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

Bai Lan felt that the vision in front of him had become blurry. The backs of Ron and the other two were already hazy. There seemed to be a thick fog in front of his eyelids. Behind the fog, there seemed to be a large number of unspeakable, strange and dangerous creatures hidden.

This strange change made Bai Lan realize that she was now on the brink of extreme danger.

The power of that mysterious existence was tempting... no, not tempting, it was forcing her consciousness into a very special state.

puff.

In front of him, a strange flame suddenly sprang up.

The flame was a strange blood red color. It was just a small flame at first, but it expanded very quickly. The flame slowly turned and turned into a huge and deep vortex. Strands of long orange hair emerged from the vortex.

These hairs seemed to have their own awareness, entwining around Bai Lan.

This sudden change horrified Bai Lan. She didn't know what would happen to her. This ignorance made her even more frightened. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but she had completely lost control of her body.

She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound.

The blur in front of them had completely obscured the figures of Ron and the others, and they could no longer be seen at all.

She vaguely guessed that the space she was in seemed to have been completely isolated by this mysterious and powerful existence, and Ron and the others were completely unaware of the abnormality on their side.

There was more and more orange hair, and Bai Lan's eyes seemed unable to move freely. She didn't know what she looked like now, but she could probably guess that she might have been wrapped like a dumpling.

At this moment, as the vortex turned, the familiar, ethereal, yet gentle voice pierced directly into Bai Lan's soul:

"Bai Lan..."

Although the voice is still there, the content of the words has changed.

The other party actually knew his name... Bai Lan was not surprised by this.

After all, most of these mysterious and strange beings have some powers that ordinary people don't have. Seeing through souls and searching memories are commonplace. But what made Bai Lan a little suspicious was that in the voice calling her name, she actually felt a hint of desire, and she didn't know if it was an illusion.

There is also some anxiety.

For this mysterious existence, time seems to be very tight.

She didn't seem to have much time to waste.

"Bai Lan..." The voice called out again: "You crave power!"

It was no longer a questioning tone, but a direct confirmation.

I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense... Bai Lan denied it three times in his heart, but it was a pity that no one could hear what Bai Lan was thinking at this time. Perhaps this strange and mysterious existence heard it, but... Sorry, this existence probably didn’t care about Bai Lan’s thoughts.

As soon as the voice fell, two long orange-yellow hairs as thin as needles suddenly floated up, floating on both sides of Bai Lan's little head, and pierced into both temples.

Although the hair looked soft and delicate, it was sharper than a needle tip and harder than steel. The hair pierced through Bai Lan's skin in an instant, and the blood vessels on Bai Lan's forehead began to beat.

She could feel that the two strands of hair seemed to be stabbing and stirring frantically in her mind.

The unbearable pain made Bai Lan's originally beautiful face look hideous for a moment. The blood vessels on her face and neck became prominent one after another, densely packed like a spider web.

But no matter what kind of torture she endured, Bai Lan tried her best to control her will. She did not want her will to be lost in the torture. Her soul even tried to leave her body.

It is extremely dangerous for a soul to rashly leave the protection of the body.

Without the protection of the body, the soul is fragile.

However, for Bai Lan now, it makes no difference. After all, from the opponent's methods, Bai Lan can clearly see that the opponent has the ability to easily wipe out his soul and body.

Bai Lan didn’t know what kind of torture she would face, but she was afraid...but Bai Lan was not afraid of dying.

What she was worried about was that she might be transformed into a puppet like the Scarlet Knight, and then attack her companions under the manipulation of this mysterious being.

Therefore, even if the soul will become weak after leaving the body, Bai Lan must fight to the death.

However, just as her soul emerged from her body, a force appeared from above her head. This force was gentle but carried extremely terrifying power, which instantly pressed Bai Lan's soul back.

"You will become my beloved."

"I am...the wild god, Narbera'er!"

The mysterious voice sounded in my ears again.

Bai Lan's expression was shocked.

What kind of followers?

Aragami?

Nabeelaer?

Bai Lan's facial muscles twitched involuntarily a few times. The impact of these nouns was so strong that even Bai Lan could not resist it for a moment, and his consciousness became briefly distracted.

This time may be less than a second, but it is enough for that mysterious existence.

The next moment, strange sparks floated out of thin air in the vortex formed by the dark fire in front of him. Each spark seemed to contain countless mysterious runes, which all swarmed into Bai Lan's mind.

These strange runes were stacked on top of each other in a disorderly and irregular manner, like an ocean of knowledge with no end in sight.

The memories that a human soul can carry are limited. With so much knowledge pouring in at this moment, Bai Lan almost felt like his soul was about to be torn apart.

The extreme pain made her instinctively want to forget these symbols, but inexplicably, these symbols were like branding, deeply engraved in Bai Lan's soul, and she would never be able to forget them in this life.

His face was distorted because of this, but for some reason, perhaps because Bai Lan gradually understood the meaning of these runes, Bai Lan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing a slight smile.

