Chapter 592: The Evil Archibald (10,000)

The Repairman wants to arrange for a new, more powerful god to enter the Dusk Continent.

Only a more powerful body can unleash more power of the gods... and there is only one purpose for doing so, which is to eliminate all the heretics in the eyes of the repairmen on the Dusk Continent and complete the goal that the God of Death Benavid could not accomplish.

Although this is just an unreasonable assumption...well, just a blind guess.

But, inexplicably, Ron felt that his blind guesses were extremely close to the truth.

During this period of time, Ron has been suffering from some indescribable fear.

Before, in the Far North, on that thousand-foot-high glacier, Ron glimpsed some strange scenes when he was fighting against evil spirits. He didn't know what those scenes meant, but he always felt that there was some indescribable danger, like poisonous snakes and chains entangled around him.

Even though Ron never showed anything, he was truly suffering from this unspeakable fear during this period of time.

Until this moment, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could feel that a lot of the depression accumulated in his chest was released at this time.

The danger has not been lifted though.

Think about it, the god of death Benavidez, using the power of Noctis's body.

Although Ron's side won in the end, this battle was definitely not easy. Both Ron and Philomena faced fatal dangers several times.

And Noctis's physical strength...

Apart from disdain, Ron could hardly find a more appropriate word in his heart.

Ron dared to guarantee that he could easily crush that guy's head with just one hand.

Even such a weak body almost cost him and Philomena their lives, so what would happen if the body he possessed was replaced by Mansfield? To be frank, Mansfield's physical strength was ten times, or even a hundred times, that of Noctis.

Even if it cannot unleash the true power of a god, that kind of scene is definitely terrifying.

However, Ron is not afraid of the enemy's strength. Compared to a strong enemy, Ron is more afraid of knowing nothing.

As long as you know who the enemy is and what methods the enemy has, you will eventually find a way to deal with it.

wrong.

Ron's mood just relaxed a little, but he immediately shook his head and denied his just judgment. No, the situation would not be that simple.

A cold face suddenly appeared in Ron's mind.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman.

Mature, steady, elegant and noble.

All the beautiful words, when used to describe that woman, are so appropriate and perfect.

And that mysterious altar.

There are thirteen old men surrounding the altar.

Ron tried desperately to imagine the appearance of the thirteen old men in his mind, wanting to compare them with the old man he had just seen to see if this old man was one of the thirteen old men.

But unfortunately, the thirteen old men looked blurry, as if covered by a veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

Instead, the image of the mysterious woman became clearer and clearer.

It was for this reason that Ron judged that this woman was likely to pose a fatal threat to him.

If the purpose of finding Mansfield was to allow the god to take over his body and create a killing machine that could easily kill him, then why did the image of this woman appear? Unless...

Suddenly, Ron felt his throat become extremely dry.

It felt like something was blocking my throat, making me feel depressed and uncomfortable.

An idea had already formed in Ron's mind.

Unless, the repairman is preparing to arrange for not one, but... two gods from the underworld.

One receptor is Mansfield.

One of the receptors was the stunningly beautiful woman that Ron had inexplicably seen.

And the god that woman carried seemed to be even more powerful.

This is really bad news.

It would be very troublesome for even a god of the death level like Benavid to deal with a body possessed by a god from the lower world. If there were two Benavids, Ron and Philomena would have no chance of survival.

But now, two beings whose strength far exceeds that of the God of Death Benavid appear at the same time.

This repairman really doesn't give me any chance to survive.

However, it should be said that this guy is quite smart. He knows that patching things up is useless and the problem needs to be solved from the source. If the blasphemer, the sage Patrich, the high priest Heferson, and himself, these heretics, cannot be completely eradicated, no matter how perfectly the repairman repairs the world line, it may be broken in the next moment.

call……

Ron exhaled heavily.

Niafu's figure was still suspended in the air vigilantly, guarding the palace.

Prevent the old man from coming back.

The old man is too powerful. If he really turns back, it will bring irreparable losses and damage to the palace.

Ifrit seemed to have not recovered from the shock just now. Although the battle between Ron and the mysterious old man was short, it made Ifrit feel like a dream and intoxicated.

Ifrit originally thought that after entering the realm of destruction, he would be able to catch up with Ron, but at this moment, Ifrit realized that there was still a certain distance between himself and Ron.

However, Ifrit is not a woman who would back down because of such a thing.

Her little fists were clenched tightly, and she believed that one day she would be able to catch up with her husband.

It’s a pity that Mansfield couldn’t be killed directly.

Philomena's eyes were also filled with resentment.

This conflict also made Philomena realize many truths.

No one knows the strength of his father Archibald, not even Philomena.

