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

God.

That’s becoming a god!

Although Regias had already stood at the pinnacle of the demigod realm, no matter how high the peak was, a demigod was only a demigod after all and would never be a true god.

He had experienced that era, and Regias knew better than anyone how powerful true gods were. Under gods, all were ants. Demigods sounded half as powerful as gods, but when a real fight broke out, even if there were ten or twenty demigods, they would never be a match for a strong man who had just entered the realm of gods.

The gap between the two sides is more exaggerated than the highest mountain and the deepest trench in the Dusk Continent. It is an insurmountable limit.

He had seen the strongest men among the Dusk tribe, slaughtering dragons as if they were crushing lizards. He had also seen the gods descended from heaven, who could move mountains and seas and were omnipotent. They could cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split apart with just a wave of their hands or a stomp of their feet. Even the powerful Dusk tribe members were wiped out in large numbers.

At that time, Regias was just a young boy. Although he had some strength, it was not worth mentioning at all. Watching the battles between those top strong men, Regias was filled with nothing but envy.

But Regias also knew very well what kind of effort and hard work it would take to become a true god.

Once upon a time, he thought that being a demigod was his limit.

He had already reached the demigod realm, and had even stepped into the pinnacle of the demigod realm. However, no matter how many years he wasted in this realm, he could not see any hope of becoming a true god, not even a little bit.

It was like an insurmountable chasm. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see the end.

Even though he practiced the secret of immortality and his life span was longer than that of a dragon, he could not help but feel anxious as he watched his lifespan come to an end and there was still no hope of becoming a god.

Especially in recent years, Regias increasingly felt that his life was coming to an end. Perhaps in the next hundred years, or even ten years, his life would come to an end.

When Regias thought that he would never become a true god in this lifetime, the Repairman appeared. The Repairman gave Regias, who was almost in despair, a new hope. As long as Regias could help provide two suitable recipients and help the Repairman suppress all heretics, then as a reward for serving the Repairman for more than ten thousand years, the Repairman would be willing to personally guide him to become a true god.

At this moment, Regias' heart was pounding.

He no longer had the time or energy to decide whether the repairman was sincere or just trying to fool him. He just wanted to become a god, and no matter how slim the hope was, even if it was just a straw, he would desperately grab it.

When the repairman asked Montelicia to be a receptor, Regias agreed without any hesitation.

It's just a sacrifice of Montelicia, not a sacrifice of myself, so there's nothing to be reluctant about.

Regias didn't expect that Montelicia would be so cooperative. She didn't even show the slightest sign of objection and just agreed to it. The whole thing went so smoothly that Regias was a little bit unbelievable.

It seemed as if everything in the entire world was developing towards pushing himself towards the position of true God.

So much so that Regias couldn't help but have some strange speculations in his heart. Could it be that becoming a god is his destiny?

The repairman just went with the flow?

When he thought of this, Regias' heart couldn't help but become restless.

Even though he had been practicing for more than ten thousand years, and his character had long been tempered to be harder than steel, but at this moment, he could no longer control his mind.

Regias let out a breath, secretly laughing at his own uselessness, then he slowly calmed down, turned his head slightly to the back, and glanced at Montelicia out of the corner of his eye. The problem he was most worried about was Montelicia. If Montelicia suddenly launched a desperate resistance when accepting the God's Descent, it would inevitably cause the entire God's Descent ceremony to become a mess.

However, he couldn't erase Montelicia's soul before that... Although Montelicia was well-behaved and obedient, it would be bad if he went too far and aroused Montelicia's suspicion.

Fortunately, Montelicia has been behaving very honestly until now, no different from the past, and Regias felt a little relieved.

Before he knew it, Regias had already ascended to the altar.

His eyes swept across the dark crowd in front of him. The densely packed heads looked like a Go board filled with chess pieces. There were tens of thousands of people cheering in unison, which really made Regias feel refreshed. From being alone in the beginning, he developed the entire family to this point. How many people in this world can do it?

Moreover, the crowd watching near the altar was not just the entire Andre family.

If all the members of the Andre family were gathered together, the number would probably exceed 100,000.

A strange smile appeared on the wrinkled old face.

Who wants to be the guardian of fate?

Guardian of destiny, to put it nicely, is the supreme honor, but to put it bluntly, isn’t that just being a running dog of God?

If possible, he didn't want all his descendants to hide in this parallel space. The family's power was so strong, but it couldn't be displayed in front of people. It was like walking in the night in gorgeous clothes.

The Andre family is so powerful, they should be worshipped by all the people and submitted to by all races. They should become the supreme ruler of the Dusk Continent, just like the Dusk King once was.

