I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 267 Ron is the Kindest (Part 2)

A series of cold lights flashed within Port No. 3.

Countless pieces of metal cargo piled up at the dock were cut into pieces and scattered on the ground with a clatter.

A pure, holy light surrounded them, accompanied by the sound of several gunshots.

One after another, holy light bullets, as if just pulled from hot water, were fired at Ron's sides.

The intense heat instantly purified the scattered debris on the ground, dissolving everything visible and anything sinister.
The perceived temperature has risen sharply, making it feel like the height of summer amidst the cooler temperatures of December.

This should be resolved now, right?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ron suddenly caught a glimpse of a rotting green light out of the corner of his eye.

He looked up instinctively, only to instantly lose sight of what was happening.

not good!

Ron sensed something was wrong and immediately rolled over to avoid it, based on his memory of the direction.

A foul stench and a rotting green light brushed past the edges of his face, landing on the alloy armor of the Virkri and instantly corroding a large hole in it.

"Hehehe"

Upon seeing this, the black figure that had been lurking in the corner of Ron's eye couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

The unknowable nature of the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions is something no one can break.

Even the federal government's top-of-the-line testing equipment was helpless.

How could a native from a backward place possibly crack it?

As one of the four leaders of the Rebellion, Roland Rost has been wanted by the Union for so many years, all thanks to this one unique skill.

"The Lord is watching over you; His divine radiance covers all things; He is all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-powerful."

"Give up, it's all in vain. Just tell me where you hid His divine body, and I'll spare your life!"

As expected, this guy came for Mr. Cross-eyed!

Ron suddenly realized and confirmed his suspicions.

In that case, it's not surprising that the other party knows of his existence.

As one of the most handsome young men in the Kingdom of Oran, Ron would never betray his friends.

"Huh? What will happen if I don't tell you?"

Keeping his eyes on the subject out of the corner of his eye, Ron asked tentatively.

"Then you shall die! I will tear you into four pieces and bite off your penis to offer as a sacrifice to the Primordial Lord!"

Hey, your founder has some really weird tastes!?

Ron was greatly alarmed and quickly asked in return:

"What if I obediently tell everything?"

"Hehehe, scared? You'll die anyway, but I'll make sure you die a quick death."

I'll die if I don't say anything, and I'll die if I do say anything. Who taught you to try to persuade me to surrender like this, you bastard?

As a professional cult member, Ron mentally gave the cult members opposite him a bad review.

Sure enough, only those in the same industry harbor such naked hatred. Do they think they have victory in their grasp?
Ron didn't take the sudden enemy seriously at all.

Of course, it's not something to be taken seriously in the literal sense.

This isn't just because Ron is already at the limits of human strength that he's terrifyingly strong.
Rather, it's because the enemy's mechanics or strange magical abilities are too bizarre, always lurking in the corner of the eye, and can only be seen in the corner of the eye when focused and looking straight ahead.
As a result, Ron was unable to properly lock onto the target.

In just a few seconds,

Ron tried to forcefully lock onto the enemy using his mental powers.

Shake your head rapidly without blinking.
They even looked towards the sea behind them.

But to no avail at all.

Unable to lock onto a target means that most of his magic is useless, and even his shapeshifting spell requires the enemy to be within ten meters.

Human strength has its limits!

At that moment, Ron realized this very clearly.

However, this also shows that to break this situation, we must use some methods that transcend human capabilities.

"Vellex, I have a plan!"

Ron spoke righteously and eloquently from afar.

"what's the plan?"

Verex, maintaining a safe distance, asked in surprise, secretly thinking to himself:

The enemy must be a high-ranking member of the resistance, and their strength is definitely not weak. What could they possibly do to come and discuss things with me?
The best approach is to notify others and find companions, rather than going it alone.

Velex acknowledged Ron's strength, but in the Federation's deeply ingrained traditional thinking, collaboration among multiple people was often far more efficient than the strength of an individual.

But just then, he suddenly heard Ron ask:

"Um, Verex, do you have any money?"

money?
After thinking about it, although the Moonshadow family had declined, leaving only him and Vivian, they still had real estate on federal land and a moderate amount of savings.

Verex immediately straightened his chest slightly and nodded.

"The Moon Shadow family has a considerable amount of savings."

Upon hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but admire the Verex brothers as truly generous vampires.

Don't worry, from now on the Moon Shadow Clan is my family, and your sister is my sister!

Thoughts raced through his mind. Ron, who would never compromise with evil, deftly twirled his sword and simultaneously unleashed the spell he knew best.

