Chapter 480: The Sage Appears (10,000)

Ever since he was blessed by heaven and taught the secrets by the mysterious old man who claimed to be a sage, Holt the 474th’s strength has been increasing every day.

He used the mysterious clone technique to continuously create another self, and then let the clone practice. After the strength reached a certain level, he would devour the clone.

As a result, the speed of improving strength was like a cheat. After just over a year of practice, the speed was comparable to that of the previous ten years. This made Holt feel that he had been practicing for nothing. Thinking back to the beginning, he had actually worked so hard to use those female practitioners to practice, and not only was he exhausted, but he also had a lot of defects left in his body.

In comparison, this special technique of clones is the real practice.

But even with this magical secret method, his strength still could not break through the realm of destruction, but only continued to accumulate at the peak of the legendary level.

As for the five women in front of him, although their realms were not as good as his, and there was only one legendary eight-star woman, their numbers were greater than his. Most importantly, Holt the 474th could clearly feel that almost every one of these women held some mysterious power.

This kind of power is the most difficult to deal with. Even if he faces these women at the same time, he will definitely not gain any benefit.

The women completely ignored the other legendary masters around them, forming a circle and surrounding Holt in the middle. For a moment, the atmosphere around them seemed particularly weird and tense.

Especially Barumong.

He was originally prepared to help because of his acquaintance with Holt, but who knew that Holt would actually offend so many difficult women, and now he was completely surrounded by them.

For a moment, Barumongge felt awkward, as he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

At this moment, among the women, the one with long bright red hair condensed two long swords in her palms out of thin air, and the blades pointed directly at Holt.

It's Cecilia.

"Everyone, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Our only target is Holt."

"Please give me some respect and leave here. Otherwise, if we are affected by the battle, it will be embarrassing for everyone."

Although they were discussing, there were many threats in their words, and it seemed that they did not take the other legendary strong men around them seriously.

Cecilia now is no longer the delicate little nun she used to be. Now she has the capital to be proud.

Experts like Balke were all extremely cunning and could see at a glance that Cecilia and the other women were not easy to deal with. No one wanted to get involved in this kind of thing for no reason, so they looked at each other, quickly stepped back, and distanced themselves from Holt.

Anyway, they were not familiar with Holt and did not want to be implicated when Holt got into trouble.

Only Barumong stayed where he was, eager to make a move but unable to do so.

Seeing the movements of the people around him, Holt the 474th's mind sank even more, and he thought to himself that he was going to be unlucky this time. If he was left alone to deal with these enemies, he would die without knowing how he died.

Although this last chance is extremely slim, he must seize it no matter what the cost.

After a quick thought, Holt shouted, "Everyone, don't listen to this little bitch's nonsense."

"She is trying to sow discord."

"They just want to separate us and defeat us one by one."

"Now, only if we work together can we have a chance to overcome the current difficulties."

It must be said that Holt the 474th was indeed very good at bewitching people. After he said this, the faces of the people around him showed a hint of hesitation. They didn't want to get into trouble, but they also didn't want to die for no reason.

Cecilia didn't care so much. The long knife in her hand trembled slightly, and she spoke again: "Haha, what a joke, Holt, do you still want to drag others into the water?"

"They haven't offended my master, and they have no grudges against my prophet, so why should my prophet deal with them?"

"But you are different. In the Granville Kingdom, you gathered more than 20 legendary masters and tried to completely wipe out my master. Later, you suddenly attacked my master at the critical moment of his breakthrough. Since then, you have disappeared without a trace. Now I finally meet you. Do you think you still have a chance to survive?"

Master, sir, prophet?

Cecilia changed several titles in just three sentences.

Let’s not talk about other titles for now, but I heard the word “prophet” very clearly.

Who is the Prophet?

At present, there is probably only one person who can be called a prophet in the entire Dusk Continent, and that is Ron, who has trapped Ashburn and is sitting opposite Ashburn! My goodness, Holt actually attacked without martial ethics at the critical moment of the prophet's breakthrough? This is simply a way to die, if you don't die, who will die? If you dare to go up to help at this time, it is simply to seek death, the kind of level that even gods can't save.

This group of old foxes reacted extremely quickly. If they had some hesitation before, now even the slightest hesitation was gone. They quickly retreated one by one. Even Barumong was no exception. They directly distanced themselves from Holt by several dozen meters, for fear that they would be accidentally struck by lightning when Holt was struck.

However, there are exceptions.

That's Balk.

