Chapter 59: Fighting against Fate: Hermann’s Deep-rooted Hatred (2)

It's time to send Herman to hell.

Under the illumination of the magic street lamp, a long shadow was cast.

Only in the aristocratic district would people luxuriously hang magic lamps on lamp posts. In the lonely night, no one could be seen, only mosquitoes and moths flying around the bright lights, making buzzing sounds.

Ron walked at a leisurely pace, and before long, he appeared at a crossroads.

Not far ahead is the villa where Hermann lives.

There are three figures at the intersection.

Irelia was as well-behaved as ever, standing quietly by the roadside. Under the magic lamp, she seemed to be emitting a hazy light.

Virgil frowned, and was obviously confused and under tremendous pressure. He regretted more than once why he stood on Ron's side. After all, the one to be killed this time was the only son of the Vice Pope. Once the Vice Pope knew that he was involved, he would be skinned alive.

But Virgil also understood that between his own life and Herman's life... of course his own life was more important. Even if Ap Montgomery wanted to deal with him, that would be a matter for the future. The better he lived, the better.

As for Seraphina, she held the sword in both hands, her muscular body leaning against the pillar in a posture that was unbecoming of aristocratic etiquette, her eyes slightly narrowed.

He opened his eyes when he heard footsteps.

"Everyone is here." Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are the preparations going?" Ron asked.

"The magic circle to repel people has already been deployed. In addition, strange roars are heard from Hermann's villa from time to time, as if there are ferocious monsters in captivity. The small nobles around are very careful about their lives. Anyway, they have too many houses, so they have moved to other places."

"Now, I have sealed off the surroundings with a magic circle. No one can get close unless they are stronger than me."

Ron nodded and looked at Seraphina.

"I'm ready here too, and in top fighting shape." Seraphina said quietly, her eyes fixed on Ron: "Are you sure you don't need me to kill Hermann?"

Ron shook his head: "Herman, I'll take care of it."

"You just need to stop those people who might jump out at any time and rescue Herman."

Seraphina frowned slightly. "Who is this person who suddenly appeared and saved Hermann?"

"Who knows?" Ron smiled calmly.

It's destiny!

This is fighting against destiny! Irelia began to chant a long spell.

A halo spread over the four people.

Psalm, where the dawning light shines.

Effect: It can eliminate the fear of friendly units in a large area around it, and increase the physical strength recovery of all friendly units by 10%, and the magic power recovery by 10%! Then, her tone suddenly became brisk, and it seemed as if a breeze was blowing around.

Chants, Favor of the Wind! Effect: Speed ​​increased by 30%! In the next section, Irelia's voice became passionate and enthusiastic...

Psalm: War Roar!

Effect: Increase strength by 30%!

It took three days for Irelia to master another chant.

With the three halos, both Virgil and Seraphina could truly feel the changes in themselves.

They looked at Irelia in surprise. Who would have thought that this unknown nun actually had such a hidden power! This is a hymn that many high-ranking bishops and archbishops have not been able to master! Ron also smiled, feeling the improvement in his body, and his confidence increased a bit.

Irelia's chant, Virgil's magic blockade, the heroic knight Serafina's raid, plus a divine envoy Agnes...

Ron has made so much preparation to kill Herman, which is also an honor for him.

Without further hesitation, Ron headed towards Hermann's villa.

…

The huge villa seemed unusually empty.

There was no trace of any servants, guards or retainers in the villa.

A strong smell of blood filled the villa.

Inside and outside the house, scarlet blood was spread everywhere.

The dry pieces of flesh stuck to the floor, walls, and pillars announced the fate of those servants: they were all dead!

Inside the house, there was a suppressed roar.

During these few days, Hermann never left the villa. The changes on his body could no longer be concealed by cutting his nails. Hermann didn't understand what was wrong with his body. His strength became stronger and stronger, his consciousness became crazier and crazier, and his body became less and less like... a human!

