Chapter 532: Devouring the Sages (Six Thousand)

Patridge was still running away, desperately running away.

At this moment, Patridge was extremely upset. He even doubted what was wrong with his brain before. He knew that Philomena's strength could pose a threat to him, but he was still affected by hatred, which made him give up his persistence and follow Philomena to try to find an opportunity to kill Archibald's biological daughter.

He must have been crazy at the time, otherwise he would never make such a stupid decision.

Patridge knew very well that he was not the kind of person who cared about decency. Even if the enemy met, even if the enemy's strength might be weaker than his own, it was not shameful to run away. The short retreat was for a better life on the Dusk Continent.

He knew how many people on the Dusk Continent wanted his life.

Ron, the guardian of fate, the members of the Andre family, the other tools arranged by the repairman...

That's right, so Patridge would think carefully about everything he did and never allow himself to be seriously injured. He knew that once he was seriously injured, those who wanted to kill him would rush over like a group of jackals and tear him to pieces.

Even if he hated Archibald to death, even if Philomena was Archibald's biological daughter, he would never violate his principles.

Patridge seriously suspected that his consciousness at that time should have been disturbed by some kind of power, so he made such an irrational move. This kind of thing has happened before. The so-called repairman in the heavens has countless shameless means.

As a result, Philomena was ambushed by him, but he did not kill Philomena as he wished. On the contrary, he directly ignited Philomena's anger, causing Philomena to fall into a state of rage and chase her all the way to death.

If there was no six-winged fallen angel, even if Philomena could have survived by other means, there would still be evil spirits entangled with Philomena. Now, this crazy woman Philomena has put all her attention on herself.

Especially the power that can directly hurt the soul, which directly traumatized Patridge's soul. Patridge definitely didn't want to be hit a second time.

He fled all the way.

But even though he was very strong, the contaminated area had a certain impact on him, and his speed was far less than normal.

But Philomena, under the dual blessing of the law of violence and the law of regeneration, was not much inferior to himself. In addition, the mercury lamp suspended above the woman's head, although the light was weak, could completely block the erosion of pollution on Philomena. Under this kind of growth and decline, Philomena's speed was almost the same as his own.

That's not all. He also used various means along the way, such as throwing out several clones and creating several phantoms to try to confuse Philomena. He thought that Philomena was in a violent state and was in a state of confusion. She would definitely be confused by the clones and phantoms. As long as he could delay Philomena a little, even if it was only for one second, it would be enough for Patrich to open a distance of a thousand meters between the two sides.

Then, he used a little more tricks to make his existence completely disappear from Philomena's sight.

But who would have thought that Philomena would not even look at those clones and phantoms, and kept biting him tightly.

He tried to hide in the void again, but the void was immediately attacked by Philomena.

He once created a large area of ​​dark fog, trying to use darkness to block Philomena's sight, but darkness could not block Philomena's perception. The direction in which this crazy woman chased him was not deviated at all.

Along the way, Patridge used at least dozens of ways to save his life and confuse the opponent, but all of them were useless. Philomena was like a sticky piece of oxhide candy that could not be shaken off.

Damn.

This crazy woman.

Patridge didn't know how many times he had cursed Philomena. It was the first time he had seen such a persistent madman. Now he was afraid that he could only rely on the power of the bear people. He hoped that those brainless bear people could be a little more powerful and give himself a few seconds of opportunity.

As for how many lives the bear people would die and whether they would be exterminated, this was not something Patridge needed to consider.

His spiritual consciousness sensed Philomena behind him, but his eyes casually glanced ahead. The pollution in this area had become lighter. It seemed that it would not take long to leave the polluted area. The bear people were not too far away from here. Whether they could survive depended on this wave.

Dang!

Just as Patridge was imagining the future, a melodious bell suddenly rang.

As soon as the familiar voice entered his ears and soul, Partridge, who had been focusing on the back, suddenly changed his expression, and even flashed a trace of fear in his eyes.

He secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and it was too late to react.

Partridge, who was originally flying at super high speed, performed a sudden brake in mid-air, and his body immediately stopped in mid-air, maintaining the original posture without any change.

