Chapter 457: Carrying the Power of the Evil God (Five Thousand)

"Young man, do you desire power?"

The old man's sudden words left Ashburn confused.

This old guy must be suffering from some serious illness. I'm already twenty years old, but I'm still a teenager.

Besides, I don't desire power now. With my good brother Simmons providing me with a steady supply of pills, my strength will be fully restored sooner or later, and I may even have a chance to reach a higher level. He doesn't think that this weird old man in front of him can come up with anything better than Simmons' pills.

Compared to strength, he now desires naizi more.

After all, he hasn't touched a woman's finger for such a long time since he returned from the Dusk Temple. All the hundreds of lovers he had before have dispersed. He has to rely on traditional skills to barely make a living every day. This life is really not a life for a human being.

Of course, as a respectable man, Ashburn couldn't speak his mind so bluntly. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him: "What do you mean, old man?"

The old man could naturally sense Ashburn's vigilance and rejection, but he didn't care.

He could sense a kind of madness and greed in Ashburn.

He was sure that the ugly young man in front of him had no ability to resist the powerful force.

Marcelino and Mireya, who were standing behind, changed their expressions immediately when they saw that the old man had set his sights on their son. Although sometimes they wanted to tear Ashbern into pieces with their own hands, no matter what, this was their only son, and Marcelino absolutely did not want to see any problems with his son.

His expression changed immediately and he stood up immediately: "Mr. Karem, you..."

The old man named Karem interrupted Marcelino with a wave of his hand: "Your Holiness, please don't worry, I have my own plans. Please rest assured that I will never harm the Holy Son."

Marcelino still had a frown on his face, and after hesitating for a while, he didn't say anything more.

Kareem's eyes never left Ashburne. When Ashburne felt more and more uncomfortable, Kareem finally spoke: "Your Highness, do you know my name?"

Ashburn couldn't help but roll his eyes. This guy must be a fool. What's your name? Why are you asking me? Are you so old and confused that you don't even know your own name? Besides, Dad just said that your name is Kareem.

Fortunately, Karem didn't need a supporting role. He didn't pause for too long and quickly introduced himself: "My name is Karem Andre."

Ashburn didn't care much at first, but soon, his face suddenly changed. Andre? Could it be? "Your Highness the Holy Son guessed correctly. I and Saint Patridge are indeed members of the same family... but we don't belong to the same branch."

Karem looked extremely proud. The surname Andre was a supreme honor for any member of the family.

In this respect, they are even more exaggerated than the Copperfield family.

"Although Your Highness is young and promising, you are still a little inexperienced. Perhaps you don't know that the Andre family is the largest family in the entire Dusk Continent. It can even be said that the Andre family already existed in this world eight thousand years ago, before the Dusk Dynasty was destroyed."

"So far, the family has been passed down for nearly a thousand generations, and the members of the Andre family have been committed to maintaining the stability of the Dusk Continent from generation to generation. We will never allow anything that disrupts the world order to appear."

These words are indeed somewhat shocking.

There are a large number of countries and countless families on the Dusk Continent. Due to the suppression of the dragon clan, the power of the royal nobles cannot be shaken. However, eight thousand years is too long. Anything can happen in such a long time. Countless families have risen and fallen, or even completely disappeared in the long river of history.

Even the royal family has changes from time to time.

The royal families on the Dusk Continent today are probably less than one-tenth of the royal families of eight thousand years ago, and the succession of nobles is even more exaggerated.

For a family to exist for eight thousand years is itself a symbol of its heritage and strength.

What's more, according to the old man in front of him, the Andre family has existed for far more than eight thousand years, and it might even be tens of thousands of years. This is really an exaggeration.

Even though the old man didn't seem to be lying, Ashburn was still skeptical.

However, perhaps only such a terrifying family can give birth to a being like a sage?

This is the foundation.

Kareem was quite satisfied with Ashburn's shock. He stroked his beard and let Ashburn digest the information before speaking again: "Perhaps you don't know how terrible the power of the Andre family is. Let's put it this way, the Andre family may not be able to rule the Dusk Continent in a short time, but it is not a big problem to destroy any race."

Ashburn's heart trembled slightly.

To destroy a race and to destroy a country are completely different concepts.

Why did this old man tell me so much? What exactly did he want to do? Normally, such a hidden family would not easily expose their capital, right?

For a moment, Ashburn found it difficult to understand.

But, Kareem naturally had his own plans.

This was the decision made after several ancestors of the family discussed together. In the Elf Forest in the south, the high priest Heferson was causing chaos, and a little further north, that damn fake prophet Ron was causing trouble.

If the Andre family continues to act in the same way as before, it will be difficult for them to continue to fulfill their responsibility of maintaining world stability.

