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

Chapter 380 Has he always been so brave? (Super large chapter)
"Anyone who dares to cross this line... will die!"

The voice was cold and not loud, but it penetrated the ears of every soldier clearly.

Under the night sky, there was deathly silence.

The people in front were shocked by the crack that was one meter wide and didn't know how deep or long it was. They didn't dare to move. Although the private soldiers behind couldn't see the crack, they could still see the crack from the hotel window. The figures gradually falling down, their throats are constantly squirming.

They had already seen Ron's portrait, knew Ron's identity, and had a clearer idea of ​​what this man had done before.

Granville's palace was reduced to ashes under the power of this man. Although it is now being rebuilt,... the ruins have not even had time to be cleaned up.

It was this man who expelled King Holt 474 of Granville, whether he was alive or dead.

It was he who killed the vice-pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Killed Grand Duke Egbert.

That night, I don't know how many legendary masters died in the hands of this man. I only know that there is a thick layer of coagulated blood clots on the ruins of the palace.

Thirty thousand Imperial Guards, the Royal Magic Corps, the Magicians Association, the private soldiers of the three masters, the Knights of Dawn... tens of thousands of elites, all died at the hands of this man.

Since then, this man has had countless titles, including devil, butcher, murderer...

The shadow of the tree, the name of the person!
Even though these nobles kept instilling in the ears of these soldiers the belief that Ron was seriously injured and his strength was not as good as before, the moment Ron appeared on the stage, indescribable fear still enveloped the hearts of every soldier.

Their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

Goosebumps appeared quickly on the skin.

The sound of trembling bodies, the sound of teeth clashing, the sound of violent breathing...

Are you kidding? Does this look like someone who is seriously injured? Can a seriously injured person tear open a canyon on the ground that is thousands of meters long and one meter wide?
What the hell kind of power is this?
Behind them, the breathing of Antoine and the large group of nobles suddenly stagnated, and a strong sense of fear inevitably surged into their hearts.

Especially Antoine.

When he saw Ron for the first time, his mind couldn't help but recall the scenes he had experienced in the palace, the piles of broken limbs, the blood and brains that gathered into rivers, and the moonlight that was blocked. The scarlet blood mist, the internal organs floating on the surface of the blood sea...

The indescribable fear caused his abdomen to begin to squirm violently, and the strong urge to vomit continued to stimulate Antoine's nerves.

No matter how arrogant he said before, how ferocious he acted, but when he saw Ron with his own eyes, he realized that his fear of Ron had never disappeared. This fear was just used by him in a cunning way. Forcibly suppressing it in the deepest part of his heart, he desperately thought that after becoming the king, he would no longer be afraid of this man.

He told himself in an almost hypnotic way that now that Ron was seriously injured, he would be able to kill him easily.

But now he realized that no matter how many methods he used, they were all... useless.

He was panting violently. He didn't dare to look at Ron's figure. The fear brought by those scenes was too strong, but his eyes were fixed on the figure in mid-air from beginning to end. Antoine wanted to see something.

Even the tiredness in his eyes and the decline in his face may prove that this guy is really seriously injured, and what he did before was just something he forced himself to do.

Then Antoine's fear turned into excitement.

In other words, under the stimulation of fear, consciousness enters a state of uncontrollable excitement.

He really saw exhaustion on Ron's face. His cheeks were even a little sunken and his eyes were deep-set. It felt like... like his whole body was overdrawn.

This is completely consistent with the symptoms of running out of magic power.

Especially when Ron landed on the ground, his hand even pressed slightly on his waist.

Antoine was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He felt that he was really very sharp and very smart. Just from these small changes in Ron's body, he could infer that Ron's body was not as good as before.

It seems that the information provided by the little nobleman named Bach is absolutely correct.

This Ron was seriously interfered with when he was trying to break through the realm. Not only did he fail to break through, his own realm was even greatly reduced, and his body was also seriously injured.

Bach, a little nobleman, is really capable.

Antoine was no longer afraid, and his body stopped shaking.

Even the original urge to vomit completely disappeared.

He felt like he was okay again.

Stand up straight.

He stretched out his hand to separate the soldiers in front of him, and walked toward the front of the battle formation with his head held high.

This scene made many nobles look strange and look at Antoine with admiration. After all, that was Ron, a murderous maniac. Countless thousands of people died at his hands, including the four Holts. Masters like the Hundred and Seventy-Fourth and Apu could be easily crushed to death. Not to mention anything else, just this name and this momentum had suppressed almost all the nobles and trembled.

Although these nobles are all a group of old foxes, their hearts are chilling at this time. When they think of Ron's strength, they feel like they are crazy... How could they be so stupid as to send troops to kill Ron and Delores? They were wiped out together. Isn't this looking for death? Even if Ron was seriously injured, I'm afraid it's not something people like him can fight against, right?

But at this time, Antoine, who had always been a loser, dared to face Ron directly, which was really impressive.

For a time, many nobles felt some admiration in their hearts. They were worthy of the blood of the Holt family.

Although he seems a little incompetent, he is still very good. In this way, the fear in their hearts is not so strong.

And Ron, with a slightly weird look on his face, watched Antoine's figure walking towards him step by step, with a pair of eyes staring at him from a distance of dozens of meters and a one-meter-wide crack. , tit for tat.

Has this kid always been so brave?

Antoine's eyes narrowed to a slit, and he glanced at Ron in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a bit of contempt in his eyes. Damn it, he was just a bastard of a foreign nobleman. He was not even qualified to inherit the family, but he became a prophet inexplicably. , and now he has actually become his own biggest enemy. What qualifications does this kind of person with a bloodline full of rubbish have?
Especially, this hateful bastard is Irelia's lover.

