Ron's face stiffened suddenly, and he understood Agnes' resolute attitude and the pride in his eyes.

He didn't know if he should be happy now, after all, there was such a woman who was loyal to him and single-minded.

Just because of the belief in Mr. Captain, even if he is favored by the gods and qualified to become a family member of the gods, he will not hesitate to give it up.

Now is not the time to think about that.

Although the true purpose of the god of plague and calamity is unknown, the appearance of this god is really terrible.

But judging from the fact that the god of plague and calamity was willing to help the god of blood and destruction interfere with the repairman, this god who is not very likable on the outside should actually be regarded as his own person.

Moreover, in a place as dangerous as the Twilight Temple, the stronger the better, anyway.

The gaze of the god of plague and calamity was an opportunity in any case, and he, the captain whom Agnes believed in, had no power to impart to Agnes.

Ron didn't take the note, but briefly thought about what kind of excuse he should use to convince the single-minded princess.

Perhaps, we should give full play to the eloquence of the magic stick?

"Ahem......" Ron coughed and began his performance, "Miss Agnes, take the book." ”

"You know very well that our Mr. Captain is great, kind, fraternal, and forgiving."

He was desperately praising himself, and it was a bit of a bad feeling, and Ron's cheeks were slightly red.

Fortunately, the Dusk Temple has maintained the luster of the setting sun, which is not very obvious when reflected on the face.

Agnes didn't feel anything wrong with these sensual compliments, and she proudly held her head high, as if she were rightfully present: "This is nature, Mr. Captain, the greatest and most benevolent being in this world. ”

"So, what else do you have to worry about?" Ron spread his hands: "Even if you have the power to learn from other gods, Mr. Captain will never be alienated from you for this reason, and perhaps, he will be happy that his family has become stronger." ”

"But ......"

"Oh, Miss Agnes, let go of your worries, or will you become a dependant of the god of plague and calamity and no longer believe in Mr. Captain after you have been watched by the god of plague and calamity and learned the power of the god of plague and calamity?"

"Naturally not." Agnes immediately replied, "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 calamity, you are still a dependant of Mr. Captain, and your strength has become stronger, and it will be easier for you to complete the tasks assigned to us by Mr. Captain."

"You don't want our mission to fail, do you?"

Why can't you change this damn accent?

Ron complained in his heart.

But the effect seemed to be quite good, and 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, think about it again, Mr. Captain, can see the past and the future, and can do everything he can, is this scene also expected by Mr. Captain?" ”

"Or even that this is what Mr. Captain deliberately arranged?"

"The purpose is to improve the strength of the dependents?"

"If so, then did your refusal to accept this power go against Mr. Captain's arrangement and disrupt Mr. Captain's plan?"

After saying this, Agnes seemed to have completely dispelled her doubts.

Yes, with Mr. Captain's ability to easily see the future, everything that happens here cannot escape Mr. Captain's eyes, and if he cannot accept the power of the god of plague and calamity, Mr. Captain will definitely remind himself in advance.

She exhaled slightly, retracting her research notes.

After the burden was gone, Agnes looked through her research notes with a breezy movement, just as Ron thought, this princess was very interested in all kinds of weird abilities, of course, Agnes did not intend to become a bandaged monster like the source of the plague, but if the disease magic was softened in the tentacle magic.

Imagine that once the tentacles tear a wound on the target's body, it will immediately be densely packed with viruses to deliver it, which must be quite a good feeling.

Or, at the moment when the tentacles are cut off, a large amount of poisonous mist is generated, and if you are caught off guard, even a master of the same level will be quite troublesome.

Ron quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, always feeling that the stubborn princess in bedclothes was even more tired than the previous battle with the source of the plague.

After finishing this, Ron's eyes looked at the wooden shelf in front of him again, except for the book, the rest of the wooden shelf was all bottles and cans of potions, most of which were the embodiment of disease magic, and in some ways, the effect was similar to that of a magic scroll.

Just, look at the label on these bottles: Black Death? Smallpox? Cholera? Dysentery? Pneumonia......

The corners of Ron's mouth couldn't help but tremble slightly, your sister, even AIDS, if you get a little bit of it on any nobleman, it is estimated that in less than a month, the aristocratic class of Granville will fall to eighty.

