I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 237 One Slash, One Kill (Part 2)

In some respects, the Holy Light God Lord undoubtedly embodied the concept of fairness to the absolute.

Of course, most bishops obviously could not withstand such a test.

This is not about rigid theological dogmas, but about whether the power bestowed by God can be used for the right purpose.

The divine power of the Holy Light God is like a public carriage; anyone can use it as long as they pay the price.

But these guys actually wanted to take it over, turning it into something they could only use themselves.

How unforgivable!

"Since things have come to this, all of you may come at me together!" Ron twirled his sword.

"You're completely unyielding! This is an internal reform within the Vatican, it has nothing to do with you!"

"Retreat obediently, and we might spare your life; otherwise..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, Seth felt a tearing pain in a certain area.

The feeling was like drinking a large bowl of concentrated chili extract the day before yesterday, and today I'm suffering the backlash, with localized areas feeling like they're being pricked with needles, making it hard to breathe.

He instinctively turned his head and found that all his colleagues had their faces contorted in pain.

What kind of bizarre magic is this?!
Damn it, why can't I get any strength in my body?!

Archbishop Seth's forehead was beaded with sweat; the harsh words he was about to utter were stuck in his throat, unable to come out or come down. He could only grit his teeth and say:
"He's weakening us. Don't waste time, attack together!"

Yes, as a white-robed archbishop and one of the Vatican's top combat forces, even he himself was unsure whether he could defeat Ron.

Nine figures in white robes transformed into countless afterimages, launching an attack on Ron from nine directions.

Three spears formed from light ripped through the air, reaching Ron's head in near-instantaneous speed.

The blinding light surged, and the immense heat and all-purifying aura even ignited the brick and stone ground, transforming it into countless golden feathers.

Holy flames descended from the sky, these golden flames flowing down, causing the temperature inside the hall to rise sharply.

With an unsettling hissing sound, everything the flames passed through was burned to ashes.

Chains of light, formed from coalescing light, bound Ron's feet and rapidly spread across his body with a whooshing sound.
The blond boy was firmly pinned to the spot, completely unable to dodge the attacks aimed at vital organs such as the brain and heart.

good chance!
Upon seeing this, Archbishop Seth was overjoyed, as if he had already foreseen the scene of Ron's death and fall to the ground.

He drew his longsword from his waist, forming a pincer movement against the attacks of the other white-robed archbishops, and flashed to appear directly above Ron.

The longsword, inlaid with many gems, gleamed with magical light and slashed through the air, as if it were about to cut Ron's head in two!
In the realm of legend, cooperation is of utmost importance for both priests and other professions.

At times, a well-trained and well-coordinated team can even create a brief stalemate when facing a powerful enemy two levels higher.

Now, facing an attack from nine powerful enemies, Ron's fate is predictable.

Archbishop Seth stared coldly at the boy's face, as if trying to find expressions of despair and regret.

However, Ron's face remained unchanged, and even the lingering enthusiasm in his eyes did not change in the slightest.

wrong!

Several seconds have passed already, why hasn't my sword struck yet?!
In battles at their level, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.
The span of a single moment was clearly insufficient for him to have so many thoughts flash through his mind.

Just then, Seth, who had a red nose, suddenly saw a shimmering cat paw bracelet and heard a slightly arrogant female voice.

"Grandma is over a thousand years old, I can't keep up with the thinking of you young people~"

"Please beg Grandma Fiona to help me, and Grandma will come out to help you."

Hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, feeling even more strongly that Fiona was going further and further down the path of playing an old woman.

He suppressed his overwhelming shame and said in a completely emotionless voice:

"Grandma Fiona, please help me."

"Hmph, junior, I really can't do anything with you. Don't let this happen again!"

As the slightly arrogant voice fell, an extremely powerful repulsive force suddenly erupted, deflecting all the attacks that had almost stopped around Ron.

Immediately, these attacks, composed of pure light, deformed, twisted, and compressed into a single point, converging on a white and supple index finger.

