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

The repairman died.

It was so easy that even Ron felt a little incredible.

But after a second thought, he felt it was normal.

After all, he was no longer just Ron. He inherited the will and power of hundreds of gods. He was more like a combination of some strong desires. With his current strength, destroying a mere repairman was not a trivial matter.

After getting rid of the repairman, Ron casually shook his hands and threw away the disgusting things stuck on his hands. He turned around and looked. The battlefield was already in chaos, but in this chaos, he could still clearly see that the situation had changed a little.

The appearance of hundreds of Dusk Kings completely reversed the situation on the battlefield.

If the Fate Maintainer could appear in person, he might be able to easily suppress hundreds of Dusk Kings, but being able to stretch out one arm was already his limit. The laws left by the first generation of Dusk Kings for the Dusk Continent were too powerful, so powerful that even the Fate Maintainer could hardly break through.

Just like hundreds of ferocious beasts, they don't care whether they will be injured or even die. They just want to kill these so-called gods and administrators.

That is the only obsession that allows them to persist in the coffin for tens of thousands of years.

The splattered blood turned into rain, covering the whole world.

Broken flesh and blood, broken bones, like huge hail falling from the sky.

Death is happening every moment.

I don't know when it started, but there are no angels on the battlefield. Maybe they have escaped, or maybe they are all dead. Who knows? After all, no one has the time to care about the little angels on the battlefield now.

Gods are falling.

Dusk King is falling.

Administrators are falling.

Everyone seems to have become a group of lunatics. They seem to have completely forgotten why the war started.

This situation is obviously not what the fate maintainer wants to see.

The unexpected situation made the Fate Keeper particularly irritated. The huge arm shook suddenly, and Elsa, Ostara, the Blasphemer, and Zhou Yang, who were originally entangled with the Fate Keeper, were all shaken away.

The next second, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the huge palm actually began to rise slowly and gradually, trying to retract back to the heaven.

In fact, this guy's speed is not slow at all.

It's just that this arm is too big and can't be completely retracted for a while.

"Cut."

A low roar came from deep underground.

That was the voice of the Blasphemer.

The next moment, the Blasphemer's black giant hand was seen, and it instantly evolved into a huge 400-meter-long black sword. The blade swept across the sky, and the entire sky was almost torn in half by the Blasphemer. The sky trembled violently.

In an instant, the black sword had reached the side of the palm of the Fate Keeper, and the blade cut through it instantly.

Swish.

A huge arm was cut off by the black sword.

Like a giant pillar, it fell from the sky to the ground.

The whole earth trembled.

Immediately, countless dense black tentacles quickly entangled, dragging this huge finger and quickly disappeared deep underground.

It can be seen that Archibald has not been idle for hundreds of years. Although he has been hiding in the abyss, he has never slacked off in his practice, and his own strength has also risen.

Now the blasphemer meets the repairman, I am afraid that it will take only a few moves for the repairman to be killed by Archibald.

The palm of the fate maintainer twitched suddenly, and then the speed of recovery increased again.

In an instant, the giant hand disappeared in the battlefield.

Even the huge vortex in the sky disappeared completely.

Those administrators and gods were all abandoned by the fate maintainer in the Dusk Continent, leaving them to fend for themselves.

In the eyes of gods, angels are consumables, and in the eyes of administrators, gods are consumables.

Similarly, in the eyes of the Destiny Maintainer, there is not much difference between the so-called administrators and consumables.

Ron tried to intercept the Destiny Maintainer, but unfortunately he was still a step too late. When Ron appeared in that area, the vortex had disappeared completely.

If all the remaining administrators and gods were killed, the Dusk Continent would at least usher in thousands of years of peace, right? But this is not what Ron wants. As long as the Destiny Maintainer exists, the crisis of the Dusk Continent has not been resolved.

He raised his hand and punched the void in front of him.

Buzz.

Crackling.

The space collapsed piece by piece.

There was even a black hole in front of the fist.

On the other side of the hole, there was a hexagonal barrier, separating the Dusk Continent from the heaven.

The fan-like hand just crushed the body of a god. Zhou Yang happened to see this scene, and his eyelids jumped immediately. He thought that he had used the super magic cannon to barely blast out the barrier between the heaven and the dusk continent. Now Ron's casual punch actually caused the same effect.

How strong is Ron now?

Could it be that the power of a casual punch is comparable to the bombardment of the super magic cannon?

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?

