As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 101 The Witch’s Fear (Eight Thousand)

Why, as a witch, would Lydia wear such a mask?

Looking carefully, Ron discovered that Lidya's outfit was inexplicably similar to the girl in the coffin, the same black gothic dress, the same petite body, the same flat...

Ahem, in short, if Lydia was lying on the ground now, Ron would even have the illusion that the mysterious girl in the coffin suddenly ran out of the soul boat.

What is the relationship between her and the girl in black in the coffin of the Soul Crossing Boat?

Ron wanted to ask, but now was obviously not the time.

Under the moonlight, the witch's aura is growing stronger.

There seemed to be pairs of transparent eyes around her body, and indescribable faces, like countless ghosts, constantly rotating around Lidya.

Densely packed, like women's arms and palms, they are quickly emerging from the shadow of the ground with Lidya's position as the center, squirming, supporting, and wrapping around Lidya's body, floating in the air, and you can see at a glance , it just makes people’s scalp numb.

The slender fingers all have sharp nails, as if they are trying to grasp something.

Seeing Lidya's appearance, Vera's expression changed instantly: "Lidya, don't..."

Vera's body rushed towards Lidya, trying to stop her, just like she had tried to stop Ron from killing Melville. She had already lost a brother and didn't want to see another brother die in front of her. .

However, it is very tragic that Vera is just a woman and is not valued by the family like Melville. She does not have countless magic potions to assist her practice. Everything can only rely on her own efforts. And her talent can only be said to be pretty good. At this age, disaster-level strength is already considered good, but it is not enough to face a witch like Lydia.

And she didn't have a very bright mind. If Saint Kaya hadn't secretly told her, she wouldn't even have known about Ron's assassination.

She didn't know how to stop Lidya, the only way she could think of was to rush forward.

But several arms spread over Vera at a faster speed, directly entangled Vera's body, dragged her behind, and even blocked her mouth. No matter how Vera struggled, it was useless. Those translucent arms, Demonstrated tenacity beyond imagination.

Lidya's body also quickly became illusory, hazy, like a pure light and shadow. She suddenly opened her mouth, and a sharp neigh suddenly came from her lips that had turned pale at some point.

That sound was extremely penetrating and extremely sharp. It was simply not a sound that a normal human being could make.

hum!

Ron's head suddenly felt dizzy, and his body seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer. His head was buzzing, and the sharp sound was like a long-lasting wave that kept echoing.

His nostrils were hot, and two streams of bright red blood flowed down the top of his lips and rolled into his mouth, smelling fishy and salty.

With his body swaying, Ron quickly added all the 500 free attribute points he had just obtained to his mind, and the confusion and severe pain in his mind suddenly eased a lot.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that Charlene in front of him was also swaying slightly, and her face was extremely pale, but she was still much better than him.

Although Vera tried to stop Lidya, Lidya still provided shelter for Vera, and she was not affected by the scream.

As for Dolores further back.

The princess was not affected at all.

As the only normal princess in the entire Holt family, even if Holt 474 occasionally suspects that this is not his daughter, there is absolutely nothing to say about her treatment.

Dolores's strength may not be the best among everyone present, but she definitely has the most treasures.

On the slender finger, a silver-white ring spread out circles of soft white light, surrounding Dolores' body. Lydia's scream was completely isolated and failed to cause any harm to Dolores. In terms of damage, it would be better to say that the princess didn't even move from beginning to end.

Of course, this scream was far more than just a mental shock.

creak creak...

As soon as the screams ended, a scalp-numbing sound, like bone friction, began to penetrate the ears.

Ron lowered his head, his throat squirming uncontrollably, and he desperately swallowed the drool that was growing in his mouth. Although Ron had already known how weird Lidya's ability was, it was still terrifying to see it with his own eyes. , on the ground in front of him, there was originally only a human pig, Melville... No, it was not even a human pig. After all, the human pig had a head, and Melville's head was smashed.

He only had one torso left, but at this moment, this torso, which had long since lost its heartbeat, actually began to squirm on the ground in a very strange way.

He seemed to be trying to get up, but without limbs, he couldn't even get up. He looked like a giant round flesh worm.

Immediately afterwards, creaking and rustling sounds began to come from all around.

A black shadow first appeared in front of everyone, and it was a secret guard in brocade clothes.

