Chapter 488 Heartbroken and Unable to Breathe (10,000)

This was the first head-to-head confrontation between Ron and Partridge, and it ended with Partridge running away.

He is obviously a world-famous sage. In this huge Twilight Continent, almost no one is Partridge's opponent. But facing Ron, who is far inferior to him, Partridge directly dropped hundreds of people. The clone acted as bait to confuse and attract Ron's attention, and he took advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Partridge was just a little too cautious.

In fact, if Partridge had persisted for a while and explored more carefully, he would have discovered that although the white worm looked very scary, the pollution it released was also difficult for him to resist.

But, in fact, this white worm is just an empty shell.

There is no soul in the body of the white worm.

Although the body of an evil god without a soul can also exert quite astonishing power, its absolute destructive power is absolutely incomparable to that of a complete body. Being able to maintain one-tenth of its normal state is considered the limit.

It is most appropriate to describe her with a fierce look and a soft heart.

What's more, in order to facilitate his control, Ron also refined Alecius' corpse into a holy relic.

Although it is indeed more convenient to use, and Ron can control it like an arm, the power of the evil god's corpse itself has dropped significantly during the refining process.

If Partridge had a little more courage and investigated carefully, he might be able to see the truth. If Partridge could really risk everything and have a good fight with Ron, even if Ron was There is help from the six-winged fallen angel Niaf, but it’s hard to say who will win in the end.

At the very least, Partridge would never be in such a mess.

Not to mention sacrificing hundreds of clones in order to escape, even the right arm in the sky that was still fighting the left arm of the last Twilight King could no longer be taken care of.

This is the truth that Partridge has always adhered to, that is...life is the most important thing.

You only have one life. If you die, there is nothing.

No matter what you have to sacrifice, as long as you can survive, it is worth it. As long as you live, there is still hope for everything.

"hold head high!"

Alecius's body let out an earth-shattering roar.

His mouthparts opened forcefully, and two figures flew out of the mouthparts, it was Ron and Niaf.

After Ron and Niaf escaped, an extremely strong attraction suddenly came from the mouth. The clones of Partridge that filled the underground palace had different strengths. The powerful clones could reach the peak of the legendary level. At the same level, the weaker clones are also at the legendary level of three or four stars, but without exception, none of the clones can break through to the level of destruction.

These clones could be considered masters when left on the Twilight Continent, but when faced with Alecius, the strength of the clones seemed extremely fragile and not worth mentioning at all.

With a breath, streams of air spurted out from the mouthparts, directly rolling up one after another of Partridge's clones and dragging them into the mouthparts. As Alecius's body squirmed, there was an immediate burst of air. From the chirping sound, there was no doubt that these clones had been completely crushed the moment they were swallowed by Alecius.

Ron didn't pay attention to these clones. He knew that these clones would at best interfere with his vision and perception and could not cause any real harm to him. He looked towards the top of his head.

Both arms were clenched into fists, still fighting hard.

The impact, the forceful collision of two mountains was nothing more than that.

Every collision of the fist can cause the entire underground palace to tremble. Unfortunately, this underground palace has endured too many impacts that it should not have to bear. It is already crumbling, as if it may collapse at any time.

The remnant soul in the right arm has been completely wiped out by that guy Partridge. Now the right arm is controlled by a ray of will separated from Partridge. Although Partridge's body has escaped, But this arm still didn't give up resistance. The two arms were almost evenly matched in strength.

However, this kind of equilibrium occurs when there is no interference from others.

Once a third party intervenes, the balance will be broken instantly.

"when!"

"Time is slow."

With a slight hook of Ron's fingers, the clock of the clock rang again, and the movement of the last Twilight King's right arm suddenly became slow.

Zhou Yang was obviously a sixth-year old man, so he would not miss this opportunity. He suddenly opened the five fingers of his left hand, grabbed the wrist of his right hand, and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

A huge pit was dug out of the poor underground palace.

Large swaths of smoke and dust billowed directly from the ground.

"when!"

"Time stands still."

"boom……"

boom!

boom!

It was obviously his own arm, but Zhou Yang was really ruthless this time. With Ron's help, it didn't take long for the other arm to be completely smashed to the ground, and even the right arm was hit. The ray of spiritual thought left by Trich was forcibly shattered by Zhou Yang.

On the other side, Niaf, who had just emerged from Alecius's belly, did not return to the ring.

Six wings supported Niaf's body, floating in the air, her head raised slightly, her cold eyes silently staring at the cracked stone wall above her head, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the stone wall and peer into the distance. picture.

Niaf maintained this posture. After about thirty seconds passed, Niaf suddenly smiled.