She knew that there was a gap between herself and her father, but as she entered the realm of destruction, Philomena actually became a little inflated, thinking that even if there was a gap, it would not be too big.

After absorbing a portion of the soul of the god of death, this thought deep in his heart became even stronger.

She even felt that she would become the next blasphemer.

When she met the mysterious old man, Philomena felt that she finally had a chance for revenge. Driven by hatred and without any preparation, she brazenly attacked the old man.

But the final result left Philomena silent.

The last weapon his father left for him was shattered in the battle.

If Ron hadn't taken action to intercept the old man's attack, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of this old man.

She wanted revenge, but found that the gap in strength between herself and the enemy was so exaggerated. This old man was just one of many enemies, and not even the strongest one.

There are at least a dozen enemies like this... I have to say, this is really a despairing reality.

Of course, Philomena was not the kind of girl who would indulge in despair. She quickly gathered herself together, with a fighting spirit in her chest. She was the daughter of a blasphemer, and she believed that one day she would be able to achieve what her father had achieved.

The greatest excitement that this battle brought to Philomena was that she finally understood how powerful her father was.

He was so arrogant and self-righteous that he couldn't even handle an old man.

You know, a thousand years ago, my father killed more than fifty old men like this and reduced them to only a dozen. How powerful was that?

If I could have the same fighting power as my father, revenge might just be a trivial matter, right?

"Niyafu..."

Ron waved at Niafu in mid-air, signaling Niafu to come back.

There was no point in waiting in mid-air. Ron believed that since the old man had left, he would never come back.

After all, the members of the Andre family are all a bunch of old villains. They prefer to hide in the dark and manipulate everything quietly rather than fight head-on. The head-on confrontation with the blasphemer a thousand years ago has already brought enough exaggerated losses to the Andre family.

What's more, the repairman is about to summon two gods to the lower world. With two powerful gods taking action, in the eyes of the Andre family, all heresies can be easily defeated in a snap. In this case, why bother to take action in advance and make trouble for yourself?

It has to be said that Ron's judgment of the hearts of those in the Andre family was quite accurate.

The mysterious old man, carrying Mansfield's broken body, appeared dozens of kilometers outside the city of the Spang Cult King. His wrinkled old face looked back at the city that had almost disappeared, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although this old man looks like he is about to die, his strength is really powerful.

In the entire Dusk Continent, there are very few people who can become his enemies.

The six-winged fallen angel, Philomena.

Ron.

There is also a little dragon that has just entered the realm of destruction.

In the eyes of others, it might be a very terrifying force, but in the eyes of this old man, it is nothing more than that.

The old man is even confident that he can suppress even the most powerful six-winged fallen angel.

But why do this? The gods are coming soon, so we can just let them handle this matter.

What's more, although these people don't seem to be very powerful, they are all restless. Although their Andre family has not interfered in external affairs during this period, they have heard about some things that happened in the Dusk Continent.

The evil spirit that was suppressed in the orc territory died.

You know, it is an existence that even the gods themselves cannot kill, and can only be sealed.

The ones who killed the evil spirit were those little guys who were of average strength in his eyes.

Also, the god of death Benavid, a god who descended on the Dusk Continent, is dead, and the murderers are still those little guys.

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

Just these two points were enough to make the old man put away his contempt for Ron and the others. Although he felt that with his own strength, it would be no problem to crush these people, but it is better to be safe than sorry.

He did not think that he was tougher than the god of death Benavid and the evil spirits.

The Andre family has been able to pass down for eight thousand years, relying not only on strength, but also... the prudence to judge the situation.

For unusual targets like this, just leave it to the big guys in heaven to deal with. You can just help by waving flags and shouting "666" a few times. There is no need to get involved in person.

The old man was very satisfied with his judgment. He nodded vigorously, grabbed Mansfield's dragon horn with one hand, and disappeared from the spot again.

…

"What are you thinking about?"

The other side.

Inside the palace.

Lydia, Charlene, Barumonger, Balk, Simmons and West have already appeared.

They expelled all members of the palace to ensure that the fighting here would not implicate innocent people.

This is the only thing they can do. After all, a conflict of that level is not something that ordinary people can participate in. Even if there are legendary practitioners, basically as many as come will die.

Seeing half of the palace turned into desert, and large areas of collapsed and shattered buildings, everyone's face looked extremely strange.

They were shocked by this scene and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Irelia, Agnes, Carol and Mirabelle were still practicing. They were all digesting the gifts they had received from the gods. Under the protection of Niafu, they had not awakened from their own world.

For a moment, the entire palace was eerily silent.

The silence was broken only when Ron gently patted Philomena on the shoulder.

Philomena's petite body trembled slightly, and her slightly confused eyes gradually regained clarity. She looked up at Ron and said slowly: "The man just now was a member of the Andre family. More than nine hundred years ago, he massacred the valley where I lived."