With the current level of medical care in the Dusk Continent, if a few bottles are thrown down, it may be millions of deaths.

Of course, in addition to all kinds of viruses, there are some normal things.

Ron also found the goal he wanted, three bottles of panic-level star ascension potion, and three vials of hero-level star ascension potion, these potions, the effect in the game, is to directly increase one level.

In addition to this, there are also potions that directly increase stats.

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

In comparison, the system is significantly more generous.

Ron counted the potions and put them all away, then turned around and prepared to divide the spoils this time.

He is not the kind of miserly master, no matter what the benefits are, he has to take it alone.

Ifrit was struggling to try to retrieve the Coiling Dragon Pillar, which was a very difficult test for Ifrit, whether it was taken out of the ring or withdrawn.

Mythical weapons all have their own binding effect, put in the real world, it is equivalent to recognizing the master, if Ifrit can make the dragon pillar recognize the master, the operation will definitely be simpler, lighter, but unfortunately, Ifrit's current strength is too far behind, and it can't meet the standard of letting the dragon pillar recognize the master.

Lydia sat cross-legged on the ground, seemingly in a meditative state, mending the cracks in the bone dragon's head that had been chopped before.

Shalene was not idle either.

As an Assassin, Sha Lin never knew how to write the word Wude, and the Assassin's goal was only one, and that was to harvest the life of the target, whether it was with a dagger, a toxin, or any other power......

Shalene had taken away the dozen or so glass bottles that the source of the plague had thrown out.

The source of the plague could be placed on her body by more deadly viruses than those placed on wooden shelves, and Shalene found that some of them were even more effective than the toxins she had carefully concocted.

Although the girls seemed to be busy, Ron was ready to wake them up to distribute the loot.

Clearing his throat, Ron was about to speak.

It's just that as soon as his mouth opened, Ron's complexion changed suddenly.

He only felt a mysterious ripple, and suddenly it fell from the sky above his head, a feeling that was unusually similar to the feeling when the god of plague and calamity descended before.

His gaze suddenly looked at Ifrit, who was busy on the dragon pillar, and then slowly moved towards the ethereal sky that he didn't know how far away, only to see that just above Ifrit, the thick mist was rolling.

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

Five sharp claws pierced the sky above their heads, and the hideous dragon head poked out of the void.

The dragon's horns are grandiose, and the dragon's whiskers are fluttering.

More and more bodies emerged from the void, but Ron gasped when he saw the full picture of that one being.

What kind of existence is that?

Behind the majestic dragon's head, followed by a body like a giant python that stretched for thousands of kilometers...... It's just that on that body, there is not half a scale, not a single flesh and blood.

Yes, it's just white bones, like millipedes.

At first glance, it's just creepy.

In the next moment, the dragon's head turned around and peeked in the direction of Ifriit.

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

[Tick, the system prompts that the dragon god is trying to interfere with this world......]

This is the dragon god who died 8,000 years ago in the mouth of Ifrit?

Perhaps, He really died!

There was even an indescribable sense of fear in Ron's chest, and he always felt that this dragon god was more weird and creepy than the previous god of plague and calamity.

Ron didn't even have time to restrain his mood, and suddenly felt a yin wind filled with the smell of decay suddenly sweep over the audience.

Just above the undead witch Lydia, in an instant, it had become ghostly, turbid and gloomy, full of decay, and the decay was entangled together, wriggling violently in mid-air, twisting, gradually elongating, and gradually condensing into a strange figure.

Anzi Ulgong?

Bone King?

The moment he saw that figure, Ron even had a strange illusion, it was a tall skeleton wearing a crown and holding a scepter representing great authority, appearing next to the dragon god, with a blinding red light bursting from its eye sockets, staring condescendingly at the undead witch Lydia.

[Tick, the system prompts that the god of the dead is trying to interfere with the ...... of this world]

Ron's brow furrowed, no matter how ignorant he was, he could sense that something was wrong this time.

Things turned out far beyond his expectations.

I'm afraid this dusk temple is going to be chaotic.

Chapter 2 is delivered.

(End of chapter)