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

Chapter 367 Sage: Patrick Abraham!

It was a very strange mask, completely dark brown, without any decorations such as patterns. It was fastened to the bridge of the nose and covered the upper half of the face.

The wrinkled and cracked mouth was exposed. The old man seemed to have remembered something. His dark red tongue swept across his lips. The taste of the clone was indeed quite good, especially when he felt a clone being sucked dry of blood and bone marrow by him. and pieces of meat, swallowing up all the energy, and then watching the other person's body only have two dry layers of skin left, exuding a rich and rotten stench, the feeling is even more exciting.

He has tasted it dozens of times, and every time it makes him extremely excited and unable to stop.

The old man suddenly appeared behind Holt's second clone. He looked quite strange, and there was an eerie and terrifying aura all over his body. However, Holt's second clone was completely indifferent to the appearance of this old man. No surprises at all.

This old man suddenly appeared in front of him not long ago after he escaped from the headquarters of the Dawn Goddess Church.

He didn't know what the identity of this old man was. Before that, he had no intention of swallowing other clones. There was only one will left in his heart, which was to find other clones as soon as possible, and then merge the three clones into one. ontology.

This is the instinct of clones. When the distance between clones is too far, this instinct will appear naturally.

However, the old man told him that if he could absorb all the other clones, he would be able to obtain most of the clone's power, and his own strength would increase. He would not only be able to return to his strongest state, but also become even stronger. further.

Clone No. 2 instinctively felt that something was not right. There would definitely be hidden dangers that he did not know about. After all, this method was too unnatural. Absorbing the clone to enhance his own strength?
Doesn't that mean that if he clones for the first time and absorbs all the remaining six clones, the strength of his main body will immediately become several times what it was before? If I could obtain similar props again, clone them again, and absorb them again... wouldn't my strength reach the point of being invincible in the world within a few times?

No matter what, the speed of this kind of strength improvement is really too fast.

And the faster the method of improving one's own strength, the more likely it is that there is some kind of deadly poison hidden inside.

Although he is a clone, he is not stupid.

However, although he is a clone, each of these clones has perfectly inherited Holt's character, which is greed, an almost pathological pursuit of power, and an overwhelming hatred for Ron.

The distraction stirred.

As long as he can get enough power, he can accept it no matter what the price is.

What's more, swallowing the power of the clone is considered fusion, right?
So clone No. 2 agreed to the old man's proposal without any pressure at all, learned this secret method from the old man, and after the first try, the pleasure of the power being integrated into his own body and his strength rising, just like The poison has made him addicted, and he knows that he will never be able to escape from this beauty in his life.

He couldn't even help but feel a little sad. Unfortunately, he had absorbed these two clones, and then he would never have it again. He would never be able to taste that wonderful and ecstatic taste.

The brand-new Holt breathed out, suppressed the irritation in his chest, and looked at the old man not far away again: "Who are you?"

The old man's mouth opened for a moment, and he seemed to be smiling, but the smile quickly disappeared.

Holt was trembling inexplicably. He didn't know why. It was okay when the old man didn't smile, but when he smiled, it only made his hair stand on end. He even wondered if the old man might have come out of hell. old monster.

He had asked this question before, but the old man didn't give him an answer.

But this time, the old man did not continue to refuse. He opened his lips and a familiar hoarse voice came out of his mouth:

"A thousand years ago..." "They called me...Patrick Abraham."

hum!
Partridge Abraham! ! !

When the name entered Holt's ears, Holt felt a buzz in his head, almost about to explode.

Muddle-headed, that's about it.

The whole person seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to think, and the stiff shock on his face lasted for a long, long time before gradually turning into suspicion.

There is no way, the impact of the name Patrick Abraham is really too great.

Who is that?
Sage!
Who was the most famous person a thousand years ago?

Blasphemer, Archibald.

Sage, Partridge Abraham.

Among them, the blasphemous ones were struck to death by divine lightning because of their blasphemy, and disappeared in the Twilight Continent.

And the sage has existed in the world for more than a hundred years, leaving behind the Andre family. Just when everyone thought that with the strength of the sage, he would be able to live as long as the sky and live forever, this one of the strongest men in mankind... One person died suddenly and suddenly, and then there was the most luxurious funeral in human history.

Holt admitted that this old man was very powerful. Although his realm and the magic power fluctuations on his body seemed not far from his own, in a real fight, Holt believed that this old man could easily pinch him with one finger. die.

But to say that he is a saint, Holt really finds it hard to believe.

Isn't this nonsense?

Thousands of years ago, there were tens of thousands of powerful men, kings, and popes from all over the Twilight Continent. Could it be that none of them noticed that the sage was faking his death?

How can it be!

In Holt's opinion, this old man probably admires the sage, or maybe he is just a guy who wants to use the name of the sage to defraud him. After all, he has a deep hatred for the Andre family left by the sage. This old man There is no reason to give yourself such a huge benefit.

Of course, Holt is an old man and will not be so stupid to reveal this. Since he wants to pretend to be a sage, let him pretend to be a sage. He will not lose a piece of meat, not to mention that both sides are now It can be said that it is an ally relationship. For the lonely Holt, this ally is very precious.

The old man who claimed to be the sage Patrick Abraham just glanced at Holt casually. With his eyesight, he could naturally see through Holt's thoughts at a glance, but he also didn't care. Instead, he glanced at Holt again. He grinned and once again showed the kind of smile that made Holt's hair stand on end:

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"I'll teach you!"

　Chapter Four
　　
　
(End of this chapter)