Can Ronan's current most powerful conceptual power in the Kingdom of God, the royal power ban, have an effect on the Demon God?

The answer is clearly no.

The demon god will not pay attention to him, and of course may choose to slap him to death.

In terms of size alone, Ronan was no different from a fly in front of Him.

It's just that Ronan didn't worry too much, and still took the risk to reach the front of the demon god.

As mentioned before, the demon god in front of him has not yet grasped the authority of the kingdom of God, and is just a defective product that has been forcibly supported by its huge size.

He has no divine personhood, and his power is extremely unstable.

If other gods appear here, even if they are suppressed by this divine kingdom, there will be no power left.

can still rely on the hedging of the rules, and instantly destroy the hundred-armed and thousand-eyed demon god and turn it into the most primitive black mud.

Ronan is far from reaching the level of a god.

But the rules of God's domestic hedging, he can indeed do it!

"War chess sand table, chessboard unfolded!"

Ronan opened his palms and looked solemnly in the direction of the demon god.

In reality, the War Chess Sandbox is just an illusory concept, which allows Ronan to better understand his war chess, and gives them an aura and injects magic.

But in the cracks, the chessboard is also the kingdom of God!

Starting from Ronan's location, the chessboard is laid out in front of you.

Only this time, the chessboard is no longer a virtual projection, but appears in front of him in reality.

The ruins on the ground of the Central Palace were shattered by the embodied chessboard, and the spiritual brilliance dissipated.

The hedge of the rules of the two divine kingdoms caused the space here to be distorted, and pitch-black cracks appeared on the edge of collision.

Soon, the expanding chessboard collided with the demon god who turned around.

The moment the two sides collided, the demon god let out a furious roar that resounded throughout the world of the gods.

Countless monsters responded, roaring one after another.

His arm plunged into the black mud of the ground, and from it pulled out scalpels, chains, scissors, soldering irons, and other instruments of torture that had been magnified countless times.

Hundreds of arms, wielding different weapons, rushed towards Ronan's position.

Yet this is the only resistance He can do.

The collision between the chessboard and the kingdom of God has led to the confusion of the rules here, and the spirituality has lost the blessing of the concept and turned into rootless water.

The demon god only took one step, and his body began to collapse like yellow mud falling into the water.

Hundreds of arms lost their strength and fell to the ground, turning into a mess of black mud.

And his huge body, which covered the sky and the sun, also collapsed in the process of continuous contraction and expansion.

In the blink of an eye, the raging demon god disappeared into the kingdom of the gods, leaving only the endless black mud to represent the existence of the other party.

Ronan withdrew his war chess sand table and quietly watched as the Kingdom of God would make up for the gap formed by the collision.

His body floated in purple light, crossing the sea of black mud on the periphery of the palace.

He then extended his palm to the purple curtain of light that protected the palace.

The light curtain did not stop him, allowing him to easily cross and enter the confines of the palace.

Not long after, there was another rumbling sound behind Ronan.

The black mud that had dispersed gathered once more, giving birth to a new demon god who began to repeat the action of attacking the light curtain.

The demon god is just the outward manifestation of the formation of black mud.

Ronan was able to use the rules to hedge and easily destroy the rules for building the Demon God, but he couldn't destroy the black mud.

With a steady stream of emotions conveyed in reality, the black mud in the kingdom of God can continue to give birth to new demon gods.

Without bothering with the new demon god behind him, Ronan opened the gate of the palace and walked inside.

There was broken masonry and rubble everywhere along the way.

The round glass windows of the dome, where the stained glass is shattered into countless glass shards, scattered on the ground.

The palace wasn't very large, so Ronan quickly discovered what he was looking for.

On the dilapidated throne, the girl is closing her eyes, her hands clasped around her knees, and she is tightly curled into a ball.

Ronan leaned in, but to his bewilderment, the girl did not show any reaction to his arrival.

He looked at the girl in front of him, and his memory of her brilliant silver hair was now dull, and her delicate little face was weakly pale and lacked blood.

The black off-the-shoulder dress did not cover her body well, so that large swaths of snow white were exposed.

In particular, her flawless legs, which were as smooth as mutton fat and white jade, were presented in front of Ronan's eyes without reservation.

"Isa?"

Standing in front of the girl, Ronan whispered her name.

The girl did not respond.

After a moment, Ronan frowned.

Asleep? It shouldn't be.

In reality, Isha is asleep, but in the spiritual world there is no such thing as being asleep.

Ronan reached out his palm and gently cupped her face.

The touch is delicate, but there is a hint of coldness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

At this time, the surface of Isa's black dress began to ooze black mud, turning into thin black threads wrapped around Ronan's arms.

Wailing, weeping, cursing, hating, a myriad of negative emotions accompanied by a biting chill spread through the black lines and the palms of his touching hands to his spiritual body.

Ronan's body felt a stiffness, and his spirit was constantly alerting.

Purple light bloomed from his hand, severing the black threads that had entangled.

Ronan slowly withdrew his hand from Isa's small face.

"Has the Black Death in the Kingdom of God been eroded to this extent?"

Ronan felt that it was not good, it seemed that Isa's spirituality had been completely wrapped in the spirit of the Black Death, and the dress she was wearing was the embodiment of the latter.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he stripped Isa of clothes and was done.

Similar to the demon god made of black mud, the black dress is also just an outward expression.

The real trouble is the black death spirituality that has penetrated into Isa's body, and if you don't remove that part, it's nothing more than changing the dress.

Now this one is pretty good, there's no need to change it.

After getting a general idea of Isa's situation, Ronan stepped forward again and broke the arm she was holding her legs.

Then the arm passed under the knee of her legs, and the other hand pressed against her back, lifting it from under the armpit.

Finally, in the form of a princess hug, the petite girl was picked up from the throne and held in his arms.

The whole process was like an unconscious puppet, at his mercy.

But the Black Dead was different, and showed great anger at his yet other provocations.

Dense black threads emerged from Isha's dress and wrapped around Ronan, who was clinging to her, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Only this time, Ronan didn't fight back with the royal spirituality in the palace.

Instead, he waited for it to pour out of Isha's body and let it eat away at his spirituality.

The cold despair of his previous feelings hung over Ronan again, but he quickly began to get used to it.

As for the erosion of the Black Dead.

In front of the immortal talent, it was nothing more than a joke.