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

In Bai Lan's words, the iceberg is the Temple of the God of Desolation.

Although in the eyes of the others, the iceberg and the palace had almost no connection at all, but considering that the Wilderness God Sect had been abandoned for more than 7,000 years, no matter what happened in such a long time, it seemed nothing strange.

Anyway, I finally saw the goal.

Everyone in the group was slightly shocked and quickened their pace again.

This is Bai Lan. Since she took over as the clan leader of the fox girls, she has gone to the Temple of the God of Wilderness seven times to worship the God of Wilderness, so she is quite familiar with the routine.

If it were anyone else, even if they had a very detailed map, they would definitely get lost in this beautiful snow-covered scenery.

Although the iceberg looked very close, it was actually still some distance away. After spending about another quarter of an hour, the group of seven finally reached the front of the iceberg. Only when they got right in front of it could they feel how majestic this iceberg was.

Looking up, the crystal clear iceberg is at least a thousand meters high and stretches for hundreds of meters in front, behind, left and right.

Bai Lan didn't say anything more. She walked straight to the front of the iceberg and placed one hand on it, letting the bone-chilling cold flow into her body through her palm. She was carefully sensing the location of the real entrance.

Although Bai Lan would leave a mark at the entrance every time he came to worship the God of Wilderness, unfortunately, in such bad weather, the mark would be completely erased in a short time.

A trace of energy flowed along Bai Lan's fingers and gradually penetrated into the iceberg. After a few breaths, Bai Lan found the entrance.

She stretched out her right hand, and a small wound appeared out of thin air on the tip of her index finger. Drops of bright red blood oozed out of the wound, like crystal clear gems. Before the blood solidified, Bai Lan quickly smeared the blood on the wall of the iceberg. Not long after, a bright red secret magic circle appeared on the wall.

Soon, complex symbols emerged on the secret magic circle. These symbols were connected together in a strange way, layer upon layer, and actually formed a door.

And this door soon resonated with the iceberg, and the tall iceberg began to tremble slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the symbols continued to expand and extend, and an illusory, translucent door gradually appeared on the iceberg that was a thousand meters high and hundreds of meters wide.

Through this gate, one can vaguely see that there is a huge black mausoleum inside.

When seeing this scene, everyone was a little surprised. No one expected that the temple of the God of Wilderness would be designed like a mausoleum.

As if seeing the confusion in everyone's hearts, Bai Lan slowly explained: "It is said that the design of the Temple of the God of Wilderness is like this because it is an oracle given by the God of Wilderness to believers in a dream."

"During the war that destroyed the Dusk Dynasty, a god who was on good terms with the God of Wilderness died in the war. This god had no believers, no one buried him, no one offered sacrifices to him, and no one worshipped him. So the God of Wilderness designed his own temple to look like a mausoleum to bury his good friend."

“So, among the seven orthodox religions, the Temple of the God of Desolation is the strangest and most mysterious one.”

As he spoke, Bai Lan took a step forward.

The iceberg in front clearly did not have any damage, and the gate was just a shadow floating on the surface of the iceberg, as if it was just an illusion, but Bai Lan's body easily penetrated the illusory gate.

Just like passing through a layer of water waves, the scene in front of his eyes was just a slight blur, and Bai Lan's figure had already reached the inside of the iceberg, a dark and deep area.

Ron and the others looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

I have to say, this design is really quite ingenious.

Several people hurriedly followed from behind.

When passing through the door of illusion, there was a moment of weightlessness like on a roller coaster, but this feeling only lasted for a short moment and soon returned to normal.

From the outside, the interior of the iceberg seems dark and deep, but when you really get inside, you will find that it is not the case at all. What appears in front of you is a spiral road, with thick and solid black ice on both sides of the road.

Right on the ground, there were waist-thick icicles with orange lights burning above them.

This mysterious ice might have been collected from the deepest part of the ice layer. It was extremely solid and could not tolerate any fire. Even though there were flames surrounding the icicles, there was no sign of melting. Under the reflection of the icicles and the flames, there was actually a different kind of beauty.

No one knew what kind of fuel was placed in the depression dug out above the icicle. It had clearly been burning for thousands of years, but there was no sign of it drying up.

The orange light shuttled through the air, illuminating the mausoleum shrouded in light mist deeper in the spiral passage.

"The Temple of the God of Desolation and the tomb of the unknown god are all there." Staring at the tomb in front of him, Bai Lan spoke. His voice was light and faint, but with some indescribable depression.

