He walked into the interior of the building.
Ronald and his two companions imdiately recognized this place as a skin and at trading spot.
Both the layout of the rooms inside the building and the occasional decorations on the walls proved it was not a respectable location.
Of course, what concerned them now was not the actual function of the place.
Since the Swollen Demon at the ritual center had been killed by Ronald, the situation inside the building was also affected, with strange Magic Power running rampant all around without any restraint.
Had it been a less skilled Caster,
just being in this harsh environnt would’ve sufficiently disrupted and significantly weakened his combat abilities.
Facing the situation around her, Patricia also unusually showed a look of disgust.
"Humph—"
"This is truly a den of iniquity!"
As her words fell, the sword-wielding girl already moved toward the room in the center of the building.
Although the Magic Fluctuations here were chaotic, in the eyes of soone strong enough, the core location of the Magic Power could still be discerned.
Standing behind Patricia, Ronald watched her decisive actions and then whispered to Heloise,
"Philis, follow Heloise, I am particularly concerned about sothing."
"Okay."
Heloise slightly quirked her eyebrow without asking further and turned to follow Patricia into the central room of the building.
Her two companions went straight to the core hub of the Magic Power.
anwhile, Ronald turned and headed toward a room on the side of the building.
— The reason was simple.
With the help of "Fury," Ronald had preliminarily completed screening the personnel soon after entering the building. Aside from the majority already trapped in the illusions of the Swollen Demon, on the left side of the building, Ronald discovered soone clearly unaffected by the situation!
The teams split up.
"Roar—"
It took less than ten seconds.
The monster’s roar, the building’s crashing noises, and the girl’s angry shouts erupted from Patricia’s direction as a battle destined for victory fiercely comnced.
Amid such noisy sounds,
Ronald also arrived at his intended target.
It was an ordinary room, no different from other parts of the building. If there were so differences, it might just be that the room’s door was firmly locked, and the person inside showed no intention of coming out to search for food from the Swollen Demon.
Considering the significance of the events tonight, Ronald naturally didn’t intend to waste ti. He reached for the locked doorknob and exerted force instantly.
*Crack—*
His wrist exerted force, and the lock along with part of the door fra broke.
The door, which was initially functional, now beca a piece of battered debris.
"..."
Even so, the person inside the room remained silent.
He neither scread in fear from having the lock forcibly broken nor made any other movents. This reaction was as though he feared sothing so much that he dared not move at all.
Ronald scanned around.
The room contained only a guest area and a partition with a bed, not too large in size; two steps inside would allow one to see the entire room. The man being investigated was huddled on the bed, his eyes clearly filled with fear.
It was just as Ronald scanned the surroundings.
The man, who had been curled up in bed, slightly lifted his head, and at last, he saw the figure of the person who had snapped the lock.
"..."
The mont he saw Ronald’s appearance, the man was montarily stunned.
With the aid of Fury’s power, Ronald quickly discerned the man’s shifting emotions. The initial fear quickly turned into bewildernt, and finally, shifted into a state of retaliatory rage.
"If you’re going to show up now, don’t bla !"
As his words fell, the man half-sat on the bed and raised his hand, his Magic Power beginning to gather rapidly at his fingertips.
Driven by the anger and fear in his heart, he imdiately wanted to kill the man in front of him to slightly ease his own tense emotions.
However, upon seeing the other’s move,
Ronald’s expression did not change in the slightest, calmly unleashing the authority of "Angel":
"Shut up!"
"..."
The Spell the Caster on the bed was preparing was instantly interrupted.
Under Ronald’s authoritative command, which was of classical level, the man could hardly mount any proper resistance. The beginning of his incantation stalled in his throat, and the Magic Power he had summoned chaotically surged within his body.
At this mont, all that was left for the man was bewildernt.
He had initially thought the ordinary person, altered by the Spell of the Swollen Demon and who had fled to the room he was hiding in was undergoing so anomaly. Killing such a person now only ant that the other guy was out of luck.
But to encounter such a powerful Spell right off the bat...
Honestly, it was completely beyond his expectations.
The man had envisaged scenarios where the plan went awry, and higher-ups from his school might co to handle the issue and perhaps off him with a slap; or that humans affected by the Swollen Demon would all go mad, ultimately overwhelming him in a sea of bodies; or even that the investigators would co knocking on his door to take him directly to jail.
But this situation...
A young, handso man possessing such a powerful Spell, now standing alone before him?
He surely recognized his own school’s people, and it couldn’t possibly be one of them.
Humans influenced by the Swollen Demon being coherent was hard enough, let alone appearing clear-headed, young, and handso.
As for the investigators...
Being chased by them was not a matter of a day or two.
Investigators, who operated in pairs or groups of three, certainly didn’t send just one person.
So... who exactly was this guy?
However, in Ronald’s eyes, the situation was completely different.
A command forced the other to stop his Spell, and the evil Magic Power from the failed casting imdiately leaked out.
Standing at the ritual node of the cult Magician, wielding evil Magic Power, and attacking the mont he saw soone. Even the dimst person could guess that this guy was a cult Magician!
"Co here—"
Having confird this, Ronald imdiately gestured with one hand.
The previously frantic cult Magician was thus lifted straight from the bed and landed in Ronald’s hand, with black mist clinging to him to keep him utterly under control.
Finally, an expression of sudden realization appeared on the face of the cult Magician.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t recognized him earlier, now with Ronald’s signature Hellish black mist erging in front of him, how could he not realize that this was Ronald, the fad Sigil holder of Spring City?
Just then,
Ronald smiled faintly at the cult Magician, whose face was full of shock.
"Friend, we really do have so fate."
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