Chapter 489 Breaking Through Destruction (Five Thousand)

Huhe!

Gurgle!

A strange sound came from Partridge's throat, as if a loach was wriggling in his throat and secreting a large amount of mucus.

He could no longer speak normally. The tip of the spear was in his mouth and the spear shaft pierced through his body. He could not even make a normal movement. Only his eyes in his head were still moving rapidly.

Deep in his eyes, what was revealed was anger, pain, and fear.

I had already left the underground palace, but I was still ambushed by Ron?

How could that guy know that he would be in this position?

Could it be that he really has the ability to predict the future?

An even stronger fear than before enveloped Patridge. He did not dare to stay where he was. His fingers trembled as he rubbed and turned a ring on his finger. With a hum, Patridge's figure disappeared again.

He no longer cared whether he would be teleported to Ron's side or not. If he could not quickly increase the distance between the two sides and reach a safe enough position, that guy would definitely chase him and he would die.

This is obviously a master with extremely strong abilities, but one cannot sense any trace of a super master's demeanor from this guy. He is not even as good as a legendary or even heroic practitioner.

With this kind of character, if it weren't for the inheritance left by Archibald, if it weren't for the favor of fate, he would never have been able to climb to his current position even if he was given another ten thousand years.

Virtue does not match the position!

This time, Partridge had better luck.

His body disappeared above the main cathedral of the Church of the Heart of Nature, and when it reappeared, he was already on top of a mountain. Although his body was still in the posture of a skewer, at least Patrick could see the undulating mountains around him and the snowflakes falling in the air.

These are the mountains of the Dulles Mountains.

Finally left the capital of the Kingdom of Spang and finally escaped from that hell.

Finally safe. This place is at least dozens of kilometers away from the royal city. Even if Ron is very strong, he can't easily capture my location.

After he finally let go of his worries, a strong feeling of grievance surged into his heart. The eyes of this great sage were sore and he almost shed tears.

It’s so unfair. It’s really so unfair.

He is a saint, when has he ever been humiliated like this? Partridge's nose twitched, trying not to look too embarrassed, but because of the spear piercing his body, even a small movement like sniffling would cause a lot of wounds on his head, neck, chest, and even stomach, which were burning.

He had to face the reality that a spear pierced his body. Patrick thought about pushing the spear out from the same place where it came in, but after trying it, Patrick had to give up this plan and instead grabbed the tip of the spear with his hand and pulled the spear out of his body little by little.

To be honest, this tastes really bad.

…

"How about it?"

Underground palace.

All of Patrich's clones were devoured by Alecius, and the originally crowded space became sparse again.

Zhou Yang's left arm has also suppressed his right arm.

Currently, both arms have been temporarily stored in Ron's storage ring.

Zhou Yang's residual soul resides in one of the arms. Even though Zhou Yang's residual soul seemed full of energy during the previous fight, it is still a residual soul after all.

He was very weak. The battle just now had almost exhausted his soul power. Coupled with the long-term torture of being sealed, Zhou Yang needed some quiet and safe time to repair the exhaustion of his soul.

Even the body of Arriagius returned to its original small size.

The huge underground palace suddenly seemed extremely empty. Only Ron and Niafu were left. Simmons, Irelia and the others had already left.

Ron's voice broke the silence of the underground palace. It was a nonsensical question, "How is it?" But Niafu obviously understood what Ron was asking. Upon hearing that, she just shook her head with a little disappointment.

"Not very good. Although it hit the target, he still escaped."

What a pity.

The spear penetrated hundreds of meters of soil, pierced through the cathedral, and crushed the sanctuary. Although it looked extremely powerful, a lot of its own energy was inevitably lost. Otherwise, with the energy attached to the spear, the moment it penetrated Patridge, it would be enough to tear Patridge's body into pieces, and that guy would definitely not have a chance to escape.

"It doesn't matter. He is a sage after all. Even though he is a little different from what I imagined and seems a little too timid, he is still a super master anyway and will not die so easily."

"Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Ron even suspected that Patridge might have a destiny...but he didn't know how much of the gift of fate would be left in his body if Patridge did not die more than 800 years ago as fate had arranged, but went against the will of heaven and continued to live.

After a pause, Ron spoke again and looked at Niafu: "What about you?"

"Are you going to stay out there or go back into the ring?"

Although, under Ron's continuous strengthening, the ring has various special effects. For example, when Niafu stays inside the ring, her injury recovery speed will be greatly increased, and her energy recovery speed will be tripled.

However, even with the power of space inside the ring, it is still just a very small space.

No matter who you are, living in such a place is not a happy and comfortable thing.

Speaking of which, since having Niafu, Ron has only let this six-winged fallen angel take action twice.