There is also some guilt towards the God of Wilderness.

Shaking his head, Bai Lan threw away the depression in his heart and walked towards the entrance of the mausoleum.

The entrance to the mausoleum is a heavy stone gate.

Every time he came here before, it took Bai Lan a lot of effort just to push open the stone door. But now that Bai Lan's strength has increased, his strength has also increased a lot. He placed his little hands on the cold stone and exerted force with his arms.

With a creaking sound, the stone door was pushed open a little bit.

Just as the stone door was pushed open, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ron Bailan and others.

The figure looked extremely strange, as if a ghost formed by dim light. He had a square face, blond hair, blue eyes, a curved nose like an eagle's hook, and a thick beard all over his face.

Although it was just a shadow, the expression on his face seemed particularly solemn.

His entire body was shrouded in a thick black fog, in which there seemed to be countless creatures flapping their wings. The original solemnity became eerie because of the black fog.

When she first saw the figure, Bai Lan was obviously frightened. It was obvious that when she entered the mausoleum before and worshipped the God of the Wilderness and the unknown god, she had never encountered such a strange existence.

At this moment, two balls of scarlet light suddenly flashed where the strange figure's face was.

Bai Lan was right in front of the figure and was instantly stared at by the two balls of light.

In an instant, Bai Lan felt a buzzing in his head, and his brain turned pale in an instant. He lost the ability to think, and even his body seemed to be petrified, and his every move became extremely sluggish.

At this moment, a hand suddenly fell on Bai Lan's shoulder.

With a little effort, Bai Lan's body was pulled backwards with a whoosh.

At the same time, a warm force flowed through Bai Lan's shoulders and throughout his body. The strange feeling of his body and mind being completely stiff disappeared completely in an instant.

Just after getting rid of that weird feeling, Bai Lan's face instantly turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and he was even more frightened: "I... never encountered such a situation when I came here before."

To Bai Lan, this place was just the Temple of the God of Wilderness, the tomb of an unknown god.

Although it is a mausoleum, it is also a holy place in Bai Lan's heart.

Bai Lan had never had the slightest fear of this place. He only felt awe in his heart. Moreover, the mausoleum was always quiet during his seven previous visits, and nothing unusual had ever occurred.

That's why Bai Lan was a little careless this time. He didn't expect that such a monster suddenly appeared behind the gate of the mausoleum.

Ron remained silent and just stared at the shadow in front of him.

He had already guessed in his mind that the shadow was most likely the work of the repairman.

Perhaps, the repairman already knew that he was trying to collect the remains of the Last Twilight King in an attempt to revive him. The Last Twilight King could be a real threat to the administrator's existence, and the repairman would never allow the Last Twilight King to be resurrected.

Slowly, the shadow became clearer and more solid.

Only a few seconds passed, and a living person appeared in front of him, but his face was a little stiff. It was more like a moving corpse than a living person.

The corpse was wearing a gorgeous robe, and it was obvious that he must have been a person of considerable status and position before his death.

A pair of eyes emitting scarlet light.

These eyes seemed to have the power to confuse people. Not only Bai Lan, but even Ron felt a brief trance when he saw them. Fortunately, Ron's will was very firm. This trance only lasted for a brief moment and soon returned to normal.

The black fog that originally covered the body of the living dead gradually dissipated, revealing a group of dry black crows that circled above the mysterious man's head, emitting heart-pounding, hoarse screams.

The hoarse and strange voice made people feel cold all over and their hair stood on end.

"Be careful……"

"This is... Dark Raven Warlock Kurud!"

Elsa's figure appeared silently beside Ron.

Except for Niafu, who seemed to be aware of something, no one else was aware of Elsa's presence.

Raven Warlock, Kurud.

When Ron heard the name from Elsa, his eyelids jumped.

In the game, Dark Raven Warlock Kurud is also a very famous name.

After all, although there are many beliefs in gods on the Dusk Continent, these gods have never actually appeared. Even the destruction of the Dusk Dynasty was basically done by the agents of the gods.

The so-called agents of God are followers chosen by God to act on behalf of God, wandering around the Dusk Continent, spreading faith, developing believers, and establishing the majestic existence of God.

In the game world, without Zhou Yang, the time traveler, the last Twilight King would still be a tyrannical loser. However, even if the last Twilight King was a loser, the strength of the Twilight Clan should not be underestimated. Being able to act as a god and suppress the Twilight Clan, the strength of the God's agent can be imagined.

The Raven Warlock Kurud is clearly recorded in the game as one of the most powerful among the many agents of the gods.

