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Dealing with the headless corpse, Wharton sneered and slowly approached Ron with his bloodstained sword. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

"It's over!"

Ron sighed in his heart and closed his eyes, his last hole cards were invalid, and he no longer had any strength to resist Wharton, and his mood at this moment seemed to have fallen from the peak to the bottom.

"Huh?"

At this time, Wharton's brow furrowed slightly, and he punched into the air, suddenly bending his fingers into claws, grabbing into the void on the side.

"Who's sneak attacking, get out of here!"

Wharton shouted, his hands on the other, and at this time, a figure slowly appeared in the air.

Ron had already closed his eyes and was waiting to die, and when he heard this, he opened his eyes, only to find that it was Catherine, only to see her being pinched by Wharton's neck and lifted into the air, with a painful look on her face.

"Hmph, an assassin dares to attack Lao Tzu, you are impatient!" Wharton snorted coldly.

"Y-you let her go!" Ron was shocked and furious to see Catherine being caught by Wharton.

"Hmph, you don't know whether it's alive or dead, you still have to take care of yourself!" Wharton said coldly, but his hand didn't let go at all.

"Let go of me!"

Wharton's hand was tightly stuck, and Catherine struggled desperately, but unfortunately, in front of the Sanctuary powerhouse who was too strong to surpass a qiē, her struggle was in vain.

"Huh, what about Catherine?"

Juliana had been away from Colorstone Fort for a while, when she casually looked back, only to find that Catherine was already gone.

"Hmmm, it's strange she's still here!" Elfa replied with a deep groan.

When Juliana heard this, she was terrified.

"Could it be?"

Something terrible suddenly occurred to her, and she gritted her teeth, turned her horse's head, and ran in the direction of Colorstone Castle.

"Big Sister Big Sister"

The exclamations of Elfa and Lauchren were heard from behind, but as if she hadn't heard them, Juliana rode her horse and galloped all the way, and soon walked away, leaving behind the Ebian rebels.

"What should I do?"

Everyone in the Ebian rebels looked at each other, and the eldest sister, who was the leader, left like this, without even a word of explanation, and they didn't know what to do next.

"I'm worried about her, I'll go back to her"

Alpha gritted his teeth and chased after him with the reins of his horse, he knew very well that the powerhouses of the Sanctuary were terrifying, and he might not be able to come back as soon as he went.

However, Alpha is still a little sure, he is Miz's grandson, maybe the other party will give grandma a face.

With Alpha leaving, Lauchren also made up his mind and said, "I'll go with me too!" Wan also followed, leaving behind nearly 100,000 legions.

Juliana galloped, the look on her face became more and more anxious, at this moment she regretted it very much, why? Why did she want to leave? Although it was the most correct choice to leave from the perspective of war, but in this way, it broke her sister's heart, and Catherine's feelings for Ron, she was not unaware.

"Catherine, you must not be fine"

Juliana was riding her horse, almost crying, and she clenched her lips desperately, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Roar—"

Seeing Catherine fall into Wharton's hands, Ron roared like an angry beast, endured the pain in his body, and with a twist of his hand, his soul power surged wildly, and a bone spear stabbed out. Knowing that it didn't work, he still did it without hesitation.

A sinister smile appeared on Wharton's face, he liked the way his prey struggled desperately, and he didn't see how he moved, and his body burst into a large amount of flames.

"Boom-"

Ron's body was bounced off and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Ron, who was covered in blood and desperately trying to get up, Catherine's eyes flashed with deep remorse, if it weren't for her, Ron would have returned to the Roland Empire a long time ago, and he would not have ended up like this.

"Roron, I'm sorry" Catherine opened her mouth slightly, struggling to spit out a word, her voice inaudible.

The voice was not loud, but Ron still heard it, his eyes were red, and he whispered, "Catherine, I never blamed you!"

"Really?" Catherine smiled reluctantly, "Maybe I'm really going to die, and I'm going to tell you before I die."

Catherine's words were intermittent due to being pinched by her neck, coughing a few times from time to time.

"I like you," Catherine finally spat out with difficulty, her voice as thin as a gnat.

Ron's mind went blank with a "boom", and he sat there as if unconscious, and before he died, he heard a beautiful confession.

The encounter in the imperial capital of St. Paul, the affectionate encounter in the sewers, this scene after scene, appeared in Ron's mind like a movie, and for a while, Ron's tears filled his eyes.

"Oh, Ron, this girl is quite affectionate towards you!" Wharton laughed, glancing at Catherine, "but one thing you are wrong about, falling in love with a heretic is not a very good choice. ”

"I don't regret it!" said Catherine, a flush on her pale face, and she laughed miserably.

