Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 531 - 528: The Final Test

Even though he had never encountered such a situation before,

Ronald had read his fair share of adventure novels and seen quite a few horror films.

Even this one small detail,

he could not possibly fail to guess what was happening before him.

Holding the sword with one hand, pointing it at the last standing puppet, Ronald spoke with certainty,

"Lumir, there’s no need to hide yourself."

"I can see."

"..."

After Ronald spoke, the room fell silent again.

On one side stood the motionless puppet, faintly enveloping the area behind it, while on the other side was Ronald, his gaze unruffled as if he had no doubts about the matter.

The silence between them lasted a few seconds.

Finally, it was Lumir who couldn’t bear it any longer.

It was the puppet Ronald had noticed; that puppet actually opened its mouth and spoke in Lumir’s voice,

"Ronald... how did you figure it out?"

Ronald responded sarcastically without hesitation,

"I’m not hearing things, am I?"

"Are you expecting an enemy to point out your flaws?"

While he said this, Ronald’s level of alertness had escalated significantly.

The ability of Lumir to transfer consciousness among her puppets was a troublesome feat, as evident from the current display.

But if he focused on this point,

he might overlook the most important element:

—Lumir’s attitude.

Having mastered the ability to transfer consciousness, she theoretically could escape at any time, without needing to take Ronald into any consideration.

Yet what about now?

Even housed in the unfamiliar and crude puppet body, Lumir still chose not to leave.

The thing stopping her from fleeing immediately

must be something very important to her!

Quickly analyzing the situation, an idea immediately came to Ronald’s mind.

—The Original Scripture!

—The Original Scripture Lumir had stolen!

This scripture, originating from a myth, was very likely hidden within this building, which was the biggest constraint preventing Lumir from decisively leaving.

Her consciousness could shift elsewhere,

but the physically existing Original Scripture couldn’t.

Not everyone in this world could, like Ronald, instantly conceal the Original Scripture on their wrist.

Lumir lacked a means to take the Original Scripture with her, which was why she seemed so constrained at the moment. After all, if she sacrificed all her puppets right now, she would be handing over complete control of the building to Ronald.

Was the truth of the matter as Ronald surmised?

With his thoughts fixed on this conjecture, Ronald decisively chose to use reality to test Lumir’s response.

The Hell’s black fog, already seeping into the basement, quickly transformed into an industrious and responsible searcher starting to work, digging vigorously through the basement.

The several puppets of Lumir in front of him didn’t seem capable of carrying the Original Scripture.

If Ronald was right, the Original Scripture might even be hidden in the basement next to them.

And then, then Lumir lost her composure.

Upon noticing Ronald’s current action, she could no longer maintain the standoff demeanor and released the spell she had been preparing.

Boom—

A violent vibration emanated from beneath her feet and the surrounding area.

In response to the Magic Power released by Mil, the previously still floor, walls, and ceiling now surged with numerous pale, varied-sized wooden arms.

These arms, seemingly controlled by some will, continuously danced and grasped at their original positions, trying to capture any living creature within reach.

And Ronald...

Being the one Mil intended to stop, he was now facing the most adverse situation.

Arms extending from the floor beneath him clawed at his ankles and calves, and those emerging above his head reached for his neck and eyes. Even the arms from the surrounding walls clearly aimed to restrict Ronald’s movements.

In just the blink of an eye.

The nondescript ground floor of the office building had turned into a place filled with flailing arms, resembling a scene from a nightmarish dream.

"Ah..."

Yet, facing such a situation, Ronald’s expression barely changed. Even though the arms clawing at him were weakening the "Guardian Angel’s" defense, he remained calm.

Ronald’s response was straightforward.

He raised the Sword of Saint Catherine and thrust it into the floor before him.

Huff—

In an instant, the power of the sun, which restrained evil, manifested itself here.

Brilliant flames ignited on the pale arms, the effect similar to oil poured on fire and then fanned, leaving none of the arms able to withstand this powerful burning for more than five seconds.

Then one after another, the bright power of the sun, using these as the best fuel, swept through the room like a line of fire.

The pale arms that had been so threatening moments before were now simply and brutally eradicated.

"..."

For this building, the collision of spells had served a great cleaning purpose. The room where Ronald and Mil were situated, after being ravaged by both the arms and the power of the sun, was now as clean as if it were freshly made.

Now, the last things visible in the room—Ronald, Mil and her puppet, the basement entry, and the room door that had just been locked.

That was all.

At this moment, Ronald pointed the tip of the Sword of Saint Catherine at Mil and said with a flippant tone,

"How... After exposing so many things, do you still not run away?"

"..."

Mil’s response was silence.

After approximately two to three breaths, she seemed to have given up any hope of resistance and directly commanded all her puppets to charge toward Ronald!

Judging by her demeanor and the Magic Power she exuded.

Mil had abandoned all calculations and probing, admitting defeat for the night, and decided to end everything with one final battle.

Unfortunately, Ronald did not comply with her expectations.

With several consecutive leaps backward to maintain distance, Ronald kept his tranquil demeanor and movements, beginning to formulate a new strategy in his mind.

Since he had guessed so much correctly.

He now also had the capital of being on the stronger side.

Before ending the battle tonight.

Ronald wanted to test one last thing—

Was Mil’s ability to transfer consciousness contingent upon the destruction of the puppet currently hosting her consciousness, or was it completely controlled by a spell of her making?

Based on his understanding and familiarity with the original spells, Ronald felt it was very worth testing.

If his guess was correct and his actions successful.

Then tonight.

He would not only obtain what he needed but also truly deal with Mil!

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