I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 43: Facing the Fourth Order (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

Outside the Cult of Pain's stronghold.

In the dense bushes, Ron looked at Sid Flores and asked quietly:
"Mr. Sid, do you have any way to deal with the two guards in front?"

The silver-haired young man had a cold expression on his face and said in the lonely tone of a master:

"No."

"I am proficient in alchemy, and I am a clerical worker."

Why can't you do this so confidently?

Ron curled his lips and immediately looked at the two cultists who were doing something in the woods.

In such a place with great mental and physical pressure,
Everyone feels lonely, empty, and cold.

"Can you do it?"

"No, let me do it instead!"

Such complaints were faintly heard in the breeze.

Hearing this, Ron's expression suddenly became extremely serious.

He knew that someone was facing difficulties and needed the help of holy light and justice.

The boy winked at Sid, asking him to stay where he was, while he carefully moved forward and came behind the two cultists.

What an unbearable picture that was!

I saw a cultist with dark circles under his eyes, looking weak and listless.

Faced with his companions' urging, he seemed particularly anxious.

Obviously, being a troublemaker is a job that requires talent and skills.

"Then let me help you!"

Illusion!
Ron raised his right palm, aimed it at the cultist standing behind him, and launched this powerful magic that was so realistic that it was indistinguishable from the real thing.

The soft complaints on the breeze disappeared and instantly turned into two panicked screams.

"what!!!"

"It's so exciting!"

"Why is it stuck in there?"

It's now!

While the two cultists were locked together, Ron swooped down, drew out his sword in an instant, and cut the throats of the two cultists at an extremely tricky angle.

[You killed two Compassionate Followers (unranked), Holy Sword Skill Proficiency +20]

[Holy Sword Art (Mastery 212/300) Notes.]

The information on the proficiency panel flashed quickly, and at the same time, Ron felt that his swordsmanship seemed to have become more refined.

Before I could feel happy, another prompt popped up on the panel.

【Mistress of Mercy glanced at you.】

The mistress below!

Ron's face darkened, and he raised his middle finger in his heart to this despicable evil god who always liked to spy on him.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the distance.

Before Ron could listen carefully, he saw Sid Flores suddenly jump out from the bushes.

"A total of 435 people, most of whom are first-level Pain Cultists."

"This number is all the defenses of the stronghold!"

The silver-haired young man spoke very quickly, and then pushed Investigator Ron hard.

"Level 3 Investigator, you go first. I'll find a way to lure them away!"

Ron was slightly stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that a scene of life and death would happen at this moment.

He had just heard Mr. Sid say that he was not good at fighting.

And now I have to stay behind to cover his retreat!

"Mr. Sid, let's go together..."

Before the blond boy could utter a single word of emotion, he saw Sid Flores pull out a white candle from his pocket and quickly light it.

Why do you still have "Darkness is leaving 3.0 very quickly"?

Seeing this scene, Ron's words were stuck in his mouth for a while, and then turned into:
"Mr. Sid, let's run separately!" "Okay!"

Every time someone runs out, there is a greater chance of leaking information.

This is undoubtedly the best solution at this stage.

Besides, Ron felt that Mr. Sid, who was running with a candle, was much safer than himself!

The chaotic footsteps gradually intensified. Sid Flores broke a candle in his hand into several pieces, lit them up and threw them in different places to delay the cultists.

This method has to be said to be very effective.

Because Ron could already hear the sound of cultists vomiting and falling to the ground, as well as the painful howls of tracking hounds.

What a hearty Akaashi!
The robe scraped against the leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

Perhaps because the "Holy Sword Technique" increased his strength, Ron, as a wizard, did not feel tired. Instead, he felt a sense of freedom and joy as he ran.

But at this moment, the young mage suddenly felt something falling rapidly from the sky.
He retreated quickly and changed direction in an instant. A meteor hammer wrapped with a long iron chain smashed the ground into a huge pit nearly ten meters wide.

"Where are you going, Gandalf the Deacon!"

At this moment, Ron felt like he was being stared at by some extremely dangerous beast.

The holy light elements surrounding him instantly sensed the enemy's position.

There is one person on the right and ten people in front - Ron faintly heard the Holy Light Element say this.

"Well, I'm going to do something nice."

The blond boy spoke nonsense and glanced at Aleka who came out of the woods.

The leader of the stronghold, who was wearing a blood-red military uniform and a military cap with a skull logo, did not listen to Ron's nonsense.

He just shook his palm lightly and took the heavy meteor hammer covered with spikes back to his side.

At the same time, ten cultists jumped out from the bushes in front, quickly dispersed, and trapped Ron in the encirclement.

Trouble.
Seeing this scene, the blond boy's face couldn't help but become solemn.

Judging from their aura, the Pain Cultists surrounding him should all be second-level elites.

And Aleka, who was blocking the right side, was a fourth-level warrior.

He was two levels higher than Ron and was the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered since his debut.

The young man held a long sword in his hand, and golden holy light mixed with magic power rose from his robe.

At this moment, Ron's heart was filled with fighting spirit.

But at this moment, a humanoid creature wrapped in a black robe was thrown in front of Ron.

"Mr. Snake!"

The blond boy was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

Because there was not a single piece of good flesh on Snake's body at this time, he was tortured to the point that he looked like a human being. He could only look at Ron weakly with his last breath.

"Oh, he didn't say anything, and in the end he didn't give you up."

"He just said he knew nothing and had not been bribed by the Vatican."

Looking at Ron's sad expression, Aleka seemed to enjoy it very much and loudly recounted the entire process of her interrogation of Snake.

Hearing this, Snake, who was only breathing his last breath, began to tremble violently. He looked at Ron with pitiful eyes, wanting him to help him clarify.

However, the blond boy's words made his vision go dark, and he only had half a breath left.

"Mr. Snake, you've been undercover in the Order of Pain. Your dream of seeking justice and redeeming yourself hasn't been fulfilled yet. You can't die yet!"

At this moment, Snake finally knew which bastard was framing him behind his back!
Oh it's you!

The broken trachea made a wheezing sound, Snake stared at Ron with his eyes wide open, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Go (your mother)!

Faintly, Ron seemed to hear Mr. Snake telling him not to avenge him and to run away quickly.

But is he the kind of person who is afraid of death?

"Don't worry, Mr. Snake, I will let everyone know that you are a good person!"

After hearing Ron's words, the cultist breathed his last breath peacefully in the young man's eyes.

【Mistress of Mercy glanced at you.】

I hope you can give me some comments, brothers. It’s so hard to type alone.

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(End of this chapter)