Chapter 100 Ron Must Die (1)

"You don't want your lover to be in danger, do you?"

Ron raised his eyebrows. It was interesting. It was the first time someone threatened him like this.

He even had the urge to laugh.

Want to kill me, and just a simple apology is enough? Perhaps, in the eyes of Lydia, a witch and the third princess, I am really just an insignificant ant, and cannot be compared with Melville at all.

As for Vera, the so-called sister...

In the game, this is not a character that players will dislike, but now Ron is very curious, if it is him lying on the ground, about to be killed, will Vera still beg for mercy like she does now? Obviously, the consciousness of the original owner of the body has long disappeared, but at this moment, Ron still feels a little sad.

"War, isn't it what you long for?" Ron spoke slowly, his eyes swept across Vera in front of him, and then looked at Lydia: "You long for war, but this war is best won at my expense. Are you reluctant to let Melville die when it's his turn?"

Melville's face, twisted in agony, finally revealed a smug smile, and with the dirt and blood all over his face, he looked as hideous as a ghost.

He laughed wildly with excitement. Even though he was in a miserable situation, he looked like the ultimate winner.

His body was wriggling and struggling desperately on the ground. He grabbed Aige's fangs with one hand and used the red spear to replace his broken left leg, and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

"Hey……"

Melville smiled strangely, grinning at Ron, revealing his bloodshot teeth: "Do you understand, idiot? People are not born equal."

"I am the legitimate son. My mother is the cousin of the King of the Spang Theocracy. I was born to inherit the Copperfield family."

"And you are nothing but a lowly bastard, and your mother is just a dirty maid. You want to fight me? You are not qualified at all."

Suddenly, Melville seemed to remember something. He became even more excited. If his leg had not been broken, he would have even danced with joy. "Oh, by the way, do you think you have hidden your mother well?"

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hehe, hehehehe, she... is dead."

This guy is just like in the game, he likes to talk bad... In the game, I don't know how many players killed Melville because they couldn't stand his extremely bad mouth.

Melville was very proud and couldn't wait to see Ron, because he looked so sad and crazy after hearing the news.

But, no.

Ron was unusually calm.

This made Melville feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had punched with all his strength and hit cotton, and his chest felt very stuffy.

He didn't understand why Ron didn't feel bad, why he didn't go crazy from sadness, why he could be so calm? It was as if that wasn't his mother.

Well, that was indeed not Ron's real mother. Ron had no feelings for the woman whom he had never met and who had never even appeared in the game. He naturally would not be sad because of the woman's death... But, he occupied this body after all, so he might as well consider it as a little reward to the original owner of the body.

Ron suddenly grinned and smiled at Melville.

Melville didn't understand what Ron's smile meant. Ron's right hand had already stretched out like lightning and grabbed Melville's shoulder. Vera behind him trembled violently and her face turned pale in an instant: "Ron...don't..."

Tsk! Before he even finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly rang out.

Melville's left arm was pulled off from his shoulder by Ron.

That's right, the skin was torn off alive, the bones and fascia were broken, and it was pulled off.

A streak of scarlet sprayed out directly and then scattered on the ground.

Melville was completely stunned. His eyes and face were all stiff. He seemed to have encountered something incredible. His neck creaked and he finally saw the shape of his shoulders out of the corner of his eye.

Gushing blood, tattered flesh, pale bones...

“Ahhhhhh…”

Melville's body began to shake wildly, his throat seemed to be torn apart, and he let out an extremely sharp scream.

Arm, his arm... gone...

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Vera's face turned pale, like gold paper. She had never thought that her taciturn brother would become so cruel.

What on earth did he go through during this period of time?

Ron threw the arm that had been pulled off in front of Vera with a flick of his hand, and a few of its fingers were still curled up nervously.

"Don't you want Melville back? I'll give it back to you... But can you pay in installments?"

As he spoke, Ron stretched out one hand to Melville's other arm.

Vera shook her head almost desperately: "No... no, no, no, no..."

"Swish!" A second sound was heard, and Melville's right arm was also separated from his body.

He didn't even have the strength to scream. His eyes rolled back and forth. The unbearable pain left Melville's body twitching nervously.

Ron threw the arm in front of Lydia.

Looking at the bloody arm, Lydia felt her abdomen churning violently and she could vomit at any time.

It was not until this moment that they finally understood what kind of opponent they had provoked this time.

Lydia and Vera tried to stop them but soon stopped.

They felt a tingling sensation on their skin like needles, and they knew they were being targeted.

It's Charlene.

Although she signed the advanced contract document involuntarily and became Ron's slave, the constraints of the contract made Charlene instinctively stand in front of Ron and not let her master encounter any danger.

The slender arms hung down, and the tip of the knife pointed naturally downward, flashing with a blue light, obviously coated with deadly poison.

That’s not all. A figure also appeared silently behind Vera and Lydia.

It's Dolores.

The princess who had been watching the fun finally appeared on stage. She completely gave the stage to her beloved to perform, but she would never allow anyone to hurt her beloved.

Different from the spooky and mysterious Charlene.

Dolores was open and aboveboard, with no intention of hiding anything at all. She proudly puffed out her chest and held her head high. Even at night, her long golden hair still sparkled brightly.

A pair of lotus-like arms were crossed in front of the chest, and there was a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth as he stared at the two figures in front of him.

Charlene and Dolores are not weak people.

Vera's strength is much inferior, but Lydia is a real witch. However, being locked by two auras at the same time, even Lydia did not dare to act rashly.

Excessive blood loss made Melville's body increasingly weaker. Because both of his arms were pulled off, his body could no longer bear the weight without the support of the spear, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

When he fell, he was unlucky and fell directly on the wound on his right arm. The sudden severe pain made Melville twitch again and he groaned in pain.

