Chapter 592 The Evil Archibald (10,000)

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

Only a more powerful body can bring out more power from the god... and there is only one purpose for doing so, which is to eliminate all the heretics in the repairman's eyes on the Dusk Continent and complete the goal that the God of Death Benavid has failed to complete.

Although this is just an unreasonable belief... well, it's just a blind guess.

But, inexplicably, Ron feels that these contents of his blind guesses must be extremely close to the truth.

During this period of time, Ron has been under the influence of some indescribable fear.

Before, in the Far North, on the glacier, Ron peeked at some strange pictures when fighting against the evil spirits. He didn't know what those pictures meant, but he always felt that there was some indescribable danger, like a venomous snake, a chain entangled with himself.

Although Ron never showed anything, he was really and truly suffering from this indescribable fear during this period of time.

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

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

Although the danger was not eliminated.

Think about it, the death god Benavid, using the strength of Noctis's body.

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

And the physical strength of Noctis...

In addition to disdain, Ron could hardly find a more appropriate word in his heart.

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

It was such a weak body that almost took his and Philomena's lives. What would it be like if the body that was taken over was replaced by Mansfield?

To be frank, in terms of physical strength, Mansfield is ten times, or even a hundred times, stronger than Noctis.

Even if he can't exert the true power of a god, that scene is definitely very terrifying.

However, Ron was not afraid of the enemy's strength. Compared with the strong enemy, Ron was more afraid of knowing nothing.

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

No.

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

A cold face suddenly appeared in Ron's mind.

It was a woman of peerless beauty.

Mature, steady, elegant, and noble.

All the beautiful words are so appropriate and perfect when used on that woman.

And the mysterious altar.

Thirteen old men around the altar.

Ron desperately thought about the appearance of the thirteen old men in his mind, wanting to compare with the old man he just saw to see if this old man would be one of the thirteen old men.

But unfortunately, the appearance of the thirteen old men was hazy, as if covered with a veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

On the contrary, the image of the mysterious woman became clearer and clearer.

That is why Ron judged that this woman might bring fatal threats to him.

If he found Mansfield to let the gods take over his body and create a killing machine that could easily kill him, why did the image of this woman appear? Unless...

Suddenly, Ron felt that his throat seemed to become particularly dry.

It was as if something was blocking his throat, and he felt depressed.

An idea had already formed in Ron's mind.

Unless, the repairman was going to arrange not one god in the lower world, but... two.

One receptor was Mansfield.

One receptor was the gorgeous woman that Ron inexplicably saw.

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

This was really bad news.

The body of the god in the lower world is very troublesome to deal with even at the level of the Death God Benavid. If there are two Death God Benavids, Ron and Philomena really have no chance of survival.

But now, two beings with strength far exceeding the Death God Benavid appear at the same time.

The repairman really doesn't give him any chance to survive.

However, it should be said that this guy is a little smart. He knows that it is useless to repair it. The problem needs to be solved from the source. If the blasphemer, the sage Partridge, the high priest Heferson, and the heretics himself cannot be completely eradicated, no matter how perfect the repairman repairs the world line, it may be broken in the next moment.

Huh...

Ron exhaled heavily.

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

Prevent the old man from coming back.

The old man was too strong. If he really turned back, it would cause 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 just now was short, it made Ifrit feel like a dream and intoxicated.

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

However, Ifrit was not a woman who would retreat 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 the gentleman.

It was a pity that Mansfield could not be killed directly.

Philomena's eyes were also full of unwillingness.

This conflict also made Philomena recognize a lot of truth.

No one knew about the strength of her 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 expanded a little, thinking that even if there was a gap, it would not be too big.

After absorbing part of the soul of the god of death, this idea in her heart became 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, she attacked the old man without any preparation.

But the final result made Philomena silent.

The last weapon left by her father was broken in the battle.

If Ron hadn't taken action to intercept the old man's attack, she would have died in the hands of this old man.

She wanted revenge, but found that the gap between her and the enemy was so exaggerated, and this old man was just one of many enemies, not the strongest one.

There are at least a dozen enemies like this... It has to be said that this is really a desperate reality.

Of course, Philomena is not the kind of girl who would immerse herself in despair. She quickly regained her mood and her fighting spirit was high in her chest. She is the daughter of a blasphemer. She believes that one day, she will be able to achieve her father's achievements.

The biggest excitement for Philomena in this battle is that she finally understands how powerful her father is.

I am arrogant and self-righteous, and I can't even deal with an old man.

You know, a thousand years ago, my father killed such old men from more than fifty to only a dozen. How powerful is that?

If I can have the fighting power of my father, revenge may be just a trivial matter, right?

"Ni Yafu..."

Ron waved at Ni Yafu in the air, signaling Ni Yafu to come back.

There is no point in waiting in the air. Ron believes that since the old man has left, he will never come back.

After all, the members of the Andre family are all a group of old shamans. They prefer to hide in the dark and manipulate everything quietly, rather than confront 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 broken with a flick of a finger. In this case, why do they need to take action in advance and make themselves unhappy?

It must be said that Ron's judgment of the hearts of the Andre family members is quite accurate.

The mysterious old man has already appeared dozens of kilometers outside the King's City of the Spang Church with Mansfield's broken body. 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 strong.

