Chapter 601: The Last Dusk King, Corpse Reconstruction (Five Thousand)

Ron's sight flickered slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Patridge. He could clearly see from Patridge's eyes that this sage was really afraid of the Andre family.

That kind of fear is engraved deep in the soul and will not easily dissipate even after hundreds of years.

He exhaled and said, "Sir Sage, have you ever fought against those ancestors of the Andre family?"

Patrich's face became even gloomier. After a long while, he nodded with a dark face: "Yes, hundreds of years ago, I was hunted by the two ancestors of the Andre family."

"At that time, I had already been immersed in the demigod realm for many years, but I also knew that I alone was definitely no match for the Andre family."

"So for many years, I have been hiding in the Dusk Continent, unwilling to confront the Andre family head-on. I always thought I was hiding quite well, but hundreds of years ago, for some reason, the Andre family's guardians of destiny suddenly knew my location."

Patridge paused. He was still very confident in his hiding skills.

The most important thing is that he even prepared countless clones for himself. These clones can not only be used to devour and improve his own strength, but also absorb and repair his own injuries, and even confuse the enemy.

Those old immortals in the Andre family have always wanted to kill him, but at most they could only kill some of his clones and never found the real person.

But that time, the two old monsters completely ignored the existence of those clones and went straight to his hiding place... Well, hiding place doesn't sound very nice, but it doesn't matter. All in all, Patridge seriously suspected that it was most likely that the bastard repairman revealed his location that time.

“That time, they arranged two ancestors.”

"I thought everyone's realm was about the same. Even if I'm no match for two people, I should have no problem escaping."

"But what I didn't expect was that these bastards actually used space power to completely block the surrounding area in advance, leaving me no chance to escape. That time, I almost died at the hands of those old immortals from the Andre family."

"I used to roam the oceans as a pirate, and I've seen a lot of life and death, but that time, I guarantee it was the closest I've ever been to death in my life."

Partridge didn't hide anything.

He actually wanted to work with Ron.

After all, they are the two gods from the real lower world, and they are doomed to die.

He just didn't want to break into the Andre family's lair. After all, the two ancestors almost killed him, and there were thirteen old monsters in the lair.

What's more, apart from these thirteen old monsters, the Andre family didn't know how many masters of the realm of destruction they could pull out. In short, in Patridge's view, although Ron was a young hero, he was too young, not mature enough, and looked at things too simply.

“My friend, I know you are very arrogant. We are strong enough not to take the heroes of the world seriously, but compared with the Andre family, we are as weak as ants after all. You know, if it weren’t for the group of immortal guardians of fate in the Andre family, they wouldn’t be so obedient. Otherwise, if those ancestors came out in full force, the repairman wouldn’t even have to arrange for the gods to descend to the world, and we wouldn’t be able to survive.”

"Come to think of it, we still have to thank the blasphemer."

Although he said thank you, there was a flash of hatred and resentment in Patridge's eyes.

"If Archibald hadn't killed the Andre family's fifty-two ancestors, leaving only thirteen, and slaughtered hundreds of masters in the realm of destruction, the first family in the Dusk Continent would have even run into trouble with its inheritance. That group of old men wouldn't have been so cautious in doing everything, and they would have arranged for a few old men to kill us long ago."

"What a pity! It would be better if Archibald killed them all."

Christian was listening with fear.

There were originally fifty-two legendary beings like Saint Patrick, powerful demigods, in the Andre family?

There were also hundreds of powerful people in the Realm of Destruction who were killed?

My God, what kind of monster is this?

If the person who spoke was not Patrick, Christian would even suspect that the other party was a lunatic. Compared with the power of the Andre family, what are the seven orthodox religions?

Ron's expression was also somewhat solemn. To be able to leave such a shadow on Patrick, it was conceivable that the strength of the two ancestors must be far beyond Patrick, which was definitely an overwhelming advantage.

"How did you survive in the end?"

Partridge glanced at Ron, but still spoke slowly: "He blew up more than 6,000 clones and burned his soul. He finally broke through the space blockade and escaped."

"After that, I was seriously injured for a hundred years, and even my realm declined. It was only in the past few decades that I gradually recovered."

"My friend, I tell you this not because I don't dare, don't want to resist, and am willing to wait for death, but because I want you to understand how terrifying the Andre family is."

Ron nodded: "I understand, but, no matter what, we have to give it a try, don't we?"

"If we fight, we might die, but if we don't fight, we will surely die."

"Moreover, Mr. Saint, you seem to have forgotten our goal. We are not going to rush forward and wipe out the Andre family. Our real goal is only one, and that is to destroy the God of Descendants."

"As long as we stop the gods from descending, our goal will be achieved. There is no need to fight to the death with the Andre family."

