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

Partridge wanted to live.

But can these nine hundred years really be considered living?

He is obviously a saint, with the most honorable status in the Dusk Continent, and has strength that even dragons are afraid of, but he can only hide his identity and live like a dog.

Is it really good to live like this?

Patridge was questioning himself, he wanted to find the answer from his heart.

The worst thing was that Patridge knew very well that even if he was still willing to live like a dog, how long could he live? The pursuit of the guardian of fate was becoming more and more dangerous, and the oppression brought by the repairman was becoming more and more desperate. Patridge knew that it might not be long before he would reach his limit, and then he might die.

Partridge wanted to live, to live well, and he was extremely afraid of death.

Now, there is finally an opportunity in front of him, and he will not give up no matter what.

Even if it costs a little.

Sacrifice a little bit of your soul in exchange for more powerful strength. If you can really step into the realm of God, the injuries on your soul will surely recover quickly.

Fight.

Perhaps inspired by the first generation of Dusk King, Patridge acted extremely decisively at this time. He was no longer as timid and hesitant as before. In his heart, he actually had the courage to move forward.

The thorns pierced my palms.

Blood began to flow slowly along the crown of thorns.

The next moment, Patridge suddenly raised his head and let out an extremely sharp wail. A mass of gray-black substance separated from Patridge's body and quickly merged into the crown of thorns.

That was Partridge's soul that was split again.

He once again sacrificed part of his soul, which was quickly absorbed by the crown of thorns. At this moment, Patrick's already old face looked even more haggard, and his whole body was filled with death, as if he was not far from death.

But now, Patridge had no time to care about these things. He quickly sat cross-legged, and his remaining soul quickly entered a state of cultivation.

The opportunity to feel the will of the first Dusk King is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Patrich is unwilling to relax even for a second.

There was still snow and ice all around, and not even a cedar tree or a tribe could be seen.

In fact, with Patrick's character, under normal circumstances, he should look for a safe enough place and set up a sufficiently powerful defensive magic circle. Only after ensuring that he is absolutely safe will he enter into meditation and practice.

But at this time, Patridge was obviously a little abnormal. The impact of the will of the first Dusk King on Patridge was so great that Patridge even forgot the possible dangers of practicing in the snow.

He just wanted to grasp that feeling as quickly as possible. He was worried that if he delayed a little longer, that subtle feeling would completely leave him.

Perhaps, this is what is called enlightenment?

Patridge really didn't expect that such an opportunity would come to him.

The insights brought by the will of the first Dusk King were even more exaggerated than imagined.

Even though Patridge looked half-dead now, the aura emanating from his body was becoming stronger and stronger. The surging energy was like a tsunami, raging in all directions with Patridge's location as the center.

The ice that had accumulated under Patridge for millions of years actually began to melt gradually at this moment.

Click.

Not long after, Patridge felt a crisp sound in his soul, and the realm that had trapped him for more than 900 years finally began to crack.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger...

……

the other side.

In the ice, a gray-black shadow was still moving quickly.

That is a soul.

The soul of Benavidre, the god of death.

Benavid felt that he was really unlucky recently. Who was he? He was the God of Death, a well-known figure in the heaven. He was surrounded by a large number of beautiful angels serving him. Except for those administrators, no one dared to disrespect him.

Those days could be said to be carefree and comfortable.

This time, I accepted the repairman's assignment and went to the underworld to kill several heretics.

I thought it was just an easy and effortless thing, so I just treated it as a funded trip.

The repairman gave him quite a lot of time, and Benavidt even felt that after dealing with these heretics, he didn't need to rush back, and he still had enough time to travel around the Dusk Continent.

After all, although heaven is luxurious, living in the same environment every day can be really boring.

But now, the originally well-planned travel plan was ruined. He had just found two heretics, and he encountered huge trouble when he took action for the first time.

he got hurt.

The body he possessed was destroyed.

Even his soul was seriously injured.

He was totally different from a tiny insect like a human being, who actually possessed the power to harm himself.

Until this moment, he finally understood why the repairman arranged for him to enter the Dusk Continent. He was really stupid. If it was really a simple enemy, the repairman only needed to make a little arrangement, and there would naturally be countless lackeys on the Dusk Continent to help the repairman solve the problem. How could the repairman be willing to pay a huge price to tear a hole in the barrier between the heaven and the Dusk Continent and send his soul down?

Those two people are really cunning.

