Chapter 478: Killing and Destroying the Heart (10,000)

Barumong, Balk, the 474th Holt, Simmons, and four other legendary masters. This is Ashburn's last hope.

He thought that after entering the realm of destruction and mastering the rules of destruction and space, his strength would be enough to be invincible, and it would be easy for him to wipe out Ron, save Isabel, and even become the master of the entire Dusk Continent.

But when they really fought, he found out helplessly that the power he thought he had was nothing in front of Ron. He used all the strength he had, but was ruthlessly crushed by Ron.

Even if he used the seeds of the sacred tree to forcibly enhance his own energy, Ron would ruthlessly force the seeds of the sacred tree out of his stomach and restore it to its original appearance.

He was scared and even desperate.

After trying all methods to no avail, Ashburn had no idea how to deal with such a terrifying enemy.

As excited as he was about breaking through to the realm of destruction, Ashenborn is now as embarrassed and frightened as he was before.

He looked at Barumong's group. Although the strength of these people was not worth mentioning, they were like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw. Even though they were very weak, they were a rare help to Ashburn now.

He ordered Barumong, Balk and others to attack Ron.

This is the only chance.

Now the entire underground palace has been blocked by Ron's own power. Even if he wants to escape using the ability of space teleportation, he will be blocked by Ron and cannot do it at all. It is better to say that Ron will kill him the moment he tries to escape.

But if Barumong and the others could delay Ron a little, then there would be no problem. Even if it was only a few seconds, it would be more than enough for Ashburn.

Didn't I spare these people's lives before just for this moment? Now is the time for them to repay me for not killing them.

As Ashburn thought so, the people on the ground looked at each other in bewilderment. Their expressions were all very strange. Was there something wrong with Ashburn's brain? They seriously suspected that this guy might be missing a nerve.

Against Ron?

Are you kidding? What's going on now? Now it's you, Ashburn, who is being beaten by Ron.

You, Ashiborn, have become a master of the realm of destruction, but that little strength is not enough in front of Ron. You were beaten to death by Ron at the beginning. Although you fought back a little later, it was useless. In this case, helping you to deal with Ron is like seeking death? Besides, don't you know what you, Ashiborn, are? You killed your own parents.

You killed more than half of the dozen legendary masters before. When you were fighting with Ron, you didn't pay any attention to your companions on the ground. Four of your brothers were just smashed to pieces by you. If Ron hadn't used some ability to eliminate the attack and resurrect the four dead people at the same time, there might have been only four people left out of the large group of people who entered the underground palace.

No one can say whether you can survive if you don't help either side, but at least there is a chance.

If I help your Ashburn deal with Ron, you will definitely die. Not to mention whether you will be killed by Ron, even if you are lucky enough to survive from Ron and escape from the underground palace, you will still not be able to escape from your Ashburn's clutches.

These people may not be as strong as Ashburn, but they are all old foxes who have lived for many years. Their character is definitely not comparable to Ashburn. They looked at each other, and not only did no one come forward to help, some even took several steps back.

Holt the 474th did have the intention of joining forces to kill Ron, but seeing that no one else had such an idea, the old man quickly lowered his head and forced himself to suppress the thought.

The next moment, seven figures, except Simmons, rushed towards the entrance of the underground palace almost at the same time.

Although the entrance to the underground palace is now blocked by rocks, with the strength of these people, they may have a chance to break through the entrance again if they work together.

This is a gamble. They are betting that both Ron and Ashburn will set their sights on each other and have no time to care about themselves... This period of time may be very short, but it is their only chance to survive.

They made the right bet.

Ron didn't even look at these people. It seemed that there was only Ashburn in his eyes.

And Ashburn seemed to have not expected that these guys who had been begging for their lives in front of him before would completely abandon him in the blink of an eye. Where were the teammates who had agreed to kill Ron together?

It's all fucking bullshit.

Ashburne was so angry that his body was shaking. He wished he could tear these people into pieces.

But Ron's lock made it impossible for him to do anything.

He was completely desperate in his heart. Was he really going to die here?

No... no, no, no, Ashborn could not accept such an ending. He was the heir of the Bright family, he was the Son of God, the future Pope, he was a master of the realm of destruction, and the ruler of the future Dusk Continent. He could not die here like this. He did not even have time to snatch Isabel back.

Ashburn could only look at Simmons expectantly.

This is really Ashburn's last hope. Ashburn believes that everyone in this world will abandon him, but Simmons will never abandon him. This is his partner who has always been by his side when he is at his lowest point. He will definitely help him, no matter what the cost.

