I'm really a serious wizard.

If even one member of this cult had refused the human flesh soup, Ron would at least have held them in higher regard.

Unfortunately, no matter how they disguised themselves or how lofty their ideals were, it was all for naught.

They have now become villains who use power ruthlessly, harming the innocent and even cannibalizing people.

"Come at me all at once, don't waste my time, you disgusting bugs."

"Insanity!"

Earlley roared in anger, never expecting Ron to be so ungrateful.

Ron ignored it, but his magic surged around him, forming a mysterious pentagram.

The next moment, dozens of heroic spirits composed of holy light emerged from the void.

Holy Light Summoning!
It's just a matter of having more people, as if I can't call in reinforcements.

These heroic spirits were all his buddies, including the knight father and son with whom he had the deepest friendship, and the Baron, of course.

The mere sight of the dragon formed from holy light terrified many cultists, causing them to riot.

Of course, this dragon was not some godforsaken creature; Ron, the only one with divine power, could not summon it.

The one he summoned was Lurmi, a blue dragon who was the king's right-hand man, a pure racist and a steel-fu enthusiast.

Roar! ! !
The massive blue dragon roared, seemingly unable to tolerate any evil after reforming itself. It flapped its radiant wings and lunged forward.

Rumbling--

Large sections of buildings with corrugated iron walls collapsed, instantly raising clouds of dust.

"Don't panic, everyone! This dragon is only at the fifth rank, and the strength of those heroic spirits varies greatly. Don't be intimidated by it!"

Earl shouted, stabilizing the cultists' near-collapse formation.

Seeing this, Ron frowned, his little face unexpectedly serious, like a high and mighty monarch, and waved his hand.

"Deal with them!"

The heroic spirits, composed of radiant light, were inspired by the summoner's resolute will.

With solemn expressions, they lined up according to their strength and rank, followed the dragon's flank, and charged into the rebel ranks.

Ten minutes had passed since the cult members drank the potent soup, yet none of them had died.

This only proves one point.

The remaining cultists were significantly stronger than the ones who had died, and some of them were even fourth or fifth-tier experts.

So what? Let's come together!
Ron Griffith has worked so hard for so many years, putting in countless efforts and sweat, all for the sake of giving it his all in a battle against a powerful enemy.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Ron touched the ground with his toes, his figure enveloped in powerful magic rapidly retreating to avoid the rotting rays that were sneaking in from hidden blind spots.

"Ha, is that all you've got?"

He smiled smugly, and the contempt in his words seemed genuine.

Earl's towering body seemed to have swelled up even more.

Faced with Ron's mockery, he simply clenched his fist, and his massive size vanished instantly.

He was like an unsolvable puzzle; until the answer was found, everything about Earlley was unknown.

Even if Ron's pupils could reflect the presence of the enemy, he could not truly see, hear, or smell them.

This is authority from the "Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions," and a blessing he received for becoming a legend.

Compared to Olivia's direct confrontation, Cyrus VII's divine judgment, and the witch's strange magic,

Earlley's abilities are even more unpredictable.

A withered branch staff appeared, and he circled behind Ron, pressing it against his back.

With just the slightest movement, this handsome young man would die a miserable death with his heart pierced!

The next moment, Earl suddenly twisted the withered branch staff.

clang--

With a crisp sound, Ron held his sword in his right hand, while a noble scepter made of fine gold appeared in his left palm at some unknown time.

With a flick of the staff's head, unparalleled physical strength instantly sent the withered branch staff flying.

Who isn't a pope at some point?!
Using the divine kingdom of the Holy Light God, Ron was like a poor student who had turned to the last page of his workbook; the answers that were previously unknowable became clear at a higher level.

Of course, his ability to react so quickly was also due to the information revealed by Mr. "Squint".

"you!!!"

Earl was horrified, unable to believe that Ron could see through his unobservable state.

A sharp sword light followed closely behind, instantly striking Earl, who was wide open.

However, the expected scene of gushing blood did not appear before my eyes.

At the critical moment, the towering Earlley instantly redefined himself.

His spatial position was redefined to be ten centimeters away.

Another blessing from the Lord of a Thousand Faces and Myriad Visions.

