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

Chapter 141 Ron deserves to die (please vote)

Elsa floated out from Ron's body, staring quietly at everything below.

Originally, she didn't need to talk much.

However, Ron's condition worried her.

……

Live well with my heart.

Ron murmured softly, and then placed the heart he had just dug out into Serafina's chest.

The heart had just been put in, and the blood vessels on it had already begun to squirm on their own, looking for a place to connect. Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the scene.

Could it be that we are really a monster?

Soon, Serafina's broken blood vessel was found and connected by itself. A layer of granulation sprouted on the damaged piece of flesh near the heart, and the internal wound began to heal gradually.

What does this mean? Is his heart the flesh of Tang Monk?

Ron let out a long breath, and finally turned around. His not-so-wide upper body just blocked Serafina's chest and blocked Anthony's sight.

He is not dead... His heart was obviously dug out by himself, and he is not a being with the strength of Serafina, but not only is he not dead, he is even alive and well... At least, for a short time.

Looking at the old man whom he had only met once, some clues connected in Ron's mind.

Legendary master.

In little Larnaca, it has the power to suppress everything.

He is the steward of the Marquis of York's Mansion. Even if he and Virgil investigate, it will be difficult to investigate the Marquis' Mansion and the City Lord's Mansion.

Perhaps, he also took over the task of keeping an eye on Serafina, the eldest lady, from the Marquis of York at the same time, and could easily learn through Serafina what he, the prophet, had done and what his plans were.

It was really hidden deep enough, and it didn’t pop out until this moment.

Butler Anthony didn't notice the changes in Serafina's body behind him. He just looked at Ron quietly. He dug out the heart and put it into Serafina's chest. Anthony was a little shocked, even though he saw Get up, this makes no sense.

"You are really a nice guy. If you had married the eldest lady thirteen years ago, I would definitely not have opposed you like I did against Snow. This guy is pretty good to the eldest lady."

"It's a pity that you are all destined to die... Those who should not live must die."

Anthony said quietly.

Then, he waved his hand gently, and an invisible barrier appeared around himself, Ron, and Serafina's bodies.

boom……

scoff!

A stream of sparks exploded on the barrier.

The sharp dagger could not break through this blockade, and Charlene's body was even bounced back.

The blood knife kept slashing at the barrier, but every time it was blocked by the barrier, Cecilia's face became twisted like a fierce ghost.

Even if Lydia, Virgil and Irelia were added, they could not break through this layer of blockade.

The gap between the legendary and heroic levels is really too big, to the point of despair. How many masters at the peak of the heroic level are needed to deal with a one-star legendary being?

Ten?

Twenty?

Even if Archbishop Gerald joined in, nothing would change.

The cage that sealed Ron and Serafina in front of them was so strong that it was hopelessly strong.

Anthony didn't pay attention to those around him who were trying to break through the barrier. In his opinion, it was just the desperate and ridiculous struggle of a few humble insects.

Ron spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled, and his consciousness began to blur.

Ron knew that even if he was a monster, he wouldn't be able to survive for long without his heart. He wasn't that powerful yet.

Ron only hoped that before his consciousness sank in, he could get as much confidential information from Anthony's mouth as possible.

Perhaps, seeing that he was about to die, this guy would not hesitate to teach him?

After all, a bastard like this talks a lot.

They all have a strong desire to express themselves, especially when they have been suppressed for a long time.

"What's your name?" Ron asked, taking a slight breath. He found that he couldn't breathe.

"Anthony York..." Anthony said slowly: "However, this is the name given to me by my old boss, Serafina's father... After all, my original identity is a slave. As a slave, I cannot have My old club named me after my own surname."

As expected, Anthony's desire for expression has been fully aroused.

"For ordinary slaves, or civilians, this should be a great honor. After all, the surname of a nobleman represents nobility... However, compared to my original, real surname, the word "York" is too big. Too humble.”

Ron cooperated and made a compliment. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, what was your original last name?"

"Andre." Anthony smiled slightly, his chin raised involuntarily: "Anthony Andre, this is my original name."

"A descendant of the blasphemous family?"

Anthony's eyes instantly turned gloomy: "It seems that you know a lot?"

"I only know what I know..." Ron blinked and said, "Archibald, isn't this joke passed down in the Andre family? It's actually very interesting. Who said this famous quote? Monitor, I still like it very much, especially when it’s in cat form, it’s very sexy.”

Unfortunately, Anthony's expression only became more and more gloomy, and he was even a little confused. He had no idea what Ron was talking about.

