Time is slow.

Ron didn't need to wipe out Ahbon with his own hands, he just needed to slow down Ahbourne's movements, and the matter of killing Ahhiron could completely let the clock in front of him do it for him.

Just as Ron had planned, Ashbon tried to dodge, but his movements were a little slower, and it was this brief slowness that was enough for the chains that the two hands had evolved.

Two chains quickly wrapped around Ashborne's body.

Ahbourne used a short-distance spatial transfer, and his body appeared dozens of meters away, but unfortunately, before Ahbourne's spatial transfer, two chains were already wrapped around Ahbourne's body, even if he appeared dozens of meters away, it still existed.

At the moment when the chain was wound up, the clockwise rotation of the shortest hand increased again.

The hand had almost become the propeller of a helicopter, and there was only a huge circle left on the dial, and even Ron couldn't tell how many times it had rotated in a second.

For Ashborne, it was a different kind of experience entirely.

The moment the two chains were entangled, Ashbone immediately felt that something had been forcibly removed from him.

He didn't know what was being sucked away, but in his chest, there was an inexplicable feeling of emptiness, he knew that he had lost something extremely important, he thought it was the energy in his body at first, but soon, he found that the speed of the energy in his body had not changed at all.

The two chains, and the eerie clock, stole something far more important than energy.

The energy in his body was still there, and Ashburn's hope was not completely gone, he raised his right hand, and the space around his body broke inch by inch, and he wanted to cut off the two chains in this way.

The shatterable space is of no use to these two chains.

These two chains are more like some kind of nothingness, they can't be touched, they can't be destroyed, but they are genuinely wrapped around their bodies.

Gradually, Ahibon noticed something unusual in his body.

He felt extremely tired, and he even wanted to sit on the ground and gasp for breath, to have a good rest, and to be unable to sleep.

In the dungeon, a cold wind blew.

It seemed to be the place of the entrance, where several destruction-level powerhouses tried to break through the impact caused by the blockade.

Ahiborne's hair also fluttered, and some strands of hair floated in front of his eyes, and when he saw the little hair he had left, Ahiborne's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw that his hair was actually mixed with snow-white silk threads.

His body stiffened slightly, then he looked down at the back of his hand, and found that the back of his hand, which was full of scars, had an extra layer of gray color, and strange wrinkles appeared on the originally distorted scars.

His body was aging at a rapid pace.

His heart trembled, and it was only by this time that Ashbon finally knew what had been stolen from him...... It's time, it's his time.

It turned out that Ron actually mastered the power of time, which was a more terrifying existence than space and destruction, and in the face of such Ron, he did not lose unjustly.

poison, stealing their own energy.

Clock, stealing their own time.

Ahbon knew he was dead.

Perhaps, he can blow himself up, personally detonate the energy in his body, detonate his soul, and pull Ron to his death, at least have a chance to seriously injure Ron.

However, it takes courage to blow yourself up.

This kind of thing is not something that anyone can do, at least not Al-Ashborne.

What's more, now the energy in his body has become a mess because of the poison, and his body is also aging rapidly, and his control over energy is declining every second, in this case, even if he wants to self-destruct, he can't do it.

As if he had given up the struggle altogether, he sighed and slowly floated down from mid-air, two chains following Ahbourne's movements like appendages, and finally he sat down on the floor in front of the coffin.

Ron's body also fell from the sky.

Ahiborne, who stepped into the realm of destruction, lived long enough, although the hands of the clock rotated fast, but it could not be completed in a moment and a half, and now Ron wondered, when would the guy who had been hiding in the void and had not moved until now make a move?

If this guy were to do it right now and save Ahbourne, it would be a bit of a hassle for him.

But the guy is very sinister and extremely confident, and he believes that he can be the last fisherman.

"Phew......" Ahbourne's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he sighed, "Why is this so. ”

"Just because I offended you once in the Dusk Temple, do you want to use such a tactic against me?"

Suddenly there was a feeling of chagrin in his heart.

Maybe it's because he's used to flamboyance, so when he first met Ron in the Dusk Temple, he didn't have the slightest scruples to do it directly, and if you really calculate it, it's from that time that your nightmare began.