"Very well, then, I will send you to hell together, and I can guarantee that you will be buried together. Wharton's eyes were getting more and more murderous.

As his hand tightened tighter and tighter, Catherine suddenly felt breathless, her pretty face turned purple liver, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

"Let her go!"

At this time, an old voice sounded, startling Wharton, who was killing people.

"Who?"

Wharton turned his head to look around, but he didn't see anyone, at this time, he saw Ron, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, got up at some point, and a pair of cold eyes were staring at him coldly.

"Is that you?"

Wharton glanced at Ron, a little surprised, what surprised him was not why Ron could still get up, but that the Ron he felt was a little different than before, but what was the difference, he didn't come up.

"Ron" was there quietly, the black soul power on his body rising, and the hoarse voice said again, "I! let her go"

"Who are you?"

Wharton asked subconsciously, because he felt that Ron was like a different person, the same thin figure, but the childish face revealed a trace of majesty.

Majesty, yes, Wharton was not wrong, he actually came out of the eyes of "Ron" with majesty, which is a temperament that only a superior person can have, and it can never appear in a seventeen-year-old child.

"Ron" didn't answer, because he showed what he wanted to do with his actions, and he did it.

"Frost Nova!"

With a frost nova in his hand, a layer of frost immediately condensed under Wharton's feet, and his body was frozen at once.

Wharton was startled, and at this moment, a sharp bone spear came in an instant, aiming at his eye.

"No!"

Wharton secretly screamed in his heart, no matter how big he held up, he didn't dare to joke with his vital point, and his head was slightly sideways, and he dodged the attack of the bone spear.

"Danger!"

Due to the proximity between the two, Wharton still had some palpitations, and although he could seek treatment from the priest for an eye injury, a round of pain was inevitable.

At this time, he felt a lightness in his hand, and the child he was holding in his hand had long since disappeared.

With Wharton's chance to dodge, "Ron" saved Catherine, and a "fog shadow" flashed to the side and asked, "Are you alright?"

Catherine coughed a few times, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Thanks, I'm fine, Ron, you saved me again!"

"Ron" smiled and said nothing, letting go of her hand and pointing in the other direction, motioning for her to leave.

Catherine nodded obediently, her figure slowly faded, and disappeared directly into the air, she knew that it was a burden for her to stay, and she was already very satisfied to be able to help Ron.

Being able to save people from the hands of the strong people in the Sanctuary and shoot directly at the vital points is not simple, although the strength is still the same, but Wharton feels that he is fighting against a dangerous person who has been in a hundred battles.

This feeling made him very uneasy.

"It's a weird feeling! You're not Ron, who the hell are you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice.

It was Homelin who was in control of Ron's body, and he felt that he had to make a move, and admittedly, he himself admitted that even if he did, the chances of defeating Wharton were slim, because the difference in strength was too far.

With Ron's current strength, he can't contain his powerful strength, so Huo Meilin can only desperately compress his strength and try to maintain a balance with Ron's strength, otherwise Ron's body will collapse.

However, the same power has been very different under the wielded of Khomeerin.

Huo Meilin did not answer his question, "Since you like hell so much, then you go to hell and ask!"

With a flick of his hand, a cloud of cyan mist blasted towards Wharton, the necromancer's triumphant skill, Death Coil.

Wharton sneered, "Take a big breath, I'll beat you half to death, and then slowly force you"

With a swing of the long sword, a sword split the "Death Entanglement" in half, but the broken Death Entanglement was like thousands of hairs, and it was wrapped up again, Wharton frowned, and the flames on his body shook and scattered.

"Pediatrics!"

Wharton snorted, and his body flew out flat, slashing at Homerin.

"Hehe!

Huo Meilin smiled, his body turned into a cloud of mist, and disappeared directly, and Wharton's longsword slashed into the air.

"What about people?"

Wharton was stunned, but when he saw that the person had disappeared, he was stunned, but he saw more than a dozen magic bullets suddenly appearing, which startled him, but it was the other party who summoned more than a dozen skeleton magicians at some point, which caught him off guard.

"Boom Boom"

The Colored Stone Fort, which had been destroyed and exhausted, was once again ignited in the flames of war, the sound of soldiers and irons, the sound of explosions rising and falling with each other, and for a while, the two sides were inseparable.

Huo Meilin is like a professional conductor, the same necromancy magic, he can easily make the fascination, so that the soul of the body of Ron is dizzy and admired.

Wharton became more and more depressed the more he beaten, and "Ron" in front of him was like a slippery loach, and he couldn't get close to him, but he could only be beaten.

I don't know how much later, in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield of Colored Stone Castle, the headless corpse of the heavily injured god was lying on the ground, and his body was trembling.

The pattern began to break inch by inch, revealing the dark white skin inside

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