Ron showed no mercy to Melville at all. He stepped on Melville's abdomen with one foot and grabbed Melville's intact right leg with one hand.

In Melville's almost desperate and fearful eyes, with a hiss, one leg broke away from the body and was thrown over by Ron.

Melville didn't even have the strength to scream. His body was just following his instincts and moving very subtly.

Swish! The last part also separated from the body, and at this moment, Melville was left with only a human stick.

His eyes were dull, like a glass bead, until the shadow of the ironwood staff appeared above his head, and he finally revealed fear, shaking his head subconsciously.

Even though he has turned into a human stick, he still wants to survive. This is his instinct for survival.

Then……

Pia! The head of the ironwood staff smashed down.

Melville's head turned into a mess.

His body twitched violently, and then there was no movement at all.

It seems that this young master Melville is not as good as Hermann and was not favored by the repairman.

At the moment Melville died, Ron felt a sense of relief all over his body, as if some shackles had been removed from his body.

Ron knew that it was the last obsession left by the original owner of this body.

And now, this obsession has disappeared.

Elsa's figure emerged silently from behind Ron.

No one could see a dark thread floating up silently.

Just like every time Ron killed someone, Elsa tried to absorb this thread.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But this time, something unexpected happened.

When the dark thread was about to float to Elsa's position, it suddenly turned in mid-air and floated towards Ron's right hand.

That’s not all. More light grey mist appeared on Melville’s body and was swallowed silently by Ron’s right hand.

Got intercepted?

Elsa, who was on Ron's shoulder, showed a look of surprise on her face, then puffed her cheeks, obviously a little unhappy.

In Ron's right hand, he was tightly holding a gray-black crystal.

Undead Crystal.

The item obtained in the previous lottery... As for its effect, it can be used to store souls that have just lost their lives.

There was very little movement in this scene.

No one saw it except Elsa.

No one would even notice Melville’s soul struggling, screaming and roaring in the undead crystal.

At this moment, Melville was in unprecedented fear. He didn't know where he was. He only knew that there was a thick darkness all around him, which was permeated with an icy coldness that he could not bear.

He could see the outside world, he could see Ron, the man he hated to the extreme, and his broken body on the ground.

I can see my elder sister Vera across from me, and the third princess Lydia.

He called out, but they could not hear him.

He wanted to rush out from here, but the invisible barrier turned into a cage, blocking him.

A deep feeling of powerlessness is tormenting the broken soul filled with fear.

As the night wind blew, the strong smell of blood gradually dissipated.

The weather was not cold, but both Lydia and Vera felt cold all over. They both knew that this time they were in trouble.

Grasping the bloody ironwood staff in one hand, Ron grinned, and his deep voice echoed in the night: "From today on, I, Ron, will no longer have any connection with the Copperfield family."

From this moment on, Ron completely cut off the entanglements of the past.

Lydia sighed and grabbed her hair in annoyance, causing her originally smooth hair to become messy.

The attempt to win over Ron failed completely, and Melville also died. This might be the worst outcome.

She looked at Ron with a complicated look in her eyes: "Actually, after I heard that you were a prophet, I gave up on assassinating you..."

"After all, if you are really a prophet, bringing you back to the Theocracy of Spang can also provide great help to the Theocracy, and Spang Theocracy is your motherland."

"But Melville did not obey my orders."

"And now, you've killed Melville again. In order to appease your grandfather's anger, I have no choice but to capture you... I'm sorry, but this process may not be too gentle. If you're not careful, you may lose your head."

No, not accidentally.

Even if Ron was not a prophet, he must have similar abilities.

If such an existence could be used by the Theocracy of Sbon, it would certainly bring great benefits to the Theocracy and the Church of the Heart of Nature.

But Ron had completely torn relations with the Spang Theocracy. Perhaps, the attempt to assassinate Ron was a mistake from the beginning.

Until now, Lydia's heart is full of regret.

But regret will not interfere with Lydia's decision. If Ron stays in the Granville Kingdom, it will be a disaster for the Church.

Before, with Melville as a hostage in Ron's hands, Lydia did not dare to act rashly, but now, the hostage is dead.

The shackles that restrained the witch no longer exist! It has nothing to do with personal grudges. For the sake of the Church, Ron must die!

In some ways, Lydia is a woman somewhat similar to Dolores.

Whether it is the eldest princess or the third princess, what they have in their hearts is their country, and they are willing to give everything for this country.

Even after killing Ron, there was a good chance she wouldn't be able to escape Granville alive.

Of course, there is another reason.

Her body had that awful reaction when she saw Ron.

No matter how reluctant Lydia was, she had to admit that it was desire.

She didn't understand the exact reason, but she was sure that when she tried to control Ron with her mind control technique, she was eroded by some special kind of thing. This erosion caused her to become as shameless as a whore whenever she saw Ron.

The only way for her to return to normal is to eliminate the source of the erosion, which is Ron!

Huh! In the night, paleness surges.

Lydia's long hair fluttered in the wind.

There were originally layers of clouds covering the sky above my head.

But at this moment, the thick clouds dispersed to both sides automatically, and the silvery moonlight scattered from the sky again. It was like rivers running in the night, gathering on Lydia's long hair and igniting dots of fluorescence.

In an instant, Lydia was as elegant and noble as if she was a goddess descending from the bright moon.

A black mask appeared in Lydia's palm, covering that soft and charming face.

Above the black mask, there is a crescent moon.

The moment he saw the mask, Ron, who had always been very calm, suddenly changed his expression.

He had seen this mask before.

There is almost no difference between the soul-ferrying boat, the cabin, and the mask on the black girl's face in the two coffins.

The first chapter is 4,000 words, and the next chapter will be released an hour later. Today’s update should still be 17,000 to 18,000 words.

(End of this chapter)