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

Ron's figure walked forward in the ashes.

The ashes were very deep.

They almost submerged Ron, and there were two deep traces behind him.

The goose-feather-like ashes in the sky were like the heavy snow in the winter in the Far North, and there was no end in sight.

No one knew where these ashes came from, but they were endless. It was not long after he walked, and the traces left behind by Ron were already covered by ashes.

Ron was not walking fast, and he seemed to be looking for something.

Some ashes were scattered on Ron's shoulders and hair, making Ron look a little embarrassed.

Ron didn't know how long he had walked on this mysterious land and how far he had crossed.

He was like a rigid machine, just walking aimlessly like this.

Elsa and Ostara followed Ron silently.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was unknown how long it had passed. Ron seemed to feel a little tired. He finally stopped. He didn't care about the dust on the ground and just sat on the ground.

On this continent, there was nothing except ashes.

When Ron sat down, his whole body was almost completely submerged in the dust.

But Ron didn't care about it at all. He just slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep like a baby. Elsa and Ostara could even faintly hear a slight cry from Ron's nose.

The two women pursed their lips. They looked at each other and could see the anxiety and worry in each other's eyes.

But no one made any rash moves.

They didn't wake up Ron, let alone stop what Ron did.

The development of things was completely different from their original plan.

Ron's situation was not very good.

The burning of the soul caused serious damage to Ron's soul origin.

For any practitioner, this is a very serious matter. If one is not careful, the practitioner may even become a complete waste.

And Ron's situation is even more serious.

While fighting against the black fog full of madness and evil on the soul-suppressing monument, Ron also received the starlight of thousands of stars over the Black Sea. Those starlights are the last traces of will left in this world by gods and god-level practitioners.

Those wills were all instilled into Ron's spirit.

Such a complex will is enough to make any spirit crazy, even Ron is no exception.

Under the combination of the two reasons, Ron is now in a very special state.

Of course, this state will not last forever. When Ron completely digests the power in his body, the defects of the soul will naturally heal, and the lost memories and lost sanity will gradually return.

But now, the key question is, how long will this process take?

I don't know.

Ostara and Elsa don't understand.

They only knew that they could not help at all in this matter, so they could only follow Ron silently and wait quietly.

The ashes in the sky were huge.

They covered the sky and the sun.

Before long, Ron was covered with a thick layer of ashes.

After a few hours, Ron could no longer be seen at a glance, and the whole person had been completely swallowed by the ashes.

Even the traces of Ron's footsteps behind him disappeared silently.

For a long, long time.

A ripple appeared on the calm ashes.

Pieces of ashes gradually slid down like feathers, and a head emerged from the ashes.

Ron, who had rested well, continued to move forward as before, still at the same slow speed, as if he wanted to measure every inch of land on this continent with his own feet.

Suddenly, Ron stopped.

He clearly felt that his toes seemed to touch something hard.

There was no change on his expression, but he squatted down. Then he saw Ron's hands gently brushing away the layers of dust, and gradually, a white thing appeared in front of Ron.

It was a bone.

It was a human skull.

Swish... Swish...

Accompanied by the sound of falling dust, the whole skeleton appeared completely.

A slightly slender skeleton, with a slightly wider pelvis, this should be a woman.

Perhaps, she was once a powerful person who dominated the world, but now she can only lie here, letting her flesh and blood gradually rot, letting her bones be buried by dust.

A slightly sad atmosphere is spreading in the air.

Ostara and Elsa also silently looked at the skeleton in front of them. They seemed to have recognized the true identity of the skeleton.

This is... a human empress who once fought side by side with the first generation Dusk King tens of thousands of years ago.

What is her name?

It has been so long, and the memory has long been blurred and can no longer be remembered.

But the only scene that I have never forgotten is this hot girl, brazenly wielding a heavy sword that is larger than her body, with flames burning all over her body, burning administrators one after another into ashes.

She is the strongest existence of the human race.

In that chaotic era, she is the dignity of the human race.

She used her life to prove that she did not bring shame to mankind.

"Hey."

Ron sighed and said nothing more.

He blew another breath, and a hurricane rolled up in front of him. The dust on the ground was instantly cleared, revealing the hard ground under the skeleton.

Ron squatted down, used his hands as a knife, cut on the hard ground, and dug out a tomb.

He held the woman's skeleton in both hands, slowly put the skeleton into the tomb, and buried it with soil.

Just in Ron's soul, something suddenly shattered.