Niaf was born extremely beautiful.

It's just that he has a quiet personality and almost never shows any expression on his face. Now that he suddenly smiled, Ron felt even more amazing.

That smile was slightly mocking.

It's like laughing at some idiot who is stupid and doesn't realize it.

After a brief pause, Niaf stretched out her left hand, and a dark long bow appeared in Niaf's palm. The bow was made of unknown materials. It was as black as ink, and the bow was shimmering with light. The dark metallic luster exudes rich evil, the bowstring is scarlet, slender and slender, and you can even vaguely smell a strong smell of blood.

When he saw this longbow, Ron even felt an inexplicable restlessness in his body, and there was even a strange sense of familiarity coming from his body.

This feeling made Ron's eyelids twitch, and his eyes swept over the bow string. The bow string had the unique aura of the dragon clan and was tanned with dragon tendons.

Being able to use dragon tendons as bowstrings, one can imagine the quality of this longbow.

The next moment, a bright light flashed on Niaf's right hand, and a dark red spear appeared out of thin air.

Niaf placed the spear directly on the bowstring and used the spear as an arrow. Immediately afterwards, Niaf's slender arm suddenly exerted force. There was a creaking sound, and the bowstring was pulled open into a full moon almost instantly.

Immediately his fingers loosened.

With a buzzing sound, the dark red spear shot out instantly like a meteor tearing through the sky.

With the blessing of the longbow and Niaf's own power, the spear has unparalleled penetrating power. Even hundreds of meters of soil and churches on the surface cannot stop the power of the spear, and it is penetrated instantly. .

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Spang Theocracy, Royal City.

Diagonally above the headquarters of the Heart of Nature Church, Partridge was panting.

The bright moon is bright.

The moonlight shone on Partridge's face, which was as pale as paper, without any blood.

The already old face seemed to have aged a lot at this time. The face was wrinkled, and large beads of sweat flowed into the ravines of the face, moving slowly along the wrinkles.

His body was soaked with sweat, and the wetness stuck to his body, making Partridge feel particularly uncomfortable.

A pair of cloudy old eyes were still staring hard. From the confused and frightened gaze, one could clearly feel how exaggerated the impact this guy had received before this was.

Ron, that guy is a monster.

He has never encountered such a strange and terrifying existence.

How old is that guy? He is actually able to master the rarest and most powerful law of time. He has not even entered the realm of destruction. The rules of this world seemed to have no limit or meaning to him.

This terrifying guy can even directly summon the six-winged fallen angel... No, no, the six-winged fallen angel is nothing, that guy can even directly summon an evil god.

Oh, damn.

Until now, the trembling feeling that penetrated into the deepest part of his soul has not disappeared from Partridge's heart. Whenever he recalls that feeling, Partridge's hair stands on end.

Will be eaten.

If he continued to stay in that place, he would definitely be eaten alive by that terrifying monster.

The extreme fear prevented him from even having the slightest idea of ​​resistance. He ran away, leaving hundreds of clones he had cultivated with great difficulty as bait, and then fled.

Such was the gap between Partridge and Archibald.

If you are a blasphemer, you may not think too much at all. You can fight first and then decide. If you really can't do it, it's not too late to run away. You will never be frightened into disgrace.

This is the gap between natures.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

Even though thousands of years have passed, and even though Partridge has become one of the strongest men in the Twilight Continent and is revered as a sage, this nature has not changed at all.

And this kind of nature is also destined. Not to mention a thousand years, even ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, he will never catch up with the footsteps of the blasphemer. The gap between the two will only get bigger and bigger. big.

But Partridge didn't think so. He was even grateful that he could survive in front of a god.

He raised his right hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and soon felt distressed.

Hundreds of clones.

His number of clones is extremely large, thousands, and at his peak, the number of clones exceeded 10,000.

He taught the clone's skills to Holt, but Partridge was obviously not a particularly good teacher. The inheritance he left behind was incomplete and had a lot of flaws. At the very least, it was devouring the clone and absorbing power. At this time, the energy loss on Partridge's side will be much less.

Hundreds of clones represent a very powerful energy.

However, Partridge has basically reached a bottleneck period now. Even if he devours more clones, his energy storage has reached its end and his strength cannot continue to improve. However, these clones are not useless, at least when the energy loss is too large. When you absorb a clone, it immediately becomes a big tonic.

Moreover, some of these clones have even been born with spiritual intelligence. Apart from anything else, they are quite useful as loyal subordinates.

Having lost several hundred at once, Partridge felt quite distressed.

But as soon as I think about it, losing these hundreds of clones in exchange for one life, the heartache feels much lighter.

