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

Chapter 415 The Soft Queen (2)

Mirabell happily took the hymn magic scroll and looked at Ron with an increasingly confused look.

She even forgot about the injury on her wrist, but this man noticed it. It seems that this man is not only handsome and powerful, but also considerate, considerate and gentle...

Sure enough, when a girl is interested in you, you don't even need to do anything specifically. Everything you do will become your advantage and your plus point.

Just like Mirabell now, I always feel that the young man in front of me likes her more and more.

But it's no wonder, after all, Mirabell has lived in such an environment since she was a child, and there is almost no close and considerate person around her. Even the maid who usually takes care of her is someone arranged by Hefferson.

Since the death of her mother, this is the first time Mirabell has enjoyed the tender care of someone.

She didn't say anything more, silently unfolding the magic scroll, and the soft and warm light enveloped her slender body. The warm feeling made Mirabelle let out a subtle moan.

She had never felt so comfortable as she did now, as if all the pain in her body had disappeared.

If there really is a paradise in this world, this is probably what it would feel like, right?
The bones of the crushed wrist grew back, the fingers that had lost control began to tremble slightly, and even the internal organs in the body that were shattered due to being chased gradually healed.

Although her magic power has not yet recovered, at least it is no longer as weak as before. The healing ability of the hymn is really strong, and as long as she is not dead, she can probably bring it back.

"You stay away first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it after we kill this guy." After exhaling, Ron spoke slowly.

Mirabelle's scorching gaze made Ron feel on pins and needles, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Why did Mirabelle become like this?
This is different from the one in the game.

In the game, Ron had conquered Mirabell.

In the Twilight Continent, the direction of the plot in the Elf Forest is already very different from that in the game. In the game, Hefelson does not have the power to control the elves. Mirabell, the Elf Queen, is also an absolutely powerful character.

Moreover, in the game, the player and Mirabell should meet in the third expansion pack. By that time, seven or eight years have passed in the game, and Mirabell has already taken the seat of the Elf Queen. Five or six years.

Being a queen for a long time also allowed Mirabell to develop the temperament of a superior.

The Elf Queen in the game is far sexier, more mature, and has a more noble temperament than the little Mirabelle in front of her. She is cold and standard. It can be said that she is recognized as one of the most difficult characters to conquer.

She is decisive in killing and ruthless.

As a queen with real power in her hands, she must compete with the second-generation high priest and the pope of the Church of the Mother Goddess for the supreme authority of the elves. Therefore, Mirabelle is very scheming, and can even be said to be cunning.

Everything she does, every decision she makes, is based on her own interests. In the game, Mirabelle can easily see through whatever the players do, and if they are not careful, the Elf Queen can manipulate them into her hands.

If you want to completely capture the Elf Queen, there is only one way, and that is to first push the Elf Queen into the abyss of despair, and then save her. Only through this method can you suppress the Elf Queen's pride and completely capture her. The heart of the Elf Queen!

Could it be that being forced to become the bride of the Holy Father and the irresistible oppression had pushed Mirabelle into the abyss, experienced that kind of despair in advance, and directly smoothed away the stubbornness deep in Mirabelle's heart?

So why did Mirabell become as soft as she is now?

Hearing Ron's words, Mirabell just said obediently, and then quickly backed away. Although she also wanted to fight alongside Ron, she knew very well that her strength was not worth it compared to the Holy Father. carry.

Staying by Ron's side, not to mention being of any help, even distracting Ron from taking care of himself, was a complete burden. Although she was a little reluctant, Mirabelle would not be stupid enough to get entangled in such a matter.

That soft and obedient look even gave Ron an illusion, seriously doubting whether this elf was really Mirabelle?
Although he was surprised, Ron quickly calmed down. After all, there was a Holy Father staring at him in front of him. Ron knew very well that now was not the time to dwell on such trivial matters. He looked ahead dozens of meters away. The Holy Father still stared at him with his dark red eyes wide open.

That hateful look was like the most terrifying poisonous snake.

All the internal organs were shattered into pulp, the arms were cut off, and the chest and abdomen were torn apart. Although the injuries seemed very exaggerated, for the Holy Father, they were not too serious.

Countless gray and black clouds were entangled on the Holy Father's body, like black threads, reconnecting the two torn pieces of flesh between the chest and abdomen. On both sides of the wound, the scarlet flesh seemed to have its own Life is slowly squirming and reconnecting in an extremely strange way.

Where the arm was broken, the dense granulations on the wound grew rapidly like orange petals, forming new bones and new flesh and blood.

It's a bit similar to Gray Andre's immortal body, but its resilience is much stronger.

Even if a destructive-level existence does not use healing magic, its self-recovery ability is extremely exaggerated.

The scarlet tongue kept swiping over the chapped lips, and he wanted to skin Ron alive, but the Holy Father was not a fool. He understood that the enemy in front of him was not easy to deal with, and taking action rashly would not do him any good.

He had little combat experience, and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with an enemy like Ron.

However, the Holy Father also has an advantage, that is, no matter what the situation is, if you can't handle it, then... call on the Father.

The supreme Father God can always guide him at the most critical moments. If the gift of God the Father comes, the Father believes that no matter what kind of enemy he is, he can easily deal with it.

When he thought of this, the Holy Father no longer hesitated. He suddenly raised his head, his round eyes widened, his face facing the gray sky, and he let out the craziest howl from his grinning mouth.

The fat body seemed to be electrocuted, twitching violently, and the limbs were dancing with an indescribable frequency and posture.

"Ow!"

"hold head high!"

"what!"

"Wow..."

What spewed out of his mouth was not a spell, but a series of incomprehensible syllables, which seemed like a wail of pain or a roar of despair.

As the Holy Father roared, circles of shock continued to spread from the fat body.

Immediately afterwards, the holy mountain beneath his feet began to tremble.

Indescribable pressure suddenly fell from the sky.

The terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Ron's whole body. The extreme depression even made Ron feel that it was extremely difficult to breathe. He also raised his head to the sky. Ron seemed to be able to see it looming in the gray sky. A hazy shadow was floating in the clouds.

　Chapter two
　　
　
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