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

Chapter 419 The Evil God Arrives (1)

Mirabelle originally didn't take those members of the opposite sex to heart.

As a member of the royal family and one of the candidates for the Elf Queen, although the royal family has long since declined and her life is in the hands of the high priest, she is still admired by many elves after all.

What's more, although Mirabell is still young and has not yet grown up, she has already shown her graceful figure and beautiful face, and is naturally favored by many male elves.

Regarding this kind of thing, High Priest Hefferson did not stop it, but just told his subordinates to be careful.

After all, he still needs royal blood to maintain order among the elves.

He wants to kill everyone, but this is not something that can be accomplished in a short time. Before he can succeed, he still needs to use these elves to complete his plan. If he can give birth to royal descendants earlier, He Felson is also happy to see the results.

However, Mirabell was very indifferent to those around her.

She knew very well that just because of her appearance, she was considered the best choice even among the elves who were famous for their beauty. Those people were just greedy for their bodies and they had no true feelings for her.

They even just want to taste what it is like to be an elf princess or even an elf queen. The identity of the elf queen may give them an extremely strong sense of conquest and satisfaction. They will die for inexplicable reasons in a few years. I don't care at all.

Not to mention fighting against Hefferson, even if they were just those scoundrels under Hefelson, as long as they glared at them, these people would immediately become like the third grandson, nodding and bowing, with a flattering smile on their faces.

Mirabelle would not be interested in this kind of man, no matter how handsome he looked. Being surrounded by him every day would only make Mirabelle feel noisy, like a bunch of ducks.

But, that man is different.

That man was tall and handsome, perhaps among humans, but among the elves, he could only be considered below average, far inferior to the elves who usually surrounded him.

However, it was this man who made Mirabell know what peace of mind meant for the first time.

Standing behind that man, his not-so-broad back was like a safe haven. No matter what kind of storm it was, it would help him withstand it.

That was the first time in her life that Mirabelle felt a heartbeat, even though she didn't even know the man's name.

But now, this man has disappeared.

Mirabell felt as if there was an empty space in her heart for an instant. She looked around in panic. Even if she was pushed to the position of queen and knew that she would die in a few years, even if she tried her best to escape from the elves. When he was escaping in the forest, even when he was being chased by assassins from the Assassination Group, he had never been so panicked as he was now.

She didn't know where the man had gone. Was he buried by the collapsed rocks of the mountain?
His petite and slender body trembled, and then he rushed towards the pile of rocks ahead like crazy. Regardless of the damage he suffered from the impact, he waved his hands randomly, digging and searching.

Even the rocks have piled up into an ocean-like Gobi Desert.

Even if the sharp edges of the rocks cut the palm of my hand.

……

Ron was literally buried.

The impact of the falling meteor was simply too exaggerated.

Even though Ron was prepared in advance and even quickly distanced himself, he was still unable to completely avoid the impact.

The strongest defensive magic, the forbidden spell-level heaven, was shattered into pieces, and then the rocks flying in the sky hit Ron on the head, quickly submerging his body under the ruins. Ron is not dead, but the Holy Father is hard to say.

After all, he only withstood the impact of the falling meteor, while the Holy Father resisted the meteor with his forehead. The gap was not small.

Of course, he was quite lucky. Several huge stones supported each other and created a space, preventing all the stones from falling on him. But now, he was not able to escape from the ruins. Easy things.

I don't know how many stones were piled on the top of the head. It was probably at least several hundred meters thick.

He is now very strong, but it is too difficult to rely on his own strength to break through the blockade of hundreds of meters of stone.

The six-winged fallen angel should be possible, but unless it is absolutely necessary, Ron does not want to use the power of the fallen angel at will. Without him, although there is no evidence, he has this strange feeling. If he often relies on Ni Yafu's power may cause some inexplicable disasters.

I had never felt this way before, but when Ron broke through to the legendary realm and wanted to use Niaf's power, this kind of warning sign appeared in his heart for no reason.

With Ron's current strength and character, it is naturally impossible to ignore this warning sign.

Although he was temporarily trapped, he was not in a hurry.

The main trouble now is his injuries.

It doesn't matter if there are any injuries in the body, the beating of Ostara's heart can restore them.

The trouble is that under the previous impact, the energy in his body was thrown into chaos and his muscles were messed up, which would take some time to calm down.

After his strength is restored, there will finally be a way to break through the blockade above his head. Can he, a legendary master, still be suffocated to death?
At the moment, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground, with an extra magic stone in his hand, and began to mobilize the power of the magic stone to suppress the chaotic energy in the body. The energy contained in the dragon crystal is naturally more abundant, but the energy is too Being too violent and absorbing dragon crystal, let alone suppressing the chaos in the body, would simply add fuel to the fire.

As wisps of energy entered his body, Ron let out a long breath. It felt like drinking a glass of iced sour plum soup in a hot environment. It was very refreshing, and the chaos in his body was being calmed down little by little.

Cuck, squeak, squeak...

At this moment, a suppressed and strange sound suddenly came from the darkness.

The sound was very small, but in this closed space, it seemed extremely clear.

Ron's eyelids twitched as he was absorbing the Philosopher's Stone. He raised his eyes and glanced ahead.

hum!
His spirit almost exploded.

In the darkness, Ron's face protruded with granular buds, like wriggling white worms, and round traces appeared under the skin.

erosion, pollution.

His heartbeat began to accelerate crazily, and the sound of his heartbeat even echoed uncontrollably in the confined space.

He could see strange symbols quickly sketched on the stone in front of him.

The evil god has arrived!
　Chapter One

　　
　
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