Chapter 139 The Mastermind and the Second Plan? (Updated for the monthly ticket)

Seeing Father Abraham approaching step by step, Ron exhaled slightly and opened the mouth of the glass bottle silently with his fingers.

In the bottle, some air flows like white mist, dissipating silently.

These air currents quickly blended into the air, and no color could be discerned. Even the smell in the air did not change.

This thing is also very popular in the game.

That’s right, this is a potion formula that can only be unlocked by spending real money.

The materials are very common. The only trouble is that the refining process is very complicated. In the game, you don't need to operate manually. Just click and click at the right time. If you are not careful, you will fail. After all, this thing takes a long time. You need to click buttons, input magic power, and add materials many times.

It was only an excellent witch like Lydia, who was very accomplished in concocting potions, that could concoct three sets.

The main users are NPCs who are not easy to conquer in the game. Some NPCs are extremely difficult to conquer directly, but it is relatively much easier to invite them for a drink, and then smell the scent emitted by another person, and the effect will gradually begin to take effect.

Her magic will quickly fade.

The body will become limp and weak.

Then you take the opportunity to hold the other person's hand and voluntarily put your handprint on the high-level contract document. Congratulations, your strategy is successful.

That’s right, this thing is used in conjunction with high-level contract documents, and the effect is extremely good.

Of course, Ron had no intention of wasting the precious krypton gold item advanced contract document on Abraham. He just looked at the priest opposite quietly, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

That look made Abraham even angrier.

He didn't understand why this guy was still so calm when he was clearly about to die? Didn't he fear death? If he wasn't afraid of death, why would he struggle with the arrangement of fate?

He even inexplicably felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. This feeling made him shudder and made Abraham determined to kill Ron as soon as possible.

Only if he killed this damn bastard sooner rather than later would that hairy feeling on his body disappear.

Abraham raised his hand, preparing a hammer of judgment to send Ron straight to hell... With advanced magic, it would be no problem to hammer a seriously injured Ron to death.

However, just as he raised his hand, Abraham suddenly froze. He was shocked to find that the magic power in his body was draining away at an incredibly fast speed.

His body became weaker and weaker.

His face became more terrified than ever before, and he pointed a trembling finger at Ron: "You, what did you do to me?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have aged several years... His face and brows, which had long been relaxed, now had wrinkles again.

And these wrinkles are still increasing and spreading rapidly. In just a short moment, the entire face is already crisscrossed with deep grooves.

It was as if decades of life had been snatched away in an instant, and in just a few seconds, he returned to his original age... No, he was older than before.

His body became more hunched, with his waist bent almost at ninety degrees.

He couldn't even stand steadily. His rotten and weak legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground.

Ron threw the glass bottle in front of Abraham: "So, you are a clown. We already know that you killed those old people. You may be manipulating everything behind the scenes. How could I not have any tricks left?"

Abraham still tried to struggle.

However, his condition was worse than Ron had imagined.

In Ron's memory, the effect of the Soul Dispersion Powder was to make a person's soul unstable and their magic power disappear. To put it simply, it was similar to the function of the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder.

But Abraham's situation was obviously not just that. It seemed as if something extremely frightening was about to happen and his body began to tremble violently.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that just beneath Abraham's skin, bulges in the shape of a human face continued to emerge, as if something was about to come out from beneath the layer of skin.

It's those souls.

Ron understood immediately.

Abraham killed more than seventy old men. He thought these people were his incarnations. He absorbed their strength and souls.

If he was the original, he might have succeeded, but it was obvious that he was not.

He might be able to integrate those magical powers into his body, but he could never truly absorb those souls. Abraham simply treated his body as a cage, forcibly restraining those souls within his skin, relying on his own powerful strength and soul suppression.

But now, the scattered souls have been absorbed.

His magic faded.

His soul was unstable.

But for those broken souls that had been suppressed, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to resist. They began to squirm and struggle desperately.

This obviously caused Abraham great pain, and he kept screaming hoarsely.

Because of the struggle of the soul inside the body, the skin could not even maintain its human form. It was as if it had turned into an irregular balloon that kept changing its shape, and then a head grew out of the top of the balloon.

And this balloon is expanding, expanding, expanding...

Abraham's skin was growing thinner.

Abraham seemed to sense something, and his eyes suddenly widened: "No..."

Puff! Pop! The sound of the balloon bursting was accompanied by a sharp scream.

A tiny crack suddenly grew larger, and Abraham's skin was split right in half.

Dozens of gray-black soul shadows screamed out from the cracks, rushed towards the sky above, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Abraham's head fell to the ground with his body, and under his head, only two layers of tattered and wrinkled skin were left.

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

Even though he had fallen into such a fate, Abraham had not died yet. His lips were still moving, as if he was saying something.

That look seemed extremely weird.

Even Ron felt his scalp tingling.

Move closer.

"I... I am Partridge... I... am a saint..."

"I, I'm not... a puppet!"

The subtle murmur was Abraham's final persistence.

In the last moments of his life, he still wanted to maintain a pathetic decency.

Ron looked at Abraham below with a cold gaze: "No, you are just a pathetic puppet..."

"You are nothing."

Ron was not so kind as to show Abraham any mercy at the last moment of his life. Instead, he ruthlessly trampled and crushed Abraham's last pleas.

Then, he suddenly smiled strangely: "Maybe, me too."

Abraham's pupils suddenly contracted, and he opened his mouth hard, but he was no longer able to utter the last sound. Only a head was left, and he was not a normal living being, so he could not survive for long.

The light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Dead.

Virgil, Gerald, Irelia, Cecilia...

It is hard to tell whether the expressions on the faces of these clergy of the Church of the Dawn should be described as sadness, pain, or anger.

Old Father Abraham had been staying in the Morol Cathedral. Everyone in the church had been taken care of by him...but it was also he who caused the death of thousands of clergymen in the entire church.

Ron exhaled slightly.

Abraham has been dealt with, so what remains is to see whether the real mastermind behind the scenes who is manipulating Abraham will appear.

If the mastermind behind this doesn't show up.

So, in this confrontation with the repairman, Ron temporarily won again.

If he showed up... then Ron would have to use plan B.

Fraud!

If you want to defeat fate, you must first get fate’s attention away from you!

Chapter 5 is here. Today's update is done. I wish everyone a happy New Year in advance! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)