Under Ashburn's burning gaze, Simmons finally moved.

His hands hung naturally, and he walked towards Ron step by step.

A sickly red suddenly appeared on Ashburn's face. As expected, no matter what time it was, Simmons would never abandon him. He was indeed his best brother.

He was ready to take action, even though he knew he was no match for Ron.

My good brother, just die in peace.

I will never forget you in this life, you will always live in my heart, and I will take care of your wife... Ashburn prayed in his heart.

The moment Simmons attacks Ron, or the moment Ron is about to kill Simmons, that will be his chance to escape from the underground palace.

Finally, Simmons was close enough, and under Ashburn's scorching gaze, Simmons suddenly... knelt on one knee.

Buzz! This scene completely exceeded Ashburn's imagination. For a moment, his mind was buzzing. He couldn't figure out what was going on. What was Simmons doing? Why did he kneel down in front of Ron? Could it be that he wanted to pretend to surrender to Ron, and then take advantage of Ron's carelessness to attack from behind?

That's right, it must be like this. After all, although Simmons' strength is good, he is only a legendary seven-star. He is not enough to face Ron. Only an unsportsmanlike sneak attack can have a chance to hurt Ron... He will never betray himself.

"Respected Prophet, Simmons, the second divine envoy of the Eternal Freedom Sect, has been lurking beside Ashburn for nearly a year as you requested..."

Puff! After these words came out, Ashburn could no longer hold back, he felt a sudden sweetness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His eyes were as big as a pair of copper bells, and his eyeballs were shaking violently as if there was an earthquake.

Hahahaha, what did Simmons just say? He actually said that he was lurking beside him according to Ron's orders. Hahaha, impossible, absolutely impossible.

The recent stimulation must be too great to make him hallucinate. Simmons is his best brother, how could he betray him? Ashburn kept shaking his head, with a neurotic, silly smile on his face. Ron even felt a little pitiful for him, wondering if he was too cruel to him.

However, Simmons didn't care about that. He just reported his achievements in the past period of time coldly and ruthlessly. Every word Simmons said was like a knife stabbing Ashburn's chest.

"Following the order of the prophet, I used the power of the Eternal Freedom Sect to publicize all the scandals that Ashburn had done in the Spang Theocracy, trampling Ashburn's reputation to the bottom. I also used a divisive strategy in the Church of the Heart of Nature to instigate some clergy to oppose Ashburn's succession to the position of the Son of God."

puff.

Ashburn's body was shaking constantly, and his face was as pale as gold paper.

Once upon a time, he was a little puzzled as to why the things he had done spread so quickly in the church and the royal city, as if everyone knew about it overnight. He originally thought that Isabel was deliberately taking revenge on him, until this time, he finally understood that all this was actually manipulated by Simmons behind the scenes.

This fact brought such a huge shock to Ashburn that a mouthful of blood spurted out of Ashburn's mouth and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

His lips were trembling, and he pointed at Simmons with shaking fingers, but he couldn't make a sound. The light in his eyes was quickly fading.

"According to the plan, when Ashburn was at his lowest and most desperate, I appeared beside him and successfully became his counselor... and also his most trusted companion. Under my advice, Ashburn killed his four brothers, and all the direct descendants of the Bright family died."

"At the same time, the hatred between Ashburn, Marcelino and Mireya continued to deepen. That's why Ashburn killed his parents with his own hands not long ago."

Puff! Every sentence, every word, turned into a sharp blade, stabbing Ashburn's heart again and again. In a short period of time, Ashburn's heart was already riddled with holes.

He didn't even have the energy to question Simmons why he did this. He just wanted to laugh out loud and laugh at his own stupidity. He had always thought that everything was under his control, but he didn't know that he was the puppet being manipulated.

"Also, give the pill to Ashibern in large quantities. Currently, a huge amount of toxins have accumulated in his body."

"Simmons, you did a great job."

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

Ron, who had been floating in the air and quietly listening to Simmons' report on the battle results, finally smiled. He nodded slowly and waved his hand. Seven dragon crystals fell from the air and flew towards Simmons.

"This is the reward we agreed to pay you. I, Ron, will not break my promise."

Simmons stood up and saw the seven dragon crystals flying towards him, and he was immediately overjoyed.

It had been agreed before that Ron would be rewarded with five dragon crystals for doing his job, but it was obvious that the prophet was a little more generous than he had imagined and gave two more.

It doesn't sound like much, but it's dragon glass.

