Chapter 583 The Price of Betrayal

"Ring? What ring..."

Mardet was stunned for a moment, but soon his eyes reflected a sparkling gold ring inlaid with delicate purple gems.

"This is impossible! Where did you get it? This is fake, fake! You can't even try to lie to me!" The funeral bishop shouted excitedly, twisting his body and trying to struggle, but he was quickly restrained. On the ground, unable to move at all.

"Is it fake?" Old God Ron laughed on the ground. The two people on the other side were obviously unable to resist. He had enough time to dig out more things from their mouths. "Then you can tell me, I came from Where could I have seen it and made such a fake thing?”

The cultist was silent - he did not have a harmonious relationship with the other three bishops, or they did not have a harmonious relationship - but this did not mean that he believed that the other three people would give such important things to People watch. Not to mention showing it to the soil thief that their master is most eager to get rid of right now!

As for rebellion, Maldet had never thought about this possibility. It was completely nonsense. There was an unimaginably strong connection between the funeral bishop and "gods", and he did not believe that anyone would do such a thing.

"...who is it?"

There was only one possibility, Maldett thought. A bishop was martyred, unable to resist.

Just like he is now.

"I don't think you need to know so much," Ron fumbled for the ring in his hand, "Since you have guessed it, then hand it over. I can let you be relieved and go to accompany your ancestor or that lich. It’s up to you.”

Maldett looked at Ron and suddenly laughed: "No, that's impossible. You won't let me go like this, right? I've been studying this for many years, and you can't fool me."

"I won't let you succeed - if you dare search my soul, you'll get nothing!"

"It sounds like we are the villains," Sylvia clicked her tongue, "We have never had that habit, but..."

The vampire bared his incisors at the bishop: "Did you see it? I will torture you slowly. I will drink a small cup of blood, eat a small piece of meat every day, and then release spells to wait for you to grow up."

"You! You devil!"

"I'm not, but I can be," Sylvia shrugged, turning to look at Ron with an implicit smile, "Benefactor, you decide."

"Perhaps this is a more reasonable approach, don't you think, Maldet?"

The funeral bishop looked at the other people around him as if asking for help, but no one responded. The barbarian looked at him with interest, the half-elf turned around, and the priest of Heim just lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly. As for his That church member... Maldet couldn't count on him at all.

"Okay, okay, here you go, you win, take it!" Mardet compromised, he opened his mouth, Ron noticed some kind of tremor in the space, and as the tremor ended, a ball and Ron's The exquisite ornaments that were exactly the same as the ring in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, "But don't be too happy! God's side will take them back from your hands! It is the true chosen one of our Lord, and you are definitely not Its opponent!"

"Oh? Are you so sure?" Ron picked up the ring with a bit of disgust, but showed an interested expression when he raised his head, "How about you tell me about it? What kind of power does it have that can make it... To achieve this purpose?”

The funeral bishop had a sullen face and let out bursts of low roars caused by physical pain, without replying a word.

"That was a giant dragon, a real dragon, not a dragonborn, a dragonman or anything else," the Skeleton Man, who had always had a weak sense of existence before, suddenly spoke, causing the bishop to turn his head and look in shock, "I once Saw it, in the dark, far, far away."

"Don't look at me like that, I just want to die peacefully." Noticing the gaze of the church member, the skeleton collector gave a bitter smile, frowned and coughed up a piece of unknown black tissue, "I will collect it for the Kingdom of Falama. The corpse was also collected by Green Marsh Town. I have tried my best to be loyal to the Lord."

"What you have done for the Farama Kingdom is not thorough."

Sera hummed, and went up to give the other person a kick in the stomach, helping him vomit out a large piece of tissue again. The person's face instantly turned pale, but slowly became a little rosy and tired: "Thanks. , ma’am. I feel better and closer to death.”

"Is this the source of your power?" Ron frowned, trying to identify the things on the ground that were separated from the body but were still rolling and twisting - he didn't think those things could be called "organs", but more like Some kind of parasite.

"God-given, I have to say this," the skeleton collector coughed weakly, "can you give me a good time now? I feel that my physical strength is disappearing rapidly, and it is no longer possible for me to maintain the same physique as a young man. --ah!"

Suddenly, the black dragon tattoo on the skull collector's head seemed to come to life. It turned into a phantom and flew out. It hovered above the skull collector like a vulture for several weeks, and finally swooped down with a roar, bringing the body with it. He picked up a large handful of filthy plasma.

The person who collected the bones died, and I'm afraid his death would not be so peaceful. Because when Ron wiped the splattered blood on his face and looked around, he only saw his mandible - the upper part of his skull was gone.

"Are you ready?" Ron blinked and looked at Maldet, "I mean..."

"I'm ready! No, I'm not! I mean, that's enough, let's do it!"

The sudden death of the church member caused great psychological pressure on the man who had been immersed in the soul and spiritual level for many years. If such a bloody masterpiece came from Ron's hands, he wouldn't even blink. But that was a punishment from his master! He had never thought or even seen it in this way!

They were all captives! They didn't even want to live! These earth thieves already knew that their lord was a dragon lich. Is it a secret that the side of God is a corrupted (or abandoned darkness) dragon? !

"Alas, may you rest in peace in the dead." Ron stretched out his hand to cover the man's face, forcibly closing his eyes that were wide open in fear. A wisp of gray mist appeared quietly and took his soul away silently.

The survivors here died, and the cultists who killed the survivors also died. Ron stood up and walked towards the door.

"Ron, where are we going next?" Sera asked after seeing this.

"Another area," Ron nodded, motioning for his companions to follow, "The Ender showed me something from his memory." (End of this chapter)