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

He was clearly guarding here, waiting for the evil spirit to resurrect, but Ron didn't know why he saw such a scene inexplicably.

He wanted to see clearly what was on the altar, but the mysterious power turned into thick fog, blocking Ron's perception and making him unable to detect anything. He could only vaguely see the outline of a human woman.

But the more this happened, the more curious Ron became.

His eyes widened and his gaze became more and more intense.

He even wanted to reach out and clear away the layer of fog covering the altar.

It was not known whether it was because the law of time began to take effect, or whether Ron's expectation was responded to, the fog covering the altar seemed to become a little lighter.

Gradually, Ron saw more clearly.

At the moment when the fog completely dispersed to both sides, everything on the altar came into Ron's sight.

It was indeed a human woman, a girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a yellow cake skirt and a soft round hat on her head. Her yellow hair was soft and delicate, as if woven from gold threads, falling naturally and sparkling with dazzling golden light.

Her face is not that pretty.

But it is the type that makes people feel comfortable at first glance.

His eyebrows are long and straight, and his eyes are like two blue seas.

She stood very quietly on the altar, without moving, with only a hint of sadness occasionally showing on her face. The wind blew, and her skirt fluttered, revealing two snow-white calves and bare feet.

There was an unfathomable mysterious aura surrounding her.

The woman's dress was quite simple, without too many complicated or shiny accessories on her body, but she gave off a very elegant and noble temperament.

Ron couldn't help but frown, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know the identity of this woman, he had never seen her before, and he didn't have the slightest impression of her.

Whether it is the experience in previous games or everything you have experienced in this life.

This woman is not like the other thirteen mysterious old men. They give people a mysterious feeling of being either gloomy or immortal. One can tell at a glance that she is definitely a master. In comparison, this woman is just ordinary.

Apart from the fact that her face looked very comfortable, there was almost nothing special about her. But he didn't know what was going on. The moment Ron saw the woman clearly, he felt his scalp tingling.

An indescribable chill spread throughout my body almost instantly.

His body seemed to have been completely frozen, and even the hot blood flowing in his veins quickly solidified.

That kind of chill is even more despairing than the deepest part of a glacier.

Ron knew he was afraid.

He didn't know where this fear came from. He only knew that this fear gave him goose bumps all over his body. He had never been so scared in his life, even when he was being stared at by some mysterious beings.

Ron had a premonition that perhaps in the near future, this woman would appear in front of him, and she would be the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced.

At this moment, the long eyelashes of the woman on the altar suddenly trembled. The woman seemed to feel something. The expression on her face suddenly became a little surprised, and her beautiful eyes suddenly raised.

In an instant, Ron's sight and the woman's sight collided with each other, as if completely ignoring the barriers of space and time.

Ron's pupils suddenly contracted, and a creepy feeling came over him.

Then, as Ron watched, the woman's lips opened little by little. Like before, Ron still couldn't hear any sound, but this time, he could see the woman's lip shape clearly.

Her lips moved very slowly, and words appeared one by one from her lips.

She then said:

kill me!

hum!

Ron's mind suddenly went blank, and then he heard an urgent voice in his ears. It was Philomena and Niafu calling his name. Slowly, his consciousness became clear again.

Looking at the side, Niafu and Philomena were looking at him with worry on their faces.

Ron felt a little warmth on his face, and he reached out to touch it, only to find that blood was flowing out of the corners of his eyes and nose.

Looking down, I saw a layer of white ice covering my legs.

This time, he really encountered a terrifying enough opponent. His methods were really terrifying. Even just a glance across space and time could cause harm to his body. Even a strong man of Patrick's level could not do this.

God.

At least one has to be a true god to possess such power.

Could it be that the woman was a real god?

But why would the real god appear in the Dusk Continent?

Could it be that some of the things I did later violated the rules, allowing this repairman to have the qualifications to send the real god to the underworld?

Ron fell into deep thought.

Niafu and Philomena looked at each other in bewilderment. They had no idea what had happened to Ron. They only saw that Ron's face suddenly became dull, his eyes staring straight ahead, and then they saw bright red blood beginning to seep out of the corners of Ron's eyes and nose.

They were worried about Ron, so they woke him up.

Unexpectedly, Ron, who had just woken up, immediately fell into deep thought again.

What on earth is going on? Is it possible that I’m possessed by an evil spirit?

But with Ron's current strength and realm, ordinary evil things should not be able to harm Ron, right?

They looked at each other and could see the worry in each other's eyes. Finally, Niafu bravely called out again: "Sir, sir...what did you see?"

call.