He killed anyone who saw him in his current state, no matter how close they had been to him.

He tried desperately to remove the scales that appeared on his body, but the speed at which the scales were removed was far slower than the speed at which the scales grew.

His ears could hear strange sounds, as if they were some mysterious call.

A strong desire surged in his heart, an impulse for fresh flesh and blood.

suddenly……

Herman, who was roaring, paused.

The entire villa fell into an eerie silence in an instant.

Click.

Click!

Click!

The crisp footsteps, as if carrying some mysterious power, trampled on his chest step by step.

His nose twitched constantly as he smelled a smell that disgusted him to the core.

…

squeak!

Ron pushed open the door of the villa. The smell of blood made Ron frown. He glanced at the courtyard full of minced meat. Ron was prepared for the situation here and was not surprised.

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

Look towards the main house.

A tall figure emerged from the curtains.

Ron continued to maintain a steady pace and walked forward.

Roar! Snap.

Just when Ron was about ten meters away from the door of the main hall, the gate of the villa suddenly shattered into pieces, and a dark figure, like black lightning, with five sharp nails, comparable to the sharpest scimitar, went straight to Ron's throat.

Ron didn't hesitate at all. The ironwood staff appeared directly in his palm and he swung it towards the opposite side.

Bang! A dull sound.

The whole world seemed to have entered a strange stillness.

It was not until a circle of invisible waves spread in all directions that the silent world was shattered...that was the impact of pure power confrontation.

Under my feet, the floor was being lifted up layer by layer, as if an earthquake wave was sweeping in.

The villa behind him collapsed with a loud bang.

Under the fierce impact, Ron's body stepped back three steps before stopping.

The figure on the opposite side flew backwards and crashed into a stone pillar with a bang. The stone pillar broke with a loud bang, and three half-foot long fingernails were smashed into pieces by the iron and wooden staff.

Herman's strength has indeed increased a lot, but he is still no match for Ron.

Looking across, Herman's body, which was obviously different from that of an ordinary person, struggled to get up from the ground. Although it was not the first time he had seen the black beast, Herman's current appearance still made Ron shudder.

He was over three meters tall, and his body was stretched two heads higher out of thin air... His entire body was covered with a layer of scales like a snapping turtle, his limbs were extremely thick and covered with dark mane, and his sharp claws were like a giant wolf. His twisted neck was covered with dense black scales, and his open mouth revealed two slender, venomous snake-like teeth.

The entire existence, apart from having a human body and face, has almost no similarities with humans. It is like a combination of an alligator snapping turtle, a jackal, a poisonous snake, a lizard... countless monsters.

Perhaps, Herman's appearance can be considered handsome among the black beasts... Ron would never forget that a special black beast once appeared in the game, like a millipede magnified a thousand times.

His pupils, which had completely turned dark red, were filled with resentment. His eyes were still fixed on Ron, his pupils continued to dilate, and a suppressed voice uttered from his throat: "Ron..."

Although his consciousness was confused and he had even forgotten some things, the only name Ron and the man in front of him he would always remember.

As long as Herman smelled his scent, heard his voice, or saw him, the strong hatred would make him want to tear him to pieces.

"Ron, I'm going to take you to the ground..."

Before he could finish his words, Herman felt a flash of light in front of him.

Ron's body had disappeared from where it was.

Brutal collision!

Although Ron is a priest, it is completely understandable that he learns one or two skills that allow him to move quickly in order to be able to enter the battlefield in time and heal his injured companions.

The greater the force, the faster the collision.

With the blessing of the hymns, the figures seemed like flickering arcs of light.

Sneak attack!

Bang! The lowered shoulder hit Herman hard.

At that moment, Hermann felt as if he was hit by a giant King Kong elephant. Before he could finish a sentence, his whole body uncontrollably left the ground and flew backwards.

Before he could adjust his posture in mid-air, Ron's body had already bounced over, swinging his round iron and wood staff towards Hermann's head.

"It's you who should go to hell!"

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