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

Cuckoo.

Who could have imagined that the Last Twilight King's head, as huge as a mountain, would make such a strange sound.

When Zhou Yang saw Ron taking out one body part after another from the storage ring, his open mouth suddenly turned round, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he could no longer speak.

Looking at the torso and arms on the ground, there seemed to be burning flames in Zhou Yang's two black hole-like eye sockets.

For Zhou Yang, being able to gain freedom and end the pain that had lasted for eight thousand years was already his greatest extravagant hope. He had never imagined that there would be a day when he would be able to reshape his body.

For a moment, the breathing in the throat became extremely rapid.

An air current like a strong wind echoed in the underground palace.

"Christian, why don't you leave here first." Looking at Zhou Yang and then at Christian, Ron spoke slowly.

After all, Zhou Yang's strength is still a little too strong.

With such terrifying strength, even Ron didn't know what kind of earth-shaking changes would happen when Zhou Yang's body was reassembled. Although his strength was good, once the situation got out of control, he might not be able to protect Christian.

After all, it is too dangerous to let Christian stay in this underground palace.

"This underground palace may collapse at any time."

"Once the underground palace collapses, the church's buildings on the ground may also be in danger. There are still a large number of clergy staying in the church headquarters. Why don't you go out first and evacuate those clergy?" Ron said.

Christian took a deep breath and nodded his head slowly.

On the one hand, what Ron said was indeed a trouble and had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Not all clergy in the church are practitioners. If something like a building collapse were to occur, there would certainly be a lot of casualties.

Moreover, the movement in the underground palace must have been transmitted to the surface. Although Virgil and others were guarding it, Christian could imagine how chaotic the church was now, and he had to go out to stabilize people's hearts.

On the other hand, the aura of the last Twilight King became stronger and stronger, even making Christian feel that she might be crushed in the next second. She really couldn't bear it anymore.

Giving Ron a cautious look, Christian gradually backed away.

When they left the underground palace and reached the spiral staircase, the pressure gradually began to decrease. When they finally left the underground completely and the scorching sun shone on their face, Christian actually felt like he was seeing the light of day again.

She did not dare to delay and quickly arranged for the clergy in the church to evacuate the church headquarters.

The situation in the church was just as Ron and Christian had worried about. The sudden abnormality caused the entire church to become chaotic and noisy. Perhaps it was because of the habitual prayers, asking for the protection of the Goddess of Dawn.

Although they could clearly see that the buildings could collapse at any time, few people left the church. Instead, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed devoutly, confessing in their hearts the sins they had committed recently.

Christian was speechless seeing that look.

Although it is a bit inappropriate for her to say this as the Great Saint, the current church has really cultivated a group of trash.

However, with the appearance of Christian, the situation gradually stabilized, and a large number of clergymen quickly evacuated outside the church under Christian's arrangement.

In a short period of time, the huge church headquarters was no longer filled with any signs of life.

There was only an earthquake, and it was even getting stronger.

……

the other side.

Underground palace.

After seeing his hands and torso, Zhou Yang couldn't help but burst into singing again.

It has to be said that Zhou Yang really has a hoarse voice, and with that powerful energy, it is really unpleasant to hear others shouting, but Zhou Yang's shouting is so deadly that even Ron feels like his eardrums are about to be broken.

After howling for a while, Zhou Yang gradually calmed down.

At the same time, a group of residual souls gradually floated out from Zhou Yang's torso and left hand.

These two residual souls are much weaker than the residual soul living in Zhou Yang's head.

The three residual souls kept squirming, and an invisible force was pulling these souls, trying to merge them together.

Ron knew that what came next might be the most difficult.

"Ahem, Zhou Yang everyone, um, I'm just helping to put your bodies together. If you can integrate perfectly, that would be the best. If you can't integrate perfectly, you guys should figure out who should be the primary one. It has nothing to do with me." Ron coughed and said.

"Perfect fusion?" said a remnant soul.

"It's not that simple." Another residual soul said.

"For a normal soul, even if it has just been torn apart, it is a very troublesome process to merge them together again. It will take at least several decades of cultivation to complete. Moreover, our souls have been separated for eight thousand years. Although each of us has inherited the original memory, we have also given birth to self-awareness."

"Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible to achieve perfect integration."

A few remaining souls, you are talking to me one after another.

It was clearly the same sound, but it came from completely different directions, which felt quite strange.

"If it doesn't work, then merge the body first."

"As for the souls, if they really can't be perfectly integrated, then we can take turns to be the banker. Everyone will have a chance to come out and take a breath. What do you think?"

"Seconded."

"Me too."

It was obvious that these residual souls were more awake than Ron had imagined.

After all, they all came from the same origin and had no hatred towards each other. Although they all wanted to become the main body of the fused soul, they would not engage in intrigue or fight for life and death. They quickly came up with a solution to their current predicament, although it was only temporary.

As for the future, just let your future self worry about it.

After the discussion and finalization, the huge torso as big as a mountain gradually floated up from the ground. At the same time, the head as big as a mountain also moved over. The place where the neck was severed below the head and the wound on the torso fit closely together without any gap.

However, when I first put it on, I don’t know if it was because I was too excited, but I put it on the wrong way, with the back of my head facing forward, or maybe I rotated the head, and it immediately looked much better.

Immediately afterwards, the left hand flew over under the control of the residual soul and accurately connected to the broken position of the shoulder.

As for the right hand, the residual soul in it has been destroyed by Saint Patrick, so there is no action for the time being.

At the joints, strips of scarlet granulations, like strange silk threads, shuttled through the skin and flesh, just like sewing clothes, stitching Zhou Yang's cut skin back together.

To be honest, the scene looked quite scary.

However, Zhou Yang is Zhou Yang after all.

He was once able to fight against the repairman, and his strength was so great that Ron could not imagine it.

The body's self-healing ability is still quite terrifying, even after eight thousand years. In a short period of time, the epidermis has been reconnected and fused together, but the flesh and blood can still be seen constantly moving under the skin. It is estimated that the fusion of flesh and blood with the body will take some time.

Of course, the healing speed of the physical body is already very fast. Compared with the physical body, the situation of the soul is more troublesome.

It is impossible for Zhou Yang to allow three souls to exist in one body. Even if it is impossible to achieve perfection, he must make the souls merge together reluctantly. Only in this way can this body exert the strongest power that the Last Twilight King can currently display.

The fusion of soul is much more troublesome than that of physical body, and it is definitely not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

Zhou Yang, who had already condensed half of his body, was completely in a state of meditation.

Circles of impact slowly spread from Zhou Yang's body.

The land within a radius of tens of kilometers was still in the state of weak earthquakes, shaking and fluctuating from time to time, like the beating of a heart.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang now only has half of him.

Although the strength displayed was terrifying, it was not enough to challenge the rules. Otherwise, the repairman's eyes would have already fallen on Zhou Yang.

……

Three days later.

Lush forest.

It was noon, and the bright sunlight was scattered from overhead, and patches of light and dark appeared on the ground.

Three figures walked slowly in the woods, their feet stepping on the fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground, making crisp crunching sounds.

Drops of clear sweat rolled down Mirabelle and Carol's smooth foreheads, dripped onto the ground, and quickly evaporated. They couldn't help but raise their heads, looked at the top of their heads, and let out a slight sigh.

She twisted her body slightly and felt her clothes were completely soaked with sweat. For these girls who loved cleanliness, this feeling was too much torment.

The three figures were none other than Ron, Mirabelle and Carol.

Zhou Yang is reshaping his body and soul in Granville.

The situation of the physical body was not difficult, but it was very difficult for the soul to merge together again. According to Ron's estimation, it would take at least several days. Carol and Mirabelle happened to come out of seclusion during this time and went to Granville to meet Ron. Ron took the two of them to the Forest of Elves first.

In Ron's plan, Hefferson is also a very important helper.

Although Hefferson's realm is much inferior to that of Partridge, based on Ron's current understanding, this guy's background is quite amazing, at least more powerful than Partridge's.

There is a high probability that there is an evil god standing behind Heferson.