Therefore, the Andre family gave up their ancestral custom of seclusion and prepared to come out into the world.

Since they are about to be born, they will inevitably come into contact with the major forces of the Dusk Continent. Letting them know about the Andre family's strength in advance will also facilitate the family's next actions.

After all, although the Andrea family is extremely powerful, they have too few members, and they have to rely on local bosses like Marcelino for many things... Well, there are actually quite a few members of the Andrea family, but 80% of them are demented or deformed. There is no way around it. Although the sequelae of inbreeding have been studied for thousands of years, the Andrea family has never been able to find a way to reduce the probability of dementia and deformed children.

Karem said eloquently: "Everyone knows the name of Saint, but they don't know that Saint Patrich is just a branch of the Andre family, and the one I belong to is the headquarter of the family."

"Moreover, the world does not know that the full name of the blasphemer Archibald is Archibald Andre."

"Although Archibald is just a traitor who defected from the Andre family headquarters."

hiss.

As soon as these words came out, Ashburn couldn't help but take a breath.

If what Karem said is true, then this family is truly terrifying.

The only two beings in the past eight thousand years who could break through the limits of the realm of destruction actually both came from this family. What kind of freaks are in this family?

Ashburn quietly looked at his father and mother. They both had solemn expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they had known the news for a long time. With their personalities, they would naturally investigate carefully. It seemed that the conclusion of the investigation should have confirmed that the old man was not lying.

Ashburn took a deep breath, trying to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and looked at the old man in front of him calmly: "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Karem?"

"No matter how powerful the Andre family is, it has nothing to do with me. I am not from the Andre family."

Just you?

Are you worthy of being a member of the Andre family? A trace of disdain flashed in Kareem's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He even smiled and said, "There is a reason for telling His Highness the Holy Son... I don't know why Archibald the Blasphemer has power comparable to that of a god. According to the records in the family, Archibald was originally judged to have average talent and would not achieve much in the future."

"But no one knows what kind of opportunity he had that made his strength soar to the sky."

"However, we don't know how Archibald rose to power, but the Andre family has very detailed records of how Saint Partridge broke through the realm of destruction."

Buzz! At this moment, Ashburn's heart, which had finally calmed down, could no longer control its violent agitation.

For many years, how to break through the realm of destruction has been an insurmountable obstacle in front of all practitioners in the Dusk Continent. Except for blasphemers and sages, no one can take that step.

But now Kareem actually said that the process of Saint Patrich breaking through the realm of destruction was recorded in detail? Doesn't that mean...

Bang, bang, bang, bang…

My heart is beating faster and faster.

Although Ashburn's current strength is far inferior to his, his heart is still pounding and his throat is dry.

"What should I do?" His voice was even trembling: "Why are you telling me this?"

"It is very simple to break through the legendary realm. Perhaps you don't know that every practitioner has some kind of shackles. As long as these shackles exist, we will never be able to surpass the legendary level."

"And the strength of these shackles is such that even legendary power cannot cut them. This is a dead end. If we want to cut these shackles, there is only one way to choose, and that is to use external forces."

"A force that is strong enough can shatter these shackles, and the restrictions on the practitioners will disappear."

Ashburn even clenched his fingers: "Then where does this external force come from?"

"Evil God, or a being of the same level!"

Buzz! Ashburn's head was buzzing again, and his pupils suddenly widened.

This old guy never stops until he says something shocking.

He actually wanted to borrow the power of the evil god? Was he looking for death?

Doesn't this old man know that for practitioners, evil gods are the biggest taboo? The consequences of being contaminated by evil gods are either death or madness.

He actually wanted to borrow the power of the evil god to break through to a new level. He couldn't say that without eighty years of cerebral thrombosis.

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

Kareem seemed to know Ashborn's reaction very well. After all, he had seen it on Marcelino and Mireya's faces before: "Sir, pay attention to my words... Evil God, or a being of the same level."

"The only ones who can be on the same level as the evil gods are the righteous gods... But you know the situation of the righteous gods better than I do. I have called them for eight thousand years but received no response. It is almost impossible to borrow the power of the righteous gods to break through the checkpoint."

"However, there are not only evil gods and righteous gods in this world... Your Excellency, do you know who is suppressed by the seal under the headquarters of the Church of the Heart of Nature?"

Ashburn didn't expect the topic to suddenly shift here. He was stunned for a moment before answering, "Isn't it the evil god?"

"No, no, no, that person is not the evil god..."

A bright light suddenly burst out from Kareem's cloudy old eyes: "That is an existence more terrifying than the evil god."

