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

Chapter 413 Let go of that girl (5)

The bone dragon exploded.

Yes, it was an explosion.

This is the Undead Witch... Bah, it's the Undead Man... That's not right, it's recorded in the Book of the Dead, a special and very powerful skill of the Undead Magician.

This skill has an extremely short activation time, consumes nearly zero magic power, and is extremely destructive.

However, every time you use self-destruction, you will consume an undead creature created by yourself. It is considered a consumable skill, and the power of self-destruction is also closely related to the level and strength of the undead creature itself.

Bone dragons are undoubtedly one of the most powerful types of all undead creatures. Coupled with the legendary level, one can imagine the power of this self-destruction.

Only a loud rumble was heard, and in an instant, an earthquake came.

The extremely violent impact swept towards the Holy Father in front of him in an instant. Even with the Holy Father's strength, he had no time to avoid it, even if it was the next mass-destructive magic he was preparing in his mouth. Also stunned Shengsheng was interrupted.

Moreover, the angle of the bone dragon's self-destruction can be said to be just right. Exploding from the side, the Holy Father's huge body became Mirabell's pure natural shield. Before the Holy Father's body was torn into pieces, the little elf queen would not be affected. A little bit of damage.

With a buzzing sound, he felt a terrifying force hit his chest directly, causing ripples to appear on his fat body. His strong upper body couldn't help but lean back. He was just trying to regain his balance.

A second explosion came.

Then came the third sound...

The fourth tone, the fifth tone...

That's a bone dragon.

The highest level of undead creature.

Something that requires the bones of a giant dragon and careful refining to create it, actually exploded like this. Even though he was an enemy, the Holy Father couldn't help but want to scold that little bastard. Damn it. It's really too luxurious.

I have never seen such a luxurious guy in my life.

Even the high priest of the elves and the pope of the seven orthodox religions cannot be so cool.

After all, even if the bone dragon is completely dismantled and sold for money, each of its bones is worth a lot of money. In this moment, at least a dozen skulls of the bone dragon exploded in front of the Holy Father. The skull dragon's keel could probably buy an entire city.

Even the Holy Father could not bear the impact of so many bone dragons exploding at the same time. His huge body could no longer be stable. He stepped back several steps in succession, each step leaving a deep footprint on the altar.

The fat man all over his body could not continue to release all his power like before. The surging and chaotic energy directly transformed into the sharpest knife in the world, leaving a slender strip between the chest and abdomen of the Holy Father. The wound was dripping with blood.

The violent energy followed the wound and poured directly into the Holy Father's body.

The pitiful wound was torn apart by the raging chaos energy, and the internal organs were directly smashed into meat paste. Under the crazy squeezing, the internal organs turned into meat paste, flowing down the esophagus and along the path. gushed out from the Holy Father's mouth.

The altar beneath him suffered a devastating blow, and large areas collapsed.

All the boulders were turned into fine powder, like a desert.

Rumble...Rumble...Rumble...

The deafening explosion still echoed in the heart of the Holy Father.

At this time, the Holy Father was almost numb, and the bone dragon was still exploding desperately.

On the ground, those so-called holy envoys were not beings like the Holy Father. Their bodies could not withstand the impact of the bone dragon explosion, and they were all turned into powder in an instant. In the sky, several skull dragons also exploded at the same time. The violent energy turned into a tsunami and swept across the sky. Eyeballs exploded, and thick scarlet liquid fell like raindrops.

Until this moment, the Holy Father finally understood what kind of enemy he was facing this time.

When he saw the young man, the Holy Father didn't take that guy to heart at all. Although his strength was pretty good, it was not as good as the elf he encountered before.

Even that powerful elf, when facing this holy father, still has to run away obediently? After so many days, he received many more gifts from Father God, and his strength increased significantly.

In the eyes of the Holy Father, if he encounters that elf again, he is afraid that the elf will not even have a chance to escape, but will stay here and become a holy messenger, or a miserable food.

Just like this, when facing this young man whose strength was slightly inferior to that of the elf, the Holy Father had the advantage from beginning to end and did not think that he might lose at all.

Until this moment, he finally knew how different the enemy he faced this time was from that elf.

He is richer.

He has countless wealth.

Even a priceless treasure like a bone dragon can be made at will.

The mountain wind blew by, sweeping away the dust in the air.

When his sight returned again and he looked around, the Holy Father's expression became even more gloomy. He didn't notice the trace of the young man. It would be better to say that there was nothing in front of him.

All the holy envoys turned into powder covering the ground, leaving no one behind for him.

At this moment, he truly became a polished commander.

This scene made the Holy Father's lips squirm. He wanted to roar angrily, but his mouth was filled with visceral fragments.

The entire mountaintop was razed to the ground, and all the buildings made of huge rocks were gone. Nothing was left. Even the huge and sturdy altar had completely turned into a small mound, and the tattered statue was nowhere to be seen.

Such a scene only made the Holy Father's body tremble and tremble. After finally vomiting out all the internal organs, there were bursts of weird roars in the Holy Father's throat.

He swore that no matter what the price, he would cut that little bastard into pieces.

In extreme anger, the Holy Father couldn't help clenching his hands. Because he was worried about Mirabelle escaping, the Holy Father's right hand was still holding Mirabelle's wrist. This time, he suddenly exerted force, and Mirabelle only felt that her wrist was numb. It's crunchy.

The wrist bones were crushed directly.

The beautiful white right hand was pulled down without support.

This was so painful, but Mirabelle didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, letting the sweat caused by the severe pain soak her clothes.

She must not make any noise. Any movement may awaken the Holy Father from his rage. Once the Holy Father wakes up, it will be very detrimental to the hero who saves himself.

Right in the corner of Mirabelle's eyes, Ron's figure appeared quietly.

He raised his right hand high and penetrated the scarlet body of the Death Flying Spear. Ron grabbed it hard in his palm, and the sharp spear head shone with a strange light.

The next moment, the spear suddenly chopped down from mid-air:
"Asshole, let that girl go!"

　Chapter 5 is here, go to bed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)