If we were to say who is the smartest among these people, Balke would undoubtedly be the one.

Others are afraid of me going all in.

Balke is a ruthless man. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be able to endure wearing a hat on his head for decades.

Balk saw the current situation clearly. Ron didn't do anything to them now, but that didn't mean they could survive safely.

How strong Ron is can be clearly seen in the battle with Ashburn just now. He is definitely not something they can contend with. Maybe Ron is just too lazy to deal with them for the moment. Once Ron completely destroys Ashburn and he comes to his senses, the lives of several of them will depend on Ron's thoughts.

As for himself, he was Ron's father. Although there was no father-son affection between them, he did not treat Ron particularly harshly when he was in the Copperfield family. At most, he just ignored him. Anyway, he was like this to all his children, so he was not partial.

In other words, there was no irreconcilable hatred between him and Ron.

There is no doubt that these women are all Ron's women.

They are quite powerful, but if they want to kill Holt, they will probably have to pay some price, and they might even get hurt if they are not careful.

If he helped at this time, even if they couldn't become real father and son, at least they could have a good relationship. No matter what, Ron shouldn't have killed his father.

I have to say that Balke is absolutely flexible in his mind. He has thought of so many things in a short period of time. That's why Balke not only did not leave, but instead took the initiative to approach Holt.

"Holt, I didn't expect it to be you. You are a wanted criminal in Granville now. You actually lurked in the Theocracy of Spang. You must have evil intentions."

"My country, the Spang Theocracy, and Granville have always been friendly neighbors. How can we tolerate a wanted criminal like you roaming freely here? Prepare to die."

With a loud shout, Balke raised his hand and released a ball of terrifying energy, and his body rushed directly towards Holt.

Holt was a little confused for a moment. Where the hell did this lunatic come from? Granville and the Spang Theocracy are friendly neighbors? How shameless can someone say such a thing?

Aren’t the two countries now in a state of constant major conflicts and minor frictions?

Holt cursed in his heart, but he had to act quickly to intercept Balk's attack.

As for the legendary masters who had already left, they looked at each other in bewilderment, as if they could not figure out what was going on here for a moment. What on earth was wrong with Balk? However, there were also smart people among these people.

Perhaps, their brains were not working as fast as Balke's, but after Balke took action, these people gradually reacted and kept cursing Balke for being shameless in their hearts.

In order to please Ron, the prophet, he really threw away all his noble dignity.

Although they sneered at Balke's behavior in their hearts, their bodies were extremely honest. They were all howling and shouting, and kept shouting about maintaining friendly relations between the two countries, and then they pounced on him.

Poor Holt the 474th does have some strength, and ordinary legendary masters are naturally no match for Holt.

However, even if Simmons was not mentioned, there were already seven legendary masters, plus Cecilia, Agnes and five other women, a total of twelve legendary masters besieging him. He was not Ron, and he really did not have the ability to fight twelve alone.

What's more, among these people, Agnes, Barumong, and Balk are all legendary eight-star powerhouses, but it is particularly difficult for Holt to deal with these three people.

For a moment, the ground at the entrance of the underground palace shook violently, mixed with excited shouts and Holt's angry roars.

It’s a pity that Holt’s roar was soon drowned out by other noises.

The other side.

Ron and Ashburn still sat facing each other.

Not too much time had passed, but Ashburn on the opposite side had completely changed.

At this moment, Ashburn's hair had turned completely gray, his face was full of criss-crossing wrinkles, and his originally upright figure had long disappeared, replaced by a hunched shrimp.

There was almost no trace of flesh under the skin, which was loosely wrapped around the bones.

The man, who was originally ugly but still young, has completely turned into a terrifying old man in such a short period of time.

The clock was still spinning. His time had been robbed for hundreds of years, and it was still continuing to flow by, never stopping.

Feeling your own life and time being taken away bit by bit, and having no way to stop it, getting closer to death every minute and every second, this may be the cruelest punishment in the world.

In fact, in the process of time being taken away, physical pain is secondary, or even does not bring any pain at all, at most it just a little emptiness.

The most painful thing is the mental torture.

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

The fear of approaching death tormented Ashburn's soul every moment.

If Ashburn had the courage to self-destruct, perhaps the pain would be reduced a little. Unfortunately, Ashburn was not a very courageous man, and he could hardly imagine how painful it would be to self-destruct.

He endured and struggled like this, but in the end he didn't even have the room to struggle anymore. His whole body lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, twitching slightly.

