Chapter 598: The Return of the Saint (10,000)

"The Great Saint is my woman, what's the problem?"

Ron declared as he pulled Christian into a hug.

This attitude is absolutely arrogant.

Although it seems like he's taking advantage of someone, since he's going to disguise himself, he'd better pretend to be more convincing. If he's found out, Christian will probably have endless troubles in the future.

In that case, it would be better to solve all the troubles at once and cleanly.

This is not just for Christian's own good, but for the good of all of Christian's suitors.

Ron also felt a little strange in his heart.

He was originally in Archibald's lair with Philomena. After reading the history of Andre's family and having a certain grasp of the future, Ron left directly from there and headed for Granville as quickly as possible.

After all, time was already very tight for Ron, and he didn't have much time to waste. In order to return to Granville as soon as possible, he didn't even bring Philomena with him.

But who would have thought that he had just returned to the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and had not done any serious work yet, but he had to pretend to be Christian's lover.

For a moment, there was complete silence all around, without any movement at all.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into an indescribable stagnation.

Leaning against Ron, feeling Ron's temperature on his skin through his thin clothes, Christian felt his whole body burning hot, especially his face.

A pair of golden eyes were filled with a layer of mist, as charming as silk, and almost dripping with water.

My heartbeat became more agitated than ever before.

In an instant, my brain went blank and I completely lost the ability to think.

Gradually, some ideas began to emerge in Christian's mind.

Who am I? Where am I?

Why am I leaning on Ron's arms? What exactly does he mean? When his brain began to regain its normal thinking ability, all kinds of thoughts rushed into Christian's mind like crazy.

In fact, the fact that Ron was her lover was not actively publicized by Christian. The initiator of this matter was Virgil. However, as the rumor gradually spread, there were indeed fewer men who came to pursue her, so Christian acquiesced in the spread of this rumor.

She also didn't expect Ron to suddenly appear in front of her.

What he didn't expect was that Panagiotis would mention this matter in front of Ron. For a moment, Christian was a little flustered. Before he knew how to explain it to Ron, he was directly hugged by Ron.

The words of defense that I had originally thought of disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She was obviously an elegant, noble and high-ranking Saint. She was always decisive and swift in handling any matter, even such important matters as appointing the Pope or the Vice-Pope. But at this moment, she had no idea how she should react. It was as if she had become the most beautiful puppet in the world.

On the other hand, Panagiotis on the opposite side was also stunned for a moment.

He stared with wide eyes as he watched Ron hugging the Great Saint, the woman he had always admired.

Christian didn't even resist, and even looked shy, which made Panagiotis feel as if his heart was hollowed out.

If he still had some doubts in his heart before, then when he saw this scene with his own eyes, all the doubts deep in his heart disappeared completely. If they were not lovers, why would he go to such lengths?

only……

This is a church.

This is the most sacred place in the Dusk Continent. How can people hug and kiss in the church? How disrespectful is this?

Panagiotis was the most conservative person. He couldn't stand such dirty things. His face flushed red for a moment. He pointed at Ron with one hand, his finger trembling, and even his voice couldn't help trembling: "Your Highness the Saint, Mr. Ron, this is a church, please respect yourself."

He was kind by nature, and there were some things he really didn't want to say, but now he was so angry that he couldn't control himself and blurted out some words: "Also, Your Highness the Great Saint, is this the man you like?"

"Honestly, I don't see why you like this man at all."

"Mr. Ron, do you really think you are worthy of the Grand Saint of our church?"

Once some words are spoken, they can never be taken back, just like the dark side of human nature. Once the seeds are planted, they will continue to grow and sprout. Panagiotis couldn't help but curl up a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Ron from the corner of his eye: "Some people, although they look bright and beautiful on the outside, are essentially just toads who dream of eating swan meat."

"It is important for people to know themselves. Before you want to eat swan meat, you'd better check whether you are qualified to do so."

Ron felt helpless after hearing these words.

Come to think of it, it has been a long time since anyone dared to humiliate me.

Ron was not angry, but the blush on Christian's face beside him disappeared immediately, and his pretty face became gloomy as if covered with a thick layer of frost: "Panagiotis, now that you have taken the position of acting vice-pope, do you not know who you really are?"

