Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 133 Continue your performance
"Alpha, I have to go back to Thorn Country. If you have nothing to do here, immediately withdraw from the Lionheart Kingdom and go here." Ron quickly wrote down the address, stood up and handed it to Alpha.

The most urgent task is to return to the Territory of Thorns to handle the evacuation.

There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!
He wanted to see whether the gods would immediately arrange a war in the kingdom of God every time he set foot on a place.

If this is true, it would be better to let the whole world fall into the vortex of the war between the kingdoms of God at the same time. By then, there will be no need for him to do anything, and the world will become a mess.

"As you command." Alpha nodded, took the note, glanced at the address, and then asked, "Should the deployment in the Lionheart Kingdom's capital... continue?"

"No need." Ron rubbed his nose, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue. "There's no need for us to get involved in the mess of the Lionheart Kingdom."

The fourth battle of the kingdom of God will begin in two days. The Lionheart Kingdom is one of the contestants. As long as the two dukes and the mastermind behind the scenes have a brain, they will not continue to besiege the capital.

There are only two possible scenarios for continuing the siege of the royal capital.

The first scenario is that they replace the royal family before the War for the Kingdom of God begins and continue to participate in the War for the Kingdom of God.

But by then, the Lionheart Kingdom, which will be mutually devastated, will undoubtedly be the experience package that every candidate in the fourth battle against the Kingdom of God will covet.

No matter who takes over this mess, there is a 90% chance that he will end up becoming an enslaved royal family.

The second situation is that after the war of the Kingdom of God begins, the capital is conquered.

The Lionheart Kingdom declared its demise and withdrew from the fourth War of the Divine Kingdom, and its territory was divided up by the remaining four kingdoms.

Either situation would only bring harm and no benefit to the two dukes.

They now have two choices: either rebel and join other contestants in the War of the Divine Kingdom, or reach a reconciliation with the royal family and withdraw to defend their own territory.

If they rebel, the Lionheart Kingdom will surely perish.

Reconciliation, the Lionheart Kingdom is temporarily safe.

In short, no matter what choice the two dukes make, Ron doesn't need to intervene.

Even if Ron needed to intervene, he would no longer care.

Because he can hardly protect himself now.

Compared to the Lionheart Kingdom, the Rah Kingdom, which has lost the protective barrier of the Kingdom of God's rules and only occupies a corner of the land, is the most coveted experience package.

The day the fourth war between the kingdoms of God began was the day the Kingdom of Rah was destroyed.

"What should we do with Princess Laura?" Alpha asked.

"After the blood is drawn, I'll detain her. I'll talk to her in person later," Ron said.

Alpha belongs to the Kingdom of Rah, and her detention of Princess Lola does not violate the rules of the Kingdom of God.

"clear."

Alpha took Ron's instructions to heart.

Ten minutes later, Ron boarded the carriage prepared by Alpha and drove out of the town.

Just as the wheels rolled over the gravel two miles outside the town entrance, a dull rumble suddenly tore through the tranquility of the town!

Ron, who had been closing his eyes in deep thought, suddenly opened them and leaned out the window.

A giant crimson lion, composed of pure energy, rose boldly from the densely packed houses of the town. It resembled an elemental puppet, emitting a frighteningly violent aura. Ron recognized it as the ferocious form of the Lion's Heart, activated by the beast.

The red lion opened its bloody mouth and burst out scarlet flames filled with a breath of destruction.

In an instant, the town turned into a raging sea of ​​fire.

A strong sense of foreboding gripped Ron's heart, and he immediately ordered the uncrowned member driving the carriage to turn around and return to the town.

The carriage returned to the town at full speed.

However, when Ron returned to the town, all he saw was a charred ruin with broken walls and ruins. The giant red lion had disappeared without a trace.

When Ron saw that the location of the Uncrowned stronghold had turned into a large pit more than ten meters deep into the ground, a cold murderous intent instantly spread, almost freezing the surrounding air.

He didn't think that the person who activated the red lion appeared here to massacre the civilians in the town.

The other party was obviously targeting him.

"Master Alpha."

The Uncrowned members beside Ron looked at the ruins and shouted in panic. This was the first time that Uncrowned had suffered such a disaster since its establishment.

Ron stood silently at the edge of the pit, the scorching air waves hitting his cold cheeks.

He closed his eyes, and his mental strength was like an invisible thread, activating the connection of the slavery shackles with all his strength, frantically searching for Alpha's soul imprint.

But no matter how he sensed, there was no response from the town.

Not only did Alpha's perception disappear, but Beta's perception also disappeared.

Wow...

From the fire ruins not far away, there was the sound of rubble being dug up.

The two of them followed the sound.

A figure struggled to stand up from the raging flames and wreckage, staggered out of the sea of ​​fire, and uttered a faint cry:

"Sora...sama..."

Ron flashed and approached. An invisible magic force field instantly blocked the licking flames around him.

He knelt on one knee and carefully lifted up the almost inhuman body, transferring his vast life energy to it without reservation.

The accompanying members also hurriedly cast water magic, trying to extinguish the strange, living red flame on Ye's body.

