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

alliance!

As Ron gradually explained the current situation, Heferson basically knew what Ron was thinking, and he had to admit that this was the only way now.

Heferson had never been hunted down by the descended gods, but from the strength of the repairman's lackeys, the members of the Andre family who claimed to be the guardians of destiny, one could probably infer how powerful these descended gods were.

Two gods descended on the Dusk Continent. If they were able to find suitable bodies, the destructive power they could unleash would certainly be terrifying.

These heretics will certainly be eliminated one by one by the descending gods.

Although Hefelson has the evil god, the source of all evil, as his backer, Hefelson is also very clear that this backer cannot be relied upon at all times.

He knew that the evil god, the Source of All Evil, was not in a very good condition at the moment. Not to mention that as an evil god, he had no way of easily descending on the Dusk Continent. Even the Source of All Evil itself seemed to be restricted by some powerful force and could not move freely. Every time it conveyed an oracle to him, it was extremely difficult. In the past 120 years, he had only been able to hear the Source of All Evil's mumblings a handful of times. On average, he could only receive information from the Source of All Evil once every 20 years.

Heferson had to carefully consider how much help the Source of All Evil could provide him with these restrictions, and whether the help provided by the Source of All Evil could enable him to deal with the threat posed by the two descended gods.

After careful consideration, Heferson had to admit that in the current situation, he might have to rely more on his own strength.

"Huh..." After a long while, Heferson asked in a deep voice, "How do we do it?"

This answer basically meant that Heferson agreed to the alliance. Ron couldn't help but smile a little, and he described his plan in detail again.

After listening to this, Hefferson nodded with a gloomy face.

He is different from Partridge.

Although there have been some changes in Patridge's personality, he has been accustomed to hiding over the years. When encountering things, he will hide if possible. If he is not 120% sure, he will never show up easily.

After feeling the instability of Ron's plan and its extremely low chance of success, he subconsciously rejected it.

But Heferson is different. He is a gambler by nature.

After Heferson glimpsed his own destiny from the source of all evil, he knew that he had embarked on a road of no return of fighting against heaven and gods. On this road, risking one's life was the most normal means.

He approved of Ron's plan. Although Ron's plan was not perfect, it was the best option at present.

"Let me know when the time comes, and Carol will know how to contact me," Hefferson said.

"Great! That's great. I'll take my leave for now. I still have some things I need to prepare." Ron said as he bowed to Hefferson and prepared to turn around and leave.

However, Ron's action was blocked by Heferson.

"Wait a moment……"

Ron stopped and turned to look at Heferson with a little confusion in his eyes. He wondered what else Heferson wanted to say.

However, as soon as he turned around, Ron found that Heferson's eyes were not on him, but his sinister gaze was staring at Mirabelle and even Carol.

That look was as sinister as that of a jackal.

The vicious look even made the two girls dozens of meters behind Ron uncontrollably get goose bumps all over their bodies, and they felt an inexplicable chill sweeping over their bodies in an instant.

Compared to Hefferson, even the most ferocious beast seems to become a well-behaved cat.

A dark old face was twisted in a weird way, his lips were open and a scarlet tongue swept across his lips, as if he was thinking in his mind what method to use to torture the two women.

Hefferson never shows mercy to betrayers.

"Brother Ron, since we are allies, could you please give me a favor and hand over these two women to me?" Hefferson finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Mirabelle is the queen of our elves. As a queen, this is such a noble status, but she runs around outside every day and makes trouble. It is really inappropriate. Moreover, the elves have been in chaos recently because of the loss of the queen. This huge Elf Forest really needs Her Majesty to come back and take charge."

"As for Carol, she is one of my disciples. She has been away for such a long time that I, as her master, miss her very much. As for the contact between us, you don't have to worry at all. I can arrange for another elf to stay with you. What do you think?"

Heferson said with a smile, and the expression on his face had long returned to its original kind and benevolent look.

There wasn't a hint of evil in his words.

It seems like he is really just a kind old grandfather.

But Mirabelle and Carol's bodies began to tremble almost at the same time. Others didn't know, but they both knew very well how cruel Heferson was. If they were allowed to return to Heferson's side, it would be better to kill them directly.

Some of the elves behind Mirabelle also changed their expressions.

They definitely didn't want to watch their queen return to hell.

At this time, they even forgot what kind of punishment they would face if Ron left.

Ron's eyes narrowed into slits, and there was a faint cold light flashing in his eyes, which was icy and chilling.

His eyes were fixed on Hefferson, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

In an instant, the atmosphere around, which had calmed down a little, became tense again.

Compared to Hefferson, who was cunning and very good at disguise, Ron did not hide anything at all and did not conceal his murderous intention at all. For a moment, the surrounding space was almost frozen.

Feeling the murderous intent in Ron's eyes, Heferson was not afraid at all, but just looked back with a smile. He believed that as long as Ron was not a fool, he would definitely make the most correct choice at this time.

In this situation, the alliance of all the strong people on the Dusk Continent is the most important.

This alliance, if any one person is missing, could lead to the worst outcome. Ron would never turn against him just because of two women. He has the confidence to do so.

After all, those who have achieved great things since ancient times have not been fussy about trivial matters.

They are just two women. There are countless beautiful women in this world.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became extremely tense. The elves looked at Ron and Hefferson, and their slightly relaxed mood became extremely tense.

However, it must be said that this time, Heferson really misjudged Ron. Ron was completely different from the person he imagined. The extremely tense and repressed atmosphere lasted for several seconds. Ron's gloomy voice finally tore the tranquility of the scene: "Heferson, Mirabelle and Carol are both my women."

"I really don't want to be separated from them. Moreover, if the news I received is correct, the elves should already have a new queen. It doesn't necessarily require Mirabelle, right?"