Seven dragon crystals are enough to allow his strength to break through two small star levels. For someone like Simmons, a two-star increase is already extremely precious.

"Thank you for your gift, Prophet." Simmons put away the seven dragon crystals, and naturally stepped back to keep some distance. He knew that what happened next would have little to do with him, and he didn't need to intervene to deal with Ashburn.

Ron then turned his head and looked at Ashburn, who was shaking all over: "How do you feel?"

Ashburn's body was still shaking. He clenched his hands tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms. Drops of bright red blood rolled down the edges of his palms, but he seemed to be unaware of it. Only his eyes were staring at Ron: "You devil..."

Ashburn thought that he was not a good person, but he never thought that a person could be so vicious.

"Thanks for the compliment." Ron shamelessly accepted Ashburn's praise.

As he spoke, Ron took out a glass bottle and crushed it easily. Colorless and odorless gas diffused out of the glass bottle.

Ecstasy.

This poison had been used when Ron first crossed over to this world, and even now, Ron still hadn't given up.

Relying on his own strength, it is not difficult to suppress Ashburn, but Ron does not want to waste too much energy on Ashburn. He knows very well that Ashburn is just an appetizer.

Being able to eliminate your enemies in a simpler way is undoubtedly a more cost-effective method.

The ecstasy potion comes in two portions.

A portion of toxin can be buried in the body of the victim. Normally, it will not cause any harm to the victim's body, as if it does not exist.

The other one is the gas in Ron's hand.

Once the two poisons merge into one, they can deplete the energy in the victim's body in the shortest possible time...this elimination is not permanent.

In some ways, Ecstasy is not a very strong poison. After all, this poison is not lethal and it will not directly take the life of the poisoned person. Even if the poison takes effect, it will only make the poisoned person feel weak and energy depleted. Even the energy depletion is not permanent. After ten days or half a month, the poisoned person's strength will gradually recover.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of its relatively mild toxicity that the Ecstasy Potion has such a strong concealment.

Even a legendary master would find it difficult to detect the existence of the ecstasy potion... No, even a strong man in the realm of destruction, who is one level higher than the legendary level, could not detect it. Once upon a time, in the Temple of Dusk, Ron used the ecstasy potion to continuously eliminate the gravekeeper's power, which eventually led to the gravekeeper's death.

And Ashburn naturally didn't notice anything unusual. Ever since Simmons followed Ashburn, His Royal Highness the Son of God had taken dozens of pills provided by Simmons. Countless toxins had already accumulated in his body. Once the poison took effect, the effect would be unquestionable.

Just like now, with his gasps, the poison gas had silently penetrated into Ashburn's body. Ashburn was surprised to find that all the pores on his body seemed to be open at this moment, and the energy in his body leaked out like crazy. No matter how hard he tried to control it, it was useless.

With every minute, every second, every breath, his strength was decreasing.

Although it would take a very long time for a strong man in the Realm of Destruction to release all the energy in his body, the fear brought by this scene made Ashburne shudder.

He was already no match for Ron, and he couldn't imagine how he would deal with Ron after his strength was constantly declining. Could it be that this was the poison Simmons had planted on him?

A sorrow comparable to a dead heart surged in his heart. He trusted Simmons so much, but who could have imagined that it was Simmons who gave him the most painful and desperate blow, and pushed himself into the abyss of eternal darkness with his own hands.

"Ron, you are a powerful person in the realm of destruction, but you actually use such despicable means..." Ashburn said in a hoarse voice.

He simply couldn't imagine how there could be such a shameless person in the world? How on earth did such a person manage to reach the level of Destruction? Ron was quite calm. He spread his hands and said, "It's good to save a little energy... It would be really uneconomical to waste too much energy on you."

Ashburn did not try to escape, he knew he couldn't escape, Ron had been locking onto him from beginning to end. His lips trembled slightly, he wanted to curse Ron, but he had no idea how to start.

At this moment, Ron suddenly reached out his hand, placed it on the clock in front of him, and moved the shortest hand with his finger.

The pointer immediately began to rotate clockwise.

But this time, the speed of rotation was so fast that the short pointer had completely turned into a streak of light, and it rotated dozens of times in one second.

The other two slightly longer pointers quickly evolved into two chains, entangling towards Ashburn.

Even though he knew he was going to die, Ashburn was unwilling to die in vain, so he tried to avoid it.

However, his movements suddenly slowed down, and then the chains evolved from the two pointers quickly wrapped around Ashburn's body.

Ten thousand is given.

(End of this chapter)