However, as soon as the water came into contact with the flame, it made a hissing sound and vaporized instantly. The flame did not move at all, but instead seemed to be enraged and burned even more vigorously.

"Lord Ye..." the uncrowned member shouted in despair.

Ye knew his life was fading like a candle in the wind, so he held on to his last breath and reported to Ron with difficulty: "Master Kong...Princess Laura...was kidnapped..."

"Well, I don't blame you." Ron's voice was low and steady. His palm tightly grasped Ye's cold wrist that had not yet been completely consumed by the flames. His life energy was endless, but it was like a drop in the ocean. He could only watch the vitality in her body quickly fade away like an hourglass.

"Lady Alpha, is she... okay?" Ye's voice was filled with the last hope and fear.

Ron's silence was the cruelest answer.

The last bit of light in Ye Huan's scattered eyes was completely extinguished, and the huge self-blame and sadness overwhelmed her.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't know... They were always... following me..."

Crystal clear tears slid down from the corners of her charred eyes and were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

This strong girl who has experienced countless cruel things but never backed down is now like a lost child, crying helplessly at the end of her life.

Her remaining arm seemed to want to raise itself, but eventually it fell down powerlessly. Her crying gradually became weaker and weaker until it was silent.

very good!

very good!
Ron slowly stood up, a heart-pounding cold and dead silence emanating from his body.

He had wanted to withdraw quietly and live in peace with this chaotic world, but it was clear that the people behind the scenes regarded him as an ant that could be manipulated at will.

He took note of this "generous gift".

There was no unnecessary grief, only a cold murderous intent to burn everything. He personally buried Ye's remaining body under a mound on the edge of the town that was not affected by the flames. There was no tombstone, only a stone that was burned black by the flames but still hard as a mark.

The carriage set off again, its wheels rolling over the charred land and heading towards the Thorn Territory.

Inside the carriage, Ron closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Late at night, the chill of the early morning filled the earth.

Ron returned to the Thorn Territory. Instead of heading to Silver City, he quietly returned to Whitewood City first.

The news of the start of the fourth war between the Kingdom of Gods did not seem to cause much trouble to Baimu City. Most of the guards were resting, and there were only a hundred or so people on duty on the city walls.

All sounds are silent.

Ron's figure disappeared into the shadows as he silently approached Byron's residence. He raised his hand and knocked twice on the heavy oak door.

Tuk tuk…

There was dead silence inside the door and no one answered.

He tried turning the brass doorknob—the door was unlocked and opened smoothly.

So lax? A trace of doubt flashed through Ron's mind, but he didn't stop. He slipped in and gently closed the door with his backhand.

Byron was sleeping on his side facing the window.

"Byron."

Ron called out first.

no respond.

At this moment, Ron suddenly smelled a fishy smell and was stunned.

Ron walked quickly to the bed, put his hand on Byron's shoulder, and tried to straighten him.

But it feels cold and stiff to the touch.

A huge force was exerted, and Byron's body turned over obediently, but——

His head, however, remained stubbornly tilted toward the window at a strange angle. Only jagged flesh and broken bones remained at his neck, and dark red blood had already soaked through the bedding and bed board beneath him, congealing into a sticky black liquid.

On that familiar face that always had a bit of simplicity and shrewdness, his eyes were wide open, frozen in extreme horror and confusion.

Ron's pupils suddenly condensed.

Byron is dead, his head and body are separated!
The deadly sense of crisis pierced Ron's spine like an ice pick.

trap!

Just as the thought was forming in his mind, a low, grinding sound of rocks rubbing against each other could be heard outside the window. The thick, rough rock wall instantly grew, as if alive, completely sealing off the window and the walls on both sides in the blink of an eye, completely obstructing his escape route.

At the same time, the door was violently pushed open, and a group of soldiers wearing fine steel armor and holding sharp blades and powerful crossbows rushed in like a tide, and the cold murderous aura instantly filled the small room.

Sharp spear tips and gleaming arrowheads were densely packed and aimed at Ron. These soldiers had a solemn aura, the weakest of whom was at the fourth level, and the two leading officers exuded the unique pressure of a sixth-level powerhouse.

Ron appeared calm on the surface, but he sensed something was amiss in his heart - this wasn't a lone assassination attempt, but a large-scale attack on Baimu City.

The fourth battle of the Kingdom of God has not yet begun. Who on earth dares to do this?
"Ron, I've been waiting for you for a long time." A voice with a teasing and arrogant tone came from the door.

Ron looked in the direction of the sound.

A young man pushed aside the soldiers and walked in. The cold moonlight just happened to fall on his face, illuminating the face with a smug smile.

It turned out to be Ian David, who had previously escaped with the money and food from the four cities of Thorn County.

"It's you." Ron's gaze paused on the smug face for a moment, then he suddenly realized.

All his doubts were cleared up in an instant, and he finally understood where the sense of disharmony that permeated the entire Thorn Territory came from - it was too calm, as calm as the dead silence before a storm!

"You never thought I would come back!" Ian's smile was filled with twisted satisfaction, as if he wanted to pour out all the humiliation he had suffered before.

