Chapter 191 The Dead Dragon God (2)

Ron's face suddenly stiffened. Looking at Agnes' resolute attitude and the pride in her eyes, he understood what Agnes was thinking.

He didn't know whether he should be happy now, after all, there was a woman who was loyal and devoted to him.

Just because of her faith in the Captain, she would not hesitate to give him up even if he was chosen by the gods and qualified to become their followers.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

Although the true purpose of the God of Plague and Disaster is unknown, and although this god's appearance looks really terrible.

However, judging from the fact that the God of Plague and Disaster was willing to help the God of Blood and Destruction to interfere with the repairman, this god with an unpleasant appearance should actually be considered one of our own.

Moreover, in a dangerous place like the Temple of Dusk, the stronger you are, the better.

The gaze of the God of Plague and Disaster is an opportunity in any case, but he, the captain who is devoutly believed by Agnes, has no power to impart to Agnes.

Ron did not take the notes, but briefly thought about what excuse he should use to convince this devoted princess.

Perhaps, I should use my eloquence as a charlatan?

"Ahem..." Ron coughed and began his performance: "Ms. Agnes, please accept this book."

"You know very well that our captain is great, kind, loving and tolerant."

He kept praising himself, and it felt really bad. Ron's cheeks turned slightly red.

Fortunately, the Dusk Temple has always maintained the luster of the setting sun, so it is not too obvious when reflected on the face.

Agnes did not think there was anything wrong with these corny compliments. She raised her head proudly and said as if it was a matter of course: "Of course, Captain, you are the greatest and most benevolent being in the world."

"So, what do you have to worry about?" Ron spread his hands. "Even if you are learning the power of other gods, the captain will never be alienated from you for this reason. Perhaps, he will be happy because his followers have become more powerful."

"But……"

"Oh, Miss Agnes, put aside your worries. Or, after you are noticed by the God of Plague and Disaster and learn the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, will you become a follower of the God of Plague and Disaster and no longer believe in the Captain?"

"Of course not." Agnes replied immediately: "My faith in the Captain will never change."

"Isn't that a problem? Even if you learn the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, you are still the Captain's follower. Your strength will become stronger, and it will be easier for you to complete the tasks assigned to us by the Captain."

"You don't want our mission to fail in the end, do you?"

Why can’t I change this damn accent?

Ron complained in his heart.

But the effect seemed to be quite good. Agnes frowned, as if she was thinking seriously about Ron's words, and for the first time, some hesitation appeared on her face.

Ron struck while the iron was hot: "And think about it again, Mr. Captain. You can see the past and the future and make every possible plan. Was this scene also within Mr. Captain's expectations?"

"In fact, is this something the Captain deliberately arranged?"

"The purpose is to improve the strength of the followers?"

"If that's the case, then by refusing to accept this power, have you violated the Captain's arrangements and disrupted his plans?"

After hearing these words, Agnes seemed to have completely dispelled her doubts.

Yes, with the Captain's ability to easily foresee the future, nothing that happens here can escape the Captain's eyes. If I cannot accept the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, the Captain will definitely remind me in advance.

She exhaled slightly and put her research notes back into her possession.

Without the burden, Agnes's movements when flipping through her research notes seemed particularly brisk. Just as Ron thought, the princess was very interested in all kinds of weird abilities. Of course, Agnes had no intention of becoming a monster covered in bandages like the source of the plague, but if she could soften the disease magic with the tentacle magic.

Imagine that once the tentacles tear a wound on the target, densely packed viruses are immediately delivered into the wound. That feeling must be quite good.

Or, at the moment the tentacles were cut off, a large amount of poisonous fog would be generated, and even masters of the same level would be in great trouble if caught off guard.

Ron quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that subduing this stubborn princess was more tiring than the previous battle with the source of the plague.

After finishing this, Ron looked at the wooden shelf in front of him again. Apart from this book, the rest of the wooden shelf were all bottles and jars of potions. Most of them were manifestations of disease magic. In some ways, the effects were similar to magic scrolls.

Just look at the labels on these bottles: Black Death? Smallpox? Cholera? Dysentery? Pneumonia...

Ron couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Damn, there's even AIDS. If this gets passed on to any noble, 80% of Granville's aristocracy will be destroyed within a month.

