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

Ron's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at Partridge. From Partridge's eyes, he could clearly see that this sage was really afraid of the Andre family.

That kind of fear is imprinted deep in the soul, and it will not dissipate easily even if hundreds of years have passed.

He took a breath and said, "Your Excellency, Sage, have you ever faced off against the ancestors of the Andre family?"

Partridge's expression became even more gloomy, and he nodded with a dark face for a long time: "Yes, hundreds of years ago, I was hunted down by two ancestors of the Andre family."

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

"So for many years, I have been hiding in the Twilight Continent, unwilling to confront the Andre family. I have always thought that I was hiding well, but hundreds of years ago, I don't know why. , the fate guardians of the Andre family suddenly knew my location."

Partridge paused for a moment. Partridge was still very confident in his hiding methods.

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

The old immortals of the Andre family have always wanted to kill him, but at most they only killed a few clones and never found the main body.

But that time, the two old monsters completely ignored the existence of those clones and went straight to the den where they were hiding... Well, hiding in a den doesn't sound good, but it's not important. In short, Partridge seriously doubted that that time was very... Maybe it was the repairman bastard who revealed his location.

"That time, they arranged for two ancestors."

"I thought that everyone was at the same level. One against two would not be an opponent, but if you want to escape, it would still be no problem."

"However, 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 the immortal Andre family. inside."

"I once traveled across the ocean and was a pirate. I have seen a lot of things between life and death. But that time, I guarantee that it was the closest to death in my life."

Partridge isn't hiding anything.

He actually wanted to work with Ron.

After all, the two gods of the true lower world must die.

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

What's more, in addition to these thirteen old monsters, the Andre family still doesn't know how many experts in the realm of destruction can be brought out. In short, in Partridge's view, although Ron is a young hero, he is still too young after all. , not mature enough, looking at things too simply.

"Little friend, I know you are very arrogant, and we are strong enough not to take the world's heroes to heart, but compared with the Andre family, we are as weak as ants after all. Do you know that if it weren't for Andre? The old and immortal guardians of fate in the family are not so obedient, otherwise if those ancestors came out in full force, the repairman would not have to arrange for the gods to descend, and we would not be able to survive. "

"Speaking of which, we still have to thank the blasphemer."

He said he was grateful, but there was a flash of hatred and resentment in Partridge's eyes.

"If Archibald hadn't killed only thirteen of the fifty-two ancestors of the Andre family, and killed hundreds of masters of the destruction realm, the first family in the Twilight Continent wouldn't even have inherited it. If there's trouble, those old guys won't be careful in everything they do, and they'll just randomly arrange for a few old men to kill us."

"It's a pity. It would be better if Archibald killed them all."

Christian listened with fear.

There are actually fifty-two legendary beings like Saint Partridge, a powerful demi-god in the Andre family?

Are there hundreds of powerful people in the destruction realm who have been killed?

God, what a behemoth this is.

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

Ron's face was also a little solemn, and it was enough for Partridge to leave such a shadow. It was conceivable that the strength of the two ancestors must be far greater than Partridge, and they would definitely have a crushing advantage.

"How did you survive in the end?"

Partridge glanced at Ron, but still spoke slowly: "I self-destructed more than six thousand clones, then burned my soul, and finally broke through the space blockade and escaped."

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

"My little friend, I am telling you this not because I dare not, do not 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, you have to fight, right?"

"If we fight hard, we may die, but if we don't fight, we will definitely die."

"Furthermore, Your Majesty the Sage, you seem to have forgotten our goal. We are not going to rush forward and drive out the Andre family. We have only one real purpose, and that is to destroy the God of Destruction."

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

"The difficulty between preventing the gods from descending and killing the Andre family is not the same."

"Besides, it's not like we don't have helpers." The smile on Ron's face became even stronger.

Partridge looked even more surprised: "Oh, can you bring in other strong people? If you are referring to someone of Her Highness's level, then forget it."

"Faced with the strong men in the demigod realm, no matter how many legendary practitioners appear, they will only die."

Being looked down upon.

Christian puffed up his cheeks, but was still not angry. After all, the person facing him was a sage, a genuine demigod. It was normal for him to look down on his own strength.

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

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

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

Partridge took a deep breath and shook his head heavily.

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

Even if the Dragon Prince Mansfield is an idiot, Montericia's strength is definitely still above hers.

After all, that is a genius that the Andre family has never seen in eight thousand years. Although Partridge is arrogant, he is not arrogant enough to compare with this kind of existence. Not to mention anything else, his age alone is Two thousand years older than me.

Naturally, Montericia would not be willing to be taken away from her. If this unparalleled woman caused trouble in the Andre family, one person would be able to hold back at least two or three ancestors.

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

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

"Besides, we all have some small means to save our lives, and it's about time we use them now." Ron still had a soft smile on his face: "I believe that as long as we work together, even if it's impossible Kill the Andre family, but there is always money to disrupt the divine descending ceremony and give the Andre family a gift."

Thinking about it, this capital should satisfy the Andre family.

"But if that's the case, the Andre family probably won't give up easily. After all, they have repairmen above them, and that's someone they can't afford to offend."

Partridge was still a little worried.

Even if these two receptors are gone, or even broken into pieces, and can no longer carry the soul of the god, if the repairman issues a death order, the Andre family will not dare to refuse.

