things happen to him, it seems so natural.

Ron also exhaled slowly, looking at the huge head opposite him, and seemed to be infected by Zhou Yang's excitement, and felt a little happy deep in his heart.

"It doesn't matter."

"In this world, our only brothers are you, me, and that pervert Archibald. That guy is much better off than you. Although he hides in the abyss and dares not come out easily, at least he doesn't have to endure torture. If I don't help you, who else can I help?"

Very strange feeling.

Perhaps, this is what is called meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Although Ron, Archibald and Zhou Yang had little contact with each other, that sense of intimacy was innate.

Zhou Yang also chuckled: "Although I am very grateful to you for letting me regain my freedom."

"It also temporarily relieved me from the torture I had been enduring, but I have to say that now is really not a good opportunity to regain my freedom." Zhou Yang exhaled, with a helpless expression on his face.

After all, it had been sealed for eight thousand years.

Now there is only one head left.

He once possessed the power to destroy the world, but now, Zhou Yang himself doesn't know how much of this power he has left.

He didn't even have hands or feet, so when fighting, he could only rely on hitting people with his head. Fortunately, his head was relatively strong, because if he really hit someone, he would at least be skinned alive if not killed.

Zhou Yang laughed and did not answer. Instead, he took out body parts one by one from the storage ring.

Arms like Stonehenge.

A huge, mountain-like trunk.

Of the seven parts of the body, only the legs are left. Ron has not found the heart yet. As for the head, left hand, right hand, and torso, they have all been freed by Ron.

Even if these body parts are put back together, Zhou Yang's strength will definitely not be restored to its peak state, but there is always a chance to recover 10% or 20%.

Of course, there are still some remnants of soul in the torso and left hand.

As for who will be the master of these residual souls after the fusion, that is not Ron's concern. In Ron's eyes, these are all Zhou Yang.

Chapter 2 presented