Chapter 127 The Voice in Irelia’s Ear (3)

In fact, when Ron first saw the name of the Deathly Flying Spear, he already knew that this was a weapon made by Archibald.

Apart from the time traveler, no one in the Dusk Continent could have come up with such a name. This is too much of a coincidence.

This gun was a birthday gift that Archibald prepared for his daughter Philomena. From the description of the gun, one can feel Archibald's love for his daughter.

Ron did not stay in the ruins for too long. He walked towards the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn while thinking in his heart.

It is clear from previous diaries that Archibald and the Andre family have completely broken off.

Then why did the spear that Archibald prepared for his daughter fall into the hands of the Andre family?

What happened in the meantime? Could it be that there was some kind of conflict between Archibald's descendants and the Andre family? Ron didn't believe that Archibald would not leave some means of protection for his woman and children.

In some ways, Archibald's children should not be in this world? Why did the saint Partridge change his surname from Abraham and call himself Partridge Andre? Was it simply because he wanted to imitate Archibald? Or did Partridge really have some relationship with the Andre family? Are the current Andre family pure descendants of Partridge, or the bloodline of the original Andre family? Ron is more inclined to the latter. Dolores once said that the Andre family is sparsely populated, and some descendants even have some defects in character and body. Even Gray Andre, who looks quite normal, has serious paranoia and violent tendencies.

This is obviously a characteristic of the original Andre family... Ron suddenly felt a chill in his heart. If it was just Patridge's imitation, wouldn't he have also imitated the Andre family's poor inheritance method? Previously, in Patridge's notes, there was also a record of a self-proclaimed guardian of fate and a hidden prophet. Is this so-called guardian of fate also a member of the original Andre family? Where are they hiding? How many such guardians of fate and hidden prophets are there? All kinds of questions came to Ron's mind. Unknowingly, he had returned to the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Lydia was the only one in the room for the time being.

The witch seemed to have successfully refined the soul-dispersing potion, but Lydia felt very tired after three consecutive days. She didn't even put away the big iron pot and fell asleep on Ron's bed.

Judging from the charcoal in the stove that had not yet completely extinguished, she must have fallen asleep not long ago and was not afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Ron complained in his heart and glanced at Lydia. He had to admit that this third princess of the Spang Theocracy, the Undead Witch, did not have the grace that a princess or a witch should have, at least not when she was sleeping.

Her whole body was lying on the bed with her legs spread out, her right leg bent and her knee against the wall. She was completely unaware that this posture had caused her spring light to be exposed under her skirt.

Ron saw everything he should and shouldn't see at once, with one hand on his belly, grabbing it casually.

Are you the sloppy uncle who came from nowhere?

Ron silently took out the Undead Crystal.

Inside the crystal, Melville's soul was still wailing and screaming tirelessly.

For Melville's soul, every second of Ron's survival was an unbearable stimulation. When he saw Ron being kissed by Dolores and favored by Princess Granville, Melville's soul screamed because of jealousy.

When Melville saw Ron making a lot of money, his soul roared because he couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, when Ron and Dolores were having fun, he threw the undead crystal into the storage ring and prevented Melville from seeing that scene. Otherwise, it is unknown what would have become of Melville's soul.

When he saw someone trying to assassinate Ron, Melville's soul twisted with excitement. He wished someone could kill Ron, preferably in the cruelest way possible, so that this piece of trash who should have died long ago could experience despair and pain.

As a result, Gray was seriously injured by Ron. Not only did he fail to kill Ron, but he even let Ron get a legendary weapon for free...

The fall from hope to despair made Melville's soul sink into endless torment.

This is the soul. Compared with a normal life, the soul is more likely to go to extremes, more likely to be immersed in various negative emotions, and constantly torture itself.

Melville didn't know what had happened before. His soul only saw the goddess in his mind lying on Ron's bed.

I only saw the goddess in my heart with a tired face and messy clothes.

It feels like I have just experienced a very strenuous exercise.

This scene directly caused the most tragic impact on Melville's soul.

Melville's soul would naturally associate the worst possible situation with what he was least willing to accept, thus making himself more miserable, more angry, and more crazy.

Feeling the fluctuations coming from Melville's soul in the undead crystal, Ron showed a faint smile on his face.

