In fact, when Ron first saw the name Piercing Death, he knew it was a weapon made by Archibald.

Except for the traverser, no one in the Dusk Continent should be able to come up with such a name, which is a bit too much of a coincidence.

The gun was Archibald's birthday present to his daughter Philomena, and Archibald's affection for this daughter can be seen from the description of the spear.

Ron didn't linger too much in the ruins, thinking to himself as he walked in the direction of the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

From the previous diary, it is clear that Archibald and the Andre family have broken completely.

Then why, the spear that Archibald prepared for his daughter actually fell into the hands of the Andrei family?

What happened in between? Could it be that there was some kind of conflict between Archibald's descendants and the Andre family? Ron didn't believe that Archibald would leave some means of protection for his women and children.

In some ways, aren't Archibald's sons and daughters people who shouldn't be in this world?

Why did the sage Partridge change Abraham's surname and call himself Partridge Andrew? Is it simply trying to imitate Archibald? Or did Partridge really have some kind of relationship with the Andre family?

Is the current Andre family a pure descendant of Partridge, or is it the blood of the original Andre family?

Ron prefers the latter, Deloris has said before that Andre's family is scarce, and even some descendants have some personality and physical defects, even Gray Andre who seems to be quite normal has serious paranoia and violent tendencies.

This is clearly characteristic of the original Andrei family...... Ron suddenly felt a chill in his heart, if it was just Partridge's imitation, wouldn't he have imitated the bad inheritance method of the Andre family?

In Partridge's notes, it was also recorded that a self-proclaimed Guardian of Destiny concealed the existence of the Prophet, is this so-called Guardian of Destiny also a member of the original Andre family?

Where exactly are they hiding?

How many more Guardians of Destiny like this, hidden prophets?

All sorts of questions came to Ron's mind, and before he knew it, he had returned to the branch of the Church of the Dawn.

For the time being, Lydia was the only one in the room.

The witch seemed to have succeeded in refining the Soul Scattering Potion, but Lydia felt so tired for three days that she didn't even put away the big iron cauldron, and fell asleep on Ron's bed.

Judging from the coke in the stove that has not been completely extinguished, she should have just fallen asleep for a long time, and she is not afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Ron complained in his heart, glanced at Lydia, and had to say that the third princess of the Sbang Sect, the necromantic witch, did not have the grace that a princess and a witch should have, at least when she was sleeping.

The whole body was lying on the bed on all fours, with the right leg bent and the knee against the wall, completely unaware of this posture, which directly led to the spring under the skirt.

What should be seen and what should not be seen, Ron saw it all at once, one hand still on his belly, grabbing it very casually.

Are you a sloppy uncle from nowhere?

Ron silently took out the undead crystal.

Inside the crystal, Melville's soul was still wailing and screaming tirelessly.

For Melville's soul, Ron's survival was an unbearable stimulus, and Melville's soul screamed with jealousy when he saw Ron being kissed by Delores and favored by Princess Granville.

When he saw Ron making a lot of money, Melville's soul roared because he couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, when Ron and Delores were happy, he threw the undead crystal into the storage ring, so that Melville could not see that kind of scene, otherwise, Melville's soul would not know what would have become.

Melville's soul writhed with excitement when he saw someone trying to assassinate Ron, how he wished that someone could kill Ron, preferably in the most cruel way, so that this long-overdue dead garbage could taste what despair and pain were.

As a result, Gray was seriously injured by Ron, and not only failed to kill Ron, but even made Ron prostitute a legendary weapon for nothing......

From hope to despair, Melville's soul sank into never-ending torment.

This is the soul, compared to a normal living life, the soul is more likely to go to extremes, more likely to immerse itself in all kinds of negative emotions, and constantly torture itself.

Melville didn't know what had happened before, and his soul only saw the goddess in his mind, lying on Ron's bed.

I only saw that the goddess in my heart was tired and disheveled.

It was as if I had just undergone a very strenuous workout.

This scene directly caused the most tragic impact on Melville's soul.

Melville's soul will naturally associate itself with the worst, the worst he is least willing to accept, and thus make himself more uncomfortable, more angry, more crazy.

Feeling the fluctuations of Melville's soul in the undead crystal, a shallow smile appeared on Ron's face.

Originally, he was thinking about whether to stimulate Melville by rolling the sheets with Lydia, but now it seems that Melville himself is angry with himself.

