The Ash Witch’s strength was formidable, yet he still had many cards unplayed, results of his three years of grueling practice... The current situation had not reached a point so dire that he had to choose to retreat.
On the contrary, the battle between the Ash Witch and the Giant Magic Box Monster was a blessing for him.
Whichever side lost would provide him an opportunity to exploit.
The only problem was to seize the right moment to act....
Ronan was pondering when suddenly a shadow swept past his eyes.
It was a black Magic Box with wings, which had flown out with the golden Magic Box from the depths of the earth, swarming like flies. They had been scattered by a strike from the Ash Witch Molli’er’s Red Lotus Staff, and he nearly forgot their existence.
Ronan blinked, and with the support of the [Land of Frost] Magic Tool Set, a vast expanse of ice frost emerged around him, blocking the layers of heat waves rolling in the void.
The aura of the Extraordinary Magic Realm surged from Ronan’s side, quickly condensing into a pure white Ice Blade.
After appearing, the Ice Blade swiftly vanished, leaving only a pitch-black cut in the void.
A clear sound of metal being struck rang out.
The trajectory of a Magic Box with gray wings was abruptly cut off, pinned forcefully by a pure white Ice Blade, then quickly fell into a slender, white palm.
Ronan grasped the Magic Box and applied a gentle force, causing the black Magic Box, pierced back and forth by the Ice Blade, to shatter entirely.
Inside the shattered black Magic Box was nothing, just some metallic fragments almost frozen into icy debris, with lingering traces of rune formation patterns on them.
Under his control, the pure white Ice Blade transformed into a blurry light and shadow, taking down several more black Magic Boxes with wings, and without exception, they all turned out to be fake Magic Boxes "devoid of substance."
"They’re all fake..."
The fragmented Magic Box pieces turned into cold white metallic powder, sifting through Ronan’s fingers. His eyes flickered as he began to question the authenticity of the golden Magic Box that flew out along with countless black Magic Boxes.
If after all the painstaking efforts, the Magic Box he finally seized ended up being a fake, it would be a colossal disappointment.
"Schiper and those dwarf craftsmen of the Mechanical Heart wouldn’t be so inconsiderate, would they?"
Ronan’s firm conviction began to waver at this moment; he did not want his efforts to amount to nothing.
While Ronan was hesitating, the Giant Magic Box Monster, engulfed by burning Red Lotus Flames, finally reached its limit and exploded with a "boom!"
In the midst of countless splashing, rolling molten metal, the figure of Molli’er holding the Red Lotus Staff emerged.
Under the sky full of golden-red fiery rain, Molli’er, clad in a tight-fitting long gown magic robe, appeared lazily elegant. Dispatching a Giant Magic Box Monster that even a Level 3 Wizard would hesitate to tackle seemed like a trivial matter to her, and she even yawned uninterestedly.
Molli’er was surrounded by a massive and powerful Magic Domain. Within the field, countless crimson flames flickered as if they were Red Lotus flowers continuously wilting and blooming; each flame resembled a floating red petal.
At this moment, Molli’er exhibited a breathtaking charm so captivating that even Ronan found himself slightly entranced.
But quickly, Ronan’s attention was captured by a rich, golden hue.
As the Giant Magic Box Monster perished, the shadow of the golden Magic Box was fully revealed.
At this point, the two pairs of wings on the back of the golden Magic Box vibrated so rapidly they nearly disappeared. Underneath, it clung to a fist-sized piece of black metal exuding a mysterious luster, resembling a bird fleeing in panic from a destroyed nest, desperately flying away from Molli’er.
Ronan’s eyes sparkled intensely. With the activation of silvering metal, he flickered several times, his form turning into a silver shadow that appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Simultaneously, in the distance, Molli’er, after stretching with a lazy yawn, also suddenly exploded into countless sparks with a "poof."
Ronan and Molli’er, from opposite directions, almost simultaneously reached out, both aiming to grasp the fleeing golden Magic Box.
Just as the golden Magic Box was about to fall into their hands, with no escape...
A strange fluctuation abruptly emanated from within the golden Magic Box.
In an instant, the entire space seemed to plunge into absolute stillness, and even time ceased to flow.
A massive golden light ring expanded from the golden Magic Box, swiftly sweeping over the figures of both Ronan and Molli’er.
Their bodies, frozen in motion, began to transform into gold from the fingertips....
In just the blink of an eye, every strand of hair and even every pore shone with a golden luster, resembling two human statues entirely made of gold.
The golden light ring continued to spread, and wherever it passed, the Abandoned City beneath, along with all the earth, stones, metals, the wandering puppets, and rampaging metal element life... all turned into golden hues...
The entire world seemed to shift towards a golden transformation.
Opulent, brilliant, cold, and devoid of any vitality.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Amidst this magnificent yet eerie golden transformation, a statue of a stunningly lifelike Witch Girl, suspended in mid-air, suddenly emitted a crisp cracking sound, as the golden eyes regained their lively spark.