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

Chapter 84 Let’s go and kill someone! (Twenty-five thousand)

Seeing Cecilia's appearance, Ron had a headache. He had been vaccinated in advance and tried not to let Cecilia bear all the stimulation at once, but the speed of Cecilia's darkening still shocked Ron.

In the game, after knowing the truth, Cecilia suffered a mental breakdown and was corrupted by the evil god.

In the real world, even Ron was affected. Crazy and incomprehensible murmurs and roars began to echo in his ears. The weird sounds were extremely penetrating, even though Ron had been blocked for the first time. He lost his hearing, but the sound still echoed in Ron's mind.

Resisting the impact of the babble, he looked at Cecilia beside him.

Her beautiful face was extremely distorted, beads of sweat were pouring out of her forehead, and her blood vessels were bulging.

Her body was sometimes tense and sometimes twitching, and the expression on her face was sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes smiling contemptuously.

Only the right arm holding the blood knife tightly remained extremely calm and motionless from beginning to end.

In the depths of her pupils, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows overlapping, hazily weaving into a strange pattern, like a scarlet X, like some kind of weird emblem!

Her body was also looming with a layer of scarlet light.

The plot in the game is unfolding in front of Ron.

Although some kind of mysterious sound was also heard, Cecilia was obviously more seriously polluted than Ron, and a scarlet luster was spreading on her originally long black hair.

Her slender and sexy body moved forward step by step, with a strange smile on her face. She gently opened her bright red lips and sang a beautiful children's song.

But that clear voice, coupled with Cecilia's current appearance, only made Ron's hair stand on end.

Taking a deep breath, Ron regained his will. He stepped forward and grabbed Cecilia's shoulder with his right hand.

He made no attempt to awaken Cecilia with words.

He knows very well that any language is pale and powerless when it is contaminated and eroded.

There is only one way to save Cecilia, the Soul Crossing Boat... Although there are still many secrets on the Soul Crossing Boat, there is no doubt that it is Ron's territory.

The Soul Crossing Boat has a mysterious power that even gods cannot easily get involved in. Once you enter the Soul Crossing Boat, you can isolate the evil god from corroding Cecilia.

But just when Ron's right hand landed on Cecilia's shoulder, a strange scene happened. The scarlet light that had almost enveloped Cecilia's body subsided like a tide, as if it sensed something.

Even the whispers in my ears no longer exist.

Ron was slightly startled by this abnormality. It was the evil god's pollution.

When did the evil god become so easy to talk to?

Subconsciously, Ron raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a huge bronze throne stained with scarlet blood.

This weird feeling only lasted for a short moment, maybe not even a second, before Ron's consciousness returned to normal.

It seemed like the evil god who was polluting Cecilia gave him a face and retreated on his own initiative.

But, he is just Ron, a scholar of ancient writing, a half-baked pastor, and a false prophet. Does he have such a great reputation?

Ron scratched his hair, not knowing why.

On the other hand, Cecilia beside her, after the evil god's erosion subsided, her body shivered violently, and her pretty face turned pale in an instant.

She didn't know what happened just now. She seemed to have entered a very strange state, with an indescribable sound echoing in her ears. Driven by this sound, there was only darkness and gloom as thick as plasma in her heart. .

She just wanted to listen to the sound of blood spurting and bones breaking, as if it was the most beautiful music in the world.

But now, the weird feeling subsided, leaving only the fear that made her whole body shiver.

With her eyes widened, Cecilia looked up at Ron, with an expression on her face that looked like she was about to cry: "Sir, I..."

Ron exhaled slowly and threw away the messy thoughts that had just appeared in his heart. He smiled at Cecilia and patted her head gently:

"I have everything."

With the same voice, Cecilia couldn't bear it anymore. Her boyfriend's betrayal, the disillusionment of years of expectations and hopes, the fear of losing control while immersed in blood, everything broke out at this time, her thin shoulders She was shaking like a little girl, crying for a moment.

Ron smiled and gently stroked Cecilia's long, silky hair, trying to bring some comfort to Cecilia:

"It's okay, it's okay."

He wasn't very comforting.

It always felt like he was not comforting a girl, but an abandoned kitten.

By the way... I'm going to cry, can you stop shaking your hands?

From the corner of Ron's eyes, he could even see the scarlet bloody knife held tightly in Cecilia's palm.

By the way, didn't the evil god give him a favor and disappear on his own initiative? Why is this bloody knife still there?

