Chapter 479 The End of the Holy Son (Five Thousand)

Time is slow.

Ron didn't need to kill Ahiborn with his own hands. He only needed to slow Ahiborn's movements. The clock in front of him could completely let the clock in front of him do the killing of Ahiborn.

Just like Ron's plan, Ashbourne tried to avoid it, but his movements were slightly slow for a moment. This short delay was enough for the chain that the two pointers evolved into.

Two chains quickly wrapped around Ashbourne's body.

Ashbourne used a short-distance space transfer, and his body appeared dozens of meters away. But unfortunately, before Ashbourne's space transfer, two chains had already wrapped around Ashbourne's body. Even if he appears dozens of meters away, he still exists.

At the moment when the chain was wrapped around, the clockwise rotation speed of the shortest pointer in the clock accelerated again.

The pointer had almost turned into a helicopter propeller. There was only a huge circle left on the dial. Even Ron couldn't tell how many times the pointer had rotated in one second.

But for Ashbourne, it was a completely different feeling.

The moment the two chains were entangled, Axiburn immediately felt that something was forcibly removed from his body.

He didn't know what was taken away, but there was an extremely strong hollow feeling in his chest. He knew that he had lost something extremely important. At first, he thought it was the energy in his body, but soon Quickly, he found that the dissipation speed of energy in his body had not changed at all.

The two chains and the weird clock stole something far more important than energy.

The energy in his body was still there, and Ashborn's hope had not completely disappeared. He raised his right hand, and the space around his body broke inch by inch. He wanted to use this method to cut off the two chains.

The shatterable space is completely useless to these two chains.

These two chains are more like some kind of nihilistic existence. They cannot be touched or destroyed, but they are truly wrapped around his body.

Gradually, Ashbourne noticed something strange about him.

He felt extremely tired. He even wanted to sit down on the ground and gasp for breath. He wanted to have a good rest and not be able to sleep.

In the underground palace, a cold wind blew through.

At what seemed to be the entrance, several destruction-level experts were trying to break through the impact caused by the blockade.

Ashborn's hair also swayed, and some strands of hair floated in front of his eyes. When he saw the little hair he had left, Ashbourne's eyes suddenly shrank. He saw his hair. There were actually strands of snow-white silk threads mixed in.

His body stiffened slightly, then he lowered his head to look at the back of his hand. He was surprised to find that the back of his hand, which was full of scars, had gained a layer of gray color at some point. Weird wrinkles appeared on the originally twisted scars. .

His body is aging at an extremely fast speed.

His heart trembled. It was only at this moment that Ashbourne finally knew what was stolen from him...it was time, his time.

It turns out that Ron actually mastered the power of time, which is a more terrifying existence than space and destruction. Faced with such Ron, he did not lose unjustly.

Poison, stealing your own energy.

Clock, steal your own time.

Ashbern knew that he was dead.

Perhaps, he could self-destruct, personally detonate the energy in his body, detonate his own soul, drag Ron to death with him, and at least have a chance to seriously injure Ron.

However, self-destruction requires courage.

Not everyone can do this kind of thing, at least Ashborn can't do it.

What's more, now that the energy in his body has become a mess due to the poison, his body is also aging rapidly, and his control over energy is declining every second. In this case, even if he wants to self-destruct, Can't do it.

Ashbourne seemed to have completely given up struggling. He sighed and slowly floated down from the air. The two chains followed Ashbourne's movements like gangrene attached to the bone. Finally, he was in front of the coffin. sat down on the floor.

Ron's body also fell from the sky.

The life span of Ashbourne who entered the realm of destruction is long enough. Although the hands of the clock rotate very fast, it cannot be completed in a short time. Now Ron is curious about the one that has been hidden in nothingness until This guy who is doing nothing now, when will he take action?

If this guy takes action immediately to rescue Axiburn, it will be quite troublesome for him.

But that guy is very insidious and extremely confident. He believes that he can become the last fisherman.

"Huh..." Ahiburn's eyes narrowed into slits, and he sighed: "Why is this so?"

"Just because I offended you once in the Twilight Temple, do you want to use this method to deal with me?"

Ashborn suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Perhaps it was because he was used to being public that when he first met Ron in the Twilight Temple, he took action without any scruples. If you really think about it, his nightmare must have started from that time.

