Chapter 475 You are still a clown (five thousand)

Marcelino and Mireya are dead.

There was deathly silence all around. Barumong, Balk, Holt the 474th and others were all silent.

A Pope of the Church of Nature's Heart and a Grand Saint, both of them are the top existences in the Theocracy of Spang in terms of strength and status. If no one had seen them torn into pieces in front of them with their own eyes, no one would have thought that these two people would be so frivolous, let alone that they would die at the hands of their own sons.

Barumong, Balk and Holt exchanged glances with each other, their throats moving constantly, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear that they would be spotted by Ashburn and become the next target to be killed.

Ashburn was mad.

This guy has become a complete lunatic. He can easily kill his own parents, let alone them?

They had never experienced death so close before.

Just by exchanging glances, they understood each other's thoughts. While Ashburn was immersed in the excitement of killing his parents with his own hands, several people moved their positions quietly.

Apart from Barumong and the other two, there were only four people left at the scene.

Looking back, when we first entered the underground palace, there was a huge group of about seventeen or eighteen legendary masters. What a magnificent sight. Who would have thought that after Ashburn woke up, only a fraction of them would be left in such a short time.

The seven people gradually dispersed to avoid being wiped out by Ashburne in one move.

But they did not keep too far away from each other, but instead formed a pincer attack. Once one of them was attacked, two people would immediately come to support him from the left and right. They wanted to survive, even though they knew they were no match for Ashburn.

The desire to survive is the most basic and strongest instinct of all life.

People will always struggle with all their might to survive, even legendary masters are no exception.

The small movements of Barumong and the other seven were naturally noticed by Ashburn, but it was obvious that Ashburn did not care. He was immersed in the excitement of having everything under control, like a high god, floating in the air, looking down at the ants struggling to survive below.

These seven idiots, instead of surrendering and waiting to die, actually dared to try to resist. How despicable! They simply didn't take him, a powerful warrior in the Realm of Destruction, seriously.

This alone is the way to death.

Ashburn had already decided in his heart that he would use the most cruel means to let these people experience what hell is like before they die.

Anyway, I have the advantage and I am sure to win. Ashborn is not worried at all that these people have a chance to turn the tables. He plans to take their lives one by one. After all, there are not many toys as fun as this.

Only by taking their lives one by one can those who are still alive experience what true terror is.

Oh, and there are also those people in the royal city.

When I was down and out, they abandoned me. There were also those women who ignored me even when I came to them for help... Haha, I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder what the expressions of those stupid women will be when they know that I have become the strongest person in the Dusk Continent? It will definitely be exciting.

Ashburn was dreaming.

Suddenly, he grinned: "You seven, do you still want to resist?"

The voice was not loud, and there was no sense of ferocity or cruelty in it, but this plain sentence made everyone below shiver slightly. There seemed to be an inexplicable chill in Ashburn's voice, which gave them goose bumps all over their bodies.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Barumonger slowly said, "Ashborn, do you really want to kill us all?"

"What good will it do you if you kill us all?"

"On the contrary, it will cause you to completely break off relations with the royal family and the Copperfield family. I admit that you are indeed very powerful, but if you face the crazy counterattack of the royal family and the Copperfield family alone, I'm afraid you will be overwhelmed, right?"

Ashburn's eyes narrowed into slits: "Are you threatening me?"

Barumong shook his head slowly. Although it was a bit embarrassing, he had to let Ashibern know his strength and at the same time let Ashibern see his value. Only in this way would he have a chance to survive.

He also knew that at this critical moment, his answer was directly related to whether he could survive.

Originally, Barumong's brain was not very good, but at this time, perhaps the threat of death was too exaggerated, Barumong's brain became unusually clever. Although he was afraid in his heart, he did not panic on the surface. He just raised his head and looked directly into Ashborn's eyes: "It's not a threat, I just want His Royal Highness the Son of God... No, now it should be His Majesty the Pope who knows something."

Ashburn felt a little proud. If nothing else, at least the title of His Holiness the Pope made him quite satisfied.

Seeing that Ashburn's brutality had subsided a little, Barumong breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly struck while the iron was hot and said again: "Your Holiness, there is actually no insurmountable conflict between us, right? There is even no hatred."

Ashburn frowned. This was true. Although there were indeed some conflicts between the church and the nobles and royal families, these conflicts were mainly between Barumong and Marcelino.

These people are more or less respectable and generally won't attack young people.

But, the absence of hatred does not mean that I won’t kill you.