"Remember, you are only the acting vice-pope, not yet the vice-pope, let alone the pope."

"What qualifications do you have to speak to Mr. Ron like that?"

"Where were you when Mr. Ron predicted the demise of the dragon race?"

"Where were you when Mr. Ron was in Larnaca City, destroying the Young God and the Black Beast, preventing the disaster from spreading across the Dusk Continent, and saving millions of ordinary people?"

"Where were you when Mr. Ron killed Apu and the 474th Holt?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that if Mr. Ron wants, Ron Virgil will have no objection to giving the title of Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn to him."

"Even if the Wild God Sect and the Church of the Heart of Nature are combined into one, and Ron becomes the only pope of the three churches, there may not be any obstacles."

"Even if we add Granville and the King of the Spang Theocracy, it shouldn't be difficult."

"What qualifications do you have to accuse Mr. Ron of being worthy? Before you accuse others of being worthy, first look at yourself."

Christian's words were very serious. She didn't know what was wrong with her. When she saw Panagiotis looking down on Ron, she bared her teeth like a leopard with its fur standing on end, and subconsciously showed her sharpest claws.

She would never allow anyone to insult Ron, no one.

Panagiotis was stunned. For a moment he didn't know how to react. Christian's voice was still echoing in his mind, making Panagiotis' head buzzing.

What, what is this?

The common pope of three of the seven major churches: the Cult of the God of Wilderness, the Church of the Heart of Nature, and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn?

The common king of Granville and the Theocracy of Spang?

If the person who said this was not Saint Christian, he would definitely wonder if this person was crazy or his brain was damaged by the fever?

Otherwise, how could he say such an absolutely impossible thing? Ron felt a little embarrassed to be publicly proclaimed his great achievements, but it didn't matter. Ron was thick-skinned and soon got used to it. He looked at Panagiotis who was standing there in a daze, not knowing how to respond for a moment. Ron slowly said, "Acting Vice Pope, I'm afraid you don't know that the Great Saint Miss Christian achieved the peak strength of the legendary realm under my guidance."

"You may not know this yet, but Pope Virgil is my brother who has been through life and death with me."

"Perhaps you don't know that Her Majesty Queen Dolores and Queen Lydia of the Spang Theocracy were both promoted to the throne by me."

"I was the one who killed the previous Pope, the Holy Son, and the Holy Lady of the Church of Nature's Heart."

"I was also the one who killed Agulal Copperfield, the god of war who protected the Spang Theocracy."

"I even killed the evil spirit of the orc leader who had been sealed by the God of Wilderness for thousands of years."

"The Orcs, an army of 200,000 bearmen, were also destroyed by me..."

"Sir Panagiotis, now tell me, am I qualified to eat swan meat?"

Every word echoed in Panagiotis's ears.

Panagiotis was not stupid, but his quick mind was completely unable to react at this time. He wanted to laugh at Ron loudly. How crazy must Ron be to say such shameless things?

Can one person really accomplish so many things? You're just dreaming.

But, for some reason, Ron's expression made Panagiotis feel an indescribable fear in his heart. Perhaps, it was because Ron's words were too outrageous, so outrageous that he began to doubt that no one would be stupid enough to tell such a lie.

What's more, this is the royal capital of the Kingdom of Granville, and Her Majesty Queen Dolores lives in the palace.

It was not difficult for him to enter the palace to meet the Queen in his capacity as the acting Pope. If Ron was really lying, the lie could be easily exposed.

Could it be that what Ron said was true? But this...how could this be possible? It was too unbelievable.

"I can get the favor of the Goddess of Dawn, can you?" Ron smiled and snapped his fingers. With a snap, a shadow of the goddess appeared out of thin air behind Ron, with twelve snow-white wings showing holiness.

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

The moment he saw the goddess's shadow, Panagiotis even had the urge to kneel on the ground and kowtow devoutly.

"I also wiped out the entire family of Saint Andre..." Ron's eyelids drooped slightly, and his gaze gradually became colder under his eyelashes, full of murderous intent: "So now, Panagiotis, tell me what I can't do? Maybe you want to maintain the glory of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, but you'd better see clearly who you can offend and who you absolutely can't afford to offend."

"You know, what you just said may very likely bring disaster to the Church of the Dawn Goddess."