Ron exhaled slowly. There were too few clues at the moment.

It was difficult for Ron to analyze enough useful content from these limited clues.

He glanced at Niafu and Philomena, and then asked: "Niafu, Philomena, do you know that there is a huge building in the heaven and the dusk continent, which looks like a huge mausoleum..."

"Or, in other words, this is a mausoleum, but it's designed to look like a palace."

"The style of the building is completely different from the current Dusk Continent. It is more like the Dusk Temple from eight thousand years ago."

Ron thought about it, and roughly described the building he had just peeked at. In order to make it more realistic, Ron even drew a rough outline of the building on the ice... However, it must be said that everyone has his own strengths.

Although Ron was very capable in spiritual practice, he knew nothing about painting. After he finished his painting, Ron felt disgusted and quickly destroyed it without Philomena and Niafu giving any comments.

I always feel that the style of my drawings not only fails to stimulate the two women's thinking, but may even have a misleading effect.

Philomena and Niafu were thinking very seriously. Even though they wanted to laugh at the house drawn by Ron, and even the doodles of a three-year-old child would be more decent than Ron's masterpiece, they could also see that this building was extremely important to Ron.

However, after desperately searching her memory for a long time, Niafu shook her head vigorously: "Sorry, sir, there is no similar building in the heaven."

"In fact, the architecture in the heavens is not of the same style as that of the Twilight Dynasty."

Niafu tilted her head and continued, "The buildings in the heavens are even older than the Twilight Dynasty. From the moment I was born until I completely left the heavens, the buildings in the heavens have never changed."

"Of course, it is also possible that these are new buildings that were added to the heavens after I left. I cannot guarantee this, but I can only say that the possibility is very small."

After all, there is no reason to add some buildings for no reason in the heavenly realm which has not changed at all for thousands of years, and the architectural style is still the same as that of eight thousand years ago.

More importantly, no matter whether the style of the buildings in heaven is ancient or not, one thing is guaranteed, that is, they are absolutely tall and luxurious enough to demonstrate one's status, power and wealth. No one would be so idle as to design the place where they live to look like a mausoleum.

As for a palace-style mausoleum, it is even more impossible.

After all, in heaven, whether it is the gods or angels, although they cannot be said to be immortal, their lifespan is definitely quite long and they will not die easily.

Therefore, there are no such things as cemeteries or tombs in heaven.

Although some gods and angels did die in the two wars of the gods, and even an administrator was killed, according to Niafu's understanding, these dead lives were not buried, but decomposed in some special way.

As for the administrator who died in the battle, his body seemed to have been recovered by the seven-story tower.

In short, such things as cemeteries absolutely do not exist in heaven.

Philomena, on the other hand, frowned, as if she had thought of something but was afraid to confirm it.

After noticing that both Ron and Niafu were looking at her, Philomena finally spoke hesitantly, "On the Dusk Continent, perhaps some of the buildings of the hidden clans will always maintain the style of the Dusk Dynasty."

"A hidden family?" Ron's eyebrows jumped. "You mean... like the Andre family?"

Philomena nodded her head: "Yes."

"There are many hidden families in the Dusk Continent. Some families even inherited from the Dusk Dynasty. Some of these families have gradually declined over a long period of time and have long lost their former glory... For example, the Abraham family, the Garza family, and the Avila family."

"These families have long lost their former glory. The wealth, secrets, and power inherited by the families have gradually disappeared. Even the family mansions and palaces have gradually fallen into disrepair due to age and lack of money to repair them."

“These families may still have a very small number of descendants, but they are no different from ordinary people and have completely integrated into the Dusk Continent.”

"However, there are also some families that have continued their glory to this day."

"The Andre family is the most powerful and influential of these hidden clans."

"These hidden clans are extremely conservative and old-fashioned. They regard the glory of their ancestors as the family's greatest wealth. They adhere to the ancient rules to maintain the prosperity of the family. They will not make any changes to themselves because of the development of the outside world."

"If we were to talk about the current Twilight Continent, where could we find any place that could still maintain the style of the Twilight Dynasty? It would only be the mansions of these hidden clans."

"As for designing the palace in the style of a mausoleum, perhaps only the Andre family..."

Philomena seemed to have fallen into some memories. She looked a little lost and hesitant. "In the last year of my father's life, the relationship between me and my father has gradually been sorted out."

"But on my birthday, I still wanted my father to be with me, so I went to look for him that night. Outside the bedroom, I heard his voice..."

"He said..." Philomena bit her lip, "He said that no matter what, he would never return to that damn grave."

After a pause, Philomena spoke again: "Of course, this could just be something he said in anger."