The sun is rising!

Dawn, forbidden spell-level magic.

The power that has been passed down in the broken chapters of Ostara is far more terrifying than the forbidden spells recorded in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, coupled with the compression technique, although for the sake of speed, Ron did not compress it many times, only seven times, but the destructive power shown was at least twice that of the average rising sun.

As for Partridge, the power in his hands is clearly Judgment and Darkness.

And the dawn happens to be the nemesis of darkness.

When the light of dawn shines on the darkness, the warm and healing power becomes hot and poisonous, just like Partridge is now, rotting and covered with foul-smelling slime.

In fact, with Partridge's strength, it is not difficult to defend against this attack.

His strength is very strong, even if Dawn is the nemesis of darkness, as long as he holds up the magic shield, Partridge can completely intercept it, but Partridge is too confident, he didn't expect that in the case of being cut off by himself, Ron can also summon a six-winged fallen angel to intercept him several times in the future, otherwise the current Ron should have become scattered pieces.

I didn't expect that Ron would be able to make a counterattack in time in such a tense situation, and he was caught off guard.

The smell of corrosion is quite unpleasant.

Pain, Partridge hadn't tasted what it was like to be in pain for a long time, and since he had successfully stepped into that realm, and since the death of the blasphemer, there were few creatures on the Continent of Twilight that could harm him.

Suddenly, I tasted the pain again, and it was really refreshing.

Partridge was screaming, just screaming, and his voice seemed to change to a twisted laugh again, and a thick black mist churned out of his body, like a python with its mouth open, wriggling and twisting.

The black python completely absorbed the dawn that shrouded the surface of Partridge's body.

He didn't notice that around his body, there were seven more points of light, and just as Partridge devoured the dawn, the seven points of light also quickly grew larger, gradually elongated, and turned into seven unusually bright lightsabers.

Each lightsaber is dazzling and shining.

The surface of the lightsaber was full of light, as if there were countless runes, constantly flashing on the surface of the lightsaber.

"Dang!"

After being summoned against Ahbourne, it never disappeared, except that the quiet clock struck again.

The moment the bell rang, Partridge's movements suddenly slowed down.

The Slow effect of the Clock of Time is more powerful than Ron's direct use of Slow Magic.

It was a very short opportunity, but it was crucial, and while Partridge was slowed down, the seven lightsabers instantly bloomed with a brighter light than before, and the lightsabers detached from the ground and floated in midair.

They were arranged in a circle, and the tip of the sword was all aimed at the figure of Partridge in the middle.

Syllable!

Ron's fingers interlaced.

"Seven Swords Slash Soul!"

Laugh at.

Seven lightsabers pierced Partridge's body at the same time.

With the sound of the cloth being torn, seven more scarlet holes immediately appeared on Partridge's body, and blood gushed out of the wound.

The effect of time slowing was gone, Partridge's time returned to normal, his body shook slightly, and then he looked down at the lightsaber that ran through his body, he was in pain, and it could be seen from the distorted skin on his face that it was not pleasant to be pierced by seven lightsabers, and what was even more uncomfortable was not even the physical injury, but the lightsaber that had sunk into his body was constantly releasing the power of Dawn.

The power of the dawn raged in his body, constantly colliding with the dark laws in his body, almost treating Partridge's body as a battlefield, and every second of fighting could make Partridge experience a thousand wounds of pain.

But what was so different from the physical pain was the look on Partridge's face.

There was no uncomfortable taste in his expression at all, but it was full of morbid excitement, extreme impulsiveness, which made even Partridge's body tremble uncontrollably, and his throat was full of strange wheezing sounds of hula hula.

At that look, Ron's scalp was numb, and a layer of goosebumps appeared all over his body.

He could feel that Partridge was the weirdest ability he had ever faced.

Perhaps, the strength is not as good as the evil god crane of the father.

But, his character, his soul, is more twisted and dangerous than the evil god.

"Hey...... Partridge suddenly raised his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at Ron, a weird laugh coming out of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes peeking around and the sky.

Speaking of which, when he was stabbed by the dawn of Ron's rising sun before, he didn't hold the arm in his arms after all.

Under the constant call of the last Dusk King, the arm broke away from Partridge's control and floated in mid-air, and at this moment, the overhead had completely evolved into another battlefield.

On one side is the remnant soul and left arm of the last Dusk King, and on the other side is a wisp of divine thought and right arm that Partridge has detached and stationed in it.

The two arms continued to launch the most fierce confrontation in mid-air, the violent roaring sound was continuous, deafening, and every time the two palms bombarded, it could cause the entire underground palace to be earth-shaking impact, swinging ripples, the stone walls above the head were trembling and full of cracks, and large and small pieces of stones continued to fall from the top of the head.

Speaking of which, the confrontation between the two palms is really simple and crude.