The first time was in the underground space of the Andre family’s ancestral home, fighting against the monster that was like a mountain of flesh. Finally, the ground was broken, allowing Ron to see the light again.

This is the second time today, against the Sage Partridge.

If it wasn't for Niafu, who used her own feathers to block the cuts, Ron would not even have the chance to use his tricks later. He would have been cut into pieces by Patridge as soon as the battle started.

Therefore, in Ron's heart, he was still very grateful to Niafu.

Ron felt somewhat guilty for letting Niafu stay in the ring all the time.

"Let's go inside the ring." Niafu didn't want to stay inside the ring forever, but she didn't hesitate too much and gave this answer: "My power will be rejected by the Dusk Continent. There is a seal inside the ring that can isolate my breath. If I come out of the ring for a short time, I won't be affected too much. But over time, it will be noticed by certain beings, and it will also implicate you."

"I have lived in the ring for quite a long time and have adapted to it. Sir, you don't need to think too much about it."

As if she was worried that Ron was feeling bad, Niafu even took the initiative to comfort him.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable Ron felt.

After thinking about it, Ron suddenly took out a dark mask from the space ring and handed it to Niafu opposite him.

Holy relic, the Mask of Concealment.

Once upon a time, Ron used this holy relic to completely block certain beings from detecting him.

Although Ron no longer needs to rely on the power of the invisibility mask, this holy relic has been well preserved.

"Try wearing it on your face and see if it can block your breath." Ron said.

Niafu's words confirmed Ron's speculation. After all, Niafu was not a creature that should appear on the Dusk Continent. It was okay if she appeared once or twice occasionally, but if she appeared too many times and stayed outside for too long, it would cause some uncontrollable risks.

For example, some beings may be aware of Niafu's existence and then notice him.

Niafu was stunned for a moment, and her pretty little face occasionally showed some expressions other than calmness, which always gave people some different kinds of surprises and made her feel even more beautiful.

Seeing that Ron was about to stuff the mask into her arms, Niafu could only take the mask stupidly. After a brief hesitation, she put it on her face. The mask, which already exuded a gloomy and dark aura, matched the temperament of the six-winged fallen angel very well. It seemed like it was naturally prepared for Niafu.

The mask fit Niafu's small face perfectly, and the slightly cool touch even made Niafu's spirit tremble slightly.

Soon, Niafu realized the magic of the concealing mask.

Although the mask looked rather rough and not exquisite on the surface, after putting it on her face, Niafu was surprised to find that her own aura was instantly restrained, and the aura that escaped became negligible.

Most importantly, Niafu also discovered that she even had the ability to adjust her own appearance, looks and breath at will.

In just a few seconds, relying on the mask on her face, she can completely transform herself into another strange being.

Originally, Niafu was easily rejected by the Dusk Continent because of her own strength. This is the rule of the world. The stronger the strength, the greater the rejection.

This is true for Ron, Hefferson, Niafu and Partridge.

But with the existence of the concealment mask, Niafu can completely suppress her own strength to a very subtle level, so as to avoid the rejection of the world's rules, and there is no need to return to the narrow and dark ring space.

Even with Niafu's temperament, she couldn't help but reveal a smile on her face at this moment... The mask on her face seemed to have completely merged with Niafu's skin. Right in front of Ron, a hint of upturned corners of the mouth gradually emerged on the mask.

At the beginning, although the mask would change with the changes in Niafu's facial expressions, a clear layering could still be seen between the facial skin and the mask. However, as time passed, the hidden mask seemed to have gradually merged into Niafu's skin, and in the end there was no sign of abnormality at all.

Niafu just chose to seal off her own aura, but did not change her appearance. Her fair fingers gently stroked her face, and her expression was still confused: "I, I don't seem to feel the rejection of the world anymore. This... seems to be really possible. I really don't need to go back to the ring."

There was some joy in his tone.

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

It's just that Niafu herself has a cold personality, so it's not too obvious.

The six wings behind her also retracted. At this moment, Niafu had turned into a beautiful girl on the Dusk Continent. Unless she took the initiative to release her aura and display all six wings, no one would be able to detect her identity as a fallen angel.

Ron also smiled softly: "Congratulations, you are free, although only to a certain extent."

"Huh..." Niafu exhaled heavily. She seemed to be trying to maintain a calm mood, but she couldn't help showing a hint of joy between her brows. Shaking her head, Niafu turned the topic to Ron: "Sir, what are you going to do next? Are you going to use the energy of the last Dusk King to break through the Destruction Realm?"

Ron pondered for a moment and said, "Breaking through the Destruction Realm, I do have this idea."

Although reaching the realm of destruction will result in strong rejection, there are ways to avoid this rejection.

The fact that Patridge can squander his own power without restraint shows that over the past thousand years, this sage must have found a pretty good way to eliminate the Dusk Continent's rejection of himself.