Before this, he and Ron had no intersection at all, it was better to say that Ron at that time was just stepping into the hero realm, and he didn't even take this kind of small role to heart at all.

That's why he recklessly tried to plunder Ron's treasure, and from then on, his life began to be immersed in pain, madness, and despair.

"Why not?" Ron smiled, then shook his head: "Your Highness, you may think that this is just a trivial matter, but have you ever thought that if I am really just an ordinary hero-level cultivator, then the Dusk Sanctuary is my burial place. ”

"Maybe in your eyes, I was just an insignificant ant at that time, and I was just crushed to death."

"But, after all, this is an undying blood feud, no matter what means are used to retaliate, right?"

Ashburn's breath froze slightly, as if he had just thought of it, and he hadn't even thought of it as something important until Ron's words.

"It's a pity, if I hadn't done it, maybe none of this would have happened, right?" Ahbourne sighed and said.

"Who knows." Ron also sighed.

"Still, it's probably going to happen."

"Although the Dusk Temple is large, most of them will still meet, as long as they meet, with the character of His Highness the Holy Son, they will definitely make a move on me, and at that time, everything will still return to this line."

Ahbourne scratched his hair a little irritably, perhaps, when his character had gradually developed, his fate was already doomed.

Even without Ron, sooner or later he would run into other opponents who could strangle him.

Silent.

Neither Ron nor Ahiburne said anything more, and there was a very quiet silence between the two, except for a roar that kept coming from the entrance, and every now and then there were bursts of scorching shock.

It was Barumunge, Balk, and Holt 474.

They are trying to break the blockade of the entrance.

Seeing that the situation on Ron and Ahiburn's side seemed to be a little quiet, they seemed even more anxious, after all, their time was really running out.

These are all legendary-level masters, just pull out a random one, it is the existence of tens of thousands of admirers, but now, these people are just desperately staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and there is a low roar like a beast in their throats, they desperately urge their own strength, constantly bombarding the huge rocks piled up in front of them.

With a violent roar, huge stones were shattered under the energy of the legendary master.

Near the entrance of the dungeon, it was almost a desert, and fine grains of sand covered the ground.

Everyone was working on their magic, and they didn't have much time to care about the rest of the world around them.

Or rather, they believe that there is no other life in this dungeon than for themselves and after them, and Ron and Ahbourne.

It was this ignorance, coupled with the smoke and dust, that they did not notice at all that a humanoid silhouette had quietly emerged in this space.

This humanoid silhouette is quietly approaching an old figure at an extremely slow speed.

It was Holt 474.

After a few dozen seconds had passed, the humanoid silhouette finally appeared behind Holt's 474th and ...... Swish!

A blinding cold light suddenly burst out in the turbid air.

The sharp dagger silently sank into the back of Holt's 474th head, and then with a slight flick of his wrist, the dagger struck upward.

Poor Holt's head was broken directly from behind, from the back of the head to the top of the head, and the scalp and skull, along with the cerebellum and brain pulp inside, were neatly split in half from the middle by the dagger.

A red-white viscous liquid squirted out of the wound in an instant.

"Ah......h

Holt 474 let out a hoarse scream.

He turned around abruptly and swept behind him with one hand, and the scorching flames instantly enveloped a large area behind him.

It's just that the assassin is obviously professional.

After the first blow, he didn't stop at all, his toes were a little bit, and his body retreated, and the heat wave created by the blazing flames, although exaggerated, although extremely fast, could not drown the assassin's body from beginning to end.

It had been retreating for dozens of meters before the assassin's figure stopped.

The change here also directly woke up a group of other legendary-level masters, and their faces changed drastically, and their bodies were instantly ready for battle, and their vigilant eyes looked around.

Soon, they found the figure dozens of meters away, it was an elf.

She has a beautiful face, a standard melon seed face, gentle and heroic, although her figure is a little barren, but her long legs are particularly eye-catching. Although she doesn't have much figure, she is still wearing a black tights, and no one knows where she got the courage to dress like this.

In a slender little hand, he also grasped a dagger.

A viscous liquid was falling down the tip of the knife.

Carol.

It was this assassin, the 474th Holt who had just sneaked up on him, but what Holt couldn't understand the most was that he didn't know this woman at all, and he didn't know why this woman would sneak up on him.

