Chapter 364: The Power of the Blasphemer (1)

To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.

Ron naturally understood this logic. He wanted to take the opportunity to wipe out the remaining three clones and completely kill Holt.

There was obviously something wrong with those clones, and he had a hunch that as long as any one of them survived, he would immediately become a brand new Holt 474, and would still be a threat to him.

Especially since Holt's strength did not decrease at all after the previous attack, but even improved by leaps and bounds, and he also possessed some extremely strange powers. He seriously suspected that Holt might be a puppet chosen by the repairman like Herman and Apu.

Ron's methods were always fierce when dealing with this kind of guy. He would kill him whenever he could and would never give him any chance to survive.

And with his current speed, even if the three clones fled in different directions, he could still kill them.

But unexpectedly, before he could do anything, huge, dark red chains appeared in front of him, wriggling strangely, like ferocious giant pythons.

Ron's originally relaxed expression suddenly became solemn.

Of course he knew what these chains were, he even gave them a name, the shackles of fate.

Once upon a time, when he first sensed that there might be shackles of fate in the Dusk Continent, these chains appeared before him. They had also appeared once before when the six-winged fallen angel Niafu destroyed the Andre family's fighting machines. This was the third time.

Could it be that his current strength has barely broken through the legendary level, but because of his strong foundation and the absorption of two strands of divine power, his energy has changed and is no longer pure magic power, but a special power between magic power and divine power. Although it is restrained, its destructive power has greatly increased, and it is even possible that it has reached the destructive power of destruction, which is why the shackles of fate have appeared?

What was the purpose of the appearance of the Fate Shackles? Could it be that it was a force that wanted to push him back to the level of destruction?

Many thoughts flashed through Ron's mind quickly, and his eyes were fixed on the shackles of fate in the air. The huge chains stretched across the air. Although they were not life, they vaguely revealed a kind of heart-pounding evil.

He could even hear the sound of chains rubbing against each other, making a creaking sound that made his scalp tingle.

That’s not all. Although the chains seemed to be moving slowly, they were actually moving towards Ron from the beginning to the end.

He didn't know what would happen if he was entangled in these chains, but he knew that it was very dangerous.

His throat moved slightly, and the power in Ron's body surged subconsciously. Although he didn't know whether he could destroy these chains, he had an urge in his heart and wanted to give it a try.

On the ground, the expressions of several women were also strange.

They didn't understand how Ron survived the previous attack. His body had been torn into pieces, but now he looked fine. Although they were relieved, seeing Ron staring at the sky motionlessly, not even paying attention to Holt's three clones, they couldn't help but worry in their hearts, wondering what had happened.

They knew that Ron must have seen something that they could not see.

After Ron faked his death, they practiced very hard and thought that the distance between them and Ron had been shortened, but now it feels even farther.

Only Christian had a stern expression. Her legendary peak realm allowed her to see the transparent, wriggling outlines in front of Ron.

Buzz! At this moment, an invisible impact suddenly came.

No one knew where this impact came from, but everyone, even Christian, could feel the sudden oppression in his chest, and an indescribable fear instantly struck his heart.

Even Ron was no exception. His body trembled violently and his pupils contracted slightly.

Then... boom...

There was a roar like an earthquake, and the earth was shaking violently.

A long crack, which could be called a canyon, appeared in front of everyone.

The entire earth seemed to be split into two halves in an instant. The buildings on the earth, the houses of the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and the churches were forcibly torn from the middle with a crackling sound.

The doomsday scene was played out in front of everyone. Everyone who saw this scene could truly feel the fear that penetrated their souls deep in their hearts... What kind of power was this? It could actually tear the earth apart? Even though everyone present was extremely powerful, they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. Their bodies flew up involuntarily and stood beside Ron, staring around vigilantly with a little fear in their eyes.

Even though the existence that tore the earth apart was definitely not something that a few women like them could deal with, no one was willing to surrender.

Ron saw it more clearly. He realized very clearly that at the moment when this huge crack appeared, the shackles of fate in mid-air seemed to lose their original tranquility and relaxation, and suddenly became restless, and the creaking friction sound became more harsh.

His eyes involuntarily looked down, at the pitch-black canyon with no bottom in sight.

No one knows where the deepest part of the canyon is connected to. Maybe... it's the abyss, or hell.

Boom! The ground was still shaking and trembling, and the sound was even more violent than before.

In just a short moment, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was split into two halves, with a distance of one hundred meters in the middle.

Suddenly, Ron's eyelids twitched.

Deep in the hundred-meter-wide canyon, he saw a hazy outline approaching rapidly.

That was... a hand.

A wrinkled hand.

When the finger finally emerged from the deepest part of the canyon, Ron felt as if his heartbeat had stopped at that moment.

Each finger looks like a giant dragon pillar.

Hundreds of meters long.

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

When all five fingers emerged from the abyss, Ron even wondered if he had seen the legendary Five Finger Mountain.

This palm is so big that a slight depression on the back of the hand or the palm seems like a huge depression. Large and small pieces of stones are rolling down the palm and are quickly swallowed by the darkness.

A single palm is so exaggerated, so how amazing would it be if the palm itself appeared ?

Perhaps, this is the only word that can describe it.

Dragons and giants seemed like insects in front of this truly huge monster. As for Ron and the others, they were even smaller than ants.

The surface of the palm is covered with corpse spots.

There were lumps and pieces of debris everywhere, making one even wonder if this was a dead person.

Ron almost subconsciously stretched out his hands, and cast a high-level Holy Light magic, and the Dawn Shield quickly spread out around his body... But this was just for psychological comfort. No one knew better than Ron that once this giant hand came towards him, the shield on his body would shatter in an instant.

However, the scene that I was worried about did not happen in front of me.

The moment the giant hand appeared, a few fingers reached out to grab the chains that stretched across the night sky.

Crackle...Crunch...

The chain, which had been showing off its might and power, suffered an unprecedented impact at this moment, shaking violently and making a sharp and piercing sound.

With one slap, I don’t know how many chains were grabbed. With a strong pull, the chains straightened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a crunching sound echoed in Ron's ears.

The chains, like giant pythons swallowing the sky, were pulled apart just like that.

More chains were dragged by the giant hand, drowned in the hundred-meter-wide abyss, and were gradually swallowed by the darkness.

Just as the giant hand was about to disappear in front of Ron, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and he saw a crack on the back of the giant hand, like a huge mouth:

"Thanks, brother!"

It's Chinese.

Archibald the Blasphemer? 　Chapter 1

(End of this chapter)