His chest had been penetrated, and there was no heart at all inside the bowl-like hole. He was obviously dead long ago.

But at this moment, he moved his stiff body and walked towards this side step by step.

The eyes were wide and gray, without any normal color at all.

More and more figures appeared.

laugh!

On the ground not far in front of Ron, a pale claw suddenly emerged from the ground.

In this large area of ​​land, it is unknown how many people have died and how many dead bones have been buried over thousands of years. In a short period of time, Ron could already see large areas of pale skeletons with dirt and leaves hanging on their bodies.

The skull's eye sockets were flashing with a strange, scarlet light.

Wherever Lidya's voice went, she was within the summoning range.

In a short period of time, exaggerated undead legions have been formed.

The so-called witch is more like a necromancer. In fact, Lydia is the necromancer.

Charlene retreated quietly and stayed by Ron's side.

On both sides of Lidya, two tall knights with a height of more than two meters suddenly appeared. They were wearing black full-body armor and holding two-handed broadswords that were difficult for normal people to wield. Through the gaps in the visors, one could peek inside. A stiff and twisted face, and a scarlet light like a flame.

Death Knight!

High-level death creature.

A warrior whose destructive power is not lower than that of a hero.

With these two undead knights, Charlene knew that she had no chance of getting close to Lidya.

Even if she walked through the underground and made a sneak attack, Lidya was still floating in the air, and the indescribable faces, eyes and arms surrounding Lidya made it impossible for her to get close.

Charlene's scalp was numb, and she could only feel a layer of dense beads of sweat on the palm of her hand that was holding the dagger tightly. This was an enemy she had never faced before.

The surrounding area has been sealed off, and Lidya seems to have a winning chance.

She turned sideways, glanced at Dolores and Charlene, and finally landed on Ron: "You don't think that just a heroic assassin and a heroic magic warrior can stop me, do you?"

As a witch, Lydia has the confidence to suppress two heroes at the same time!

puff!

Before Ron could speak, Dolores next to her seemed to have heard some funny joke, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She was really curious about where this so-called witch got the courage to show off like this in a foreign country and in front of a princess like her.

Several fingers had been raised, and Dolores was about to give an order, but suddenly stopped because she found that Ron, who had been standing quietly in place, suddenly moved.

Everything that happened tonight, hunting down the armored guards and executioners, subduing the assassins of the Eternal Freedom Sect, leading Melville and the Inquisitor of Hell to hunt each other, Ron was like a quiet chess player, guiding the chess game direction.

She really wanted to see what kind of surprises her lover could bring her.

"Master?" Charlene looked at Ron who was looking over her at a loss, and said in surprise.

"It's okay..." Ron's voice was as calm as ever: "It's okay, Charlene, just look at me..." He originally wanted to say that you look at me for showing off, but this sentence somewhat damaged his image, so he changed his words temporarily. . If it were other witches, Ron might be a little scared, but when it comes to Lydia, he is not afraid at all!

Ron would never forget how many strategies he had made and how many times he had honed his techniques in order to kill Lydia, who had become a BOSS. It was imprinted on his bones and melted into his soul.

As he spoke, Ron held the ironwood staff and walked towards Lydia opposite.

Lidya frowned slightly, she didn't expect that at this time, Ron could still be so calm.

It was as if her belief had been challenged, and Lydia couldn't bear it. She took a deep breath, waved her hand, and densely packed pale skeletons surrounded Ron.

"Yes, kill him, kill him, kill him..." In the undead crystal, Melville's soul was howling crazily.

He was already dead, but even if there was only one soul left, he would still see Ron's blood spurting out with his rotten eyes.

Ron must die, must die... This is the obsession imprinted in the deepest part of Melville's soul.

call……

Ron's body began to spin, and the ironwood staff swept across the surroundings.

Blade storm!

Crackling!

The sound of bones breaking connected in a line.

A blunt weapon like the Ironwood Staff... ah no, it's a magic staff, coupled with the ability to spin around like Blade Storm, is the most suitable for dealing with this group of skeletons.

It was a large area in one sweep, and the heaviness of the iron-wood staff, coupled with Ron's own strength, made these skeletons as vulnerable as tofu in front of Ron.

As long as it is touched even slightly, it will be instantly shattered.

