Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

At the junction of the inner and outer city of Grasso, a group of people stood in tattered clothes, staring in terror at the earth-shattering battle taking place not far away, their faces pale with fright.

"Father, what exactly happened over there?"

The speaker was a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old. His face was pale and his lips were trembling as he asked the middle-aged man standing in front of him.

As Fidina listened to his son's words, his face darkened so much it seemed like water could drip from it.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and slowly spoke with difficulty:

"I don't know either. Tell your mother and the others to get ready. We'll have to stay out for the next few days."

Upon hearing this, the young man froze on the spot, seemingly not expecting his king father to say such a thing:

"Don't the church people care?"

He blurted out those words without thinking, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that his father had turned around and was looking at him.

The disappointment in his eyes seemed about to overflow:

"What do you think? If they were capable of managing things, would it have dragged on until now?"

"Father, I..."

The young man knew that asking such a question was unwise, but those words were his subconscious thoughts. In the past, no matter what happened, as long as it involved supernatural powers, the church would always step in to resolve it.

That's why he asked that question as if it were perfectly natural.

Never place your hopes on others!

Fidina gave his son a deep look before speaking calmly.

His tone was complex and difficult; it was both a warning to his son and a message to himself.

The royal palace in the center of the inner city has now been completely reduced to ruins, and even the bricks, tiles, beams and pillars that were previously scattered on the ground have disappeared.

Only the mess and exposed soil remained, telling the story of what had just happened.

The flames on the giant bird that Ron had transformed into grew increasingly intense, so intense that even the air seemed to be ignited, and the surrounding space distorted.

He stared intently at the knight charging forward once again, his heart overflowing with joy.

"Keep going, you trash! Didn't you eat? You're useless! Is that all the strength you have?"

Although he was very happy inside, he couldn't show it on his face. In order to further deplete the remaining spiritual energy in the bloodline of the Morok Firefeather Bird in his body, he had to maintain a high level of combat to have a chance to regain control of his body.

Therefore, he had to resort to some despicable means to constantly provoke his opponents.

"Sorry, but it's your own fault for offending that person just now."

Ron was thinking, but he kept talking.

Erend, sitting opposite, listened to the "greetings" coming from the boy's mouth. Even though he knew it was a deliberate provocation, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The thread of "reason" in my mind is now on the verge of breaking.

In fact, he probably wouldn't have acted this way under normal circumstances, but now, due to the influence of the War Lord behind him, Allende's tolerance for such provocations has decreased several levels.

He watched as the boy opposite him continued to chatter on and on.

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Damn it, die!"

With a roar, his warhorse spurred on, its hooves thundering as it charged straight at Ron across the way.

He brandished his greatsword, which shimmered with streaks of flame.

The astonishing aura stunned everyone present: "Has this guy already been corrupted?"

The thought crossed everyone's mind, and then they saw the fiery red bird that Ron's body had transformed into meet the opponent's charge head-on.

"What a madman."

Philomi, who was standing nearby, stared intently at the two of them. Seeing this, he could no longer contain his fighting spirit and charged toward them with a maniacal laugh.

Claws formed from flames, fists covered in black armor, and a greatsword with pale white flames burning on its surface.

"boom!"

The air seemed to freeze the moment the three collided in mid-air.

Ripples spread outwards, and a booming sound reached the ears of those remaining on the battlefield.

At the very center of the battle, an explosion rang out, and Ron and his companions retreated rapidly in the direction they had come from. In the blink of an eye, the sound of heavy objects collapsing came from three different directions.

Smoke and dust rose with their movements.

It drifted in the air around the battlefield.

But soon after, Ron and the others clashed again, and the rumbling sounds continued to echo throughout Grasse. Even those hiding in houses heard the unusual noises.

They all huddled under the covers, their necks hunched over.

Fear of being implicated.

"Am, shall we go?"

"Wait a little longer..."

"I can't wait, Mr. Knowledge. I'm sure you feel the same way, don't you?"

"Hahaha, kill! Kill them all!"

Vassim, whose body had transformed into a giant python with four heads, had a flurry of expressions upon seeing this scene.

Finally, the two heads in the middle joined the three-person battle with excited expressions.

"Amu, look at this guy. And Mr. Knowledge, why is he always hanging out with Wahu's nonsense?"

"Forget it, Xiaoxi, let them play if they want. It's pretty boring enough as it is, and if we try to control them now, they might even throw a tantrum."

"Okay, fine, I'll do as Eminem says."

The giant snake with four heads was fiercely tearing at two figures, one black and one red, beside it, while the other two heads were chatting as if nothing was wrong.

"Another lunatic~"

The moon goddess, who was observing the battlefield from a distance, murmured something upon seeing Vassim's appearance.

My doubts began to creep back into my mind: Was my decision right or wrong?

Is it really beneficial to approach someone's world from a different perspective?

She didn't know, but looking at these people's frenzied appearance, even Ron, who seemed the most normal before, was now acting crazy.

A slight chill ran through the goddess's heart.

Ron, who was originally fighting Erend, had his spiritual power belonging to the Morok Firefeather Bird in his spiritual sea weakened once again after Philomi and Vassim joined the battle.

He immediately perked up.

"That's right, exactly. Let the storm rage on!"

As Ron gradually regained control of his body, he became more and more excited as he fought, no longer caring about his injuries, even though one of his wings was broken and all the claws on his feet were severed.

He had no intention of backing down.

He collided with the three men again and again, and although he was already dizzy, his spirits became more and more excited.

Those around him were quite shocked by his reckless fighting style.

"Isn't there a single normal person among them?"

The same thought popped into everyone's mind at the same time.