This man... was Connor.
At this mont, the man boarding the multi-masted sailboat was rembered by Ronald.
During the typhoon incident back then, Connor was one of the individuals summoned by the Gred Royal Family to the island, and he even took the ti to study that half-human, half-beast creature similar to a Siren.
But unexpectedly, Ronald saw him again at such an event.
Especially since Connor himself had joined the team preparing to subdue the "Nine Commandnts" eting.
"Ah—"
While Ronald was contemplating Connor’s related information.
This Caster’s magic fluctuation began to change, thereafter forming a vibration similar to singing that spread around.
The voice, filled with magic, imdiately reminded Ronald of that Siren.
Both abilities bore a very high resemblance.
Had Connor figured out the Siren’s ability during his ti on the island?
The spell, completely transford into sound waves, propagated through glaciers and gigantic tentacles, and soon also reached Ronald, who was approaching the multi-masted sailboat.
The speed of sound, seamless, hard to dodge.
Faced with this situation, Ronald simply accelerated and continued flying toward the other person’s position.
If he couldn’t dodge, then he would compare raw strength and speed!
As a Spell user, Connor sensed Ronald’s position the mont his magic took effect.
He imdiately shifted his gaze to search in the glacier and called out:
"He’s due north!"
"My spell can’t stop him..."
His voice broke off abruptly.
Connor found Ronald, bearing white wings, his gaze piercing the black night to see the other.
Although there were so changes.
But he still recognized him, it was the Ronald who had ventured out to sea with him.
"You’ve got to be kidding ?"
"Fight with this thing?"
As his eyes shifted down to the sailboat below, Connor almost instantly made a decision.
"Ah!"
With an inexplicable scream as the start.
For so unknown reason, Connor himself fell off the mast and then disappeared into the shattered chaotic sea.
Even as people on the multi-masted sailboat tried to find him.
But the search yielded no results.
"..."
The person who had stepped forward to locate the enemy ended up like this, and the rest aboard the vessel could not react instantly.
During this ti.
Crossing the final distance, Ronald arrived near the multi-masted sailboat.
Boom—
A loud bang.
Ronald hit right under the ship, breaking the keel with sheer bodily strength and giving no one ti to react, the dark "Sword of Saint Catherine," with a snap of the fingers, covered as if with the radiance of the sun’s brilliance.
"Go!"
With a loud shout, Ronald’s sword followed his voice.
The original Spell user, maintaining the spell, had no intention to resist at all, disconnected the magic support and rolled aside, as feeble and powerless as a sheep scared by a tiger.
Then, the Saint’s legacy and the power of the canonical spell.
Struck the Array on the ground without any hindrance.
The Array, which had accumulated a vast amount of magic, was undoubtedly completely destroyed, and the power of the radiant daylight even ignited the cabin it was in.
It was only at this mont, lying on the ground, that the Caster finally ca to his senses.
"You... you bastard..."
"Shut up."
Ronald coldly gagged him with a command.
He also ended the spell the other was secretly preparing.
The hellish black fog dripped from the tips of Ronald’s fingers to the ground, encompassing the flas and completely shrouding everyone in the cabin. There were those who attempted to resist Ronald’s suppression, but being between two dinsions naturally determined the outco of the battle.
—These people couldn’t even utter the beginning of a spell.
Ronald’s gaze swept through the pitch-dark room as he murmured softly,
"There are five people in total..."
There were only five people here, among whom the one leading the spell was probably a holder of the original texts.
rely this outco was far from achieving victory.
"Roar—"
Suddenly, a roar mixed with the noise of a tearing storm ca from outside.
The ground continuously shook and trembled. lted sea water and ice blocks instantly poured into the ship from the breach that Ronald had just created, and the temperature inside dropped as well.
Ronald’s eyes lit up, imdiately understanding the situation.
Bapulor had completely suppressed the Frozen Spell and was now confronting the Wind Elent outside.
Two calamitous behemoths clashed above the sea...
Had it not been for soone maintaining the stability of the multi-masted ship, it would have been shattered by the ice and waves.
At this mont, among the four spells being prepared on the ship,
the last one was successfully launched.
The first spell was an ergency initiation of the Frozen Spell, the second was summoning a Wind Elent creature, and the third spell was directly disrupted by Ronald.
And this fourth one completely changed the environnt of the entire multi-masted ship.
Dark shadows crept from any dark position nearby, transforming every bit of darkness or shadow into a dangerous environnt.
Which school’s caster had summoned this powerful move?
Ronald frowned, and with a swift motion, he swung the Sword of Saint Catherine forward, the power of the sun simultaneously striking the cabin walls.
However, this ti was unlike before.
The scorching power of the sun was unable to ignite the darkness.
The thing created by this spell was not of an evil attribute.
Whoosh—
As if responding to Ronald’s attack,
a volley of pitch-black arrows shot out from the shifting shadows.
After Ronald blocked them, the arrows turned into black smoke and rged back into the shadows, as if nothing had happened.
However, this response confird Ronald’s situation.
"This is a barrier..."
He had borrowed similar materials during his ti at the "Book Research Society."
Once ford, this type of barrier transforms the environnt to be most advantageous for the caster.
If one wanted to overco this type of situation,
there were two fastest thods:
—Kill the caster and destroy the Array.
—Pour powerful magic into it and outright destroy the barrier with sheer force.
Ronald was utterly fearless.
He decisively lifted the Sword of Saint Catherine, with several seals from the original texts appearing on his wrist.
The magic it contained...
was inconceivable.
"Co on!"
Snap—
Timing his strike, Ronald thrust his sword into the shifting shadows.
His magic reserves, beyond what the caster had imagined, imdiately surged into the newly ford barrier.
Then, disaster struck right in front of the caster on the multi-masted ship.
They had been connected by specific spells, with several people together providing massive magic to sustain the barrier, theoretically suppressing any conventional caster.
Unfortunately, Ronald was not conventional.
Magic several tis greater than that of the original text holders poured in, crushing the magic of the sustainers along with it.
The laboriously crafted barrier burst in an instant.
And the multi-masted ship had no choice but to continue facing the threat posed by the two behemoths clashing.
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