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

Chapter 137 Who is the clown? (3)

The young god's last scream and explosion almost caused serious injuries to everyone present.

Further away, there were some priests lying on the ground. Their hearts had been shattered the moment the impact hit them.

One body after another lay on the ground.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were wailing in pain.

Ron turned his attention to the location of the Young God Tree.

Then, his spirit trembled slightly, and most of his sluggish consciousness recovered in an instant.

The Tree of the Young God disappeared...but not completely.

At this moment, what appeared in the position of the Young God Tree was a strange thing that looked like a pollen tube.

Its top was cracked, and a layer of light pink, smoke-like stuff was slowly gushing out and spreading along the cracked top.

If you look carefully, you can even see countless densely packed tiny particles in that layer of smoke.

Like pollen, like... spores?

What it is?

Ron's body trembled violently. At this moment, he had a fear that his scalp was about to split.

At this moment, Ron understood the significance of the existence of the Tree of Young Gods.

Not only was He born for Himself, He was also born for reproduction...

He wants to bring back to this world the disasters that could not come to this world due to certain interference.

Not only Ron, but Gerald also noticed the existence of pollen tubes and those light pink spores. Perhaps he didn’t know as many things as Ron, but pure instinct also made Gerald Understand that these things are full of evil.

These spores cannot be allowed to scatter in the city. This problem must be solved before these spores disperse.

Holding the magic wand with one hand, Gerald raised his old body from the ground. He glanced around with slightly cloudy eyes. Some of the pink mist had dispersed, and a lot of it had floated to high altitudes.

Using fire to burn these things should be the easiest way.

However, judging from the extent of the spores spreading, the flames should be difficult to stop. Once any spores escape, it may cause a new round of disaster.

Gerald's hesitation did not last long. He quickly took out a small bottle that looked like it was carved from white jade from the storage ring.

Holy relic, a gift from Neptune!

The effect is similar to that of a storage ring, except that the capacity of the internal space is much larger.

Gerald's skinny fingers tapped lightly on the bottom of Neptune's gift bottle, and then he saw that his originally pale face had become uglier, and some dark brown stains were even beginning to appear on his body. plaque.

The next moment, a vortex suddenly appeared on the mouth of Neptune's gift bottle.

call……

All the dust in the air was attracted by this strong force and rushed towards Gerald's position.

At that moment, all the air in the huge area seemed to be robbed, and Ron even felt suffocated for several seconds.

Looking at the sky again, all the dust is gone.

The light pink mist emitted by the pollen tubes also disappeared completely.

After the last spores were absorbed, the drained pollen tubes completely lost their support and fell limply to the ground, turning into a puddle of putrid slime.

At this point, the Tree of Young God has finally been completely solved.

Gerald's body suddenly took two steps back, and he suddenly sat on the ground. He was panting heavily, and his arms were trembling. The magic wand that was originally light and fluffy in his hand was like a hard one at this moment. The iron rod was almost too hard for him to pick up.

Neptune's gift...

Like almost all holy relics in the Twilight Continent, these existences cannot provide the holder with a strong increase in combat power, but they can exert quite good effects in some aspects.

For example, Vice-Pope Apu has a magic mirror in his hand, through which he can peer into scenes far away.

Neptune's gift has a large internal space, but it is not as convenient as a storage ring. It is generally used to store large amounts of water, alleviate droughts, and prevent floods. Gerald also did not expect that he could actually store Neptune's gift. Gifts are used at this time.

Although the sacrifice was huge and his body was stretched to the limit, even breathing was very laborious for Gerald, but the old man seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

He picked up a magic scroll and threw it on himself. His broken ear slowly recovered. Although his hearing would inevitably be damaged, he even looked in the direction of Ron, far more wrinkled than ever before. His face looked in the direction of Ron: "Brother Ron..."

The voice was extremely hoarse.

My throat seemed to have cracked.

"It seems that the future predicted by the prophet is not so accurate. You see... we won!"    "We saved Larnaca!"

"We changed our destiny!"

Ron smiled bitterly.

Old man, now is not the time to be complacent and show off. Pretending to be showy at this time can easily lead to problems.

"Ah, no... Gerald, you are wrong... No one can change fate!"

Sure enough, before Ron could even speak, a truly proud voice slowly came out from the ruins of the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

"You, me, him...everything in the world is just an ant following the path of destiny."

The familiar voice made Gerald stunned. He looked in the direction of the sound, and then his eyes widened.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying, and his body even began to tremble convulsively.

His saggy face was twisted into a ball, and there was a gasping sound like a bellows in his throat: "How... how is it possible?"

"How could it be...you?"

Ron's gaze also looked in the direction of the ruins, and sure enough, it was a familiar figure.

Father Abraham.

He was as usual, still stooped, with white beard and hair.

But his voice was filled with an unusual lightness and pride, and the gazes he looked at Gerald, Virgil, and Ron were as if they were looking at clowns.

He had endured it for too long, and he couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasure of release.

Under the shocked gazes of Gerald, Irelia, Cecilia and many other priests, Father Abraham slowly straightened up, and his originally stooped figure suddenly became taller.

The wrinkles that were originally crisscrossing the face like ravines were quickly smoothed away.

The long, pale hair gradually became dazzlingly golden.

The cloudy eyes also became clear and translucent.

In just a few seconds, old Father Abraham seemed to have suddenly become dozens of years younger.

The aura on his body also became stronger and stronger. From the beginning, he was an ordinary old priest, and gradually turned into a transcendent, a disaster-level master, and a man on the verge of legend, as powerful as the Tree of Young Gods. By.

He opened his hands as if embracing the invisible destiny.

His face was full of intoxication and satisfaction, like a gangster who finally stepped out from behind the scenes and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the success of his plan.

Watching the chess pieces controlled by him, struggling with all their strength under his arrangements, and when they finally thought they had succeeded and won, they pushed the other side into the darkest abyss, that kind of excitement and pleasure , will make him taste the supreme satisfaction.

He was even more obsessed with it than the nun's beautiful body.

Now, the Tree of the Young God has been destroyed, but the seeds are still there.

Gerald, Virgil, Ron, Cecilia...except for Serafina who was not present, all were seriously injured. This was the time for him to pick the fruits of victory.

However, Abraham was in no hurry.

He wanted to taste this pleasure more. After all, this opportunity was too rare. It would be a waste not to enjoy it more.

He was not tall, but he had a lofty attitude, looking down on the world. Abraham looked at everyone condescendingly, like a true preacher:

"You won, but not completely!"

"You think you have defeated the Tree of the Young God and eliminated the disaster in Larnaca, but you don't know that all this is an arrangement of fate."

"You seem to hate me... Oh, don't hate me. Maybe, in your eyes, I am a bad guy, but in fact, in my eyes, you disobedient people are the real villains."

"I hate you disobedients the most. Why don't you follow the arrangements of fate? It is a great honor to die quietly under the guidance of fate, but you still have to shout there every day. My destiny is not up to me."

"You think you are resisting fate, but you don't know that you are just a miserable clown."

puff!

This sentence made Ron unable to hold back and laughed out loud.

Who is the clown?

　Here comes the third chapter, there will be more later.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)