Holy swordsmanship!
The light in his palm flowed rapidly and spread to the sword; the silver and black longsword had been honed many times.
They had even begun to get used to and enjoy Ron's spellcasting process.

Gradually, the pure holy light dissipated, leaving a rectangular black box in Ron's palm.

What is that? It looks a lot like a fission bomb launch button.

Seeing this, Verex suddenly sensed something was wrong and was about to stop Ron from firing when...
But the fanatical young man had already lifted the lid and pressed the red button.

I told you to hide?

Blow up the entire dock, then let's see where you can hide!

Missile bombardment was the most efficient and least likely way for the enemy to escape that Ron came up with.

In an instant, the sky brightened.

Something terrifying seemed to be lurking within the thick clouds in the sky.

As the golden magic within Ron surged wildly, dozens of flashes of light pierced through the clouds.

The missile's slender body gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, its cone-shaped warhead resembling a drawn sword.

It headed straight for the dock from its elevated position in an unpredictable manner, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

This scene resembled a large battlefield where the fighting had reached a fierce climax.

Both sides have revealed all their cards and are willing to destroy the enemy at all costs.

Sixteen missiles swayed in the air, flashing past Verex's eyes.
It was completely unexpected that Ron in the Kingdom of Oran would have such a trump card.

The missile was launched from the sky. Could it be that the Kingdom of Oran has followed them with a floating city?

While he was deeply shocked, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wait, don't shoot randomly in the city, you'll have to pay a lot of money!
Damaging public facilities is one thing, but if you damage flowers and plants and injure innocent pedestrians, you could end up bankrupt!

Dozens of missiles, gleaming with golden light, resembled dazzling meteors, and the magical fluctuations they emitted attracted the attention of all races within Gear City.

Harrison, with his dark green skin, beard, and braids, was one of them.

He had received news of the mission's return three minutes earlier, so he immediately set off without stopping, intending to make contact as soon as possible.

However, the road to the dock collapsed for some reason, leaving Harrison stuck there and unable to move forward.

"My God!"

"That is, that is"

Harrison saw it clearly: a full sixteen missiles were launched from high altitude, emanating a solid and terrifying magical aura.

Look at that perfectly integrated bullet body; it showcases unparalleled high-end technology.
Look at that beautiful golden tail flame, it's as if a high and mighty god is descending to judge.

After just one glance, Harrison felt a sharp pain in his brain and his whole body felt as if it were being burned by flames.

Of course, what excited Harrison was not just the sixteen missiles, but the complete system of launching sixteen missiles from an unobservable high altitude.

This is definitely ancient technology left behind by Chris!
This is absolutely a terrifying weapon capable of destroying a "legend"!
"Quick, let's get to the dock. We can't let the other councilors get there first."

Harrison shoved open the car door, jumping up and down and yelling at the driver and bodyguard. He was determined to snatch the technology from the guest before anyone else could!
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"grass!"

Faced with this all-encompassing, relentless attack, Roland Rost of the resistance admitted that he had spoken a little too loudly.

The shadows around him suddenly thickened, darting about on the containers at the dock in an unobservable manner.

You will die, you will definitely die!
Even from nearly a hundred meters away, he could sense the high-level holy light elements contained within each missile.

Boom boom boom——

But at that moment, a powerful, all-encompassing wind instantly ripped his body away.
Under the terrifying heat and continuous purifying power, the black shadow enveloping the body was instantly burned to ashes.

Even the steel alloys on the dock were melted down bit by bit.

The entire dock was instantly covered in golden flames.

That's way too powerful!
Roland Rost was utterly horrified.
He wanted to escape, but sadly discovered that there was no way to escape.

If you rashly come into contact with those blazing, high-temperature holy flames, you will surely be burned to ashes.

"finally found you!"

Just then, Roland Rost suddenly heard Ron's soft laughter coming from within the blazing holy flames.

He turned around abruptly and suddenly saw a young man dressed in white with a gold belt around his waist, carefully examining him.

"Um, is it possible to reconcile?"

Upon hearing this, Ron smiled slightly.

"Of course, as long as you tell me all the information about the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Ten Thousand Visions, I can let you go."

"If you behave well, I can give you a large sum of money."

This is what a proper cultist does when trying to persuade someone to surrender.

Their main tactic is to use sweet words and promises to lure people into becoming the kind of people they despise.

"me"

To be honest, hearing Ron's sincere and seemingly genuine words gave Roland Rost an urge to turn over a new leaf and start anew.

