Little William didn’t die imdiately.
In fact, just as Bapulor said, this man was also proficient in the spellcraft of the dark Magician sect.
The mont he realized his body had sustained a lethal injury,
Little William activated a spell to alter the state of his flesh; nurous buds burst from his wound, starting to reconstitute his organs and sew his body back together.
In just two seconds,
The man had repaired the damage inflicted by Ronald’s sword.
However, Little William, after all, was not Bapulor, who had direct mastery over the original texts.
Although his bisected body was reconnected, his complexion was incredibly poor, and his exposed skin showed not a trace of blood.
His entire appearance
Was akin to a specin fished out from formalin.
"..."
With such a body, Little William still looked in bewildernt at Ronald across the water.
Not a vestige of the multi-masted shipwreck he had sealed could be seen.
But this man, Ronald, who shouldn’t have appeared in the first place, was now floating there.
Soon, confusion faded from the man’s eyes.
As Little William began to reset his defensive spells, he quickly glanced towards his old boss:
"Bapulor, you’ve really found yourself a good helper, I..."
"Are you panicking?" Little William had just opened his mouth to say sothing when Bapulor opened his eyes wide with a smile, saying, "You’re scared, aren’t you?"
"What reason are you going to use to try to drive a wedge between and Ronald?"
"Co on, spit it out."
"..."
Little William’s expression instantly filled with resentnt.
He pointed his finger at Bapulor, continually shaking it, "You... You really think you know everything, that my everything, including my life and death, is within your plans?"
Then Bapulor answered very earnestly:
"That’s still a bit off, isn’t it? That impressive-sounding title temporarily belongs to Dantrian, right?"
"..."
Little William was rendered speechless by Bapulor’s response.
As he pondered how to proceed, an even more crisis-laden situation arose.
Bapulor, still watching his underling with interest,
Didn’t even begrudge him the freedom to cast any spell he wanted.
However, Ronald was not so accommodative.
While these few words were exchanged, this man used the ti to recite an incantation, clearly preparing to launch an attack on him!
"Wuwa——"
Suddenly, a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with flesh spurted from Little William’s mouth.
His face turned nearly to that of a complete corpse.
As the figure of the Caster stiffened in the air, he realized that his heart had been crushed by an invisible force, and that this force was even going on to attack his other organs!
Yet the spell was as quick to vanish as it was to arrive.
After crushing the heart, it imdiately lost its strength and then ceased to be effective.
He almost died.
Little William was very sure of that.
If it weren’t for the spell he had initiated just now to repair his body, there would have been no other outco after his heart was crushed by soone’s grasp.
And having sustained another potentially fatal blow,
Little William’s strength had reached its limit.
Even if Ronald and Bapulor didn’t continue their assault and rely faced off, he would pass out on his own in about a quarter of an hour.
Thinking of this, Little William couldn’t help but cast his gaze towards Bapulor.
If he could master the school’s original texts like his "dear old boss," an injury like this could be repaired over a dozen tis with ease, and he would never have ended up in such a dire state.
"I... really have it good, don’t I..."
Sothing occurred to Little William, and he began to clench his teeth as he activated his last trump card.
At that mont, Bapulor sent his regards with noticeable concern:
"Little William, have you co to terms with it? Are you willing to die now?"
"I rember you are from the southern county; I believe there’s a custom there to bury birds at funerals. How many would you like, what kind...?"
Little William could no longer contain himself and roared as he punched himself in the stomach.
"Go to Hell yourself!"
——At this very mont.
——Ronald was rushing towards the position of the two heretical magicians.
With his current outstanding ability to perceive, he was aware of Bapulor and Little William’s actions.
The two attacks that had just occurred were undoubtedly aid at taking Little William’s life.
Unfortunately, these heretical magicians’ spells were so pesky that even wounds fatal enough to kill could be nded in a really short ti.
Right now, the fog from Hell was not flying as fast as the person himself.
The chance to use the most lethal long-range attack had also been used up.
Therefore, Ronald’s choice was naturally to imdiately close the distance with Little William and use the Sword of Saint Catherine in his hand to completely end the enemy’s life.
After all, judging by appearances alone, one could tell that Little William was at the end of his strength.
He posed no significant threat.
A hundred ters’ distance, with Ronald’s current speed, was covered in the blink of an eye.
However, Little William’s act of desperation was simply to raise his hand and deliver a brutal punch to his own belly.
Snap—
His palm pierced through flesh, and sothing resembling a children’s flipbook was yanked out along with blood and tissue.
Boom!
The next second, a violent explosion was triggered from Little William’s hand.
Ronald could feel the original-class magic power emanating from this individual, and his first thought was that Little William wanted his original text to go berserk, pulling everyone into the trial of the original text.
Sadly... Ronald was mistaken.
This Little William looked sowhat intelligent, but as a favorite underling of Bapulor, how could he lack a trait that made him seem insane?
Little William’s action was not to make the original text go berserk.
He had chosen to sacrifice himself, and in doing so, had activated the most powerful sacrificial spell contained within his original text.
And the target of this sacrificial spell...
It was the original text that Little William had just extracted from within his body!
After the explosive burst of magic power began to flow, it imdiately collided with the book that was its source.
That instant, a powerful current of air erupted from the original text.
The imnse magic power began to dissipate instantly.
Ronald and Bapulor, being the closest to Little William, couldn’t even stabilize their forms in ti and were blown away trendous distances.
Above the sea, Ronald steadied himself as swiftly as he could manage.
He raised the Sword of Saint Catherine in front of him and looked up, preparing to withstand the terrible attack that was about to co.
——His field of vision was severely affected.
The explosion had churned the seawater and ice shards, and the mingled currents of air and magic power made everything chaotically turbulent... In such a situation, relying solely on the naked eye was futile in discerning any valuable information!
Two more seconds passed before Ronald caught the first stir.
That was Bapulor’s furious bellowing:
"Little William, have you lost your mind?"
"Since you’re going to die anyway, you just had to ss up your own original text, didn’t you?"
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