I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 132 I'm about to be captured!
“In the past, the earth supported a supreme kingdom. One day, the king received an envoy who had come from afar.”

"The messenger said that the sun would close like a dying eyelid, and the earth would melt into the stomach of time, unless a high wall was built that touched the throat of fate."

"And so, high walls were built, and the calamity retreated."

“But some conspirators say that their king has gone mad, because the mad king has taken away their milk and honey.”

"War broke out on the earth, the supreme kingdom was shattered, leaving only palaces standing amidst the ruins."

In her drowsy state, Catherine seemed to hear someone singing hymns beside her as she slept. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a scene that was not unfamiliar to her.

An ancient and magnificent "temple" stood in her dream, with ten stone pillars supporting the dome, making the beautiful girl, who seemed to have stepped out of a myth, appear extremely small.

At this moment, she was playing an ancient seven-stringed zither from who-knows-where and singing softly.

"What do you want with me?" Miss Wang frowned as she looked at her other self.

The beautiful girl, surrounded by radiance, put down her seven-stringed lyre. "There are still seven days left until the appointed time."

"At that time, you will die, and even if that person comes, he will not be able to save you."

"At the end of the era, the calamities recede, and the rules become unbalanced. This is the last chance."

“If the high walls are not rebuilt, the descendants of the High Kingdom will have nowhere to live.”

Can't you speak like a human being?!
Catherine clenched her fists, feeling that there was no way to communicate with this kind of guy.

What about building walls, the end of an era, and the supreme kingdom? Can you explain it more clearly?
Since being "trained" by Ron, the fully awakened "golden bloodline" within her has become much more docile.
It can also effectively communicate with the thing inside the body.

But now it seems that its effectiveness was merely wishful thinking on her part.

I've heard these prophetic verses countless times.

But no matter how much Catherine pressed for answers, the only response she received was to listen to it again.

This is also a key reason why she went through Ron's back door to win over the Stardust Club in order to compete for the throne.

Although she didn't quite understand, the heavy sense of mission reminded her of the deeds of her ancestor Heinrich.

Perhaps, our ancestors did just that, saving the entire continent from the catastrophe of the Apocalypse!

Before she could ask the beautiful girl any more questions, Catherine in her dream suddenly heard the voice of a maid outside the bedroom.

"Your Highness, Baroness Mark requests your presence."

"She said that Lord Ron had disappeared and requested a search of the royal forbidden area."

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The ground was damp and cold, covered with sand, gravel, and broken tiles, which made Ron grimace.

Before he could fully adjust to the darkness, he quickly stood up, his back slightly hunched, and placed his hands on the hilt of his longsword.

Suddenly, a spotlight shone on him, illuminating everything around him.

There, the ancient city-state lay half-collapsed and half-destroyed underground, and Ron was located right in the middle of what resembled the city-state's main thoroughfare.

Having confirmed there was no danger, Ron relaxed his guard slightly. For some reason, the half-collapsed city-state in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

"This should be underground, but why is there a city-state here?"

Coster frowned and pondered for a long time, looking at the sacred pillar, hoping to find the answer there.

You ask me, who do I ask?
Ron's lips twitched as he looked up at the rock-built dome, his heart sinking.

There's no turning back.

His arrival here was certainly not a coincidence; he clearly saw the teleportation array that opened at the last moment.

But now that people have come in, where is the assassin?
ka ka ka-

Like the sound of collapsing walls and colliding stones, a series of sounds rang out. Ron turned his head and was shocked to see several enormous stone figures rising from the ground.

They are five or six meters tall, with very rough bodies made of piled stones, but their heads and facial features are surprisingly exquisite, lifelike, like human heads sculpted by the most outstanding masters.

Upon seeing this, "God's Right Hand" Coster was overjoyed.

A truly perfect person not only needs a character and spirit as brilliant as gold, but also unwavering courage and invincible strength.

He admitted that Ron's kindness and character were indeed superior to his, but his courage and strength were not necessarily so.

A blessing from the gods is ultimately just a blessing; it does not represent the strength or weakness of one's own power.

Gabe Coster, born into the Sun Family, perfectly followed the Path of the Holy Light from a young age and became one of the twelve White Archbishops at a young age.

Through asceticism and faith, he gained immense power approaching legendary status.

The Sacred Pillar!

I'm going to win this time!

A sense of excitement welled up inside Coster, and he grabbed Ron, who was turning to run away, and smiled confidently.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

"No, you can't hit me."

He smiled elegantly, ignoring the complex emotions in the blond boy's eyes and ignoring his advice, and rushed forward in one stride.

The spotlight overhead suddenly shone brightly, tinged with a golden hue, giving Ron the opportunity to witness how the papal bishops fought.

Layers of wings unfurled behind Costa, and dozens of buffs enveloped his entire body.

At this moment, the aura of a fifth-tier holy cleric at the peak of perfection was displayed to the fullest extent.
The fifth rank is a rank with a very large gap, as large as the gap between a person and a dog.

With a simple gesture, Coster raised his hand and a copy of the "Glorious Bible" appeared in his palm.

"Heretics, listen to the words of God."

"God said, 'Use the sacred texts to teach your enemies!'"

As soon as the white-robed archbishop finished speaking, he threw the "Radiant Bible" away, much to Ron's shock and utter bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, another "Glorious Bible" flew out, like a meteorite falling from the sky, instantly melting and purifying the huge stone men into a handful of ashes.

Why didn't you open the "Glorious Bible" to cast a spell, but instead threw the book away!

So this is how you use holy scriptures to educate your enemies?!

Ron's eye twitched slightly, but he still adhered to his principle of doing good, shouting a reminder as he ran away:

"Mr. Coster, run!!!"

what?
He said I did a great job!
Amidst the deafening roar, the white-robed archbishop seemed to see Ron giving him a thumbs-up, as if he had successfully defeated his nemesis, and as if he saw a wide river with several people waving from the opposite bank.

The next second, a sharp pain in his forehead snapped him out of his reverie.
A section of emerald green snake tail rapidly enlarged in the white-robed archbishop's gaze, once again shattering layers of divine magical shields.

With a single blow, he was slammed into a stone wall a hundred meters away, so hard that he couldn't be pulled out.

This power is beyond the reach of even "legendary" experts!
The white-robed archbishop went up, and the white-robed archbishop was defeated.

Seeing Coster beaten so badly without any chance to fight back, Ron's face turned pale, and he quickly changed the title of "Chosen by the Holy Light God" above his head to "Chosen by the Compassionate God".

Ron had already guessed something when he saw a broken scale in Elena's bedroom.

But at the time he wasn't sure, because that was someone he had met more than 1,300 years ago, how could they possibly be alive now!?
And even if they survived, how could they escape the encirclement of the hero's team?

But the moment the stone man appeared, he had to believe the absurd guess in his mind and finally understood why the dilapidated city-state underground looked familiar.

Because he came here more than 1,300 years ago!
(End of this chapter)