"It's a pity that I don't understand this plot. I'm very curious, what happened to Archibald and the Andre family in the end?" Ron continued: "Speaking of which, the Blasphemer can be regarded as the Sister Terminator, right? , this guy robbed so many nuns and gave birth to so many children, why is there no news yet..."

Anthony's eyes drooped: "I said, all life that should not exist in this world must die." In one sentence, the answer has been given.

There is no doubt that after Archibald was struck by lightning, his children were probably hunted down by the Andre family.

However, Ron really couldn't imagine that Archibald would just sit back and ignore this situation unless he was really dead...

After all, judging from the descriptions and diary entries throughout Deathly Flying Gun, Archibald was very doting on his children, especially girls.

"Patridge, why did you change your last name from Abraham to Andre?" Ron asked again.

"Because, in the arrangement of fate, the glory of the saints only belongs to the Andre family. This is the reward of the Andre family for maintaining destiny for thousands of years. Except for people from the Andre family, no one else is qualified to become a saint. "Anthony said proudly.

Then, the expression on his face was slightly contemptuous: "He married into the Andre family and married my ancestor, Sally Andre."

That was Archibald's sister.

Sure enough, considering that he was about to die, this guy knew everything.

Such bad showmanship.

Moreover, judging from Anthony's attitude, he seems to be quite contemptuous of Partridge. From this point of view, he should not be a descendant of Partridge. He does not belong to the same branch as the Andre family in the kingdom now. They They may have the same goals, but the relationship doesn't seem to be very good.

"Where's Partridge? Don't try to lie to me. I know he's not dead yet."

Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't answer the question. It seemed that this guy hadn't been overwhelmed by the desire to express himself, so damn his sense.

"Okay, let me change the question. In fact, I am very curious about why the Andre family didn't directly kill Partridge and take away the two texts left by the blasphemer. In this case, the sage He can still be born from the Andre family, and moreover, he is the genuine Andre bloodline, not a son-in-law."

Anthony's lips trembled slightly: "He burned the original..."

clever!

They completely ignored the shouts and attacks outside the barrier, just like two old friends, chatting casually.

However, this seemingly warm scene basically ended here. Anthony seemed to feel that he could not waste too much time on Ron. He raised his feet and walked towards Ron: "I have already answered you too many questions." Problem, it’s time to send you on your way.”

"Hey, wait a minute, I have one last question..."

Anthony frowned and sighed, but finally stopped: "Just ask."

Very easy to talk to.

"Why did you show up now?"

"Before, when the Great Saint Christian was here, why didn't you come out? Was it because you couldn't beat the Great Saint?" Ron asked, blinking.

hiss.

Anthony gasped sharply.

My body even trembled. This damn little bastard, his words were like stabbing into the lungs. If I could beat Christian, would he still have to endure it until now?

Little bastard.

Anthony didn't answer, but he already had the answer in his heart.

"Why? You can't figure out why He doesn't arrange other existences with stronger strength... Ah, you should know who I am referring to... If you really don't know, then you can only say that you are Your Andre family is just a pawn."

"Is it because he can control the existence at will, and the limit of his strength is just entering the legendary level? Just like you."

"Can other more powerful beings be able to go against His will to a certain extent, or can He only control them when he pays some price?"

"Of course, could it be that the Blasphemer has done something, for example, slaughtered almost all the legendary, destructive, and even mythical masters he could control? As a result, talents actually appeared under his command. shortage situation.”

"He can't directly interfere with this world, so he can only go around through all kinds of twists and turns?"

"When He arranges to eradicate...well, the disobedient, is it based on the disobedient's strength? He will arrange tools that are stronger than the disobedient and can basically kill the disobedient stably, but We would not directly arrange a legendary tool for a guy who is in an extraordinary realm and is not much better than an ordinary person... After all, this is a serious waste of resources..."

"Then, after repeated failures, the arrangement tools become more and more powerful? It is really a mechanized management method."

Ron asked several questions in succession. To be honest, Ron really wanted to keep the Great Saint here, but if so, the repairman might arrange a more powerful existence to destroy him.

Therefore, Ron could only choose fraud.

He didn't know which was the correct answer.

It's possible.

He saw Anthony's expression changing constantly. It was in those eyes that fear appeared for the first time.

"You deserve to die..." Anthony said.

[Beep, the system prompts that the God of Plague and Disaster is trying to interfere with the world...]

[Beep, the system prompts that the repairman prevented the God of Plague and Disaster from intervening in the world...]

[Beep, the system prompts that the God of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere with the world again...]

Ron's ears heard Elsa's voice again, and three times in a row.

This evil god who had made some kind of deal with the blasphemer Archibald finally took action. As expected, he even sent a prayer before going to the church!

Moreover, this guy also hired help.

God of plague and disaster, who is this?

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