Before that, he and Ron had no interaction at all. It would be better to say that Ron at that time had just stepped into the realm of heroes, and he would not even take such a small role to heart.

That's why he started unscrupulously and wanted to plunder Ron's treasure. From then on, his life began to be immersed in pain, madness and despair.

"Why is this so?" Ron smiled, and then shook his head: "Your Highness the Holy Son, you may think this is just a trivial matter, but have you ever thought about it, what if I am really just an ordinary person?" As a hero-level cultivator, the Twilight Temple is my graveyard."

"Maybe in your eyes, I was just an insignificant ant at that time, and you could just crush me to death."

"But, after all, this is an undying blood feud. No matter what means you use to take revenge, it's not an exaggeration, right?"

Ashborn's breathing stagnated slightly. He seemed to have just thought of this. Before Ron's words, he had never even regarded that matter as anything important.

"It's a pity. If I hadn't taken action at the beginning, maybe none of this would have happened, right?" Axiburn sighed and said.

"Who knows." Ron also exhaled.

"But it's probably going to happen."

"Although the Twilight Temple is big, we will probably meet each other. As long as we meet, His Royal Highness the Son of God will definitely take action against me. By then, everything will still have to return to this line."

Ashborn scratched his hair a little irritably. Perhaps, when his character was gradually developed, his fate was already sealed.

Even without Ron, sooner or later he would encounter other opponents who could strangle him to death.

silence.

Neither Ron nor Ashbourne said anything more. It became very quiet between the two of them. There were only waves of roars coming from the entrance, and from time to time there would be waves of scorching shocks. .

It's Balumonge, Balk, and Holt 474th.

They are trying to break the entrance blockade.

Seeing that Ron and Ashbourne's side seemed to be dying down, they seemed even more anxious. After all, they really didn't have much time.

These are all legendary masters. If you pull out any one of them, they are respected by thousands of people. But now, each of these people just desperately widened their bloodshot eyes, and there was a constant buzz in their throats. Letting out low roars like wild beasts, they desperately used their strength to continuously bombard the mountains of boulders in front of them.

Accompanied by violent roars, huge rocks were shattered into pieces by the energy of the legendary master.

Near the entrance of the underground palace, it was almost turning into a desert, with fine grains of sand covering the ground.

Everyone is exerting their magic power vigorously, and they don't have much time to care about other situations around them.

In other words, they believe that except for themselves, Ron and Ashbourne, there is no other life in this underground palace.

It was this kind of ignorance, coupled with the diffuse smoke and dust, that made them completely unaware that a humanoid silhouette had quietly emerged in this space.

This humanoid silhouette was quietly approaching an old figure at an extremely slow speed.

It's Holt Four Hundred and Seventy-Four.

After dozens of seconds passed, the humanoid silhouette finally appeared behind Holt 474, and then... swish!

A dazzling cold light suddenly exploded in the turbid air.

The sharp dagger silently sank into the back of Holt 474's head, and then with a flick of his wrist, the dagger was lifted up.

Poor Holt 474's head was broken open directly from the back, from the back of the head to the top of the head. The scalp, skull, and the brain, cerebellum, and brain inside were neatly divided into two halves in the middle by the dagger.

A stream of red and white viscous liquid spurted out from the wound instantly.

"ah……"

Holt 474 let out a hoarse scream.

He turned around suddenly and swept one hand behind him. The scorching flames instantly enveloped a large area behind him.

But the assassin was obviously a professional.

After the attack was successful, he didn't stop at all. He tiptoed and retreated quickly. Although the heat wave formed by the blazing flames was exaggerated and extremely fast, it could not drown the assassin's body from beginning to end.

After retreating several dozen meters, the assassin's figure stopped.

The incident here also directly woke up a group of other legendary masters. Their expressions changed drastically, their bodies were instantly ready for battle, and they looked around with vigilant eyes.

Soon, they spotted the figure dozens of meters away. It was an elf.

She has a beautiful face, a standard oval face, gentle yet heroic. Although her figure is slightly meager, her long legs are particularly eye-catching. Although she has no figure, she is still wearing a black tights. No one knows where she got the courage to dress like this.

In one slender hand, there was a dagger.