It was the soul-soothing stele.

When Ostara took Ron away from the bottom of the sea, the soul-soothing stele also flew away at the same time.

After boarding the soul-ferrying boat, the soul-soothing stele was integrated into his soul.

But now, the soul-soothing stele is broken.

The crisp click sound is particularly harsh.

However, the soul-soothing stele is not broken in its entirety. To be precise, a stone slab on the soul-soothing stele has detached from the stele surface.

Ron set the stone slab in front of the small tomb.

After a brief hesitation, he stretched out his right hand, and his sharp nails quickly scratched and cut on the stone slab.

Soon, a row of words appeared on the stone slab.

"The Tomb of the Unknown."

At the moment when Ron's last stroke fell, with a buzzing sound, an invisible impact spread around, and this strange impact gradually turned into a barrier, guarding the tomb in the middle.

The ashes falling from the sky will automatically spread around when they fall to a certain height above the tomb.

Ron sighed again and finally stood up.

He raised his head slightly, and a piece of ash happened to fall into Ron's eye socket.

The ashes quickly merged into Ron's body.

Subconsciously, Ron pressed his head hard with both hands, and there were constant bursts of tingling in his mind, as if something that had been suppressed was about to break through the blockade.

It was not until a long time later that this feeling gradually subsided.

Ron shook his head and continued to move forward.

After an unknown distance, Ron encountered another skeleton. It was a tall giant. Next to the bones, there was even a giant axe that accompanied him in his life.

The giant's skeleton had been broken into pieces.

Skull, spine, sternum, leg bones...

There were so many bones in the body, but few were intact.

The only intact finger bone was still tightly grasping the axe handle, and he would rather die than let go.

This is... the master of the Giant King's Court.

He was also a brave warrior. Even when his muscles and bones were broken, he still hugged an administrator and died together.

The ancient battlefield was so crazy, bloody, and tragic.

Although it was terrifying, it was also so nostalgic.

He was so beautiful and looked down on the world.

When Ron left, there was a huge tomb on the ground. In front of the tomb was a small stone tablet, which read: Tomb of the Unknown.

Keep moving forward.

After a long time, a mountain range suddenly appeared in front of Ron.

Or rather, something like a mountain range.

After all, what kind of existence is under the dust?

Ron waved his hand, and a whirlwind appeared out of thin air. The strange whirlwind swept across the mountain range, sweeping away all the endless dust, revealing the true appearance under the dust.

That... seemed to be a giant python.

No, it might be a giant dragon.

That's right, it's a giant dragon.

A huge dragon that stretched for thousands of meters.

He had the head of a giant dragon. Although one of the two dragon bones was broken and one of the dragon eyes was dug out, it looked miserable, but it was still a giant dragon after all. After all, there would be no ferocious and sharp claws on the abdomen of a giant python.

The head was tattered, and Ron could even smell a strong, decayed smell.

The dragon scales on the head were almost all stripped off, exposing the white and rotten meat inside.

The rest of the body wasn't much better, especially the middle part of the body, which was almost cut in half. White bones could be clearly seen under the broken dragon scales and flesh.

Of course, although it looked miserable, it was much better than the two remains before.

At least, he was still alive.

That's right, this dragon was still alive.

Although he was surrounded by death and his vitality was very weak, he still existed after all, and his vitality had not completely dissipated.

Tilting his head, Ron looked a little confused.

But he quickly stretched out his right hand and landed on the dragon's head.

Vitality... He could feel that deep in his soul, there was endless vitality.

The breath of life, like a clear stream, penetrated into the body of the tattered dragon through Ron's palm.

As vitality was injected, the dragon's appearance began to change rapidly. The scars on its body began to heal gradually. The dense dragon scales were growing again, and the dragon scales even began to flash a dazzling, golden luster.

Some ashes fell on Ron's body.

His head began to hurt again.

The feeling of being on the verge of bursting out became stronger and stronger.

Ron panted slightly, smiled, and then continued to move forward.

Now, it's not time for him to stop, no.

...

Dusk Continent.

No one knows what happened on Dusk Continent during this period.

Maybe nothing happened.

The major races are at peace.

The wars between the major kingdoms have gradually subsided.

The entire Dusk Continent gained a brief peace, and people could recuperate.

It seemed that everything was moving in a better direction.

However, the whole world was shrouded in an indescribable depression, as if a storm that could destroy the world could come at any time.