Ron's speed towards Lydia didn't even slow down at all. The ground was covered with a layer of pale bone fragments, and the soles of his feet stepped on it, making a crunching sound.

Just relying on the skeleton, not to mention taking down Ron, could not even stop Ron. Lydia frowned slightly and muttered something.

Following Lydia's instructions, an undead knight suddenly let out a dull roar. He strode forward and was close to Ron. The broad sword in his hand struck Ron's neck heavily.

The skeleton blocking the front was directly shattered into pieces by the sword's edge.

The sharp edge ripped towards Ron's throat with a swipe.

Infinitely powerful and as fast as the wind.

Where the sword blade tore past, the space in front of him was like glass divided into two layers.

At this moment, Charlene involuntarily clenched her little hand, and even Dolores stood up straight involuntarily.

There was a slight fluctuation coming from the side, and it seemed that Ron was preparing to rescue him in case Ron could not block this attack.

But compared to the tension of Charlene and Delores, Ron's calmness remained unchanged. He didn't even look at the undead knight. He just paused suddenly, and immediately took a small step back.

Just a small step, twenty centimeters at most.

shuh...

The sword light spitting out from the sword edge tore in front of Ron's throat. It was less than ten centimeters away from Ron's neck, but it failed to cause any harm to Ron.

Lidya was slightly startled. Is this a coincidence?

Before Lydia could figure out what was going on, Ron, who had just avoided a sweep by the Death Knight, moved half a step to the side.

boom……

The broad sword in the hand of the Death Knight slashed down heavily, grazing Ron's body as he fell, creating a long gap on the ground.

Ron's movements didn't pause at all, but he was neither hasty nor slow. As soon as he avoided the vertical attack of the undead knight, the ironwood staff was already standing beside him.

when!

The melodious sound swayed in the night sky.

The Necromancer Knight's next slant move was blocked by Ron in advance.

Gudong.

Lidya swallowed.

This is no coincidence.

She had just refined this undead knight, and the combat program had just been set up. No one except her knew how this death knight fought.

But Ron knows!

He knew every step of the Necromancer Knight's attack in advance, knew at what distance the Necromancer Knight's sword would stop, and even knew how far the sword energy breathed from the sword's edge would tear apart.

Seeing the battle between Ron and the Death Knight, Charlene and Dolores both opened their mouths slightly. Ron could not feel any anger at all, as if he was not fighting, but more like dancing an elegant song. The gentlemen's dance, set off by the grumpy and gloomy undead knight, actually has a different kind of beauty.

Even Melville's soul froze in the Necromantic Crystal that was placed in Ron's pocket.

when!when!when!

The sound of metal colliding echoed in the air.

In a short period of time, Ron and the Death Knight had fought for countless rounds.

He even waved his hand when he had time and glanced at Lydia who was in mid-air with a shocked face: "The Necronomicon is really a waste in your hands."

In mid-air, Lidya's body trembled violently, and her scarlet eyes widened.

While leisurely dodging the next attack of the Necromancer Knight, Ron's voice never stopped: "Why do you need to refine the Necromancer Knight? This kind of clumsy thing is not suitable for a witch like you. In comparison, the Necromancer The Undead Killer recorded on page 17 of the book, and the Death Shield recorded on page 29 are obviously more suitable for you."

In an instant, Lidya's scalp was about to explode.

He even knows the Necronomicon... He even knows what is recorded on every page of the Necronomicon.

The Necronomicon, but she found it from a tomb that had been buried underground and had never been opened. She is the only one who knows the contents of the Necronomicon in thousands of years, right?

A prophet, he really was a prophet.

But even if you are a prophet, you can predict some major events in the future, such as the appearance of the Twilight Temple and the demise of the Dragon Clan. This is already an incredible achievement.

But I have never heard of anyone who can control the future to such an extent. The Necromancer Knight's attack steps, the distance the sword energy spreads, and the content recorded on every page of the Necronomicon Book, no matter how small things are, are all under control.

Lidya's scalp was numb.

She thought of a word:

Omniscient and Almighty!

The omniscient and omnipotent, not the prophet.

is God!

Spang Theocracy, what kind of existence did it provoke this time?

　The second chapter has 4,000 words, and the current update has almost 9,000 words.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)