When Benavidt thought of the two heretics, Ron and Philomena, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.

After his physical body was destroyed, he hid his soul in the ice several hundred meters deep, quietly spying on the movements outside. As long as the two of them were not careful and revealed the slightest flaw, his soul would take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and occupy the other's physical body.

He was very interested in Ron's physical body.

Although it was only a brief fight, Benavid could already see that Ron's body was extremely strong, possibly the strongest body in the entire Dusk Continent. Although not as strong as a god, it was definitely stronger than an ordinary angel.

If I could obtain Ron's body, I wouldn't dare say that I could exert 100% of his strength, but I would definitely be able to exert 20% or at least 10% of his strength.

Benavid believed that as long as he could exert 10% of his strength, no one in the vast Dusk Continent would be able to stop him, and a mere heretic could be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

If all else fails, Philomena's physical body will do.

Although she is a woman, to the gods, there is not much difference between men and women, and they do not have particularly strong concepts about gender.

Moreover, although Philomena's physical strength is slightly inferior to Ron's, she controls the law of regeneration. With a body supported by this law, it is enough for Benavid to fully release his own strength.

But damn it, Philomena had been recovering from her injuries, and Ron had been guarding by her side the entire time, very vigilant, not giving Benavid any chance to attack.

Benavid became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. After hovering there for a few minutes, he finally had no choice but to leave in disgrace.

But now, there is still a problem facing Benavid, that is, he must find a suitable body for himself as soon as possible. Without a body as a support, his soul will be increasingly rejected by the Dusk Continent.

The feeling was extremely strange, as if there was some mysterious force squeezing his body from all directions, trying to squeeze him out of the Dusk Continent.

Benavid didn't even dare to resist. Any act of resistance on his part would inevitably lead to double exclusion, which would be a direct challenge to the rules of the Dusk Continent. Even if he was a god, he would definitely not have a good ending.

He could only bear it passively.

As the force of exclusion grew stronger, when his soul could no longer bear it, it was time for him to leave the Dusk Continent.

The force of exclusion may reach its peak in less than an hour.

If it were in the human world, this would not be a big deal at all. In the human world, or even in the elves' world, there are lives everywhere. He could easily parasitize his soul on a certain life and take over the other's body.

Then, with the possessed body as the core, he absorbs a large amount of the life and blood of his own kind to temper this body, and tempers this body to a level that is barely suitable for fighting.

But this is the orc territory, the northern border.

The North is famous for its vast land and sparse population, with an extremely low population density.

It is really a big challenge to find a body in the snow within an hour.

Benavid's soul had already left from under the ice and was sliding along the surface. He spread his soul as far as possible so that his perception could search a wider area.

At first glance, there seemed to be a black mist above the ice, moving rapidly like a rolling dark cloud.

As time passed, feeling the rejection increasing, Benavid became more and more anxious. He had been searching for a long time, but had not found any living creatures.

It was a vast place, like hell, without any living creatures.

At the beginning, Benavid even tried to find a living human or orc to serve as his body, but gradually, Benavid was no longer qualified to be picky.

He doesn't care about anything anymore.

As long as it was a living thing, anything would be fine, whether it was a human, an orc, a snow bear, a snow wolf, a snow rabbit, even a dog or a bug; as long as he could allow his soul to enter it and escape the rules of the world a little, Benavid was willing to do it.

But again, this is the North.

The most precious and rarest thing here is life.

Even though Benavid's soul had explored a large area, he couldn't find even a single insect. Of course, in this snowy and icy place, it was estimated that no insect could survive.

Benavid's soul trembled as he thought of the repairman's angry roar and possible punishment after he returned empty-handed.

Although the administrators are quite nice to the gods below, they have also formulated various strict rules for these gods. If the rules are violated, there will be severe punishment.

Failure to complete the tasks assigned by the administrator is the most important rule that cannot be violated.

Benavid's soul became more and more panicked and anxious. He tried desperately to urge his soul to explore more areas. He didn't want to go back in disgrace and be punished by the repairman.

Perhaps his prayers were heard by heaven. Just when Benavid was almost in despair, his extended spiritual consciousness actually discovered a life.

He was an old man with white hair and beard, and his whole body was like wrinkled tree bark. He was sitting cross-legged on the ice, apparently practicing.

One look at this old man tells you that he doesn't have much time left to live, as he exudes a strong aura of death.

Under normal circumstances, Benavid would naturally look down on such a body, but in this situation, Benavid has no choice.