"Eight thousand years ago, the Twilight Dynasty collapsed, and the last Twilight King died in the Twilight Temple. This war was also called the Ragnarok of the Gods. In the process of killing the last Twilight King, dozens of gods died..."

"In the end, the last Dusk King was beheaded, and his body was divided into seven parts and suppressed in the headquarters of the seven major orthodox churches."

"However, later generations did not know much about this period of history, and due to misinformation, it became the seal of the evil god."

"If the Andre family's records are correct, the remains sealed in the Church of Nature's Heart should be the left hand of the last Dusk King."

"The Last Twilight King is more powerful than the average evil god, but he is not as crazy as the average evil god. If we can absorb the power of the Last Twilight King's left hand, it will definitely help practitioners break through the levels. Even cutting off the shackles on their bodies is not impossible."

Seeing that Ashburn's gaze was becoming more and more crazy and greedy, Karem looked smug.

He knew that no matter how vigilant or profound a person was, as long as he was a practitioner, he would never be able to resist the temptation to break through the realm of destruction.

"According to the Andre family's records, Saint Patrich absorbed some of the power of the last Dusk King and finally succeeded in breaking through the limitations and becoming a powerful being in the realm of destruction."

"And the reason I told you so much is because I hope that you can absorb the power of the Dusk King's left hand that is suppressed by the Church of Nature's Heart."

Boom...Crack.

Although Ashburn had already thought of this possibility, when he heard it with his own ears, he still felt dizzy.

His breathing became more and more rapid.

His throat kept moving and he kept swallowing saliva.

The heart was beating so violently that it almost jumped out of the chest.

Various thoughts kept emerging in his mind. He wanted to absorb the power of the Dusk King's left hand, restore his original strength, and even become stronger, becoming the third destruction-level master in the past eight thousand years... He wanted to kill Ron and save Isabel from Ron's clutches.

However, he has no strength... Could this be a perfect opportunity?

In an instant, Ashburn felt as if his head was about to explode.

"Why... why... me?" The uncontrollable restlessness deep in his heart made it difficult for Ashburn to even utter a single word calmly.

His eyes were completely filled with greed and madness.

"The reason is very simple."

“Although the last Twilight King was not an evil god and not as crazy as an evil god, the power of God is not something that mortals can touch at will. I am not afraid to tell you that after the saint, the Andre family arranged hundreds of talented members who had reached the legendary peak to try to absorb the power of the Twilight King’s remains, and all of these people died without exception.” When saying this, Kareem did not feel any guilt at all, and did not feel that he was cheating anyone.

"The reason is simple, it's just because these people lack a kind of obsession in their hearts."

"According to the records of the saints, only those who are extremely crazy in their hearts and are willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives and souls, can keep their original intentions and not be destroyed by the unprecedentedly powerful souls. Only then can they use the power of the last Dusk King to cut off the shackles."

Then, Kareem stared at Ashburn in front of him and said, "But you are different."

"The first time I saw you, I could feel that within your body and soul, there was an extremely crazy obsession. For this obsession, you would do anything..."

Ashburn was silent.

Obsession.

He certainly does.

Once upon a time, his obsession was to maintain the position of the Son of God, become the Pope, and dominate the Church of the Heart of Nature.

Because of this obsession, he killed four brothers, the youngest of whom was even very close to him.

And now, there is another obsession in his soul, that is to become stronger, then kill Ron and save Isabel from Ron's clutches.

Ashburn could feel that this obsession was even stronger and crazier than the first one. He would do anything to achieve this goal, even if it meant pushing his own parents into hell, or even burning his own soul. He would not hesitate at all.

"I don't deny that this plan is somewhat dangerous." Kareem said slowly, "But I have to say that among all the people I have met, the obsession in your body is definitely the closest to that of Saint Partridge."

"Perhaps, you will still die or go crazy, but your chances of success are definitely the highest."

Karem added fuel to the fire.

call……

Ashborn let out a heavy breath. He did not agree immediately. Instead, he looked up at Kareem and asked, "What does the Andre family want?"

"Don't tell me you're here purely to do good things."

Kareem laughed: "That's impossible. Even if I say I came here to do good things, you won't believe me."

Soon, his expression became serious. "Only after you succeed, I want you to help me kill two people. The first one is the high priest of the Church of the Mother of All Things, Heferson, from the elves."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that he was a guy who should have died 120 years ago. However, he changed his fate through some means. He absorbed the power of the evil god and became the third destructive master in the Dusk Continent in the past 8,000 years."

Ashborn's breathing stagnated slightly and he felt a little unhappy. He thought he would be the third one, but an elf got there first.

"Who is the second person?"

"False Prophet...Ron!"

Chapter 1 5,000 words 　　 　 (end of this chapter)