His time had been almost completely taken away, and even the speed of the clock seemed to be gradually decreasing.

Until finally, the light in his eyes gradually faded.

With a slight tremor of the body, there was no movement at all.

The Holy Son Ashborn, a master of the Realm of Destruction, died just like that because his time was drained away.

On the other side, the impact of the battle gradually subsided. Cecilia came over with a head in her hand. Blood was dripping from the severed head. Who else could that hairy head be but Holt the 474th?

Perhaps, Ron would still regard Ashburn as an opponent. After all, although Ashburn's strength was not as good as his, it was still quite good.

But Holt, the 474th generation, was not even qualified to be his opponent.

The moment he entered the underground palace, Ron had already sensed the existence of Holt 474. The reason he did not kill him directly was because he was not worthy.

Perhaps, before his death, Holt the 474th was still dreaming of being the son of destiny, thinking that he was favored by heaven and that he still had a chance to survive. Unfortunately, all his expectations eventually turned into disappointment and deep resentment.

His eyes, which were wide open as far as he could, seemed to still be filled with a strong, unshakable ambition.

"Sir, Holt 474 has been killed." Cecilia spoke slowly.

"Well, you guys have worked hard." Ron nodded casually.

Obviously, they were all very important enemies to him, but now they are dead, but Ron did not feel too much in his heart, as if it was just a trivial matter.

"How to deal with those people?" Cecilia spoke again.

As soon as these words were spoken, Balk, Barumong and others tensed up instantly.

Even though they had just helped kill Holt the 474th, it was still unclear whether Ron would accept this favor. After all, to Ron, this favor might be too insignificant.

"Forget it, there's no need to kill them all."

Leaving aside Balque, Barumong is Lydia's father.

Although Lydia had many complaints against her father and even rebelled against his orders, Ron knew that Lydia still had a lot of feelings for Barumonger.

Even if there was a high-level contract document, Lydia would definitely obey any order he gave, but Ron didn't want there to be some unsolvable knots between him and Lydia.

call……

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sigh of relief all around.

"Cecilia, take them away from here later." Ron said.

"After you get out, assist Isabel in taking charge of the Church of the Heart of Nature, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Don't even think about running away. I have something else to discuss with you. You know the consequences of running away."

Although my throat is a little dry, the current situation is already quite good. At least my life is temporarily saved.

As for the arm of the Last Twilight King, although these people were greedy, they had not been completely blinded by greed. With Ron here, they had no chance of touching the remains of the Last Twilight King.

Rather, they just hope to stay as far away from Ron as possible. After all, no one wants to face a being who can take their life at any time.

As for leaving the underground palace, there are two ways. The first is to use violence to completely destroy the blocked entrance and open it again.

The second way is to use the power of the space system to transfer out from here.

Although no one present had mastered this kind of power, they all had many props with similar effects. After all, the Andre family had been exterminated, so naturally there were many good things looted.

Cecilia, Agnes and the others did not hesitate too much. They called Balk, Barumong and the others to gather together, activated a special effect on an item, and disappeared from the underground palace with a group of people.

For a moment, the underground palace seemed exceptionally empty.

Apart from Ron, the only thing left was the shriveled corpse of Ashburn and the 474th head of Holt... As for why there was only a head left, it was naturally because this guy's body had been completely destroyed in the previous conflict, as evidenced by the large pool of blood and flesh on the ground.

After everyone left, Ron finally let out a breath. He seemed a little tired and rubbed his temples gently with his fingers:

"Old man..."

"You've been hiding for so long, isn't it time to show up?"

Ron was the only one in the underground palace, and his voice echoed lonely in the surroundings, sounding like he was talking to himself.

However, this concern did not last long. Just to the left of Ron's stone wall, an old figure slowly emerged from nothingness.

He was a tall old man... Although he had a hunched back, he had a strong and sturdy temperament. It was obvious that when he was young, he must have been strong and majestic.

His hair was gray, messy, and unkempt, like a bird's nest.

He didn't release a very strong aura, but it inexplicably made Ron's heart tremble. He knew that was the body's most instinctive fear when facing a higher-level being.

When Ron entered the underground palace, he had already vaguely sensed the old man's presence. His breath control was perfect. If it weren't for the reminder of the six-winged fallen angel in the ring, Ron would not even have noticed it.

"May I know your name, sir?" Ron bowed to the old man.

Apart from anything else, just because of his age, he deserves this courtesy.

"Old man, Partridge!"

Chapter 2 Ten Thousand

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