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

Ron's face suddenly stiffened. Seeing Agnes' resolute attitude and the pride in her eyes, he understood what Agnes was thinking.

He didn't even know if he should be happy now. After all, there was such a woman who was loyal and devoted to him.

Just because of my faith in Mr. Captain, even if I was favored by a god and qualified to become a dependent of the god, I would give him up without hesitation.

Now is not the time to think about this.

Although the true purpose of the God of Plague and Disaster is unknown, the appearance of this god really looks terrible.

But judging from the fact that the God of Plague and Disaster was willing to help the God of Blood and Destruction to interfere with the repairman, this god who looked less than pleasant in appearance should actually be considered one of his own.

Moreover, in a place full of dangers like the Twilight Temple, no matter what, the stronger the better.

The gaze of the God of Plague and Disaster is an opportunity no matter what, but he, the captain whom Agnes devoutly believes in, has no power that he can impart to Agnes.

Ron did not take the note, but briefly thought about what excuse he should use to convince this single-minded princess.

Perhaps, you should use your eloquence as a magician?

Ahem... Ron coughed and started his performance: Miss Agnes, please accept this book.

You know very well that our captain is great, kind, loving, and tolerant.

He praised himself desperately, but it felt really bad, and Ron's cheeks turned slightly red.

Fortunately, the temple at dusk always maintained the luster of the setting sun, and it was not too obvious when it reflected on the face.

Agnes didn't think there was any problem with these disgusting compliments at all. She held her head proudly and said as if it were natural: This is nature, Mr. Captain, he is the greatest and most benevolent existence in the world.

So, what else do you have to worry about? Ron spread his hands: Even if you are learning the power of other gods, Mr. Captain will never alienate you in the slightest because of this reason. Perhaps, he will still I will be happy because my dependents have become stronger.

But……

Oh, Miss Agnes, put down your worries. Or rather, after you are noticed by the God of Plague and Disaster and learn the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, you will become the God of Plague and Disaster. Do the followers of God no longer believe in Mr. Captain?”

Of course not. Agnes replied immediately: My faith in Mr. Captain will never change.

Isn't that no problem? Even if you learn the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, you will still be Mr. Captain's dependent. Your strength will become stronger, and it will be easier to complete the tasks assigned to us by Mr. Captain.

You don't want our mission to fail in the end, right?

Why can't I change this damn accent?

Ron complained in his mind.

But the effect seemed to be quite good. Agnes frowned, as if she was seriously thinking about Ron's words, and for the first time there was some hesitation on her face.

Ron struck while the iron was hot: Moreover, if you think about it again, Mr. Captain, being able to see into the past and the future means he has no clues. Is this scene also within Mr. Captain's expectation?

You even said that this was a deliberate arrangement by Mr. Captain?

The purpose is to improve the strength of the dependents?

If that's the case, then by refusing to accept this power, did you violate Mr. Captain's arrangements and disrupt Mr. Captain's plans?

After these words, Agnes seemed to have completely given up her doubts.

Yes, with Mr. Captain’s ability to easily see into the future, nothing that happens here can escape Mr. Captain’s eyes. If he cannot accept the power of the God of Plague and Disaster, Mr. Captain will definitely remind him in advance.

She exhaled slightly and took back her research notes.

After she was freed from the burden, Agnes looked through her research notes very briskly. Just as Ron thought, the princess was very interested in all kinds of weird abilities. Of course, Agnes did not change. The plan is to become a monster covered with bandages like the source of plague, but if the disease magic is softened into tentacle magic.

Imagine that once the tentacles tear a wound on the target, densely packed viruses will immediately be transported into it. That feeling must be quite good.

Or, when the tentacles are cut off, a large amount of poisonous mist will be generated, which will cause trouble even for experts of the same level if they are caught off guard.

Ron quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He always felt that the stubborn princess in Sleepwear was even more exhausted than the previous battle with the source of the plague.

After finishing this, Ron looked at the wooden shelf in front of him again. Apart from this book, the rest of the wooden shelf was filled with bottles of potions, most of which were tools for disease magic. Manifestation, in some ways, has the same effect as a magic scroll.

Just, look at the labels on these bottles: Black Death? smallpox? cholera? Dysentery? pneumonia……

The corner of Ron's mouth couldn't help but tremble slightly. Your sister even has AIDS. If you get some of this on any noble, it is estimated that within a month, Granville's aristocracy will be 80% reduced.

