Mystic Dominator

"Tsk—"

Ronald smacked his lips, his expression a little helpless.

There is nothing he can do about Baproul's extreme emotions. With a snap of his fingers, the ability of the [Chief Angel] will immediately take effect.

After the explosion, the airflow and clutter itself is weakening.

Faced with Ronald's active ability, the uncontrolled spell was immediately cleared out of an empty area.

Darkness can bring obstacles.

But it couldn't stop Ronald and Baprol's sight.

Above the pitch-dark sea, where Little William was originally, a strangely shaped thing replaced the original cult warlock.

This is a thing whose body is made up of straight lines and has the outline of a human.

Originally the position of the human head, a concave triangular opening was located in the center, which looked like an organ used to observe the world.

Other than that, the thing overall appears to be completely black.

Not mixed with any excess...

No, it's a bit inaccurate to say it's black.

Ronald's excellent senses are far beyond ordinary people, and when he looks at this thing carefully, he will have a vague feeling.

- This black is not a color.

——It is this substance that has a special phagocytic effect on light.

——so its true color cannot be distinguished.

Especially the reminder of the power of ‘Rage’.

Since the appearance of the thing in front of him, the spell in "The Divine Comedy - Hell Chapter" has not responded at all, which eliminates the possibility that this thing is a transformation of William.

So the cult warlock realized he couldn't win.

Killing yourself and destroying the original text, and then summoning such a thing?

What trouble will it cause myself and Paprol?

"..."

"This...what is this?"

While Ronald was still thinking and scrutinizing, Baproul's approach was more straightforward.

He pulled out one of his tentacles and swiped directly at the black object.

Snapped--

Thick tentacles slapped the black object.

And then...then the thing was annihilated!

The appearance that seems mysterious and mysterious has no effect at all, but it is instantly destroyed by the tentacles with a single blow, and even a trace of remnants cannot be found in the air.

Little William in exchange for death and the original text.

Is it such a thing with a silver pewter head?

Or is there something or an effect that they can't detect, has appeared in front of their eyes?

Fighting instinct told Ronald.

Can't believe what's happening right in front of you.

"..."

"Hahaha--"

"This guy, little William this guy!"

"Did he finally fail to construct a spell?"

Ronald continued to look around, but Baprol had his own opinion.

He thought for the first time that he had won tonight, and then started laughing out loud on the sea.

Another few seconds passed, and the laughter of the cult warlock leader began to fade.

Dissatisfaction and complaints turned to his face:

"God **** it, what a waste of things."

"It's a good book, and you actually let you ruin it like this!"

While speaking, Baproul also flew to the place where Little William was originally, and shoved his huge tentacles into the water and stirred vigorously.

Wait until really nothing else is found.

Only then did Baprol retract his tentacles, and at the same time his body began to transform into a human appearance:

"Ronald, let's go back?"

Ronald still asked worriedly:

"Paproul, do you really think William's spell has failed?"

"I'm not very concerned."

Baproul looked at Ronald in silence for a while, and then explained:

"Ronald, you're just frightening yourself."

"Although Little William's ability is strong enough, it is impossible for people to never miss a time. And when this kind of reality called bad luck comes to the front, there is only one dead end."

"Let's go, our goal for tonight has been accomplished."

"If you continue to stay here, those guys who fled back to Springs don't know if they will cause trouble!"

"..."

Ronald was silent.

Although Baproul has some problems with his brain, it does not affect his words and there is some truth to it. Finally, his gaze swept across the water, confirming that there was no magic power fluctuation of any degree here.

Ronald still nodded:

"Okay, then let's..."

Halfway through his words, Ronald stopped suddenly.

His eyes stayed on a piece of sea water illuminated by moonlight, and after a few seconds, he looked up suddenly, only to find something incomprehensible.

- The moon in the sky.

——It turned out to be a triangle!

How to say?

Triangular planet?

Ronald knew how big the universe was, but the moon in this shape was unheard of.

Not to mention he was a little sure.

During the battle just now, the moon in the sky was always round!

Ronald really didn't know how to deal with such a scene he had never encountered before. His suspicious gaze was placed on Baproul, who was still unaware. He immediately asked:

"Paprol, look up there!"

"above……"

The cult warlocks on the sea are also straightforward.

He looked up at Ronald's instructions in a eloquent manner, and saw the triangular moon as well.

"Yue... eh?!"

Baprol didn't react at first~www.readwn.com~ He quickly turned his head to look at Ronald, then the sky, and finally the surroundings. After repeating this action several times, he suddenly slammed into the air. Waking up, he asked Ronald in a suspicious tone:

"Ronald, the moon is triangular?"

Ronald replied solemnly:

"If I remember correctly, it should be round."

"..."

At this moment, Ronald and Baprol no longer need to communicate.

The facts before us speak for themselves.

Little William took the original and his life as the price of the trump card, and he did not fail at all.

The situation Ronald and Baproul are now in.

It is the greatest manifestation of the opponent's success!

At this time, the two of them were a little timid even when they moved their positions.

After all, they didn't know anything about William's original scriptures, and they didn't know what the changes were.

It stayed in the air stiffly for a few minutes.

Seeing that there was no change in the sea, and there were no strange creatures attacking the two of them, Baproul took the initiative to ask:

"Ronald, what do you think we should do?"

A wry smile appeared on Ronald's face:

"Whether the [Book Research Association] or the [Church], or even the most professional [Investigation Bureau], I have not seen any similar records or response methods."

Facing Ronald's answer.

The cult warlock blinked, and then said sincerely:

"To tell you the truth, me too."

"..."

Looking at Baproul, Ronald was really annoyed.

However, he still suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and then took the initiative to propose:

"Even so, we can't just sit still right now."

"How about... let's go to the shore and have a look?"