The reason why Ashburn wanted to eliminate everyone in the underground palace was simply because he didn't want too many masters of the realm of destruction to appear in the world.

Only the unique ones are the most precious. If the world is full of masters of the Realm of Destruction, then Yashborn's status will naturally be seriously affected, which is something he absolutely does not want to see.

If Barumong thought that I would let him go like this, then I have to say that he was wrong.

Barumonger didn't think about these things. He just desperately wanted to grab any chance to survive. His throat moved and he spoke again: "Ashburn, your real enemy is not us, but Ron."

"Speaking of which, on the first day Ron arrived in the royal city, in addition to destroying two members of the Copperfield family, he also seemed to have called Isabel to the hotel. The two of them seemed to have been tossing and turning all night. Ashburn, can you tolerate this?"

Although the relationship between Ashburn and Ron had not been fully spread, people like Barumong and Balk had their own intelligence systems and were naturally able to grasp the information.

Ron.

When he suddenly heard the name again, Ashburn's face twisted into a twist.

The burning anger in his chest surged up almost instantly.

I will never forget this person. The reason why I am in this state now is all the work of that bastard Ron. It was that damn bastard who pushed me into the abyss.

Ron will never forget this hatred, even if he is reduced to ashes.

Especially after hearing Barumonger say that Ron and Isabel checked into a hotel together, Ashburn felt as if a knife was stabbed into his chest, and then turned around a few times, causing him to feel a piercing pain.

He was like a wounded beast, making a gurgling sound from his throat.

His eyes were completely filled with murderous intent, not only directed at Ron, but also at Barumonger, who was reopening his scars.

He had originally planned to quickly get rid of Barumong and his men. A quick and clean death would be a blessing for these people now, but now Ashburn has changed his mind.

If Barumongge could not give himself a reason not to kill him, he would definitely use extremely cruel means to make Barumongge regret living in this world.

The murderous intent made Barumonger tremble slightly and his face turned pale, but he also knew that it was a critical moment and whether he could survive depended on this. So although he was terrified, he still tried his best to endure it: "Ashburn, it seems that I was right, you really hate that Ron..."

"You want revenge yourself, don't you?"

"You also want to take back everything that Ron took away, don't you?"

"But you know very well how powerful Ron is. Karem, who you killed, also said that Ron and Heferson of the Elf Forest are both strong men in the Destruction Realm. They entered this level earlier than you. Ashborn, I admit that you are indeed very strong. Even the seven of us combined are definitely not your opponents. But are you really confident that you can defeat Ron?"

"You know better than anyone that you are no match for Ron, at least not yet."

"You want to kill us, but we can't beat you and we will definitely die. But at the same time, if we fight back desperately, we can still cause you some damage, at least we can make you lose some energy."

"Can you guarantee that Ron knows nothing about what's happening here? Can you guarantee that when you leave the underground palace and reappear in the royal city, you won't run into Ron head-on?"

"You are not as strong as Ron. With your energy depleted and your body injured, what can you use to fight Ron?"

In order to survive, Barumong really risked his life.

He was racking his brain, desperately trying to find an excuse that could demonstrate his own value and keep him alive, and he spoke so much that his mouth was dry.

Ashburn's expression became increasingly grim.

When he first entered the realm of destruction, he was full of energy and vigor.

But what Barumong said was not wrong. In the same realm, Ron had been immersed in it for a longer time, and his control over power was naturally more perfect than his own. If they really fought, he would probably not be Ron's opponent.

If he continued to waste his energy on Barumong and the others, or even got injured, and then immediately met Ron, the situation would be really bad.

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

The people of Ashburn knew their own business. Although they had easily killed many legendary masters before, those were all sneak attacks... In Barumong, people like Balk were very vigilant. If they fought face to face, it would be a little troublesome. If these people were a little more ruthless and blew themselves up regardless of the consequences, they might really drag themselves into serious injuries.

Thinking of this, Ashburn's mood suddenly became not so good.

Barumongge struck while the iron was hot: "But if His Majesty the Pope is willing to give us a chance and let us go, I, Barumongge, am willing to swear in the name of the royal family that from now on, I will follow the lead of His Majesty the Pope."

"We are willing to help you get rid of Ron. Although our strength is nothing, we should be able to help you contain Ron and resist Ron's men."

Whether or not to do this is a matter for the future. The most important thing now is to show loyalty and try to survive.

Ashburn frowned, and it was obvious that he was quite tempted by the proposal of Barumong and others.

