I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 264 Ancient Secrets (Part 2)

As the firstborn son of the Kingdom of Oran, Ron's ruthlessness was the kind that most creatures could not accept.

The colossal dragon, thousands of meters long, resembled an island, lying painfully on the sea surface with its rear end sticking out, accompanied by slight tremors.

That is the divinity that comes from "power".

@￥%&@At the critical moment, the king bestowed the authority of power upon py!

"What a powerful force!"

Ron gasped in shock, his heart filled with horror, but then he couldn't help but feel relieved, saying, "Luckily, I aimed for a vulnerable spot. If I had stuck it directly into the body, I'm afraid..."

What weird things are you saying, kid?
Olivia, whose uniform was slightly damaged as she fell from the sky, stumbled and turned to glare fiercely at Elena.

It's all because of this vile woman. Look what she's done to these minors!
Miss Witch blinked, looking completely innocent.

Some people are born abnormal, and even she is far inferior to such a genius.

"Ron, are you sure you can kill it?"

Upon hearing the president's question, Ron's face immediately turned solemn.

Men can’t say no!
"President, its behavior just now likely indicates that it has seen Ms. Fiona, so I'd like to ask about it."

He said seriously.

The power of the gods is beyond doubt.

Logically speaking, the Great King should have been instantly burned to ashes to be befit the power of divine authority.

But Ron, who respected the elderly and cared for the young, had to use the tip of his sword to threaten the dragon's most vulnerable spot in order to politely inquire about Fiona's remains.

Upon hearing this, Olivia nodded slightly, and with a "click," her slender fingers deactivated the "intelligence-lowering" aura.

The next second, the bewildered and pained dragon's eyes regained their savage and ferocious emotions, and it let out a complex and incomprehensible roar.

When it saw Ron arrive, its eyes immediately flashed with hatred. However, that gaze was not only fixed on Ron, but also on Fiona behind it.

"Dare to offend the dignity of a dragon? Prepare to die!"

"I won't say anything!"

Huh? Not only do you not beg for mercy, but you're also quite tough. But whether you say it or not is not up to you~
Upon hearing this, Ron gave a polite smile and gently shook the papal scepter in his hand.

The nearly 100-meter-long, radiant sword crashed down.

puff-

In an instant, blood gushed forth, staining the sea and glaciers red, displaying a sunset-red splendor in the clear night.

"Ow!!!"

It raised its tail high, its eyes rolled back in pain, drool dripped from its mouth, and it hurriedly begged for mercy:
"Stop, stop!"

"I say, I say, I say anything!"

Why didn't you do this earlier?

Ron inwardly scoffed, then pointed to Grandma Fiona, who had long, light pink hair, and said:
"do you know her?"

The dragon nodded obediently, then shook its head.

"I have seen her. 1163 years ago, she got lost at sea and found Dragon Island."

Really?
Grandma, I'm so unlucky! I just got lost and ran into a dragon?

Fiona cried out in her heart, never expecting that her incredibly legendary life would end so hastily.

Besides, I, Grandma, am naturally beautiful, and even that brat Hainlet couldn't avoid it, let alone that lewd dragon who deserves to die!!!

"What have you done to your grandma!?"

Where is my body buried?

In the eyes of the arrogant senior, even in his prime, he would probably only be able to flee in defeat when facing this dragon.

Although it's embarrassing to say this, being truthful is a fine virtue for an excellent mage.

"A corpse? What corpse?"

"You came to my door, wiped out most of my men on the island, and stole half of my treasure. What are you pretending to be innocent for?!"

The enormous dragon became increasingly distressed as it spoke; even though it hadn't shed a tear when a miracle had penetrated its genitals, the mention of this incident carried a hint of sorrow.

It was the same back then; no one could break through the ancient scales' defenses, even when it tried its best. But as the dragon aged, some parts of it would easily fall off.

During the battle, the opponent found an opportunity and shoved in a series of heavy, twisted black holes.

Where did these guys come from? They're all such freaks!
"I see."

Ron suddenly realized what was going on, and a sense of excitement welled up inside him.

