Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Like a heart, the magic stone began to vibrate.

The magic circle beneath the statue suddenly shone brightly, piercing the steel castle like a laser and shooting straight into the sky. Invisible energy waves spread outward rapidly like ripples.

Boom!

Beatrice's body fell from the air, staring at the dome with empty eyes.

Ron had no time to care about her situation as he was busy with his own affairs.

The moment Beatrice touched the magic stone, an unparalleled force attempted to pull his spirit out of his body.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

"Upgrade me!"

[Level has been increased to level 25]

[Level has been increased to level 26]

[Level has been increased to level 27]

With each level increase, his consciousness will be awake for five more seconds.

Ron had endured for a long time for this moment.

In order to make full use of the five seconds of invincibility brought by the level increase, he has been enduring humiliation during this period.

Do you know how painful it is to have enough experience points to level up but not be able to click on them?

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

"Keep upgrading!"

[Level has been increased to level 28]

[Level has been increased to level 29]

Ron timed it right, waiting for the Magic Stone's self-defense cooldown to cool down.

One minute. As long as he can hold on for one minute, the Magic Stone will enter a short period of energy storage. This period of time is the best opportunity for him to destroy the Magic Stone.

Fortunately, it is not chained. If it is chained, it does not need to store energy and can last indefinitely.

……

[Level has been increased to level 34]

[Level has been increased to level 35]

[Level has been increased to level 36]

When the level reached 34, one minute was up.

But the Divine Purification Array was not closed. To prevent himself from misreading the seconds, Ron cautiously waited until he reached level 36 before taking action.

He only has 15 seconds left.

"15 seconds, that's long enough."

Ron held the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, with a confident smile on his face.

Third-level martial arts—Treading on the Dew!

A shadow streaked across the air.

In just a few seconds, the ghost-like black sword chopped dozens of times in succession.

Kaka...

Dense cracks covered the magic stone, and finally reached the critical point, exploding with a bang.

Chapter 39 It’s Me

As the magic stone was destroyed, the pillar of light that shot up into the sky quickly dimmed and condensed until it turned into a silk thread that broke and dissipated in the air.

[Level has been increased to level 39]

Ron tiptoed onto the ground, sheathed his knife and stood up.

The obscure array patterns gradually lost their luster under the feet, and the originally bright space became dim.

Bang!

The iron door was knocked open by brute force.

More than thirty fully armed guards rushed in and surrounded Ron.

Things had developed to this point, and even though Ron still had the face of Earl Lawrence, he could no longer fool these knights.

No matter how dumb these knights were, they would realize they had been deceived when they saw the divine purification array was destroyed.

The leading knight angrily cursed, "You damned bastard! How dare you disguise yourself as Earl Lawrence and destroy the formation?"

His resentful eyes seemed to want to tear Ron into pieces.

Ron took two steps back, leaned against the statue, spread his hands and smiled: "You should thank me."

His provocative words completely enraged the surrounding knights: "Catch him!"

Thirty knights surrounded him.

Ron leaned against the statue and looked at the charging knight calmly.

boom!

The next second, three layers of purple magic shields formed a triangle to protect Ron, and then quickly expanded, squeezing out the knights rushing up from all around.

Oh?

Ron looked down at Beatrice at his feet in surprise.

Beatrice, who was lying on the ground, raised one hand, and the magic light flowed in her hand.

Not dead yet?

Ron looked into her eyes and thought to himself that this woman was really lucky.

If an ordinary person was hit by the magic stone just now, he would become mentally retarded if not dead.

This war slave named Beatrice not only did not become mentally retarded, but her eyes became clearer.

Compared to her previous empty eyes, her gaze now clearly looked more like a normal person, although there was still no trace of emotion.

To destroy the divine purification array, one must sacrifice a person.

In every aspect, war slaves are the most suitable.

War slaves are not only easy to control, but also have a short lifespan.

As for Beatrice, if Ron didn't rescue her, what was the difference between her being alive and dead in the dungeon?

Instead of letting her die pointlessly in the dungeon, it would be better to make the best use of her and let her die in a more valuable way.

Of course, Ron didn't bring her here to die.

War slaves are different from ordinary people. Their minds are imprisoned and their mental strength is controlled by slavery shackles. The mental impact of the magic stone at that moment has a certain probability of being resisted by the slavery shackles, thus liberating their self-thoughts.

Although the probability is only one in ten, it is still a path to new life.

And that one in ten chance of survival now really happened to her.

What Ron was more curious about now was that after she regained her self-awareness, she actually chose to help him out.

You know, he was planning to sacrifice her.

The slavery shackles around Beatrice's neck did not disappear, and she was still under her own control, but as a person with self-awareness, she could choose to turn a blind eye before receiving her own orders.

Anyway, it's just a matter of changing the owner.

"What was going on in your mind, helping me, the one who was planning to sacrifice you?"

Ron asked curiously as he watched her slowly stand up from the ground.

She didn't answer Ron's question, but calmly took Ron's hand and said, "Let's go out."

This was the first time Ron heard her voice.

It was a gentle voice, but a little hoarse.

"Go away." Ron gently shook her hand away.

She looked back at Ron in confusion.

Ron stretched out lazily, leaned against the statue, and said, "Don't worry about me. You are free now. Leave here while you still have a chance. Then find a place without too much intrigue and enjoy the rest of your life."

Beatrice stared at him, and her beautiful cold eyes couldn't help but blink.

From the moment she was put into the shackles of slavery, freedom became a very unfamiliar word to her.

"Looks like you can't leave." Ron suddenly laughed.

Before Beatrice could comprehend the situation, her three magic shields were shattered by a fierce golden beam.

The next second, a golden light flew in from outside the castle and hovered in the air.

Beatrice looked up.

She was a woman wearing a white nun's uniform. She looked young, holding a magic wand in her snow-white hands. Her amber eyes were cold as she looked down indifferently at the man beside her...

"Lady Keltia."

Seeing Celia, the knights who were temporarily helpless with the magic shield showed joy.

"you……"

Ron looked to the side and saw Beatrice raise her hand expressionlessly, pointing it into the air, and magic power surged.

He shook his head helplessly.

Why bother?

boom!

Before the magic could take shape, Beatrice's body flew away like a kite with a broken string.

Celtia never glanced at him from beginning to end; her gaze was fixed on the calm figure in front of the statue.