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

Lucia glanced at Ifrit condescendingly, her gaze seemed to say, can you do it?

Ifrit rolled her eyes angrily and muttered slightly on her lips: Childish!

Ron understood Lucia's power.

Lucia, the goddess of the moon.

Although her situation is somewhat special, not to mention possessing the power of a god, she is not even as good as an ordinary practitioner. Her body is weak and her combat effectiveness is infinitely close to zero.

However, Lucia still retains some of the Moon Goddess' authority.

She could manipulate the moonlight at will and let all the light bypass her. Then, in the eyes of the guards in front of her, Ron did not exist at all.

In other words, control the light that enters the eyes of these guards, and project the light reflected from the jungle and weeds further into the eyes of the guards, so that what the guards see in front of them is the dense bushes at all times. .

This kind of power does not seem to be very powerful, but it represents an extremely delicate operation. Even the great saint Christian cannot do it to this extent.

Lidya and Charlene looked a little surprised, looked at each other, and walked out of the grass.

Just like Ron and Ifrit, the guards in front of them were completely unaware of their presence.

It's like they used invisibility... No, this effect is more exaggerated than invisibility.

Moreover, Charlene can only use her invisibility technique by herself, but she cannot bring others invisibility with her. Moreover, Charlene does not have the ability to create a magic scroll of invisibility.

Taking a deep breath, Ron walked forward again. The distance was getting closer and closer, and Ron could even see clearly the buzzing insects surrounding a guard's eyes.

However, even though Ron had walked up to the guard, the guard still failed to notice Ron's presence.

This time it was much more convenient. Ron made a gesture to the people behind him, and immediately put his arms around Ifrit's waist. With a tap of his toes, the three figures silently crossed the wall.

Charlene and Lydia followed closely behind.

By the moonlight, Ron judged the direction, and then rushed diagonally to the right.

The soles of his feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Gradually, some resentment can be felt in the air.

Faintly in his ears, he could even hear bursts of sharp wails and screams full of despair.

Most of them were women's voices, with some babies' cries mixed in. The sharp cries made the atmosphere in this area even more eerie.

The distorted syllables began to echo in the ears of Lidya and Charlene, and the voices became louder and crazier. Even though Lidya was an undead witch, a layer of small pimples appeared on her skin. .

How many people died in this place?

This place is the palace of Granville. Who would have thought that there is such a spooky place in the palace?

Not to mention it is a palace, even if it is said to be a mass grave, no one would doubt it.

Lidya finally understood why there was not a single patrolling guard here... Let alone an ordinary soldier, even a good practitioner would definitely have his consciousness and soul destroyed if he stayed in this place for a long time. Eroded, polluted, and finally gone crazy.

The resentment here is too strong. It is conceivable that these people must have endured extremely cruel torture before they died.

Lydia finally understood why Ron brought her to such a place. This kind of resentful wreckage was the best material for making undead summons.

The speed of several people increased again.

Just in front of Ron, a branch sprouted from a big tree.

Ron's speed did not slow down and he lowered his head habitually.

Lucia, who was a little complacent and looking down at Ifrit, didn't realize that the branch of the tree was getting closer and closer to her head.

boom.

Hit.

The small body turned over in mid-air and fell upside down to the ground.

Half of his head was stuck into the soft fallen leaves. Just like in the hotel before, a pair of short legs kept looking around in the air.

Ron's lips were trembling. How many times had this happened? Ron couldn't remember clearly, so he said that the position on his shoulder was very dangerous. Unfortunately, Lucia didn't believe it.

Under the crooked mask, Lucia pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry.

Ron quickly knelt down and held Lucia in his arms: "Be good, be good...don't cry, don't cry, I'll be more careful next time..."

The little girl didn't cry after all, but she still puffed out her cheeks, looked unhappy, and kept rubbing her forehead with her chubby little hands.

"Hahahaha……"

As soon as Ron coaxed Lucia, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, a ethereal voice slowly sounded in his ears.

"Giggle cluck..."

The weird sound, coupled with the gloomy atmosphere around him, made Ron feel as if he had been transported to the set of a horror movie in an instant.

Looking forward, I saw that in the woods in front of me, a thin white mist began to float. It was hazy and shadowy, and even the moonlight in the sky became fragmented.

The air began to be filled with an unbearable stench.

Lucia and Ifrit covered their mouths and noses almost at the same time. These two little girls couldn't accept this smell the most.

Ron, Charlene, and Lidya looked forward, only to see a woman lying at the foot of a big tree just in front. The woman's face was a little pale, and her abdomen was a deep, but very... The internal organs inside the rough cracks seemed to have been hollowed out.

Dark red blood was slowly flowing along the wound.

The woman looked like she had just died. Her belly seemed to be shaking slowly, and then she saw a pair of small hands stretching out from her belly.

The little hand, which only had three fingers with black, ugly nails, opened the mother's belly, and a small, round body emerged from it.

What an object that is.

He seemed to be a child, a newborn baby.

But his scalp was uneven, and his face had no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, only a mouth that was split to the base of his ears.

"Hahahaha……"

"Giggle cluck..."

The small body lay on the ground, relying on his hands and legs, crawling slowly in the direction of Ron and others.

There was a long umbilical cord connected to his navel. As he crawled, a long trail of blood trailed on the ground, and his split mouth made a whining sound.

Even though Charlene, Ron, and Lidya were all seasoned veterans, their scalps couldn't help but feel numb... It's not that the sense of oppression this weird baby brought to them was really that strong, it was purely Because the eerie atmosphere is so depressing.

It's natural not to be afraid.

Not to mention Lidya, the undead witch, Ron, who has a senior priest certificate, is the nemesis of such ghosts and evil spirits.