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

Chapter 397 Descendants of the Dragon Clan (Three Thousand)
The world doesn't need so many strong people.

No one knows what Hefelson's purpose is. He is powerful and can be said to be standing on top of the world, but he has been dormant for decades. He has never even left a big reputation in the huge Twilight Continent, and now he has just As soon as he was born, the first thing he did could shake the situation in the Twilight Continent.

Ron didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew that Hefferson was a variable, just like the Andre family. For Ron, this was an undoubted threat, even in a short time. Even more so in the Nebi Andre family.

He had not hesitated to detonate dust within a kilometer range, causing more exaggerated damage than the forbidden curse, just to force Hefelson out.

This man's strength is a mystery and very terrifying.

Whether it's a fantasy or not.

Or the positional shift caused by space distortion.

Being able to directly introduce himself into the urn, this alone is enough to show that Hefferson's strength is extremely exaggerated. Existences such as Apu and Holman are just chickens and dogs in front of Hefelson.

Even Christian and Valkyrie Arianna may not be able to survive a few moves in front of Hefelson.

This strength can only be matched by the tombkeepers in the Twilight Temple, second only to the monsters created deep underground in the Andre family mansion.

Even though Ron was powerful, even if he lifted his seal, he still didn't have much confidence in winning against a monster of this level.

Of course, in Ron's view, even if he couldn't defeat Hefferson, it was more than enough to protect himself. Hefferson was powerful, how could he be weak?
Now that he had finally forced Hefelson out, Ron was no longer in a hurry to take action.

On the opposite side, Hefferson didn't seem to expect that Ron would be so powerful and his methods so decisive and ruthless. When he wrote Ron's name into the must-kill list, Hefelson just put Ron's name on it. At the level of Christian and Arianna, now it seems that it is far beyond my own estimation.

In this situation where each other was unable to figure out the other's strength, no one took action rashly.

Whether it was a tacit understanding or sympathy, in short, after the previous earth-shattering explosion, there was a brief calm at the scene. The two figures slowly flew towards the big crater formed by the explosion almost at the same time. Finally stopped on both sides of the big pit.

At close range, we can see each other more clearly.

What gave Ron the biggest shock was still Hefferson's appearance.

To be honest, there is no trace of elf beauty on this guy's face. On the contrary, he is extremely rough.

Among the elves, this can definitely be called the alternative among the alternatives. However, this appearance may also be an important reason why Hefelson can become the high priest. Ron is not special about the process and standards for selecting high priests among the elves. It’s clear, but one of them is that you must be born with a vision.

Among the uniform handsomeness of the elves, it is not an exaggeration to say that Hefelson's appearance is a natural abnormality.

However, compared to his appearance, there was a certain aura about Hefferson that made Ron even more wary.

It was an indescribable feeling. The three-meter-tall body brought with it a deep, depressing, violent, and wild aura, as if it was not an elf, but a giant beast that roamed the ancient times.

Even the energy in Ron's body seemed to be attracted by this aura, and became inexplicably agitated. When he grasped the Eye of the Dragon God in his right hand, there was a slight scorching heat.

Even the Dragon God's Eyes embedded in the dragon's teeth seemed to be a bit more agile.

Suddenly, Ron's blessing reached his heart: "Sir, you have dragon blood in your body."

"Are you the last descendant of the Dragon Clan?"

Ron's voice broke the silence.

Hefferson was also examining Ron. The more he looked at the young man in front of him, the more frightened Hefferson became.

His vision was so vicious. Although there were many extremely powerful beings who could stay young forever, or even rejuvenate themselves, he could tell at a glance that Ron was completely different from an old monster like himself who had lived for a hundred or two hundred years. , this guy is really young.

Even if he breaks through the sky, he will not be more than thirty years old.

It is a bit exaggerated to be able to possess such strength at such an age. What shocked Hefferson even more was that the young man in front of him even had layers of seals on his body just like himself. to limit one's own strength.

Could it be that this kid is also a powerful being who has broken through the realm of destruction and been rejected by the world?
Even though Heferson is well-informed, he has never encountered such an exaggerated existence.

evildoer.

Such a talent can only be described by the word monster.

Hefelson didn't know whether there was a once-in-a-thousand-year genius in the world, but he knew that during the two hundred years of his existence, his second son's cultivation talent should be the first.

He is still young now, but if he is given enough time to grow up, his future will be limitless, and even the illusory realm of gods may not be impossible for him to step into.