Something like this may have already happened between two people, and they may have tried this or that posture...

When he thought that the woman he liked and hoped to become his princess was actually enjoyed by this hateful bastard, Antoine felt as uncomfortable as eating two pounds of fly shit.

However, it is still important to get down to business.

Antoine took a deep breath. He maintained his dignity as an eldest prince and stood with his hands behind his back: "Ron, Dolores is in this hotel. Hand over Dolores, for the sake of Ireli." For Ya's sake, I can give you a happy death."

Ron was speechless.

This was originally just a small plan that he and Dolores came up with temporarily.

After all, the number of nobles in the Kingdom of Granville is too exaggerated.

Investigation, evidence collection, trial, execution.

Going through a series of processes is really a waste of time.

However, although the target was a noble, Dolores did not want to leave a mark of indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

Ron was preparing to go to the Orc Territory, and Arianna was still in seclusion. Ron wanted to completely resolve the matter here before he left, and arranged for Bach to instigate this group of nobles, together with the so-called eldest prince Anto. In case of rebellion, it is definitely the best choice. After all, the death penalty is not excessive for the serious crime of treason, right?

This so-called brother has rebelled and will be guillotined. Is that okay?

Although the method is a little rough, it is absolutely reasonable and legal.

What Ron is really worried about is that this plan is too crude. You can see the problems in it with just a little bit of thinking. I'm afraid these people won't be so easily fooled.

However, he seemed to overestimate the IQ of these people.

Things developed more smoothly than he imagined.

How confident are this eldest prince and this group of nobles?

Looking at that expression, it was as if he believed that he was really seriously injured and could easily crush himself to death.

but……

"What does this have to do with Irelia?" Ron raised his eyebrows and asked.

Could it be that Antoine and Irelia are still friends? Otherwise, why would they care about Irelia's face?
Antoine raised his head proudly: "After I ascend the throne and become king, Irelia will be my future princess."

As soon as he said this, Ron's eyes instantly turned cold... If he was just being irritable in front of Ron, Ron wouldn't be very angry, but if he targets his wife, this is the way to die. ah.

His face was cold, and his deep eyes made Antoine feel a little chilly in his heart.

But when he thought that Ron was holding on, the pressure in Antoine's heart suddenly relaxed a lot. Yes, Ron must be holding on. What kind of character is this guy? His temper is extremely hot. If he doesn't agree, he will be bloody. Flow into a river.

You actually talked to yourself so much this time. Was it obviously because you were seriously injured and you were delaying time on purpose?

It has to be said that when a person determines something in his mind, he will desperately use his brain to find various excuses to make himself believe that what he believes in his mind is right and true.

"Irelia?" Ron suddenly sneered: "I don't know where you get your confidence from."

"Irelia is so proud. How could a beautiful woman fall in love with a waste like you?"

hum.

Antoine's face turned red instantly, his body trembled violently, and he shouted angrily: "Ron, how dare you despise me so much? How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die?"

"I wanted to treat you with respect. If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

He suddenly laughed ferociously: "Don't worry, I will kill you, kill Dolores. After I sit on the throne, I will definitely love your woman..."

"Not only Irelia, but also the bloody nun Cecilia and Seraphina, they all seem to be pretty good... Hehehehe... Gussssssssss..."

As if he had thought of some kind of scene, Antoine was dancing excitedly like a madman.

He looked like a miserable monkey.

These words instantly angered Ron.

His right hand suddenly raised and he grasped Antoine's neck in vain.

crunch.

Antoine's neck instantly appeared with strangulation marks.

The trachea was extremely compressed, and a strong sense of suffocation suddenly surged into Antoine's heart.

The poor prince had no idea what was happening to him. He instinctively struggled desperately, his body squirming like a worm.

Ron's arm jerked back.

With a snort, Antoine's body flew towards Ron uncontrollably.

Before he could reach Ron, Antoine's body suddenly flew into the air as his right hand was raised, and then... with a bang, he hit the ground with his face facing down.

Along with the trembling of the ground, Ron even heard a clicking sound.

I don't know if it was the skull, teeth, or cheekbones that were shattered.

On the stone slab, thick scarlet liquid gurgled out.

Antoine's hands were desperately supporting the ground. He didn't even understand what happened. It wasn't that Ron was seriously injured and his strength was not as strong as before. Why could he control him so easily?

He is not convinced, he is not convinced...

call……

Regardless of whether Antoine was convinced or not, his body flew into the air again.

boom!
call!
boom!
Falling to the ground again and again.

Every time that dull voice echoed in the ears of those nobles and private soldiers, it made their hearts tremble uncontrollably.

The fluffy taste flooded throughout my body.

Seeing that Antoine's body was no longer human-like, in a short period of time, all the bones in his body had been smashed, and he seemed to have turned into a piece of rotten minced meat... This was really miserable.

Originally, the eldest prince still had the strength to struggle a little, and even had a chance to let out a scream.

But I don’t know when it started, even the screams have stopped abruptly.

boom!
There was another dull sound, and Antoine's body twitched nervously and squirmed on the ground.

His movements were very slow, more like subconscious actions.

His eyes could no longer be fully opened, blood covered them, and he could only see a hazy shadow in front of him.

This shouldn't be the case.

He is obviously going to sit on the throne and become the new king soon.

His blood-covered palms stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch or grab something.

But his arms were completely out of control. The arms that he had just raised fell to the ground weakly, and the throne was getting further and further away before his eyes.

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