Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 530 - 527: An Easy Victory

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A flicker of doubt crossed his mind and was immediately suppressed by Ronald.

What he needed to concern himself with right now was not the elusive head spy, but L’Mir, whom he had cornered in the basement.

Ronald was clear about what he should do.

He quickly analyzed the current situation.

— L’Mir most likely had found a way to counter the Hell’s black fog.

— He possessed an absolute geographical advantage.

— Neither side knew the full extent of the other’s Spell.

...

In the silence, Ronald snapped his fingers lightly.

The radiance of solar power clung to the pitch-black blade of Saint Catherine’s sword, and having made his most targeted preparations, he gestured towards the shadowy space below.

"Collapse."

Squeak—

The power of the "Archangel" descended upon the basement.

While ensuring the buildings above did not collapse, Ronald altered the shape of the space below, attempting to flush L’Mir towards him with this method.

"..."

"Damn it!"

Almost the instant Ronald cast his Spell, an angry rebuke filled with rage came from below, and simultaneously all the remaining puppets charged, followed by the sound of L’Mir’s enchantments imbued with Magic Power:

"Stand aside!"

Buzz—

The "Guardian Angel" continued to protect Ronald stably and faithfully.

In the moment L’Mir’s enchantment took effect, a protective Spell bathed Ronald in white light, shielding him from any interference of the command.

"..."

Ronald’s reaction was exceptionally swift.

Before the puppets could reach the basement entrance, he had already ascertained L’Mir’s condition in this encounter.

— This guy has weakened.

— The commands that once stood toe-to-toe with him now barely affected the "Guardian Angel".

Having confirmed this, Ronald’s gaze sharpened.

He swung his right hand, clasping Saint Catherine’s sword, and a streak of solar-powered arc light flashed across the dark office. The puppets that had just surged from the basement were instantly cleaved into four by his sword.

Swoosh—

Ronald was about to continue his attacks to eliminate the remaining puppets and leave L’Mir isolated. However, at that moment, a shadow chased after the puppets, bursting out of the basement.

At this instant, Ronald was stunned.

With his exceptionally keen eyesight, he captured the true identity of the shadow in this brief moment.

However, the truth that appeared before his eyes was something he had not anticipated.

— L’Mir had emerged.

— But it was not quite as Ronald had estimated.

With a stiff torso, a dusty layer of paint, and a very crude facial disguise, the L’Mir hidden in the basement was, just like the one encountered in the suburbs, merely another puppet.

What was going on?

Ronald certainly knew that L’Mir could create puppet doppelgangers.

But ever since entering the building, the opponent’s attitude had not been as carefree as it had been in the suburbs where the puppet doppelgangers were readily thrown into battle, and before and after the battle, they had repeatedly shown concern and caution for their own safety.

If it was just for the sake of a puppet doppelganger’s value...

It absolutely would not be like this!

Cling—

Ronald lightly rotated the hand holding Saint Catherine’s sword, and as his sword cut through the air, he also issued his own command to L’Mir:

"Kneel before me!"

"..."

Ronald’s decree was exceptionally effective.

With no ability to resist, the puppet hosting Rumir’s consciousness fell to the ground, the stiff wooden face unable to even muster a proper expression.

However, facing such a scenario favorable to him,

Ronald furrowed his brows.

This feeble reaction ruled out several possibilities in his mind.

Standing before him now,

The two most likely possibilities were these:

— Something very important was either within this building or within this puppet itself, preventing Rumir from choosing to fight freely as before.

— Or the puppet itself held great significance. Even when confronted by Ronald, Rumir could not simply discard it.

"..."

Which would it be?

What should he be doing now?

"..."

"Ronald, do you find my current body repulsive?" However, as Ronald was deep in thought, the glaring Rumir made an unexpected reaction.

Directly commanding other puppet soldiers to stand in front of him.

While channeling Magic Power to form a new spell, Rumir shouted angrily:

"This ugly dwelling within the puppet will someday let you and your whore taste what it feels like!"

"..."

Such words were full of rage.

They had eliminated the need for Ronald to make any further deductions.

Indeed, the Rumir before him, as R’lyeh had said before, was indeed the real Rumir himself, but what Ronald hadn’t anticipated was that Rumir had now lost his physical body and was reduced to living within a puppet!

"Ah..."

Ronald sighed softly, having no intention to argue verbally. He silently recited an incantation from "Astronomy Master" and then used "Measure Distance" to redefine the space between them.

Swoosh—

The next second, the Sword of Saint Catherine swept lightly in front of him.

Rumir, who was initially shielded by the puppet guards and in the process of preparing a spell, encountered a severe blow. Wrapped with the power of the Daystar, the blade struck horizontally across his body, slicing him into two halves.

Thud—

The wooden upper body fell to the ground.

The power of the Daystar began to rapidly devour the remainder of his body.

It was not until this very moment that the face of Rumir, made of wood, suddenly woke up in surprise.

He... had actually been attacked by Ronald?

What kind of spell was this?

"..."

Standing quietly in the room, Ronald’s face was utterly impassive.

The combinations that his spells could achieve were varied and far beyond Rumir’s comprehension. The swift defeat of the latter, therefore, seemed only to be expected.

At this point, Ronald had distanced himself significantly from ordinary Casters and even most keepers of the original scripts in terms of strength.

He swung the Sword of Saint Catherine to hang by his side.

As he watched Rumir’s puppet body turn to ash under the force of the Daystar, Ronald was about to step forward to check tonight’s gains.

But having taken just two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?"

With a slight frown, Ronald shifted his gaze to the other puppet guards.

Though the lighting in the building was not optimal, thanks to the light from the Sword of Saint Catherine, he still faintly noticed something.

Right in front of Rumir’s ’corpse,’

The previously motionless faces of the puppet guards seemed to twitch slightly!

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