The more this happened, the stronger the idea of ​​trying to kill Ron became in Hefferson's chest.

But just when Hefelson's heart was filled with murderous intent, Ron's words instantly defeated the condensed murderous intent, and what was left was an unimaginable shock. "Are you the last descendant of the Dragon Clan?"

When he heard this sentence, even though Hefelson's palace was extremely deep, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

How could he tell?

It's obvious that he doesn't have any dragon characteristics at all.

Among the hundreds of millions of elves in the huge elves, no one knew his secret. On the contrary, it was Ron who saw through his true identity at the first sight of him!

But he was not an ordinary person after all. The shock in his heart was quickly suppressed, and his expression hardly changed at all.

It is even said that after Ron saw through his true identity, he had no intention of hiding it at all. If he did so, he would be inferior: "Yes, this priest has dragon blood."

"My mother was once a beauty from the elves who supplied the dragons. She was given a giant dragon by the dragon king."

The Dragon Clan is a very special race. Dragon nature is inherently lustful. They like beauty. Although they are huge in size, they can transform.

Moreover, there is almost no reproductive isolation between the Dragon Clan and other major races, so most of the beauties offered to the Dragon Valley by the major races will be pregnant with the offspring of giant dragons.

It's just that these giant dragons are obviously the kind of scumbags who won't take responsibility if something goes wrong. They only care about enjoying themselves when doing things. But if they really give birth to mixed-race descendants, it will be regarded as a stain on the dragon bloodline.

Some giant dragons that are cruel by nature will not even wait until the fetus is born in the world, and will destroy the fetus and the mother's body together. Some slightly gentler dragons will allow the fetus to be born, but after birth, they will expel the fetus and leave it alone. To fend for itself.

As for the fate of these mixed-race descendants, one can imagine.

Perhaps these mixed descendants can inherit the excellent genes of both parents and have excellent talents.

But, how much power can a newborn baby have?
Either they will die of hunger or thirst, or they will become food for jackals, tigers, leopards, vultures and eagles. Those who can survive will never survive. Hefferson's ability to survive is due to God's blessings...

However, it is precisely because of the bloodline from his father that Hefelson has a unique physique, and his talent in cultivation is the highest among the elves, unmatched by anyone. Not only does he possess the powerful physique of a giant dragon, but he also has the keen perception of magical elements as an elf. Whether it is physical skills or magic, he can learn them all in one go, and the speed at which his strength increases can be compared to monsters.

If the surroundings hadn't been basically razed to the ground, and there was a bottomless pit in the middle, the scene in front of me would actually look so harmonious, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, getting together. Chat peacefully.

In the Twilight Continent, hybrids are often rejected and looked down upon, but Ron is not like this. He knows very well what kind of monster this hybrid will become once it inherits the excellent genes of both parents. He just frowns. Wrinkle: "Your Majesty the High Priest, there shouldn't be any life-and-death hatred between you and me, right?"

"Why did you arrange for someone to come and kill me?"

"I shouldn't have offended you, right?"

Ron really couldn't figure this out.

He once thought that Hefelson might be the repairman's puppet, but as the death list appeared in Carol's mouth, Ron found that he had guessed wrong. After all, many of the repairman's tool men were also on the death list.

This guy is like a third-party chaotic evil force that suddenly jumped out, making this already chaotic situation even more anxious.

Hefferson smiled when he heard this. Although he looked rude, his every move seemed quite gentle and gentlemanly: "Sir, you are joking."

"Sir, of course you have never offended me..."

"Besides, I am open-minded by nature and will not take any minor frictions to heart."

"I have never targeted you sir."

"Oh, is that so?" Ron raised his eyebrows: "Is that because Carol is cheating on me?"

The expression on Hefelson's face became softer and softer: "Carol, she is a very good killer under my command. She did not deceive you."

"She was indeed arranged by me, and her purpose was indeed to kill you. It's just a pity that she failed."

Look at what he said. He was obviously talking about matters between life and death, but he spoke of you without any anger at all.

However, what a pity you are, are you pity that you couldn’t kill us?
"But, I am not targeting sir."

Hefferson slowly opened his hands, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn, sublime, and even revealed a madness that made Ron's scalp numb:

"I'm not targeting you."

"I just want to...kill everyone in the world equally!"

　Chapter One Three Thousand Words
　　
　
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