Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 293 - 292: On the Shoal

Chapter 293: Chapter 292: On the Shoal

Just as Ronald had dealt with Malcolm before,

after being completely outmatched, the leader of the Original Witches chose a powerful spell that would severely harm the enemy at a great cost to herself, one of her biggest trump cards since obtaining the original text.

Catherine was well aware that the new assistance on the investigator side would definitely put her at a disadvantage. No one could truly tell the intentions of the mysterious figure before her.

There was no doubt that today’s battle had been an utter failure.

The most important thing now was figuring out how to leave this place.

Thus, Catherine made such a choice.

At the price of her internal organs being damaged by the original text’s magic power, her ability to split space could last almost five minutes.

If handled properly,

it was her best chance to escape!

And after paying the corresponding price, the effects of the original text’s spell were naturally satisfactory.

The invisible spatial rift, after severing both rock and air, even divided the sea water into irregular blocks, with Catherine at the center, hardly anyone could continue to move.

Naturally, the first to face this phenomenon,

under the circumstances of Clark turning around and leaving, was the Nine Commandments Caster closest to the witch.

Seeing Catherine’s action, his choice was not much different from Clark’s.

He invoked a spell, a powerful force immediately carrying his body along an arc, rushing into the black fog formed by Ronald’s "violent" force.

Thus, an inevitable situation occurred.

The confident caster, now understanding the effects of Ronald’s spell, did not join the fight but merely spectated; none of his actions matched the definition of "violence".

He emerged almost unharmed, breaking free from the area covered by the black fog.

Following a perfect arc, this holder of the original text circled the battlefield, then calmly stood on the nearby beach.

He was not in a hurry to leave the battlefield.

He found a relatively clean tree, leaned gently against it, and then pulled out a pen and paper from under his clothes.

His eyes fixed on the black fog-covered rocky beach,

the holder of the original text began to write in his notebook.

——On the other side,

those without such a graceful method of escape were still struggling against the witch’s spell.

The invisible spatial rift could almost destroy anything.

For most people, it was very difficult to directly resist this attack.

Take, for example, the two witches who were still standing.

The one who had just yelled at Catherine was, in an instant of inattention, cut in half at the waist, and as she fell, she was sliced again. Even without an investigator’s intervention, she had already died under the spell of her own leader.

As for the others...

The two investigators situated further away, familiar with various scenarios, naturally fled early.

Ronald’s summoned black fog wouldn’t trouble them.

But for the two who were too close to escape the range of the attack,

one of them also met an immediate life or death fate.

Interestingly, the last investigator and the last witch, the pair survived in a very delicate manner.

This investigator had initially planned to attack the witch in front of him, so he moved very close to her. As Catherine’s attack approached, both simultaneously had a leg severed.

The expected outcome was that they would both fall and die.

However, being very close, they instinctively leaned toward each other and then stabilized themselves by relying on each other!

Having lost only part of their bodies, they naturally knew where to dodge.

Thus, they awkwardly stood in the crevices of the spatial cutting, their situation became very awkward.

If they attacked each other, they themselves might lose their balance and then die.

Without attacking each other, they embraced each other in this awkward pose.

Of course, this situation had little to do with Ronald.

Now, his fingers under his clothes were continuously snapping, and the white light on his body never ceased.

It was proven that the defensive spells of Divine Comedy were astonishingly effective.

Even such a powerful spell that cut through space couldn’t fully penetrate the protection of the guarding Angel. As long as Ronald kept snapping his fingers, he could even move freely here.

The only drawback

was probably that the constant snapping of fingers looked somewhat embarrassing.

At this moment, standing atop the beastly flesh she had summoned, Catherine’s expression had slid from initial pride.

Observing Ronald steadily approaching her.

She couldn’t avoid noticing it.

Glaring at Ronald with hostility, Catherine almost gritted her teeth and said:

"..."

"Is it you..."

"The new lackey of the investigators?"

Ronald had no intention of conversing with this witch.

The collapsing rocks formed numerous fragments, almost turning the rocky area into a somewhat uncomfortable shallow shore. With Ronald’s current physical condition, stepping on them felt just like walking on flat ground.

On one side, the emerging black fog surged toward the witch again, and while snapping his fingers with his right hand, his thumb lightly brushed over the ring on his forefinger.

Thus, the Archangel’s power was activated as well.

Likewise, without any warning, the rocky fragments under the witch Catherine were endowed with a powerful kinetic force, then immediately rushed towards her location.

"Roar—"

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

With a roar, a series of continuous collision sounds immediately erupted around the witch.

Catherine herself didn’t notice.

But the beastly flesh around the witch immediately threw itself onto the rocks, providing protection for their summoner.

Thus, the crimson secret flame and the black fog counteracted each other, with the beastly flesh colliding with the rocks autonomously.

Both methods neutralized each other, and Catherine could only let the seawater soak her body, to the extent that she couldn’t maintain the dignity of an original holder.

While directing her ridden beastly flesh to retreat.

For the first time, she seriously assessed Ronald, who was pressing closer towards her.

The young man completely suppressing her had a very handsome appearance.

If it were under normal circumstances, Catherine wouldn’t mind seducing a man of such appearance.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the man wore an expressionless face.

Watching him, there was no sign of admiration for her beauty in his gray pupils.

Undoubtedly, he was the most dangerous enemy she had encountered today.

If she let him get close, her fate today needed no further explanation.

"You..."

"Who exactly are you?"

Catherine loudly questioned Ronald, and then Ronald still approached her quickly without a word.

Therefore, the witch’s beautiful face became distorted, and her tone started to reveal urgency:

"I... listen!"

"We don’t necessarily have to be enemies!"

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