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

Chirping.

Along with a strange sound, at the moment the impact spread out, a layer of dense, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and the space was almost completely shattered.

Just from this scene, one can see the power contained in Ron's dragon claws and the attacker's sharp claws.

Someone is attacking!

After all, Philomena is not an ordinary woman. She will not allow herself to be immersed in shyness. The moment she felt the sharp claw, Philomena came to her senses. The Death Piercing Spear that Ron had just returned to her had appeared in her palm at some point. Without any hesitation, she used the force of Ron dragging her to spin, and stabbed the Death Piercing Spear in her hand towards the back.

"Collapse!"

This shot was quite sharp.

The moment it was stabbed out, a spiral mist immediately appeared on the tip of the gun, like a terrifying whirlpool, instantly shattering the surrounding space and heading straight for the chest of the shallow figure that had just emerged.

The attacker didn't seem to expect Philomena to react so quickly. He just let out a soft "hmm", but it was obvious that the attacker was extremely confident in his own strength.

The sharp claw that was intercepted by Ron before was just lifted up lightly, and one claw lightly touched the tip of the gun.

Ding!

This time the sound was unusually sharp.

The sounds seemed to have turned into sharp blades, cutting through the surroundings with a hissing sound, and a large area of ​​space was like a piece of silk cloth that was cut into pieces.

Ron pulled Philomena back a step, his face a little solemn. Just when he clashed with the attacker, Ron could feel the opponent's strong energy pouring into his body, and his meridians were almost shattered instantly.

Fortunately, Ostara's heart was still there, and all the injuries were healed in one heartbeat.

But this confrontation was enough for Ron to realize that the opponent's strength was still above his.

Philomena didn't gain any advantage in her fight with the enemy. With a string of sparks, the Gun that Pierces Death was lifted up high in the air. The entire gun was trembling with a buzzing sound. Philomena's palm was also in pain, and the Gun that Pierces Death almost slipped out of her hand.

After noticing the presence of the enemy, Philomena immediately controlled her chaotic thoughts, quietly distanced herself from Ron, and formed an encirclement that was not really an encirclement for the enemy.

"Tsk tsk, you are indeed a prophet."

"As expected of the blasphemer's bloodline."

There were some slight exclamations from not far ahead.

The voice was a little hoarse, with a tone that was hard to tell whether it was sincere praise or mockery. The shadow became clearer and more solid. Finally, when the shadow appeared completely in front of him, Ron frowned.

It was a tall male.

There is a pair of pure white wings behind him. If it weren't for the eagle-like claws on his hands, Ron would even doubt whether this guy is an angel.

This is a wingman.

That face is very familiar. Who else could it be but Noctis?

When they were with the bear people, Noctis dodged in advance and never appeared again. In addition, Noctis had previously given Ron a substitute doll. Considering that this guy was so sensible, Ron did not kill Noctis.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Noctis appeared in front of him again.

No, this guy is not Noctis.

Ron silently looked at the figure opposite him and quickly made a judgment in his heart that the real Noctis had died long ago and his body should have been occupied by another soul.

First of all, although Noctis’ strength is okay, he is only at the legendary level, and the strength displayed by Noctis in front of him is probably not inferior to that of Patridge.

No matter how talented Noctis is or how much luck he has, it is impossible for him to make such a big improvement in such a short time.

Secondly, it is Noctis’ temperament.

The real Noctis has an arrogant and domineering personality, but when facing someone stronger than himself, he can immediately kneel down and admit defeat.

But the Noctis in front of him was different. His eyes were sinister, cruel and crazy. When Noctis's gaze swept over him, Ron even felt a creepy feeling, as if that was not a living being at all, but a pure monster without any emotions.

Ghost!

Noctis' body had long been occupied by another more powerful soul. As for his original soul, it was probably absorbed, swallowed up, or crushed and completely disappeared the moment it was occupied.

Tsk.

I didn't expect that even if I let Noctis go, this guy still couldn't escape.

This is body possession.

However, normally, when a soul just takes over another body, because it has to adapt to the new body, no matter how powerful it is, it will enter a period of weakness and its strength will be greatly reduced.

But this guy, even in his weakened state, has strength comparable to that of a demigod like Patridge.

How terrifying was this guy's strength before he took over another's body?

Some thoughts flashed through Ron's mind instantly, and his eyes silently stared at Noctis in front of him. After careful observation, Ron could clearly see that around Noctis' body, he could vaguely see traces of gray-black traces, like silk-like ashes, or like strange hair growing on the body, swaying gently in the biting cold wind.

His face is very white.

It's that kind of sickly, unhealthy paleness.

