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

Virgil and Serafina naturally knew each other.

All kinds of work and entertainment in daily life are indispensable for communication.

Virgil glanced at Serafina next to him, nodded slightly, and said hello, but the words in his mouth stopped abruptly. Although Ron and Seraphina walked out of the hotel together and even flirted wantonly at the door, it seemed like they had just had an in-depth communication.

However, Virgil couldn't tell what position Serafina was in. In this case, Vergil would not let Serafina know too many secrets.

Serafina is not stupid either. She smiled slightly: "Bishop Virgil, Mr. Ron, please take your time and chat. The law enforcement team still has some things to deal with. I'll first..."

"No, Serafina, you stay."

"The situation that Larnaca City will face next cannot be solved by just one branch of the Dawn Goddess Church." Ron said quietly.

Serafina's eyes froze slightly. She remembered that Ron had called himself a prophet before and said that the city of Larnaca would be destroyed.

Virgil frowned slightly.

Originally, in Vergil's eyes, he and Ron had formed a group. He and Ron were the core of the group, plus Irelia at most.

But in this situation, Ron obviously wants to bring Serafina into the team... He feels a little uncomfortable. After all, he and Serafina belong to different forces, and they are the leaders of political power and theocracy. The contradiction between them is irreconcilable.

But since this was Ron's decision as a prophet, Virgil couldn't refuse.

Returning to the hotel opposite, I still sat down by the window.

Around the round table, the three of them sat in an equilateral triangle, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing. Vergil and Serafina were harmonious on the surface but full of internal conflicts, while Ron was nominally a member of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, but he was also in harmony with them. Serafina has an ambiguous relationship and can be regarded as a mediator between the two.

"Ahem..." Ron broke the silence: "Serafina, I know you have many questions in your mind, just ask."

Serafina exhaled slightly, her smooth forehead wrinkled, and she no longer hesitated: "Are you really a prophet?"

This is the core of all issues, and everything discussed next is based on this point.

Ron smiled slightly and didn't answer.

Vergil, who was next to him, had already spoken: "Miss Serafina, there is no need to doubt that Ron does have the ability to see into the future."

Virgil chanted the prophetic poem that Ron had written before, which made Ron a little embarrassed, and it felt like dark history was being revealed.

"Brother Ron accurately predicted various situations such as the sun being swallowed, the world falling into darkness, the emergence of the Golden City, etc. This is enough to prove Brother Ron's ability."

Serafina nodded. Ron had also said what Snowphilippe wanted to say before Snowphilippi spoke.

"Brother Ron, he also predicted that a great race will wither and the Twilight Continent will usher in disaster."

Virgil continued: "These two prophecies are being confirmed little by little, especially the first one."

"Archbishop Gerald has left Larnaca City a long time ago and is currently at the church headquarters." Virgil's expression became extremely depressed: "The information the archbishop sent back through the secret technique is not very good."

Serafina's expression also became serious: "How?"

"The Golden City appears in the sky above Dragon Valley. The Dragon Clan naturally regards the Golden City as their own property. They have sealed off the nearby area and strictly prohibit other races from approaching."

"Archbishop Gerald went to the headquarters of the Church of the Dawn Goddess as quickly as possible. Through the church's senior officials, he conveyed the information that the Dragon Clan might be in crisis to the Dragon Clan and expressed his willingness to provide help."

Virgil spread his hands: "As you know, the dragon clan is proud and arrogant. Those big lizards with wings are not as smart as their strength... No dragon will take the church's warning to heart."

"Actually, they quite like that giant city. They don't think there is any danger in the giant city at all, or they firmly believe that even if there is any danger, they are strong enough to deal with it."

"In the eyes of the dragon, that golden, shiny, majestic and huge city is worthy of the identity of the dragon clan. They want to take the golden city as their own and become the royal city of the dragon clan."

"They tried to enter the Golden City, but there seemed to be some mysterious force blocking the Golden City, making it difficult to break through."

"So the Dragon Clan chose to use the simplest and most brutal means to solve the Golden City... They gathered hundreds of giant dragons and tried to use dragon breath to break the blockade of the giant city."

"Then what?" Serafina became interested and urged.

"Then, they all died." Virgil exhaled: "Their huge mountain-like bodies turned into fine powder, staining the sky with blood."

"The Seine River near the Dragon Valley is dyed scarlet."

Serafina subconsciously sat up straight, her expression more solemn than ever before. She was a dragon.

That is truly the strongest person in the entire Twilight Continent.

Even young dragons that are just a few days old have catastrophic power, and even adult dragons, at their worst, can reach heroic levels.

Such a powerful being gathered hundreds of giant dragons, but not only failed to break the blockade of the Golden City, but they all even died?

What is the origin of this giant city, and why can it release such terrifying power?

Serafina subconsciously looked at Ron next to her, only to find that Ron was just smiling enigmatically, as if she had expected this outcome.

The elegant neck swallowed: "Then..."

Virgil smiled bitterly: "The Dragon King was furious and gathered thousands of powerful dragons, preparing to take action in a week to completely destroy the blockade outside the Golden City."

Serafina smiled bitterly.

It is indeed the most barbaric race.

Although the dragon clan is the ruler of the Twilight Continent, it does not represent the ruled life. They have much respect for the dragon... They are more afraid of the power of the dragon.

As for wisdom... By the way, does the dragon have such a thing?

The death of hundreds of giant dragons will not scare the dragons. On the contrary, it will stimulate the wildness of the dragons. Since hundreds of giant dragons can't handle it, then thousands!

All problems that can be solved by violence are not problems.

After Virgil finished speaking, both of them turned their attention to Ron. They both wanted to know what the prophet thought of the current situation.

The smile on Ron's face faded slightly, and he glanced at the Golden City, which was still clear even from a long distance away, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "The end of the Dragon Clan... has arrived."

Gudong!

Even though they had expected it, Virgil and Serafina's expressions still changed.

That is the Dragon Clan, the most powerful existence that has ruled the entire world for thousands of years. How could it be possible to usher in the end so easily?

Ron's fingers rubbed the wine glass in front of him: "Firgil, tell them that the blockade outside the Golden City is a long-lost magic circle. No one knows the name of the magic circle... but it may be called infinite rebound. Magic circle?"