Chapter 600 The Fear of the Saints (10,000)

What are you afraid of?

As soon as these words came out, Patridge was shocked. He felt an invisible chill sweeping over his body. His old but strong body couldn't even control itself at this moment and shivered slightly.

His cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes.

The bright eyes stared at Ron, as if they wanted to see through his eyes and see through all the thoughts in Ron's mind.

Why did he know this? What else did he know?

Who was he?

In an instant, many thoughts rushed into Patridge's mind. His eyes were full of vigilance and... murderous intent when he looked at Ron.

As for Christian next to him, she also clearly felt the tense atmosphere between the two sides. At this moment, she only felt that the temperature around her became particularly low. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as the cold winter, which made people shudder.

The murderous intent from Patridge, even if it was not directed at herself, still made Christiane terrified and uneasy. She even felt that the gate of hell had opened in front of her, and the abyss of endless darkness was trying to swallow her up.

Under the strong stimulation, even though she knew that she was definitely not Patridge's opponent, Christiane still subconsciously prepared for the battle.

At the same time, the shock in her heart swept over like a stormy wave. Patridge was a saint, the most powerful human in the past eight thousand years except for the blasphemer. Even in the Dragon Valley, he was a guest of honor.

But such a powerful existence could only be forced to fake his death to escape.

Even for eight hundred years, he could only hide in the Dusk Continent.

What kind of enemy did he encounter?

There are too many unknowns in this world, so many that Christiane was horrified.

It was not until Ron's palm fell on her shoulder that Christiane broke free from the extreme tension and depression, and an unnatural blush appeared on her face.

And Patridge didn't care about Christian from beginning to end. His eyes were just staring at Ron. His eyes were like those of a ferocious jackal, as if he wanted to pry Ron's head open.

"What do you know?" After a long time, Patridge finally spoke slowly.

The false kindness could no longer be maintained at this time. His voice was hoarse, like stones rubbing together.

Ron also grinned and responded slowly: "A lot."

"For example, I know that you and the blasphemer are afraid of the same existence."

"I also know why those existences want to kill him, kill you, and also kill me..."

A gleam of light flashed in Patridge's narrowed eyes. With just this one sentence, he already understood that Ron really knew a lot of things, and might even know more than he did.

"Mr. Partridge, your strength has increased recently." Ron raised his eyebrows and said seemingly unintentionally: "In fact, it is difficult to improve your strength at our level unless you have an adventure."

"I see that your energy growth is not very large, but your soul level has improved a lot. Did you swallow some powerful souls?"

Partridge's eyelids jumped.

His face became more and more ugly, and he hated Ron more in his heart.

He hated Ron's ability to see through everything, as if he had no secrets in front of Ron.

Ron was just speculating and saying it casually, but looking at Partridge's expression, Ron knew that his speculation should be correct. No wonder Partridge's strength increased instead of decreasing after being injured.

No wonder his soul was so weak when he captured the soul of the God of Death Benavid again.

It seems that before he met the God of Death Benavid for the second time, the soul of the God of Death Benavid had been cut by Partridge.

Since he had already confirmed his guess, Ron no longer hesitated and continued, "Do you know the origin of the residual soul you devoured?"

Patrich frowned slightly. Although he hated Ron, he was really curious about this matter. Of course, Patrich didn't know anything. He just didn't dare to believe it.

Ron didn't keep it a secret and directly gave a name: "Death God Benavid."

Hiss.

As soon as the voice fell, Christian next to him immediately gasped.

Death God Benavid?

She didn't know the name Benavid, but she knew what the word Death God meant.

In other words, the saint Patrich in front of him actually swallowed the soul of a god? No, Ron was talking about the residual soul. Could it be that even Ron was involved in this matter?

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?

It was normal for Christian to have such a reaction. Although Christian's strength was outstanding among humans, she was still a woman who could not break free from the shackles.

Moreover, she was a devout believer of the Goddess of Dawn.

Suddenly, I knew that Ron and the Sage had killed a god together. I was shocked beyond words. I felt that the sky was about to fall and my whole worldview was about to explode.

That was a god. When did humans kill gods?

Partridge's pupils also shrank suddenly. He seemed to have thought of something, his breathing became more and more rapid, and at the same time, the expression on his face became more and more ugly, as gloomy as iron.

And Ron took advantage of this opportunity to chase after him: "You don't think that Benavid, the God of Death, came to the Twilight Continent just to kill Philomena and me, right?"

"You have been hunted for eight hundred years. You know better than me who the target of Benavid, the God of Death, is."

"I."

"Philomena."

"Hefferson..."

"And you!"

"And everyone else they consider heretics except us."