However, limited by itself, this definition cannot affect things outside of itself, nor can it define itself as absolutely powerful.

Because Earl does not possess divinity.

Ten centimeters is neither a long nor a short distance, but for some people, it may be a distance that makes them feel inferior for a lifetime.

But for Ron, ten centimeters was far too short.

click-

In the blink of an eye, with a crisp, metallic sound, the silver-white longsword in his hand suddenly changed its form, transforming into a menacing hand cannon with a rotating barrel.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Amidst a series of deafening roars, the holy light bullets, carrying intense heat, tore through Erli's body like a raging storm.

Blood blossoms bloomed, muffled groans echoed, and shields shattered one after another.

solved?
Ron's sharp blue eyes were fixed on Earl, who was lying on the ground in the distance.

Suddenly, his towering body trembled twice, and he stood up from the pool of blood without any hindrance.

"I really underestimated you. I thought that since this is underground in the City of Ten Thousand Capitals, I should restrain myself from making a big commotion, but I didn't expect this."

He removed the bullet, which was lodged in his skull and radiating high temperature and a purifying aura, and crushed it in his palm.

A legend is still a legend. Even if Earl's physique is not as extreme as the Guild Master's, it is still not something that Ron, who has just glimpsed the threshold of becoming a legend, can easily match.

He stared intently at Ron, as if he had made up his mind.

"Since you're an obstacle, don't blame me for dealing with you!"

In an instant, the metal base beneath Ron's feet vanished without a sound, and he stumbled, shifting his center of gravity in a flash.

But at that moment, Ron suddenly noticed that everything around him was gradually becoming transparent.

The tin house gradually became transparent, the bricks under his feet gradually became transparent, and even his clothes became transparent.

What is this now?!
Ron's lips twitched as he inexplicably sensed his power draining away; his magic was no longer surging, and his physique was no longer strong.

"You're a tough one to deal with; you've definitely got a secret up your sleeve."

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't need to exert myself at all. Even an army would instantly vanish into nothingness, forgotten by everyone, and even they themselves wouldn't remember themselves."

"What exactly is inside you that is so difficult to transform?"

A slightly hoarse, somewhat indistinct voice rang in Ron's ears, carrying a hint of madness.

"Ah! I see, you possess divinity, don't you?"

"You have divinity, don't you!?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Ron finally managed to pinpoint Earlley's location.

At this moment, he had transformed into a pool of shadow, from which countless eyes peered with malice, and he had lost most of the characteristics of a humanoid creature.

Instead of attempting to enter an unknowable state, he dodged and weaved through corners large and small with a speed even Ron could barely keep up with. Damn it, are they resorting to stat-based tactics when they can't beat the mechanics?
What kind of heroes are they!
Ron muttered to himself, his eyes quickly scanning the hidden blind spots.

But at this moment.

"give it to me!"

A shadowy arm nearly ten meters long lashed out at Ron's back.

"later!"

Hearing Grandma Fiona's reminder, Ron twisted his waist, swung his sword, and turned around sharply, skillfully parrying the sneak attack from the shadowy arm.

boom!
The next moment, the bricks and iron plates beneath the blond boy's feet suddenly caved in, as if they were about to succumb to the power of the shadowy arm.

Ron was the same; his hands gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly, his muscles ached all over, and even his joints made cracking noises.

"With such little strength, you dare to provoke us?"

"Die! You are no match for me!"

The voice that came from the shadows was full of certainty, and had absolute confidence in its own power.

"Heh, that's not necessarily true. Why don't you take a look at your men?"

Ron grinned, completely unfazed.

Upon hearing this, Earl, who was in the shadows, parted his gaze and saw the scene of the battlefield on the other side.

It was clear that most of the mainstay of the resistance had been killed or wounded.

Only two commanders remained, leading a dozen or so of the strongest warriors in a desperate struggle against the onslaught of the dragons and heroic spirits.

Those heroic spirits were fearless in the face of death and fought with exceptional ferocity.

Of course, this is not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing is that those heroic spirits can cast certain strange and bizarre magic.

He was shouting excitedly, "Holy Light Healing Spell," "Holy Sword Spell," and "Transformation Spell."

With these spells cast, the fact that those mainstays of the rebel army have been able to hold out until now is a testament to their exceptional qualities.

