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

Ron rarely has the strong urge to beat someone to death.

But at this moment, Ron really couldn't control himself.

After hearing what Zhou Yang said, Ron really wanted to rush up and grab Zhou Yang's neck, then bang his head against the wall. Moreover, this urge was so strong that it took Ron a long time to suppress it.

Listen, listen, is this human language?

There are so many powerful people who want to become gods. Which one of them doesn’t have to go through countless hardships?

For which practitioner, the path to becoming a god is not full of hardships?

If you are not careful, there will be no recovery.

But when it comes to Zhou Yang's turn, he has only been confirmed as the crown prince and the next Dusk King. This guy has become a god. Does he dare to treat it as a joke anymore?

Not to mention Zhou Yang, even Philomena and Elsa had frowns on their foreheads.

Ron thought that he had better not continue to argue with Zhou Yang about this matter, otherwise he would be the one who couldn't stand it in the end. He took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his chest: "Brother, you called me here in a hurry, don't you want me to stay in this mausoleum like you and chat with you?"

nine years.

There are still nine years left. Why did you call me over in such a hurry? I thought something urgent had happened.

Soon Ron discovered a serious problem. Zhou Yang was much thicker-skinned than Ron had imagined. Hearing Ron's unpleasant words, Zhou Yang did not feel ashamed at all. Instead, he spread his hands shamelessly and said, "I can't help it. I can't leave the Twilight Temple now. This place has nothing but a pile of coffins. It's really boring."

That is indeed the purpose.

Ron's eyes went dark, his lips trembled, and his eyelids twitched constantly.

Both of their hands clenched subconsciously, wishing they could punch Zhou Yang hard in the eyes.

After all, I have been in Dusk Continent for so many years, and this is the first time I have met someone as unreliable as Zhou Yang.

"Sorry, I don't have that much time to waste here. I will come here in nine years." Ron said as he patted the dust off his butt and prepared to leave.

Even though Ron knew very well what these ancient bronze coffins were, it didn't mean that he was willing to give up a bunch of beautiful women and come and stay in the grave with a grown man.

This is a matter of principle.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Zhou Yang suddenly panicked.

This guy is clearly the last generation of Twilight King of the Twilight Dynasty, but now he doesn't have any of the temperament and decency of a Twilight King. The expression on his face even looks a bit aggrieved.

That look made Ron speechless. "Please, I have a lot of things to deal with. Why would I waste nine years chatting with you? I'm crazy. I'd rather use this time to find a way to raise my realm."

"Besides, you won't feel lonely. Miss Philomena is right here. She needs some time to adjust her physical and mental state. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Ron waved his hand and turned away without giving Zhou Yang a chance to stay.

As for Elsa, she immediately followed Ron.

Philomena originally wanted to leave, but finally stopped.

After all, the most important thing for Philomena is to adjust her physical and mental state to meet the Nine Tribulations Heavenly Thunder.

Although this is a mausoleum, it has a calm atmosphere and is very quiet, making it a nice place.

Philomena immediately found a corner far away from Zhou Yang, sat down directly, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even.

For a moment, Zhou Yang was the only one left in the huge empty mausoleum, blinking his eyes as big as washbasins, speechless. Although it seemed that there was indeed one more person in the mausoleum, but... but it seemed that his treatment had not changed at all. This feeling was really bad.

Never mind, never mind, you are all heartless.

Zhou Yang muttered, stood up and walked out of the mausoleum.

While this little girl is adjusting her mentality, I should prepare some equipment and potions for her. After all, it is the rule among fellow villagers, and according to seniority, she has to call me uncle.

Although this girl never called out.

Didn't even say a word to myself.

This tutoring is really bad.

When I meet Archibald again, I must have a good talk with him.

……

On the other side, Ron and Elsa had already left the Temple of Dusk.

Ron first used message magic to tell Patridge and Hefferson what Zhou Yang had said about how to become a god, and even contacted Montelicia. As for what these people could realize, that was not something Ron could control.

After doing all this, Ron returned to the Temple of Dusk.

Then he spun the ring on his finger, and his consciousness gradually began to sink.

Ron had long been accustomed to the roller coaster-like feeling and no longer felt any discomfort.

When he opened his eyes again, his soul had already boarded the soul-ferrying boat.

Elsa also appeared at the same time.

"What are you going to do?" This time, Elsa took the initiative to speak: "Do you want to continue to practice in seclusion on the third floor, or..."