Although he is a human, he is a believer of the Mother Goddess of All Things and has obtained the power to control crows. There are many documents in the game that record that the Dark Raven Warlock Kurud is often followed by thirteen black crows. Kurud feeds each of the crows with his own blood and essence, and uses the souls of the Dusk people as food. He is extremely cruel.

The beak of the Crow can easily penetrate the scales of a dragon, and the sharp claws of the Crow can easily tear apart the soul of a strong man.

The most terrifying thing is that each and every crow represents a flock of tens of thousands of crows. Once the thirteen crows are activated together, they will cover the sky and block out the sun in an instant.

The scream of the crow contains the power to shake the soul.

Ron never expected that this agent of God would suddenly appear in front of him.

This is an existence that has long been dead.

Moreover, Ron had a strange feeling that this Kurud might be even more powerful than when he was alive.

The pressure emanating from Kurud's body was even more exaggerated than that of the god of death Benavid who had taken over someone else's body.

It seems that the repairman is really anxious. In order to prevent himself from resurrecting the last Twilight King, he has used all his tricks.

Elsa's gaze was also fixed on Kurd in front of her, her expression somewhat solemn. You know, Elsa has always been quite frivolous, as if she didn't care about anything. The fact that Elsa could show such an expression was enough to prove Kurd's strength.

Perhaps thinking that she would appear in front of other people sooner or later, Elsa did not reveal her presence this time, but she did not hide her voice either.

"Be careful, he's not easy to deal with."

"After the war that destroyed the Dusk Dynasty, the Repairman felt that he had lost some control over the Dusk Continent. Because of the rules of the world, the Repairman was often unable to personally interfere with the world. Although he trained many Fate Guardians, their strength was slightly weak and was not enough to nip all anomalies in the bud."

"The most important thing is that although the Fate Guardians will obey the Repairman's orders, as long as they are intelligent beings, they will have selfish desires. As long as their own lives are not threatened and the survival of their families is not affected, they will follow the Repairman's orders and do their best. But once the situation is too dangerous, they may hesitate."

"So, the repairman looted all the bodies of the gods' agents."

"These gods' agents are already very powerful. Even if they are dead, their bodies still have great power. After being processed by the repairman with some secret methods, they will become powerful puppets that completely obey orders."

"These puppets have no intelligence and are fearless in battle."

"They have no fear, and they don't care about pain. They are extremely ferocious, and their fighting power is even stronger than when they were alive."

"For thousands of years, there have been very few times when agents were needed, but the repairman has been hiding these agents in various corners of the Dusk Continent. These agents appeared once during the time of the Blasphemer a thousand years ago."

“That time, if it weren’t for these agents standing in front, I’m afraid the Andre family would have been wiped out. But that battle also directly led to the loss of more than half of the nearly 100 God’s Agents.”

As soon as they heard Elsa's words, the faces of several people around her changed slightly, but they quickly calmed down. However, as they listened, their faces became more and more gloomy.

Especially Philomena, she seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes flashed with extremely strong hatred: "I remember, after my father was struck to ashes by thunder, we hid in a hidden valley, and then the valley was attacked, and among those attackers, there were some things that were neither human nor ghost."

"Although they look alive, they seem to feel no pain at all. Even if their arms are cut off or their heads are detached, they will still attack recklessly. If it weren't for these things, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the conflict in the valley."

Thinking of that bloody conflict, Philomena's face turned pale and a raging flame burned in her chest.

At that time, it was this group of half-human, half-ghost creatures who rushed to the front. They were very powerful and didn't care at all whether they would get hurt. Although their number was small, they brought the greatest casualties to the brothers and sisters and many aunts.

If it weren't for the help of these monsters, their brothers and sisters would never have lost if it were just the Guardians of Fate.

The repairman really wanted to wipe them out completely and didn't want to leave even a trace of their bloodline in this world.

Philomena had only heard Ron's story before, so her perception was not that strong. But now, thinking about everything she had experienced, thinking of her brothers and sisters and those gentle aunts, and the scene of corpses everywhere under the attack of the mob, Philomena felt as if her chest was pierced by countless steel needles.

The overwhelming hatred continued to assault Philomena's consciousness.

She had never hated someone as much as she did now.

The powerful aura on her body continued to swell. Philomena was already a strong man at the peak of the Destruction Realm. She was only one step away from entering the Demigod realm. Now, under such strong stimulation, her own strength showed signs of being about to break through.

Chapter 2: 10,000 words