Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"wait?"

Upon hearing his answer, Ryan was taken aback for a moment, then asked somewhat bewilderedly.

Ron ignored the other party's reaction, still expressionless as he stared at the two people facing off on the distant battlefield, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

The young man wanted to ask more questions, but before he could speak, the voice of the person opposite His Majesty the King came from across the room:

"Your Majesty Fidina, does it matter who I am? What you should be thinking about most right now is how to survive."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, streaks of red blood light shot out from behind him.

Like sharp swords piercing the night, they flew towards His Majesty the King.

Seeing this, Fidina narrowed his eyes and flew upwards, trying to dodge the attack.

The idea was nice, but reality was harsh.

Those streaks of blood-red arrows seemed to have eyes; no matter how he dodged, they always followed him.

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, he abandoned the idea and roared:

"confusion!"

As soon as the two words were uttered, Ron and his companion, who were watching from a distance, saw the blood-red arrows behind him suddenly lose their target, darting around in the air before gradually dissipating.

"Hehe, as expected of the Rose Duke of Sequence Three, this ability is really interesting."

The opponent could only see that his attack had failed, but he was not annoyed. He even made a series of clicking sounds, seemingly very curious about the king's abilities.

Fidina knew she couldn't keep going like this. Otherwise, once her spiritual energy was depleted, not only would she not be able to advance to Sequence One, but she might not even be able to survive.

He immediately touched the ring on his right hand, and a silver-white scepter suddenly appeared in his previously empty hand.

He gripped the scepter tightly and pointed it at the person opposite him:

"curse!"

Another strange incantation was uttered. A beam of black light shot out from the scepter, flying towards the young man opposite, and instantly merging into his body.

The young man opposite them, who had been relaxed, now had a serious expression on his face.

"What an amazing ability!"

Exclamations of admiration echoed across the battlefield, heard by both His Majesty the King on the opposite side and Ron and his companion, who were watching from a distance behind a corner.

Then, to their astonishment, they saw the young man fall uncontrollably toward the ground after he finished speaking.

"Bang!"

The sound of flesh hitting the ground could be heard.

Floating in mid-air, Fidina couldn't believe his eyes. The young man who had been dominating him had been killed by him in such a bizarre way.

It hovered cautiously in mid-air, not daring to approach and check the situation.

Ron and his companion were in the same situation. They had thought they would witness the death of a king today, but the situation changed so quickly.

In a short while, such a reversal of the two extremes occurred.

It really is... "interesting~".

Just as they were still thinking about what had just happened, a voice appeared on the battlefield once again.

Countless Taoist figures flew towards them.

Knight legions, elven treants, cultists… Ron looked at these people whose identities could be discerned solely by their attire, a look of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

Because he saw someone he knew among them.

Especially on the Treant side, the figure of a girl attracted all his attention.

Although the other party's appearance has changed slightly, both the previous white hair and red eyes have disappeared and have all turned into a green color like leaves.

But he still recognized the other person at a glance.

"Adele?"

Ron gasped. He never expected that the girl he had been searching for for so long would appear before him in such a strange way today.

But looking at that familiar figure, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

It wasn't the change in appearance that gave him this feeling, but rather his aura.

The girl's original youthful vivacity had vanished, leaving only a strange feeling of decay and life coexisting.

He didn't know what had happened to the other person, but looking at the group of people following behind him, Ron already had a vague guess in his mind.

"Mr. Ron?"

Ryan, who was standing nearby, seemed to have noticed his emotional fluctuations and couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

What were originally well-hidden hiding places gradually became visible to everyone as more and more people joined the battle.

Although no one was paying attention to their side.

But the young man was still somewhat apprehensive, because he sensed an unusual aura emanating from these people.

An aura unique to high-ranking powerful beings.

Ron snapped out of his daze upon hearing the young man's warning and realized the dangerous situation they were in.

He quickly used shadow magic to disappear into the youth's shadow.

At the same time, he shouted to the other party, "What are you standing there for? Run!"

Ryan was taken aback by his actions, seemingly surprised by his decisiveness. But upon hearing his voice, he immediately reacted and sprinted back the way they had come.

They were afraid of being a step too slow.

"Sir, please do me a favor and let me hide on you for a while."

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly reached their ears. Hearing the words, Ryan paused, his running speed immediately slowing, and a series of questions immediately formed in his mind:

Isn't this the same person who fought His Majesty the King before?

Could it be that I'm hallucinating?

Ron, who was hiding in his shadow, felt his movement and his expression darkened.

"Who were those people who found me?!"

Although that's what he thought in his heart, for the sake of his own life, he still used his mental power to warn the other party: "Run!"

Hearing the tense voice in his mind, Ryan immediately realized what was happening.

His pace, which had been gradually slowing down, quickened again. He stopped thinking about anything else and had only one thought in his mind: "Thank goodness Mr. Ron is here."

"Hehe, it seems you have something urgent to attend to, sir."

The young man's voice came again, but unlike the last time, this time his voice clearly contained some strange power.

Even Ron, a mid-level wizard apprentice, had many strange thoughts running through his mind upon hearing the other person's voice:

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

"Something's wrong! Something's strange!"

Of course, these thoughts only lasted a short time before he immediately regained his senses and realized that the other person's voice was strange and had affected their judgment.

"run!"