Chapter 380 Has he always been this brave? (Super long chapter)

"Anyone who dares to cross this line... will die!"

The voice was cold and not loud, but it clearly penetrated into the ears of every soldier.

There was dead silence under the night sky.

The people in front were shocked by the crack, which was one meter wide, unknown depth and length, and dared not move. Although the private soldiers behind could not see the crack, they could see the figure gradually falling from the hotel window, and their throats were constantly moving.

They had seen Ron's portrait, knew Ron's identity, and had a clearer idea of ​​what this man had done before.

The palace of Granville was reduced to ashes by the power of this man. Although it is being rebuilt now,... even the ruins have not been cleaned up yet.

It was this man who expelled King Holt 474 of Granville, and his life or death is unknown.

It was he who killed the Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Massacred Grand Duke Egbert.

No one knows how many legendary masters died at the hands of this man that night. All we know is that a thick layer of solidified blood formed on the ruins of the palace.

Thirty thousand guards, the Royal Magic Corps, the Magicians' Association, the private armies of the three great masters, the Knights of Dawn… tens of thousands of elite soldiers, all died at the hands of this man.

Since then, this man has had countless titles, such as devil, butcher, murderer...

The shadow of a tree is the name of a person! Even though these nobles kept telling these soldiers that Ron was seriously injured and his strength was not as good as before, the moment Ron appeared on the scene, an indescribable fear still enveloped every soldier's heart.

Their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

Goose bumps quickly appeared on the skin.

The sound of the body trembling, the sound of teeth clashing, the sound of heavy breathing...

Are you kidding me? Does this look like a seriously injured person? How can a seriously injured person tear a canyon thousands of meters long and one meter wide on the ground? What kind of power is this? In the back, Antoine and the large group of nobles suddenly stagnated their breathing, and a strong sense of fear inevitably surged into their hearts.

Especially Antoine.

When he saw Ron for the first time, his mind couldn't help but emerge with the scenes he had experienced in the palace. The piles of broken limbs and bodies, the blood and brains that gathered into rivers, the scarlet blood mist that blocked the moonlight, and the internal organs floating on the surface of the sea of ​​blood...

The indescribable fear caused his abdomen to begin to squirm violently, and the strong urge to vomit continued to stimulate Antoine's nerves.

No matter how arrogant he had said before, or how ferocious he had behaved, when he saw Ron with his own eyes, he realized that his fear of Ron had never disappeared. This fear was just suppressed in the deepest part of his heart by a cunning means. He desperately thought that after becoming king, he would no longer be afraid of this man.

He told himself in an almost hypnotic way that Ron was now seriously injured and he could easily kill him.

But now he understood that no matter how many methods he used, they were all... useless.

He was breathing heavily. He didn't dare to look at Ron. The fear brought by those scenes in the past was too strong. However, his eyes were fixed on the figure in the air from beginning to end. Antoine wanted to see something.

Even the tiredness in his eyes and the dejection on his face may prove that this guy is really seriously injured, and what he did before was just his forced effort.

Then, Antoine's fear turned into excitement.

In other words, under the stimulation of fear, consciousness enters a state of uncontrolled excitement.

He really saw fatigue on Ron's face. His cheeks were even a little sunken and his eye sockets were deep. It felt like... like he was completely overdrawn.

This is completely consistent with the symptoms of running out of magic power.

Especially when Ron landed on the ground, his hand even pressed slightly on his waist.

Antoine was shaking with excitement. He felt that he was very perceptive and smart. Just from the tiny changes in Ron, he could infer that Ron's health was not as good as before.

It seems that the information provided by the little noble named Bach is completely correct.

Ron was really seriously interfered with when he was trying to break through the realm. Not only did he fail to break through successfully, his own realm was even greatly reduced, and his body was seriously injured.

Bach, this little nobleman, is really capable.

Antoine was no longer frightened, nor did he tremble any more.

Even the original urge to vomit disappeared completely.

He felt himself again.

Stand straight.

He simply stretched out his hands to separate the soldiers in front of him, then walked towards the front of the battle formation with his head held high.

This scene made many nobles look strange and they looked at Antoine with admiration. After all, that was Ron, the murderer. Thousands of people died at his hands. Even masters like Holt 474 and Apu could be easily crushed to death by him. Apart from anything else, just this title and this aura were enough to suppress almost all the nobles and make them tremble in fear.

Even though these nobles were a bunch of old foxes, they all felt a chill in their hearts at this moment. When they thought of Ron's strength, they felt like they were crazy... How could they be so stupid as to want to send troops to wipe out Ron and Dolores together? Isn't this courting death? Even if Ron was seriously injured, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to resist him, right?

But at this time, Antoine, who had always been a waste, actually dared to face Ron, which was really impressive.

For a moment, many nobles were impressed, thinking that they were worthy of being the bloodline of the Holt family.

Although he seemed a little incompetent, he was still very good. In this way, the fear in their hearts was not so strong.

Ron's expression was a little strange as he watched Antoine walk step by step in front of him. A pair of eyes stared at him intently across a distance of dozens of meters and a one-meter-wide crack.

Has this boy always been so brave?

Antoine's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his sight swept over Ron in front of him, and he couldn't help but look at him with some contempt. Damn it, he was just a foreign noble bastard, not even qualified to inherit the family, but he became a prophet inexplicably, and now he has become his biggest enemy. What qualifications does this bloodline of garbage have? Especially, this hateful bastard is also Irelia's lover.

