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

What exactly are you afraid of?

When these words came out, Patrick was shocked. He felt an invisible chill sweeping over his whole body. His originally old but strong body could not even be controlled at this moment and shivered slightly.

The originally cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in them.

Those bright eyes stared at Ron, as if trying to see through his eyes and see through all the thoughts in Ron's mind.

Why does he know this, and what else does he know?

What is his origin?

In an instant, many thoughts flooded into Patridge's mind. The look in his eyes when he looked at Ron was filled with strong vigilance and... murderous intent.

As for Christian next to her, she also clearly felt the tense atmosphere between the two sides. At this moment, she only felt that the temperature around her became extremely low. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as the coldest time of winter, which made people shudder.

The murderous intent coming from Patridge, even though it was not directed at herself, still made Christiane fearful and uneasy. She even felt that the gates of hell had opened in front of her, and the abyss of endless darkness was trying to swallow her up.

Under the strong stimulation, even though he knew that he was definitely no match for Patrick, Christian still subconsciously prepared for the fight.

At the same time, the shock in his heart swept over him like a huge wave. Patrick was a saint. Apart from the blasphemer, he was the most powerful human being in the past eight thousand years. Even in the Dragon Valley, he would be a guest of honor.

But even such a powerful existence could only be forced to fake his death to escape.

Even for the past eight hundred years, they could only hide in the Dusk Continent.

What kind of enemy did he encounter?

There are so many unknowns in this world, so many that it makes Christian shudder.

It was not until Ron's hand fell on her shoulder that Christian finally broke free from the extreme tension and depression, and an unnatural blush appeared on her face.

And Patrick didn't care about Christian from beginning to end. He just stared at Ron with his eyes like a ferocious jackal, as if he wanted to pry Ron's head open.

"What do you know?" After a long time, Patridge finally spoke slowly.

The false kindness he had shown could no longer be maintained at this moment, and his voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of stones together.

Ron also grinned and responded slowly, "A lot."

"For example, I know that you and the blasphemer are afraid of the same existence."

"I also know why those beings want to kill him, kill you, and also kill me..."

A gleam of light flashed in Partridge's narrowed eyes. Just from this one sentence, he realized that Ron really knew a lot of things, maybe even more than he knew.

"Mr. Partridge, your strength has increased recently." Ron raised his eyebrows and said casually, "In fact, it is very difficult to improve our strength at this level unless we have a fortuitous encounter."

"From what I see, your energy growth is not that great, but your soul realm has improved a lot. Could it be that you have devoured some powerful souls?"

Partridge's eyelids twitched.

His expression became increasingly ugly, and he hated Ron even more in his heart.

He hated Ron's ability to see through everything, as if he had no secrets at all in front of Ron.

Ron had only speculated and said it casually, but looking at Patrick's expression, Ron knew in his heart that his speculation should be correct. No wonder Patrick's strength increased instead of decreased after being injured.

No wonder, when he captured the soul of the God of Death Benavid again, his soul was so weak.

It seems that before he met him for the second time, the soul of the God of Death Benavid had been severely cut by Patridge.

Since he had already confirmed his guess, Ron no longer hesitated and continued, "Do you know the origin of the residual soul you devoured?"

Patridge frowned slightly. Although he hated Ron, he was really curious about this matter. Of course, Patridge was not completely ignorant. He just didn't dare to believe it.

Ron didn't keep anyone in suspense and directly gave a name: "Death God Benavid."

hiss.

As soon as the words fell, Christian next to him immediately gasped.

Benavidez the Death?

She didn't understand the name Benavid, but she knew what the word Death meant.

In other words, this saint Patridge actually swallowed up the soul of a god? No, Ron was talking about the residual soul. Could it be that even Ron was involved in this matter?

Isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?

It was normal for Christian to have such a reaction. Although Christian's strength was among the best among humans, no matter what, she was just a woman who could not break free from the shackles.

What's more, he is a devout believer of the Goddess of Dawn.

Suddenly I learned that Ron and the Sage had killed a god together. I was shocked beyond words. I felt like the sky was about to fall and my whole world view was about to explode.

That's a god. Since when will humans be able to kill gods?

Patridge's pupils suddenly shrank. He seemed to have thought of something. His breathing became more and more rapid, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly, as gloomy as iron.

Ron took this opportunity to catch up with him: "You don't think that the God of Death Benavid came to the Dusk Continent just to kill me and Philomena, do you?"

"You have been hunted for eight hundred years. You know better than me who the God of Death Benavidre's target is."

"I."

"Philomena."

"Hefferson..."

"And you!"

"Besides us, there are all the other heretics in their eyes."

Partridge exhaled heavily, raised his head again, and looked directly at Ron. Although the sage's eyes were still solemn at this time, they at least looked barely normal:

"How much do you know?"

Ron chuckled: "Not much, I just know that in the next half month to a month, there may be a second batch of gods descending to the world."

Partridge's pupils suddenly trembled.

The impact this news brought to him was definitely exaggerated enough.

He was about to speak when he soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with what Ron said. He was not talking about the second god coming to the world, but the second batch.

Second batch?

For a moment, Patridge felt his scalp tingling.

The second batch means that there is more than one god in the underworld, right?

One god from the underworld is enough to make him anxious and troubled. If there are more, will he be able to survive?