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

Chapter 98 Melville was so angry that he vomited blood! (Four thousand words plus updates)

Rain of Divine Light Swords!

Wild thrust!

Two roars sounded almost simultaneously.

By the window, Issa opened his hands, and densely packed lightsabers fell towards Ron's position like raindrops.

At the door, Melville's body turned into a stream of light, holding a spear, and stabbed directly in the narrow room that was not suitable for knights to fight.

In an instant, the sharp gun tip was almost touching Ron's body.

Just then, Ron snapped his fingers.

Extreme dodge!

The next moment, Ron's body suddenly twisted in an incredible way, retreating two meters in an extremely subtle arc, avoiding attacks from the left and right.

The dense rain of divine light swords shrouded Melville.

It seemed as if Melville took the initiative to bear the magic, and as if Issa's attack was prepared for Melville.

when!

when!when!when!when!

The head of the gun was filled with bright red light, and the divine light sword rain shattered one by one.

Ron's position was not far from the window, and the spear head that had just shattered the sword rain was pierced directly into Isa's chest. It seemed that that was his original target!

Although Ron looked down on Melville, he had to admit that Melville was really very powerful.

He is younger than Serafina, but stronger than Serafina.

Of course, only he himself knows how much water Melville, the so-called once-in-a-century genius of the Copperfield family, has.

As the only legitimate son of the family, Melville has had high hopes since he was a child. He is loved by the entire family and has never stopped using various magical medicines in practice. To put it bluntly, Melville has a large part in his strength. They were all caused by taking magic potions.

However, whether Melville worked hard on his own or poured it out with magic potion, strength is strength.

Issa's extremely powerful Divine Light Sword Rain was easily shattered. The sharp spear head was wrapped in red flames and pushed directly into the chest of the Hell Judge, trying to kill the Hell Judge with one shot.

Melville was completely convinced that if he didn't kill this cleric, he would have no chance of killing Ron.

When I thought of this, the magic power in my body was mobilized again, and the red light above the gun head gradually evolved into a ferocious thing like a dragon's head.

Faintly, you can even hear the roar of the fire dragon.

Issa's face also changed drastically, and a ball of light suddenly burst out in his originally cloudy eyes. It seemed that it was absolutely impossible to kill Ron without killing this heroic knight.

After all, this guy was Ron's biological brother, and there was no way he could just watch his brother being killed.

It has to be said that Issa and Melville are a perfect match, and their spirits are highly compatible.

Issa's lips moved quickly. For a powerful person like the Hell Judge, the magic spell didn't even need to be chanted.

His hands quickly opened, and a dazzling light burst out from the front of his chest, condensing into a shining light shield.

boom……

The next moment, Melville's gun head exploded against the light shield.

There was a violent impact, followed by a violent roar that dispersed instantly.

The glass and windows in the room were shattered into pieces in an instant, the curtains were twisted into pieces, and the magic chandelier on the ceiling exploded.

The surging energy surged through the room like a tsunami, and wherever it went, there were dense cracks on the solid walls.

In the room, the temperature soared suddenly, and the space in front of me seemed to be inexplicably distorted.

Melville's unreserved attack was too much for even the Inquisitor of Hell to withstand. The light shield cracked and his whole body was blown away.

After flying for dozens of meters, he reluctantly stopped. His body hovered in mid-air, trembling suddenly, and a trace of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Melville's palms were also numb and his mouth was cracked.

Seeing Issa being knocked away, he didn't even take this opportunity to kill Ron. He seemed to be worried that when he turned around to kill Ron, he would be attacked by the cleric. He wanted to kill Ron, but between killing Ron and his own life, Melville undoubtedly valued the latter more. The worst thing is that Ron disappeared, and for a while, he couldn't be found. Melville could only focus on Issa.

The sole of his foot stomped hard on the ground, and with a bang, the floor cracked instantly. Melville's body was ejected directly from the window, and the spear came out of his hand, like a meteor flying across the sky, towards the Inquisitor of Hell. .

Boom...boom...boom...

This is a battle between magicians and knights.

Brilliant magic and ferocious martial arts roared.