He knew that Ron had at least one elf helper, and perhaps there were other hidden masters that he didn't know about. There was already a gap between him and Ron, and as one grew stronger and the other weakened, he was afraid that he would not be Ron's opponent.

If people like Barumong are really willing to help, then at least they can tie down Ron's men and be of some use.

After thinking for a while, Ashburne's sight finally fell on Barumong, Balk, and Holt 474 again: "Very good, since you are willing to surrender, then I will give you this opportunity."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt relieved.

At least, you don't have to worry about dying right away.

"But..." After a pause, Ashburn spoke again: "Don't try to escape. If anyone dares to take the opportunity to run away, I promise that no matter if you are from the royal family or the Copperfield family, if you dare to betray me, I will slaughter your family completely without leaving even an ant."

The sinister threat penetrated everyone's ears.

Both King Barumong and Patriarch Balk nodded vigorously, looking like they were obeying, but in fact, they did not take Ashburn's threat seriously at all? Extermination of the clan?

Just let it be destroyed.

As long as he could survive, he didn't have the time to care about other things. Holt's old face was as bright as a chrysanthemum. He even hoped that Ashburn could kill Dolores, the evil creature, in Granville.

All in all, the two sides reached an agreement in a friendly atmosphere where each side had its own ulterior motives.

"Come here, I'll take you out of the underground palace." Since he had made the decision, Ashburn no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, if I really want to kill you, there's no need to go through so much trouble."

Having their inner thoughts seen through, Barumong and the others felt a little embarrassed. They moved a little closer to Ashburn, but they still remained vigilant and maintained a posture ready to engage in battle at any time.

Ashburn was too lazy to pay attention to these people. He didn't care that much. As long as these people could play a little role in his conflict against Ron, it would be enough. Once he killed Ron, there would be no need for these people to exist, and it would be easy to kill them at that time.

After Barumong and his men came closer, Ashborn opened his arms, ready to use his ability of large-scale space transfer to bring these seven legendary masters, plus Simmons, out of the underground palace together.

The powerful energy, like ripples, slowly spreads around.

Gradually, the area within a dozen meters in radius has been completely covered by Ashburn's energy.

"space……"

"Time stands still!"

Just as Ashburn opened his mouth, another voice suddenly sounded in the underground palace.

Just as the voice sounded, Ashburn's voice stopped abruptly, and the words he hadn't finished speaking were stuck in his throat. With Ashburn as the center, time in a large area was completely still.

Everyone, including Ashburn, remained motionless.

The next moment, with a buzzing sound, a ray of light suddenly flew over from not far away, as fast as lightning. In almost the blink of an eye, it was in front of Ashburn.

Dense dragon scales have begun to appear on the skin of this figure that suddenly appeared. The right hand, which has completely turned into a dragon claw, is instantly raised up, and the fingers are clenched into a fist.

With a whoosh, the fist smashed towards Ashburn's heart.

Crack.

Faintly, one seems to be able to hear the sound of glass breaking.

In less than 0.3 seconds, although legendary masters such as Barumong, Holt 474th and Balk had not yet escaped from the time standstill, the strongest one, Ashburn, had already broken the blockade of time standstill.

As expected of a master in the realm of destruction, his reaction speed is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but... it's too late.

Ashburn was fast, but Ron was even faster.

With a buzzing sound, the dragon fist covered with dragon scales exploded in Ashburn's chest.

Bang! The violent impact made Ashburn's body tremble violently, and then the surging energy directly penetrated his entire body. Ashburn's body was bent like a shrimp and flew out like a cannonball.

This force was so violent that even though Ashburn was quite strong, he was completely unable to resist it.

There was another loud bang, and Ashburn's body flew dozens of meters away and hit the coffin lid that had reappeared.

As luck would have it, his waist just happened to hit the edge of the coffin. With a click, his upper body bent backwards due to inertia, and his back was directly pressed on the coffin lid. As for Ashbern's lumbar vertebrae, they were shattered to pieces.

The internal organs in his body were directly shaken into minced meat, and under the violent impact, they were forcibly squeezed out from between the chest and abdomen. His mouth opened, and a stream of meat-like paste spurted out of Ashborn's mouth and sprayed onto the coffin.

Ron's body was quietly suspended in the air. Looking at the figure that was knocked out by his punch, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ashburn, no matter what time it is, you are still a clown after all!"

The first chapter is here, there will be more later 　　 　 (end of this chapter)