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

"Are you finally getting serious?"

The sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out, and Ronan saw Ialvis's figure appear in front of him like a ghost, his expression still calm and composed.

He extended his finger, spatial magic coiling around his fingertip, and gently slashed at the incoming blade.

Swish.

The blade, which had been cutting through everything, suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible and indestructible wall.

To outsiders, it looked as if Ronan had easily blocked the opponent's full-force attack by simply extending a single finger.

Alvis's pupils contracted, and before he could react, a clear crack slowly appeared from the center of the blade.

Immediately afterwards, half of the blade fell to the ground with a clang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The cross-section was as smooth as if a block of tofu had been cut.

"!!"

Alvis's pupils contracted again.

—Spatial magic?

He felt like he was hallucinating.

But the faint traces in the space told him that it was all real.

This guy...

Alvis gritted his teeth, reversed his weapon with one hand, used the momentum to leap backward, and shouted in a low voice:

"Who are you?"

He couldn't believe the hero before him was human, since spatial magic was theoretically only wielded by demons.

It seems more plausible that they are half-human and half-demon.

He whispered again:

"you…"

However, before he could finish speaking, Ronan interrupted him directly:

"Do you have any other moves? If not, it's my turn."

Ronan didn't bother to guess what Alvis was thinking.

In his view, all communication with the demons in any language was meaningless.

Swish.

Ronan vanished from his spot in an instant, so fast that even his afterimage was lost.

A strong sense of crisis instantly flooded Alvis's mind.

He hurriedly reached out his hand, trying to construct a spatial defense spell, but he was still a step too slow.

Click.

The spell shattered, and Ronan's slash swept through like the wind, completely severing space and the man.

Alvis felt a metallic taste in his throat, and before he could spit out the blood, half of his body fell heavily to the ground.

call……

The white stream of air vanished in an instant in the night sky.

Ronan turned around and saw that Alvis was dead with his eyes wide open, like copper bells.

Even after losing half his body and his lower body began to turn to ashes, he still stared at himself with a face full of resentment.

It was as if they were questioning why they weren't even given a chance to speak.

"hateful…"

As his life force faded, Alvis's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his ability to imitate human speech decreased significantly, leaving him only able to utter a few simple words.

He raised his withered fingers, trying to gather magic, but each attempt ended in failure.

Ronan saw it but didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a wild beast's last struggle.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, inwardly marveling at how unreasonable spatial magic truly was.

In terms of the fluidity of the movements and the visual appeal, it's far better than punching someone into a pulp.

At least, it's not so bloody.

If it were the old him, one punch from him would definitely leave a child with psychological trauma.

"Although cutting a person in half is also bloody, fortunately, the physiological structure of demons is completely different from that of humans."

Ronan pondered for a moment, then turned and approached the vanished Alvis, reading his memories before walking outside.

The battle between kings is over.

Next, we should go and see how the battle is going over there.

……

"That's amazing."

Not far away, Vlame stood on the second floor of a building, his hands gripping the railing tightly, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

Although she became Celie's apprentice, she didn't like her at all.

Because of the poor innate impression.

Selene is protecting her village, an act that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, at this moment, Vlamé harbored extremely complex feelings for Seria.

In contrast to Ronan, her emotions were much purer.

He didn't bully me; he was very gentle and didn't express any dissatisfaction with my liking for the Flower Magic.

In Vlamé's heart, Ronan was like a warm older brother, and that was the kind of person she longed to be mentored.

Unfortunately, Ronan did not accept apprenticeships because he found it too troublesome.

Whenever he thought of this, Vlamé felt a pang of regret.

What a wonderful older brother! Why can't he accept a lively, cute, and intelligent apprentice?

If Ronan wanted to, she could betray her master's school without hesitation today.

"Ugh."

Vlame sighed softly, the end of the battle gradually calming her mind.

Standing on the second floor, she gazed at another battlefield, her eyes gleaming, her mind racing.

There's still plenty of time; I haven't grown up yet, and there might be other opportunities in the future.

As long as you don't give up, anything is possible—that's the lesson her father taught her.

Who knows, I might be expelled from the sect one day.

Surely the older brother won't stand idly by then.

Chapter 49, Section 50: The Curtain Falls, Farewell

"Are you done here too?"

Ronan raised his head and calmly looked at Celia standing in front of him.

Celia stood with her hands on her hips, a confident smile playing on her lips:

"Of course, who do you think I am? Just some worthless trash."

"How's it going on your end? Did the demon general manage to exchange a few blows with you?"

She didn't think that so-called Alvis could be a match for Ronan.

After all, in her eyes, Ronan was the strongest human she had ever seen.

—Whether in terms of strength or talent, no one can match him.

Ronan, upon hearing this, replied calmly:

"It's alright, he didn't affect my feelings for him even after a few moves."

"Instead of discussing whether he is strong or not, I think our most urgent task is to relocate all the humans here."

"The Demon King's army has been wiped out. When the demons learn of this, they will surely send troops again to wipe out everyone here to vent their anger."

"After all, I know from that Alvis's memories that his target was Vlamé."

Upon hearing this, Celia's eyebrows lifted slightly.

Her gaze drifted to the tranquil village not far away. Though surprised by her own misjudgment, she couldn't help but ask:

"Transfer? Where to?"

“No place in the Northern Continent is safe. Even the border areas where Frilian is located are occasionally attacked by demons.”

"Unless you take them to the Central Continent or the Southern Continent, but the question is, would they be willing? Can you do it?"

She slowly turned around, looking directly into Ronan's eyes, her gaze filled with doubt, and her tone became serious:

“I’ve tried the flying magic you taught me before, but it’s not very fast and I can’t fly continuously.”

"Three hours is only enough to fly a few hundred kilometers at most, while this place is at least tens of thousands of kilometers away from the central continent..."

"Leaving aside the magic power consumed, I'm not willing to waste so much time on a group of humans."

Celiae believed in the law of the jungle, which was one of the reasons she was indifferent to the massacre of the elves.

In her view, those who are weak will only be eliminated.

Her participation in the rescue was merely a convenient way for her to test her spatial magic.

Ronan gazed at her, his tone tinged with emotion:

"You're still so cold-blooded."

"If you had unlimited time, you could allocate that time to helping others."