All the glory of the Andre family was given by the repairman. Once the repairman takes his eyes away from the Andre family, the decline of the Andre family will be extremely rapid. This is something that these old monsters absolutely do not want to see. things.

Ron didn't care at all: "The requirements for a god's receptor must be extraordinary."

"The previous God of Death, Benavid, chose a bad garbage receptor and could not exert much of the fighting power of a god. Therefore, not only did he fail to kill us, he was even divided up by us in turn. So this time the repairman is against the recipient. The physical requirements must be extremely high.”

"If these two receptors are destroyed, if the repairman gives the order, the Andre family will have to sacrifice the two ancestors... Maybe we are still dead, but we can disgust the Andre family before we die. It’s not bad for a while, isn’t it? At least it’s better than waiting to die, right?”

After these words were spoken, Partridge fell silent for a while.

The face was as gloomy as iron, and a pair of narrow, turbid eyes were moving rapidly. It was obvious that his brain was spinning at super high speed, thinking about Ron's words.

Ron didn't talk any more, giving Partridge enough time to think.

Neither Ron nor Partridge spoke, and Christian would not express his opinions casually at this time. For a moment, the entire scene was filled with a heart-stopping, indescribable depression and dead silence.

He didn't know how much time had passed. He only knew that the scorching sun directly above his head had moved to the horizon at some point, and the whole world turned orange. Partridge suddenly let out a heavy breath. He seemed to finally break free from his own thoughts.

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

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

Could it be that I accidentally cultivated a lunatic?

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 in hand, he suddenly discovered that what was recorded on it was a message magic.

It can be said that this is the cheapest magic scroll, so cheap that Ron couldn't even believe that this kind of magic scroll could be taken out from Patridge.

Looking forward again, he could no longer find Patridge in front of him. This cunning old man had already used teleportation and disappeared without a trace.

In the air, only an old voice was left, slowly floating to Ron's ears:

"When you are ready to leave, use this scroll to contact."

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 Patridge obviously cannot leave such a loophole.

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

The probability of exposing the position is definitely greatly reduced.

"Let's go... take me to the seal." Ron let out a long breath. In any case, Patridge's affairs were finally settled temporarily, and Ron felt a little relieved.

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

Christian nodded silently and led Ron to the underground seal.

On the way, Ron told Christian about the repairman and the guardian of fate. Christian, who was still confused before, finally understood what Ron said before.

A pretty little face was slightly pale.

Obviously, the truth of this world made Christian shudder.

This great saint lady knew for the first time that there were so many secrets and horrors hidden in the seemingly peaceful world of Twilight Continent.

Christian was also a smart person. She probably knew what Ron wanted to do by entering the underground seal again, but she didn't say anything. Perhaps what Ron did might bring great trouble to the creatures of the entire Twilight Continent, but this world ultimately needs people who dare to resist.

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

After a while, it was the familiar downward passage.

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

The bronze coffin was suspended on the huge altar, and it seemed that it relied on the huge chains to support its weight.

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

It seemed that the residual soul in the head of the last Dusk King in the coffin was a little excited, as if sensing the reappearance of Ron, the fellow countryman, and the coffin was also a little excited. With the surge of gray mist, the coffin also shook, and the chains wrapped around the coffin swayed with it, making a rattling sound.

Ron exhaled, and then strode towards the coffin.

In Christian's surprised eyes, Ron grabbed a chain as thick as his arm. Just as Ron put his finger on it, a dazzling light burst out from the chain instantly, and the strong repulsion seemed to prevent Ron's finger from getting close.

For a moment, the space around the chain became a little 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, Ron grabbed a chain directly when he came up. This scene still shocked Christian a little. She knew very well how terrible the power contained in these chains was.

In the past eight thousand years, some people have indeed tried to destroy the seal of the evil god of the Dawn Goddess Church, but those people's attacks just landed on it, and the surging power from the chain would instantly tear the person's body into pieces.

However, Ron didn't care so much. Although the energy emerging from the chain was terrifying, he could completely withstand it.

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

The indescribable power made Christian unable to bear it. He could only keep retreating. After pulling away far enough, the pressure on Christian finally decreased a little.

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

The next moment, Ron's arm suddenly exerted force, and the sleeves of his robe were directly shattered.

Then, this chain that had persisted for eight thousand years and had been suppressing the ancient bronze coffin was completely supported to the limit. With a crisp sound, Christian only felt that there seemed to be a spark flashing in front of him, and the whole chain broke instantly.

Without stopping at all, Ron's fingers stretched out to another 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.

Crack, crack, crack...

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

Not long after, all the shackles of destiny had been broken.

Then with a bang, Ron punched the lid of the coffin heavily. Unfortunately, the coffin lid could not bear Ron's strength at all and flew out directly.

No one knew what material the coffin lid was made of. Although it looked bronze on the surface, it was actually much denser than bronze. The coffin lid was also extremely heavy.

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

Christian felt that the ground under his feet shook violently.

On the stone wall, a big pit was smashed out by the lid of the ancient bronze coffin. The whole wall was full of dense cracks, as if it could collapse at any time.

But none of this mattered.

Just as the lid of the coffin was opened, a thick fog suddenly rolled up from the coffin.

The corners of Ron's mouth finally opened a crack. The time had finally come for the remains of the last Twilight King to be reassembled.

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