"..."
Ronald's face displayed an 'as expected' ugly expression.
Although the cultist sorcerer who spoke up and 'confessed' later beca intermittent in his speech, just from those initial statents, the intentions of these cultist sorcerers were already confird.
The adventurer they were pursuing truly stumbled upon an earth-shattering crisis by accident.
Indeed, it's worthy of the na of this profession.
Faced with the problem that suddenly appeared and required soone to handle it, Ronald was in an extrely bad mood.
He stepped forward and casually dealt with the few cultist sorcerers, then continued towards the entrance of the open basent.
"..."
Phil cautiously followed behind Ronald.
When passing by the four cultist sorcerers who had fallen on the ground, Phil's young face initially showed so reluctance. But rembering how his father looked when he died, that reluctance completely disappeared.
With an extrely disgusted look, Phil glanced at them and imdiately stopped paying attention to these guys.
The two of them passed through the basent entrance, and the scene below imdiately entered their view.
These cultist sorcerers acted extrely boldly. Walking down the stairs, Ronald could see a complex array drawn in the center of the room. At the sa ti, twelve cultist sorcerers surrounded the spacious basent, seriously presiding over the ceremony that emitted magic fluctuations, without reacting to the outside world.
Only a few others standing guard at the side showed vigilance towards Ronald and Phil's arrival.
For these cultist sorcerers, Ronald and Phil's arrival was beyond their imagination.
They had detected the magic fluctuations on the surface.
But they never expected their leader to be defeated so quickly. In less than a minute, three combat elites perished alongside the leader above… the actions were just too swift!
"You, you're Ronald?"
anwhile, soone in the basent recognized Ronald's identity.
The leader who hadn't returned to the surface was obviously in a bad mood, coupled with the presence of the original holder; even the most foolish person could realize the situation they were in.
"Do it!"
Almost identical to the sorcerers above, the few guards here simultaneously launched an attack, while one with idle ti started chanting a spell, evidently preparing to send a ssage like before in the ice sculpture gallery.
"Such wishful thinking."
Ronald had already witnessed such ans before, so how could he possibly allow the opponent to transmit a ssage freely now?
So, before the opponent finished the spell, he casually controlled a long stick in the basent, which broke into several segnts in the air and flew towards that person.
Thump, thump, thump—
The opponent's speed after chanting was completely overpowered.
The cultist sorcerer couldn't react at all and was directly pinned to the wall by several wooden sticks, dying in an instant.
He then turned his gaze towards the other cultist sorcerers charging at him or casting spells from where they stood, and only then did Ronald draw the Sword of Saint Catherine, slashing at the person in front of him with one swift motion.
Whoosh—
Brilliant firelight instantly ignited in the basent.
The magic power of the cultist sorcerers inherently possessed a sinister trait, naturally restrained by Ronald's [Power of the Sun]. With this slash, the entire person was rapidly ignited, instantly becoming a bright torch.
"This suits just fine."
In such a scenario, Ronald could only say it suited his interests perfectly.
As the ignited sorcerer in front of him died, he activated the Sword of Saint Catherine's ability to control hearts at the sa ti.
Buzz—
Invisible fluctuations spread throughout the basent.
The power of the Sword of Saint Catherine extended to multiple people, naturally weakening. Additionally, these enemies were all cultist sorcerers skilled in spells, further reducing its impact.
On average, each person experienced about one to two seconds of ntal daze.
But that was enough.
Among those present, aside from the sorcerers attacking Ronald, even the twelve who were maintaining the ceremony couldn't escape the influence of the Sword of Saint Catherine!
If just one or two people lost control, it might have been fine.
But for twelve people to simultaneously interrupt their control over the array…
Such a huge impact caused the magical power in the array to instantly spiral out of control. Even though the twelve sorcerers quickly regained consciousness and tried to restart control over the array, the magical flow within the ceremony was no longer the sa as before.
"Who, who did this!"
"Interfering with this ceremony, not even the original holder can save you!"
Among the twelve cultist sorcerers, soone realized this irreparable loss.
Taking advantage of the few seconds when they lost focus, he imdiately started cursing. But as he turned his head, what he saw was a rush of firelight approaching him.
"What?"
Only having ti to utter a syllable of confusion, the cultist sorcerer hadn't yet regained control of the ceremony when he was engulfed head-on by the approaching flas.
The sinister magic power within him collided with the [Power of the Sun].
Just like the other sorcerers, he instantly turned into a torch under painful burning.
In fact, it was during the few seconds when the Sword of Saint Catherine took effect.
Ronald's figure was already weaving back and forth in the basent, relying on his formidable physique to cleanse the enemies one by one, inciting a considerable fiery blaze.
This scene was fully observed by Phil.
In the young girl's eyes, Ronald flashed back and forth in the basent with ghostly speed, leaving behind raging flas wherever he went, embodying a spirit of doom walking amidst the fire.
And in Phil's truly accurate insight, a facet of Ronald's true power slowly unfolded. Only now did she finally distinguish Ronald from other casters.
This man who saved her from dire straits.
Was actually a mighty powerhouse of unparalleled strength!
"..."
Under Phil's quiet watch, Ronald completed the cleansing of the entire basent.
By the ti the firelight of [Power of the Sun] faded there, the previous figures of all the cultist sorcerers had completely vanished. In the slightly dim room, only she and Ronald remained standing.
"Phil, you can co over and have a look too."
At this mont, Ronald waved at Phil.
Phil imdiately trotted over, simultaneously noticing the sowhat grave expression on Ronald's face.
After dealing with the cultist sorcerers in this hidden stronghold.
Ronald naturally set his sights on the array in the basent.
—The outco was worriso.
Although they had lost the original twelve presiders, the magical fluctuations on the ground were still flowing slowly.
With Ronald's extrely strong perception of magic.
He quickly discerned that this ritual's array had several nodes extending to other parts of the city.
To put it simply.
This basent array was just the tip of the iceberg.
What the cultist sorcerers prepared tonight also had many more parts hidden in various places across Waterfall City!
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