With the current medical level in Dusk Continent, if a few bottles were thrown down, it could result in the death of millions or tens of millions of people.

Of course, apart from the various viruses, there are still some normal things.

Ron also found what he wanted, three bottles of panic-level star-upgrade potions and three bottles of heroic-level star-upgrade potions. The effect of these potions in the game is to directly increase the level by one level.

In addition, there are some potions that can directly increase attributes.

But the increased values ​​are not that much, just a few dozen points. Moreover, there is a limit on the number of times it can be taken. You can only take one bottle of each type of potion that directly increases attributes. Any more than that will be ineffective.

In comparison, the system is obviously more generous.

Ron counted the potions and put them all away, then turned around and prepared to divide the stolen goods.

He is not the kind of stingy master who would keep all the benefits for himself.

Ifrit is trying hard to retrieve the Panlong Pillar. Whether taking the Panlong Pillar out of the ring or putting it back in, it is a very difficult test for Ifrit.

Mythical weapons all have built-in binding effects, which in the real world is equivalent to recognizing the master. If Ifrit can make the Panlong Pillar recognize him as the master, the operation will definitely be simpler and easier. But unfortunately, Ifrit's current strength is far from enough to meet the standard of making the Panlong Pillar recognize him as the master.

Lydia sat cross-legged on the ground, and seemed to have entered a meditative state, repairing the cracks on the bone dragon's head that had been chopped off earlier.

Charlene was not idle either.

As an assassin, Charlene never knew how to write the word "martial virtue". An assassin has only one goal, which is to harvest the target's life, whether it is with a dagger, poison, or any other power...

Sharin had previously collected a dozen glass bottles thrown out by the source of the plague.

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

The viruses that the Source of the Plague could carry on his body were more deadly than those on the wooden rack. Charlene found that some of them were even more effective than the toxins she had carefully prepared.

Although the girls seemed to be very busy, Ron still planned to wake them up and divide the spoils.

Ron cleared his throat and was about to speak.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Ron's expression suddenly changed.

He only felt a mysterious wave suddenly falling from the sky above his head. The feeling was extremely similar to the previous arrival of the God of Plague and Disaster.

His gaze quickly turned to Ifrit who was busy on the Panlong Pillar, and then slowly moved towards the vague and ethereal sky which was in the distance. He saw thick mist rolling just above Ifrit.

The unique space of the Temple of Dusk is being invaded by a mysterious, powerful, and extremely terrifying force.

Five sharp claws pushed aside the sky above his head, and a ferocious dragon head emerged from the void.

The dragon horns are majestic and the dragon beard is fluttering.

More and more bodies emerged from the void, but when Ron saw the full picture of that existence, he gasped.

What kind of existence is that?

Behind the majestic dragon head, there was a body that stretched for a thousand meters and looked like a giant python... However, there was not a single scale or a single bit of flesh on that body.

Yes, but they are just white bones that look like millipedes.

At first glance, it's just creepy.

The next moment, the dragon head turned and looked towards Ifrit.

Where the eyes should have been, there were only two dark blood holes, and the hideous dragon face was covered with blood streaks.

[Beep, system prompt, the Dragon God is trying to interfere with this world...]

Is this the Dragon God that Ifrit said died eight thousand years ago?

Perhaps, He really died!

An indescribable sense of fear even emerged in Ron's chest. He always felt that this Dragon God was more weird and creepy than the previous God of Plague and Disaster.

Ron didn't even have time to calm down before he felt a gust of cold wind filled with a rotten smell sweeping across the entire place.

Right above the undead witch Lydia, the air suddenly became eerie, turbid and gloomy, filled with decay and decay. The mist was entangled in a ball, wriggling violently in the air, twisting, gradually stretching, and gradually condensing into a strange figure.

Ainz Ooal Gown? Bone King?

The moment he saw that figure, Ron even had a strange illusion. It was a tall skeleton wearing a crown and holding a scepter representing great authority. It appeared next to the Dragon God, with dazzling red light bursting out of its eye sockets. It looked down at the Undead Witch Lydia.

[Beep, system prompt, the God of the Dead is trying to interfere with this world...]

Ron's brows were furrowed. No matter how ignorant he was, he could feel that something was wrong this time.

The development of things was far beyond his expectations.

I'm afraid this Twilight Temple is going to be in chaos.

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)