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

The angel's flesh and blood fell from the sky like hail.

It fell on the magic shield, and the originally shining shield was stained with dirt and stains.

The whole world was deathly silent, without any movement at all, as if time had stood still.

Some beings in the heavens did not seem to have anticipated this situation and were unable to respond for a while.

Slaughtering angels in this way was a huge achievement, but when Hefferson and Patridge looked at each other, they could see the solemnity in each other's eyes. They were more calm than ordinary people and would not be carried away by this small victory.

They even knew that these angels were just appetizers at best.

The real trouble hasn't even come yet.

They certainly hope that those beings in the heavens can understand that the Dusk Continent is not something they can bully whenever they want, and they hope that those beings will retreat when they see the difficulty. However, they understand even more clearly that those beings are a group of arrogant lunatics.

Those cruel and heartless guys may not care about the life and death of these angels, but they will definitely be furious.

After all, in the eyes of those guys, it is an unforgivable sin for these ants from the lower world to dare to resist.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, countless dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.

Thick dark clouds were rolling violently.

Indescribable pressure enveloped everyone's heart in an instant.

The pressure is indescribable.

Even a powerful being like Patridge, who was at the peak of demigod level, felt like his scalp was about to split.

Above the head, the huge vortex did not dissipate.

On the contrary, the vortex spun even more wildly.

It was like a bottomless abyss. Just by looking at it, Patridge felt that his soul was about to be swallowed up.

Every body couldn't help but tremble, their faces turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their cheeks.

For a moment, both the civilians below and the demigod-level masters had the urge to crawl on the ground to declare their submission.

Rumble…

The sound of muffled thunder continued to be heard from the sky.

One after another, figures emerged from the vortex.

Angel, another angel.

Endless, as if there is no end to the angels.

The number is even more exaggerated than before.

Although this may be the limit of heaven, these are all the angels currently there, but the exaggerated number still only brings despair.

The most depressing thing is that the magic cannon has been destroyed and cannot be used again.

In this situation, they really didn't know what means they had to fight against so many terrifying existences.

However, although Patrich and others knew that the magic cannon could not be used, the angels in the sky were not aware of it. On the contrary, they only saw the previous angels being wiped out in an instant. For a moment, the angels were horrified. They subconsciously gathered together, staring at the ground below with full vigilance, fearing that they would suffer the same fate as their predecessors, and did not dare to attack rashly.

For a short period of time, the two sides were deadlocked in a weird way.

At this moment, another strange roar suddenly broke the silence at the scene.

Amid the rolling dark clouds, a phantom of an extremely huge hand appeared out of nowhere.

That slap was no less huge than the Adams Royal City which had expanded several times. It could truly be described as covering the sky and the sun.

The moment the hand appeared, the whole of Adams was shrouded in heavy gloom. As soon as the hand appeared, the overwhelming pressure had already enveloped it.

The magic shield protecting Adams seemed to feel the boundless pressure and shook violently, as if it was under unimaginable pressure. There were even creaking sounds coming from the shield.

Even though there were tens of thousands of powerful magicians and several masters of the Realm of Destruction to guide them, the protective shield that could block the angels' attacks seemed so small at this moment.

As the giant hand continued to fall, the pressure became more and more terrifying.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Along with the piercing sound, even hideous cracks began to appear on the surface of the protective shield.

The scalps of Hefferson and Patridge were about to split open. The moment the giant hand appeared, they got goose bumps all over their bodies. It seemed as if there was a voice screaming in their heads, urging them to leave quickly. It was a force that they absolutely could not resist.

In Heferson's mind, he even heard the source of all evil roaring with some fear.

God?

No, it can't be a god.

It's not like they haven't seen ordinary gods before, but it's impossible for them to possess such power.

Is it... the legendary, true ruler of the heaven?

Is this guy crazy?

Even if the true ruler of the heaven wants to break the barrier between the heaven and the Dusk Continent, he will definitely be backlashed by the rules.

