Who taught him to restore his country like this?

He quickly located the location where the brain demon had moved again and swung his knife to strike.

"Damn human, how did you do that?" The brain demon, its location pinpointed for the third time, was enraged. Its proud parasitic transfer ability was like child's play in front of this human, with nowhere to hide.

Once could be considered luck, twice could be considered coincidence, but three times in a row is absolutely cheating!

"Guess," Ron said calmly, his longsword never ceasing.

The dismissive words enraged the Brain Demon, but it was powerless to do anything about Ron.

It wasn't that it couldn't beat Ron, but rather that Ron was always followed by a group of people.

Whoever Ron chops, they fight back.

How do we fight this?

The surrounded brain demon decisively moved to another location.

It only regrets that it's not daytime, otherwise it could have moved a hundred meters in one go.

Now, it can only move more than ten meters at a time.

The consequence of having one's abilities weakened is being relentlessly entangled.

As expected, the human wielding the black longsword came looking for them again.

It moved again.

The black longsword arrived as scheduled.

Turn again.

It got chopped again.

Turn again.

Cut it again.

"Are you ever going to stop?!" the Brain Demon roared angrily.

This human is very strange. No matter which direction it tries to move from, its location can be quickly locked, like a persistent infection that can't be shaken off.

It has now given up hope of escaping through brain transfer.

The remaining energy is insufficient for it to perform several more transfers.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Keep running!" Ron's longsword slashed down mercilessly.

"Fine, you forced me to do this, I'll drag you down with me even if I die!" the Brain Demon roared.

The next second, a white phantom emerged from the demon's head and rushed into Ron's head in the blink of an eye.

The brain demon gave up on the idea of ​​escaping.

It will use the remaining energy to invade the brain of the parasitic Ron.

Even if it fails, it can turn Ron into an idiot.

"Your Majesty Ron."

Exclamations of surprise rang out from Lawrence and the others around them.

As the core of saving the Kingdom of Orrantia, Ron cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Keltia's expression changed slightly. She immediately cast a shield of light on Ron, and with a gentle lift of her hand, Ron's body floated up.

The situation was urgent, so she planned to take Ron back to the city first, and then find a way to deal with the brain demon that had entered Ron's head.

"Haha..." Seeing the panicked state of the humans outside, the Brain Demon laughed loudly: "It's useless. I'll let you know the price of driving someone to the brink of despair..."

"What is it?" Ron's slightly mocking voice rang out.

The brain demon was stunned for a moment, then its eyes widened in disbelief: "No... this is impossible!"

It could sense that this human's spiritual power wasn't strong, but why...?

"Why is your brain not affected by my parasitism at all? Why is my mental power dissipating so quickly?" At this moment, the Brain Demon felt an unprecedented fear.

"Oh, this?" Ron raised his hand, gently tapped his temple, and chuckled softly, "The power of annihilation, used for suppressing magic. It's a one-month trial card, and you only have a few days left. You just happened to deliver yourself to my door, so I'll let you try it for free."

"No...don't..."

The Brain Demon's voice trembled as it tried to escape from Ron's brain.

Unfortunately, Ron's brain isn't a public toilet; it can't come and go as it pleases.

Hey.

With a snap of his fingers, Ron's Annihilation Power instantly shattered the Brain Demon's mental power.

At the same time, the Radiant Shield that Kertia had placed on him also crumbled.

Keltia was stunned, not yet realizing what was happening, when she heard Ron, who was falling from the sky, shout:

"Mission accomplished, retreat!"

……

The first rays of dawn rose from the distant mountains.

A pale golden halo drifted across the dark green peaks, gilding the silhouettes of the pine forest with a brilliant edge like broken diamonds. The mist from the mountain stream was shattered into a gilded gauze, which drifted across the dewdrops on the grass tips on the morning breeze, startling a few bluebirds. Their fluttering wings shook off a few rays of morning light, shattering them into dancing starlight across the hillside.

Just before being completely surrounded by the demon army, the extermination team returned to the city safely.

Having lost their commander, a group of demons relentlessly pursued them to the city walls.

The guards on the city wall had been waiting for a long time, and the demons were wiped out shortly after they entered the attack range.

"Your Majesty Ron, you..."

At the city gate, Lawrence, having caught his breath, cautiously approached Ron.

"Don't worry, I'm not parasitized."

Ron knew what Lawrence wanted to ask.

After all, so many people watched as the brain demon rushed into his head.

He said, "If I'm going to be parasitized, can I still let you come back?"

Lawrence smiled sheepishly.

"Has that brain demon been killed by you?" he asked to confirm.

They followed Ron around the whole time and had no idea what was going on with the Brain Demon.

“Dead.” Ron yawned. “I’ll leave the rest to you. I’m going back to rest now.”

"Ok."

Lawrence watched Ron get into the carriage and leave the city gate.

Chapter 50 Seizing the Initiative

……

When Ron woke up, it was already afternoon.

The setting sun outside the window, like melting gold leaf, slanted across the flowerbed in the backyard, casting long shadows of the osmanthus trees that had just bloomed the night before.

"Did you sleep for so long...?"

Rubbing his still-aching head, Ron sat up.

Last night's operation involved him using the identification system too frequently, which nearly exhausted his energy.

Fortunately, he finally managed to kill the brain demon; otherwise, he might not have been able to handle it if it happened again tonight.

Once the pain in his head subsided a bit, Ron got up, changed his clothes, and left the room.

He closed the door, glancing to the side out of the corner of his eye, and paused involuntarily.

"You're still here."

Beatrice stood at the entrance, as always.

She looked at Ron calmly.

Ron didn't say anything and walked past her.

Beatrice followed without a word.

"Your Majesty Ron, would you like something to eat?"

Downstairs, the cleaning maid saw Ron come down and respectfully went up to ask him what was going on.

Ron nodded.

I haven't eaten for almost a day, and I'm very hungry.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the maid immediately withdrew to prepare food.

Ron wandered around the backyard.

He glanced at his experience gain, which had already reached over 11,000.

Leveling up from level 39 to level 40 is a major hurdle, requiring 20,000 experience points.

Each subsequent level requires 10,000 experience points, up to level 49.

Leveling up from 49 to 50 is another major hurdle, requiring a full 100,000 experience points to advance.

The experience required will only increase in the future, and 250 hours of income is still not enough.

"We need to hurry up and expand our territory."

He looked at the reputation again.

After last night's actions, it seems that many people's impression of him has changed, rising from 1 to 5.

It's still pitifully small.

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long."

Ron interlocked his fingers, raised them above his head, and stretched.

Then he looked at Beatrice behind him and said on a whim, "You know fifth-tier magic, right?"