Chapter 175:

But if it was an ancient god, then based on many of the things Ron had encountered before, he should be able to smell its special scent.

And the giant in the distance, he felt nothing but indescribable coldness and rage.

"The giant in charge of the wind and snow, it seems that I still know too little information..."

As he thought about it, the temperature around him was even lower, even to the point of affecting him.

Looking at Richard's head in his hand, Ron groaned and ran straight in the direction of the exit.

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Two minutes later.

Under a clear blue sky.

Endless golden desert as far as the eye can see.

'Tear pull...'

Like the soft sound of tearing cloth.

In the empty sand, a dark crack slowly cracked without warning.

The pitch-black crack kept pouring out large white cold currents, and under this cold current, a tall figure suddenly jumped out of the crack.

'Bang!'

With his legs sunk deep in the desert, Ron looked up at the scorching sun with a calm expression and exhaled softly.

"It's finally out, and here it is... Crossing the Land of the Dead and going straight to the Stardust Desert?"

He looked at his familiar surroundings and pulled his leg out of the sand.

Virgil on his shoulder was still unconscious, with Richard's head and Igo's son mask hanging from his waist.

Most of the pitch-black armor on his body had been peeled off, and small parts were covered with tiny cracks, revealing the hard marble-like muscles inside.

From the outside, it's just a mess to the extreme.

"Let's find a place to fix it for now, and then let's talk about the rest. ”

Feeling the temperature of the sun, Ron tightened his shoulders on Virgil, and then there was a 'bang', and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

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Two hours later.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest of Andas, a peaceful and peaceful town.

A hostel without a name.

Placing a silver coin on the counter, under the curious gaze of the innkeeper, Ron carried a black sack to his room with a blank face.

Ten minutes later.

The room has a washroom with a wooden king-size bathtub.

'Whoa-'

There was a loud sound of water coming out, and Ron, covered with water droplets, stepped out of the tub.

After wiping off the white towel and changing into a cosy silk pajamas, Ron walked over to the table.

On the table was something he had brought out of the Lost City.

Black swords, masks, and Richard's head.

Needless to say, the black sword, although there is a faint will in it, it seems to be something like the sword spirit of the black sword.

However, Ron only used this sword as an ordinary weapon, and there was nothing worth studying in itself.

And the mask of the son of Igo, according to historical documents, Ron knows that Igo is a strange being known as the King of Ten Thousand Serpents.

It comes from a mysterious area known as the 'Land of Souls'.

Legend has it that Igo was forced to split into nine different clones during a battle with another ancient being.

These doppelgangers are known as the sons of Igo.

However, although divided into nine parts, each of his doppelgangers possessed one of Igo's terrifying abilities.

In some ancient prophecies, there are even terrifying words that if Igo's nine doppelgangers come together and become one again, the world will be destroyed.

"So, what is the power of the mask as the son of Iago?"

Remembering what he knew, Ron stroked the warm, soft crimson mask.

I don't know what the reason is, even if he doesn't need to activate the power of the witch's blood at this time, he can clearly sense the ignorant consciousness in this mask.

The mask responded comfortably and affectionately to his touch, like a puppy wagging its tail frantically.

“... It's a strange feeling, just wait for Virgil to wake up and ask about it. ”

Reining his curiosity, Ron lowered his mask and turned his gaze to Richard's skull.

He had already examined Richard's head before.

The bottom of its neck was a smooth patch, as if it had been cut directly by some sharp weapon, covered by a thin layer of black mist, and the still beating blood vessels and white bones could be faintly seen inside.

But even so, Richard continued to breathe, as if his body below him was intact.

This strange state gave Ron a strange and complicated feeling.

Although Richard initially approached him to use him as cannon fodder, he also gained a lot of useful things from Richard in the time that followed.

Even the sequelae of completely removing the blood of the witch can be counted on Richard.

If it weren't for Richard, he wouldn't have become so powerful in a short period of time.

However, the way Richard tried to occupy his body at the end, knowing that it might not be the other party's real intentions, still made him feel weird.

It can be said that the current relationship between him and Richard is full of all kinds of incomprehensible complexities.

Just as Ron was thinking about what to do with the head, Richard's head, with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his mouth and coughed violently.