It's just a pity that although the barrier was blasted out, it didn't have the power to penetrate it.

Ron sighed. Although he just swung his fist casually just now, he actually attacked with all his strength without any reservation.

Just when Ron was feeling melancholy, two rays of light suddenly flew straight towards him from a far distance.

One ray of light came from Elsa, and the other came from Lucia and Selma.

Seeing the two rays of light, Ron was somewhat puzzled. He subconsciously stretched out his hands, and the two rays of light fell into Ron's palms.

The one from Elsa was a bracelet with a heart-shaped pendant.

The one from Lucia and Selma was a brooch in the shape of a star and a moon.

The heart of the goddess.

The heart of the star and the moon.

A question mark just appeared in Ron's mind, and suddenly he felt something a little abnormal in front of him. He looked up and saw that the originally regular hexagonal, solid barrier suddenly became like water waves.

The door was opened?

Ron's eyelids jumped suddenly. Although there was no door in front of him, such a thought appeared in his mind.

After a brief hesitation, Ron stretched out his right hand, and the next second Ron's pupils contracted.

His right hand actually penetrated the barrier directly.

The next second, with a whoosh, Ron's entire body penetrated the barrier.

He thought he would go to heaven.

I had heard from Elsa before that the so-called heaven was a huge sky island with all kinds of tall and magnificent buildings on it.

However, when he looked around, Ron did not see such a scene. The surroundings were dim and a little dark. There was a chandelier above his head, shaking gently, and the room was bright and dark.

There was not even a window in the room, so he could not see what the outside looked like.

There was a long table in front of him, and across the table, there was a figure.

Ron had thought about what the image of the Destiny Maintainer was, such as a tall giant who could grab a planet in his palm with one slap, a huge rotten piece of meat covered with tentacles, or even a pure spiritual life...

The only thing he had never thought about was that it would be an ordinary human being.

He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, even a little short in the Dusk Continent, with an eye hanging on the bridge of his nose, and he looked gentle and refined. If it weren't for the fact that he lost a finger on his right hand, Ron would have found it hard to believe that this guy was the Fate Keeper.

Noticing Ron's gaze, the Fate Keeper looked himself up and down: "Seeing my appearance, do you feel that the image in your heart is about to collapse?"

His voice was also very gentle, with a little magnetism, and it would not make people bored.

"A little."

"Would you like to drink something?" The Fate Keeper asked again.

It was still that unhurried tone, and that gesture made it even hard to believe that both sides wanted to kill each other's enemies not long ago.

"Tea? Coffee? Coke?"

"Coke."

The Fate Keeper nodded, and he looked at the table in front of Ron: "In the next second, a bottle of Coke will appear in front of you..."

After the voice fell, a second later, a bottle of Coke did appear in front of Ron, Pepsi.

Although Ron had been staring at it, he could not figure out where the Coke came from. He looked strange. He picked up the Coke, and the cool touch penetrated his fingers and spread all over his body. It was still iced. The service was good.

Snap.

The pull ring was pulled open by Ron.

He raised his head, and the black liquid gurgled into Ron's mouth.

The familiar, stimulating taste exploded on the taste buds, and in an instant, Ron felt comfortable all over.

The familiar feeling was like a dream.

Ron couldn't remember how long it had been since he tasted this taste.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After a short silence, the Destiny Keeper spoke again: "You should know that I can't be killed. There is no existence in this world or this universe that can kill me, and you are no exception."

Ron nodded: "I know."

He had already understood this when he obtained the Heart of the Goddess and the Heart of the Star and the Moon.

There are two doors.

One door opens the barrier between the Dusk Continent and the Heaven.

A door is exile, leading to the unknown.

Destiny cannot be destroyed, it can only be exiled.

"You will die in the next second."

The fate maintainer spoke again.

As soon as the voice fell, Ron suddenly felt that his life was being taken away. He snapped his fingers: "Time goes back."

The feeling of life being taken away quickly disappeared, and the time of the whole room had been pulled back to a few seconds ago.

At this moment, the fate maintainer was opening his mouth and speaking, but... the voice suddenly had a short pause. Although it was only a moment, the fate maintainer obviously knew what happened: "Sure enough, I can't kill you either."

That's right, for Ron who has mastered the ability to go back in time, he can completely turn back time when he is seriously injured and dying.

Time is indeed one of the most mysterious powers in the world.

It is not inferior to the power of destiny at all.

"I want to know why I lost?" The Fate Keeper was not disappointed, his eyes were flickering: "I have clearly calculated everything..."

