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

Considering this experience a waste, Celia slammed to a halt and immediately turned around, intending to blast the monster to dust.

They would not hesitate to destroy the ruins.

However, the next second.

Her eyes widened as she witnessed an absurd scene.

Ronan stood still, stretched out his hand, and calmly stopped the monster that weighed thousands of tons.

The monster rolled around frantically, letting out a muffled roar, but could only spin in place, as if it had encountered an invisible wall.

To have a five-meter-tall body toyed with like this is truly...

Seria couldn't find the right words to describe it; the contrast was so strong that the magical fluctuations abruptly stopped.

—What kind of power is this?!

Are they not even going to act anymore?

Previously, it could be attributed to an outburst under duress, but now...

"Hey."

Seeing Ronan's relaxed expression, they knew there was no more danger.

Celia took a deep breath, her face grim, and stared at Freya beside her, asking in a low voice,

"Who exactly is he? Where and when did you meet him?"

“Tell me, this is important.”

"I suspect he's not a pure-blooded human. Don't you have any doubts about his previous behavior?"

"A hero? There's no such hero in the world."

"To be able to cause an earthquake with a single step and yet remain completely unharmed—such physical strength is unmatched even in the entire world."

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he's comparable to the Demon King himself."

Chapter 34, Section 35: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, Forced Instant Kill

Comparable to a demon king?

Frillie paused for a second, her clear, lake-like green eyes reflecting Ronan's composed figure.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Is it really that amazing?

Although they were also surprised by Ronan's performance.

But in her eyes, since he was a hero, it seemed perfectly normal for him to be able to do things that ordinary people couldn't.

After all, he was the one chosen by the goddess.

She turned to look at Celia, about to offer an explanation.

Not far away, Ronan overheard their conversation and nodded slightly.

Sure enough, his unusual behavior did not escape the notice of the experienced Celia.

He didn't intend to hide it.

With a slight exertion of one hand, the monster in front of him was forced back step by step.

Ronan turned his head, his gaze falling on Seria, his tone relaxed, with a hint of teasing:

"Don't slander me, Miss Celie. Am I comparable to the Demon King? No, it should be the Demon King who is comparable to me."

"A thousand years have passed, and he still hasn't destroyed the Sword of the Hero."

"It is obvious that his power is not even as great as the Sword of the Hero."

These words echoed in the slightly noisy corridor, leaving Celia speechless for a moment.

She wanted to refute it, but couldn't find the right words, because, in fact, that was indeed the case.

Having received the "answer," Celia sighed and stopped pressing for answers.

And so, as time passed, the sounds in the passage gradually faded away.

To prevent the ruins from collapsing, Ronan slowly shattered the monster in front of him into dust.

The monster cried out in pain, letting out a shrill roar as it tried to escape, but Ronan's hand was deeply embedded in its body, making escape impossible.

It could only watch helplessly as it gradually lost its life force, its heart filled with despair.

……

As the three continued deeper into the area, they slew every monster they encountered, whether extinct or special.

Then, as the Peashooter was instantly killed by a long-range sniper shot, and the wind magic was broken by the earth magic, the demon in the deepest part could no longer sit still.

Why are humans so powerful now?

I thought I could easily solve the problem, but to my surprise, I couldn't stop a single monster I sent out.

The demon wanted to create again, but it was too late.

All the passages lead to one place, and therefore, the exploration time is greatly shortened when you go deeper.

In just one minute, Ronan and his group arrived at the final checkpoint.

The area ahead was shrouded in ice, and the walls and ground around were covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Just one breath is enough to feel a bone-chilling cold, as if even your soul is being frozen.

Frilian flinched and hugged her arms tightly.

Ronan extended his senses and discovered a powerful monster behind the door, whose magical power was more than three times that of Frillian.

Beside her, Celia stood with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the stone door with a hint of indifference, her voice cool and clear:

"We've arrived. Push open this door, defeat the monsters ahead, and this should be where the demons live."

"Generally speaking, the treasure vault is also located there."

"I only want the magic inside, nothing else."

"Who's in favor, and who's against?"

She looked at the two people beside her, her tone carrying an undeniable force, as if the outcome was already decided, completely disregarding the devil.

She paused, then added:

"Of course, as compensation, you can also learn it after I analyze it."

"Including you, hero."

"You're a mage too, aren't you? Your magic is practically overflowing."

At first, Celia didn't notice because Ronan had completely suppressed his magic.

But as they ventured deeper into the ruins, magic was unleashed.

Ronan was dealing with a large number of very weak monsters, and Celia had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Ronan nodded, his tone relaxed:

"Whatever, but you have to tell me where you live, and when the analysis will be finished?"

"Why don't we go together? I have some experience in this area, which can save some time."

"You?" Upon hearing this "arrogant" reply, Celia gave Ronan a meaningful look, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Although I wanted to question it, the other party was human and more knowledgeable than elves, which was simply a joke.

But then, remembering Ronan's identity, Celia finally put those thoughts aside, nodded, and said calmly:

"Is that so? Then I'll see just how much experience you have."

"Let's take action first. It's not too late to deal with these things after we've taken down the monster behind the door."

"Mere ice magic? You're really overestimating yourself."

As she spoke, she blasted the stone gate apart with a single shot.

Boom!

A mighty flame erupted from her palm, carrying intense heat, instantly engulfing everything like a natural disaster!

—Hellfire Magic!

The ice melted away completely, and white mist spread out.

Behind the door.

boom!

The "Frost Archer," who had been waiting for a long time, immediately unleashed a magical cannonball capable of freezing everything.

The collision of ice and fire caused a massive amount of steam to rise into the air, instantly raising the temperature inside the passage by several degrees.

The damp and stuffy air rushed in, making it hard for Frillie to breathe. She frowned and instinctively took a step back.

But soon, everything came to an end.

"Snapped."

Ronan snapped his fingers lightly, and an imperceptible magical force pierced through the white mist, wrapping around the Ice Archer like invisible threads.

Immediately afterwards, the Frost Archer spontaneously combusted for no apparent reason.

The fog then disappeared.

Celia saw the monster's dark, carbonized appearance.

Thinking it was his own Hellfire magic that caused the damage, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort, with a hint of smugness.

"Let's go."

She lifted her foot, marveling at how weak the last monster guarding the gate was.

Despite having 1.5 times the magic power of the previous one, its performance was so poor that it couldn't even last three seconds.

Ronan smiled, said nothing, and walked inside. The disappearance of the final barrier allowed him to glimpse the true face of the demon.