I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 194 Complex Situation

Lawson Upton is dead.

He died because of his stubborn resistance.

As Mr. Upton's head rolled to the ground, an unusual silence fell over the battlefield.

"No! Brother Lawson!"

Grand Inquisitor Silas was devastated, unable to accept that someone born evil like himself had died.

Compared to physical pain, the blow to the soul seems even heavier.

He realized that everyone had underestimated Ron's abilities and that the information in the documents was incomplete.

"You call this a healing spell?!"

Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Silas roared, venting the surging resentment within him.

It hurts so much, it really hurts so much!

Especially the groin area, it's a hundred times more irritating than applying chili water.

With each gentle rub of the fabric, it felt as if a piece of flesh could be torn from the body.

Wasn't the opponent supposed to be "chosen by the Holy Light"?

Is this the magic that "Chosen by the Holy Light" should possess?!

Silas broke out in a cold sweat as he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The guy in front of me seems to be an even worse bastard than myself!
Sergeant Mino, who had remained silent throughout, showed little reaction to Lawson Upton's death.

At this moment, feeling as if his body was being cut by a knife, all he wanted was to settle old and new scores with Ron.

"Despicable, you scoundrel! If you've got the guts, let's have a fair fight!"

Mino had her legs turned inward and her eyes were red-rimmed.

If this continues, he feels his penis is about to explode, and then he'll only be able to be a girl.

What do you mean I'm despicable?
You all ganged up on me and you think you're in the right?
To be honest, Ron was feeling very heavy-hearted at the moment; being misunderstood was not a pleasant feeling.
However, he no longer had the strength to salvage his reputation in this regard.

Ron was ultimately only a third-tier archmage.

Fighting two levels above him has already exceeded his limits.

Even with the "Sword of Victory and Oath" reducing energy consumption, his magic power was almost completely drained after a fierce battle.

Not to mention, Saint Eleanor was slightly overjoyed at this moment and was about to enter a state of sagehood where she had no desires.

Once the "Holy Light Healing Spell" wears off, probably no one on the battlefield will be able to stop this freakish woman.

Luck can also be misfortune; success can be due to abnormality, and failure can also be due to abnormality.

If St. Elaine were a normal person, she would never have given Ron the opportunity to kill Lawson Upton.

She would still endure the excruciating pain and continue the struggle with him.

The advantage of this is that the pain cannot be vented or adapted to, and strength can only decline further.

Unfortunately, the nun was someone Ace admired.

The only solution now is to seize this excellent opportunity and deal with the White Archbishop!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Ron turned his gun towards St. Ellen, looking rather hesitant.

Seeing the nun's disheveled hair, flushed face, and defiant gaze fixed on him, Ron silently increased the distance between them and raised his gun again.

click-

The sound of a trigger being cocked rang out, and then a series of flashes of light appeared before the blond boy's eyes.

"Damn it, are you really going to do it?!"

As the nun's curses echoed, all thoughts of harming others vanished from Ron's mind, leaving only a pure and innocent heart filled with truth, goodness, and beauty.

At this moment, he completely lost his hostility towards the nun.

However, this was of no use to the boy who was always eager to help others and had boundless enthusiasm for everything. He had no intention of killing the white-robed archbishop; he was merely testing him.

The result of the test was obvious: Saint Eleanor had indeed retained some of her power!

Luckily, I wasn't aiming at her from next to her, or I probably would have gotten beaten up.
Ron secretly rejoiced.

Just then, Sergeant Mino's hoarse roar came from afar:
"Silas, stop him!"

"I'll hold off the target. You must ensure the Archbishop's safety!"

"His magic isn't deadly at all. As long as you can endure the pain and deplete his magic power, damn it!"

Regardless, Saint Irene was the key factor in the outcome.

Moreover, even without that, protecting the personal safety and innocence of the white-robed archbishop is something he should do.

Catherine's combat boots slammed into the ground, as she tried to reunite with Ron to fight the enemy together.

But before she could jump over the deep pit filled with rubble, she was bounced back by a swift figure.

In an instant, sparks flew across the battlefield. Her Majesty the Queen swung her sword with incredible speed, but each time she was parried by Mino, who was even faster, using her divine magic.

The other party didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with her, disappearing after each collision, keeping Catherine firmly in place.

Mino believed that with Silas's strength, dealing with a mage whose magic was about to run out would be a piece of cake.

Once the white-robed archbishop recovers from those despicable tactics, victory will surely be theirs.

Seeing Silas's ferocious expression as he dragged the greatsword and ran wildly, Ron's heart sank.

A quick solution to Saint Eileen's problem won't work.
Regardless of whether he has the ability to solve the problem, the fact that he cannot currently generate hostility towards him is enough to declare the plan a failure.

Moreover, Saint Ellen had never used her full strength against him, the "Chosen One of the Holy Light," so Ron naturally felt embarrassed to take advantage of her vulnerability.

He is a man of nothing but benevolence and righteousness!

After assessing his depleted mana, Ron activated the Holy Light Meditation Technique with all his might, determined to buy time to recover.

"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll rip off her clothes and stuff this inside her!"

He pulled out a piece of something wrapped in black cloth from behind his waist and said, pretending to be fierce.

The inability to generate hostility does not mean there is no way to do so. Ron simply wanted to make the nun more satisfied, which was not inherently wrong.

He quickly pulled back the black cloth, revealing something golden inside, which instantly blinded Cyrus.

That was a mace made entirely of refined gold, and judging from its size, its value was estimated to be between 40,000 and 50,000 gold lions.

Wait, what did he just say?

You have to stuff this thing in!?

What kind of cruel person could come up with such a method?
Silas always felt that he was worse than an animal, to the point that he had no kindred spirits.

But unexpectedly, in just a few days, he was able to meet two like-minded humans.

"Let go of the archbishop, if you've got the guts, shove it inside me!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, quickening his pace as if he were going to his death, and swung his greatsword at Ron.

It's clear that he really craves money.

Just then, Silas suddenly saw the blond-haired boy move, sneakily hiding behind Saint Ellen.

The giant sword abruptly changed direction, grazing the nun's scalp as it struck the pile of rubble, creating waves of air.

"mean!!!"

Silas was furious; he couldn't believe such a despicable person existed in the world.

He attempted to use divine magic to summon holy light from the heavens to completely purify Ron.

But soon they discovered that their ability to command the blessing of the holy light had failed.

(End of this chapter)