Ron shook his head.

Practicing in seclusion on the third level really achieves twice the result with half the effort.

But nine years is too short.

Even at the third level, nine years might be more than a hundred years, but it was still too short.

It is impossible to raise one's strength to the level of a god in just one hundred years of hard practice. The best one can do is to reach the peak of demigod.

But, for Ron, there is not much difference between the late stage of demigod and the peak stage of demigod.

When facing the maintainer of destiny, the peak demigods and the late demigods are just like ants. They are the kind of people who can completely destroy you with just a glance.

"Elsa, where do you think this Soul Ferry will sail to?" Ron asked suddenly.

Elsa spread her hands: "Who knows..."

"When I was in control of the Soul Ferry Boat, although I was able to roam around, no matter which direction I headed, I was always surrounded by a dark ocean. Except for the Cemetery of the Gods, I had never been to shore."

"actually……"

Elsa's expression suddenly became strange. She floated in front of Ron in a flash. Her eyes, one black and one white, stared at him quietly. "In fact, in the future conflict with the Fate Keeper, you can get some other helpers."

"You mean, the gods?"

Two wars of the gods.

Most of the gods defected.

Some of these rebellious gods died in the war, while others hid in the cemetery of the gods to recuperate.

If these sleeping gods can be awakened, it is undeniable that they will be a very powerful force that can even influence the situation on the battlefield.

but……

"Aren't all these gods seriously injured?" Ron asked.

"So what if he's seriously injured? Gods are gods after all. Even seriously injured gods are far more powerful than ordinary practitioners." Elsa's voice was clear and cold, and it sounded nice. "Besides, he's just seriously injured, not dead. There's always a way to treat the injury, right?"

"Then the prerequisite should be to find the Cemetery of the Gods first, right?" Ron thought for a while, then looked at the sea around him which was exactly the same dark surface.

"Do you remember the directions?"

Elsa's pretty face flushed slightly: "Well, I... I haven't operated the Soul Ferry for a long time, and I was also seriously injured and have some memory loss, so..."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Tsk, if you're lost, you're lost. Why do you make up an excuse for your memory loss?"

Ron's eyes made Elsa feel quite ashamed.

As the goddess of life and death, she is the one with the highest status and the strongest power among all the gods. It is really shameful that she got lost.

Elsa even had the urge to bang her head against the bone railing and die.

However, considering her own strong vitality, such an action would do nothing but embarrass herself, so Elsa gradually gave up the urge to bang her head against the wall.

Of course, face still needs to be restored.

Elsa cleared her throat and said, "Although I can't remember exactly where the Cemetery of the Gods is, but... from what I know, there is also a god suppressed in the deepest part of the Black Sea."

Elsa's words made Ron suddenly stunned.

He suddenly remembered that once when he landed on the Soul Ferry, his consciousness seemed to be out of control. Under the pull of some force, his consciousness went directly into the Black Sea, and then traveled through large areas of mud and bones.

Finally, it stopped in front of a strange, huge stone tablet.

The size of that stone tablet was comparable to the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele, or even larger.

The only difference from the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele is that the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele itself is more like a whole piece of huge stone, while the stele filled with chaotic aura in the depths of the Black Sea is more like a combination of different smaller stone steles.

The stone tablet was surrounded by thick gray-black fog.

Many small stone tablets have been eroded by the thick fog.

But there are still three or five smaller stone tablets that have not been completely swallowed up.

Among these stone tablets, there is one that binds the Goddess of Dawn.

Ron still clearly remembered that on the stone tablet, the body of the Dawn Goddess was wrapped in dense chains, as if she was suppressed by some mysterious, powerful and terrifying existence.

He also remembered that it was during this encounter that the Dawn Goddess dug out her heart and stuffed it into his chest, giving him the opportunity to save Seraphina.

And now, Ostara's heart was still beating strongly in his chest.

Along the way, Ostara's heart provided Ron with great help. No matter how many times his body was destroyed and how many times he hovered between life and death, it was the powerful beating of Ostara's heart that healed the defects in Ron's body.

If it weren't for the help of the Heart of Ostara, Ron felt that he would have died several times over.

Of course, if it weren't for the abnormal healing ability of the Heart of Ostara, Ron would not be so arrogant in most cases.

The goddess of dawn.

The chief of the seven gods.

One of the first gods to realize that he was being brainwashed.

