Chapter 125 Despicable Kidney Shot (asking for monthly votes)

Hammer of Judgment!

It can be said to be the only high-level offensive magic of the priest profession. What's worse is that it is only single-target damage.

However, it is precisely because of these limitations that the Hammer of Judgment has a destructive power far beyond that of ordinary high-level magic. Once the Hammer of Judgment falls, not to mention the flesh and blood of a human being, even a hard boulder can be blasted into pieces in an instant.

Gray's reaction was also quick. His expression remained unchanged as he suddenly spun the gun and blocked it over his head.

With a bang, Grayandre's body sank suddenly. The power of the Hammer of Judgment was far stronger than he had imagined.

Before he landed on the ground, several low-level magics of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn instantly appeared around his body.

Holy Light Blade.

Scorching rays.

Radiance.

Gray's rich combat experience was fully demonstrated at this time. He closed his eyes to avoid the glare from burning his eyes and affecting his vision.

At the same time, relying solely on his hearing, he rolled, leaped sideways, or retreated with extremely agile movements, avoiding the continuous magic bombardments.

Magical spells struck the open ground, making dull sounds and creating layers of smoke and dust.

Ron's face turned a little pale... Damn, the Eye of Dracula couldn't achieve the effect of a perpetual motion machine after all.

The passive ability that consumes blood when releasing magic will be activated directly when he uses magic, but the blood recovery effect will only be enabled when the target is hit.

This directly resulted in that, except for the first move of Hammer of Judgment which hit Gray's weapon and triggered the blood recovery effect, all other magic was consuming Ron's blood.

The battlefield finally gradually calmed down temporarily.

Gray on the other side was also in a very bad condition. His face was pale and his hands were still shaking. He had not taken the Hammer of Judgment seriously. He had faced more powerful magics before, and the Hammer of Judgment was not enough to alert Gray.

But just as the golden hammer hit the weapon, the surging force instantly caused the spear to bend. The force penetrated through the spear and into Grayandre, making this powerful magic warrior feel an unbearable impact. His hands became extremely numb and he could hardly hold the spear.

There was a tightness in my chest and I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

What's worse is that he seemed to feel something being pulled away at the moment of contact.

This strange situation made Gray choose to dodge instead of resist when facing the next attack.

Looking at Ron across from him again, his eyes were filled with hatred and doubt... It was hard to believe that this was the combat power that a person who had just entered the panic level could exert? This was too exaggerated, right? If this guy really reached the disaster level, wouldn't a hero-level magic warrior like me be killed instantly?

I originally thought that this person was just a despicable liar who could do nothing but sweet talk, but now it seems that this guy actually has some skills. No wonder he was favored by the shameless King Holt.

Ron looked around.

A thin, purplish-purple barrier blocked the area.

It seems that this Gray Andre is really determined to kill me, and he set up the barrier in advance to prevent the noise here from spreading and causing unnecessary trouble.

Although this was a very powerful enemy, Ron still did not show any nervousness on his face. At worst, he could activate the protection of Hercules. With this move, he could even withstand the attack of Vice Pope Apu, and it would be no problem to suppress Gray Andre. Moreover, he was stronger now and could sustain this move for a longer time.

If it really doesn't work, you can call out to Charlene and Lydia in your heart.

All in all, Gray Andre really chose the wrong opponent this time.

Ron looked down at the ironwood staff in his hand, and he was somewhat distressed to find that there was actually a small hole where the ironwood staff had collided with the tip of the gun.

No, this is a plus thirteen ironwood staff. Being able to cause such damage to the ironwood staff, it must be at least a legendary weapon.

How does the saying go, the treasures of heaven and earth belong to the virtuous! Gray Andre, disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night, is obviously a very immoral guy. He really doesn't deserve to have such a good weapon.

In order to prevent this guy from using this gun to hurt more people, it is better to hand over this weapon to a more moral person for safekeeping... For example, him, Ron. After all, he is a master that even the Great Saint Lady admires. He has good character and high morals.

When he felt Ron's burning gaze again, Gray Andre's body shivered and goose bumps covered his entire body. Why was his gaze so weird? Could this guy be like Linde, with a slightly abnormal orientation? No, he was even worse than Linde.

It seemed like he was completely open to everyone who came! Thinking of the two people's entangled figures reflected on the curtains that he had peeked at before, Gray Andre's horrified fear instantly turned into a strong hatred.

He was trying to suppress the trembling fingers of his hands under the fierce impact and prepare for the next round of attack.

"Ron, I'm going to kill you..."

There was a low growl like a wild dog in his throat.

"Sir Grey Andre, why are you so hostile to me? I haven't offended you, have I?" Ron raised his eyebrows and said in a relaxed tone, the ironwood staff slowly rotating in his palm, his eyes narrowed into slits. People who are familiar with Ron will know that this man is thinking about some dirty plan in his mind.

At this time, it is best not to give Ron too many opportunities to speak. Unfortunately, Gray Andre did not understand this. He let out a low roar: "Shut up, you shameless bastard, you used despicable means to coerce and violate Dolores, who is my wife, my..."

Ron was slightly stunned: "Your wife? Wasn't your proposal rejected?"

This sentence seemed to have caused a strong stimulation to Gray Andre. He roared like a madman: "You are talking nonsense. How could Dolores reject me? She loves me and she has always wanted to marry me."