"As for Carol, I'm used to having this girl serving me. How about the high priest give me some face and reluctantly give up Mirabelle and Carol to me?"

The fake smile on Hefferson's face could no longer be suppressed.

This was different from what he had imagined. He had thought that Ron was also a man who could do great things. How could such a man be so obsessed with love?

They were just two women of mediocre strength, and in Heferson's eyes they had no value at all.

If he asked Ron for it, Ron would definitely give him this face. Heferson even felt that the reason why Ron brought Mirabelle and Carol here was that he wanted to hand these two women over to him.

But who would have thought that after I opened my mouth, Ron didn't give me any face at all and directly refused.

At this moment, Hefferson couldn't even maintain the false expression on his face. His originally smiling old face instantly turned gloomy and extremely ugly.

Although Ron was quite capable, he was just a junior after all. It was really unbearable for him to be so disrespectful to others.

"Ron, think it over before you answer. I don't want to break up with you. We are allies now. You should understand how important this alliance is. Do you want to destroy our friendship because of these two insignificant women?" Heferson spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

At this time, Heferson had almost started to threaten. He couldn't accept Ron being so arrogant in front of him.

Ron's expression was no longer good, and only a hint of disdainful mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heferson, are you threatening me?"

"Yes, this alliance is very important to me, but don't forget that it is equally important to you... You can go and find out who I am, Ron. When did I need to sacrifice my woman to get things done?"

"If I have to sacrifice two women to form this alliance, then I would rather this alliance not exist."

Heferson's face changed. He really didn't expect Ron to be so decisive. "Ron, you really don't even give me this little face? Do you know what the consequences will be if the alliance breaks down?"

Ron shrugged. "Consequences? The worst that can happen is death. What consequences can that have? Anyway, I'm not the only one who will die. The famous saint Partridge and the high priest of the elves will be buried with me. I won't lose anything."

Nima.

Heferson couldn't help but want to curse.

This guy is as tough as a crock pot and is immune to water and fire.

Heferson had never encountered such a bastard before. No matter what level of master the opponent was, as long as both sides were at a similar level, you took a step back and I gave in a foot, which was good for both of us.

Who would be like Ron, who would cooperate if he wanted to, and get out if he didn’t want to, because if we have to die, we die together?

What else to do?

So you are a stingy person who never spends a penny?

Ron was too lazy to pay attention to Heferson. You can blame whoever caused the bad habit. Such dirty tricks will not work on me.

He snorted softly. "Anyway, when I'm ready, I'll notify the High Priest. If the High Priest fails to arrive at the scheduled time, I'll disband the alliance on the spot. How about the High Priest, Saint Partridge, and I make a bet to see who can survive longer under the pursuit of the two descending gods? It must be fun."

"Now, I want to take them away. Is that okay with you, His Excellency the High Priest?"

Fun?

It's fucking fun.

For a moment, Hefferson's wrinkled face couldn't stop shaking.

Ron was too lazy to continue paying attention to Heferson. Originally, Ron was in a good mood because they could reach an alliance. Unfortunately, the high priest's last words completely ruined Ron's good mood.

He no longer wanted to stay here, so he turned and left.

Mirabelle and Carol immediately followed Ron, both with happy faces. They were worried that Ron might not be a match for Hefferson, but they never worried that Ron would give up on them. They were very confident in this regard.

As for the other elves nearby, they are also a group of clever little ones.

Although the confrontation between Ron and Hefferson was not very clear and their conversation was intermittent, they could at least see one thing clearly, that is, Hefferson did not get any advantage over Ron.

Then, the elves surrounded Mirabelle and Carol, and followed Ron to the outside of the Elf Forest.

On weekdays, because of Heferson's orders, of course the most terrifying thing is the large group of powerful killers under Heferson. Even if they want to escape from the Elf Forest, they don't have the courage to do so.

But now, their previous attempt to rescue Mirabelle has made their attitude clear.

Once Ron and the others leave, they will inevitably suffer the most brutal revenge from Heferson. In this case, escaping from the Elf Forest at all costs becomes the most important thing to do now. What's more, there is Ron, whose strength is no less than Heferson's, to keep the place in check. If they don't take this opportunity to escape from hell, they will really be a group of fools.

Seeing a group of elves leaving in a mighty manner, he failed to gain any benefit from Ron, but instead lost a large number of his people. Although the foundation of the elves was not damaged, Heferson felt as if a heavy rock was pressed on his chest, making him very uncomfortable.

Even breathing hurts.

From beginning to end, Hefferson stared at Ron's departing back with a pair of sinister eyes. His eyes were full of resentment and cruelty, and he wanted to drag Ron over and cut him into pieces, not wanting to leave even a trace of residue.

hateful.

For a moment, Heferson even felt that this Ron was more hateful than those repairmen.

Fortunately, although Heferson hated Ron to the extreme, he did not lose his mind. He took a deep breath, and his originally distorted, ferocious face like a jackal gradually returned to normal.

Just like he said, no matter what, now is not the time to completely tear each other apart.

Ron can risk his life for the woman around him, but he cannot risk his own life.

No matter what, this alliance must continue.

Once the alliance's plan succeeds, there will be plenty of opportunities to kill Ron, so he is not in a hurry.

Although the confrontation between the two men was evenly matched, and there was even a vague feeling that Hefelson was being suppressed by Ron, even Hefelson himself admitted that in terms of explosive power, he was indeed inferior to Ron.

But, in battle, relying solely on explosive power is far from enough.

Heferson was convinced that as long as the battle lasted long enough, Ron would definitely die in his hands.

And this confidence comes from a rule that Hefferson has mastered.

The law of immortality.

This is the most powerful power bestowed upon him by the source of all evil!

The first chapter is presented