The soul of his stupid brother has barely reached the standard of refining resentful souls.

Ron never hesitated to save his life.

He pulled the quilt and put it on Lydia, not waking the witch, but calling out to Sha Lin in his heart, asking Sha Lin to stand guard at the door, and then took out some of the materials he had bought at the auction before, held the undead crystal, and entered a meditative state.

Every time he saw the dark spiritual space, Ron couldn't help but want to complain, he was really not that dark.

The spiritual space was empty, like an ethereal night sky.

Only this time, there was a slight difference, and a special guest appeared in Ron's spiritual space.

Seriously, when he looked at the lump in front of him, Ron couldn't even believe it was a human soul.

His soul was like a huge lump of flesh that had just been cut from an animal. His madness had almost turned into substance, and all around his soul was filled with a dark and distorted aura, which constantly changed shapes, sometimes turning into a twisted viper, sometimes turning into a mouse-like fluff, and sometimes a face that was twisted to the extreme, only creepy.

Soon, Melville's completely insane soul sensed Ron's existence, although he had long lost his mind, but his instinct was still filled with deep disgust and hatred for Ron, and his distorted face grinned from the middle, revealing a mouth that was much larger than normal, almost tearing his face in half, he let out a silent scream, and the soul rushed at Ron.

He wanted to tear Ron apart, he wanted to swallow Ron ......

It's just that Melville's soul doesn't know that this is Ron's spiritual space, and Ron is the master here.

Unless it's an existence that is far stronger than Ron's, it's hard to make many waves here.

Syllable.

Ron snapped his fingers.

A crisp voice rang out.

Before Melville's soul could pounce in front of Ron, countless black chains had already appeared from the void in all directions, instantly piercing several holes in Melville's soul.

The soul is confined in mid-air, and no matter how much it writhes, it cannot break free from its chains.

Next, it's time to refine the resentful spirit.

And the first step, which is also a very important step, is to clean up all the unwanted memories in the soul, only maintain the memories related to the existence he hates the most, and all the others must be stripped from the soul, only in this way will the resentment be the purest and the hatred will be the strongest.

A wisp of gray-black traces was suddenly stripped from Melville's soul by Ron, and it was immediately crushed.

Ahhhh......h

The pain of the torn soul made Melville's soul suddenly let out a sharp scream, and the tremor of the soul trembled unprecedentedly.

It's going to be a long and brutal process.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that the resentful spirit could replace the master and resist the impact and damage from the soul, it would be considered a life talisman, and Ron didn't really want to make such a thing.

However, think about it, Melville can be said to hate himself to death, and the hatred that has lasted for a decade or two is unimaginable for Ron...... is such an existence that hates himself to death, and he actually wants to be his shield to resist damage for him, I don't know if Melville will collapse even more after knowing this, which is quite interesting.

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"......Uhh

Library.

Irelia yawned, and she glanced at the time, it was eleven o'clock in the night.

She was the only one left in the empty library, and even the administrator had already left work.

Looking around, I don't know if it's because she's the only one, but the church library illuminated by the magic lamp is actually a little gloomy.

There was a clear tiredness in his amber eyes.

She had been in the library for days, and studying the Psalms had not been an easy process, and Irelia was so tired that she felt that her silver hair was not as shiny as it had been.

However, Irelia has her own will and persistence, she wants to be an existence that can stand by her lover's side, and she hopes that her power can help her lover, instead of enjoying her lover's protection all the time.

It is with this spirit that Irelia is able to endure the boredom of the chant.

To date, she has mastered five chant.

However, the other chants, until now, Irelia had no clue, and always felt like something was missing, and she had never been able to comprehend.

Shaking her head, Irelia tried to sober herself up as she made her way to the bookshelf.

Irelia was ready to put the spellbook away and go back to get some good sleep.

But at this time, Irelia suddenly noticed that there was a very inconspicuous button on the wall on the inside of the bookshelf...... The button, almost covered in dust, blended in with the wall.

Irelia was even a little surprised that she could spot such a button that would have been overlooked at the slightest mistake.

Faintly faint, Irelia even felt an indescribable voice in her ears:

"Press down ......"

"Press down ......"

"Open the Door ......"

"Open the Door ......"

The third chapter is sent, and there is a change today, and everyone has more votes.

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