With the current level of medical care in the Twilight Continent, if a few bottles were thrown away, millions or tens of millions might die.

Of course, in addition to various viruses, there are still some normal things.

Ron also found the target he wanted, three bottles of panic-level star-upgrading potions and three bottles of hero-level star-upgrading potions. The effect of these potions in the game is to directly increase one level.

In addition, there are some magic potions that can directly increase attributes.

But the increased value is not very much, like dozens of points, and there is a limit on the number of times it can be taken. For each type of potion that directly increases attributes, you can only take one bottle, and any more will be ineffective.

In comparison, the system is obviously more generous.

Ron counted the potions and put them all away, then turned around and prepared to divide the stolen goods.

He is not the kind of stingy master who wants to keep all the benefits to himself.

Ifrit is struggling to recover the Coiled Dragon Pillar. This Coiled Dragon Pillar, whether it is taken out of the ring or taken back, is a very difficult test for Ifrit.

Mythical weapons all have their own binding effects. In the real world, it is equivalent to recognizing their master. If Ifrit can make the Panlong Pillar recognize its master, it will definitely be easier and lighter to operate, but unfortunately, Yi Fulit's current strength is too far behind, and he simply cannot meet the standard for Panlongzhu to recognize his master.

Lydia was sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly in a meditative state, repairing the cracks on the bone dragon's head that had been previously hacked.

Charlene was not idle either.

As an assassin, Charlene never knew how to write the word martial virtue. The assassin has only one goal, which is to harvest the target's life, whether with a dagger, poison, or some other power...

Charlene previously collected a dozen glass bottles thrown by the source of the plague.

The viruses that can be placed on the body by the source of plague are more deadly viruses than those placed on the wooden rack. Charlene found that some of them are even more effective than the toxins she carefully prepared.

Although the girls seemed very busy, Ron was still ready to wake them up to distribute the spoils.

After clearing his throat, Ron was about to speak.

However, just as he opened his mouth, Ron's expression suddenly changed.

He only felt a mysterious wave that suddenly fell from the sky above his head. The feeling was very similar to when the god of plague and disaster came before.

His eyes flicked to Ifrit who was busy on the Coiled Dragon Pillar, and then slowly moved towards the vague sky of unknown distance. He only saw the rich mist just above Ifrit. roll.

The unique space of the Dusk Temple is being invaded by some mysterious, powerful, and extremely terrifying force.

Five sharp claws pushed aside the sky above his head, and a ferocious dragon head poked out from the void.

The dragon's horns are majestic and its whiskers are fluttering.

More and more bodies emerged from the void, but when Ron saw the full picture of that existence, he took a breath of cold air.

What kind of existence is that?

Behind the majestic dragon head, there followed a body that stretched for thousands of meters like a giant python... However, on that body, there was not a single scale, not even a bit of flesh and blood.

Some are just white bones, like millipede bones.

At first glance, it's just creepy.

The next moment, the dragon's head turned around and peered in the direction of Ifrit.

Where the eyes should have been, there were only two dark blood holes left, and the ferocious dragon's face was covered with streaks of blood.

[Beep, the system prompts that the Dragon God is trying to interfere with this world...]

Is this the dragon god that Ifrit said died eight thousand years ago?

Maybe, He really died!

There was even an indescribable feeling of fear in Ron's chest. He always felt that this Dragon God was more weird and creepy than the previous God of Plague and Disaster.

Ron didn't even have time to calm down, when he suddenly felt a sinister wind full of decay sweeping across the entire place.

The sky above Lydia, the undead witch, has suddenly become ghostly, turbid and gloomy, full of decay, and the decayed mist is entangled into a ball, squirming violently in mid-air, twisting, gradually elongating, and gradually condensing into A strange figure.

Ainz Ooal Gown?

Bone King?

The moment he saw that figure, Ron even had a weird illusion. It was a tall skeleton wearing a crown and holding a scepter representing great authority. It appeared next to the Dragon God, with eyes A dazzling red light erupted from the center, staring down at the undead witch Lydia.

[Beep, the system prompts that the God of the Undead is trying to interfere with this world...]

Ron's brows furrowed. No matter how ignorant he was, he could still feel that something was wrong this time.

The development of things was far beyond his expectation.

This Twilight Temple is probably going to be in chaos.

Chapter 2 is presented.