"It was all because of that damned bastard Holt 474, who used Princess Dolores as a tool for a transaction. And you, a despicable bastard, used despicable means to force Her Royal Highness the Princess to commit herself to you."

"But I know, I know that no matter how much torture Dolores has suffered, the man she truly loves in her heart will always be me."

"I swear, I will rescue Dolores from the cage, no matter what the cost."

Ron was stunned after listening to Gray Andre's words. His active brain suddenly stopped working and he had no idea what words to use to describe the man in front of him.

During the in-depth communication last night, Ron had asked Dolores about Grey Andre. From Dolores' attitude, it can be seen that she was very annoyed by this man's entanglement. Dolores once told Ron that she and Grey Andre had only met a few times, and almost all of them were at banquets, and at most they were just polite greetings. But Grey Andre was a paranoid man who was obsessed with the idea that Dolores would be his future wife. He would be extremely hostile to any person of the opposite sex, even the same sex, who approached Dolores.

This may be the saddest thing about Grey's Andre. The motivation that has always kept him going and the source of his fantasy have not left any impression on Dolores at all. The princess has long forgotten her childhood.

This is a late stage delusion and there is no cure.

As a gentleman, Ron felt embarrassed to bully such a terminally ill patient.

He felt that it would be better to persuade Gray Andre to turn back and not continue to be obsessed with his fantasies. This was also for Gray Andre's own good.

Ron felt that he was a really good person... He wanted to kill him, but he still wanted to save him. The Virgin Mary would have to tattoo him on her body and worship him every day.

Ron held his chin with one hand, and thoughts flashed through his mind quickly:

Gray is very strong and has rich combat experience.

He is not a fool, but his personality is very extreme, which is directly connected to the four words "Dolores". This is a very easy breakthrough.

His will was extremely strong, as if he had experienced countless trials of life and death, but this strength was barely maintained by fragile illusions.

After two seconds, Ron suddenly let out a sigh of helplessness: "Mr. Grey, I really don't want to break your fantasy, but... I have to tell you that Dolores has never liked you, let alone loved you."

Gray's body trembled violently. This guy had no idea that his death was doomed when he started talking to Ron. He just subconsciously opened his mouth to refute.

But before he could say anything, Ron spread his hands and said, "Believe me, this is what Dolores told me last night when she was lying in my arms."

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Dolores lying in his arms? The scenes that he had seen through the curtains reappeared in Gray Andre's mind.

puff……

The strong stimulation made Gray unable to bear it any longer. He felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No...it's impossible, Dolores must be lying, she is just deceiving you..." Even though his face had turned extremely pale, Gray was still struggling, unwilling to accept reality.

"Ah, Mr. Gray, I asked Dolores carefully. She said you were just an annoying guy, like a damn fly, buzzing in her ears and making a lot of noise. It annoyed her very much. If it wasn't for maintaining superficial decency, she would even want to drive you away."

"No... Impossible..."

"Does she really like you? Isn't this just your illusion? Think about it. You have met Dolores several times at the banquet. Is she treating you differently from other nobles?"

Gray's face became paler and paler. Every word Ron said was like a sharp knife, peeling off the scabbed scar, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

"No, right? To Dolores, you are no different than any other noble."

"Face the reality. After last night, Dolores is completely my woman. Every part of her body belongs to me. If you keep pestering my woman like this, I will be angry..."

Completely?

Every part of my body belongs to him? Buzz...

This sentence made Gray feel like he was struck by lightning, and his body was shaking continuously.

Various images kept appearing in his mind, and each scene made Grayandre suffer greatly, and even suppressed wails came from the depths of his throat.

"Wake up, and stop having inappropriate dreams. Dolores is about to get pregnant with my child..."

puff……

Another stream of blood spurted out.

There was no trace of blood on Gray's face.

They, they didn't even use contraception...

At this moment, Gray Andre, who had been staring at Ron, suddenly saw a dazzling light bursting out of Ron's eyes.

Gray's consciousness was already in an extremely fluctuating and chaotic state, and he had no time to react at all. His entire brain was in a trance for a moment.

Mental interference.

However, this kind of low-level spiritual magic is too weak to have an impact on a strong man like Gray. Even if Gray is in an extremely abnormal mental state, it may only be short, less than a second, and Gray's consciousness will soon return to clarity.

But at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly exploded in Gray's ears.

The dead are wailing! It is another attack directly targeting the soul, a move that Lydia has used before.

Buzz! In an instant, Gray Andre felt as if his head was hit by a huge hammer. His face turned pale instantly, and scarlet blood seeped out of his nostrils.

The body is shaking.

Just opposite Gray, Ron suddenly exerted force with his legs and rushed forward with a whoosh.

The ironwood staff was raised high and smashed towards Gray Andre's head! Gray's combat experience was even richer than Ron imagined. Although his mind was being tortured by the wailing of the undead and his brain was in chaos, it seemed as if it was pure instinct. At the moment when the ironwood staff was smashed down, Gray's body subconsciously took a step to the side.

It was this step that prevented the Ironwood Staff from hitting Greyandre's head directly, but instead it hit Greyandre's waist heavily with a bang.

The entire waist suddenly sank.

The powerful impact turned the internal organs into meat paste!

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