"The difficulty of stopping the descent of God and exterminating the Andre family is not the same."

"Besides, we are not without help." Ron's smile became even more intense.

Patrich looked even more surprised: "Oh, can you bring in other strong men? If you mean someone like Her Highness the Great Saint, then forget it."

"Faced with a demigod-level warrior, no matter how many legendary practitioners there are, they will just die."

Being looked down upon.

Christian puffed up his cheeks but was not angry. After all, the person opposite him was a saint, a genuine demigod, so it was normal for him to look down on his strength.

Ron shook his head slightly: "Old man, do you think that with the character of the Dragon Prince Mansfield, he would be willing to be possessed by a god and become a puppet?"

Partridge was stunned for a moment. He looked at Ron in surprise and instantly understood what Ron was thinking.

"Sir, you should also know Montelicia's character. Do you think this stunning woman is willing to become a recipient of a god?"

Partridge took a deep breath and shook his head heavily.

Both Mansfield and Montelicia were extremely arrogant people. It was okay to kill such people, but it was absolutely not okay to transform their bodies into puppets controlled by other souls.

Even if the Dragon Prince Mansfield is a fool, Montelicia's strength is definitely above his own.

After all, that was a genius that the Andre family had never seen in eight thousand years. Although Patridge was conceited, he was not conceited enough to compare himself with such an existence. Apart from anything else, he was two thousand years older than himself.

Montelicia would naturally not be willing to be possessed. If this extremely beautiful woman made trouble in the Andre family, she could at least hold back two or three ancestors.

As a result, the number of enemies seemed to suddenly decrease a lot.

Originally, Patrick felt that this time he was simply going to die, but now he felt that there was suddenly a little hope, although it was still slim.

"Besides, we all have some tricks to save our lives, and it's about time we use them now." Ron still had a gentle smile on his face. "I believe that as long as we work together, even if it's impossible to kill the Andre family, we can still disrupt the God's Descent Ceremony and give the Andre family a gift."

I think this amount of money should satisfy the Andre family.

"But even if this is the case, the Andre family should not give up easily. After all, they still have repairmen above them, who they cannot afford to offend."

Partridge was still a little worried.

Even if these two receptors were gone, or even shattered to pieces, and could no longer carry the soul of the god, if the repairman issued a death order, the Andre family would not dare to refuse.

All the glory of the Andre family was bestowed by the repairman. Once the repairman's eyes shift away from the Andre family, the decline of the Andre family will be extremely rapid, which is something that the group of old monsters absolutely do not want to see.

Ron didn't care at all: "The requirements for the receptors of gods must be extraordinary."

"Before, the Death God Benavid chose a lousy receptor, which made him unable to exert much of the fighting power of a god. Not only did he fail to kill us, but he was even divided up by us. So this time, the repairman must have extremely high requirements for the receptor."

"If these two receptors are disabled, and if the repairman forcibly orders, the Andre family may have to sacrifice two ancestors... Maybe we are still doomed, but it would be nice to disgust the Andre family before we die, isn't it? At least it's better than waiting to die, right?"

After saying this, Partridge remained silent for a while.

His face was as gloomy as iron, and his narrow and turbid eyes were moving rapidly. It was obvious that his brain was spinning at super high speed, thinking about what Ron said.

Ron didn't say anything more, giving Patrick enough time to think.

Ron and Patrick didn't say anything, and Christian would not comment at this time. For a moment, the whole scene was filled with an indescribable depression and silence that made people feel uneasy.

I don't know how much time has passed, I only know that the scorching sun that was originally directly above my head has moved to the horizon at some point, and the whole world has turned orange. Patridge suddenly exhaled heavily, and he seemed to have finally broken free from his own thoughts.

Looking at Ron again, there seemed to be no more confusion in his eyes.

He didn't know if it was Ron's illusion, but he even felt that the sage's gaze had become slightly different from before, and there seemed to be some madness in his eyes.

Could it be that I accidentally cultivated a madman? Just as Ron was muttering in his heart, Partridge suddenly raised his hand and a magic scroll flew towards Ron.

When Ron got the magic scroll, he was shocked to find that it contained a message magic.

It can be said that this is the cheapest magic scroll. It is so cheap that Ron couldn't even believe that such a magic scroll could come from Patridge's hands.

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

Looking forward again, he could no longer find Patrick. This cunning old man had already used teleportation and disappeared without a trace.

In midair, only an old voice remained, slowly floating to Ron's ears:

"When you are ready to leave, use this scroll to get in touch."

Ron smiled and put the magic scroll away.

This old guy is quite cautious.

Patridge did not imprint the message magic mark on Ron. There are indeed some special means on the Dusk Continent that can use this mark to track the other party's position, and it is obviously impossible for Patridge to leave such a loophole.

