Chapter 653 The Repairman's Black Hand (Five Thousand)

Boom... Crack.

The third thunder appeared.

Ron's performance was the same as before. He was like a madman, completely ignoring the destructive power of the third thunder and rushed towards it.

Even though Ron had swallowed two waves of thunder before, Philomena's heart couldn't help but be pulled together when she saw this scene.

Philomena could certainly see that the destructive power of this thunder was far more powerful than the second one.

With her own strength, if she didn't use defensive magic, or defensive equipment, or even defensive relics, she would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

However, looking at Ron's appearance, it seemed that he was going to eat the third thunder?

Is this guy really crazy?

Could it be that he really couldn't feel what kind of energy was contained in the third thunder?

Just when Philomena had this thought in her mind, the third thunder had exploded on Ron.

The sound was earth-shattering.

Ron wanted to swallow the thunder in one gulp like before.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

The energy contained in the thunder this time was too exaggerated. Even if Ron opened his mouth to the extreme, he couldn't swallow the thunder in one gulp. Ron swallowed only three-quarters of the thunder, but one-quarter of the thunder remained outside.

These thunders exploded on Ron's body.

Accompanied by a violent roar, the robe on the surface of Ron's body could not withstand this power filled with destructive breath, and instantly turned into fine dust.

Pieces of blood and minced meat flew across Ron's body.

Ron's body was blown out with blood marks.

His tall body could not withstand such an impact at all, and his whole body fell rapidly like a meteor.

In less than a second, with a bang, Ron's body fell heavily on the top of the mountain.

Philomena stumbled and almost fell. The impact was probably more exaggerated than an earthquake.

That was not all. The hilltop where Ron was originally located could not withstand such a force and collapsed in an instant. Large and small pieces of rocks fell down. The mountain peak, which was originally a thousand meters high, was cut down by more than a hundred meters.

Ron ignored his injuries and quickly got up from the ground. Without wasting even a second, he quickly began to digest the energy he had just absorbed.

Three thunders passed.

When seeing this scene, Philomena couldn't help but exhale heavily, and a somewhat morbid blush appeared on her pale face uncontrollably.

It passed, it really passed.

Although Philomena had been praying for Ron in her heart, and she had always believed in Ron's strength, she really didn't expect that Ron would pass through the thunder so easily. All three thunders were eaten by Ron, and then the difficulties were passed smoothly?

Although this scene was clearly played out in front of her eyes, Philomena still felt a little confused and always felt unbelievable.

After several seconds, Philomena seemed to finally accept this reality. A gentle smile like a flower bloomed on her face. She was very happy and happy that Ron could survive this dangerous and difficult time.

There were only three thunders.

Although Philomena had not experienced the baptism of thunders.

But Philomena knew about the big commotion in the Elf Forest before.

Seeing Ron's tribulation so smoothly, Philomena was happy, and at the same time, she felt that the fear of thunder in her heart seemed to have dissipated a lot invisibly.

She looked at Ron silently, letting time pass by, watching the arc flashing on Ron's body. Although Ron looked bruised and battered now, Philomena knew very well that this little injury was nothing to a master of Ron's level, and it would not take long for it to heal completely.

Just as Philomena estimated, in just a few tens of seconds, the wounds on Ron's body disappeared without any trace.

It's easy to recover from wounds, but it's difficult to digest the energy in the thunder.

However, perhaps because his body has been tempered by thunder twice, Ron's body digests the energy of thunder much faster. In less than two quarters of an hour, Ron slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

He stood tall.

Although he was not wearing any clothes, his appearance did not seem out of control, but rather revealed a kind of majesty that could not be desecrated.

His whole body was like bronze, shining with a metallic luster.

Just by looking at it, you can roughly guess that Ron's current physical strength must be unprecedented.

I'm afraid that on the Dusk Continent, it's hard for anything to cause damage to Ron's body. Ron even feels that if he uses the Dragon God's Advent now, he will definitely not be as miserable as he was seven years ago.

Philomena's eyes also brightened. She was like a happy little bird, opening her arms and flying towards Ron.

But at this moment, Ron's face suddenly changed. He waved at Philomena and shouted sternly: "Philomena, go back."

"Don't get close to here."

The deep voice was full of depression.

Philomena subconsciously braked in mid-air, staring at Ron with some doubt in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why Ron would stop her from getting closer.

Now, hasn't the thunder passed?