Is it possible to say that Cecilia now has the same power as in the game, but she is not as crazy as in the game?

Hey, don't move around. Really, someone could die if you're not careful.

Ron's eyes slowly moved away from the girl in his arms and fell on Malte opposite. This man didn't hear the movement on the corner, and maybe even if he heard it, he didn't care much.

He just happily hugged his engaged fiancée, introduced how perfect his new house was, and promised his fiancée that there would be a grand wedding in a few days.

Ron's eyes were a little cold.

It is worthy of being the seventeenth ranked NPC in the game that players want to kill the most.

This guy is disgusting just standing there.

Malte and Ava had already entered the house, and the man wanted to take his fiancée to see the decoration inside.

Cecilia in her arms seemed to have vented a lot of the emotions accumulated in her chest. Although her shoulders were still shaking, and her nose could be heard sniffling from time to time, at least she no longer cried like a little girl. .

She took a deep breath and reluctantly left Ron's arms. The gentleman was very gentle, but this gentleness was not an excuse for her wanton behavior.

Seeing the wet spot on the priest's robe, Cecilia's cheeks turned red: "Sorry, sir, your clothes..."

"Well..." Before Cecilia could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ron: "If Marte died in front of you now, would you still be sad?"

Cecilia was stunned for a moment, then shook her head:

"I'm not that lowly enough to feel sad for someone who has been squeezing money from me and cheating on my feelings."

How strong the love was in the past, how deep the hatred is now!

This answer was crisp and clear, worthy of the Bloody Nun.

It is indeed an existence that can be watched by evil gods.

"Then do you still want to kill him with your own hands now?" Ron raised his eyebrows and asked again.

Cecilia's breathing stagnated slightly, and there was finally a slight hesitation on her face.

Before she was awakened by Ron, she seemed to be immersed in scarlet plasma, and there was only one thought left in her chest, and that was... kill!

Kill all the hateful things that stand in front of you, leaving no one behind.

Even after being awakened by her husband, she still hated that man, and this would never change.

Ten years of deception.

Ten years of false happiness.

The destruction of ten years of expectations.

A girl, the betrayal of the purest love for ten years.

It is impossible for people who have not experienced it to understand what kind of suffering Cecilia is going through in her heart. But Cecilia also had some resistance to killing Marte.

Maybe it’s the influence of the church over the past ten years, or maybe it’s just because he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty. The most important thing is that Cecilia knows very well that she is just a serving nun. She does not have a high status or strong strength. If she really kills Malte, will it bring trouble to her husband?

Seeing Cecilia's complicated expression, Ron understood what she was thinking.

However, the resentment accumulated in the heart always needs to be vented.

There is no reason for only a girl, Cecilia, to bear this suffering!

Ron moved his arms and said, "Let's go."

"What to do?"

"kill!"

Ron's tone was light.     As if this is not a problem at all, it is as casual as going to eat.

Thinking of some random things in his mind, Ron took out the ironwood staff.

Ron likes this weapon more and more, but unfortunately only the purple one is excellent. If it can be legendary in gold, Ron will probably be able to use it for a lifetime.

The more than eighty kilogram staff spun twice briskly in Ron's palm, and then Ron threw it casually, and the ironwood staff flew towards the new house in front of him.

boom!

The more than eighty kilogram iron and wood staff, coupled with Ron's strength, even if he didn't use all his strength, the impact was definitely not something that an ordinary brick wall could withstand.

The wall collapsed instantly, sending smoke and dust everywhere.

Ron also took steps and walked forward.

Seeing her husband's actions, Cecilia froze on the spot, her eyes were moist, and she knew what her husband was going to do.

The husband is standing up for her and supporting her.

She is just a humble serving nun...

The status of serving nuns in the church is extremely low. Although they are nominally priests, in the eyes of other nuns and priests, the existence of serving nuns is like a mass of filth, tarnishing the purity of the church.

Behind-the-scenes abuse, overt rejection, and even bullying are common.

Who cares about the feelings of a serving nun?

Who will do justice to the serving nuns?

No, never.

Gerald was a good man, but as an archbishop, he had too many things to deal with, and it was impossible for him to focus on serving the nuns.

In the past ten years in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Cecilia has become accustomed to a life of being bullied and resigned...

Looking at her husband's back with blurred eyes, Cecilia bit her lip hard... For the first time in ten years, she felt the warmth of being cared for. She felt like she was being taken seriously. It turned out that someone really cared about her.