This or that kind of thing may have already happened between the two people, and they may have tried this or that kind of posture...

When Antoine thought about the fact that the woman he had fallen in love with and hoped would become his princess was actually enjoyed by this abominable bastard first, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten two pounds of fly shit.

However, it is more important to get down to business.

Antoine took a deep breath, maintaining his dignity as a prince, and stood with his hands behind his back. "Ron, Dolores is in this hotel. Hand her over. For Irelia's sake, I can give you a quick death."

Ron was speechless.

This was originally just a small plan he and Dolores came up with on the spur of the moment.

After all, the number of nobles in the Kingdom of Granville is really exaggerated.

Investigation, evidence collection, trial, and execution.

Going through this series of processes is such a waste of time.

However, although the target was the nobles, Dolores did not want to be accused of killing innocent people.

Ron was preparing to go to the orc territory again. Arianna was still in seclusion. Ron wanted to resolve the matter here completely before he left. Arranging for Bach to instigate this group of nobles, together with the so-called eldest prince Antoine, to rebel together was definitely the best choice.

After all, the crime of treason deserves the death penalty, right?

This so-called brother has rebelled and was sent to the guillotine. Is that okay?

Although the means are a bit rough, they are absolutely reasonable and legal.

What Ron was really worried about was that this plan was a little too crude. Anyone with a little common sense could see the problems in it. These people might not be so easily fooled.

However, he seemed to overestimate the IQ of these people.

Things went even more smoothly than he had imagined.

How confident are this eldest prince and this group of nobles?

Looking at that expression, it was as if he believed that he was really seriously injured and could be easily crushed to death.

but……

"What does this have to do with Irelia?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows.

Could it be that Antoine and Irelia are still friends? Otherwise, why would he have to consider Irelia's face? Antoine raised his head proudly: "After I ascend the throne, Irelia will be my future queen."

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

As soon as these words came out, Ron's eyes turned cold instantly... If you were just being impatient in front of Ron, Ron wouldn't be too angry, but setting your sights on my woman is a way to death.

His face was cold and his deep eyes made Antoine feel a chill in his heart.

But when he thought that Ron was just holding on, the pressure in Antoine's heart was relieved a lot. Yes, Ron was definitely holding on. What kind of person was this guy? He had an extremely hot temper. If he disagreed with something, blood would flow.

He actually talked so much to me this time. It was obviously because he was seriously injured and was deliberately delaying time?

It has to be said that once a person has determined something in his mind, he will desperately use his brain to find various excuses to convince himself that what he has determined in his heart is right and true.

"Irelia?" Ron suddenly sneered: "I really don't know where you get your confidence from."

"Irelia is such a proud and beautiful woman, how could she fall for a piece of trash like you?"

Buzz.

Antoine's face flushed instantly, his body trembled, and he shouted angrily: "Ron, how dare you look down on me like this? You are about to die, and you still dare to be stubborn?"

"I wanted to give you a decent treatment. If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

He suddenly laughed grimly: "Don't worry, after I kill you and Dolores, I will love your woman well after I take the throne..."

"Not only Irelia, but also that bloody nun Cecilia and Seraphina, they all seem pretty good... hehehe... gurgling..."

As if he was thinking of some kind of scene, Antoine danced excitedly like a madman.

It looked like a pitiful monkey.

These words instantly angered Ron.

He suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Antoine's neck in the air.

Crunch.

Antoine's neck instantly had marks from being choked.

The trachea was extremely compressed, and an intense feeling of suffocation suddenly surged into Antoine's heart.

Poor prince, he had no idea what was happening to him. He instinctively struggled desperately, his body wriggling violently like a worm.

Ron jerked his arm back.

With a hiss, Antoine's body flew towards Ron uncontrollably.

Before he reached Ron, Antoine suddenly raised his right hand and flew into the air. Then... with a bang, he fell face down on the ground.

Ron even heard a crackling sound as the ground shook.

I don't know whether it was the skull, the teeth, or the cheekbone that had been shattered.

On the stone slab, a sticky scarlet liquid gushed out.

Antoine's hands were desperately supporting the ground. He didn't even understand what was going on. Wasn't Ron seriously injured and his strength not as good as before? Why could he still control him so easily?

He refused to accept it, refused to accept it...

call……

Regardless of whether Antoine was convinced or not, his body flew into the air again.

Bang! Whoosh! Bang! It fell to the ground again and again.

Every time that dull sound echoed in the ears of those nobles and private soldiers, it made their hearts tremble uncontrollably.

The furry feeling spread throughout my body.

Antoine's body was no longer recognizable as a human. In a short period of time, all the bones in his body had been broken, and he had turned into a pile of rotten meat... It was really tragic.

Originally, the eldest prince still had the strength to struggle a little, and he even had a chance to let out a scream.

But I don’t know when it started, even the screaming sounds stopped abruptly.

Bang! There was another dull sound, and Antoine's body twitched and squirmed on the ground.

His movements were very slow, more like subconscious behavior of the nerves.

His eyes could no longer be fully opened, blood covered his eyeballs, and only a hazy shadow could be seen in front of him.

It shouldn't be like this.

He was about to sit on the throne and become the new king.

The bloody palm stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch or grab something.

But his arm was completely out of control. Just as he raised his arm a little, it fell weakly to the ground, and the throne was getting farther and farther away in front of him.

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