Chapter 341 Treason (3)

Diana and Agnes both looked envious. They were not ordinary people, so they could tell at a glance that Dolores was now receiving some kind of inheritance.

This is a great opportunity.

Those who can carry out this kind of inheritance are all extremely powerful masters without exception. Even Christian can't do it.

In other words, the soul wrapped around Ron's arm is an existence that exceeds the limit of the legendary level, the destructive level, or... the mythical level?

Obviously, everyone present was at a higher level than Ron, but they all helplessly discovered that even though Ron's level was not high, the level he was at seemed to be something they would never be able to reach.

"Sir, that soul..." Everyone was full of doubts, and finally Christian boldly asked.

"Sally, Sally Andre, the sister of the blasphemer Archibald." Ron exhaled and spoke slowly, not hiding anything.

Although Blasphemer involves some very exaggerated things, Sally is fine, and it’s totally fine even if she tells a few people.

However, Ron still underestimated the impact of the title of the blasphemer's sister.

Originally, Christian and the others were still wondering where this master came from and how he could actually pass on this kind of power. But now that they heard that she was the blasphemer's sister, it was no longer surprising.

After all, he is a blasphemer.

His sister might not be as strong as him, but her strength was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even someone as proud as Christian didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

"In the secret room below..."

Faced with another question from Christian, Ron still did not hide anything and briefly described what happened below. Of course, he concealed some dangerous content as there was no need to make these women worry about him.

But even so, the women were still terrified. Even the six-winged fallen angel appeared. How could the war weapon secretly made by the Andre family be weak?

Judging from the previous sounds, the monster had been fighting with the six-winged fallen angel for quite some time. Facing such an enemy, even the strongest Christian could not help. Even the aftermath of the battle would probably be too much for Christian to bear.

Several women felt a little sad.

Normally, they were proud of their own strength, and felt that they were rare masters in this vast Dusk Continent. But now they helplessly discovered that when they encountered truly powerful enemies, their own strength was not worth mentioning at all.

These women have different personalities, but they are all very proud at heart.

They didn't want to see anything happen, so they could only watch from afar and could do nothing. After a long time, Christian finally spoke slowly: "Sir, tell me, if I can really break those shackles, can I become a strong man like that?"

Ron turned his head and looked at Christian. He could sense the unyielding will in Christian's eyes. He knew it would be difficult to persuade Christian. After a brief hesitation, he finally said slowly, "Yes."

Christian breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is difficult, at least there is hope.

"But you also have to understand that once you take that step, you will face endless hardships. Maybe you have great strength, but you will soon find that this strength can't do anything. Fate may rewrite your destiny... In this destiny, you will have a lot of bad luck. You may choke to death when drinking cold water, or be killed by a flower pot falling from the upper floor on the way."

"Perhaps, for some inexplicable reasons, you will provoke some enemies who originally have nothing to do with you..."

"Perhaps, a group of bastards who call themselves the guardians of destiny will jump out and correct your fate, adjust your fate back to its original state, or... wipe you out directly."

Christian's expression kept changing.

Although Ron kept using words like maybe and perhaps, Christian could feel from his voice that it was not just maybe, but something that would definitely happen. Perhaps, Ron was experiencing all of this now.

"I know, but..."

"I get to write my own destiny." Christian took a deep breath and said slowly.

Although this sentence is not as domineering as "My destiny is in my own hands", it also contains an unchanging will.

She is worthy of being the Great Saint, worthy of being Christian.

…

The other side.

In the dense forest, the fighting has subsided.

Blood was everywhere.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest was covered with a light red mist.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of ruptured internal organs was simply nauseating.

There were corpses lying everywhere, and most of them were wearing the uniforms of the Guards and Royal Magicians.

"Damn it, I let that bastard Holt get away." Dominic casually shook his arm to shake off a piece of internal organs stuck to his sleeve, cursing indignantly.

Next to him, Apu's face was also gloomy, and Grand Duke Smullet's face was also very ugly.

Ron was a monster before, and so many people couldn't deal with him. This time, we thought that the four masters would be able to beat Holt, but in the end, he let the guy slip away.

Is this guy a reincarnated loach, so slippery? Of course, it's not without any results.

At least, Holt's elite guards and magician corps had been basically slaughtered completely.

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

Even if Holt was still alive, all his foundations had been destroyed, and he would be alone from now on.

"What should we do now?" Carlo suddenly spoke.

It was a nonsensical sentence, but everyone knew what it meant.

They had defeated Holt now, but they all knew that even if they killed Holt, it would not be considered a victory at all. The real threat had not been eliminated at all.

Ron, still alive.

Ron's existence is like a sword of Damocles, hanging over everyone's head, which may fall at any time, and once it falls, death is certain.

"Or, let's each find a way to escape..." Dominic said slowly.

"Isn't this a bit too embarrassing?" Smullet frowned.

"Do you want dignity or your life?" Apu said slowly, "Do you still want to return to Adams? Don't forget, we joined forces to besiege Ron. That guy is vindictive. Although he has to go to Dolores now and has no time to trouble us, will he come to our house for revenge after he finishes his business?"

"Damn it! The Smullet family is a noble family that has been passed down for eight thousand years." Grand Duke Smullet clenched his fists, his face full of humiliation.

"Forget it. They don't even care about the king, let alone a Grand Duke like you. Don't forget how Grand Duke Egbert died..."

"The best plan for now is to run away. Adams can't stay here anymore. However, I suggest we run together so that we can at least take care of each other." Apu said with his eyes rolling.

"If we run separately and Ron catches us, we'll definitely die. If we stay together, we'll have some chance of resistance."

"Where can we go then?"

"The Theocracy of Spang!" Apu quickly said a name.

"The Spang Theocracy is preparing to go to war with Granville. If we go there, we will definitely be able to gain a good position..."

It's simple, Apu is ready to commit treason.

For someone as powerful as Apu, the concept of the country is actually very dull. Ideas like loyalty to the emperor and patriotism have never appeared in Apu's mind. Otherwise, how could he have wanted to compete with Holt for control of the Kingdom of Granville?

As long as he can make a comeback, he will betray his country, and there is nothing wrong with being a guide. As long as he can gain benefits, he doesn't mind leading the people of the Spang Theocracy.

Chapter 3 is here.

(End of this chapter)