Chapter 315: Death of Gray Andre (1)

Seeing Gray Andre's appearance, Ron couldn't help but let out a sigh.

To be honest, Ron never took the slight improvement in this guy's strength to heart, but he had to admit that this kind of favor from the immortal body was really disgusting.

This guy won’t die?

His entire chest was covered with just a layer of skin, and his head and neck drooped between his legs, yet he could still stare at me and speak harshly like a wild dog.

If Ron didn't know that this was the Dusk Continent, he would have even suspected that he was watching a horror movie. This scene was really too scary.

That’s not all. The injury Grayandre received this time was extremely serious, absolutely fatal. With this injury, he couldn’t even move normally when the effect of his immortality was activated.

However, Ron could clearly see countless raised marks, like tiny maggots wriggling under Grayandre's skin. Although the speed was slow, some places were really propped up again. It was obvious that the shattered flesh, internal organs and bones were gradually and slowly growing again.

Such a strange scene made Ron frown.

He felt a little troubled.

But Ron didn't believe that there was really such a thing as absolute immortality in this world.

Even real gods will die, let alone a pawn watched by a repairman.

There must be some flaw in this immortal body, there must be some power that can kill him.

Ron's brain was thinking rapidly.

Seeing Ron's appearance, Gray Andre, who was obviously in a very miserable situation, seemed particularly excited, with an exaggerated and smug smile on his upside-down head: "Do you really want to kill me?"

"It's a pity that you can't kill me."

"Even if you burn me to ashes or grind me into powder, I can still come back to life."

"As long as you can't kill me, I will definitely kill you. I will haunt you forever and kill everything you value..."

"I've investigated you. Irelia, Seraphina, and Cecilia, they're all your women, right? Hehehe, you took Dolores away and hurt her. Even if I can't beat you, I will take revenge on these women. I will also let you have a taste of what it feels like to have your beloved woman taken away and hurt by someone else."

"That Seventh Princess Agnes is also your woman, right? The little girl in her arms is your daughter, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha, I can't wait any longer. I really want to see what your expression will be when I play these women to pieces... I will take revenge on your women for all the things you did to Dolores."

"Just wait, that day won't be too far away..."

Ron couldn't help but frown.

Gray Andre, this idiot, is really seriously ill. Ron doesn't even know how vicious and cruel he has used to torture Dolores in his fantasy, which has caused this guy's personality to be twisted to this extent.

However, this guy's voice is so unpleasant. Where did he learn that hehehehe laughter from?

Ron was getting annoyed by this guy's voice:

"Noisy."

With a casual flick of his hand, the Eye of the Dragon God hit Grayandre's head.

With a snap, the whole head shattered like a rotten watermelon.

This time, even the head was gone, and Ron finally got some peace and quiet in his ears... Ron thought so, but this kind of peace and quiet could not even last for two seconds. The familiar, sharp, and hoarse voice once again echoed in Ron's ears:

“Hehehehe… I said, you can’t kill me.”

A disgusting voice, even more smug than before.

A gray-black thing actually crawled out from Gray Andre's already broken body. It was... his soul.

That's right, soul! The gray-black thing was wriggling above the broken body, gradually manifesting itself into the appearance of Gray Andre. The face that was originally quite handsome was filled with gloom and distortion, and the mouth was almost grinning to the ears, and it was laughing at Ron wantonly, not caring about its own broken body below.

There's no need to worry about it. This body will return to its original state in no time anyway.

Ron, this stupid guy, has no idea what a terrifying power immortality is.

Never die, as long as you can keep living, that is a skill.

After he suffered serious physical trauma, no one knew what he had been through, and no one could understand why his strength could improve so quickly in such a short period of time.

In just a few months, he conquered three horrific secret realms, relying on the effect of his immortal body. No matter how the monsters in the secret realm tore his body into pieces, he could recover as before. It was just a matter of time.

Of course, the feeling of having your body torn into pieces is not that pleasant.

But Grey Andre didn't care. As long as he could make himself stronger and have enough strength to rescue Dolores from the bastard Ron, Grey Andre could endure any pain.

This guy's paranoia has almost reached a demonic state, and no one can wake him up from his own world.

It was in these secret realms that Grey Andre obtained his current weapons. It was also in these secret realms that he obtained the magic potion that could break through the legendary level. He even obtained a bottle of magic potion made from a solution of a drop of angel's heart and a large amount of precious medicinal materials, which made his realm soar rapidly.

He originally thought that with his current strength, he could definitely easily defeat Ron, but unfortunately, Ron, this bastard, had some kind of shitty luck, and his strength increased even more than his own, so that he ended up with such a miserable end.

But Grayandre didn't care.

Anyway, he will not die. The more pain and anger he feels, the stronger he will become. He will keep appearing beside Ron, harassing him, snatching away all the women around Ron, and torturing them with the cruelest means, so that Ron can also experience the feeling of having his lover taken away.

He believed that feeling would definitely push Ron into hell.

Gray Andre's voice really made Ron feel very irritated. Looking at the soul floating above his body, Ron slapped his head suddenly and an idea flashed in his mind.

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

Damn, how could I forget this?

It is true that Grayandre's body can recover infinitely.

But, is his soul also immortal? Looking at Gray Andre's soul, let alone immortality, his soul strength is even weaker than that of practitioners who are weaker than him. It is shallow and translucent, as if it may dissipate at any time.

At this moment, Ron was deeply moved.

He had a guess in his mind, and he probably knew where Grayandre's immortality came from.

It seems that Grayandre's body is immortal and can gradually recover no matter what kind of damage it suffers, but this immortality comes at a price, and the price is his soul.

He was recovering from the injuries on his body by consuming his own soul and maintaining the illusion of immortality. Because of this, his soul was thinner than that of weaker practitioners. It was a sequelae caused by repeated use of the so-called immortal body.

Once his soul is completely destroyed, the myth of the immortality of the body will also be completely shattered.

Ron smiled.

That smile made Grayandre a little confused. He didn't understand why this stupid man could still laugh at this time? Could it be that he didn't understand what kind of enemy he was facing, and didn't know how powerful his gift of immortality was?

"why are you laughing?"

Grayandre's soul asked.

"I'm laughing at you. You're about to die, but you still don't have the slightest self-awareness." Ron exhaled and said slowly.

"Huh?" Gray Andre asked sharply, as if he had heard some incredible joke: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am immortal..."

"ah……"

Ron did not answer Grayandre's question, but let out a sharp hiss.

The undead howl.

Come to think of it, this trick hasn't been used for some time.

Now, as Ron's strength grows stronger, this move that directly targets the soul is also becoming stronger and stronger.

As the sound waves spread out, the souls in front of him were like drops of ink dropped into a pond, quickly spreading out with ripples.

Grayandre's soul was too weak. He had no ability to resist the wailing of the undead. He was instantly shattered by the impact and could no longer gather.

In the air, one could only see countless tiny, gray-black substances that looked like dust.

When a gust of wind blows, these soul particles will also dissipate with the wind.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)