She originally wanted to stop her husband, not wanting him to get into unnecessary trouble because of her own reasons.

But Cecilia finally endured it. She remembered what her husband said: I have everything.

Putting her little hand on her chest, Cecilia felt the throbbing in her chest and silently followed her husband.

From a long distance, Ron could hear the sound of chickens and dogs jumping in the room.

"Oh God, what on earth is going on?"

"Damn, I just built a house..."

Following the hole made by the iron-wood staff, Ron got into Malte's new house. The flying dust had slowly fallen. After looking around, Ron had to admit that Malte was a man who knew how to enjoy things. people.

This brick house is very luxurious inside...at least, for this world.

The surrounding walls are painted white.

The ground beneath your feet was even paved with stone slabs.

There is a soft sofa in the living room.

On the marble coffee table, there is a set of silver water glasses and cutlery.

There is even a magic chandelier hanging from the roof that emits soft white light for a long time... Yes, it's not a kerosene lamp, it's a magic lamp.

These are definitely not things that ordinary people are willing to enjoy. Their lives are really luxurious.

His gaze swept across the room.

The four people, including the petite girl named Ava, subconsciously hid in the corner out of fear.

The two elderly people, who must be Malte's parents, looked at the wall that was smashed through and the marble coffee table that was smashed into pieces by a black stick, with distressed expressions on their faces.

As for Malte, he was furious in the middle of the hall, jumping up and down like a monkey.

At this moment, Malte finally noticed Ron's existence. The anger of his new house being destroyed made Malte almost completely lose his mind. He rushed towards Ron like a madman.

He didn't even notice Ron's priest robes at all.

The dirty claws grabbed directly at Ron's neck: "Damn bastard, you ruined my house..."

However, Ron was faster, and he grabbed one of Malte's fingers.

Break it off gently.

crunch.

Malte's index finger was directly placed on the back of his hand.

ah ah ah ah ah ah...

Fingers and hearts!

It hurts...it hurts.

Malte desperately held his right hand in his arms, his body was like a miserable worm, falling to the ground, squirming, twitching, and rolling.

The screams were more violent than ever before, and the unbearable pain made Marte's face covered with beads of sweat. The sharp and hoarse voice almost lifted the roof off.

Looking at Malte's fingers on the back of his hand, the remaining three people in the room were also horrified. It was obvious that Malte was the unlucky one, but vaguely, they seemed to have their own fingers, and they were constantly feeling pain. the illusion.

After a few seconds, Malte's parents reacted.

The middle-aged woman threw herself at her son on the ground like crazy. Seeing Cecilia coming out from behind Ron, the woman seemed to understand something. She screamed like crazy: "Cecilia, as expected, You're a bitch, I knew that my son would be in trouble if he got involved with you."

Cecilia bit her lip. Although she had already expected it, Malte's mother was completely different from before. She did not have the gentle and enthusiastic attitude before, which still made Cecilia feel strange.

Ron rubbed his forehead helplessly and looked at the woman on the ground: "Your son has lied to Cecilia for ten years..."

"How much money have you defrauded from Cecilia in the past ten years?"

The middle-aged woman scratched her neck: "So what? This woman is stupid. Didn't you just cheat her for ten years with just a little money? You actually broke off my son's finger."

"He's just a kid!"

hiss!

Ron gasped and leaned back subconsciously.

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him, he felt awe-struck.

Whether it's the earth or this world, there are such people everywhere.

It's a pity that this is not the earth!

The middle-aged man pointed at Ron with a trembling finger, his lips trembling: "You...you...you, who are you? You actually hurt my son for no reason. I'm going to report it to the official." I want to sue you..."

Ron couldn't help but laugh: "City Lord's Mansion, Serafina is my woman."

"Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Bishop Virgil is my brother!"

"Sue me? Just go ahead."

What is bullying others by force? This is bullying others by force.

The original Ron also hated this kind of behavior. After all, Malte and his parents were just ordinary people.

But now, seeing the dull expressions of Malte's parents, Ron only felt a sense of joy.

This family made Ron feel more disgusted than Herman or Snowphilip.

　Four thousand and five thousand are given. Today's update is twenty-five thousand. That's enough. That's it for today. We will start to update the reward tomorrow. Now I'm going to have a meal, sort out the extras, and post in the group at night.

　　Thank you to book friend 20201025174602424 for the reward of one thousand and five points. Thank you to Xue Yue Guhan and Jiu Lixian for the reward. Thank you for your support.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)