Only his eyes could barely rotate and peek at everything happening in front of him.

Only his consciousness could think normally.

His control over his body had been completely deprived in this instant.

This is, time stands still.

The power of the law of time.

It was Ron.

When the name Ron suddenly appeared in Patridge's consciousness, Patridge knew that this time he was really unlucky. He never thought that he had already fled to the orc territory, and Ron could still chase him all the way. Is this guy the reincarnation of a honey badger? Is he so vengeful?

Patridge could feel more clearly that this time the restraint of time stillness on him was stronger than when he was in the underground palace of the Spang Theocracy before.

He tried his best to turn his consciousness, but it was useless.

Then, Patridge saw a figure slowly emerging in the void in front of him. Who else could it be if it wasn't Ron in the past?

This guy had a warm and spring-like smile on his face, but in his hand he held a magic wand that was very hard and heavy.

Ron has broken through the Destruction Realm.

Shameless.

How could there be such a shameless guy in the world?

He is already a master of the Destruction Realm, but he is still shameless and hides in the dark to attack without martial ethics?

The dignity of the master, is it really not worth it at all?

Of course, when Patridge thought about this, he completely forgot the means he used to attack Philomena.

Ron would not be a talkative villain who would waste the advantage he had finally gained. As soon as he appeared, he did not stop at all, swung the Dragon God's Eye in his hand, and smashed it towards Patridge's head.

Eighty!

The weight of the Dragon God's Eye is comparable to a mountain.

Coupled with Ron's strength, the destructive power of this hammer... no, it is this staff that can be called unparalleled.

Patridge's eyes widened even more. He wanted to dodge. His consciousness was struggling with all his strength, but he couldn't do it for a while. He could only watch the Dragon God's Eye fall down, and then... Bang.

His head was broken.

It was like a watermelon hit hard by a hammer.

The red and thick white filth instantly splashed everywhere.

This scene even surprised Ron. It is said that the physical strength of a demigod should be quite strong. Although his attack just now can be called extremely powerful, it is still a bit scary to smash the head of a demigod so easily.

Ron's original plan was to smash Patridge's head and make Patridge dizzy.

This is Ron's judgment of others by himself.

Since he first entered the cultivation world, Ron's physical strength has been far superior to that of people in the same realm. Even practitioners with higher realms than Ron often have a big gap in physical strength with Ron.

Especially after Ron began to absorb dragon crystals and had the ability to transform into a half dragon, his physical strength soared again.

He has become accustomed to this, and subconsciously thought that other practitioners are like him, but forgot that not every practitioner pays attention to the strength of the physical body like he does.

In fact, most of the practitioners in the Dusk Continent have no interest in strengthening their bodies. Their only requirement for their bodies is that they can withstand their current magic power. They respect magic power and will not waste precious time on their bodies.

That's right, although Patrich is already a demigod master, his body strength is a little inferior to Ron's. In addition, the Dragon God's Eye itself is made of special materials, so it naturally can't withstand Ron's full-strength attack.

Since Patrich became a sage, no matter what kind of danger he has encountered, this is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury.

Poor whole head has been completely shattered, the contents of the head are like broken watermelon pulp, splattered everywhere, as if everything is in a mess, and blood is gushing from the neck, so embarrassing.

But no matter what, Patrich is a demigod after all.

Demigods cannot be insulted!

A broken head is not a fatal injury to a demigod at all.

Time stillness couldn't control Patridge for too long. Just as Ron smashed Patridge's head, the dense granulation on Patridge's neck began to grow rapidly. The sticky sound and bloody scene made Ron's scalp numb.

However, Ron had obviously expected this situation and was not surprised at all. Instead, he snapped his fingers and the time clock above his head rang again.

But this time, it was not time stillness.

Although the power of time stillness is very strong, Ron's current level cannot use it continuously on the same target.

This time, it was time delay.

Although the effect of time delay is not as overbearing as time stillness, it can last significantly longer.