Could there be any more accidents?

As she was thinking, Philomena saw that Ron's eyes were not looking at her. His face looked very solemn, and his eyes were just staring at the sky above his head. Following Ron's line of sight, Philomena's pupils also shrank suddenly.

Only to see that the three thunders had passed, but the dark clouds above Ron's head were still there and did not dissipate.

No, not only did it not dissipate, the dark clouds looked even thicker than before.

That feeling was very strange. If the dark clouds before were as black as ink, then the dark clouds now were pure black, as if even the light around was absorbed by the dark clouds, and the whole world went directly from noon to midnight.

When seeing this dark cloud, Philomena even felt that her sight, her gaze, and even her soul seemed to be out of control, and she was about to fall into this absolute darkness.

The indescribable fear made Philomena's soul tremble constantly.

She even felt that her soul was about to break free from the shackles of her body and immerse herself in the endless darkness.

Buzz.

At this moment, a mercury lamp appeared above Philomena's head without being manipulated by Philomena. The mercury lamp was shining, and the soft light enveloped Philomena's body.

The coldness that had almost swallowed Philomena's body, the moment the light of the mercury lamp enveloped her, immediately faded away like ice and snow, and even Philomena's restless soul returned to tranquility.

Philomena's mood gradually calmed down. She took a deep breath and looked at the dark clouds again. This time, Philomena's perception was clearer. She could actually feel extreme anger from the dark clouds.

Philomena was shocked to clearly feel human emotions from a dark cloud.

Philomena was shocked, and Ron's face was even more solemn.

His speculation was confirmed at this time. The sky thunder was indeed manipulated by the repairman behind the scenes.

The repairman was making things difficult for himself.

Just from this small shoe, it can be seen that he is definitely the most hated object of the repairman among the heretics on the Dusk Continent.

In order to protect the lives on the Dusk Continent, the first generation Dusk King evolved the rules with his own soul and power. This rule can be said to be the barrier of the Dusk Continent, or the way of the Dusk Continent.

But it is obvious that this rule is not perfect.

In other words, the first generation Dusk King was no longer able to create the rules perfectly under the circumstances at that time.

There are some loopholes in the rules, and some loopholes have been noticed by the administrators in the heavens.

They used these loopholes to set up different hardships for the lives on the Dusk Continent, such as the Fate Shackles, the Seven-fold Illusion, and now the Sky Thunder.

The most desired goal of the administrators of the heavens must be to destroy all the creatures on the Dusk Continent, but because of the restrictions of the rules, they can't do this, so they can only settle for the second best and limit the strength of the strong on the Dusk Continent in this way.

From this point of view, the administrator is undoubtedly successful, and very successful.

The layers of restrictions such as the Fate Shackles and the Sky Thunder have severely blocked the upward space of intelligent life on the Dusk Continent.

Over the years, how many geniuses on the Dusk Continent have been limited to the peak of the Legendary Level and can no longer make any progress.

How many masters, when trying to break through the Destruction Realm, are forever trapped in the Seven-fold Illusion and cannot be reborn.

Even if someone occasionally breaks through the blockade of the Seven-fold Illusion and the Fate Shackles, they will be wiped out under the rolling Sky Thunder.

At least, since the death of the last Dusk King and the fall of the Dusk Dynasty 8,000 years ago, there has only been one person who can withstand the thunder of heaven, surpass the demigod, and become a true god, and that is... Archibald the Blasphemer.

And 8,000 years ago, when the Dusk Dynasty still existed, it can be said that there were many masters.

Of course, these loopholes are not used by the administrators for nothing. If the administrators want to use the loopholes to impose shackles on the lives of the Dusk Continent, they must pay a corresponding price, such as giving some rewards to those who successfully break through the shackles.

It is for this reason that Ron, Philomena and others can successfully master the power of some laws after entering the Destruction Realm.

It is said to be a loophole, but it is more like a special transaction.

After all, according to Zhou Yang, during the Dusk Dynasty, although many beings could easily break through to the Destruction Realm in terms of realm, it was almost impossible for the practitioners in the Destruction Realm at that time to master the power of the laws.

Only when you reach the Demigod Realm can you vaguely sense the existence of the laws. If you want to completely control the laws, only the practitioners in the God Realm can do it.

Nowadays, all practitioners in the Destruction Realm can master at least one law, which is very likely a condition for the administrator to set restrictions.