A relic similar to the Mask of Concealment is also a good choice.

Ron had felt rejection before, and he chose to seal his own power to avoid the impact.

But this is not a long-term solution.

As the enemies he faced became more and more powerful, Ron had to increase his own strength.

This time, if it weren't for Niafu's help and Patridge's cowardly nature, if the two of them really fought with real swords and guns, there is no need to guess what the final outcome would be, Ron would be dead.

There was no way. The realm gap between Ron and Patridge was too big. Patridge was a demigod, while Ron was just a legend. There was even a layer of destruction between them.

Ron looked up silently and seemed to be able to see the boundless sky outside through the dark stone wall.

“A breakthrough must be made.”

"However, there is no need to rely on the power of the Last Twilight King." Ron said proudly.

He has his own pride.

He does not need any external force to make a breakthrough.

In fact, judging from the energy alone, Ron had already reached or even exceeded the standard for breakthrough, and should have attracted the seven-level illusion and the shackles of destiny long ago, but Ron had been using tough means to seal his own power.

As for the seven illusions and the shackles of destiny, even if he only relied on his own strength, Ron was confident that he could break them.

What's more, the situation of Senior Zhou Yang, the last Twilight King, is not very good either.

Although a lot of energy is stored in the two limbs, this energy is Zhou Yang's last trump card. If one part is absorbed, there will be one less part, and Zhou Yang will become weaker.

Ron would not seek Zhou Yang's help unless it was absolutely necessary.

Speaking of which, Ron also told Zhou Yang that he had seen his head at the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and that there was also a remnant soul in his head, with his own consciousness.

If there really comes a day when all seven pieces of Zhou Yang's body are gathered together, seven consciousnesses... no, it should be six consciousnesses, six residual souls, which one should be the master?

Faced with this problem, even Zhou Yang, who was generous and fearless and even dared to fight against gods, fell silent for the first time. It was obvious that Zhou Yang could feel that this matter was very tricky and he didn't know how to deal with it.

After holding it in for a long time, I could only utter one sentence: At worst, we can just fight, and whoever wins will be the dominant one.

This answer is quite consistent with Zhou Yang's personality.

Shaking his head, Ron suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind. He first sent a message to Irelia and the other girls, asking them to wait a little longer. Then he glanced at Niafu next to him and said, "Ms. Niafu, please help me protect the law."

Niafu nodded. She didn't say much, but the dark brown spear appeared in her palm again. The energy in her body was surging, and it was obvious that she was ready for battle.

With a smile on his face, Ron did not sit cross-legged in a meditation posture, but just stood there tall.

The next moment, Ron's body shook violently, and there was a crackling sound from his body, as if something was broken at this moment.

Inside Ron's body, the original triple seal was all destroyed at this moment.

Buzz.

Ron's aura suddenly surged.

Just above his head, a huge vortex seemed to appear and was spinning at an extremely fast speed. In the underground palace, even outside the underground palace, inside the church, and even in the entire royal city, all the energy was receiving some kind of mysterious call.

The energy gathered together, like streams, surging over the royal city.

Such a strange scene even caused changes in the celestial phenomena.

Originally, dawn was approaching and the first light was just beginning to appear, but in an instant, the entire royal city was shrouded in a gray cloud, covering the sky and the sun, and the wind was rising and the clouds were surging.

An invisible oppression hangs over the hearts of every citizen in the royal city, weighing heavily on the heart to the point of being suffocating.

No one knew what this change meant, and countless people were frightened and panicked. Some screamed, while others knelt on the ground and prayed to the Goddess of Nature's Heart, repenting for the sins they had committed.

The airflow formed by pure energy flowed slowly in the air, and finally slowly gathered above the Cathedral of the Church of the Heart of Nature, gradually forming a huge vortex, connecting the sky above and the earth below. The slowly rotating vortex ruthlessly swallowed everything.

Boom! The whole church collapsed.

Although the buildings in the church were strong, they could not withstand the energy released by the vortex. Both the cathedral and the Papal Palace were swallowed up by the huge vortex in an instant and were crushed into powder with a teeth-grinding sound.

Inside the church, many clergymen screamed in terror. They tried to escape from the church, but... it was too late.

energy.

The vortex requires a huge amount of energy.

Just relying on the free energy in the royal city is completely unable to satisfy the appetite of the vortex.

At this moment, the clergy who remained in the church became the targets of the vortex.

In the vortex, thin tentacles grew out of nowhere, like tall poisonous snakes, quickly winding around and wrapping around one priest after another.

Accompanied by extremely shrill screams, the bodies of the priests quickly turned into shriveled corpses, and the energy in their bodies was completely drained in less than a breath.

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