As the bell rang, Patridge's body, which was just about to become active, suddenly became extremely slow, and even the speed of the dense granulation on his neck slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ron sneered and spread his right hand. The holy relic made from the corpse of Alecius immediately appeared in his palm.

At this moment, Ron had two choices.

The first was to use the law of destruction to completely destroy the body of Patrich.

The second was to use the holy relic Alecius to devour Patrich.

After a brief thought, Ron directly chose the second one.

Although the Law of Destruction wanted to destroy Patridge's body easily, this kind of injury was not fatal to a being like Patridge. Moreover, without the restraint of the body, it was a mystery how much the power of the Law of Time could still play a role on Patridge.

Ron had tried it himself. The abilities of time stillness and time slowdown were most effective for real beings, that is, beings with physical bodies.

For ghosts, dead souls and the like, the effect that could be exerted would be discounted.

On the contrary, the corpse of Alecius was obviously more effective. As an evil god, even the weakest evil god, the corpse left by him still had extremely exaggerated power. The power of devouring could not only devour real matter, but also gradually consume the soul.

As soon as Alecius's body appeared, it immediately began to expand at a very fast speed. In a short time, it turned into a huge monster. Its mouth opened, and a strong suction came out of the mouth of Alecius's body.

There was only a whoosh, as if a strong wind swept through.

The remains of Patrich in front of him, along with his soul, were directly swallowed into the stomach of Arriagius's body.

Even a lot of the pollution around was swallowed up, and the surrounding area actually recovered a brief clarity for a while.

Looking at the empty front, Ron's face looked a little strange.

I always feel that the problem seems to be solved too easily.

That is a saint, a living demigod.

Although it was a sneak attack and a stun, Ron had already prepared for a protracted war in advance. He really didn't expect that it would be solved so easily in the end, just like a dream, which made him a little unbelievable.

Arriagius's body still stayed in the air, and Ron could even see that his abdomen was bulging. He knew that this was Arriagius's body digesting Patrich in his abdomen.

Perhaps Patrich has fully awakened, and even his broken body has returned to normal, but it is really not an easy thing to break through the blockade of Arriagius's body. Even with the strength of a demigod, he does not have the ability to break through the limbs of a real evil god.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

In the dimness, Ron could even feel some kind of suppressed roar and impact, which spread in waves with the frequency of the swelling of Arriaeus' body.

It seemed that the battle inside should be very fierce, and it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short time.

It seemed that a long time had passed, but from the appearance of Patrich to Ron's club, only a short moment had passed.

Ron's sight finally looked in the direction where Patrich flew again, and soon, another figure appeared in the thick fog.

That figure, like a red flame, seemed like a meteor across the night sky, and it was quite obvious even in the polluted area. She exuded a strong red light, and obviously had beautiful, long ice-blue hair, but there were a few scarlet dots on her hair.

It was a petite girl.

Really small and cute.

She was probably only 1.45 meters tall, and her ice-blue hair was almost as long as her body, like an exquisite porcelain doll.

But she was wearing a thick and heavy black armor that was obviously out of place, so that her small body looked bloated, which was a bit funny.

Her ice-blue eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and she was filled with a fierce and cruel aura. Although she was small, she looked like a mad beast, fierce and ferocious.

In her little hands, she was holding a huge, dark red sickle, and there was also scarlet mist lingering on the sickle. , There was also a silver-white thing like an oil lamp on her head, flashing a strange white light.

Could it be that this little girl had been chasing Patridge from behind?

If it weren't for the overwhelming aura released by this girl, Ron would have found it hard to believe that this little girl would have such a terrifying strength.

Ron couldn't help but feel a little more curious about this girl, and looked at the girl up and down.

By the way, Bai Yuan had told me before that the girl Philomena, who was suspected to be the daughter of the blasphemer, was petite, but she had to wear heavy armor.

Could it be that the girl in front of him was Archibald's daughter, the one he wanted to save?

For the first time, Ron doubted Archibald's ability to calculate. Did the girl in front of him really need someone to save her? If the scene he just saw was not an illusion, it should be that this girl had been chasing and killing Partridge from behind, right?

While Ron was observing Philomena, Philomena was also watching Ron.