There are not many people in the entire Dusk Continent who can become his enemies.

The six-winged fallen angel, Philomena.

Ron.

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

In the eyes of others, it may be a very terrible force, but in the eyes of this old man, it is actually just that.

Even if it was the strongest six-winged fallen angel, the old man was even confident that he could suppress it.

But why do this?

There are gods coming soon, so just let them handle this matter.

What's more, although these people don't seem to be very strong, they are all restless. During this period, although their Andre family did not interfere in the outside world, they also heard about some things that happened in the Dusk Continent.

The evil spirit suppressed in the orc territory died.

You know, it is difficult for the gods to kill it personally, and it can only be sealed in the end.

And the ones who killed the evil spirit were those little guys who were average in his eyes.

In addition, the god of death Benavid, a god who descended on the Dusk Continent, died, and the murderer was still those little guys.

Just these two points are enough to make the old man put away his contempt for Ron and others. Although he thinks that with his own strength, it is not a problem to crush these people, but it is better to be safe than sorry.

He did not think that he was more resilient than the God of Death Benavid and the evil spirit.

The Andre family was able to pass down for 8,000 years, relying not only on strength, but also on... the prudence to judge the situation.

For such unusual targets, just leave it to the big guys in the heavens to deal with. You can just help by waving the flag and shouting a few "666". There is no need to participate in it personally.

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

...

"What are you thinking about?"

On the other side.

In the palace.

Lydia, Charlene, Barumong, Balk, Simmons and West have appeared.

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

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

Seeing that half of the palace has turned into a desert, and seeing large areas of collapsed and shattered buildings, everyone's face is extremely strange.

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

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

For a while, the whole palace was strangely silent.

It was not until Ron gently patted Philomena's shoulder that the silence was broken.

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 900 years ago, he slaughtered the valley where I lived."

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

Whenever she thought of those scenes, Philomena's chest was full of 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 told Philomena about his speculation.

Philomena also nodded her head.

Now she is no longer as reckless as before.

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

"It's very simple. It will be troublesome for us to solve these enemies alone, so we need to unite all the forces that can be united." Ron grinned and spoke slowly.

Philomena's little eyes were still a little confused, and she didn't seem to 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 not completely resurrected, but... the last Dusk King who can barely form a body!"

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

There are indeed some conflicts between Patrich and Heferson and Ron, but these conflicts are not irreconcilable, or they can be dealt with later.

After all, the repairman arranged for two gods to descend on the Dusk Continent, not just to eliminate Ron, but to take advantage of this opportunity to clean up all the heretics.

Heferson and Patrich are also the repairman's targets.

When facing a common enemy like a powerful god, the conflicts between the two sides can be suppressed and the premise of cooperation exists.

"Then let's start now?" Filomena asked, raising her eyebrows.

Ron also nodded slightly. There is no time to delay now. Before going to the Soul Burial Forest, they have too many things to deal with.

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

"It only takes a period of preparation, and I can teleport back at any time, which is relatively simple." Philomena made a suggestion after considering it.

This magic teleportation device is not only for Philomena, but also for every woman and every child of Archibald.

However, it is a pity that Archibald does not fully master the ability of the space system.

Although Archibald is a sage arranged by fate, he should have a very good status in the Andre family, but 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 strength of the sage is at the level of demigods, which is the arrangement of fate.

Although demigods are powerful, the Andre family in its heyday did not need more or less demigod-level masters.

Moreover, according to the arrangement of fate, the saint will die soon after achieving the glory of the saint, and his life span is only about a hundred years.

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

What the Andre family really cares about is the great reputation that the honor of the sage can bring to the Andre family. Of course, for a hidden family, such honor and reputation are actually dispensable, at least for the core members of the Andre family, but for the side branches of the family, 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 inherit by relying on the reputation of the sage. In any case, the bloodline of the Andre family will not be cut off.

This point is very important.

This is also the reason why the Andre family attaches so much importance to the sage.

However, because of the existence of the sage, the side branches in turn suppress the family's direct line, which is something that the Andre family absolutely cannot accept.

That's why the Andre family relies on the side branches as a second insurance on the one hand, and guards against the side branches everywhere on the other hand, and never allows the side branches to contact the core power of the family.

As Archibald was a member of the side branch of the family, he was not qualified to learn the spatial ability of the family. At most, he had a few pieces of equipment with spatial effects.

But it was obvious that Archibald was very interested in the ability of the spatial system.

Since he could not obtain it from the family, he studied the pieces of equipment he had.

Normally, it is almost impossible to reversely infer the origin of this power by relying on the special skills attached to the equipment. From ancient times to the present, no matter how brilliant the genius is, it is absolutely impossible to do this.

I am afraid that even gods cannot do this... But Archibald did it.

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

It is by relying on the spatial teleportation ability attached to the equipment that he has mastered some spatial magic to a certain extent.

This magic teleportation device was arranged by Archibald himself.

However, although Archibald deduced some space magic, he had not received systematic education in this area, and the space magic that Archibald mastered still had some flaws.

Just like this magic teleportation device, although it can be used for long-distance teleportation, this teleportation cannot be completed in an instant and requires about a few 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 Moron Valley would never be completely wiped out, leaving only Philomena alive.

Chapter 2 is here