Who taught him to restore his country like this?

"Bang bang..."

Like a heart, the magic stone trembled.

The magic array beneath the statue suddenly blazed with light, piercing the steel castle like a laser beam and soaring into the sky. Invisible energy fluctuations spread outwards rapidly like ripples.

Boom!

Beatrice's body fell from the sky, her eyes staring blankly at the dome.

Ron was too busy taking care of himself to deal with her situation.

The moment Beatrice touched the Magic Stone, an unparalleled force attempted to rip his spirit from his body.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

"Upgrade me!"

[Level has been increased to 25]

[Level has been increased to 26]

[Level has been increased to 27]

With each level he advances, he gains five more seconds of conscious time.

Ron had been holding back for a long time for this moment.

In order to make the most of the five seconds of invincibility brought by the level up, he had been enduring humiliation and hardship during this period.

Do you know how frustrating it is to have enough experience to level up but not be able to use it?

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

"Keep upgrading!"

[Level has been increased to 28]

[Level has been increased to 29]

Ron timed it well, waiting for the Magic Stone's self-defense cooldown to come off.

One minute. If he can hold out for just one minute, the Magic Stone will enter a short energy storage period, which will be the best opportunity for him to destroy it.

Fortunately, it didn't get chained up. If it had, it wouldn't have needed to store energy and could have unlimited power.

……

[Level has been increased to 34]

[Level has been increased to 35]

[Level has been increased to 36]

When you reach level 34, one minute has passed.

However, the Divine Purification Array was not turned off. To prevent himself from misreading the timer, Ron cautiously waited until level 36 before making his move.

He now has only 15 seconds left.

"15 seconds is long enough."

Ron pressed his left hand against the scabbard, gripped the hilt with his right, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

Tier 3 Martial Skill - Dew Stepping Technique!

A blur streaked across the sky.

In just a few seconds, the ghost-like black longsword unleashed dozens of slashes.

Click click...

The magic stone was covered with countless cracks, and finally reached the critical point, bursting open with a bang.

Chapter 39 It's me!

As the magic stone was destroyed, the pillar of light that shot into the sky quickly dimmed and condensed until it became a thread that broke and dissipated in the air.

[Level has been increased to 39]

Ron touched the ground with his toes and stood with his sword sheathed.

The obscure array patterns gradually lost their luster beneath their feet, and the once bright space became dim.

Bang!

The iron gate was smashed open by powerful brute force.

More than thirty fully armed guards rushed in and surrounded Ron.

At this point, even though Ron still wore the face of Earl Lawrence, he could no longer fool these knights.

No matter how stupid these knights were, once they saw that the Divine Purification Array had been destroyed, they would realize that they had been tricked.

The leading knight angrily cursed, "You damned bastard, how dare you impersonate Earl Lawrence and destroy the formation!"

His venomous gaze seemed to want to tear Ron to pieces.

Ron took two steps back, leaned against the statue, spread his hands and smiled, "You should thank me."

His provocative words thoroughly enraged the surrounding knights: "Seize him!"

Thirty knights surrounded and charged forward.

Ron leaned against the statue, calmly watching the charging knight.

boom!

The next second, three layers of dark purple magic shields formed a triangle to protect Ron, then rapidly expanded, squeezing out the knights rushing towards him.

Oh?

Ron looked down at Beatrice at his feet with some surprise.

Beatrice, who was lying on the ground, raised one hand, and magical light flowed in her hand.

Is he still alive?

Ron looked into her eyes and thought to himself that this woman was really lucky.

If an ordinary person had been hit by that Demon Stone, they would have either died or become mentally disabled.

This battle slave named Beatrice not only didn't become mentally disabled, but her eyesight actually became clearer.

Compared to her previous empty gaze, her eyes now look more like those of a normal person, although you still can't see a trace of emotion in them.

To destroy the God of Purification Array, a person must be sacrificed.

From any perspective, war slaves are the most suitable.

War slaves are not only easy to control, but they also have short lifespans.

As for Beatrice, if Ron doesn't rescue her, what difference is there between her living and dying in the dungeon?

Rather than letting her die meaninglessly in the dungeon, it's better to make the most of her resources and let her death have some value.

Of course, Ron brought her here not entirely because it was a dead end.

War slaves are different from ordinary people. Their minds are imprisoned, and their spiritual power is controlled by the shackles of enslavement. The mental impact of the magic stone at that moment has a certain probability of being resisted by the shackles of enslavement, thus freeing their own thoughts.

Although the probability is only one in ten, it is still a path to a new life.

And that one in ten chance of survival has indeed come true for her.

Ron is now curious about why she would choose to help him out of a predicament after regaining her self-awareness.

You should know that he was planning to sacrifice her.

The shackles of enslavement around Beatrice's neck did not disappear; she was still under her own control. However, possessing self-awareness, she could choose to ignore things until she received her own orders.

It's just a matter of changing owners.

"What were you thinking, helping someone who planned to sacrifice you?"

As she slowly stood up from the ground, Ron asked curiously.

She didn't answer Ron's question, but calmly took his hand and said, "Let's go out."

This was the first time Ron had ever heard her voice.

It was a gentle voice, with a slightly hoarse tone.

"You can go now." Ron gently shook off her hand.

She turned back to look at Ron, puzzled.

Ron stretched lazily and leaned against the statue, saying, "Don't worry about me, you're free. Take advantage of the opportunity while you still can and leave this place. Then find a place without too much intrigue and enjoy the rest of your life."

Beatrice stared at him, her cool, beautiful eyes blinking involuntarily.

From the moment she was shackled into slavery, freedom was a completely foreign concept to her.

“Looks like you’re not going anywhere,” Ron suddenly laughed.

Before Beatrice could even comprehend it, her three magic shields were shattered by a fierce golden beam of light.

The next second, a golden streak of light flew in from outside the castle and hovered in mid-air.

Beatrice looked up.

It was a woman dressed in a white nun's habit, who looked quite young. She held a wand in her snow-white hand, and her amber eyes gleamed with a cold light as she indifferently looked down at the man beside her.

"Lady Keltia."

Upon seeing Keltia, the knights, who were temporarily unable to use their magic shields, showed expressions of joy.

"you……"

Ron glanced to the side, where Beatrice raised her hand expressionlessly, pointing it at the air, and magic surged forth.

He shook his head helplessly.

Why bother?

boom!

Before the magic could take shape, Beatrice's body flew away like a kite with a broken string.