After finishing the headless corpse, Wharton sneered, and slowly approached Ron with his blood-stained sword.
"It's over!"
Ron groaned in his heart and closed his eyes. His last hole card had expired, and he no longer had any strength to resist Wharton. At this moment, his mood seemed to fall from the peak to the bottom.
"Um?"
At this time, Wharton frowned slightly. He punched in the air, and suddenly bent his fingers into claws, grabbing at the void beside him.
"Who is sneaking up, get out of here!"
Wharton shouted, while keeping his hands on. At this time, a figure slowly appeared in the air.
Ron had already closed his eyes and waited to die, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Catherine, who was lifted into the air by Wharton's neck, with a painful expression on her face.
"Hmph, even a little assassin dares to sneak attack me, it seems that you are impatient!" Wharton said with a cold snort.
"You-you let her go!" Seeing Catherine being caught by Wharton, Ron was shocked and angry.
"Hmph, life-or-death thing, you'd better take care of yourself!" Wharton said coldly, but his hands didn't loosen at all.
"let me go!"
Wharton's hand was tightly locked, and Catherine struggled desperately, but unfortunately, her struggle was in vain in front of the Sanctuary powerhouse who was so powerful that he surpassed everything.
…
"Huh? Where's Catherine?"
Juliana had been away from Colored Stone Castle for a while, when she looked back inadvertently, only to find that Catherine beside her had long since disappeared.
"Huh? It's strange that she was still here just now!" Elfa replied after a moment of pondering.
When Juliana heard this, she was frightened out of her wits.
"Could it be..."
She suddenly thought of something terrible, she gritted her teeth suddenly, turned her horse's head, and ran in the direction of Colored Stone Fort.
"Miss... Miss..."
There were exclamations from Alfa and Lauchren behind them, but Juliana didn't seem to hear them. She rode her horse and galloped all the way, and soon walked away, leaving behind the Ebian rebels. .
"How to do?"
Everyone in the Ebian rebel army looked at each other in blank dismay. The eldest lady who was the leader just left without leaving a word of explanation. They didn't know what to do next.
"I'm worried about her, I'll go back and see her..."
Alpha gritted his teeth, pulled the rein of the horse and chased after him. He knew very well that the strong in the sanctuary were terrible, and he might never come back once he left.
But Elfa is still a little sure, he is the grandson of Miz, maybe the other party will give grandma a face.
Watching Alpha leave, Lauren also made up his mind and said, "I'll go and see too!" After speaking, he also followed, leaving behind nearly 100,000 legions.
Juliana galloped on the horse, and the expression on her face became more and more anxious. At this moment, she regretted it very much, why? Why do you want to leave? Although leaving was the most correct choice from the perspective of war, it would hurt my sister's heart in this way. Catherine's feelings for Ron were not unknown to her.
"Catherine, you must be safe..."
Riding on the horse, Julianna almost cried, she clutched her lips tightly, and tears rolled in her eyes.
"Roar-"
Seeing that Catherine fell into Wharton's hands, Ron roared like an angry beast, resisting the pain in his body. When he turned his hand, the power of his soul surged wildly, and a bone spear stabbed out. Knowing that it would have no effect, he still shot without hesitation.
A sinister smile appeared on Wharton's face. He liked to watch his prey struggle desperately. He didn't see how he moved, and a lot of flames burst out of his body.
"boom-"
Ron's body was bounced and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Looking at Ron who was covered in blood and struggling to get up, Catherine's eyes flashed deep regret. If it wasn't for her, Ron would have already returned to the Roland Empire, and he wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Ro... Ron... yes... I'm sorry..." Catherine opened her mouth slightly, and uttered a sentence with difficulty, her voice was inaudible.
The voice was not loud, but Ron still heard it, his eyes turned red, and he whispered, "Catherine, I never blamed you!"
"Really... Really?" Catherine forced a smile, "Maybe... Maybe I'm really... going to die... Before I die... I must... tell you... cough cough cough..."
Because of being pinched by the neck, Catherine spoke intermittently and coughed a few times from time to time.
"I like you..." Catherine finally uttered a sentence with difficulty, her voice was as thin as a gnat.
There was a "boom" in Ron's mind, and it became blank. He sat there blankly, as if he had lost consciousness. Before he died, he heard the true confession of a beautiful girl.
The encounter in the imperial capital of Sao Paulo, the affectionate encounter in the sewer, this scene appeared in Ron's mind like a movie, and for a while, Ron's eyes filled with tears.
"Hehe, Ron, I can't tell that this little girl is very affectionate to you!" Wharton laughed, and he glanced at Catherine, "But you are wrong about one thing, falling in love with a heretic , is not a good choice."
"I don't regret it!" Catherine said with a smirk as her pale face flushed.