On one side was a twist of pain, and on the other side was a weird smile. These expressions that shouldn't appear at the same time appeared on Bai Lan's face, making Bai Lan look very weird, like a madman.

Almost at the same time, in the fox girl clan camp hundreds of kilometers away, Bai Yuan in a tent suddenly let out a mournful cry, and his eyes instantly became dull, numb, and indifferent.

One after another strange symbols, like rapidly flashing clips in a movie, flashed quickly in the depths of Bai Yuan's pupils.

An aura of primitive, barbaric, and violent nature gradually began to emanate from Bai Yuan's body.

……

The far north.

Ron, Philomena and Niafu did not notice the change in Bai Lan.

Because of the presence of mercury lamps, there is no need to worry about Bai Lan being polluted again.

In comparison, they now have more important things to pay attention to... The evil spirit was killed, but no one knows whether this strange evil spirit will be resurrected again.

Just now Ron overdrew his energy and directly used his magical power to bring down the wrath of the Goddess of Dawn, even piercing through the glacier that was thousands of meters high. As for the evil spirit's body, it was completely shattered in an instant.

All the flesh and blood was purified.

The filth that originally covered the ice surface and the strong stench in the air disappeared completely.

There are even a large number of souls that were devoured by evil spirits, and they returned to their origins under the purification of the dawn.

Before this, although Niafu had killed evil spirits several times, never once was it as thorough as this. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but feel a little more expectant.

It would be great if this evil spirit could be eliminated so easily. Eliminating this evil spirit would also be like destroying one of the repairman's tools. Moreover, with this friendship, it should be much easier to let Bai Lan lead him into the seal of the last Twilight King.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

The evil spirit showed no signs of awakening from beginning to end, which should have been a good thing, but everyone's brows were tightly furrowed, and something was not right.

The contaminated area has not disappeared yet.

Not only that, there is even an inexplicable feeling of depression hanging over my heart. Although it is not particularly strong, it makes people feel quite uncomfortable.

Gradually, the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Ron raised his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance, his quiet pupils like the dark night sky.

He seemed to be looking at something, but Ron himself was not sure what he was looking at. He just felt as if his eyes penetrated the space and were peeking at some scene far away.

An extremely secret mausoleum appeared before his eyes.

The mausoleum is very large. Although it is called a mausoleum, it is actually more like a huge palace.

The style of the palace was very ancient. Ron was sure that it was older than any building he had seen in Granville, the Spang Theocracy, and the Orc Territory. The mausoleum-style palace, or rather the palace-style mausoleum, had countless intricate patterns engraved on its walls. The style and the style were inexplicably similar to the Temple of Dusk that he had visited before.

Perhaps, this mausoleum and the Temple of Dusk were built during the same period.

In other words, it existed at least eight thousand years ago.

Inside the palace was a huge altar, surrounded by thirteen old men with white hair and beards. They all sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering something. Ron couldn't hear their voices, but just by looking at their lip shapes, he couldn't tell what message they wanted to convey.

Judging from their lip movements, if they were really making any sound, it would be more like an indescribable and meaningless howl.

Ron didn't know who these old men were, but for some reason, he felt a strong threat from them. Even when he was just looking at them, Ron felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

Danger!

He didn't know why he saw these scenes.

When communicating with Philomena before, Ron already knew that after reaching the level of destruction, he would have some strange feelings about what would happen in the future.

This feeling can perhaps be called an innate warning.

This is not predicting the future.

Predicting the future is a more terrifying power. It is the ability to fully or partially control some things that will happen in the future.

This innate warning is a sign of danger that may befall one in the future. This warning can remind practitioners to prepare in advance, but in fact, they still know nothing about what the danger is.

Only prophets can see the future.

Before this, Ron did claim to be a prophet.

But this was actually a fraud committed by Ron using his knowledge of the game's plot.

He is not a prophet and cannot see into the future.

But as his influence on the Dusk Continent grew deeper and deeper, the direction of many things had gradually deviated from the world line that Ron knew. As the initiator, Ron might be the only one besides the repairman who knew how chaotic the world line had become.

So now, Ron basically no longer pretends to be a prophet.

But why did he see these images? Could it be that he was really going to become a true prophet this time?

Or is this the influence of the law of time?

Ron felt that the second possibility was more likely.

But, where is that mysterious mausoleum? And who are those thirteen old men who give him a strong sense of danger?

Could it be that they are the enemies that he will encounter in the future?

Obviously, the prophet is supposed to clear the fog and solve the mystery, but now Ron feels that the doubts in his heart seem to be increasing.

Also, these were clearly thirteen old men who could make him feel threatened, but what were they offering, and who were they worshipping? If he could see the scene on the altar clearly, perhaps all the mysteries in his heart would be solved.

However, when Ron looked towards the altar, he was shocked to find that there was a layer of fog covering the altar.

This layer of fog is not naturally generated, but is some special and powerful force that blocks one's perception.

Chapter 2: 10,000 words