It's just...the right arm of the last Twilight King.

hiss.

Just thinking about that arm makes Partridge so heartbroken that he can't breathe.

That right arm was his biggest loss tonight.

Think about how much effort he put in to gain the trust of this arm? He nodded and bowed, as if he were a grandson who kept groveling to please, and all the dignity of the sage was gone.

After finally gaining the trust of the remnant soul, he finally gave Partridge the opportunity to launch a sneak attack quietly, completely annihilating the remnant soul, and personally take charge of the right arm of the last Twilight King.

I originally wanted to collect the remains of the last Twilight King as a container to hold my own soul in the future, so that I could use this body to break through to the realm of God.

But who would have thought that he would die before he could escape quickly?

I tried to grab my left arm, but my right arm was also caught in it.

Lost everything.

Just thinking about this made Partridge so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

It's been a thousand years... It's been more than a thousand years, and this is the first time he has suffered such a loss.

He wished he could rush back into the underground palace and tear Ron's bastard into pieces with his own hands... But after all, this thought was just a thought. But, Partridge would never dare to do this. He had never been Someone who has this kind of courage.

Shaking his head, even if his heart was bleeding, Partridge could only suppress the depression in his heart. He looked around and quickly determined his current location.

Although the holy relics and equipment passed down by the Andre family have more or less space-based abilities, they are too random.

This time, he used a sub-forbidden spell-level space movement secret technique. Theoretically, it can be randomly teleported to any distance between one meter and a thousand kilometers. As long as it is tens of kilometers, it should be safe enough.

As a result, he was actually still in Spangjiao King City and still above the church.

Damn it.

Is this a kilometer?

Partridge cursed under his breath again.

He found that the number of times he swore today was probably more than the previous three hundred years. You can imagine how depressed he was.

That kind of feeling is terrible, as if everything is desperately against myself, and I am irritated.

Partridge let out a heavy breath. He originally wanted to turn the ring again and use the ability of the space system to escape, but finally gave up on this plan. The randomness was too great. If someone accidentally ended up in the underground palace, then You are just seeking death.

Hundreds of clones, plus a right arm, should be able to hinder them for a while. With their own strength, even if it only takes a minute, or even half a minute, they can escape to a relatively safe place.

Since you are ready to fly, let’s go north.

Over there is the territory of the orcs.

A land of ice and snow is not suitable for human survival at all. It should be relatively safer to escape there.

Ron, that guy, should be looking for him all over the world, but he would never have imagined that he would actually be hiding in the glacier in the far north, working with the orcs.

This time, he even planned to stay there for a while, and then come back to deal with Ron after he thought of a way to deal with him. Moreover, the orcs believed in the wild god.

Aragami is also one of the seven great gods.

At the headquarters of the Aragami Church, some of the stumps of the last Twilight King should also be suppressed. If you can get this part of the stumps, you can make up for your losses this time.

In a matter of seconds, Partridge had made a decision, no longer hesitating, and soared towards the north in the direction of the Dulles Mountains.

Partridge is worthy of being a master of the Destruction Realm. His flying speed is far beyond that of ordinary practitioners. In just an instant, his body has already traveled thousands of meters away.

However, even Partridge was completely unaware of it.

Just below him, beneath the Heart of Nature Cathedral, a dark red spear was traveling through the soil at lightning speed.

Whether it is thick soil or solid rocks, they are like tofu in front of this dark red spear. They are vulnerable and can be penetrated in an instant.

Buzz!

The spear pierced the stone paved ground.

With a spiral impact, it penetrated the sanctuary of the Heart of Nature Church.

The violently rotating spear was like a raging tornado, and the spiraling energy around it raged past, causing the temple to collapse.

The spear, like a meteor flying backwards, streaked diagonally across the sky.

Perhaps, this is destiny.

Just when the spear flew hundreds of meters in the air, Partridge happened to have just reached this point. It felt like Partridge was desperately trying to get closer to take the shot.

The coincidence is too incredible to be true.

Then……

Poof!

The dark red spear instantly penetrated Partridge's body from below.

At that moment, Partridge only felt a burst of severe pain that he had never experienced in his life. His eyes instantly widened and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to scream, but there was no time to make any sound. The red tip of the gun had come out of Partridge's mouth.

The dignified sage turned into a skewer almost instantly.

This was perhaps the most humiliating moment in the sage's life.

A large pool of bright red stains penetrated the robe. The robe quickly became wet, and the viscous liquid slowly rolled down.

Except for Partridge, no one can understand what this feels like. Perhaps, this will become a nightmare that Partridge will never be able to live through in his life, and it will become a psychological shadow.

Chapter 2 is presented.