Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 490 - 487: The Curtain Falls

As the last to reach the ground,

Ronald set foot on the earth and saw the "commendable deeds" his "companions" had committed.

More than a dozen casters from the Nine Commandments secret society, who had been hiding in the mountain, were sought out one by one and killed, a way to vent their anger from when they were dragged into the magic trial.

The investigator here clearly wanted to stop these people’s actions.

After all, these living mouths were the best subjects for interrogation.

However, considering the performance failure of the Investigative Office tonight, as well as the identities and positions of the people in front of him, the investigator ultimately didn’t speak out. He only managed to pull out two enemies, knock them out, tie them up, and preserve them as the most basic prisoners of the night.

Boom!

Another deafening impact resonated. freёweɓnovel_com

The powerful caster in the sky continually attacked, and the hill cracked open two thirds of the way up, with formidable magic power spilling out in an instant.

Castes scattered around the hill sensed this scene.

They also realized that tonight’s battle was nearing its end.

The people in charge of this incident from the Nine Commandments, as well as the resources they had prepared to execute their plan, should be located here.

The magic power spilling out at this moment

proved that the enemy was ready inside the mountain.

The decisive battle was imminent!

Creak—

Suddenly, the soil of the hill emitted a very piercing sound.

What followed was the soil at that spot starting to compress inward.

Ronald rose slightly, adjusted his height, and could clearly see that the soil there seemed to be grasped by a gigantic hand and was being forcefully squeezed inward.

Even upon closer inspection,

after proportionally enlarging the view, one could discern the fingerprints and palm lines on the wrinkled, compressed soil.

"..."

The continuous sound of trampling the hill...

seemed to have disappeared, too?

Upon realizing this, Ronald immediately looked up into the sky.

Above their heads, at an altitude of a hundred meters, the gestures of that young girl had changed from waving constantly to clenching her hand downwards.

Umbrella flight, the invisible giant...

Which school did this previously unseen powerful caster belong to?

While Ronald pondered these things, the action of the invisible hand continued, and the already fragile mountain, battered by relentless bombardment, saw its cracks twist and deform further due to this immense force.

The current situation was crystal clear.

If the person hiding inside didn’t run away now, becoming part of the hill, crushed together with the soil and rocks, would be the only end he’d face.

"..."

"I command you, fire!

Borrow the power that created you and other creatures and burn!

Torment this soul forever!"

It was at this time that Ronald, with his hearing far surpassing that of ordinary humans, detected a man’s voice. The incantation he heard was evidently the preparation for a spell coming from the cracked mountain.

Not everyone had his kind of exaggerated hearing.

The massive magic fluctuation also masked the movements associated with the enemy’s spellcasting.

Therefore, Ronald immediately warned the others loudly,

"Everyone, be careful, the person inside is casting a spell!"

"It involves fire and souls!"

Hearing the warning, someone immediately stepped forward to take action.

Among those present, randomly picking two would yield completely different schools of thought, and some were even elite figures who had mastered multiple spells. Dealing with attacks from the fire and soul series was, naturally, also a trivial matter.

The two of them quickly chanted incantations, and the spell lights of blue and purple immediately flew towards the location of the mountain’s fissure, colliding right above the flame curses that had just erupted.

What followed was the straightforward neutralization of spells against each other.

After about three seconds had passed, the traces of both spells were erased in the midst of the sky.

The first wave of spell confrontation had indeed ended.

But the clenched palms of the girl in the sky showed no sign of relaxing.

Faced with the constantly compressing underground space, a Caster of the "Nine Commandments Cult" who was hiding in the hills could no longer contain himself. The spell that strengthened his body was fully unleashed, and his figure burst out like an arrow from there.

At this moment, Ronald finally saw the Summoner of Demon Lama for the first time.

He was a middle-aged man in a red robe, his face entirely serious. As soon as he left the underground, he swiftly looked around, ensuring he saw every one of his accomplices.

"..."

As an important person responsible for conveying intelligence, after being sent to Springs, the Red Robe memorized most of the information on important figures in Springs.

What drove him to despair was that now, the dozen or so Casters who surrounded him were all too familiar.

Among them were notables who held the original texts!

These opponents, even on a normal day, he might not be able to defeat one-on-one, let alone being directly ambushed like this.

Having been nurtured to this day’s abilities by joining the "Nine Commandments Cult."

The Red Robe was actually prepared to accept his fate.

He sighed softly in his heart and then began to chant the most dangerous of the curses he knew:

"Now, you, my enemy!

Because your actions remain harmful and disobedient, not appearing before me as I wish, not answering my questions!

I shall curse you in the name of the omnipresent, immortal sovereign IEHOVA TETRAGRAMMATON, the sole creator of Heaven, Earth, and Hell. He will curse you, stripping you of all your duties, happiness, and actions!

And I will bind you to the bottomless abyss until the end of the world.

I say, enter the lake of fire and sulfur, where..."

Crack——

Suddenly, the spell the Red Robe was chanting came to an abrupt halt.

He only felt an intense pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a dagger, without a trace of blood, already piercing through his chest, the blade also puncturing his lungs.

"Heh——haha——"

The Red Robe tried hard to speak.

However, the only sounds he could make were the hoarse leak of air, along with the agonizing spill of blood froth from the corners of his mouth.

Just then, a gentle and hearty voice sounded from behind the Red Robe:

"Don’t worry, you won’t die."

"Afterward, ’friends’ in Springs are still counting on getting quite a bit out of you."

Hearing this voice, the Red Robe struggled to turn his head.

"Ah...ah ah ah..."

He tried hard to call out the other person’s name, but the hope of making a sound was futile.

Standing behind the Red Robe with a smile on his face was Lama.

No one noticed when this man had arrived at this position.

It was as if the moment the Red Robe leapt from the mountain, this fellow had been waiting all along, then delivered this strike at the perfect moment.

Following that, Lama’s delusional magic power entered the Red Robe’s body.

Maintaining his disheveled appearance, the Caster from the "Nine Commandments Cult" fell to the ground, no longer having any chance to struggle or resist.

Seeing this scene, everyone also understood something.

Everything that happened tonight, was coming to an end.

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