I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 238 Even Legends Have Differences (Part 2)

As a kind-hearted person, Ron would never harm the innocent.

Even if the other party is an enemy, in a life-or-death situation, he will sincerely remind and warn them to prevent things from going down an abyss from which they cannot fall.

What Ron couldn't understand was why, after he warned them, the group of white-robed bishops seemed to be courting death and attacking him.

This in the end is why?

Should honest people be bullied?
Thinking of this, Ron's anger flared, and he charged towards the remaining seven white-robed archbishops, shouting as he did so.

He spouted strange phrases like, "Get out of the way if you don't want to die for nothing. None of you are good enough. I don't want to hurt the weak."

This scene left Grandma Fiona somewhat dumbfounded, unable to tell for a moment whether Ron was provoking her or genuinely couldn't distinguish between good and bad words.

Hmph. It's a good thing this guy wasn't born in my time; if he had become one of my subordinates...
The arrogant senior thought to himself from the bottom of his heart, while his figure floated in mid-air, his fingers forming a seal that scattered a patch of starlight.

The starlight was like a series of tranquil rays of light. Although it appeared to be an intangible substance, when it shone on the white-robed archbishops, it made them feel an immense pressure.

The white-robed bishop, who was about to surround Ron and rely on their tacit cooperation, suddenly froze. His physical strength was forcibly suppressed, and his speed was reduced by a third.

"Damn it! How could I let you pass!"

Suddenly, one of the white-robed archbishops, who had transformed into a little girl, roared, and his body disintegrated into a figure composed of holy light.

This is a divine art unique to the Holy See; it is a sacred incarnation bestowed by the Holy Light!

They link their actions to the concept of justice and receive divine blessings through daily ascetic practices.

The divine incarnation can not only remove most of the negative effects, but also avoid fatal damage. Furthermore, as long as "justice" does not perish in this state, the caster will not truly die.

The only drawback is that it only lasts for five seconds, and not everyone can do it; it's one of the most powerful trump cards.

The figure, transformed into light, broke free from the influence of the starlight and the evil curse that turned her into a little girl.
He hovered in mid-air, feeling the divine arts within him that had been rendered useless by the curse return to him, and solemnly declared:

"You have trespassed into the Vatican and attacked and murdered the appointed white-robed bishop. You are guilty!"

"Those who use malicious words to hurt others are guilty!"

"Those who blaspheme the Holy Light are guilty!"

The repeated "guilty" sounds righteous and upright, but upon closer listening, it actually carries a hint of grievance.

"What is this?"

Chains of holy light emerged from the void, spinning and entangling Ron amidst illusory rustling sounds.

He kicked the little girl blocking his way to the exit, then flicked his wrist, attempting to use his swordsmanship to sever the chains of order.
However, this chain is not a product of the real world, and a simple physical strike has no effect. There is no real sense of collision when the sword passes by, as if it has struck a phantom.

"It's no use, just obediently prepare to die!"

Seeing that Ron had quickly broken free from the entanglement of his six colleagues and was trying to avoid the restrictions he had set for himself, the light and shadow in mid-air couldn't help but kindly remind him.

At the same time, he didn't let this great opportunity slip by. He pressed his hands together to cast divine spells, quickly setting up restrictive and weakening spells along Ron's path.

But soon, she was stopped by her pink-haired grandmother.

The white-robed archbishops are ultimately the high-end fighting force of the Vatican.

If it were a one-on-one fight, Ron was confident he would have the upper hand, but the seven of them coming at him at once put immense pressure on this lowly fourth-tier mage.

A blinding white sword light flashed repeatedly, instantly piercing through the blonde loli's shield and leaving a gruesome wound on her shoulder.

Flesh and blood gushed out; a single sword strike crippled the arm of a white-robed archbishop.

In just over ten seconds of fighting, all seven white-robed archbishops were injured, while Ron was unharmed.

But it was all worth it!
Because with their combined efforts, Ron, who had stepped into the trap, had no way to escape.

The golden chains of order transformed into a vast net, completely encircling it from all sides.

At that moment, they all seemed to imagine the scene of the blond boy being judged for his crimes and unable to resist.

After all, the principle behind this divine art is that the greater the crime committed, the greater the damage and weakening one will suffer.

Based on Ron's behavior, even if he doesn't suffer the punishment of death, he will probably be severely injured!
it's all over!
Upon seeing this, Fiona, who was floating in mid-air and entangled with the three white-robed bishops, frequently glanced at Ron.

To be honest, as a legendary figure, it would be difficult for her to deal with these white bishops, but it wasn't impossible, especially since they had been weakened to such an extent.

But if that happens, she will fall into a deep sleep and be unable to provide the necessary assistance when facing Cyrus VII.

Therefore, before making a move, Ron and Fiona agreed that she should only restrict and restrain, preserving most of her power.