Although the magic scroll can also play the role of message magic, it is only a one-time thing.

The probability of exposing the location is definitely greatly reduced.

"Let's go... take me to the seal." Ron let out a long breath. No matter what, Patrick's affairs were finally settled temporarily, and Ron felt a little relieved.

After all, no matter what, he had to go to the Andre family, and naturally the more masters he could call, the better.

Christian nodded silently and led Ron towards the underground seal.

On the way, Ron told Christian a brief story about the repairman and the guardian of destiny. Christian, who had been confused before, finally understood what Ron meant by what he had said before.

The pretty little face looked slightly pale.

Obviously, the truth of this world makes Christian shudder.

It was the first time for Her Highness the Great Saint to learn that in the seemingly peaceful world of Dusk Continent, there were actually so many secrets and terrors hidden.

Christian was also a smart person. She probably knew what Ron wanted to do by entering the underground seal again, but she said nothing. Perhaps what Ron did might bring huge trouble to all the creatures in the entire Dusk Continent, but this world ultimately needed people who dared to resist.

The only doubt in Christian's mind was that she was not qualified to participate in a conflict of this level.

As some time passed, there was that familiar, winding downward passage again.

When Ron and Christian reached the deepest part again, the ancient bronze coffin wrapped with chains appeared in front of them again.

The ancient bronze coffin was suspended above the huge altar, seemingly relying entirely on the huge chains to support its weight.

Although at first glance the ancient bronze coffin seemed to be placed on the surface of the altar, in fact one could still see that there was a small gap between the bottom of the coffin and the altar.

As if sensing the reappearance of its fellow countryman Ron, the residual soul hidden in the head of the last Twilight King inside the coffin became a little excited. As a cloud of gray mist surged, the coffin began to shake, and the chains wrapped around the coffin also swayed with it, making a rattling sound.

Ron exhaled, then strode towards the coffin.

As Christian looked at him in surprise, Ron grabbed a chain as thick as his arm. The moment Ron put his fingers on it, a dazzling light burst out from the chain, and a strong repulsion seemed to prevent Ron's fingers from getting closer.

For a moment, the space around the chain became distorted, and even Ron's fingers became crooked.

In the middle, there was an extremely unpleasant creaking sound.

Although she had already guessed what Ron was going to do, the scene where Ron directly grabbed a chain still shocked Christiane. She knew very well how terrifying the power contained in these chains was.

Over the past eight thousand years, some people have indeed tried to break the seal of the evil god of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, but as soon as those people's attacks landed on it, the surging power from the chains would instantly tear the person's body into pieces.

But Ron didn't care about that. Although the energy emerging from the chains was terrifying, he could definitely withstand it.

As Ron's fingers continued to increase in strength, the buzzing sound continued to spread, and circles of invisible impacts spread around. For a moment, this huge empty underground space seemed to have formed a spatial turbulence.

The indescribable force was too much for Christian to bear, and he could only keep retreating. After creating a sufficient distance, the pressure on Christian finally eased a little.

I don't know how long it took, but Ron's fingers finally suppressed the repulsive force of the chain, and with a few fingers, he completely grasped the chain in his palm.

The next moment, Ron suddenly exerted force with his arms, and the sleeve of his robe was shattered into pieces.

Then, the chain that had been suppressing the ancient bronze coffin for eight thousand years finally reached its limit. With a crisp sound, Christian felt a flash of sparks in front of him, and the entire chain broke instantly.

Without stopping, Ron's fingers reached out to the other chain.

Before this, Ron had the ability to break the shackles of destiny with his bare hands.

After mastering the law of force, Ron's strength increased again, and his power increased again. After absorbing part of the residual soul of the god of death Benavid, his energy was further improved. Now it is no longer a difficult task for Ron to destroy these chains.

Crunch, crunch, crunch…

The crisp sound of breaking continued to echo in the underground palace.

It didn't take long before all the shackles of destiny were broken.

Immediately with a bang, Ron punched the coffin lid hard, but unfortunately the coffin lid could not withstand Ron's strength and flew out directly.

No one knows what material the coffin lid is made of. Although it looks bronze on the surface, its density is actually much greater than bronze. The coffin lid is extremely heavy.

When the coffin lid hit the stone wall, the impact was like the collapse of a mountain.

Christian felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly shake.

On the stone wall, a big hole was smashed out by the lid of the ancient bronze coffin, and the entire wall was covered with dense cracks, as if it could collapse at any time.

But, none of this matters.

Just as the coffin lid was opened, a thick fog suddenly rose from inside the coffin.

The corners of Ron's mouth finally opened a crack. It was finally time to reassemble the remains of the last Twilight King.

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