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

The angel's flesh and blood fell from the sky like hail.

It fell on the magic shield, and the shield that was originally shining was stained with dirt and stains.

The whole world was dead silent, without any movement, as if time had stopped.

Some beings in the heavens did not seem to expect such a situation, and did not have time to respond for a while.

Slaughtering angels like this was a huge victory, but Heferson and Patrich looked at each other and could see the solemnity in each other's eyes. They were more calm than ordinary people and would not be overwhelmed by this small victory.

They even knew that these angels were at best appetizers.

The real trouble had not even come yet.

Of course, they hoped that those beings in the heavens could understand that the Dusk Continent was not something they could bully whenever they wanted, and hoped that those beings would retreat when they knew the difficulties, but they also knew that those beings were a group of arrogant lunatics.

Those cruel and ruthless guys may not care about the life and death of these angels, but they will definitely be furious.

After all, in the eyes of those guys, these ants in the lower world dared to resist and it was an unforgivable sin.

Sure enough, after a short period of silence, countless dark clouds suddenly floated in the sky.

The thick dark clouds were churning violently.

Indescribable pressure enveloped everyone's heart in an instant.

That kind of pressure is indescribable.

Even a powerful existence like Patrich, who is at the peak of demigod, felt that his scalp was about to split.

Above his head, the huge vortex did not dissipate.

On the contrary, the vortex spun more crazily.

It was like a bottomless abyss. Just by looking at it, Patrich felt that his soul was about to be swallowed.

One by one, the body couldn't help trembling, his face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

For a moment, whether it was the civilians below or the demigod-level masters, they all had the urge to crawl on the ground to declare their submission.

Rumble...

The sound of thunder continued to come from the sky.

Figures appeared from the vortex again.

Angels, angels again.

Endless, as if there would never be an end to the angels.

The number was even more exaggerated than before.

Although this might be the limit of the heavens, this was already all the angels at present, but the exaggerated number still brought only despair.

The most depressing thing was that the magic cannon had been destroyed and could not be used again.

In this case, they really didn't know what means they had to fight against so many terrifying existences.

However, Patrich and others knew that the magic cannon could not be used, but the angels in the sky were not aware of it. On the contrary, they only saw that the previous angels were wiped out in an instant. For a moment, these angels were also horrified. They subconsciously gathered together and stared at the bottom with full of defense, fearing that they would also fall into the same fate as their predecessors, and did not dare to attack rashly.

For a short time, the two sides were deadlocked in a weird way.

At this time, another strange roar suddenly broke the silence at the scene.

In the rolling dark clouds, a huge shadow of a palm appeared out of thin air.

That palm was no less powerful than the Adams King City, which had expanded several times. It could really be called covering the sky and the sun.

At the moment when this palm just appeared, the whole Adams was shrouded in a heavy gloom. Just as the palm just appeared, the overwhelming pressure had already enveloped it.

The magic shield protecting Adams seemed to feel the boundless pressure, shaking violently, as if it was under unimaginable pressure, and even creaking sounds came from the shield.

Even if there were tens of thousands of powerful magicians and several masters of the realm of destruction to guide them, the shield that could block the angel's attack seemed so small at this moment.

As the giant hand continued to fall, the pressure became more and more terrifying.

Creaking...

Accompanied by the harsh sound, hideous cracks began to appear on the surface of the shield.

Heferson and Patridge's scalps were about to split. The moment the giant hand just appeared, they had goose bumps on their bodies. It seemed that there was a voice in their minds that kept screaming, stimulating them to leave quickly. That was a force they could never resist.

In Heferson's mind, there was even a roar of fear from the source of all evil.

God?

No, it couldn't be a god.

It's not like they haven't seen ordinary gods before, but they can never have such strength.

Is it... the legendary, the real master of the heaven?

Is this guy crazy?

Even if he is the real master of the heaven, if he wants to break the barrier between the heaven and the Dusk Continent, he will definitely be backlashed by the rules.

What happened that made this guy willing to endure the backlash of the rules and destroy all the creatures on the Dusk Continent?

No one knows.

But one thing is certain, that is, the real disaster on the Dusk Continent has finally arrived.

Patrich and Heferson trembled, and their courage seemed to be crushed into pieces in an instant.

They can ignore angels, and even have the courage to fight against gods, but when facing such an existence, all their courage is gone, and all that is left is... fear.

With their heads lowered, their sights fell below.

The whole Adams has fallen into chaos.

Despite the protection of the shield, this giant hand still makes everyone panic, desperate, and even collapse.

Only Irelia and a few others, leading tens of thousands of magicians, have maintained the shield from beginning to end.

Queen Dolores has also appeared. She stood at the highest point of the royal city, trying her best to make her voice penetrate everyone's ears and maintain the stability of the city.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Suddenly, Heferson screamed.

The tall body twitched unconsciously, and gray-black silk was wrapped around his body, gloomy and evil, like a demon walking out of the abyss.

Escape?

Impossible.

If all the creatures in the world are destroyed and only I am alive, what's the point?

The worst that can happen is death.

With a twisted and hideous face, Heferson automatically blocked the roar of the source of all evil in his mind. With a roar, his tall body rushed into the sky with a dark light.

Seeing Heferson's actions, Patrich couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Forget it, forget it, what's the harm in fighting?

The next moment, Patrich's old body also rushed upwards.

In a short time, the two people have pushed their own strength to the extreme, and even their souls have traces of burning. They are wrapped in surging energy, like a raging tsunami, trying to stop the giant hand falling from the sky.

Bang... Bang...

Two dull sounds.

Patrich and Heferson rushed up quickly, and fell even faster.

Although they mustered all their courage, at this moment, courage cannot decide everything. In the face of absolute power, courage is worthless.

Just like an ant and an elephant, no matter how the ant bared its teeth and claws, can it bite through the skin of the elephant?

The moment they came into contact, a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded from their bodies, and their bodies shattered instantly.

The broken bodies were covered in blood, and fell from the sky like a meteor, hitting the protective shield straight.

The solid protective shield became particularly fragile at this time, and with a snap, the protective shield shattered instantly.

Including Irelia, tens of thousands of magicians spurted out streams of blood from their mouths almost at the same time.

The strong smell of blood began to spread in the air.

Maybe, I'm really going to die?

Fear?

Afraid?

Maybe.

Facing death, no one would not be afraid, right?

But inexplicably, the despair in my heart was not as strong as at the beginning.

Whether it was a practitioner, an ordinary soldier of the kingdom, an elf or a civilian of the kingdom, they were afraid, but they still stood up straight.

Perhaps they knew that their existence was as small as an ant in front of the other party, but they still held the long sword in their hands tightly.

Even if they are ants, they will still show their teeth and claws.

Even if they are dying, they want to resist.

Saint, High Priest, Her Majesty the Queen, White Saint, Bloody Sister... and so many practitioners in the kingdom, they have done enough to protect this country, haven't they?

Swish!

Suddenly, a shiny long sword was raised, and the tip of the sword was facing the sky.

It was like a primer.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sound of piercing the air continued, and weapons were raised one after another.

Maybe they are weak, but this is their will.

In a short time, tens of millions of weapons in the entire royal city were flashing cold light.

Those weapons were mixed and chaotic, with spears, long guns, sharp swords, scimitars, and even kitchen knives, watermelon knives, and even things like axe and dung fork appeared.

This is their will, the will of all creatures on the Dusk Continent.

They were just a group of tiny ants, but for some reason, seeing these tiny lives, the angels in the sky felt creepy, as if their bodies were pierced with holes.

They didn't understand why these tiny ants had the courage to resist the attack of the Lord of Destiny?

Are they crazy?