"I really didn't expect that," Ron said with a faint, almost mocking smile, his eyes sweeping over Byron's remains on the ground. "You returned to the Thorn Territory, and the first place you attacked was this small Whitewood City. It seems your obsession with this place is truly deep and unforgettable."

"Humph!"

Ian was irritated by Ron's nonchalant attitude. He snorted coldly, trying to regain the initiative: "This is just what you saw. As for the situation in the other main cities, I believe you will understand after seeing the gift I brought you."

Ian raised his hand and clapped.

Immediately, two people came in carrying five cloth bags.

Gululu...

Five bloody heads, expressions frozen in shock and pain, rolled to the ground at Ron's feet, covered in dust and coagulated blood.

It was he who placed the managers in the other five main cities.

Ian stared at Ron's face, expecting to see anger, devastation, or at least shock.

However, Ron just glanced at the five heads indifferently, his eyes as if he were looking at a few stones on the roadside.

He even walked calmly to the velvet bed that was soaked in Byron's blood and exuded a strong bloody smell, sat down gracefully, crossed his legs, and leisurely straightened the non-existent wrinkles on the corners of his clothes.

Then, he raised his head and looked directly at Ian with calm eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, with a hint of indifference that seemed to see through everything, as if silently saying: Continue your performance.

The smug look on Ian's face froze instantly, then twisted, as if he had punched nothing, feeling extremely suffocated. He met Ron's terrifyingly calm eyes.

After a moment of dead silence.

As if waking from a dream, the fully armed soldiers in the room, the thick rock walls blocking the windows, the heads rolling on the ground, and even Byron's broken body... all began to shake and twist violently like the reflection of a stone thrown into the water, and then turned into wisps of green smoke, silently dissipating into the air.

Ron and Ian were the only ones left in the room.

"Aren't you going to continue the performance?" Ron said indifferently.

"When did you find out?"

The voice of "Ian" had changed. It was no longer arrogant and domineering as before. Instead, it revealed a sense of laziness and curiosity, and even a hint of feminine charm.

"Do you think a selfish person like Ian would fight back at this time?" Ron asked.

"Is that so..." Fake Ian nodded thoughtfully, his voice completely transformed into a magnetic female voice: "It seems that forcing a character who 'shouldn't be there' to appear was indeed an oversight on my part. I will pay more attention next time."

"You really have to be more careful next time." Ron didn't hide the murderous intent in his tone.

"Hehehe..."

"Ian" suddenly covered his mouth and giggled, his body swaying and changing like water waves.

The short black hair transformed into a waterfall of dark purple hair. The rough male lines were replaced by extremely charming female curves. The skin became as delicate as ivory. A pair of small bat wings fluttered gently behind her back, and a tail with a heart-shaped tip swayed lazily behind her hips. "Your Majesty Ron hates me."

"However," she bowed slightly and made an elegant salute: "Please allow me to make a formal self-introduction..."

"Sabnil, a cadre of the Demon King's Fifth Legion."

Ron's cold voice sounded before she opened her mouth.
"Ah!" Sabnir pretended to be surprised and widened his bewitching purple eyes, then his smile became even more charming.

"I never thought that the honorable Majesty Ron was secretly paying attention to me. I am really flattered." She twisted her waist and walked forward slowly.

The surrounding environment changed instantly, the dark and bloody room disappeared, and in its place was a huge bathtub filled with pink mist.

The pool was warm and rippling. Within it, countless beautiful women, some familiar to Ron in his memories or only glimpsed briefly, emerged. They leaned lazily, some played in the water, their eyes full of allure. Their snow-white skin shone seductively in the water's light, and the air was filled with sweet fragrances and faint moans.

One after another beautiful scenes that are enough to make the blood of saints boil are being played out.

Sabnir slid to Ron's side like a snake, his soft body pressed against him vaguely, and his breath was sweet as orchid: "This is a small token of my appreciation, to calm your majesty... I hope your majesty likes it."

She ran her fingertips lightly over Ron's arm teasingly.

Ron's eyes were like ten thousand years of ice, without the slightest fluctuation, only bottomless coldness and scrutiny.

"Oh, Your Majesty Ron, please don't be angry."

Sabnir said coquettishly, but he stepped back slightly, putting away his excessive affection, and said with a hint of seriousness: "I did this just to tell His Majesty Ron that the human territory is very dangerous. And Lady Lilith attaches great importance to you and has specially sent someone to invite you to visit the Demon King's Castle."

"Dangerous? Do you think the dream you made up is convincing?" Ron sneered, his eyes as sharp as a sword, piercing through this dream world.

[Level has been increased to level 45]

Without further ado, Ron's mind was like a knife, slashing fiercely at this illusory dream space and forcibly breaking away.

Sabnir didn't stop him. She stood in the shrouded pink mist, watching Ron's figure gradually become ethereal and transparent. The charming smile on her face gradually settled into a deep, warning calm. "This is not entirely an illusion, Your Majesty Ron. Time... the time left for you is really running out."

The dream is like broken glass, peeling off piece by piece.

(End of this chapter)