Ron's mouth curled up a smile: "There are some things in this world that cannot be calculated, such as... human hearts."

Yes, it is human hearts.

The human heart is immeasurable.

The Fate Keeper can calculate life and death, but cannot calculate tens of millions of civilians who are willing to take up arms to resist the powerful gods.

The Fate Keeper can calculate earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and natural disasters, but cannot calculate the obsession of the Dusk King.

He can peek into the future, but he doesn't know that the future will change because of people's hearts.

The Fate Keeper believes in his own calculations.

The first generation Dusk King believes more in people's hearts.

He believes that under his protection, in a long time, there will definitely be a being that can fight against the Fate Keeper.

He knows that the Fate Keeper needs to dominate the fate of all living beings in a world, and only after completing this feat can he become the true master of fate.

He also knows that in order to achieve this goal, the Fate Keeper will take high-pressure measures against the Dusk Continent.

Under this kind of repression, many people may die, but the higher the pressure, the more chances there are to give birth to a strong man who transcends the limit. Ron even suspects that the loophole in the rules of the first generation Dusk King's soul evolution may be left by him on purpose.

Ron exhaled slowly: "You should leave."

Just behind the Fate Keeper, a door appeared, leading to the unknown.

Turning his head to take a look, the Fate Keeper looked at Ron again, with a strange expression: "Should I say that I will come back?"

...

The mountains and rivers were broken.

The Dusk Continent almost became a ruin.

The Dusk Continent, which was once a whole, was divided into seven.

The place where the Spang Theocracy and Granville were located became the only world with people among the seven continents because of the protection of many masters.

The survivors rebuilt their homes in the ruins.

Maybe it was hard, but...there was hope in everyone's eyes.

Of the many races on the Dusk Continent, only humans, elves, and a very small number of fox girls were left, and almost all the others were extinct.

A piece of green grass seemed particularly rare at this time. Ron lay there quietly, staring at the sky. There was a chirping sound nearby. It was Irelia, Dolores, Christian, Ifrit, Philomena and other women. I don’t know what they were talking about, but they sounded very happy.

Ostara, Elsa, Lucia, Selma and others were not here.

I heard that the surviving gods were ready to develop faith again on the Dusk Continent. This time, they wanted to become a qualified god.

However, now the Spang Theocracy and Granville have a population of more than 100 million, and there are also a group of guys like the Dragon God. Ron seriously doubts whether there are enough believers?

There was a sound of footsteps around him.

Ron knew who was coming without looking.

Archibald, and Zhou Yang, who had shrunk in body.

It is said that this secret technique of changing size at will was taught to Zhou Yang by Archibald. Ron still can't forget that when Zhou Yang's body shrank for the first time, he was as excited as a child weighing more than 300 pounds.

"Can we go back?" Zhou Yang suddenly spoke.

"I can't go back. I almost forgot what the earth looks like." Ron yawned.

He felt that his life was pretty good now, except that there were a little more women, and he couldn't handle it and his waist hurt.

Zhou Yang and Archibald looked at the pure and beautiful girls nearby. Neither Zhou Yang nor Archibald concealed the envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Zhou Yang was gritting his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot.

Although he was a hero in the War of the Gods, after his body shrank, he wanted to contact those girls as an ordinary person, but his body weighing more than 300 pounds was obviously rejected by the girls, so that he is still alone.

As for Archibald, he was also very unhappy.

He used to have many nun wives, but now they are all gone.

Ron is the only one who can still hug his wife and concubines.

Suddenly, Archibald seemed to remember something, and his face became very strange: "Ron..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Can you tell me why my well-behaved and lovely daughter Philomena suddenly came to me and hoped that I could help her find a good day to hold a wedding with you?"

Crack.

Ron, who was originally calm, suddenly got stuck and his expression froze.

"Asshole, I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as my son-in-law..."

The angry roar resounded through the sky!

(End)

It's finally over, my head hurts.

It's hard to describe what I feel now. The only feeling is tired, so tired that I can't lift my hands or open my eyes.

There is also a kind of relaxation, which is the relaxation of not having to think about anything or do anything at once.

Anyway, it's over. Next, I should lie in bed and have a good sleep for two days.

Anyway, it's summer vacation. It's rare to have a vacation, so take a good rest during the summer vacation. Happy summer vacation everyone.

As for the new book, I'll come back after the summer vacation.

The road is long, see you again if we are destined!