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

Chapter 299 How many years is a Kun year? (5)

Haha, evil god?

What a bullshit evil god.

The people suppressing him here are his seniors, his fellow villagers, and Zhou Yang's head.

Ron's fingers couldn't help but clenched tightly. Not only did he kill him, but he actually had to divide the body into seven parts and suppress them in the headquarters of the seven orthodox religions, where he would never be reincarnated?

Senior Archibald, is this the same ending?

If my strength reaches a certain level, will I have to face such a result?

Ron didn't know Zhou Yang, and he had never met or spoken to Zhou Yang at all. Apart from being a fellow countryman, there was no other relationship between them.

But even so, Ron still felt as if he was holding back a fire in his chest, unable to vent it, and feeling depressed and uncomfortable.

Ron walked towards the huge magic box step by step.

"Sir, be careful of the evil god's contamination..." Christian's slightly worried voice came from behind.

"The evil god..." Ron pursed his lips. After a few seconds passed, he took a deep breath and said, "Christian, do you know what is stored in the magic box?"

Ron didn't pay attention to Christian's shock, his eyes were still staring at the magic box in front of him, as if talking to himself, and as if telling Christian: "A person is very strong, so powerful that the gods can restrain their hands." people..."

I don't know if it was because of Ron's slightly depressed tone, but Christian felt goosebumps all over his body.

"No, the person imprisoned inside is a person..."

"Archibald the Blasphemer?"

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn has been passed down for thousands of years, and everyone knows that the evil god is suppressed there, but now Ron actually said that there is a person inside.

"To be precise, it's this person's head."

Christian said subconsciously, she could think of only these beings among humans that had transcended their limits, but soon, she shook her head, no, the time didn't match.

"Then, why is there still rebellion, and why is he still dead?"

"Who is it?"

Christian's eyes behind Ron suddenly shrank, and it was obvious that a wave of waves arose in her heart at this moment.

"Because this rebellion was an arrangement of fate, and he was destined to die at that moment."

Ron spoke slowly, with a calm and depressed tone. After a long time, he slowly turned to look at Christian: "Will you continue to try to break free from the shackles on your body?"

Ron sneered: "All the major races? In fact, among the major races at that time, there were far more supporters of the last Twilight King than those who rebelled... If it hadn't been for the fate of the gods, the Twilight Dynasty would have had no one in its position. It can shake.”

These two people both existed thousands of years ago, and this magic box had already appeared when the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was established.

"Isn't he the evil god?" Christian didn't know why Ron asked such a question that tested his IQ. She had said the word "evil god" more than once before.

"Sage Partridge?"

"No, it's not them, it's an earlier existence, that is... the last Twilight King. He eliminated the status of slaves of humans, elves, orcs, and dragons, and promoted the development of the world. Intelligent life on the Twilight Continent Under his command, the Dusk Continent reached unprecedented prosperity. At that time, the number of dragons exceeded one hundred thousand, and the number of humans exceeded two hundred million..."

The shock deep in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. A person who can be so powerful that the gods can restrain their hands? Is there really such a powerful being in this world?

And here, there is actually just a head?

Then the other parts of his body...could it be said that they are seals from other churches?

The smart Christian thought of this easily. He couldn't imagine how exaggerated the strength of this being was and that he deserved to be treated with such caution.

Christian was stunned for a moment and realized that the shackles in Ron's mouth were the presence she felt that afternoon. It was quite appropriate: "Yes!"

Ron murmured, Christie listened quietly, and the shock in her heart became stronger and stronger. Why, this was different from the history she had read. The last Twilight King was not a cruel, bloodthirsty, violent, and likes to kill. , a tyrant who feeds on babies?

Is there something wrong with Ron's description, or is there something wrong with the history she accepted?

Christian swallowed silently: "If that's the case, why is he still being surrounded and suppressed by all major races?"

"Then, congratulations. When you cut off the shackles, you may receive the same treatment."

Her face suddenly turned pale.

Indescribable fear made Christian's body tremble: "Could it be that it was because he cut off those shackles that he..."

"No, it's because I don't want a second him to appear, so those shackles appear!"

Ron shook his head, corrected the error in Christian's words, and then raised his head to the sky, although he could only see dark stones and soil above his head: "Some existences do not want the Twilight Continent to appear too powerful. existence, so He used those shackles to block the potential of all creatures in the Twilight Continent... The legendary nine stars are the limit we can reach." "So far, in the past eight thousand years, the only one who can break through this limit There are two persons, the blasphemer and the sage.”

Ron was not originally prepared to tell Christian so much, but as Christian's fate was gradually being rewritten, he would be targeted sooner or later. It would be better to tell Christian this so that he could prepare in advance.

After saying that, Ron left Christian alone, trembling all over because of what he said.

It will probably take Christian a long time to digest the content of these words.

Ron took the opportunity to walk to the front of the magic box.

very quiet.

The restlessness, roaring, roaring and erosion that Christian described was completely absent.

Silently, Ron raised his right hand and landed on the bronze magic box.

The tentacles are cold.

Other than that, there is no other special feeling.

There is no erosion, no so-called pollution, it is very quiet.

Slowly, Ron tried to intrude a ray of his spiritual consciousness.

This process is not easy. Although this magic box looks like bronze, it is actually unknown what material it is made of. It has a very powerful ability to isolate spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness wanders in the magic box, which seems particularly obscure and difficult, like walking through muddy water.

I don't know how long it took, but Ron felt that his eyes suddenly became empty, and a ray of spiritual consciousness suddenly entered a wide area.

It was like an extra universe with no visible borders.

It was surrounded by dense darkness without any luster. Only in the center of the space could a huge head be seen.

That head is like a small mountain.

So much so that Ron felt like he was about to turn into a dwarf.

Chains one after another, like giant pythons, passed through the skull and came out of the ears and eyes. The sticky blood was constantly falling along the places where the chains penetrated.

And just around the head, Ron could even feel the strong, mixed mist.

This head is still alive.

Although there was only one head left, and although it was still suppressed by the terrifying seal, Ron did feel the breath of life on this head.

Of course, for this huge head, it may not be a good thing that it still has the breath of life. At least the painful taste is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

Living may also be a punishment.

A punishment of eight thousand years in prison.

Just as Ron was staring at the head in front of him, the head in front of him seemed to feel something. His eyelids trembled, as if he suddenly came to life.

He wanted to open his eyes, but because his pupils were pierced by chains, Ron could clearly feel the two eyes falling on him.

"what?"

Not long after, a thunderous sound came from the huge lips, as if he didn't expect that someone else's consciousness could enter the magic box.

On an ordinary person, it might be just a slight, or even inaudible, movement, but to the head in front of him, the movement was not much different from a volcanic eruption.

Fortunately, his mouth was not pierced by the chains, so he could still speak.

After a short silence, the sound of the urn came again: "How many years is a Kun year?"

(End of this chapter)