The viscous liquid was falling down the tip of the knife.

Carol.

It was this assassin, Holt 474, who had just made a sneak attack. But what puzzled Holt the most was that he did not know this woman at all, and he had no idea why this woman would attack him.

Damn it, there are so many people who don't attack me sneakily, but they want to stab me. Could it be that I have a face that looks easy to bully?

His face twitched, and the wound on the back of his head looked a bit scary. The whole head looked like it had been split open from behind. Holt tried to use magic to treat the injury.

As long as his head was not chopped off directly, it didn't matter to him. As long as he received timely treatment, he would be able to recover quickly.

"Your Majesty Balumong, help me..." Holt 474 shouted in a deep voice.

He didn't want to be attacked by this female elf assassin while he was being treated.

Balumonge frowned slightly. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, no matter what, he and Holt 474 still got along for a while. If they were not friends, they were at least acquaintances. .

After a brief hesitation, Balumon stood between Carol and Holt.

Fortunately, this female elf assassin seemed to have no intention of continuing her attack after a sneak attack. She just looked at Holt quietly with some ridicule on her pretty face.

"Curse of Doom."

"Life given!"

"dusk!"

Three voices sounded one after another.

The moment the first sound sounded, Holt felt his body sink for no reason. He was not hurt in any way, but he didn't know what was going on, but deep in Holt's heart came a An unprecedentedly bad feeling.

Not to mention this, even the aura permeating his body has become particularly decadent.

Curse of Doom.

The power of Agnes.

The power of the curse.

Holt's perception was correct. This curse did not cause any direct harm to Holt, but this curse also pushed Holt completely into the abyss of misfortune.

Before he even had time to open the hymn magic scroll in his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his whole body began to swell. Holt was even more surprised to notice that there seemed to be something in his stomach. What kind of life is gestating, struggling, and seems to want to see the outside world. This is the power of Mirabelle. The gift of life is to give a life to the target's body... This will not directly kill the opponent, but there is no doubt that no matter how strong he is, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. .

At this moment, dusk fell. Holt's body suddenly stooped, and his already gray hair turned into dry white, like a clump of weeds, and even the teeth in his mouth became loose.

In an instant, he aged several dozen years.

Two legs with loose muscles.

The bones were so sore that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

You can even see patches of gray and black markings on his face, which are marks that only appear on people who are dying.

A pair of cloudy old eyes were filled with fear. After all, until now, he didn't even know what happened to him.

Balumonge was also confused. He originally followed Holt's request and stood between Holt and the female elf assassin, but he never thought that the female elf assassin had no intention of continuing to attack. The three attacks that came down were traceless. Even if he wanted to intercept them, he didn't know where to intercept them.

Judging from the sound, besides the elf, there are at least three other people here.

And they, before the other party took action, were completely unaware of the other party's existence. This was really terrifying.

No, not three, four.

As the smoke and dust around them gradually fell, four figures appeared in front of a group of legendary masters.

Just taking a casual look, Holt's heart trembled. Almost all of these people were old acquaintances.

On the left side, the tall, plump, graceful and luxurious woman is indeed his seventh princess, Agnes... She is still as beautiful as she was decades ago, and the years have not left any traces on her body.

She is his most beautiful concubine.

It was she who planted the most desperate curse on him.

What appeared next to Agnes was a woman with long silver hair. She was also very beautiful, with a face that was gentle yet fierce, and her crimson eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, holy and enchanting.

This... isn't this the White Saint from the Church of the Dawn Goddess, Irelia?

In the middle, there is a girl with blood-like hair and blood-like eyes. Comparing her appearance alone, she seems to be slightly inferior to the other women, but her heroic spirit is more likely to arouse men's desire to conquer.

However, the blood-like color clearly declared that if you want to conquer this woman, you must be prepared to lose your life.

This is Cecilia, the bloody nun of the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

As for the last one, he is a petite elf who looks a little childish. Although he is childish, he is still noble and elegant.

Elf princess, Mirabelle.

At this moment, Holt's mind kept sinking.

He knew that he was dead.

These women were all women around Ron. It was not that Ron had not noticed her, he had already known about her existence, but he was just too lazy to take action.

He knew that these women could handle him.

Chapter 1 Five Thousand