What on earth happened that made this guy willing to endure the backlash of the rules and destroy all living things on the Dusk Continent?

I don’t know, no one knows.

But one thing is certain, that is, the real disaster on the Dusk Continent has finally arrived.

Partridge and Hefferson trembled, their courage seemed to be crushed to pieces in an instant.

They don't care about angels, and they even have the courage to fight against gods. However, when facing such a being, all their courage is gone, and what is left is only... fear.

With their heads lowered, their gazes were fixed downwards.

The whole of Adams has fallen into chaos.

Despite being protected by a protective shield, this giant hand still made everyone panic, despair, and even collapse.

Only Irelia and a few others, leading tens of thousands of magicians, maintained the protective shield from beginning to end.

Queen Dolores has also appeared. She stands at the highest point of the royal city, trying her best to make her voice reach everyone's ears and maintain the stability of the city.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Suddenly, Hefferson let out a scream.

The tall body twitched unconsciously, with gray-black silk wrapped all over it, looking eerie and evil, like a demon walking out of the abyss.

escape?

impossible.

If all living things in the world are destroyed and only you are alive, what is the point?

The worst possible outcome is death.

With a distorted and hideous face, Heferson automatically blocked out the roar of the source of all evil in his mind. With a roar, his tall body, wrapped in a dark light, rushed towards the sky.

Seeing Hefferson's actions, Patrich couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Forget it, forget it, what’s the harm in giving it a try?

The next moment, Patridge's old body also rushed upwards.

In a short period of time, the two men had pushed their strength to the extreme, and even their souls showed signs of burning. They were wrapped in surging energy, like a raging tsunami, trying to block the giant hand falling from the sky.

bang... bang...

Two dull sounds.

Partridge and Hefferson rushed up quickly and fell even faster.

Although they mustered all their courage, at this moment, courage could not decide everything. In the face of absolute power, courage was worthless.

It's like an ant and an elephant. No matter how the ant claws and teeth it shows, can it bite through the elephant's skin?

The moment they came into contact, a cloud of blood mist exploded from their bodies and their bodies shattered instantly.

The broken body, covered in blood, fell from the sky like a meteor and hit the protective shield straight on.

The sturdy protective shield became extremely fragile at this moment. With a snap, the protective shield shattered instantly.

Tens of thousands of magicians, including Irelia, spurted out streams of blood from their mouths almost at the same time.

A strong smell of blood began to spread in the air.

Maybe, I'm really going to die?

Fear?

are you afraid?

Maybe yes.

When facing something like death, there is probably no one who would not be afraid, right?

But inexplicably, the despair in my heart is not as strong as it was at the beginning.

Whether they were practitioners or ordinary soldiers of the kingdom, whether they were elves or civilians of the kingdom, they were afraid but still stood straight.

Perhaps they knew that their existence was as small as an ant in front of the other party, but they still held the long sword in their hands tightly.

Even if they are ants, they still want to show their fangs and claws.

Even if it means death, they want to resist.

Your Excellency the Saint, Your Excellency the High Priest, Her Majesty the Queen, the White Saint, the Bloody Nun... and so many practitioners in the kingdom, they have done enough to protect this country, haven't they?

Swish!

Suddenly, a shiny long sword was raised, with the tip pointing to the sky.

This is like a hook.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sounds of weapons piercing the air continued, and weapons were raised one after another.

Maybe they are weak, but this is their will.

In a short period of time, tens of millions of weapons in the entire royal city were flashing with cold light.

Those weapons were mixed and chaotic. There were spears, long guns, sharp swords, machetes, and even kitchen knives, machetes, axes, dung forks and the like.

This is their will, the will of all living beings on the Dusk Continent.

They were clearly just a group of tiny ants, but for some reason, seeing these tiny lives, the angels in the sky felt creepy, as if their bodies were pierced with holes.

They don’t understand why these tiny ants still have the courage to resist when facing the attack of the Lord of Destiny?

Are they crazy?