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

Ah sneeze!

Opposite the Otis weapons store was a restaurant. Standing at the window, Herman suddenly sneezed.

His injuries have been completely healed. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have even doubted that the half-dead man before was really Herman?

His mental state seemed to be much better than before, at least he was no longer so crazy.

His right hand moved back and forth quickly.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't do anything bad. He just held a file and kept rubbing the nails on his left hand... There were some strange changes in his body. His fingernails grew very fast, and they could grow to seven or eight centimeters in one night. The length is as curved as a hook and sharp as a knife!

He could only keep cutting and grinding his nails.

The golden eyes have turned into a dark red color, and there are countless small things squirming deep in the pupils.

Staring at the two figures opposite him, he could see the charm and temptation blooming on Irelia's face. There was no doubt that during the three days he suffered, Irelia and Ron's Life can only be described as chaotic, and I guess I have tried many positions.

Ah, Irelia looks even more attractive than before.

It was obviously a beauty that only he could enjoy, but now it was all at an advantage to Ron. As soon as he thought of this, the murderous intention in Herman's chest became stronger than ever before. However, Herman showed incredible calmness at this moment. He seemed to have grown a lot in just three days. No matter how strong the murderous intention was in his chest, he had no intention of taking action directly.

He even lamented his previous stupidity. Why did he have to do it himself to deal with a mere Ron?

Herman looked to the side.

Just beside him, three figures stood impressively.

A sturdy man with a strong build, a suit of stainless steel armor, and a scar on his face. This guy's arms are thicker than the average person's thighs, and his whole body is covered with muscles that look like poured steel. He looks a bit naive. Yes, but the ax on his shoulder chopped the bones of many people into pieces.

Bloodaxe Simon!

A petite, slender girl whose curves are smoother than the floor, unable to be highlighted by her close-fitting leather armor. Her narrow cheeks also seem a little childish, like an underage girl, but anyone who dares to look down on her will pay. The heaviest price.

Boning Knife Mattie!

What she likes to do most is to use the short knife in her hand to peel off the fascia and flesh and blood from the victim one by one, and enjoy the pleasure of blood splattering all over the body.

She was Simon's wife... Herman admitted that Mattie tasted really good.

While enjoying Mattie, Herman felt as if he understood Ron... Other people's women always felt more delicious.

So, if he takes Irelia back now, will it make him even crazier?

As for the last person, he was a somewhat handsome young swordsman.

He is the most normal looking one among the three, but he may also be the most perverted one.

Kill Eden in space!

The speed with which he drew his sword was as fast as lightning, as if he were moving instantly.

At the same time, his favorite thing to do is to feel the screams and struggles of his temporary lover while slitting his temporary lover's throat.

Eden expressed love to Herman many times, but was rejected by Herman.

Even though Herman thought he was not a good person, he always kept a distance from Eden.

These three people committed countless crimes and were wanted by the Kingdom of Granville and the Church of the Dawn Goddess. They were eventually captured alive. His father saw that these three people still had some strength, so he used some means to catch them outside casually. Three men of similar size were sent to the guillotine, and the three of them were replaced. Secret skills were planted in their bodies, and they were arranged to serve as bodyguards next to Herman.

Ron's strongest strength is only one-star disaster, and among these three, one-star disaster, one-star disaster, two-star disaster... This time, I have the real advantage.

If you don't believe it, you can't kill Ron.

The smile on Herman's face became stronger and stronger: "Do you think that if Ron was really a prophet, would he know that we were going to kill him?"

In the grinning mouth, you can clearly see that Herman's teeth seemed to have become sharper, like canine teeth, and even showed a slight curve.

Simon's angry voice came, directly denying Ron's identity as a prophet:

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"For thousands of years, there has been only one person who can truly be called a prophet, and that is Archibald." The handsome young swordsman Eden also expressed his thoughts: "It is said that he left a book before he went crazy. The prophecy foretells the disasters that the world may face thousands of years from now.”

"It's just that the prophecy was written in a language invented by Archibald himself. It should be the filthy words he used to curse the gods before he died."

"For thousands of years, although some people have occasionally found fragments of prophecy books, it has been difficult to decipher the writing."

"This Ron probably just found some broken pages of the prophecy book somewhere, and then came out to pretend to be a ghost. After all, this guy is a scholar of ancient writing, so it is not surprising that he can decipher some of the contents."

"Don't worry, young master. The three of us will take action and we will definitely take down Ron!"

Herman put his hands on his hands and smiled: "That's very good."

"Wait until Ron comes out of the Otis weapons store and take action immediately..."

Herman didn't want to cause trouble in the Otis weapons store. After all, the owner of the weapons store was very powerful. He didn't want to be interfered by irrelevant factors in the process of killing Ron.

"Remember, don't hurt Irelia."

"It's best not to kill Ron directly. I'll make him understand what despair means." Herman said ferociously.

All the humiliation and pain he has suffered must be experienced by Ron!

Irelia, I will let you know who is the man who is truly worthy of you!

…

Inside the store.

Ron sat on the chair and waited quietly, thinking in his mind.

With his current strength, he should not be Vergil's opponent, but if he can buy a good purple excellent-grade weapon and strengthen it to the thirteenth level, even Vergil, a disaster-level seven-star master, might be able to do it. You can have a fight in a short time!

I just don’t know what the strength of the three killers outside is.

I hope they aren't all at Vergil's level. He really can't handle three of them at once.

Of course, Ron is not without means to save his life, such as the special effects attached to the Ring of Hercules and the protection of Hercules.

Inspired by the power of Hercules, he descended upon himself.

This move may cause an exaggerated burden on the body, but on the other hand, Ron's strength will also increase several times.

Ron knew about the special task of upgrading the Ring of Hercules, but he couldn't complete it in Larnaca City.