"Very well, then, I'll send you to hell together. What I can guarantee is that you will be buried together." Wharton's eyes became more and more murderous.
As he spoke, his hands tightened and tightened, Catherine felt breathless, her pretty face turned purple, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
"Let her go!"
At this time, an old voice sounded, startling Wharton who was killing people.
"Who?"
Wharton turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone. At this moment, he saw Ron. Ron, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, stood up at some point, staring at him coldly with a pair of cold eyes.
"It's you?"
Wharton glanced at Ron, and was a little surprised. What surprised him was not why Ron could still stand up, but that he felt that Ron who stood up was a little different than before, but he couldn't say what was different.
"Ron" stood there quietly, with black soul power rising from his body, the hoarse voice said again, "I say! Let her go..."
"Who are you?"
Wharton asked subconsciously, because he felt that Ron was like a different person, with the same thin figure, but his childish face revealed a trace of majesty.
Majesty, yes, Wharton was right. He actually saw majesty in the eyes of "Ron". This is a kind of temperament that can only be possessed by those who have been in the top position for a long time, and it is absolutely impossible for a seventeen-year-old child to appear.
"Ron" didn't answer, because he showed what he wanted to do with actions, and he did it.
"Frost Nova!"
A frost nova was released at random, and a layer of frost condensed on the horse under Wharton's feet, freezing his body in place.
Wharton was taken aback. At this moment, a sharp bone spear arrived in an instant, aiming at his eyes.
"not good!"
Wharton groaned inwardly, no matter how big he was, he didn't dare to make fun of his vitals, and with his head turned slightly, he escaped the attack of the bone spear.
"so close!"
Due to the close distance between the two, Wharton still had lingering fears. Although the eye injury could be treated by a priest, a round of pain was inevitable.
At this moment, he felt a lightness in his hand, and the girl he was holding had already disappeared.
Taking advantage of Wharton's chance to dodge, "Ron" saved Catherine, and a "fog shadow" flashed aside, asking, "Are you okay?"
Catherine coughed a few times, forced a smile, and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, Ron, you saved me again!"
"Ron" smiled, didn't speak, let go of her hand, pointed in another direction, and signaled her to leave.
Catherine nodded obediently, her figure gradually faded, and disappeared into the air. She knew that staying was a burden, and she was already very satisfied to help Ron.
Being able to save someone from a strong man in the sanctuary, and to strike at the vital point, is not an easy experience. Although the strength is still the same, Wharton feels that he is fighting a dangerous person who has experienced many battles.
This feeling made him very uneasy.
"It's a weird feeling! You're not Ron, who are you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice.
It was Homelin who controlled Ron's body, and he felt that he had to make a move. Of course, he himself admitted that even if he made a move to defeat Wharton, the chance of defeating Wharton was very slim, because the difference in strength was too far.
Ron's current strength cannot accommodate his powerful strength, so Homelin can only desperately compress his own strength and try to keep a balance with Ron's strength, otherwise Ron's body will definitely collapse.
However, the same power has been greatly different under Homelin's use.
Homelin didn't answer his question, "Since you like hell so much, then go to hell and ask!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand casually, and a cloud of cyan mist blasted towards Wharton. It was the Necromancer's favorite skill - Death Coil.
Wharton sneered, "What a breath, I'll beat you half to death, and then I'll ask you slowly..."
With a swing of the long sword, the "Death Entanglement" was split in half with one sword, but the broken death entanglement was like thousands of hairs, and it entangled again. Shock scattered.
"Pediatrics!"
Wharton snorted coldly, his body flew out flat, and slashed hard at Homelin.
"Hehe! Good time!"
Homelin smiled, his body turned into a cloud of mist, and disappeared immediately, Wharton's long sword cut through the air.
"Where are people?"
Wharton regained his composure, but saw that the person had disappeared. He was in a daze when he saw more than a dozen magic bullets suddenly appearing, which shocked him a lot, but it turned out that the other party had summoned more than a dozen skeleton magicians at some point , caught him off guard.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
The Colored Stone Fortress that had been destroyed and exhausted was ignited again. The sounds of soldiers and irons clashed, and the sounds of explosions rose and fell. For a while, the two sides fought inextricably.
Homelin is like a professional conductor. The same undead magic, he can do it at his fingertips, which makes Ron, who has his soul in his body, dazzled and admired.
Wharton, however, became more and more depressed as he beat him. In front of him, "Ron" was like a slippery loach. He couldn't get close to him at all, but he could only get beaten.
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After an unknown amount of time, in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield in Colored Stone Fort, the severely wounded headless god corpse was lying on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
At this time, its body suddenly changed.
"Crack...crack...crack..." came a crisp voice.
Every time there was a sound, the body of the headless god's corpse shook, and the spider web-like pattern on its body began to break inch by inch, revealing the dark white skin inside...