Chapter 419 The Evil God Arrives (1)

Mirabelle originally didn't take those opposite sexes seriously.

As a person of royal blood and one of the candidates for the Elf Queen, even though the royal family has long since declined and their lives are in the hands of the high priest, they are still admired by many elves.

What's more, although Mirabelle is still young and has not yet grown up, she has already revealed a graceful figure and a pretty face, and naturally attracted the favor of many male elves.

High Priest Heferson did not stop this kind of thing, but just told his men to keep an eye on it.

After all, he still needs royal blood to maintain order among the elves.

He wanted to kill everyone, but this was not something that could be accomplished in a short time. Before he could succeed, he still needed to use these elves to complete his plan. If he could give birth to royal descendants sooner, Heferson would be happy to see it happen.

However, Mirabelle was not very interested in the people around her.

She knew very well that just because of her looks, she was considered the best choice even among the elves who were famous for their beauty. Those people were just greedy for her body and they had no real feelings for her.

They even just wanted to get a taste of what it was like to be an elf princess or even an elf queen. The identity of an elf queen might give them an extremely strong sense of conquest and satisfaction, and they didn't care at all about dying in a few years for inexplicable reasons.

Not to mention fighting against Heferson, even if it was just those lackeys under Heferson, as long as he glared at them, these people would immediately become like his grandsons, nodding and bowing, with fawning smiles on their faces.

No matter how handsome such men are, Mirabelle would not have the slightest interest in them. Having them around her every day would only make Mirabelle feel noisy, like a group of ducks.

But that man is different.

The man was tall and his appearance might be considered handsome among humans, but among elves, he was only below average, far inferior to the elves that usually surrounded him.

But it was this man who made Mirabelle know for the first time what peace of mind was.

Standing behind the man, his not-so-broad back was like a safe haven, helping her to withstand any storm.

That was the first time in Mirabelle's life that her heart was beating fast, even though she didn't even know the man's name.

But now, this man has disappeared.

Mirabelle felt as if a piece of her heart was suddenly empty. She looked around in panic. Even though she was pushed to the position of queen and knew that she would die in a few years, even though she tried her best to escape from the Elf Forest, even when she was hunted by the assassins of the Assassination Group, she had never been as panicked as she was now.

She didn't know where the man had gone. Was he buried by the rubble from the collapsed mountain? Her petite body trembled, and then she rushed towards the pile of rocks in front of her like a madman, ignoring the injuries she suffered from the impact, waving her hands around, digging and searching.

Even though the rocks have been piled up into a Gobi desert like an ocean.

Even if the sharp edges of the rocks cut your palms.

…

Ron was literally buried.

The impact of the falling meteor was really a bit exaggerated.

Even though Ron had prepared himself in advance and even quickly distanced himself, he was still unable to completely avoid the impact.

The strongest defensive magic, a forbidden spell-level paradise, was shattered, and then the flying rocks hit Ron's head, quickly submerging his body under the rubble.

Ron is not dead, but it is hard to say about the Holy Father.

After all, he was only bearing the impact of the falling meteor, while the Holy Father used his forehead to block the meteor. The difference between the two is quite big.

Of course, his luck was pretty good, as several huge stones supported each other and created a space, preventing all the stones from falling on him. However, now, it was not an easy task to escape from the ruins.

I don’t know how many stones are piled above my head, but they are probably at least several hundred meters thick.

He is quite strong now, but it is too difficult for him to rely on his own strength to break through the blockade of hundreds of meters thick stones.

The six-winged fallen angel should be able to do it, but Ron doesn't want to use the power of the fallen angel unless it is absolutely necessary. Although there is no evidence, he just has this strange feeling that if he often relies on Niafu's power, it may bring about some inexplicable disasters.

He had never had this feeling before, but when Ron broke through to the legendary realm and wanted to borrow the power of Niafu, this warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart for no reason.

With Ron's current strength and character, it is impossible for him to ignore this warning sign.

Although he was temporarily trapped, he was not in a hurry.

The main trouble now is the injuries on my body.

The injuries in your body don't matter, the beating of Ostara's Heart can restore them.

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

The trouble was that, under the previous impact, the energy in his body had fallen into disorder, and his tendons and veins were disordered, and it would take some time to calm down.

After his strength is restored, there will be a way to break the blockade on his head. How can he, a legendary master, be suffocated to death? At this moment, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground with a magic stone in his hand. He began to mobilize the power of the magic stone to suppress the chaotic energy in his body. The energy contained in the dragon crystal is naturally richer, but the energy is too violent. Absorbing the dragon crystal, let alone suppressing the chaos in the body, is simply adding fuel to the fire.

As a trace of energy entered his body, Ron let out a long breath. It felt like drinking a glass of iced sour plum soup in a hot environment. It was very refreshing, and the disorder in his body was being calmed down bit by bit.

Gurgle, squeak, squeak…

At this moment, a suppressed, strange sound suddenly came from the darkness.

The sound was very small, but it was particularly clear in this enclosed space.

Ron's eyelids twitched as he was absorbing the Philosopher's Stone. He raised his eyes and looked forward.

Buzz! His spirit almost exploded.

In the darkness, Ron's face was covered with flesh buds that looked like wriggling white worms, and beneath the skin, round marks appeared.

Erosion, pollution.

His heartbeat began to accelerate wildly, and the sound of his heartbeat even echoed uncontrollably in this enclosed space.

He could see strange symbols being quickly sketched on the stone right in front of him.

The Evil God Has Come! 　Chapter 1

(End of this chapter)