After settling the original holder in front.
Ronald specially erected a tombstone for the opponent, then expanded the Perception Magic's detection range, quickly finding Anthony's position.
This local Southern Caster was in good condition and safe situation.
He seed to have his own thoughts.
Ronald pondered for a mont but didn't seek out the opponent.
Because right beneath their feet, in the island's ground, there was another original holder of "Essence Theory" languishing and waiting to die.
At this mont, Ronald recalled the one who had escaped earlier, the Caster from the "Nine Commandnts Convention" who could separate into nurous clones.
He wasn't keen to let go of this enemy.
However, reality was that the opponent was fleeing the island from all directions, making it difficult to annihilate them all with one person's strength.
Thinking further.
Ronald wasn't even sure if the opponent's true form was on this island; perhaps what started on the island was also the opponent's clone.
With rational judgnt, Ronald decided to focus his attention on the original holder of the "Essence Theory" below, which was the most reasonable course of action.
After all, he couldn't change these uncontrollable objective factors.
Having made up his mind, Ronald stood quietly on the island's surface, waiting for the life of the "Essence Theory" holder below to fade.
In the current situation, there was no need for him to find ways to strike the opponent.
The question was whether the opponent's broken body would fail first, or the spell transforming the concept of death would collapse first.
Ronald contemplated the outco of the underground "Nine Commandnts Convention" Caster.
Just before everything ca to an end, he heard cautious footsteps nearby.
Turning his head, he saw the nun he had rescued before enter his view.
The nun's actions were sowhat timid, but her eyes held a steadfast determination.
"You don't look very well right now."
"If I were you, I would take a good rest now. If there's anything…"
Ronald knew the opponent likely couldn't understand his language.
But with the intention of helping.
He still spoke up as a reminder, attempting to convey his aning through his eyes and gestures.
Following that, the nun indeed spoke, using a language not common to humanity in this era.
Fortunately, Ronald could understand her aning with the help of his language knowledge.
"I... I am a person who should have... passed away."
"Only to inform the world of the revival of the gods... that's why I've been, keeping on..."
The nun's speech was arduous both in action and tone.
This wasn't due to intentional delay or natural stuttering, but rather the erosion of long years where she almost completely forgot the ability to speak, barely mimicking the past speaking actions from mory.
Because of this, her voice and tone were distorted to varying degrees.
Without Ronald's language knowledge to provide translation, it would have been challenging to discern what she was trying to convey.
At this mont, Ronald had already learned about the nun's origin.
This nun should have been trapped in this relic for hundreds, maybe thousands of years, only retaining her life by special spells to the present.
He had no intention of letting the suffering opponent endure more, so he naturally planned to halt her actions:
"Your body is very weak now, better not speak."
Seeing Ronald's actions, a look of sorrow appeared in the nun's eyes.
Even though she couldn't understand the current language, the transmission of thoughts between people didn't necessarily depend on understanding.
Ronald's actions and tone, as well as his gaze, conveyed this aning.
Following that, the nun rejected this concern and kindness.
As she approached Ronald, she reached out her hands and firmly grabbed his shoulders, her tone adamantly continuing:
"Holy Capital, Thirteen Saints, Tomb."
"The gods resurrected there, resurrected there!"
When the nun spoke these final lines, her state was markedly different from before, with a fluent rhythm and tone, a stark contrast to the difficult posture she had before.
It was as if she had engraved these words onto her body, ensuring she would never forget!
Faced with this fanatical response.
Ronald furrowed his brow more tightly, ready to forcibly calm her down.
But just as Ronald was about to make a hand chop to stun her, he suddenly realized that the nun clutching his shoulders had gone silent!
"Hmm? Why are you..."
Ronald hurriedly checked her condition.
Only to find she had quietly ceased breathing after uttering those words.
—She was dead!
Though Ronald had used the life force from "Origin of Species" to restore the physical vitality.
But at a deeper level involving the essence of soul and will.
This girl, whose oil had long run dry in the endless ti, ultimately faced her demise.
"..."
Ronald had not anticipated the opponent would bid farewell to the world in such a manner.
Faced with the girl still clutching his body, whose appearance still seed to hold warmth, he instinctively wanted to attempt bringing her back.
"Starting from the relationship between the earth and sky, we will begin to construct our perception!"
The spell of "Precession" was activated by Ronald.
He intended to use a reversed ti spell to transform the dead nun back to her original state first. Though he couldn't guarantee saving her completely, there was at least this possibility.
But surprisingly.
This ti, the use of "Precession" was of no help to change the current situation.
The nun's ti indeed began to reverse under the spell's support, but as she returned to the prior state, she beca that emaciated form once more.
Moreover, without the bottom breath provided by Ronald's life force.
Her frail body imdiately had an intense conflict with the surrounding environnt.
Even worse than before, in the blink of an eye, the life response vanished from her body again!
"..."
Ronald stood still in the spot.
His relationship with the nun he had just t was not deep.
But this will, crossing long ages to convey the final information, moved him.
anwhile, Costate gently picked up the deceased nun.
The maid looked at her master's forlorn expression and softly comforted Ronald:
"Sir, it seems she herself chose to accept the fate of death, there's no need to feel guilty for it."
Ronald imdiately adjusted his state:
"Yes, I understand."
"Costate, you don't need to worry, I'm fine."
Just as Ronald was responding, he and Costate simultaneously paused and shifted their gaze downward.
Because at that mont.
The original holder of "Essence Theory", who had been struggling to breathe, finally couldn't persist, as the last gleam of spell vanished from him.
As the spell correcting the death state ended with the magic power's disappearance.
This enemy, whom Ronald had cut into two with one sword, also finally stopped breathing at this mont!
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