Chapter 414 Lovers, the Fairy Queen! (1)

This time, the weapon Ron chose was the Death Shot Gun.

Although the Dragon God's Eye is of a higher grade and has greater destructive power, compared to the Spear of Death Flying, the Dragon God's Eye lacks a special effect, that is... armor penetration. When causing damage such as cutting, the effect of armor penetration is more useful than the pure destructive power of the Dragon God's Eye, especially since the Holy Father's body is very bloated and obese, and is full of fat, which allows the Holy Father to have a strong resistance to impacts such as blunt objects.

Let go of that girl... Ron didn't know why he said that. Maybe it was just because of the playful mentality in his heart. He always wanted to try what kind of feeling he would have when saying such words.

The sound hadn't even died down when the spear that pierced through the dead fly had already torn through mid-air.

The sharp tip of the gun, with a scarlet glow, pointed directly at the Holy Father's fat and strong arm.

The Holy Father, who was unable to extricate himself from his rage, had never expected that Ron would attack from behind. In addition, the chaotic energy fluctuations in front of him also seriously interfered with the Holy Father's perception ability, causing him to be unable to detect the movement behind him at all.

It was not until the spear that pierced through the air and made a sharp hissing sound that the Holy Father reacted.

This guy is very powerful, but he also has an extremely obvious flaw, which is his extreme lack of combat experience.

The battles between masters, except for the previous confrontation with Heferson, were all back to zero.

This also resulted in the fact that although the Holy Father had extremely exaggerated energy in his body, he was unable to convert this energy into 100% combat power. When he sensed the movement behind him, the Holy Father's actions slowed down slightly by less than 0.1 second, and he immediately let go of Mirabelle's wrist and tried to retract his arm.

But this 0.1 second was enough for Ron.

Phew.

The skin on the Holy Father's arm was easily cut open, revealing the red and white pork belly inside... Then, with a crunching sound, even the bones wrapped in flesh and blood were cut open.

The hard bones seemed to become soft tofu in front of the spear that pierced through the deadly flying beast, and could not provide any resistance at all.

The entire arm was split in half from the elbow. The severe pain twisted the Saint's fat face into a ball. His reaction was quite fast. With a swish of his left hand, he grabbed Ron's head.

The five fingers are bent like eagle claws.

In an instant, Ron felt the pressure around his body increase out of nowhere.

The squeezing sensation was so strong that Ron even felt that his body, bones, flesh, and skin were all about to be crushed into minced meat.

Annihilation.

The same move that had killed the bone dragon instantly before.

Having witnessed the bone dragon being compressed into a fist-sized sphere, Ron knew very well how powerful this move was. He planned to resist it head-on, grabbed Mirabelle's shoulders, and his body instantly turned into a stream of light, floating towards the back.

By a hair's breadth, he avoided the attack range of annihilation.

Ron heard a crackling sound. It was the explosion caused by the extreme compression of the air in that area. Although the scene was not particularly exaggerated, the dead silence that permeated that moment was still chilling.

He looked down at his right arm that was severed at the elbow, and then looked at Ron and Mirabelle who were dozens of meters away. The Holy Father's expression became even gloomier.

hateful!

He originally wanted to kill this damn intruder. With the multiple blessings from God the Father and the unprecedentedly expanded power, the Holy Father did not think he would lose at all. But who could have thought that the final outcome would be like this?

A huge, half-meter-long wound was cut between his chest and abdomen, almost ripping him open.

The right arm was also cut off.

Even the bride was taken away.

Humiliation! Compared to the intense pain in his body, the unbearable humiliation in his soul and spirit tormented him even more.

On the other side, Ron and Mirabelle's reactions were a little dull.

Mirabelle's little face was a little flushed, and it was unknown whether it was because of the excitement of escaping death. Her pair of emerald eyes were wandering, and she glanced at the young man beside her from the corner of her eyes from time to time. The corners of her delicate mouth even curled up from time to time.

Ron, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

The Holy Father is not so easy to kill, and Ron did not expect to end the Holy Father's life with just a sneak attack. It was already quite difficult to rescue Mirabelle successfully.

Otherwise, the elf queen has been controlled by the Holy Father. During the battle, Ron was cautious and might accidentally implicate Mirabelle, let alone kill the Holy Father. If she died, this series of special tasks would be over.

[Beep, system prompts, the Elf Queen Mirabelle's favorability towards the host has increased, and the current favorability is: 70. ]

No matter how fierce the battle was, Elsa, who had been sitting on Ron's shoulders from beginning to end and was as steady as a rock, made lazy sounds and was too lazy to even lift up her little head lying on top of Ron's head.

Ron raised his eyebrows. What's going on? The favorability is already 70?

This has reached the level of passionate love, right? The favorability is 70. Even if I propose to Mirabelle directly, I guess she won't refuse.

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

My goodness, this elf queen doesn’t even know her own name now.

Sure enough, a hero saving a beauty is the most effective way to win a beauty's heart. Although it is cliché, it is effective.

But it's normal to think about it. The Elf Queen was first imprisoned and monitored by Heferson, and then forced to take the position of Elf Queen. Then she died for inexplicable reasons after a few years. After finally escaping from the clutches of the devil, she was hunted down by Heferson's men. She fled to this small town, and was abducted by the ugly Saint Father. She was forced to marry this bloated, ugly and dirty man, and even became pregnant with the evil fetus of the evil god.

Mirabelle had one foot already in the gates of hell, and half of her body was already submerged in hell. Except for Mirabelle, no one else knew how desperate this was for such a young girl.

But even in such despair, it was Ron who saved her from the cold abyss.

In this case, it is normal for favorability to soar.

Mirabelle's glances from time to time even made Ron feel a little guilty. After all, at least now, he appreciated Mirabelle's beauty, but as for feelings, they naturally did not exist.

Different from Irelia, Dolores, Ifrit, and even Hakuen.

Although they are both special strategy missions, the feelings accumulate little by little over a long period of time together, and the longer the time, the stronger the feelings.

In comparison, Mirabelle is more like an NPC that you meet for the first time and exists only to complete the mission.

By the way, didn’t this girl feel that her left wrist had been crushed?

Doesn't it hurt? Seeing the little hand drooping and pulling weakly, Ron couldn't bear it after all. He sighed helplessly, took out a hymn magic scroll from the storage ring, and handed it to Mirabelle: "Heal yourself."

[Beep, system prompts, Elf Queen Mirabelle's favorability towards the host has increased, current favorability: 75! ]

Ron: …

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