But now.
Fiona couldn't help but feel worried, but Ron didn't give her any hints to make a move, so she could only wait and see.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the hall turned to Ron.

However, the blond boy remained calm and composed in the face of the powerful divine magic that was about to be unleashed.

He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and began to fully activate the "Holy Light Meditation Technique".

The holy light elements surrounding him seemed to sense something and suddenly became active. At the same time, the chains that had condemned him to guilt also seemed to sense something.
The holy light elements contained within it couldn't help but peek out. They frowned and scrutinized the person before them, feeling as if they had heard of him from other holy light elements.

"So it's you! We're brothers, I know you would never do anything bad!"—Ron seemed to hear the Holy Light Element say this.

At a distance of 0.01 millimeters from Ron, the chains that symbolized justice and judged evil suddenly stopped.

"This is impossible!"

The white-robed archbishop, who had transformed back into human form, was furious, but before he could take any further action, he suddenly saw the chains of order that covered the entire hall twist again, and then quickly rolled back to bind him.

An endless burst of light erupted, and his body instantly turned to ashes, leaving only endless illusory specks of light drifting into the sky.

"This is impossible!"

Darkness, it’s so dark!

That guy is absolutely blaspheming! He actually used such a dark trick as using back channels!
Heavily sinful!

Heavily sinful!

The other six white-robed archbishops stared at the scene in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time.

Another colleague has died, and it's only been five minutes.

However, compared to the deaths of their colleagues, Ron's collusion with the Holy Light elementals seemed to have dealt them a greater blow.
Even the white bishop couldn't bear the huge psychological shock and staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This must be a backlash. I almost forgot that the junior has something special about him. He has an extremely high status and a unique attribute. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to go back in time and bring me back.
So, judging those in high positions only backfires and kills you?
Fiona, floating in mid-air, nodded to herself, seemingly quite satisfied with her own guess.

"You actually killed Boss Hal!"

We'll make you pay with your life!

The sorrowful voice concealed an unyielding hatred and rage, and the remaining six white-robed bishops looked at Ron with unusual ferocity.

If looks could kill, he would have died thousands of times over.

Seeing that another big battle was about to break out, Ron's lips twitched.

"Ms. Fiona, help me control them, and finish this quickly!"

"Hmph, junior, in the end you'll have to rely on me."

The arrogant senior floating in mid-air hummed, then lightly tapped his slender, fair fingers in the void, spreading out specks of starlight.

The starlight gathered, converged, and compressed, finally transforming into a black sphere that gave people an incomparably heavy feeling at a certain critical point.

An endless tearing force spread from within the hall, and even the light could not escape it.

Why are they even able to create a black hole? Is this even scientifically possible?!
Also, use your strength sparingly; Cyrus VII hasn't solved it.
Upon seeing this, Ron's eyelids twitched wildly; he had finally witnessed the prowess of his senior.

He moved his body and, finding that he was no longer being pulled by that terrifying gravity, took a step and rushed toward the six white-robed archbishops who were struggling to support themselves.

The white-robed archbishops are formidable opponents; even Ron has to be cautious when dealing with them.
However, everything is relative. In the face of a true legendary powerhouse, they are ultimately not quite qualified.

A series of swift sword lights flashed in succession, instantly piercing through the white-robed archbishop's shield of light.

Its incredibly powerful attack capabilities are worthy of a god-like swordsmanship.
The white-robed archbishop seemed to want to dodge Ron's next strike, but the deep, heavy black hole in mid-air tore his robes to shreds, making it impossible for him to even stand firm.

As for using divine magic to launch a counterattack or defense, the white-robed archbishop had already begun doing so. However, the moment his arm transformed into light and lost its substantial physical form, it was inevitably torn into the black hole by the immense gravitational pull.

A legendary powerhouse, radiating the beauty of numerical values ​​from head to toe.

In a flash, the sword light disappeared, and Ron slashed diagonally vertically, ending the life of the unknown white-robed bishop.

"No, Nash!!!"

The death of yet another colleague filled the remaining five bishops with immense despair and sorrow.

They wanted to struggle, to fight desperately, but weakened by two factors, they had already exhausted all their strength fighting against the tearing of the black hole, and had no extra power to contend with Ron, who was of the same level.

The chilling sword light was like a scythe reaping lives, easily taking one life after another.

Rumbling--

Under the immense gravitational pull, the floor of the main hall has sunk nearly 30 meters deep, but miraculously, the entire Sky Garden seems to have been reinforced by a mysterious force and has not been eroded by the power of the black hole.

"No, Mir, Eve, Jay, Nerva!!!"

Finally, thanks to Ron's efforts, only one of the nine white-robed bishops remained.

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the Vatican, but at this critical juncture, no one seemed to be considering the implications.

The blond boy's blue eyes were deep and focused. His longsword, woven from silver and black, was surging with golden magic. Just as he was about to solve the final obstacle as before, he suddenly noticed that the black hole's gravity was gradually weakening.