This atmosphere was more obvious in the elves, the Spang Theocracy, and Granville.

Heferson, the actual ruler of the elves, suddenly stopped being cruel and bloodthirsty, and stopped persecuting members of the former Royal Church. Even many important prisoners who had been captured by Heferson were released.

It seemed that Heferson was making up for the mistakes he had made.

This seemed to be a good thing.

But Heferson's next order made all the elves dizzy, and even doubted whether Heferson was crazy.

However, Heferson's order was mandatory.

He required all members of the entire elf tribe, regardless of gender, age, or age, to gather together and then move to Granville.

Although Heferson seemed to have shown some goodwill by releasing the prisoners, Heferson was notorious among the elves. Although some elves protested against Heferson's order, the voice of opposition was extremely weak.

In the end, tens of millions of elves in the entire elf tribe moved their families under Heferson's strong oppression.

For ordinary humans, long-distance relocation is indeed a very painful thing. If you are not careful, you will die halfway due to fatigue, injury, etc.

But, for elves, this is actually nothing.

After all, elves generally have quite good strength, and most importantly, elves can fly naturally.

Even if the journey is long, thousands of kilometers away, it only takes a few days to arrive.

On the Granville side, Dolores had already made preparations in advance.

Anyway, Granville is rich, and Dolores knows very well what kind of disaster is coming. If you die, no matter how much wealth you have, it will be worthless, so Dolores doesn't care about gold coins at all, and hires a large number of workers in Granville at high salaries to expand Adams again.

The buildings in Adams City became taller and denser.

It can accommodate several times the population before.

Even if all the elves moved to Granville, Adams could still accommodate them.

All the civilians in Granville also moved to Adams.

Dolores knew her ability. She didn't have the strength to protect all the creatures in the entire Dusk Continent, but she would try her best to protect the people of Granville, because she was the queen of Granville.

The whole country migrated, which was a crazy thing. Perhaps only a queen with great reputation like Dolores could accomplish it.

Granville's move clearly represented a very bad signal.

Although they didn't quite know what was going to happen to force Dolores to this point, the heavy, bad premonition lingered in everyone's heart.

The same move was made by the Spang Theocracy.

The Spang Theocracy's royal city expanded rapidly, and in a short period of time, it had created a huge city that was three times the size of the previous one.

As soon as the giant city was built, Lydia immediately issued an order to gather all the people of the Spang Theocracy.

Relatively speaking, the things on the Spang Theocracy side were completed more smoothly, and basically no protests were encountered. After all, the collapse of the Dulles Mountains overnight, the overwhelming dark clouds, and the terrifying thunder, even though more than a year has passed, are still terrifying.

The people of the Spang Theocracy were worried that something bad might happen, so they cooperated very well with Queen Lydia's orders.

Then, the saint Patrich, who had been dead for more than 800 years, suddenly resurrected in Granville and was certified by Her Majesty the Queen, the Great Saint Christian, the Valkyrie Arianna and many other big figures.

The newly appeared Patrich refused all visits from magicians.

Instead, with his extremely powerful strength, he arranged a huge magic defense shield, completely wrapping the expanded Adams inside.

At the same time, Dolores also gathered hundreds of thousands of magicians. These magicians had only one task, which was to support the magic shield arranged by the sages. No matter what the situation was, even if the magic power was exhausted, even if the body and soul disappeared, the magic shield must not be broken.

Once the magic shield was broken, tens of millions of deaths would follow.

The same was true for the Spang Theocracy. A mysterious beautiful woman who called herself Montelicia suddenly appeared and took over all the city defenses of the entire Spang Theocracy, and also arranged a similar defensive magic for the Spang Theocracy King City.

Isabel and Lydia also gathered a large number of magicians to support the existence of the magic shield.

All of this seemed very hasty, and there was obviously not enough time to make reasonable arrangements.

The two queens could only do their best within their own capabilities.

For a time, the huge Dusk Continent exploded, and the two queens Lydia and Dolores were directly evaluated as crazy.

That's right, it was crazy.

If it wasn't a madman, who could do such a crazy thing?

Everybody was laughing.

But these mocking voices had no effect on Dolores and Lydia. They didn't care about the outside world at all.

It's better to say that they were even praying that they were really crazy.

If they were really crazy, then perhaps... the disaster in the near future would not come.

However, the prayers of the two queens were of no use.

About half a year later, the disaster came.

It was a night, and suddenly there were many hideous cracks on the sky of the Dusk Continent!