Compared with the current conflict, the previous assassinations of the second-generation nobles against the imperial guards and executioners were nothing short of childish. The violent attacks even shook the building of the Sykes Hotel.

The entire building was crumbling, as if it might collapse at any time.

Many guests staying in the hotel could not bear this fear and fled from the guest rooms in panic, not even taking care of their luggage. The waiter also yawned and slowly put away the gold coins, silver coins and copper plates in the cabinet. Tuntun followed the flow of people and walked outside.

Only Ron, after dispelling the invisibility spell that Charlene had cast on him, stayed in the room very quietly, completely ignoring the light flashing outside the window from time to time. He even prepared a cup of coffee for himself leisurely, and then slowly walked away. He walked to the window, glanced at the movement outside the window, and Ron opened his mouth: "Don't fight anymore."

With only his own voice echoing in the empty room, Ron felt a little embarrassed without anyone to compliment him.

He even pulled up a chair and sat at the window to talk.

From the perspective of absolute strength and realm, it is obvious that Melville is slightly higher than Issa... really only a little bit, not too much, one star and two stars.

However, in terms of actual combat experience, Issa far surpasses Melville.

Melville is like a raging giant ape, causing smoke and dust wherever he goes.

Issa is like an insidious snake, and a counterattack from time to time can pose a considerable threat to Melville.

Charlene appeared quietly behind Ron.

At any time, this woman was like a ghost walking in the darkness, never making any movement. The broken glass reflected Charlene's sexy body under her tight leather jacket.

Seeing the owner sitting peacefully at the window, Charlene felt an inexplicable fear in her heart.

It was as if what sat there was not a person, but a cunning demon, toying with the fate of others.

Obviously these two people came to kill him, but because of his simple plan and one sentence, he started fighting first, and they were still fighting to the death.

Is this really a prophet, a follower of the goddess of dawn?

Why does it feel like this guy is more like a descendant of the God of Shadow and Deception?

"Now...Charlene, who do you think can win between the two of them?" Ron asked abruptly.

Charlene silently turned her gaze to the two people who were fighting fiercely outside: "Judge."

In Charlene's view, this was normal. Although Melville showed greater strength, this fighting method caused extremely serious damage to magic power, and he could not last long.

On the contrary, the judge, although he looks very embarrassed, consumes very little magic power, and the situation will be reversed in a short time.

"Let's make a bet. I bet Melville will win." Ron raised his eyebrows and said.

Charlene rolled her eyes at Ron. He was a prophet. She was not stupid enough to bet with a prophet, but she couldn't help but asked: "Why?"

"Because of the gun in Melville's hand."

Ron drank the coffee in his hand and said quietly.

That gun is not only a purple-gold epic weapon, but also a holy relic.

That is the heirloom weapon of the Copperfield family. When this gun appears in Melfield's hands, it basically means that the Copperfield family has recognized that this is the patriarch of the next generation of the family.

As expected of his legitimate son, he is so loved. This gun is called Aeg's Fang.

The main forging material is the teeth of the nine-headed python Ayiger. At the same time, a trace of the remaining soul of the nine-headed python Ayiger is sealed in the gun body.

Once the remnant soul is released, Aig's fangs will burst out with terrifying power, infinitely close to legendary weapons.

Of course, this move also places a huge burden on itself... It seems that Melville won't be able to hold on for long.

laugh!

Spears shot across the air.

The red flame clearly divided the space in front of him into two layers: upper and lower.

The extreme scorching heat caused the surrounding space to distort.

The Hell Judge's body crackled and shattered like glass.

Melville felt agitated, over-stimulating his magic power, and Melville's face turned red. He could feel how serious the consumption in his body was.

But what makes Melville even more irritated is that even though he has used everything he has learned throughout his life, he has not been able to cause too serious harm to the Inquisitor of Hell from beginning to end.

This guy, who is not a magician, is simply a damn flea, jumping around, no matter how embarrassed he looks, he can escape within the slightest chance.

It's really impossible to dodge, but you can still resist it with the Dawn Shield.

On the contrary, because of several sneak attacks by the Hell Judge, the armor on his body was full of cracks.

It can't go on like this!