Partridge miscalculated a little.

In the violent state, Philomena would indeed appear in a negative state of unconsciousness, but she was not completely insane. At least in the depths of Philomena's consciousness, she maintained a trace of clarity from beginning to end. Anger and murderous intent were just a means to stimulate combat power. Philomena would not let the murderous intent stimulate her to completely lose control.

Of course, it is not an easy thing to get out of the violent state.

Philomena was staring at Ron. Ron could clearly see the frantic struggle in Philomena's eyes. She did not attack rashly, but was trying hard to suppress the impulse deep in her heart.

This was a very long process. It was only after a long time that the murderous intent in Philomena's eyes was gradually suppressed, and the violent evil spirit in her body gradually subsided.

After a long time, Philomena let out a long breath and finally regained her clarity.

The powerful aura that was originally chasing after Patridge gradually weakened, and finally stayed at the same level as Ron, but a little higher than Ron.

This is a strong man at the peak of the Destruction Realm, but under the stimulation of some special means, he can exert strength close to or even reach the Demigod Realm. Ron quickly judged Philomena's situation.

Philomena's big ice-blue eyes also looked at Ron in surprise. He was at the early stage of the Destruction Realm, but he had some special means like herself, and under the stimulation of these means, he could exert the destructive power of the late stage of the Destruction Realm.

Moreover, this man not only looked very young, but Philomena could even feel that the man's real age would definitely not be too old. He did not have the special temperament that only old monsters who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years had.

At such an age, he could have such strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that this talent is amazing.

Thinking back to the time when I was also called a genius once in a thousand years in the Dusk Continent by my father, but when I was this man's age, I definitely didn't have this kind of strength, his talent was better than mine.

But no matter how good this man's talent is, his realm is here.

He can never be the opponent of the demigod old man.

But Philomena saw very clearly that it was this man who suddenly appeared from the void, smashed the old man's head with a stick, and then summoned a strange giant worm and swallowed the old man in one bite.

How did he do it?

Especially the giant worm, even though Philomena was in a violent state before, but at the moment when this giant worm was summoned, Philomena still felt an instinctive fear, and her soul was trembling.

She pursed her lips and looked at the giant worm behind Ron, but just after a glance, Philomena immediately retracted her sight.

She didn't dare to look at it any more. When she looked at the white worm, she even had the illusion that her soul was about to fall into it, and her body was immediately covered with goose bumps.

This white worm can release such a powerful pressure that it can even devour the demigod old man. Until now, the demigod old man is still struggling in the worm's belly, but he obviously can't break out of the belly. This alone shows that this worm is at least a demigod.

Exhaling again, Philomena barely suppressed the shock in her heart, and bowed to Ron opposite her, saying, "Thank you for your help, sir. I don't know your name?"

This thank you is not false.

Family members know their own affairs. Although she chased the demigod old man all the way before, she looked very arrogant, but in fact she was already at the end of her strength, and the violent law could not be used all the time.

She had been ready to give up long ago, but her chaotic and violent consciousness made her unable to stop at all.

If it weren't for the mysterious young man who suddenly attacked, intercepted, and controlled the old man, I'm afraid the old man would have escaped long ago.

Ron smiled and said, "I'm Ron."

Ron?

Philomena's expression was somewhat strange. She always felt that she had heard this name somewhere before, and it was inexplicably familiar.

After a few seconds, Philomena patted her head and finally remembered. Wasn't that her partner who often appeared in Bai Yuan's mouth?

Originally, I thought that Bai Yuan was innocent and was deceived by the sweet words of a human white face. Now it seems that this is indeed a very outstanding man. Bai Yuan is lucky to find such a man to entrust her life to.

"Excuse me, is Miss Philomena?" Ron continued to ask.

Philomena was stunned for a moment, and then she was relieved. Since Ron could appear here, he must have seen Bai Yuan, and it was normal for him to know her identity.

She just wanted to nod in response, but she didn't expect Ron to say: "Ahem, in fact, if you count by seniority, I should be your uncle!"

Philomena: ? ? ?

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