Damn, so many people don't sneak attack, and they want to stab themselves in their own lives, can it be said that they have a face that looks good to bully?

His cheek twitched, the wound on the back of his head looked a little scary, and the whole head looked like it had been split open from behind, and Holt tried to use magic to heal the injury.

As long as the head is not cut off directly, it doesn't matter to him, as long as the treatment is timely, he can recover quickly.

"Your Majesty, help me ......," Holt 474 exclaimed in a deep voice.

He didn't want to be attacked by this female assassin of the elven clan while he was healing.

Barumunger frowned slightly, although he didn't really want to make a difference, but no matter what, he and Holt 474 still got along for a while, and between the two, if not friends, at least they were acquaintances.

After a brief hesitation, Barumun stood between Carol and Holt.

Thankfully, this female assassin of the elven clan, after a sneak attack, did not seem to have any intention of continuing to do it, and her pretty little face just hung some sneers and looked at Holt quietly.

"Curse of Doom."

"Life gives!"

"Twilight!"

Three voices sounded in turn.

At the moment when the first voice sounded, Holt only felt that his body sank for no reason, and he did not suffer any harm on his body, but he didn't know what was going on, but Holt had an unprecedented bad premonition in his heart.

That's not all, even the aura that permeates his body has become extraordinarily decadent.

Curse of Doom.

The power of Agnes.

Cursed power.

Holt's perception is correct, this curse did not cause any intuitive damage to Holt, but this curse also completely pushed Holt into the abyss of misfortune.

The chant magic scroll in his hand didn't even have time to open, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his whole body began to swell, and Holt was even more surprised to realize that in his stomach, there seemed to be some life being conceived, struggling, as if he wanted to see the outside world. This is the power of Mirabele, the life give, which is to give life within the target's body...... This will also not directly kill the other party, but there is no doubt that no matter how strong it is, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

At this moment, dusk fell. Holt's body suddenly slumped, and his already gray hair turned dry white, like a puff of weeds, and even the teeth in his mouth became loose.

In an instant, he aged dozens of years.

Two legs with loose muscles.

The bones were sore and unbearable, the legs were weak, and the body almost fell directly to the ground.

You can see gray-black markings on the face, which are traces that only appear on the body of a person who is about to die.

A pair of cloudy old eyes were filled with fear, after all, until now, he didn't even know what was going on in him.

Barumunger was also confused, he had followed Holt's request to block between Holt and the elf female assassin, but he never thought that the elf female assassin had no intention of continuing to do it at all, and the next three attacks were even more traceless, even if he wanted to intercept it, he didn't know where to intercept it.

Listening to the voice, there were at least three people on this side besides the elf.

And they, before the other party made a move, actually didn't notice the existence of the other party at all, which is really terrifying.

No, not three, it's four.

As the smoke and dust around him gradually fell, four figures appeared in front of a group of legendary-level masters.

Just a casual glance, Holt's heart trembled, almost all of these people are old acquaintances.

On the left, the tall, plump, and graceful woman was none other than his seventh princess, Agnes...... She is still as beautiful as she was decades ago, and the years have not left any trace on her.

She was his most beautiful concubine.

It was she who planted the most desperate curse on him.

Appearing beside Agnes was a woman with long silver hair, she was also beautiful, with a gentle and sharp face, crimson eyes that seemed to be soaked in blood, holy and bewitching.

This...... Isn't this the White Saintess of the Church of the Dawn, Irelia?

In the middle, there is a girl with long blood-like hair and blood-like eyes, compared with her appearance, she seems to be slightly inferior to the other women, but she is heroic, but it is easier to arouse a man's desire to conquer.

It's just that the blood-like color clearly declares that if you want to conquer this woman, you must be ready to lose your life.

This is, the bloody nun of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Cecilia.

As for the last one, it is a slightly immature-looking, petite elf, although immature, but not without loss of dignity and elegance.

Elven princess, Mirabel.

At this moment, Holt's mind continued to sink.

He knew he was going to die.

These women are all women around Ron, Ron is not unaware of himself, he has long known about his existence, but he is just too lazy to do it.

He knew that these women would be able to solve themselves.

Chapter 1 Five Thousand

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