Originally, he was thinking about whether to stimulate Melville by having sex with Lydia, but now it seems that it is not necessary. Melville has made himself angry.

The soul of his foolish brother had barely reached the standard for refining a resentful spirit.

Ron never hesitates when it comes to things that can save his life.

He pulled the quilt over Lydia without waking the witch up. Instead, he called out to Sharin in his heart and asked her to guard the door. Then he took out some materials he had bought at the auction, held the undead crystal, and entered a meditative state.

Every time he saw that dark spiritual space, Ron couldn't help but want to complain. He was actually not that dark.

The spiritual space is empty, just like the misty night sky.

But this time, there was a slight difference. A special guest appeared in Ron's spiritual space.

To be honest, when looking at the thing in front of him, Ron even found it hard to believe that it was a human soul.

His soul was like a huge piece of meat that had just been cut from an animal. His madness had almost become real. A dark and twisted aura permeated around his soul. The aura kept changing its form, sometimes turning into a twisted venomous snake, sometimes into a mouse-like body covered with fur, and sometimes showing a face that was twisted to the extreme and made people shudder.

Soon, Melville's completely crazy soul became aware of Ron's presence. Although he had long lost his mind, his instincts were still filled with deep disgust and hatred for Ron. His twisted face opened in the middle, revealing a mouth much larger than that of a normal person, almost tearing his face in half. He let out a silent scream, and his soul pounced on Ron.

He wanted to tear Ron into pieces, wanted to swallow Ron...

However, Melville's soul did not know that this was Ron's spiritual space and Ron was the master here.

Unless someone is much stronger than Ron, it would be difficult to make much waves here.

Pop.

Ron snapped his fingers.

A crisp sound spread out.

Before Melville's soul could pounce in front of Ron, countless black chains appeared from the void in all directions and instantly pierced several holes in Melville's soul.

The soul was controlled in mid-air, and no matter how it twisted, it could not break free from the chains.

Next, it’s time to refine the resentful soul.

The first step, and a very important one, is to clear out all unnecessary memories in the soul and only keep the memories related to the existence he hates the most. Everything else must be stripped from the soul. Only in this way can the resentment be purest and the hatred be the strongest.

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

A gray-black trace was suddenly peeled off from Melville's soul by Ron and crushed immediately.

Ahhhhhh…

The pain of having his soul torn apart caused Melville's soul to suddenly let out an extremely sharp scream, and the amplitude of the soul's shaking intensified unprecedentedly.

This will be a long and brutal process.

To be honest, if the vengeful spirit could not take the place of its master and resist the impact and damage from the soul, which could be regarded as a life-saving talisman, Ron would not really want to make this thing.

However, think about it, this guy Melville hated himself to death. The hatred that lasted for 10 to 20 years was so strong that even Ron could hardly imagine it... Such a person who hated himself to death actually became his shield to protect him from harm. I wonder if Melville would be even more devastated after knowing this. It would be quite interesting.

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“Ah…”

library.

Irelia yawned and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock at night.

She was the only one left in the empty library; even the administrator had gone off work.

Looking around, she didn't know if it was because she was the only one there, but the church library illuminated by the magic lamp was actually a little eerie.

There was obvious fatigue in those amber eyes.

She had been in the library for many days. Studying the hymns was not an easy process. Irelia was very tired. She even felt that her silver hair was not as shiny as before.

However, Irelia has her own will and persistence. She wants to be able to stand by her lover's side. She hopes that her power can help her lover instead of just enjoying her lover's protection.

It is with this kind of spiritual persistence that Irelia can endure the boredom of the chant.

So far, she has mastered five psalms.

But, as for the other hymns, Irelia still had no idea until now. She always felt like something was missing and she could not comprehend it.

Shaking her head, Irelia tried to clear her mind while walking towards the bookshelf.

Irelia prepared to put the magic book away and go back to have a good sleep.

But at this moment, Irelia suddenly discovered that there was a very inconspicuous button on the wall inside the bookshelf... The button was almost covered with dust and merged with the wall.

Irelia was even a little surprised that she could find this button that could be easily overlooked if she was not careful.

In between the faint and vague moments, Irelia even felt an indescribable voice coming from her ears:

"Press it..."

"Press it..."

"Open the door..."

"Open the door..."

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