And this evil god might even be the first god created by the administrator, that is, the most powerful god, the source of all evil, an existence that even many administrators find difficult to fight against.

If Heferson could be included in his own camp, it would naturally be a very good help.

There were no irreconcilable conflicts between Ron and Hefferson either. In fact, their relationship was even more harmonious than that between Ron and Partridge.

Although there was hatred between Mirabelle, Carol and Heferson, the two girls also knew what was more important and would not cause trouble at this time.

In addition, although Ron has experience in the game, he doesn't know much about the real Elf Forest on the Dusk Continent, so Mirabelle and Carol can act as guides.

only……

It has to be said that the difference between the Elf Forest and what Ron had imagined was too great.

In Ron's fantasy, the Elf Forest should be a lush primeval forest, with exotic flowers and plants everywhere, beautiful scenery, pleasant environment, and the ears and nose filled with the sound of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

But when Ron actually came here, the fantasy in his heart was instantly shattered.

The primeval forest is indeed a primeval forest. It is indeed lush and green. Even the exotic flowers and plants and beautiful scenery are exactly the same. But the environment... it is simply terrible.

The vegetation here is too dense.

The leaves of the big trees are like big umbrellas, forming a thick blockade above the head. Even when the sun is shining brightly, only a few beams of sunlight can occasionally penetrate the leaves and scatter on the ground. The whole jungle is gloomy and depressing.

Because of the blockade of the overly dense leaves, the water vapor evaporated from the ground could not escape. Under the scorching sun, walking in the forest only felt that the air in front of you was wet and uncomfortable.

Coupled with the unbearable high temperature, stuffiness and humidity, even for someone as strong as Ron, walking in such a place felt like torture.

This special environment is particularly suitable for the survival and reproduction of various mosquitoes, so that there is a buzzing sound in the ears all the time, and the mosquitoes in front of the eyes are gathered into a ball, which is quite scary.

That scene made Ron feel creepy. Aren't elves said to like cleanliness and live in places with beautiful scenery? No matter how you look at it, the conditions in the Elf Forest are far from perfect, right?

To be honest, in Ron's eyes, the living conditions in the Elf Forest were, in some ways, as difficult as those of the orcs in the Far North.

At least, in the ice and snow, you really can't find mosquitoes crawling all over your body, countless spiders in the air, or countless centipedes and poisonous snakes on the ground.

However, although Carol and Mirabelle looked annoyed, they did not feel strange about the environment at all. It was obvious that they had already gotten used to it. But even so, Ron could not help but be curious and poked Mirabelle beside him: "Have you elves really been living here all the time?"

Mirabelle beside her just raised her little hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She was originally a hot-tempered person, so when she saw Ron, she naturally wanted to hang on to him. She had been holding Ron's arm all the way. But after entering the Elf Forest, Mirabelle had to let go of Ron's arm, and she didn't even dare to get too close to Ron.

There was no way. The environment in here was so bad and she was covered in sweat. She was worried that some bad smell would get into Ron's nose and affect her perfect image in Ron's heart.

They did think of some solutions, such as using ice-based defensive magic to create a cool space, or wearing ice-attributed magic stones to cool down their bodies, but they were of little use.

Even so, the effect is not great.

The temperature can be lowered, but the stuffy and damp feeling is lingering.

Hearing Ron's voice, Mirabelle also exhaled heavily, then nodded: "Yes, I have been living here all the time, and I have gotten used to it. I know that in the eyes of outsiders, elves have always been a symbol of beauty, but in fact, the living environment of the elves is really not that good."

"In fact, the elves' settlements are basically all near the Mother Tree of All Things. Almost 99% of the elves live within a hundred miles of the Mother Tree of All Things. Most of the huge Elf Forest is empty. It is said that the Mother Tree of All Things is the incarnation of the Mother Goddess of All Things. The sacred tree possesses a trace of the Mother Goddess's power. Compared to other places in the Elf Forest, the environment near the Mother Tree of All Things is much better."

"The high priest Heferson you are looking for lives on the Mother Tree of All Things."

Living on the mother tree of all things?

Ron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This was not something that ordinary people could do.

The first chapter is presented