It was like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Even though he was standing in front of me, I couldn't feel any anger at all.

His eyes were like two black whirlpools that seemed to be able to suck people's souls in.

Looking at Noctis in front of him, Ron Fuzhixin raised his eyelids and said, "You are... the God of Death Benavid!"

The Pantheon records all gods, whether they are evil or righteous, including the god of death Benavid. The most obvious features of Benavid are the black hair all over his body and the pair of eyes that are like whirlpools that can devour souls.

Among the many righteous gods, the God of Death Benavid ranks in the middle. His authority is somewhat close to that of the God of the Dead, and he has quite good methods against souls.

At this moment, Ron finally understood why Noctis was still so powerful after being possessed by someone, even comparable to the demigod Patridge... No, the real combat power of the death god Benavid after being possessed by someone else might be even stronger than Patridge. At least, Benavid would not be as timid as Patridge, who would flee when encountering a slightly stronger enemy.

From this point of view, the mechanic wanted to kill him, but couldn't do it himself. Maybe he didn't meet certain conditions, and he couldn't even arrange for his gods to take action personally. He could only find a way to let the god's soul descend on a host. Although it was a possession of the body, the god's strength would be severely weakened, but he would still have a very terrifying power. Perhaps in the mechanic's view, using this trick combined with the evil spirit to kill Ron was a sure thing, and basically there would be no accidents.

As soon as these words were spoken, Philomena's face changed drastically.

Death, Benavid?

god?

This guy in front of me is actually a god?

Although Philomena had encountered many powerful enemies over the course of nearly a thousand years, this was the first time she had encountered a true god.

Subconsciously, Philomena tightened her grip on the weapon in her hand. She was well aware of how much her existence was unacceptable to these high-ranking guys.

Benavid originally wanted to show off in front of Ron and Philomena, but he didn't expect that Ron would call him by his name. He was stunned for a moment and even forgot to answer.

Seeing Benavid's appearance, Ron also frowned.

On the one hand, for Ron now, gods are indeed difficult to deal with.

Even in the state of possessing another's body, the power of the god is still so strong that it is despairing.

On the other hand, Ron felt particularly uncomfortable with the current Benavid.

According to Zhou Yang and Elsa, the so-called gods are just a group of puppets who have great power but no intelligence. They have no self-awareness, no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and they always have a cold face.

The gods rebelled for the first time, and a large number of gods died in the war.

There are still some gods who could not be rescued and still remain in heaven.

It is said that after the first and second wars of the gods, the administrators in heaven should have been more strict with the remaining gods. They should have brainwashed these gods frequently to ensure that these gods would not develop any self-will.

But why, looking at Benavidre now, Ron could clearly see pride and surprise on Noctis' face and in his eyes?

This is obviously an emotional reaction that only a living being with self-will would have. Could it be that the administrators of heaven have changed their attitude towards the gods and adopted other means to control the gods?

Ron was confused, but it was a pity that there was obviously no answer to this question. At least Benavid in front of him would not give Ron an answer.

There was only a hint of surprise on the face of the Grim Reaper. His whirlpool-like eyes stared at Ron quietly, as if he could see through everything about him. After a long while, Benavid suddenly laughed, "Ron, you are indeed someone that the repairman pays special attention to. You actually know my name."

"Since you know of my existence, you should understand that you are nothing but ants in front of me." Benavid said proudly, "I am kind-hearted and don't want to kill anyone myself. I will give you a decent death. You two can commit suicide. You can leave your bodies intact and save me the trouble."

Benavid has absolutely none of the qualities that a god should have.

Although he has great strength, his behavior is just like the arrogant and domineering second generation of nobles in the royal city.

These words made Ron and Philomena look at each other in bewilderment. Even Ron began to seriously doubt his own judgment. Is this guy really a god?

Could it be that he is a psychopath who came out from some corner?

You are the god of death, how dare you say that you are kind?

Do you really have such a nerve to ask others to commit suicide right away?

If it was you, the real body of the God of Death, who came to the mortal world, perhaps you really could decide life and death with a single word. But now you, Benavid, are just a body that has been possessed by another person, and your strength is only one tenth of what it was before. Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?

Ron felt a little headache. He raised one hand and rubbed his temple. Two seconds later, he looked at Benavidre again: "Sir Death, excuse me for asking you a question..."

"Ask." Benavid said generously.

He felt that as a god, he should show tolerance towards these ant-like lives in the lower world.

Ron pointed to his head: "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

"Why don't you go see a doctor? Early diagnosis and early treatment are the best options. If you wait until the late stage, it will be too late. Oh, I know a doctor. Although he's a veterinarian, his skills are quite good. Would you like me to introduce him to you?"