Before, his strength was far from enough, and he could only follow the repairman's orders, carrying out one dangerous task after another, and watching the outstanding descendants of his family die one after another.

He was unable to struggle against the repairman's hands.

But now, times have changed.

When he becomes a true god, he will have the capital to compete with the repairman. At that time, it will be the time for the Andre family to step into the spotlight and enjoy tribute from all races.

The Andre family will completely replace the Dusk family and become the true...king of the Dusk continent!

Thinking of what was about to happen in the future, Regias felt a surge of heat in his chest, and a hint of madness flashed through his eyes. He took another deep breath and calmed himself down again.

He knew that he had important things to do and could not indulge in delusions.

After calming down, Regias slowly raised his hands, palms facing downwards, and slowly pressed down.

crunch.

It was like a high-speed train suddenly slamming on the brakes.

The area around the altar, which had been extremely noisy and roaring, suddenly became quiet. All the sounds disappeared the moment Regias pressed down his hands. Apart from breathing and heartbeat, there was no other movement.

Ron's heart trembled slightly when he saw this scene. This alone was enough to show how prestigious Regias was in the Andre family.

Even God is no more than this.

Regias nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone... one month ago, the oracle came."

"Two gods will descend upon the night to suppress all heresy."

Although he was old, Regias' voice was full of energy and unusually loud.

The sound was extremely penetrating. Although no fluctuations of magic power were felt, Regias' voice echoed throughout the space and penetrated into everyone's ears.

The crowd began to stir slightly, and the sound of whispering and rustling began to be heard from all around.

Everyone knew that the oracle was coming, but no one knew the specific content of the oracle. They only knew that Montelicia was the chosen one. It was not until this moment that they knew that there were actually two gods coming.

It is such an honor that God is about to descend upon the Andre family.

Regias' voice did not stop for too long, and soon it sounded again: "As the guardian of fate, we will make all preparations for the coming of the gods. We need to provide the gods with a suitable body when they come."

"Montericia, my most outstanding child, will offer her body to become the vessel of God. This is the supreme honor and the honor of the entire Andre family." Regias suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"glory!"

"glory!

"glory!"

Around the altar, those ignorant people were obviously agitated. Their faces flushed and they shouted desperately. Their agitated voices were more violent than the waves of an earthquake and hotter than the eruption of Vulcan.

That’s right, in their eyes, being able to dedicate one’s body to the gods is an honor.

They only hated that they were not the chosen ones.

These are a bunch of lunatics, completely lunatics.

"Monteresia's soul will be completely thrown into the arms of God and gain eternal peace. She will enter heaven and become God's servant..." Regias's bewitching voice continued: "Her soul will be accompanied by the God she dedicated herself to and gain true eternal life."

The cheers once again swept over like a wave.

Only this time, along with the cheers, there was more intense envy and jealousy. Pairs of bloodshot eyes looked at Montelicia, as if they wanted to replace Montelicia with themselves.

What they couldn't tolerate was why such a good thing wasn't chosen from within the Andre family? Why let an ugly dragon become the vessel of God?

Although they were very unwilling in their hearts, this was the decision made by the ancestor and they could only obey it and not question it.

On the contrary, after hearing this announcement, Mansfield on the altar had a hint of fear in his huge dragon eyes, and his huge body lying on the ground was shaking constantly.

He was very clear about the fate of becoming a sacrifice. He wanted to struggle, but all the strength in his body was suppressed. He had no power to break free and could only wait for death in fear and despair.

Mansfield even felt a strong sense of regret in his heart. The dragon race was gone. Perhaps from the beginning, he should not have dreamed of reviving the dragon race and should not have gone to look for his sister. As one of the last two pure-blooded dragons, walking in the Dusk Continent in human form, or finding a remote mountain forest and living a lonely and long life, is the best ending for him.

Caught in the crowd, Ron even had to raise his fist and shout loud slogans to make himself seem less out of place.

Too many people.

The mixture of so many shouting voices made Ron feel like his spirit was about to collapse. He felt uncomfortable all over. The turbid and violent sound waves raged in the air. Ron even felt that ripples were rippling in the space where he was.

Ron was almost unable to bear it with his own strength and will. He really didn't understand how these ordinary members of the Andre family could survive the ravages and impact of such noise and not become deaf. It was really terrible.

In order to make his disguise more realistic, Ron even forcibly shattered several capillaries in his eyes, making his entire eyes look as if they were congested and red.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to look at the altar.

It is obvious that the hierarchy within the Andre family is extremely strict.

This level has nothing to do with age, it only has to do with strength.

Apart from the thirteen ancestors, the only two sacrifices who could appear on the altar were Montelicia and Mansfield.