This also directly led to a sharp decrease in the number of top masters on the Dusk Continent, but the few practitioners who entered the Destruction Realm and the Demigod Realm were much more powerful than the practitioners of the same realm eight thousand years ago.

A few thoughts flashed through Ron's mind quickly, and then a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind, and an idea grew uncontrollably in Ron's heart.

Could it be intentional?

Could the loophole in the law be left by the first generation of Dusk King on purpose?

Perhaps the first generation of Dusk King knew very well that with his death, it would be difficult for the huge Dusk Continent to produce an existence that could compete with the administrators. No matter how many secondary masters there were, they would be as vulnerable as a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of those administrators.

So, the first generation of Dusk King wanted to use this method to create some real top masters to fight against the administrators?

If so, then the mind of the first generation of Dusk King was too terrible. He could even design things thousands and tens of thousands of years later.

Perhaps in the minds of those administrators, they took advantage of the loopholes left by the first generation of Dusk King accidentally, but the actual situation was that the first generation of Dusk King was using them to create a force that could compete with the administrators.

I always felt that I was going to accidentally spy on some secrets again. Invisible pressure enveloped Ron's heart. He couldn't help but breathe violently, and a layer of dense sweat beads oozed out of his forehead, and his face was pale.

His body trembled slightly in mid-air.

As a means for administrators to limit the top strength of the Dusk Continent, the sky thunder is very operational to some extent.

The administrator who controls the sky thunder may also be able to control the number of sky thunders. The minimum number is three sky thunders. As for the maximum number, Ron is not clear, but it must have an upper limit.

Heferson is also a thorn in the eyes of the repairman, but the repairman only descended three sky thunders.

Maybe the repairman wants to kill Heferson, but the repairman should not want to completely anger the source of all evil behind Heferson.

Once the source of all evil wakes up, it may also be a trouble for the heaven.

Similarly, I am afraid that the repairman is also worried that Heferson has the help of the source of all evil. No matter how many sky thunders he descends, Heferson can easily pass through them. The more sky thunders he passes through, the more benefits Heferson can get, the stronger his strength will become, and it will become more difficult to kill Heferson.

But when facing himself, the repairman may no longer be timid.

The repairman will use all means at all costs to ensure that Ron will be wiped out by the thunder.

In a short time, Ron has thought of a lot of things.

Unfortunately, these are just Ron's speculations, and the current situation does not allow Ron to think at all.

In the sky, the anger of the dark clouds has reached its peak.

At this moment, the dark clouds suddenly shrank.

A flash of lightning appeared in the air out of thin air.

But this time, the situation has changed a little.

Originally, Ron thought that the fourth thunder would be more violent than the third thunder, but when the fourth thunder appeared, both Ron and Philomena could not help but be stunned for a moment, and a confused expression appeared on their faces subconsciously.

Only a dark red venomous snake was seen, like a meteor, quickly passing through the sky.

That's right, it's a venomous snake, a small venomous snake.

Maybe it's not that small, at least at first glance it's as thick as a child's arm, and it's a giant among poisonous snakes, but compared to the three thunderbolts before, it seems particularly small.

Not worth mentioning.

If you're not careful, it may even be ignored.

But, when Ron saw this inconspicuous dark red lightning, he immediately felt that his scalp was about to split, and his soul was trembling.

This is a power that can directly hurt the soul.

But, it is also the best way to temper your soul and body.

Ron's body was shaking constantly, and he was desperately suppressing the urge to use defensive magic deep in his heart. Seeing the thunderbolt coming down, Ron didn't dodge, nor did he open his mouth to try to swallow it.

He just opened his arms hard, as if he was going to hug something, to welcome the arrival of the thunderbolt.

Boom... Crack.

The next moment, the slender thunderbolt hit Ron heavily.

At that moment, the whole world almost fell into stillness.

This stillness only lasted for a short moment, and then the solidified space was broken, and the thunder fell on Ron's chest. Then the flesh and blood on Ron's chest were seen, as if they had suffered some kind of strong impact, and they were peeled off layer by layer.

The flesh, skin, and tendons flew in all directions under the invisible impact, revealing the curved ribs inside, and the heart that was beating violently.

The pale color, starting from the position of the chest, was spreading in both the upper and lower directions.

In a short time, Ron's whole body had turned into a white skeleton. Except for the heart, there was no more minced meat.

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