There are no bells and whistles, just two palms constantly slapping each other, but it is such a simple action, and every time the sky is falling apart.

One is the left arm of the last Dusk King, and the other is the right arm of the last Dusk King.

In such a situation, it can really be called a close match, and it seems that it should be difficult to distinguish a result in a short period of time.

But it doesn't matter, the right arm under his control, even if he can't win, will definitely not lose, as long as he can kill Ron as soon as possible, the balance of victory will still be on his side.

Partridge quickly adjusted his mind, and he looked across again.

It was only at this time that he finally noticed the anomaly.

In front of Ron, there was a tall and beautiful figure, and it was a woman.

Partridge had never seen such a beautiful woman, heroic and graceful, the seduction of the succubus and the purity of the saint, in her body obtained the most perfect fusion, Partridge swore that this was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life for a thousand years.

The standard melon seed face has clear lines, and a pair of big black eyes, like stars in the sky, flashing with bright light.

Wrapped in pitch-black and revealing armor, he showed off his perfect body to the fullest.

Behind this girl, you can see six pitch-black wings flapping slowly, bringing up wisps of air.

Hiss!

The moment he saw this figure, Partridge immediately gasped.

Fallen Angels.

Still is...... Hexagram.

Partridge's mind continued to sink, and the moment he saw Niaph, he already understood that today's conflict, I am afraid it would not end as imagined, he could never have imagined that Ron could actually summon such a terrifying existence as the six-winged fallen angel.

As a sage who has survived for thousands of years, after Archibald dived into the abyss, he can almost be said to be the strongest person in the Dusk Continent, Partridge is well-informed, and he still knows a little about angels.

Perhaps, he didn't know where these angels came from, but at least he knew that the angels were the attendants of the gods.

They are graceful and beautiful, powerful and ruthless.

They only obey the orders of the gods, and regard the will of the gods as the meaning of their existence.

They are more perfect than elves, more noble than dragons, and they are the most perfect creatures in this world.

The angel is divided into two, four, and six wings.

Two-winged angel, the lowest grade, strength is probably in the first destruction realm, for thousands of years, Partridge has broken into many secret realms, but also encountered a lot of dangers, although the two-winged angel rarely appears on the Dusk Continent, but Partridge has really encountered it.

As for the four-winged angel, his strength should be at the peak of the Destruction Realm.

In a thousand years, Partridge has only encountered it once, and then although his own realm is higher, but after realizing that the four-winged angel is not easy to mess with, Partridge turned around and left, and did not conflict with this four-winged angel.

As for the Seraphim, his strength is in the realm of demigods.

Even Partridge had encountered Seraphim for the first time in his life.

As for whether the angel is black or white, it doesn't make much difference to Partridge, the color only affects the attributes of the angel, and whether it is fallen or not has nothing to do with the strength of the angel.

When he saw Seraphim, Partridge knew that he had met an opponent today, and he didn't dare to say that he could easily defeat it.

In mid-air, more than a dozen black feathers were slowly falling, all of which were cut off from the middle, and the incision was unusually flat.

Obviously, when he attacked Ron with the Judgment before, it was this Six-winged Fallen Angel who used the feathers on his body to intercept the Judgment.

Although the feather was broken, neither the Seraphim Fallen Angel nor Ron suffered any damage...... Ron, a damn bastard, how could he summon such a terrifying existence as the six-winged fallen angel at such an age and with such strength?

Partridge always thought that he was a being favored by the heavens.

Although the first few decades have been relatively sloppy, but the next nine hundred years are the time to run, his strength, his status, are rising, but now he suddenly found that this guy Ron seems to be more favored than himself, after all, he didn't have such treatment when he was Ron's age.

This discovery made Partridge's heart extremely tormented.

His lips were shaking, and he reached out and grabbed the lightsaber that was poking at his body, letting the power of dawn on the lightsaber burn his palm, and he didn't care.

Immediately, with a rattle, the lightsaber was broken by Partridge.

One, two, three...... Seven.

Looking down at his body, his current appearance was really embarrassing, the mucus and blood caused by the Dawn Power were mixed together, and they were constantly flowing down his body, and the rot caused by the corrosion also continued to bring bursts of stinging pain.

Partridge took a deep breath, and the surface of his body rolled up a rich black.

Wrapped in a thick black mist, the surface of the rotting body, as well as the wounds pierced by the lightsaber, began to heal rapidly.

He even stretched out his right hand and pulled out his weapon...... The Seraphoo Fallen Angel wasn't Ron, a formidable enemy who wouldn't allow him to let up even the slightest.

It's just that Partridge's weapon is slightly special.

I thought that this guy had the name of a sage, and most of the weapons should be magic wands or something, but in fact, what Partridge took out of the storage ring was a pair of black silk gloves.

That's right, it's a black silk glove.

