Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

That's amazing, only two days have passed.

In just two days, they covered the distance that others take decades to travel.

In a few more years.

He's probably on par with the number one magician on the continent.

Ronan smiled and was about to speak.

He didn't intend to keep it a secret; after all, the total amount of magic power was meaningless to him, and telling him would actually help to build a closer relationship.

However, at that moment, a loud roar suddenly came from outside, causing the entire room to tremble slightly.

The noise interrupted Ronan's words.

He instinctively turned his head to look, before he could even figure out what was happening outside.

Old Dick suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief, and he cursed through gritted teeth:

"Damn it, those beasts are attacking! How could it be so fast? It hasn't even been a month since the last attack!"

"Damn it!"

"Brother Martin, you'd better take these two distinguished guests and get out of here!"

After saying that, he suddenly pressed the button on the counter, and one by one the items disappeared quickly.

Martin's expression also turned serious as he noticed the slightly puzzled looks on Ronan and Frilian's faces.

Leaving Old Dick's side, he quickly approached the two men, leading them outside while explaining as they went:

"Lord Ronan, as you can see, because the ruins labyrinth is only twenty miles away, some monsters often come here to launch attacks."

"Although there are adventurers guarding and clearing the area, the number of adventurers is not fixed."

"Previously, the strongest group consisted of the Beast Adventurer Group, but you know their situation..."

He paused slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"In short, it was probably because of their disappearance that the attack was brought forward."

"You don't need to feel sorry or have any concerns."

Ronan remained silent.

What kind of talk is that?

He didn't think much of it at first, assuming they were just some monsters that he could easily deal with with a few snaps of his fingers.

But now... you've really got a way with words, kid.

Oh well, never mind.

This is a good opportunity to try out detection magic. He's still a bit hesitant about changing Frillian's attributes, but he can change a monster's attributes...

A little physical strength paired with a little total magic power...

Will it be blown away by a gust of wind?

I'm really looking forward to it.

Chapter 22, Section 23, Celia (4000)

"Hiss—Roar!"

What appeared before Ronan was an extremely peculiar creature.

At first glance, it resembles a man-eating flower, but it has two "legs" and makes strange noises.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that what are called "feet" are actually roots.

With each step, the surrounding ground would crumble like a spider web, and the nearby plants would turn yellow and wither instantly, as if they had been sprayed with pesticides.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

The purple and green color scheme, combined with the swaying motion, seemed to transport him across time and space, making him see the Chomper from Plants vs. Zombies.

Unfortunately, I'm not a zombie.

“A plant-type monster…” Ronan muttered to himself as he came to his senses.

These kinds of monsters are not uncommon, and are well-known among adventurers due to their diverse forms and abilities.

Although they possess magical power, most of them do not use magic and rely mainly on their own branches and leaves to attack enemies.

Under normal circumstances, they are not difficult to deal with.

But this one in front of me...

Ronan used his detection magic to investigate and finally concluded that it was a demon-eating flower.

According to known information, the Demon-Eating Flower was born 1,500 years ago. It feeds on magic and likes to swallow creatures with magic.

In its eyes, we are probably like a delicious cake covered in honey.

Ronan quickly grasped the general outline of the matter.

He nodded and shielded Frilian behind him.

Since they knew that the Demon-Eating Flower would never let them go, there was no need to show mercy.

Ronan reached out his hand, a few numbers flashing in his eyes.

"Total magic power: 400; physical strength: 50; maximum absorbable magic power: 3,000. Truly not to be underestimated."

"Even I would be drained dry without using any special methods."

A magic power cap of three thousand is no small amount; it's comparable to the result of an elf's hundreds of years of cultivation.

However, no matter how many there are, it's still just a string of numbers.

Seeing the Demon-Eating Flower approaching and having observed it sufficiently, Ronan was about to use Wind Spirit Moon Shadow to modify its values.

Let's see if this demon-eating flower will explode when its maximum absorbable magic power reaches zero.

The moment the idea took hold, he put it into action.

But at that moment, it was unclear whether the Demon-Eating Flower sensed danger or noticed another, more tempting target.

In Ronan's eyes, the Demon-Eating Flower suddenly stopped.

It hesitated for a moment, its huge flower bud swaying from side to side, and its cries gradually subsided, as if it were thinking about something.

Then, as if making a decision, it turned around without hesitation, its thick roots moving quickly to the right.

This scene made Ronan raise an eyebrow slightly.

"Are you scared? Or has a creature with even greater magical power than me and Frilian appeared over there?"

"It's not impossible. After all, it's a relic from over a thousand years ago, so it's normal for some powerful individuals to appear there."

Although the Demon-Eating Flower wanted to retreat, Ronan had no intention of letting it go easily.

As a pure "pest," the right thing to do is to eliminate it before it continues to damage the environment and kill life.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Ronan moved his fingers, and in an instant, the Demon-Eating Flower stopped in its tracks.

Immediately afterwards, its towering body collapsed to the ground like limp mud a second later, raising a cloud of dust.

Simply because—their physical strength has dropped to zero.

"He's still alive?"

Ronan was somewhat surprised.

He originally thought this attack would be enough to bring down the Demon-Eating Flower, but he didn't expect these monsters to be even more tenacious than he imagined.

That makes sense. After all, it's a plant-type monster. Just like some flowers that wilt don't necessarily mean they're dead; watering them might revive them.

For the Demonflower, water is magic.

So Ronan stepped forward.

Upon seeing this, Martin hurriedly shouted, "Lord Ronan, please be careful, the environment there is poisonous!"

Although Martin sees Ronan as an unparalleled powerhouse, even the strongest person is not necessarily immune to toxins.

He had no idea how the monster had fallen, because Ronan hadn't made any obvious moves from beginning to end.

All of this seemed utterly inexplicable to him.

Is this monster luring us in, or is it truly dead?

Ronan seemed not to hear, and simply waved his hand calmly to indicate that he was fine.

He walked step by step into the so-called "drug circle," and the once lush and green scene gradually disappeared.

Looking back, there is a strong sense of contrast between the place being like autumn, with everything withered, and outside it is still spring, full of vitality.

A putrid, pungent odor wafted over, as unpleasant as disinfectant. Ronan held his breath and approached the Demon-Eating Flower.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this monster was quite large; even lying limp on the ground, it was still over three meters tall, comparable to a small mountain.

Ronan reached out and touched it. It was soft to the touch, with a little elasticity, like an eggplant, but it didn't bounce back.

It seems the plant fiber has disappeared, similar to muscle breakdown; no wonder it can't stand up.

Fortunately, the Demon-Eating Flower doesn't have a heart and doesn't need a blood supply, otherwise it would die the moment its stats reach zero.

Ronan looked around and saw that the Demon-Eating Flower had its mouth wide open, as if it was craving something.

The once powerful roar had now turned into a whimper, like that of a pitiful little dog.

Ronan smiled and said softly:

"You want magic power? Fine, I'll give it to you. Is four thousand units enough?"

The Demon-Eating Flower naturally didn't understand what four thousand units meant, and in fact, it couldn't understand Ronan's words either.

I just instinctively responded when I heard a sound around me.

And so, in an instant.

With a whoosh.

The demon-eating flower suddenly swelled up, growing larger and larger like a balloon, its enormous shadow obscuring the sun on the horizon.