Are you trying to provoke me?

"you made it."

"I gave you a chance, but now you must die!"

Despite witnessing such a horrific scene, Earl did not lose his temper.

He understood perfectly that only by eliminating Ron, that slippery fellow, could the issue of those heroic spirits be resolved at its root.

But Earl couldn't understand why Ron wanted to provoke him; it would do no good and only hasten his death!

[You have killed five Tier 4 "Fallen Wizards" - Proficiency +450]

[The "Little Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill grants you 2 times the proficiency]

[Proficiency +900]

[Proficiency +900]

[Proficiency +900]

There was no time to read the barrage of messages; Ron immediately looked at his balance at the bottom.

[Remaining Proficiency: 9548]

We caught them all in one fell swoop! We really came to the right place this time!

Under normal circumstances, Ron really wouldn't know where to find more than sixty evil and powerful professionals.

Even if we put in the effort to find it, it would probably take several years.

It's nothing like the satisfying feeling of harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting people) right now!

At this moment, Ron's confidence soared, and he decided to no longer conceal his strength and unleash all his magical potential.

[Unlimited: Synchronization rate 16.3%↑]

[Remaining Proficiency: 48]

At this moment, Ron's aura gradually deepened.

His physique, strength, and magical power are currently doubling.
Their level of life was elevated and leaped forward in a very short period of time.

Even the Holy Light Meditation Technique demonstrated extraordinary effectiveness at this moment.

The element of holy light seemed to merge with Ron, as if breaking some shackles, and his spirit underwent a strange transformation.

My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror; everything I do is for justice.

Ron suddenly understood, his eyes clearing and his mind becoming transparent.
The magic power within the body was compressed and gradually condensed into a higher level of golden energy.

Although it looks like a holy light element, it is completely different from a holy light element.

This uplifting pleasure made Ron feel as if he were in warm water, in his mother's arms.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end just as he was about to cross that boundary.

No!
Ron's lips twitched, just like the fallen pilot, as if seven large words appeared before his eyes.

Insufficient balance, please top up.

Forget it, now is not the time to worry about these things.

Ron's eyes were sharp; he neither flinched nor dodged the black arm that lashed out again.

He mobilized the golden magic power that had been partially converted within his body and unleashed a sword strike in an instant.

Holy swordsmanship!
A full moon-shaped slash, accompanied by incredibly powerful magic, sliced ​​through the ground, steel plates, and air.

Like a hot knife through butter, it instantly sliced ​​Earl's long black arm into several pieces.

"This is impossible!"

The astonished voices were filled with disbelief that shattered their worldview.

This guy has actually undergone a tremendous evolution in his life form in a very short period of time.

Is this something that living organisms can do?
In order to break through that boundary and adapt to the powerful blessing of the Primordial Lord, he underwent countless modifications to his body and twisted and reshaped his mind.

It took decades to barely adapt to the blessing that exceeded the limits of biology.

But this guy in front of me actually walked the distance that I hadn't been able to walk in more than ten years in just one second!
"You must die!"

Earlley discovered that he had never hated a person so much.

"Ron, what are you doing?"

"Tell Grandma honestly, were you hiding your true strength before you met me?"

"The reason for advancing one level every two weeks is for pranks."

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

These young people these days are all such beasts!
Grandma Fiona was filled with mixed feelings; Ron's existence constantly challenged her values.

Whenever she thought that this was Ron's limit, he would soon slap his own conclusions in her face.

What can Ron say about this?

He could only scratch his head, then touched his nose instead, and said modestly with a smile:
"A fluke, a fluke."

What a load of rubbish!
Fiona cursed inwardly, dejectedly burrowing into the depths of the cat paw bracelet, deciding never to be friends with Ron again.

Hey, do you have to be so stingy?

If one day you find out that I have attained divinity, you'll probably be terrified on the spot.
Ron felt helpless, but he had to pull himself together and look towards Earl, who was no longer trying to hide from a sneak attack.

Now, the balance between offense and defense has shifted.

Although there is still a gap between him and his opponent, compared to a well-rounded fighter like Ron, Earl's specialization is his biggest weakness.

Needless to say.

"Holy Light Healing Spell!" (End of Chapter)