Seeing the body of the Inquisitor of Hell shattered like a mirror, Melville shook his spear, swung his carbine back, and stabbed behind him with the tip of the spear habitually.

This kind of scene has appeared countless times, and Melville is used to it.

But soon, Melville's expression changed slightly. The tip of the gun did not touch anything, and he did not notice the slightest fluctuation of magic power behind him.

Before he had time to react, a figure suddenly appeared on the right side. It was none other than Isa, the Judge of Hell who had disappeared before.

With a flick of his finger, the magic that had been prepared was instantly released, and a beam of light shot out at an extremely fast speed.

With a pop, Melville's body trembled suddenly, and a small hole was penetrated in his waist. There were traces of burned flesh and blood near the hole.

One waist was wasted.

Melville's face instantly turned pale.

And Isa will not waste even a second at this time. His hands have been opened, and his lips are moving quickly, which means that the next powerful magic is coming.

The situation is not good.

The injuries on his body were very serious. If he could not receive timely treatment, he might not be able to save his waist.

Melville's heart skipped a beat, he turned the spear in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Eiger's fangs, free."

hum...

Red chains suddenly emerged from the spear.

The next moment, there was a snap and all the chains shattered.

Black phantoms of giant pythons suddenly appeared from the spears. They opened their bloody mouths and exposed their sharpest fangs.

Like a black storm, it swept forward.

Isa's expression changed drastically.

He instinctively felt the danger, and the magic he was preparing stopped instantly, and he wanted to use the magic of mirror travel that he had used many times before to escape from here.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the narrow eyes of a giant python were already staring at him, and Issa's lips and neck instantly turned into pale stone.

petrochemical.

The magic was forcibly interrupted.

The next moment, the remaining eight giant pythons wrapped themselves around and tightened immediately.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

All of a sudden, a heart-wrenching sound was heard.

An unknown number of bones were directly crushed by the giant python. The Hell Judge's body was distorted into shape, and blood clots with internal organs fragments were continuously sprayed out from his open mouth.

The open mouth kept moving back and forth across the body of the Inquisitor of Hell, taking away a piece of bright red flesh with each pass.

Not long after, the majestic Judge of Hell was devoured by nine giant pythons.

The nine giant pythons returned, and the red chains appeared on the gun body again.

In mid-air, there was a bloody wind.

Melville's body finally landed on the ground. He gasped for breath and could feel the emptiness in his body. Freeing Aig's fangs consumed a lot of blood, making Melville's face extremely pale.

But no matter what, this damn cleric, Ron's lackey, was finally killed.

When he took a break, Ron would be the next to die.

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully surviving the Vice Pope's revenge and receiving the mission reward: free control attribute points +500! 】

Ron finally stood up: "It's time for us to take the stage."

He jumped up and jumped out of the window.

Looking around, it was a mess.

Criss-crossing ravines cover the ground.

The walls of the hotel were full of cracks, and even worse, they collapsed.

It was indeed a conflict between two heroic masters. Even if it was just the aftermath of the battle, the destructive power was exaggerated.

Hearing the movement behind him, Melville turned around suddenly and stared at Ron, his scarlet eyes filled with intense hatred.

Especially when he saw the ghost assassin Charlene behind Ron, his eyes narrowed even more, and a bad feeling emerged in his heart. Now, he no longer has the strength to deal with a heroic master.

Compared with the distortion on Melville's face, Ron's expression looked particularly soft. He was smiling and even opened his arms: "Oh, Melville..."

"I sincerely thank you for killing Judge Isa of Hell."

"What?" Melville didn't react for a moment.

He didn't understand why Ron wanted to thank him?

Isn't this priest his bodyguard? He killed his bodyguard, and he actually thanked himself in return?

Is there something wrong with this guy’s brain?

Ron looked surprised: "Eh? Don't you know, I killed the only son of the Vice-Pope of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, this Inquisitor of Hell, but the Vice-Pope specially arranged to kill me..."

Melville's eyes suddenly widened.

The next second, he felt a tightness in his chest, opened his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood.

　The fourth chapter is 4,000 words, and I will continue to add updates for the leader of the boss. The current update is 14,000, and there will be another chapter later.

　　

　

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