However, it is still somewhat different from the kind worn by women, these gloves are supposed to be woven with some kind of metal wire, although they look thin, but they give people a rather heavy feeling.

The surface of the glove still shimmers with a harsh metallic sheen, and on the back of the hand, an incomprehensible pattern is drawn.

This is the weapon of the sage Partridge.

When he saw the weapon that Partridge had brought out, Ron seriously suspected that this guy's personality might really be a bit perverted.

Partridge didn't care so much, the weapon or something, the appearance was not important at all, the practicality was more important, he carefully put the glove on his fingers.

Ron didn't take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

His body had been severed from his waist, and the lower half was lying motionless on the ground.

Fortunately, Ron's body is different from ordinary people, although it was cut off, there is no such bad picture of intestinal organs flowing all over the ground, speaking of which, although this injury looks exaggerated, it basically does not have much impact on Ron's battle, but it will be a little inconvenient.

Ron called out, his legs propped up on his lower body, and he rose from the ground.

Obviously there was no upper body, but the movement of the two legs had no effect at all, the footsteps were quickly staggered, and the lower half of the body quickly walked to the bottom of Ron's upper body, just at the place of the abdominal incision, and a large number of dense, scarlet silk threads like spider silk grew in the flesh and blood.

The threads squirmed slowly, gradually sinking into the wounds on the lower half of the body, forcibly linking the upper and lower parts of the body.

Bang...... Bang...... Bang.

Ostara's heart was still beating strongly.

With each beat, a force of the purest power surged through the body, looming, and even the sound of the slugging could be heard, and the cut skin, bones, and even the cut internal organs were regluing and growing together at an extremely exaggerated rate.

In just a few seconds, Ron had returned to his most normal appearance, except for the fact that his shirt was cut, there was almost no difference from before.

Bang!

As soon as his body recovered, the eye of the dragon god in his hand slammed into the ground.

Ron didn't hesitate and added a dragon fury BFF to himself first.

All attributes have skyrocketed, and the strength is even more exaggerated.

"Long Xiao."

As soon as he had done all this, Ron suddenly opened his mouth, and a mournful dragon groan suddenly came out of Ron's mouth.

The sound turned into a terrifying wind and swept forward.

Just opposite Ron, Partridge had just put on his gloves, felt the overwhelming aura in front of him, his face remained unchanged, his body suddenly half-squatted, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his fist slammed into the ground.

Only a rumbling sound was heard, and a thick stone wall appeared out of thin air, intercepting directly in front of Partridge.

Rumble!

As soon as the stone wall appeared, the sound wave of the dragon roar had already smashed into it.

The hard stone was completely unable to withstand the impact of the dragon's roaring sound, and it collapsed in an instant, and debris flew all over the sky, just behind the boulder, but Partridge's figure disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, at the same time, in a shadow behind Ron, a figure silently emerged from the darkness.

He holds the darkness in his hands.

Darkness is where he belongs, and he can walk freely through it.

Crumpled wrists, fingers wrapped in black gloves, silently reached for the back of Ron's neck.

It's like a ghost walking in the dark, only the light of his eyes flickered coldly.

At the tips of his fingers, black threads even sprouted, like dense wireworms, wriggling and dancing in mid-air, stretching towards the back of Ron's neck.

Seeing that these strange silk threads were about to wrap around Ron's neck, he suddenly remembered that Partridge's palm stayed in the air, unable to move forward, and a little cold light was on Patridge's palm, which was the head of a spear.

It was the six-winged fallen angel Niaf who narrowly blocked Partridge's attack.

This black silk glove is truly extraordinary.

How terrifying Niave's attack was, once upon a time, even the monsters in the underground space of the Andre family would be easily pierced by Niave's spear, but at this time, the thin black silk actually blocked the sharp tip of the spear.

"Cut."

Partridge withdrew his palm, and with the power of the spear, his body floated back and forth, and then disintegrated in the process of retreating.

Then, in a shadow to Niaf's left, a figure reappeared, and with a flick of his arm, a cut flew straight to Niaf's throat.

This sneak attack, silent, coming and going without a trace, it is even more difficult to capture Partridge's traces, but Niaf is obviously not an ordinary existence, she didn't even glance at the situation on the left, her fingers twisted slightly, the spear in her hand has rotated, the head of the spear directly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and pointed behind her.

Bite!

At this moment, an unusually sharp hiss pierced Ron's eardrums, and Ron only felt that the inside of his ears was sticky, and some scarlet blood flowed down his cochlea.

On the other side, the cutting edge slashed along the tip of the gun.

With a snort, Niaf's spear was neatly split into two halves from the tip to the body.

Cut, cut, nothing!

"Dang!"

At the same time, the sound of the clock of time struck again!

Chapter 2, 10,000 words.

(End of chapter)