"In the entire valley, except for me, all 1,124 people... died." Philomena's little hands clenched subconsciously.

Whenever Philomena thought of those scenes, her chest was filled with hatred.

"I know." Ron nodded: "If you want revenge, you can't be impatient."

"The enemy's strength is far stronger than we imagined."

Ron briefly shared his speculation with Philomena.

Philomena nodded her head as well.

Now she is not as reckless as before.

After a pause, Philomena spoke again: "So what are you going to do?"

"It's simple. It will be troublesome for us to deal with these enemies alone. Therefore, we need to unite all the forces we can." Ron grinned and spoke slowly.

There was still some confusion in Philomena's eyes, as if she didn't understand what Ron meant.

But one name after another began to come out of Ron's mouth.

"The high priest of the elves, Heferson."

"Sage Partridge."

"Although he has not been fully resurrected, he can still form a body of the Last Dusk King!"

Philomena's vision gradually brightened, and she understood what Ron meant.

There were indeed some conflicts between Partridge and Hefferson and Ron, but these conflicts were not irreconcilable, or they could be dealt with later.

After all, the repairman arranged for two gods to descend on the Dusk Continent not just to eliminate Ron, but he must be taking advantage of this opportunity to eliminate all heretics.

Hefferson and Partridge were also targets of the repairman.

When facing a common enemy like a powerful god, the contradictions between the two sides can be completely suppressed and the premise for cooperation is completely present.

"Then shall we start now?" Philomena asked, raising her eyebrows.

Ron also nodded slightly. There was no time to waste now. They had too many things to deal with before heading to the Soul Burial Forest.

"Then, what should we do first?" Philomena tilted her head: "My personal suggestion is to go to where I used to live first. After all, my father has set up a magic teleportation device there."

"It only takes a while to prepare, and I can teleport back at any time. It's relatively simpler." Philomena suggested after careful consideration.

This magic teleportation device can be used not only by Philomena, but actually by every woman and every child of Archibald.

But, unfortunately, Archibald did not actually fully master the ability of the space system.

Although Archibald is a saint arranged by fate and should have a very good status in the Andre family, in fact, his status in the Andre family is not high.

In fact, if we only look at the strength of the sage arranged by fate, this sage is not even an indispensable existence for the Andre family.

The sage's strength is at the demigod level; this is fate's arrangement.

Although demigods are powerful, in the heyday of the Andre family, one more demigod-level master would not make too many, and one less would not make too few.

Moreover, according to the arrangement of fate, the saints will die soon after achieving the glory of sainthood, and their lifespan is only about a hundred years.

Such an existence would naturally greatly reduce the value of the Andre family.

What the Andre family really cares about is the great fame that the honor of being a saint can bring to the Andre family. Of course, for a secluded family, such glory and fame are actually something dispensable, at least for the core members of the Andre family, but for the family's side branches, it is also a way out.

At the same time, it is also a double insurance for the entire Andre family.

Even if one day, the core line of the Andre family declines, the side branches can continue to pass on by relying on the reputation of the sage. No matter what, the bloodline of the Andre family will not be cut off.

This point is very important.

This is why the Andre family attaches so much importance to saints.

However, because of the existence of the sage, the side branches suppressed the main line of the family, which was something the Andre family absolutely could not accept.

This is exactly the case, so the Andre family relies on side branches as a second line of insurance on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are always on guard against side branches and never allow side branches to come into contact with the core strength of the family.

However, because Archibald is from the side branch of the family, he is not qualified to learn the space-related abilities inherited from the family. At most, he has a few pieces of equipment with space-related effects.

But it is obvious that this guy Archibald is very interested in the abilities of the space system.

Since he couldn't get it from within the family, he went to study the few pieces of equipment he had.

Normally, it is almost impossible to rely on the special skills attached to the equipment to reversely deduce the origin of this power. From ancient times to the present, no matter how brilliant the genius is, no one can do this.

Even gods probably couldn't do this kind of thing...but Archibald did it.

I have to say, this guy is really a monster.

Relying on the space-transfer capability attached to the equipment, he was able to master some space magic to a certain extent.

This magic teleportation device was set up by Archibald himself.

However, although Archibald deduced some space magic, he had not received any systematic education in this area after all. Therefore, the space magic that Archibald mastered still had certain flaws.

Just like this magic teleportation device, although it can perform long-distance teleportation, this type of teleportation cannot be completed instantly and requires about several minutes of preparation time.

Unfortunately, in some fierce conflicts, the enemy will definitely not give you a few minutes to prepare, otherwise, Archibald's women and descendants in the Moron Valley would not have been wiped out, leaving only Philomena alive.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)