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

The Concealment Mask is indeed a very powerful holy relic. It may not be able to provide the wearer with powerful attribute blessings, but its ability to conceal it is almost to the extreme. Even the best and most powerful thief cannot achieve the perfection of a concealment mask.

When the tombkeeper and the angel were fighting before, Ron had been spying from a short distance, but neither the tombkeeper nor the angel was aware of Ron's existence.

Apu, who had been attracted by the mythical weapon in front of him, completely ignored Ron beside him. He just stared at the magic wand in the treasure box with a face full of obsession, stretched out his trembling right hand, and his fingers were like Just like stroking your lover's delicate skin, trace it along the length of the rod.

Just when Apu was about to grab the magic wand, a cold light appeared beside him.

Sneak attack!

Swish!

A flash of red light tore from Apu's shoulder in an instant.

The next second, only an arm was seen flying up and down in mid-air, followed by Apu's shrill scream of extreme pain.

Apu was not a gravekeeper, so even though his head was cut off, he still acted as if nothing happened. The pain of his arm being crippled went directly into his brain, constantly stimulating Apu's sensitive nerves.

This pain finally woke Apu up from his original sluggishness.

The body staggered back, blood splattered everywhere, and the face was completely twisted together, as ferocious as a ghost.

Madness, violence, anger, and shock...

Waking up from a dream in heaven is probably what it feels like now.

Ron did not directly attack Apu's fatal vital parts, although it seemed that it would be easier to kill him with one blow.

But for a being like Apu who is favored by fate, killing him with one strike is the most unsafe method. Who knows if this guy has anything special, and the means that can be used to save his life will be threatened when his own life is threatened. It is a bit difficult to understand that it is automatically triggered under certain circumstances, but Ron, who also has some special life-saving means, understands this situation very well, so he transferred the attack originally aimed at the head to his shoulders.

In comparison, this kind of injury that is not fatal will not only not trigger those life-saving passives, but can even seriously weaken the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Ron was not in a hurry to expand the victory. Instead, he walked leisurely to Apu's broken arm, picked it up, and took off a white jade ring on his finger. He had seen very clearly before that the angel was summoned through this ring.

After doing all this, Ron turned to look at Apu. Seeing Apu's expression becoming more and more shocked, unbelievable, and even angry at being fooled and betrayed, the smile on Ron's face was It becomes more and more brilliant.

"Morrison, it's you..." Apu's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, hoarse, like the growl and roar of a wild beast.

When he saw Ron, Apu's expression changed several times in just a short moment, from confusion and disbelief at first to anger after he understood everything.

This damn bastard, who had been so flattering in front of him before, probably had only one purpose, and that was to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and use his own hands to deal with that powerful old man.

I have always thought that I was cautious and smart, but because of a dragon bone, I had no doubts about this guy at all. The whole process was almost completely carried out according to this guy's plan. When he thought that he was like a puppet, being fooled by this damn bastard at will, the anger and humiliation in Apu's heart became stronger and stronger. His heart hurt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, his face turned gray. .

Ron's smile became even stronger. He even drew a pattern of a rising sun on his chest with one hand, and gave the most standard etiquette of the Church of the Dawn Goddess to Vice Pope Apu: "Vice Pope Apu, we meet again. .”

Apu was so depressed that he couldn't stop vomiting blood. After seeing that he had no use value, this bastard even added the subtitle "Pope".

Who are the people recruited by the Dawn Goddess Church?

"Long time no see, His Majesty the Vice-Pope, how are you doing these days? Well, he doesn't look very good, but it doesn't matter. He just lost an arm and won't die. That guy Ashbourne also lost an arm. , it’s not lively yet.”

Ron was smiling and acting very kindly. If he hadn't just torn off Apu's arm with a thunderbolt, anyone would have thought that this guy was a gentleman.

"Ah, speaking of which, I haven't even had time to thank His Majesty the Vice-Pope for helping me get rid of this old Tombkeeper... This guy was looking for me everywhere in the Dusk Temple, trying to kill me. It's fine now, and I don't have to worry anymore. He was killed by this old man, thank you to His Majesty the Vice-Pope for taking action."

puff!

In one sentence, Apu was so angry that he was half-dead. Blood spurted out, and almost no trace of blood could be seen on his originally handsome face.

At this moment, Ron suddenly frowned, his body tensed inexplicably, and a strange feeling suddenly surged throughout his body.

It was as if there was a line of sight that, at that moment, slid across his whole body.

Ron exhaled helplessly. He knew that the repairman's eyes were once again on him...

I thought that killing Apraun Montgomery would attract attention again, but now it seems that I have broken the fate arranged by the repairman for Apraun Montgomery. Just this, it immediately attracted prying eyes.

This feeling is really bad.

But in this way, Ron no longer needs to hesitate between killing Apu or not.

Apu stared at the young man opposite him with his eyes, and spread out a magic scroll with his only remaining hand.

It's a hymn.

As expected of a vice-pope, he was a luxury. He could use a magic scroll of this level whenever he wanted without feeling any distress at all.

The magical effect of the hymn was still very strong, and the wound on the broken arm healed quickly. Although it looked a bit ugly, at least it was no longer bleeding.

Apu didn't try to reattach the broken arm, he knew it couldn't be done.

But, there is still a chance.

As long as the dragon bone is refined into a magic potion, it will be the flesh and white bones of the living and dead. Not only can his missing eggs grow back, but his broken arm can also reappear.

Although his eyes were staring at Ron, his eyes always drifted involuntarily to the treasure chest behind Ron. Although Apu looks miserable now, he has never given up on the artifact from beginning to end.

That artifact was once so close to him. He had even touched it. He was only one step away from being able to surpass everyone in the Twilight Continent. But at this moment, Morrison, that damn bastard, actually blocked it. in front of himself.

At this moment, Apu's hatred for Morrison exceeded everything else.

Could it be said that this is also a test for the Son of Destiny? Will the test of Destiny's Child be a little too much?

"Morrison, I really underestimated you..." While thinking about how to get the artifact, Apu lowered his voice and said: "I didn't expect you to be so cunning, but betraying me like this, you're so stupid Haven’t you considered the consequences?”

"Although you have disabled one of my arms... but one arm is enough to deal with you." Apu's voice became more and more confident as he spoke.

It was just because the old guy he killed before was too strong, and because he was suddenly attacked by Morrison and lost an arm, he almost forgot about the strength gap between the two sides.

Even if he loses an arm, he is still a legendary master, and his strength has not decreased much.

Morrison on the opposite side is only a hero, so he has nothing to fight with him.

"Morrison, if you are sensible, get out of my way." Apu became more and more gloomy. He just wanted to get the artifact quickly and taste the feeling of reaching the top of the world. He was not willing to waste even a second.

Before he finished speaking, the magic power in Apu's body had even begun to surge.

The surging magic power was still terrifying, and Apu's body seemed to be surrounded by a thick gray-black fog.

But even though he was facing such powerful magic, Ron had no intention of retreating at all. Even the smile on his face did not weaken at all: "Vice Pope Apu, you are wrong about one thing. My name is not Mo." Leeson.”

"Then what's your name?" Apu asked subconsciously.

"Ron, please give me your advice!"