Plus the ultimate dodge that can be used once per day.

If you really can't defeat the opponent, you should have no problem escaping.

It's a pity that Herman started a little too early. If Ron was given enough time to buy a complete set of purple equipment, all of which were fully strengthened, then he really wouldn't have anything to worry about.

Ron is very quiet. In comparison, Irelia is more lively. The slender body walked back and forth among the shelves, seeming to be very interested in these weapons.

Not long after, footsteps came from the inner hall. Ron followed the sound and looked over, and Morimo's fat body reappeared in front of him. He was holding in his arms...yes, he was holding a slender magic wand, about one meter and two meters, very hard.

All black, as thick as a child’s arm!

The surface is smooth and smooth, and seems to be polished from some kind of wood, but it shines with a metallic luster.

The head of the stick looks like a tree tumor, uneven, but polished to be very round.

From Morimo's flushed face and grunting posture, he could tell that this staff fully met Ron's needs.

He is very heavy.

Very hard too.

It can definitely blow the enemy's head off at once.

Finally, Morlimo walked up to Ron, and he carefully placed the staff on the table in front of Ron.

Bang!

Even though Morimo was very careful, he still made a dull sound.

The table squeaked and groaned.

"Huh... Sir, I think this weapon should meet your requirements." Morlimo wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped.

Ron stood up.

"This is a weapon forged by Master Otis himself. This is an attempt by the master. As you know, general staffs prefer to use incense wood, moonwood, and black sycamore. When combined with mithril, it has great magic penetration. Advantages, but these staffs themselves are quite fragile and cannot withstand strong impacts, and are easily damaged or even broken." Morimo introduced nonchalantly.

"Master Otis was prepared to change this situation, so he chose ironwood that had never been used by anyone, and it was still a hundred years old. As you know, ironwood is harder than steel. The magic forged from ironwood The staff has definitely reached its limit in terms of strength.”

"See that burl above? Trust me, it fits your needs perfectly."

"Moreover, Master Otis has only forged one such century-old ironwood magic wand. It is an out-of-print weapon, and you deserve it."

Only one was forged, isn't it because the century-old ironwood magic wand couldn't be sold at all? Apart from anything else, not many magicians can pick up this weight alone.

Why did the shortcomings turn into advantages when it came to this guy's mouth?

As expected of a sales person.

Ron ignored Morimore's words and stretched out his right hand towards the magic wand.

"Be careful, it's heavy." Morlimo warned from the side.

If Ron hurt his wrist, there would be another trouble.

After all, the other party is a priest. Although Master Otis is very famous, he is only a craftsman and businessman after all, and his status is not on the same level as a priest.

He even wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself...but he was worried that if the young master didn't pick it up right away, would he become angry?

Morlimo regretted a little, maybe he shouldn't have taken out the magic wand. This kind of young master, especially in front of his female companion, values ​​​​face most.

Once you can't pick it up, feel embarrassed, and make trouble here, it will be troublesome.

Morlimo wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Ron's fingertips had already landed on the ironwood, which was a little cold. A few fingers grasped the stick body. The next second, under Morimo's surprised eyes, the heavy ironwood left the table with a roar, and was Ron grabbed it with one hand.

He waved a few times casually.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The sound of tearing the air was heavy and textured.

The fat on Morlimo's face kept trembling. He wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to make a fool of himself. He almost couldn't help but scream.

This century-old ironwood magic wand weighs eighty-two pounds!

Not to mention magicians, even some weaker warriors would not be able to pick it up with one hand. Even if they could pick it up, they would never be able to wave it around like this.

Why did the magic wand that I groaned to death from exhaustion seem to have no weight at all in this guy's hand?

The most exaggerated thing is that this guy even used the magic wand as a slender sword and pulled out a sword flower... ah no, a wand flower!

He wanted to ask, are you really a mage?

Seeing the pitch-black staff whizzing past in front of him, Morlimo silently took two steps back. After all, if he didn't hold this thing firmly and let it go, his head would instantly turn into a watermelon hit by a hammer.

Finally, Ron stopped.

He took a look at the properties:

[Ironwood Staff: Purple is excellent, it is a staff, not a hammer! 】

[Enhancement level: 0]

[Magic attack +4]

[Physical attack +127]

[Additional special attributes; Strength +98]

[Additional special effect: physical damage bonus of 10%]

[When you have no magic power, you will find that this staff is so good! 】

Although it is only purple equipment, as a weapon, its additional attack power is a little higher than the epic Ring of Hercules.

Ron exhaled and glanced at Morlimore: "Is there anything heavier?"

Morlimo's lips trembled slightly, and after a long while he breathed out: "Sorry, sir, no more."

"Okay..." Ron did not put down the staff and wanted to ask about the price.

System Elsa seems to be particularly active today.

From Ron's sight, he could see a pair of small white hands silently encircling his neck from behind, and his black and white hair began to ripple in front of his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he could even see Elsa's delicate profile.

Those beautiful cheeks are like a real goddess, incomparably beautiful.

Slightly pale, bloodless lips slowly came to Ron's ear. It was clear that Ron knew very well that Elsa had no real body.

But at this moment, Ron had the strange feeling of Elsa's pink lips holding his ear.

The inexplicable itching made his breathing quicken.

[Beep, the system prompts that the infinite death system is enabled. 】

[Mission background: You are a traitor. Although you did not actively join the Eternal Freedom Sect, in their eyes, you are a shameful traitor for joining the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. The Eternal Freedom Sect will never give any mercy to traitors. A patrol officer is on his way to find you...]

[Mission goal: Survive! 】

[That is a powerful patrol envoy, she is really strong! 】

[Task rewards: distributed according to your means of survival! 】

[Countdown to death: 3,600 seconds! 】

Double death warning!

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