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

Chapter 356 Swear in the name of the goddess of dawn (2)

hum!

The moment his fingertips touched the stone slab, Westerdenis only felt a buzz in his mind. Suddenly he seemed to hear the roar of some kind of landslide and earth-shattering, and there was wind and thunder surging in his ears.

His body trembled, and with a whoosh, West retracted his claws instantly.

His face was pale, without any blood.

Even his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Just after his fingertips left the stone slab, the sound that originally echoed in his ears gradually subsided, and was replaced by indescribable murmurs, as if some mysterious and strange existence was whispering something in his ears.

In an instant, West felt that the speed of blood flow in his body suddenly increased, and the blood vessels under the skin protruded, as if they might explode at any time, and there were even more unknown existences, squirming in the flesh and blood. There are even long strips of traces seeping out from the epidermis.

After several seconds passed, the abnormal changes in West's body finally calmed down. He gasped hard and looked at Ron's eyes. He looked like a mad dog and wanted to tear every piece of Ron's body away. The flesh and blood were torn off, stuffed into the mouth, and chewed into minced meat.

How can a dignified prophet be so shameless?

This was not the first time that this thought had appeared in West's mind.

But every time, West found that he seemed to have underestimated the shamelessness of this prophet.

Seeing that Ron accepted his Chaos Slate without any scruples, and even took out another piece from the storage ring, West could tell that Ron must have been immersed in the research of the Chaos Slate for some time. day.

West's teeth were itching with hatred, but now he could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart.

This damn bastard actually tempted himself to touch the Chaos Slate. This thing represented the evil god.

West gritted his teeth when he thought of these.

But the situation is stronger than the person. Facing a guy like Ron who plays cards completely irrationally, West has no choice at all.

"As long as you help me complete the matter with Spang Theocracy, I guarantee that the corrosion and pollution of the evil god will be completely stripped away from you, and you will never die or become a madman." Ron continued.

Ron grinned and raised four fingers: "Swear in the name of the goddess of dawn..."

However, as a result, he would inevitably become a tool in his hands, which was really difficult for West to accept.

That slate... although it is different from the one he just handed to Ron, the style is obviously the same, and it should be a certain chaos slate.

After giving Ron a fierce look, West could only sigh and turned around to pack up the things in the shop and prepare to go to Spang Theocracy.

In this world, swearing an oath in the name of the god you believe in is still very convincing. West felt a little more at ease, but he was still curious. Ron spent so much effort just to let him go. Spang Theocracy?

And there is no trace of erosion or pollution on his body. What he said is not a lie. This guy really has a way to solve the pollution and erosion of the evil god.

"Ahem, West, what are you talking about?" Ron snorted and said, "This is about bathing in the glory of God. Do you think anyone has such an opportunity?"

From the reaction in his ear just now, West knew that he was being watched again... The first time could be regarded as an unintentional mistake, but what about the second time? Will the evil god think that he is deliberately teasing her?

Once the evil god is angry, then his own life...

"You promise to remove the pollution and corrosion from my body after the Spang Theocracy is over." West glared at Ron and said with some indignation.

This guy's assholery is outrageous.

Damn it, I don’t care about this damn glory at all...the glory of God? Are you a serious god?

"Don't worry, how could I harm you?" Ron put away the Chaos Slate with a smile, and then patted West gently on the shoulder: "Isn't it just that the evil god noticed it, bit by bit, bit by bit? It’s just pollution, what’s the big deal?”

Seeing West's appearance, Ron was a little embarrassed, wondering if he had gone a little too far this time, but the thought in his heart only passed briefly. If he wanted him to apologize, that would definitely be the case. impossible.

"Ron...you...you...you're going too far."

"Maybe you can't do it, but I can..."

What is it that deserves Ron to spend so much time on it?

"What should I do?"

"Assist Lydia, the third princess of Spang Theocracy...to rebel."

puff!

As soon as he said this, even West couldn't hold it back. He almost squirted and looked at Ron with a very strange look. rebel?

Is this prophet born to be rebellious?

Why are you so fond of rebellion?

Granville had just been disturbed by this guy, and now he was eyeing the Spang Theocracy?

And, Princess Dolores?

Third princess Lydia?

Why does this guy insist on supporting one queen after another to ascend to the throne?

Could it be that he has some unique fetish for the Queen?

……

Under West's strange sight, Ron and Agnes left the store.

It was getting late. When the two returned to the church, they suddenly found a figure waiting in front of the door for a long time. Who could it be if it wasn't Christian?

This great saint, like Dolores, has now become the supreme master of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and all the authority of the church is controlled by the great saint.

However, compared to Dolores, Christian's job is obviously much easier. After all, although the Church of the Dawn Goddess is powerful, it is not as complicated as the Kingdom. She only needs to be responsible for the hundreds of thousands of priests in the church. , Dolores is responsible for tens of millions of people, which is not of the same magnitude at all.

What's more, although Apu died, because he was eradicated very cleanly, there was not actually much turmoil within the church, and everything was business as usual.

In this case, Christian can completely leave all kinds of troublesome tasks to his subordinates, such as that Virgil... I have to say that this person is indeed a talent.

Although his strength is not very strong, he can handle all kinds of things in the church in an orderly manner.

When Christian, who was free, learned that Ron was preparing to refine the legendary potion, he volunteered and took over the task... She was not a witch, but she was very good at refining the potion. , even Lydia, a real witch, is far behind.

When he saw Ron and Agnes appearing, Christian looked slightly happy, spread his slender fingers, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm.

Inside the bottle was a crimson blood-like liquid.

Crystal clear, beautiful but also a little weird.

"The legendary magic potion has been refined." Christian spoke slowly.

Although Ron had already guessed this, when he saw the bottle of potion, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Just from the color and clarity, Ron could easily tell that this bottle of potion was of extremely high quality.

The quality of the potion is also directly related to the difficulty of breaking through the legendary realm.

Taking the potion from Christian's palm, the slight touch made the saint's cheeks blush slightly. However, Christian's character was not comparable to that of ordinary people after all, and the slight ripples deep in his heart were quickly suppressed.

Ron breathed out heavily: "Thanks."

This light thank you, to Christian's ears, was more beautiful than thousands of words of flattery. The saintly girl couldn't help but have a slight smile on her face: "It's good if you can use it. When are you going to take the magic potion and break through to the legendary level?"

Staring at the bottle in his hand, Ron's smile became even brighter: "Now."

The next second, right in front of Christian, Ron raised his head and swallowed the potion directly into his mouth.

Seeing Ron's movements, Christian opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

Ron could swallow the potion he made in one gulp without any hesitation in front of him. What kind of trust did he have to do such a thing?

For a moment, Christian's beautiful eyes were a little blurred.

(End of this chapter)