Partridge let out a heavy breath. He raised his head again and looked directly at Ron. However, although the sage's eyes were still solemn at this time, at least they looked barely normal:

"How much else do you know?"

Ron chuckled: "Not much, I just know that in the next half to a month, there may be a second batch of gods descending to the realm."

Partridge's pupils suddenly shook.

The impact this news brought to him was definitely exaggerated.

He was about to speak, but soon realized that there seemed to be a problem in Ron's words. He was not talking about the second lower realm of gods, but the second batch.

Second batch?

For a moment, Partridge only felt his scalp numb.

Does the second batch mean that there is more than one god in the lower realm?

One lower world god is enough to make him miserable. If there are a few more, will he still be able to survive?

Even Partridge had experienced a lot, but at this moment he felt a little unbearable. His head was about to explode. He couldn't even care about where Ron came from, and he quickly asked :

"How many gods are there?"

"Which gods are they?"

"Where will they show up?"

Ron is very satisfied with Partridge's attitude. That's all it needs to be. Partridge needs to be afraid. If Partridge is afraid, the more opportunities there will be for them to cooperate.

After all, Partridge is also a demigod-level expert.

Although his temperament is really not worthy of his identity and strength, he is still a very powerful fighting force and cannot be let go easily.

"There are two gods... No, I can only say that there is one god that can be confirmed so far, and the other existence in the lower realm may be more powerful than ordinary gods. It may be the better one among the gods with more amazing combat power. , it may also be... a more terrifying existence than gods."

"As for what his identity is? Sorry, I really don't know."

Christian was really speechless.

She couldn't get a word in the exchange between Ron and Partridge.

However, just listening to the conversation between these two people was enough to scare Christian.

There are two gods in the lower world at once... one of them may even be a more powerful existence than the gods.

Aren't gods the most powerful beings on the Twilight Continent? How could there be other creatures stronger than gods?

Christian was confused, but she knew that since Ron dared to say this, it must be true. After all, she still didn't understand the world too well.

Partridge, on the other hand, obviously knew a lot more about this world than Christian. He quickly understood what Ron meant by beings more terrifying than gods, although Ron could not completely confirm this. A little, but it was enough to make Partridge feel the pressure.

And this time, he finally understood why Ron said that this was a matter of life and death.

If what Ron said is true, then this statement is not an exaggeration at all.

Not only Ron, Philomena, but also he and Hefferson will definitely be the target of the other party. Since the other party has made such a big noise, it is impossible to simply eradicate a heretic and call it a day. .

"It's impossible..." After thinking carefully for a period of time, Partridge slowly shook his head: "Those beings cannot easily come down from heaven without meeting certain conditions. As far as I know, those beings have only The lower world was visited twice. The first time was the war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty. After many gods died in the battle, one of those beings appeared and cut the last Twilight King into pieces. "

"The second time, it was a blasphemer."

Ron smiled, not surprised by the Sage's caution.

Partridge could survive for eight hundred years under the pursuit of the repairman. How could it be possible without enough foresight?

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Sage, I know more about this matter than you. I not only know that the repairman killed the blasphemer and the last Twilight King, I also know that the last Twilight King took off the repairman's heart."

Repairman?

Repairman's heart?

Partridge was really surprised. He thought he knew enough about what happened eight thousand years ago, but Ron actually knew more than he did.

In fact, when Ron said the word repairman, Partridge was already convinced that Ron was also one of the parties involved in this chaos.

"As for the blasphemer, he gouged out the repairman's eye."

"I also know that they can only descend to the Dusk Continent when certain conditions are met, and I even have some inferences about this condition, but I also know that the repairmen have been studying and trying to find some loopholes that can allow them to circumvent these rules and descend to the lower world."

"The God of Death Benavid is likely to come down through this method."

"When you met the God of Death, he was just a pure soul. You may not know that when he first appeared, he appeared in the image of Noctis, the young master of the Winged People. In short, the God of Death Benavid occupied Noctis's body and took over this body. He used Noctis's body as a support to support himself to stay in the Dusk Continent for a long time, and even support him to fight."

"This is their method."

"The body of the god will not descend easily, but they can transport the soul of the god down, so that the rejection will be reduced a lot."

Patrich nodded slightly. He had known about this matter for a long time, so he was not too surprised.

"I'm curious, how did you know that there might be two gods coming to the world?"

"I've always been called a prophet, you should know that, right?" Ron said.

Patrich nodded again. Since he fought with Ron, he had investigated this man who he didn't care about before, and naturally knew that Ron called himself a prophet.

But he didn't believe that Ron really had that ability.

After all, a prophet, this is really a bit too exaggerated.