"careful!"

Just then, Grandma Fiona's voice rang out from mid-air.

Without hesitation, Ron retreated rapidly.

He had just dodged to within thirty meters when a long spear with wing-like appendages pierced through several floors and landed squarely on the ground.

boom--

A heavy, scorching light erupted, seemingly capable of melting everything, and Ron was thrown into the air without any resistance.

The crater, nearly thirty meters deep, torn apart by the black hole, has vanished of its soil and rocks, leaving only clusters of crystals formed from the high-temperature melting and cooling.

"It's Cyrus VII!"

Grandma Fiona's body reappeared, and she looked up at the hall as if she could see the Pope holding the scepter through layers of barriers.

Compared to before, her body was mostly transparent, and her face showed undisguised exhaustion, clearly indicating that the powerful magic she had just used had taken a toll on her.

Cyrus VII?
Upon hearing the name, Ron, who had gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but shake his golden-haired head.

It seems that the Pope, besides dealing with Elena and her group, was also secretly observing the situation here.

Seeing that his men were about to be defeated, he directly intervened to stop Ron.

"Ha ha ha ha"

"You're finished! His Holiness the Pope has noticed you. You're all going to die!!!"

"No, I'll skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and transform you into a tool to satisfy the desires of believers!"

A hoarse, slightly insane voice came from the other side of the hall.

Then, the only surviving archbishop in white slowly rose to her feet. She had a distinctive hooked nose and looked like Gargamel.

is her?

Ron instinctively held his longsword horizontally in front of him, while secretly guarding against a possible sneak attack from Cyrus VII.

To be honest, he actually hoped the other party would do that, because it would involve the other party's past experiences and make it impossible to fully deal with the struggle against the witch.

However, to Ron's surprise, the anticipated sneak attack did not occur, and the entire hall fell silent instead.

In this extreme silence, tiny golden rays of light pierced through the dome and slowly drifted down, gradually gathering around the white-robed Archbishop Gargamel.

Ron had seen these specks before; whenever he dealt with a white bishop, similar things would emanate from those bishops.

Upon seeing this, Grandma Fiona frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and then seemed to realize something, her expression changing from calm to panic.

"Quickly, stop her!"

Before she finished speaking, an aura far exceeding that of a fifth-tier bishop erupted from Gargamel.

Magic gathered around her, rapidly elevating her life level.

legend!

My teammate sacrificed himself to grant boundless power, how come there's a second phase?!
Ron mentally grumbled to himself as he tried to ease the tension, while glancing at Fiona, who had already calmed down.

Seeing this, the arrogant senior explained in a deep voice:

“We were all wrong. The Holy Light God Lord may not have chosen to prolong his life like the Enlightenment God Lord, but instead transformed himself into something similar to the Temple.”

"He established a strict underlying logic: as long as the conditions are met, one may receive divine power to transform or be blessed, thereby enhancing one's strength."

"As Pope, Cyrus VII is inevitably the only person bound to the throne; in other words, he can influence the amount of blessing bestowed through certain means."

"This has always been his goal; he doesn't want to be a 'puppet' of the 'temple,' but wants to become the master."

"Judging from the current situation, he seems to be able to exert a significant influence on the 'Temple,' which is troublesome!"

Although Fiona's words were very concise, Ron understood them instantly.

"This is just too unreasonable!?"

The blond boy muttered something, clearly feeling resentful.

"The reason why taboo truth is truth is because it is unreasonable!"

"Then what should we do?"

"run!"

Experienced predecessors provided the answer.

As soon as Fiona finished speaking, an extremely imposing gaze fell on Ron's face.

He has endured far too much pressure that someone his age shouldn't have to bear.

"Haha, this is the power of the God Lord! I've become a legend!"

An excited voice rang out as Bishop Gargamel floated in mid-air.

She first gave Ron a few casual glances, then smiled playfully:
"It's a pity you didn't kill me. Actually, my greatest wish is to be recorded in the Holy Bible, preferably with a chapter written just for me."

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression became extremely strange.

"But unfortunately, you've already missed your chance!"

As soon as Bishop Gargamel finished speaking, he appeared beside Ron.

A giant sword composed of pure light suddenly appeared in her hand.
A flash of golden sword light slashed down toward Ron's head.

But at this critical moment, a fist suddenly appeared in the abdomen of Bishop Gargamel.

boom--

Amidst the deafening roar, Ron felt as if all the air in the entire hall had been sucked out, while Bishop Gargamel, who had just become a "legend," was sent flying backward.

His entire upper body was pierced by a powerful force, and he rolled dozens of meters on the ground like a wild dog before finally being embedded in the wall with a "boom," his fate unknown.

"Hey, Ron, I'm not late, am I?"

"President!"

Ron's eyes lit up, and he felt a long-lost sense of security return to him.

Even legends have their differences!

(End of this chapter)