The fact that Fiona was able to defeat the dragon indicates that she must have already progressed far enough in the demigod realm before setting sail. And it's highly likely that someone of that level of strength would have survived until now without making any rash decisions.

what?
Am I really that amazing?

The semi-transparent senior suddenly fell into deep thought. A fraction of a second later, she proudly raised her chin and regained her former confidence.

He then glanced at Ron, Olivia, Elena, and the other younger members, and snorted:

"Hey, don't be discouraged. Although you're not as good as your grandma was back then, you're still pretty impressive among your peers."

"But you must not slack off."

"Especially you, junior!"

She floated in front of Ron and said:
"At such a young age, you're not learning anything good, but instead engaging in all sorts of crooked and evil magic. You should improve your cultivation level as soon as possible to become an outstanding mage in our Mage Association!"

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Hey, why are you getting all out of breath after I just gave you a compliment!

The blond boy was speechless for a moment, still finding Fiona, who had previously shown signs of being a weakling, more pleasing to the eye.

He sighed inwardly, ignoring the arrogant senior who had floated up to the president and witch and was boasting incessantly, and continued to ask:
Do you know which continent she went to?

"No, all I know is that she went southwest, and she kept muttering that she was going to save the world and that I should call her grandma. She was like a lunatic."

The dragon's voice subtly revealed disdain.

"Hey, who are you calling a lunatic?"

"If you're so capable, have a go at me, Grandma!"

Fiona, who was bragging to herself, immediately became unhappy.

She rolled up her sleeves and was about to move forward, but Olivia grabbed her arm.

"Senior, it's not that bad, it's not that bad."

“Yes, yes,” Elena chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Fiona immediately stopped and gave a soft snort.

"It's only because you guys advised me that I've been able to beat this dragon to a pulp by now. Anyone else would have done it."

真是够了
For some reason, Ron felt a wave of exhaustion upon seeing this scene.

"Save the world, save the world"

Under what circumstances would you need to save the world?

The answer is, on the eve of the end of the world.

Since learning about Verex's family's hereditary disease and the apocalyptic vision he dreamed of,

Ron was very sensitive to this kind of information.

But go to the southwest to save the world.
The nautical charts that Verex had brought back came to mind.

The Federation's geographical location is in the west, which is roughly in the same direction.
Suppressing his doubts, Ron pondered for a while before asking again:
Do you know about the end of the world?

In his view, since this dragon possesses "ancient" divinity, its existence time must be untraceable.

And in the other person's memory, there might be some earth-shattering secrets.

"The end of the world? Are you kidding me?"

The dragon roared, "The end of the world is long gone. Those gods who existed at the beginning of creation are either dead or insane. Perhaps you are dead too, merely a puppet replaying history, and you are completely unaware of it all?"

You're the one who's crazy, aren't you?

If that's how it works, I might as well just go back and lie down.
Ron inwardly scoffed, unconvinced by those words.

However, aside from these crazy ramblings, the information revealed in the dragon's words is still quite interesting.

What is meant by a God who existed since the beginning of creation?

The historical gaps in this world are so severe that such events are not even recorded in the scriptures of the Holy See.

According to @￥%&@大王, the current rightful god doesn't seem to have existed from the very beginning.

The dragon shifted its position, sticking out its rear end, and roared:

"Of course, those were the things from the Golden Age, what a beautiful sight they were, and yet you human mages destroyed them with your own hands!"

“Yes, I remember now. Just like the female troll behind you, it was the same female troll that destroyed everything back then.”

"Hehehe, you all brought this on yourselves."

Master?

Did this profession have such a long history?
She appears to be a woman like the president.

Hmm, perhaps the gods of the Golden Age oppressed humanity too much, so some people rose up in rebellion?

Ron stroked his chin, recalling the "Dr. Trickster" and "Mr. Mad Hatter," who seemed to have survived from the Golden Age.

Don't let their appearance as two comedians in the underground seal fool you; they're actually full of wicked schemes.

This glimpse reveals that the gods of the past were not benevolent beings.

"Then who are you?"

Since you know so much, you must have quite a background, right?

The king of the bird-in-the-middle fell silent, then frowned, trying to search through the ancient and fragmented memories in his mind.

Suddenly, it seemed to remember something.

