Ronald’s considerations continued in his mind.
He certainly hadn’t forgotten the information that Catherine had given him just now.
Among the three powerful wizards sent from Barrier Mountain, only one was female.
the enemy he was facing now was the one among the three powerful wizards who specialized in the spell of physical transformation.
However, there was a difference from what Catherine had mentioned.
In Ronald’s eyes, this wizard named Ella possessed an extremely beautiful appearance and figure—merely at a glance—she was also at the tender age of a young lady.
"Wizards who have lived from the Dark Age to the present, just like normal people, love beauty too..."
Facing this enemy, whom he was supposed to deal with himself,
Ronald snapped his fingers, and magic power surged up immediately.
Using the most convenient command spell, he instantly blurted out:
— Ella across from him.
— apparently didn’t expect Ronald to be so unrefined.
As the holder of an ancient text, she hadn’t even uttered a few polite words to showcase her nobility as a Great Wizard before the battle.
Just so barbarically and directly...
However, rich psychological turmoil couldn’t interfere with the battle.
Interrupted by the command, the wizard named Ella stumbled immediately.
At that moment, as a Great Wizard, Ronald’s accumulated experience manifested.
In the blink of an eye, the defense spells Ella had prepared activated, snapping her consciousness back from a state of confusion.
However, the moment Ella broke free from the spell’s control and her eyes regained clarity,
the irreversible battle situation also came into her view.
In front of her, Ronald had already moved within two meters, wielding the Dark Holy Sword ignited with the power of the sun, the dangerous blade nearly in front of Ella, causing goosebumps to immediately rush up on her.
The enhanced physical quality of Ronald was terrifying!
Even if he were fighting against the strongest being from Barrier Mountain—the man-made deity, he could exchange several rounds of battle. The wizard in front of him, although adept in the spell of physical transformation, couldn’t react in time either.
The reflection of Ronald on Ella’s retina hadn’t even faded.
The sword of Saint Catherine, enveloped by the power of the sun, had in that instant sliced across her neck, decapitating her directly!
The smoothness of the battle process left Ronald momentarily bewildered about his victory.
Could it be that the strongest wizard of Barrier Mountain was only of this level?
Soon, the shock in Ronald’s mind disappeared.
With the assistance of the power of "Fury," he strongly sensed—the witch whose head had been severed, at this moment, still maintained an incredibly active level of thought!
Had not immediately lost her life from decapitation!
Instead, she was calculating how to feign death and then launch a counterattack at Ronald!
Realizing this, Ronald’s follow-up attack was almost seamless.
He didn’t hesitate to lift his right leg, and stomped directly on Ella’s head. The severed head in front of Ronald instantly burst open like a smashed watermelon!
Ronald felt troubled now.
Such a cruel method of attack was still ineffective against the Wizard before him.
It was as if Bapulor, with the Complete Technique, could transform into a gigantic alien monster. This high-level Wizard of Barrier Mountain was now proclaiming her strength through her resilient physical form.
Even beheaded and then further mutilated,
yet even such treatment did not take Ella’s life; her active mind showed no signs of weakening.
How should it be described...
To Ella, losing her head seemed merely a minor inconvenience, like cutting a finger while cooking.
The rhythm of the battle began to slip from Ronald’s control.
In the time Ronald suddenly attacked and even crushed Ella’s head underfoot, the fallen Ella finally completed her Spell.
Her headless body suddenly leaped backward, controlling its movements while her originally curvaceous body began to deform, accompanied by immense Magical Power.
Soon after, this woman’s skin began forming a chitinous layer, uneven spikes and serrations spreading across it, ultimately transforming into armor reminiscent of a beetle’s, with a pair of still-unfolded wings on her back.
Yet what caught the most attention—was still the stump of her neck.
A completely insect-like head burst forth from the wound, replacing Ella’s original beautiful head. Clusters of compound eyes packed together gathered the surrounding scenes, providing her with information.
Truly terrifying and disgusting.
All this complex transformation, which seemed like it should take a while, actually occured in the blink of an eye on a Wizard.
Standing a few meters away, Ronald instantly realized something was amiss.
He decisively sheathed the Sword of Saint Catherine.
His movement was nimble and definitive, held vertical before his chest.
His instincts told Ronald—he might be in trouble.
In nature, neglecting the influence of size, an insect’s physical abilities are always alarmingly superior.
The Wizard before him, regardless of whether her original text was "Insect Chronicles" or something else,
was clearly capable of using Spells to transform her body this way.
It would clearly grant the Caster immense strength, a conclusion easily reached without much thought.
The developments that followed were as Ronald had predicted.
Just as he held the Sword of Saint Catherine in front of him,
the insect-like Wizard had already crossed several meters to appear before Ronald. Supported by her powerful legs, the distance she retraced seemed almost instantaneous.
Immediately, her serrated arms crossed in a chopping motion.
Her target was naturally Ronald’s head!
A jarring sound erupted at the point of contact.
Subsequently, Ronald and the insect-like Wizard each stepped back a few paces.
Ronald was now very observant of the details in the battle.
In this first exchange, Ronald had moved back three steps, while the insect-like Ella had retreated a whole six steps!
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Having tested this personally through combat,
Ronald naturally had no hesitation during the fight.
The Daylight Force covering the Saint’s relic in front of him surged dramatically, and the black mist also burst forth from cuffs and hems around him.
The completely enveloping fog moved like a beast of shadow.
The dazzling Dark Holy Sword shone brilliantly.
Adjusting to the fastest combat readiness he could manage, Ronald charged at his opponent again!
Now that he had confirmed his advantage—
he would continue to chase and keep expanding it!