Among many gods, he is second only to Elsa, the goddess of life and death. His fighting power is so strong that he is not inferior to the aggressive Dragon God. If he is equipped with his own powerful healing ability, he will be even more powerful.

If the Goddess of Dawn can be rescued, it would be like having an extra administrator-level strongman.

Ron's heart was pounding.

Even though we know that the depths of the Black Sea are full of dangers.

There are also countless sea snakes. Once entangled, the situation would probably become very bad. But even so, Ron still felt it was necessary to try.

Ron even had a rough idea of ​​the location.

He stood with his back to the bow, and then his soul floated towards the left.

He put on the eyes of mystery in advance.

Densely packed, entangled and twisting sea snakes appeared in front of Ron. Many sea snakes had even climbed onto the hull and were struggling to move towards the deck.

"The rising sun."

Snapped.

Ron snapped his fingers.

A rising sun appeared above Ron's head.

In this mysterious space, above this black sea, a dazzling sun appeared out of nowhere.

The bright moonlight was warm, like a sharp sword that tore through the surrounding darkness and then fell downwards.

The light covered every corner, without leaving any tiny area behind.

sizzle!

Just as the power of dawn shone on these sea snakes, Ron immediately felt a strange sound entering his ears. The hoarse sound had an indescribable penetrating power. For a moment, Ron even felt that his eardrums were about to be pierced. In his mind, he even felt indescribable irritation because of this strange sound.

Ron just felt a little uncomfortable. In comparison, the situation of those sea snakes seemed very bad.

To Ron, the rising sun brought warmth, but to the sea snake, it was like concentrated sulfuric acid.

In an instant, large patches of decay and rot appeared on the surface of the sea snakes' bodies, and thick, foul-smelling white smoke billowed in the air.

The dawn light made these sea snakes feel extremely painful. Their slender bodies twisted non-stop as if they were crazy. The sight of them made Ron's scalp tingle.

The hissing sounds continued.

Ron watched helplessly as the sea snakes that had climbed up the side of the ship lost control of their bodies and fell off the ship into the ocean, splashing waves.

The surface of the Black Sea was covered with a thick layer of sea snakes, which were wriggling densely.

Even normal people who don't have all kinds of weird phobias will get goose bumps when seeing this kind of scene.

As the sun rises, the brightness of the dawn light becomes more and more dazzling, and the temperature continues to rise.

It was visible to the naked eye that the flesh and blood of the countless sea snakes below had begun to rot and melt, revealing the hook-like snake bones inside.

Before long, even the snake's bones began to rot.

A full quarter of an hour had passed, and as far as Ron could see, there was no sea snake still wriggling... No, there was not even a complete sea snake in sight.

All the sea snakes, both bones and flesh, had rotted away.

The surface of the Black Sea is even covered with a thick layer of mucus.

Just above the slime was the tattered snake skin.

To be honest, for Ron to dive into such filthy sea water like this would definitely be a serious trauma to him psychologically and mentally. Although Ron was not a mysophobiaist, he could not stand this sticky red and white stuff.

He sighed and waved his hand. A whirlwind appeared out of nowhere on the surface of the Black Sea, picking up the filth on the sea and gradually drifting away into the distance.

After a patch of slightly cleaner sea water finally appeared next to the ship, Ron's soul jumped down and dived directly into the Black Sea.

As soon as he entered the sea, a creepy cold feeling instantly permeated him, and Ron's soul couldn't help but shiver.

After a brief pause, Ron's soul began to dive rapidly following the vague direction in his memory.

This is a very long process. Fortunately, Ron is now a pure soul and does not need to breathe, otherwise he would suffocate to death.

After about an hour, Ron finally dived to the bottom of the Black Sea, above a large amount of silt.

But this time, Ron wore the Eye of Secrets. Through this monocle, Ron saw many things that he had never noticed before.

A large number of huge white bones were buried in the mud at the bottom of the Black Sea, and countless gray-black silk threads were entangled on the bones. Ron could even feel waves of anger, resentment, and crazy roars coming from his ears.

It seems that the residual souls of these kings are unwilling to dissipate and still remain in the world.

If you look closely, you can see that the silt is like some rotten meat with a heart and heartbeat, slowly wriggling.

On the surface of the mud, one could even occasionally see long, strip-like objects sliding crookedly in the mud...they were sea snakes.

These strange sea snakes entangled the broken souls that were unwilling to dissipate, biting and devouring them.

Chapter two