"I am, I am Donald Westor, one of the Ten Mystic Masters, I, I killed the dragon god, in the end."

"In the end, he took His place, but failed."

"I am human! I am one of the founders of the Mage Association! I don't know how I became like this! Let me go! Please let me go!"

"I am human! I am human!"

Donald Weston struggled fiercely, his massive body writhing restlessly, until finally the madness in his eyes faded, replaced by a more human touch.

So that’s it.
Hearing this, Ron felt a sense of unease, but he also understood why Fiona, a thousand years ago, had kept this dragon, which could threaten the Kingdom of Oran.

Hearing those words at the end must have made him feel somewhat reluctant.

"There is no conflict between us, please let me go."

Donald's tone carried a hint of pleading, which was heartbreaking to hear.

Ron pursed his lips, thought for a moment and then realized he had nothing to ask, and gently shook the papal scepter.

The greatsword embedded in the ancient dragon's body gradually dissipated.

But at that moment, the mad ferocity in Donald Weston's eyes reappeared, and he opened his jaws, ready to bite the blond boy in half.

boom--

A faint, indistinct explosion suddenly erupted from within the dragon's body.

"Sigh, why bother?"

With Ron's sigh, the divine power that had long since seeped into the dragon's body unleashed unimaginable brilliance and heat.

In an instant, an ancient demigod was burned to ashes, leaving not even a speck of ash.

At this moment, four abstract concepts emerged from the void.

Without a carrier, they drift and disperse in mid-air, gradually returning to abstract concepts.

Is this divinity?
Ron blinked, and the information representing concepts such as "ancient," "bloodline," "power," and "revelation" instantly flooded his mind.

"President, don't let these things get away!"

He shouted instinctively.

"coming!"

Olivia responded, and with a swift movement, she appeared above the "Power" and "Revelation" traits, grasping them in her hand.

However, she did not easily touch the remaining divine qualities.

"You can only choose what suits you, otherwise you'll run into big problems like this dragon."

She looked at the restless witch as if giving a warning or a reminder.

Will a big problem occur?

But is it really appropriate for you to try to improve both your brain and your body?

Ron repeated the Guild Master's words in his mind, and looking at the remaining two divine qualities that were gradually dissipating, he felt a pang of heartache for no reason.

But just then, he suddenly saw Elena, dressed in a white dress and wearing long white stockings, appear above the "ancient" divine qualities.

The alluring witch stretched out her finger, poking left and right, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

"Oh my, for some reason I feel like this person and I are a really good match~"

"However, this is, after all, the little guy's spoils of war. Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to take it without permission?"

Without asking Ron's opinion, she grasped the mysterious light that shone with a deep and obscure glow in her hand.

The next moment, the witch floated down like a dandelion seed and wrapped her arms around the blond boy's neck.

"Phew, I'm too tired now, can you carry me home?"

-

Ron drove his heavy truck at breakneck speed, covering an unknown distance. On the return journey, he drove carefully and it took him an hour to get back to the Federation fleet's location.

It was now dawn.

The sun rose as usual, as if the so-called doomsday was just a huge joke.

It made Ron feel a sense of unreality.

"You guys are finally back!"

At the Federation fleet, Verex rushed forward and grabbed Ron's hands.

As for being so excited?

Ron felt a sense of relief and regained that upright and honest feeling.

"What happened to you all? Why are you all covered in blood?"

However, upon seeing Verex's appearance, he pointed to the guards lying on the deck, receiving treatment from Mr. Sid.

"Well, after Ms. Olivia left, a giant dragon appeared out of nowhere. Fortunately, we still have some ammunition left to deal with it."

"Thanks to Ms. St. Elaine and Mr. Sid, they held back most of the dragons."

As he spoke, Verex sighed:

"Saint Elaine truly lives up to the reputation of the Vatican. Her selfless spirit is truly moving. Faced with the dragon's attack, she neither dodged nor evaded, but directly confronted it head-on."

"By the way, she was seriously injured and is receiving treatment in the ship's medical room."

"This"

Ron's lips twitched twice.

It's not about sacrificing oneself for others.

He knew the nun's abilities; dealing with a dragon attacking a fleet like this would be effortless for her.

(End of this chapter)