Fiona, with long, light pink hair and pale purple eyes, suddenly appeared behind Ron.
She floated in mid-air, one hand resting on the boy's blond head, stroking it repeatedly, as if praising a junior whose performance was worthy of praise.

"Do you know who I am? You've probably never seen magic like this before, have you?"

With a flick of his white, supple index finger, a tiny black dot that absorbed the surrounding light pointed directly at Archbishop Seth's forehead.

Under this terrifying pressure, enough to tear metal apart, the longsword in Bishop Seth's hand deformed first, breaking and twisting into a lump of scrap metal.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free and escape, but frozen in mid-air, he had absolutely no foothold to grab onto.
They could only cast divine spells again and again, trying to use the power of holy light to purify and expel the black light spots.

Damn!

This spell belongs to the Stardust Society.
Suddenly, the corrupt Archbishop Seth seemed to realize something, and said with a look of horror:

"This is 'Starlight Magic'! You are the Crown of Stardust, how could you possibly be alive now!"

"You clearly set sail on a long voyage and were torn to pieces by a giant dragon, how could you possibly still have a spirit alive!?"

Upon hearing this, the proud senior's beautifully shaped jawline suddenly turned serious.

"I'm so happy that you know Grandma."

"But Grandma didn't like the tone of your voice just now."

"what!!!"

The tearing force of the black light suddenly increased, ripping one of the fallen white-robed archbishop's arms into it.

At that moment, the white-robed archbishops around them, having grasped the situation, instantly realized what was happening.
As if by telepathy, they used divine magic targeting spirits, summoning powerful holy light to dispel evil spirits.

The Church also has records of Fiona's unique 'Starlight Magic'. Rather than rescuing Seth from this newly created category of magic, it would be more practical to target the spell's user directly.

However, at this critical moment, the eight white-robed archbishops who were casting divine spells all froze.

A strange blue light quietly appeared.

The fallen archbishops' gazes instantly locked onto Ron, who had quietly come within ten meters of them without them noticing.

What an audacious fellow! He thinks that having a broken soul to back him up means he can do whatever he wants!
"You're courting death! Do you think we can't do anything to you with just a broken soul?!"

Suddenly, a soft, hesitant voice rang out, sounding both cute and fierce.

"What's going on? My voice!!!"

Before the fallen white-robed archbishop could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and his physical strength was greatly weakened, as if he had been subjected to a powerful curse. A series of exclamations rose and fell as delicate little girls stared at each other with their almond-shaped eyes.

The white-robed archbishops could sense a strange force restricting some of their strength, turning them from being able to urinate three feet high when facing the wind to being three feet weaker when facing the wind.

What a vicious and insidious fellow!

Ron's righteous and eloquent words just moments ago seemed like yesterday.
But now they're using such despicable and vile methods.
This scene also made Fiona's eyelids twitch; she genuinely felt that Ron was seriously damaging the Stardust Society's reputation.

Even though she had seen this kind of spell that weakened the enemy countless times, she still couldn't understand it.

Isn't this just pure torture?
"you!"

One of the little girls was particularly irritable and seemed unable to tolerate Ron's insults.

She roared, disregarding the rescue of her companions, and forcibly endured the intense pain in her private parts, her entire body engulfed in blazing golden flames.

Life is burning, soul is roaring, even if she is burdened with heavy shackles, she will perish together with Ron!

"Noel, don't be impulsive!"

The other white-robed archbishops gasped in surprise, but eager to break free from their abnormal physical condition, they could only watch helplessly as their companion rushed toward the villain.

"I'm here to buy you some time; you guys get back to normal as soon as possible!"

The white-robed archbishop named Nor shouted and then swung his broadsword, which was taller than him, horizontally forward.

As the lowest-ranked white-robed archbishop in terms of strength, he had to make a choice here.

He would do anything to bring about change and to ensure the safety of his companions!
Noel, you bastard!
The remaining white-robed bishops, who were waiting for reinforcements, were filled with rage and stopped in their tracks, turning their angry gazes toward the evil Ron.

clang--

The violent roar of metal clashing suddenly exploded, and Ron felt the force from the longsword was still formidable.