Even with his level of strength, he didn't have the ability to see through the future, how could Ron do it?

After all, it is said that when Ron first became a prophet, he was not even a cultivator. His extraordinary one-star strength was only slightly stronger than ordinary people. A well-trained ordinary soldier could knock Ron down.

He suspected that Ron was bluffing.

"Whether you believe it or not, I can indeed peek into the future under certain special circumstances." Ron spread his hands and said.

"What did you see?" Partridge asked curiously. Could it be that he saw two gods descending to the world in this prophetic ability?

"I saw a huge altar. There were thirteen old men with white hair and beards around the altar. On the altar was a woman of extraordinary beauty."

Partridge was silent for a while.

From Ron's eyes, he felt that Ron did not lie, and it would not do Ron any good to deceive himself on such a matter.

But, an altar, thirteen old men, and a woman?

What's this?

He was really a little confused. He didn't know how Ron judged from this picture that two gods were going to descend to the world.

Gods need to rely on and take over.

That woman, couldn't she be the sacrifice for the gods to take over?

Thinking about it, Partridge seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face suddenly changed. Thirteen old men? Why does this number sound a bit subtle?

And that woman of extraordinary beauty?

Patrich suddenly raised his head and looked at Ron: "Those thirteen old men..."

"If I guess correctly, they should be the thirteen ancestors of the Andre family. As for that woman, it is very likely that she is Montelicia."

Patrich's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his face was extremely ugly.

Good guy, the Andre family is really willing to sacrifice Montelicia? To let the gods take over their bodies?

He was at least a son-in-law of the Andre family for a period of time, and he had also read the Andre family history. When he saw the thick family history made of gold, Patrich sneered.

You are afraid that others don't know that you are rich, right?

Compiling family history, actually using gold to write it, what kind of country bumpkin behavior?

This is definitely not envy.

However, they are willing to let Montelicia, the best woman in the Andre family in 8,000 years, be sacrificed. What kind of existence will the god who took over Montelicia be? Could it be... a repairman?

"Also, Mansfield was causing trouble in the Spang Theocracy before... Oh, Your Excellency the Saint, you should know who Mansfield I'm talking about, right?"

Patridge nodded. Of course he knew. Mansfield, the youngest and most arrogant son of the Dragon King, although in Patridge's opinion, Mansfield's talent was far inferior to that of Ifrit, the youngest daughter.

But unfortunately, Ifrit was expelled.

Instead, Mansfield was designated as the next Dragon King.

I don't know if the Dragon King has a hole in his brain, otherwise how could he make such a stupid decision?

"That Mansfield was beaten to pieces and was about to die, when an ancestor of the Andre family suddenly appeared and rescued Mansfield..." Ron exhaled and said helplessly.

At this moment, Patridge finally understood how Ron judged that there were two gods in the lower world.

After all, there were two receptors for taking over the body.

The Andre family is a group of shameless old villains. Patridge could not think of any other use for rescuing Mansfield except to use this stupid dragon prince as a tribute to possess another body. After all, the Andre family attaches the most importance to blood inheritance. It is impossible for them to intermarry with the dragon clan, and they will never help a stranger when he is of no value to themselves.

Ron deduced that there might be two gods descending to the world based on the future he saw and some things he encountered. The evidence was a little insufficient, but Patridge felt that this was more credible.

"How to act?"

This basically means that Patridge agreed with Ron's plan and agreed to cooperate.

"I still have to go to the elves, hoping to persuade Heferson to join forces. After all, everyone has a part in this matter and no one can escape. When everyone is gathered, we will directly kill into the Andre family's nest and destroy the sacrificial ceremony before the gods descend to the world, interrupting the process of descending to the world." Ron said simply.

Upon hearing this, Patrich shook his head immediately: "Impossible, since you have seen the thirteen old men, you should know that the thirteen old men are extremely powerful and are all demigod-level existences. Even I dare not act rashly in front of any of them."

"As for the masters of the Destruction Realm, there is no telling how many there are. Even if you and I join forces, plus Philomena and Heferson, it is like an egg hitting a stone."

"My friend, believe me, the foundation of the Andre family is far more terrifying than you think."

"I don't want to be hunted to death by the repairman, but I also don't want to commit suicide."

"If your suggestion is just this, then I'm sorry, I would rather live a few more days under the pursuit of the repairman..."

When saying this, Ron could clearly see the deep, unremovable fear in the depths of Patrich's eyes.

He is afraid, afraid of the Andre family!

Patrich knew better than anyone that the Andre family had been badly hurt since the blasphemer's massacre. Otherwise, if these so-called guardians of fate had hunted him down according to the repairman's request, he would have turned into a pile of bones long ago!

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