However, the thought had barely crossed his mind before his body hadn't even had a chance to react.

Suddenly, the person froze in place, and then countless cracks appeared on their body.

ka ka ka-

"For the sake of the First Lord!"

Amidst a terrifying cracking sound, Roland Rost roared wildly, and then his flesh exploded, splitting into countless small pieces of varying sizes that flew in all directions.

Ron's heart tightened, and he immediately hid in the golden flames, simultaneously releasing his magic power to drastically increase the speed at which the holy flames burned.

It burned countless pieces of flesh and blood of varying sizes, leaving not a trace of ash.

Seeing this, Ron was filled with grief.

I killed him...

The blond boy sniffed, observed a quarter of a second of silence, quickly composed himself, and snapped his fingers.

The blazing golden flames slowly died down, the temperature dropped rapidly, and a clean and tidy dock appeared before everyone's eyes.

In just half a minute, the huge dock was almost burned to the ground.

How much money will we have to pay in compensation?!

Verex was shocked.

Vivian, who was hiding behind Olivia on the bow of the ship, also stared wide-eyed at Olivia.

Unlike her brother's shrewd calculations, she was preoccupied with how many years Ron would have to serve in prison for destroying so many public facilities.

Thinking of this, Vivian glanced at Ron standing at the port and began to wonder if minors would be held accountable for committing crimes.

"Lord Ron, is this... is this your solution?"

Verex's lips twitched.

"if not?"

Ron asked in surprise, then stepped forward and patted Verex on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, we're doing a good deed of punishing evil and upholding justice, and you don't think I can't afford to pay for it, do you?"

"Don't worry, I'll return it to you once the trade route is connected."

No, it's not about money.

Such a large-scale commotion will inevitably have diplomatic and political implications, and may even put them at a disadvantage in subsequent negotiations...

Verex was still calculating in his mind, worried that Ron, who had secretly formed an alliance, would be in a bad situation.

Just then, a slightly high-pitched sound suddenly came from outside the dock.

"Hey, is anyone still inside the dock?"

With a soft rustling of footsteps, Harrison's short figure suddenly appeared.

The goblin first scanned the area, and when it saw Verex and the unfamiliar Ron, a glint of light appeared in its eyes.

"Vellex, you're finally back!"

He rushed over and greeted them warmly, then casually glanced at Ron.

"Who is this……"

Verex's eyes were unreadable, and he sighed inwardly:

“Ron Griffith is an envoy from a distant kingdom to the Federation.”

"Oh, so you're an envoy!"

"It is a shame to be away from home and welcome you."

The short goblin suddenly realized what was happening, and then looked at Ron, his enthusiasm instantly turning into seriousness.

"Lord Ron Griffiths, there was an explosion here just now. Do you know the specific cause?"

“If any of this is related to you, you must accept a federal investigation, otherwise it will be considered a provocation against the federal government.”

Sure enough, it came!

Verex felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew all too well what kind of style those damn federal congressmen were.

They are all incredibly shameless, and goblins are especially repulsive among them.

Based on the situation on the ground, Verex could even guess what Harrison would do next.

He will definitely fake being injured to extort an exorbitant amount of compensation...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Harrison's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it, I'm going to make sure the federal government investigates and finds out where the explosion came from."

"Attacking a federal congressman without cause is a serious crime!"

After the goblin finished speaking, he narrowed his green eyelids slightly as he looked at Ron, and then arrogantly said:
"Lord Griffith, are you aware of the specifics?"

"Of course, deliberately concealing the truth is also a serious crime within the Federation."

Hearing this, Verex felt a chill run down his spine, worried that Ron would fall into Harrison's trap.

This damn guy!
The goblin's words had only one implication.

That is to induce Ron to say whether he knows or doesn't know.

Once you answer, whether you admit it or not, you'll fall into their trap.

If you say you know, the truth will be revealed, putting you in a very unfavorable position.

If Harrison said he didn't know, he would definitely make Ron provide evidence that he didn't know.

Ron glanced at Harrison and the bodyguards who followed closely behind, and then a large group of police officers. His face suddenly turned pale.
He didn't expect that someone would be injured at the scene.

A radiant light immediately appeared in Ron's palm. He forcefully pressed Harrison's shoulder down and flashed a pair of small white teeth at the goblin.

"Don't worry, I'll heal your injuries right away."

"I know the Holy Light Healing spell."

Damn it, how can there be such a kind person as me in this world?
(End of this chapter)