Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 195 - 194: Amidst the Battle

Chapter 195: Chapter 194: Amidst the Battle

The woman charging at Ronald shall not be discussed for now.

Following in her footsteps, the man who was throwing stones to provide cover had already committed acts that could be defined as ’rape’.

In the midst of battle,

Ronald had never entertained the idea of sparing his enemies.

Silently commanding the force of ’rape’, no sooner had the black mist been dodged by the enemy than it bounced off the wall again and went straight for the man.

Ssssss—

This time, the stone-throwing man couldn’t dodge in time.

When the black mist of ’rape’ engulfed him, his body immediately emitted a very distinct steaming sound.

The power of the Blood River of Hell began to take effect.

Decay appeared in patches and immediately spread along the swelling arm, almost unwilling to relinquish any position it could attack.

As a result,

the man’s uncontrollable body became even more ferocious from its original form.

From the ruptured wounds, one could even see green blood flowing out.

Nevertheless, even so,

the severely injured man showed no signs of unbearable pain.

He simply frowned and swatted the black mist away from his arm.

Stones continued to be thrown from his hands incessantly, still providing cover for his comrades.

"..."

Watching this scene, Ronald instantly understood everything.

The phrase ’the warden is a traitor’ was now proven true before his eyes.

Green blood, an expanding body, a spirit unafraid of pain.

This distinctly characteristic magic style was undoubtedly that used by the cult magicians who had caused trouble in Berenwich.

The completely identical magical traits were unmistakably from the same school.

Such a person appearing in the warden’s dungeon.

That spoke volumes without need for further explanation.

"..."

While dodging stones the man was throwing, Ronald also made sure to keep an eye on the woman who was leaping towards him.

After transforming her lower body, this individual’s speed was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

In just a few breaths, the woman had made three leaps and was already quite close to Ronald.

Swoosh—

Lifting her thick thigh, the woman aimed a kick at Ronald’s head.

Accompanying it was an extravagant momentum.

There was even the sound of breaking through the air!

If hit directly...

Ronald had no doubt that he would be left at least paralyzed from the waist down.

Immediately trying to twist his body to dodge the kick, he simultaneously raised his hand and smashed it toward the woman’s side.

Bang!

The punch struck solidly.

The woman, extremely confident in her own body, hardly tried to dodge.

However, just as their bodies made contact.

The black mist entwined around Ronald’s hand instantly spread along the point of contact, rapidly encompassing the woman’s entire body.

In an instant, an attack far more severe than the steaming effect on the man hit her.

"Ah—"

A scream immediately erupted within the dungeon.

Unlike the man who was entirely unfazed by pain, the woman’s reaction was much like that of ordinary people when attacked. Feeling her body being thoroughly cooked and destroyed, she collapsed to the ground, then couldn’t stop trembling violently.

"Uh... heh... aaahhh!"

"..."

At that moment, Ronald had a thoughtful look.

He seemed to understand the method these cult magicians used to resist pain.

The man with only an arm injury could completely ignore the pain of wounds and continue to attack, while the woman whose upper body was also attacked couldn’t suppress her pain, and could only lie on the ground screaming in agony.

The vast difference in reactions had indirectly confirmed what was going on.

This also appeared to be a consequence of the cult magician’s magic.

While altering the human form, this ability also destroys their pain nerves, to some extent shielding the perception of the distorted parts, hence the current situation.

——Similarly.

Back in the vineyard on the outskirts of Greenwich, the reactions of those demonic magicians were consistent with such speculation.

After all, that group was distorted from head to toe.

So, it was only natural for them to completely ignore the pain.

For Ronald,

the only regret right now was that the attacks from the two in front of him were not strong enough.

With the intensity of the assault insufficient, the dark mist could only inflict harm on them, unable to directly take their lives.

He imperceptibly shook his head.

Ronald waved one hand, commanding the dark mist to continue its assault on the man.

The woman now lay on the ground, only capable of twitching and wailing in place.

The only one who could pose a combat threat on the enemy’s side was the male demonic magician in the distance.

Thus, once again,

the dark mist in the corner surged toward the man.

With the woman no longer interfering, Ronald could boldly launch his attack.

Snap—

In the underground prison, a loud slap echoed through the corridor they were in.

Faced with the black mist attacking again,

the man neither dodged nor retreated.

Instead, he met the attack head-on, slamming his palms together hard onto the mist.

Being inherently made of mist, his blow immediately dispersed it.

This wasn’t to say that the "Divine Comedy" couldn’t injure the opponent.

The man’s already rotting hands were indeed severely burned by the dark mist,

but further damage merely worsened the mangled state without dealing an absolutely debilitating blow.

With this method of adding injury to injury,

the man could barely handle the current pace of the attacks.

Thus, the choice returned to Ronald’s hands.

He could either summon a mass of dark mist, overwhelming the man’s defensive capabilities to secure a victory,

or call forth the two souls he had imprisoned.

Against a demonic magician who seemed to specialize in physical enhancement, attacks targeting the spirit seemed promising.

The difference was just which method Ronald was inclined to use now.

Or rather, in front of his two companions, which ability did he plan to demonstrate?

It was at this moment that the young investigator’s voice rang out behind Ronald:

"Ronald, if you’re having a hard time with him,"

"let me take care of this guy."

Almost in response to the girl’s voice, three bullets were silently fired from behind Ronald.

Faced with the speed of the bullets,

even though the physical condition of the male demonic magician was quite formidable,

such a level of reactivity was still insufficient.

Caught off guard, his shoulder, just below the chest, and left shoulder were precisely hit by Nicole’s bullets.

Clear penetrative wounds appeared on his body, and green blood flowed from the wounds.

Thump—

His legs gave out, and the man uncontrollably fell to his knees.

Under normal circumstances, bullets of this type shouldn’t have been able to cause such a noticeable effect on the man.

Regarding this outcome,

Ronald was more inclined to believe that Nicole had tampered with the bullets.

Turning his head to look, the investigator indeed had a cold smirk as she withdrew her pistol.

From Nicole’s rare expression, Ronald could see her undisguised contempt for the demonic magician.

Further behind,

Swifte alone was forcefully dragging two priests out of the cell.

Compared to Nicole’s elegance,

the detective serving as the muscle was obviously not happy.