Standing beside Spencer,
In the face of this investigator’s action, Ronald and Patricia could actually understand his approach.
Investigators Kate and Nicole had completely lost their combat capabilities, Patricia’s longsword was pierced through the demon, and the priest was devoted to sealing the demon, not much different from Kate, who had previously joined in casting the defensive spells.
Spencer wasn’t in the habit of placing his hopes on a temporary worker.
So now, the only one left standing to fight was himself.
In the eyes of this investigator, he alone could not handle this monster made of flesh and blood.
Therefore, all he could do was sacrifice his own weapon to buy time for everyone else to escape.
And then they all had to split up and run.
—This was almost certainly the most correct approach under the circumstances.
In this way, at least someone might have the chance to escape and then return to Burenwich to report the situation here.
If they stubbornly continued to resist...
The cultist magician did not seem like someone who would show restraint.
What awaited them all was likely nothing more than a collective death.
The decision, based on Spencer’s identity as an investigator and considered from a theoretical standpoint, was entirely sound.
However, in practice...
In the journey of life, one always encounters some unexpected things.
for example, right now,
Ronald, who was walking towards the monstrous mass of flesh.
Instead of immediately running away when faced with the controlled enemy, the Bureau’s temporary investigator stood atop the grapevine walls of the plant maze and boldly moved to the forefront of everyone.
The investigator might have had some guesses in his mind.
But instinctively, he was reluctant to believe such a reality.
A temporary worker from the investigation bureau was a master-level figure of the mystical side?
And could resolve the problem with the cultist magician in front of them?
The odds were exceedingly small.
At the same time, Spencer’s metal wand, which he had just thrown into the air, was now rapidly disintegrating amidst violent vibrations.
The length, which was originally several centimeters, reduced and disappeared bit by bit over time, leaving no residue behind.
—The disintegration of the metal wand.
—Signified the end of Spencer’s last-ditch spell.
Finally, the vibration disappeared.
After a shout filled with rage,
The cultist leader, freed from Spencer’s spell’s suppression and part of the flesh-stitched monster, first noticed Ronald coming at him, standing on the wall of grapevines.
Looking at this man who exhibited no fear in his eyes.
The cultist leader gave a hideous smile:
"At this point, you still think you can control me with your ability to manipulate emotions?"
"Foolish, utterly foolish!"
The flesh-composed stitched monster wasn’t far from the investigator’s side to begin with.
With the cult leader’s violent outcry,
a thick tentacle, made from human bodies, was drawn from the creature’s body and smashed viciously towards Ronald’s head!
The chilling might of the tentacle, the wind howling around it as it whipped through the air.
However, this forceful, lethal strike
Ronald quietly watched the flesh tentacle so close to him, with unwavering indifference in his eyes.
With the cold winter wind, he smelled the revolting stench of the tentacle.
Ronald wrinkled his nose, his tone just as indifferent:
"Remember the reason for your failure."
"Inflicting such a brutal attack on me is strictly forbidden."
Ronald’s frontal tentacles began to react.
Flesh and pus suddenly burst apart!
This disintegration spread rapidly along the creature’s sewn body, quickly enveloping it from head to toe.
In the next second, the monster’s body completely fell apart.
The fallen corpses and pus rained down on the ground, even forming a thick ’pool’ in this plant maze.
Standing amidst this heap of bodies.
The cult Magician leader stood there, looking around in bewilderment.
What had just happened?
In just an instant, all the corpses under his control had been utterly destroyed, wiped clean.
The spell that had been completely eradicated also left no room for any manipulation.
Suddenly, a wintry night breeze swept over his sparsely-haired head.
With a shift of his gaze, the cult Magician leader then saw the black fog rolling toward him from all around.
The pitch-black fog, revealing a hint of crimson, engulfed him.
He didn’t get the chance to say another word.
The power of Hell’s River of Blood began to seep into the body of the cult Magician.
All of his earlier actions fell squarely under the definition of ’rape’.
Submerged in the engulfing black fog, every bit of his blood, bones, muscle—everything—boiled and decayed under the scalding force of the Blood River.
The cult Magician leader collapsed weakly.
His figure disappeared into the pool of decaying bodies around him and then silently merged with them.
Beneath the merciless ravages of the River of Blood.
Another soul deserving of punishment was taken into Hell within the "Divine Comedy."
Spencer, who had witnessed everything with a somewhat vacant stare, gradually came back to his senses.
He couldn’t help but mutter subconsciously:
"Are all the temps from Berenwicke this skilled?"
After saying that, he seemed to find his own words quite amusing, and shook his head in self-mockery:
"How could that be...?"
It was Patricia, standing beside him, who noticed the bitterness in the investigator’s voice.
The girl, bereft of her Longsword, posed nonchalantly but spoke quietly:
"Ronald is actually a friend of mine."
"I have always greatly recognized and trusted his strength."
Spencer gave a wry smile and shook his head:
"It seems I was somewhat out of line to become a friend you recognize."
As they conversed, Ronald leaped down from the grape trellis back to their side.
The spreading black fog surged back toward him, and Ronald simultaneously pointed behind him:
"That guy has been dealt with for good."
"However, further back there are three Magicians who previously left their team, and I haven’t seen them come by."
At this moment, Spencer volunteered:
"You two stay here and guard the priest sealing the demon, I can take care of these minor tasks."
After saying that, Spencer plunged into the plant maze behind Ronald without looking back.
Dealing with merely three ordinary cult Magicians, he was quite confident in his odds.