"If the church, which has been passed down for 8,000 years, is destroyed because of your words, can you bear the responsibility?"

The moment the words fell, Ron's gaze suddenly became sharp.

Panagiotis only felt a bang, as if his chest was hit hard by an extremely heavy hammer. His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face uncontrollably.

Looking at Ron again, he was no longer the handsome young man. Panagiotis felt that Ron seemed to be surrounded by countless scarlet mists, which entangled Ron like chains.

Behind Ron, there was no longer that big tree, but instead a mountain made up of piled up white bones and a sea of ​​blood.

Kill... This is a monster that has killed countless people.

The intense fear he had never experienced before made Panagiotis feel that his teeth were colliding violently. Only a gurgling sound was left in his throat. The invisible pressure was squeezing Panagiotis's internal organs madly, and he even felt that his internal organs were about to turn into meat paste under the pressure released by Ron.

However, Panagiotis's character was a little tougher than Ron had imagined. Although Ron did not unleash all his murderous intent recklessly, he was still somewhat surprised that he could hold on until this time.

Panagiotis desperately fought against the breath coming from Ron, enduring the fear that was about to burst in his chest. He didn't want to become so embarrassed in front of Christian, and grinned desperately: "Heh... this... this is just your one-sided statement, who... who can prove it?"

"I can prove it."

At this moment, another voice suddenly came from behind Panagiotis.

The acting vice-pope felt like he was going crazy.

What was going on today? Why were there all kinds of masters coming one after another? Ron was fine, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, there was another super master who would not be noticed even if he approached him.

Since when did super masters become as common as cabbages and are about to be everywhere in the streets?

Christian looked behind her, her eyes suddenly froze. She couldn't tell who the person was, but she could inexplicably feel an extremely dangerous aura from the person.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Ron, on the other hand, acted very calmly and even nodded slightly at the visitor.

Ron's words instantly swept away the intense fear in Christian's heart, as if as long as Ron was by his side, he could easily deal with anything that happened.

As for Panagiotis, he felt as if his neck was rusted. He turned around little by little and saw an old man in a pure white robe appearing silently.

The old man is very old.

His hair and beard are all white.

On the wrinkled old face, one could even see patches of gray-black corpse spots, making him look as if he was about to die. Even his body was emitting a faint stench of decay.

Who else could this old man be but the sage Partridge?

However, unlike the feeling of others, although Patrick still looked old, Ron could clearly see that this old guy had improved in strength and even looked a little younger than before.

As if noticing Panagiotis's gaze, Patrich raised his head and glanced at the acting vice-pope. That look made Panagiotis feel as if his soul was about to fall into a whirlpool and he would never be able to escape.

Just this one look made Panagiotis understand that this mysterious old man was definitely not someone he could deal with. If he wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even need a second move.

Monster, this is a real monster!

Fortunately, Patridge was not very interested in this acting vice-pope. He just glanced at him and looked away quickly. Then he looked up at Ron and said with a smile, "I can prove that what this young man said is true."

"After all, my family has been wiped out by this young friend."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on almost everyone's faces became extremely strange.

This... why does this sound so weird?

Even Christian couldn't help but speak up: "Sir, may I ask your name? Are you here to seek revenge on Ron?"

After all, that was the hatred of the annihilation of an entire family, so it was only natural for him to seek revenge on Ron.

But unexpectedly, the old man just shook his head casually: "Haha, this girl is joking, it's just a revenge for the extermination of the whole family, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

"Anyway, even though my family was wiped out, those people don't actually have my blood in them, so I don't really care."

This sentence reveals a lot of information.

It was obvious that the mysterious old man didn't care about these things at all. He just stroked his goatee and said, "As for my name... well, Partridge, I think it's this name. It's been so long that I can't remember it very clearly."

Partridge.

As soon as these four words appeared, Christian and Panagiotis frowned immediately. It was obvious that they both felt that the name was very familiar, but perhaps because the name appeared too suddenly, they were a little unable to remember it for a while.

Just when some thoughts were about to come out, Partridge's voice rang in their ears again: "By the way, they also gave me a nickname."

"People on the Dusk Continent basically call me... a saint."

Buzz.

In an instant, both Christian and Panagiotis felt as if a bolt of thunder flashed through their minds.

Sage?

This old man, he is said to be a saint?

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)