Golden holy flames intertwined with golden magic, and terrifying energy whipped up powerful wind pressure, making Ron's long hair look disheveled.

The white-robed archbishop's strength is beyond doubt. Even after suffering two major weakenings, his strength still remains at the lower end of the fifth rank.

Thinking of this, Ron glanced at the arrogant senior who had already dealt with Seth, and no longer hesitated.

He deflected his sword, dissipating the terrifying power of the greatsword, and layers of six-pointed star formations spread out beneath his feet.

In an instant, golden figures appeared behind him, each a heroic spirit, and Ron's steadfast companions.

"I'll form the head!"

To everyone's astonishment, he activated his Super Transformation!
There's no time for him to dawdle anymore; Elena, the president, and Miss Snake Woman are in extreme danger.

If Cyrus VII isn't stopped soon, he'll probably have to spend money every year to buy offerings and incense for them.

"Ms. Fiona, charge out in one go!"

Reality isn't a game; no one says you have to defeat all the enemies to advance to the next level.

Ron only needs to use his current advantage to force his way out and find Cyrus VII.

As for whether he can deal with it after finding it...
At worst, I can only cry out for help from my mistress!

If that doesn't work, then try other methods to find opportunities.

After all, the divine status granted by the Holy Light Meditation Technique is no joke, especially since he hadn't even truly unleashed his Holy Sword Technique yet.
If none of the above methods work, living to the same length as heaven and earth is also a good option.

A terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly erupted, blasting everything within a ten-meter radius of Ron away. Countless powerful forces surged into his body, bursting forth with a dazzling and blazing light.

Under the immense pressure of this godlike figure, the white-robed archbishops trembled involuntarily, their hearts racing, as if they had encountered something utterly terrifying.

As the light faded, a suit of armor covered in mysterious patterns, exuding an aura of unparalleled sacredness and solemnity, emerged.

"How is this kind of power possible?!"

The fact that a fourth-tier mage has been able to fight them this far is a testament to his talent.

But now you're telling us this guy hasn't even used his full strength yet?!
Ron's current power is approaching or even surpassing their peak levels.

"Stop him quickly! We can't let him cause any trouble for His Holiness the Pope!"

One of the white-robed archbishops shouted, but Ron didn't know who it was.

Because all he could see were little girls, he couldn't tell them apart.

Golden flames flashed in mid-air as Noel leaped high into the air and swung his greatsword down in a fierce slash.
"go to hell!"

It was as if a sun had appeared inside the main hall, causing the indoor temperature to soar rapidly, and even the stone bricks on the floor showed signs of melting.

Ron did not dodge the attack that the white bishop was putting all his strength into.

He simply gripped the sword hilt tightly, his feet staggered, instinctively drawing upon the power within his body, and then twisted his waist and swung his arm in a horizontal slash!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning; almost no one could see his movements clearly.

In an instant, a series of white lights flashed continuously, piercing through the giant sword wrapped in golden holy flames, spanning the entire hall, and leaving a sharp, penetrating wound on the surrounding stone pillars and walls.

This is a technique from the Knight, borrowing the power of Ron's Super Transformation, and finally combining it with his already mastered swordsmanship to unleash a single strike.

Noel was cut in two mid-air, and the momentum caused his body to fall helplessly to the ground.

Blood splattered, the holy flames burned out, and countless holy points of light emerged from his corpse, piercing through the roof and drifting upwards.

"Noel, you actually killed Noel!"

I'll make you pay with your life!

The other white-robed archbishops, who launched a support operation the instant they realized the situation was dire, were ultimately too late.

In just a few minutes, this core fighting force of the Vatican lost two of their comrades.

That's the highest authority in a parish, not some cabbage by the roadside.

Hey, what's with those looks? You're making me look like the villain.
Those gazes, seemingly intent on devouring him, left Ron speechless.

What? You guys were the ones who started it, but now you're acting like I'm not human.

Thinking of this, the blond boy felt it was best to calm the emotions of the deceased's family.

Therefore, he sincerely advised:

"That's it?"

"You're too weak. It's better for both of us to move aside!"

(End of this chapter)