Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 454 - 451: The Stranded Cult Magician

Chapter 454: Chapter 451: The Stranded Cult Magician

Ronald stepped out of the room with an even pace.

Behind him was a cultist magician, his collar being dragged with one hand, already unconscious. Compared to his malicious behavior earlier, the man now seemed as harmless as a dead fish.

It only took a few steps to return to the place where he had parted with Patricia and the others.

Listening intently to the sounds from that direction, the noise of the fight at the center of the magic fluctuation also vanished at this moment.

Facing the combination of Helen and Patricia.

A mere Swollen Demon really had no chance of causing any trouble.

Nodding slightly, Ronald also prepared to head over and meet up with the two just as Helen happened to return.

Seeing the man Ronald was dragging, Helen raised her eyebrows:

"Ronald, this..."

"A cultist magician, the anomaly I just sensed was this guy. I don’t know why, but after the Swollen Demon was summoned, he didn’t leave and instead locked himself in the room next door."

"..."

Hearing Ronald’s explanation, Helen immediately stepped forward to examine the cultist magician.

"Did you knock him out? Any other discoveries?"

"You know, I’m not exactly skilled in interrogation."

Ronald shook his head in denial while positioning the cultist magician against the corner wall nearby, signaling Helen she could start immediately.

"You still have some of that stuff from last time, don’t you?"

"..."

"Now, there’s less and less left to use of that thing."

With a ’what am I going to do with you’ expression on her face, Helen didn’t hesitate in her actions. She swiftly pulled out the Truth Serum potion they had used once before and poured a mouthful into the cultist magician’s mouth.

Watching his throat move.

A few seconds passed before Helen continued:

"Alright, release your spell."

Ronald obeyed, releasing the ’Fury’ spell’s control over the cultist magician, who was now conscious but unable to launch an attack like before.

Mouth slightly open, eyes vacant, he now resembled a patient with brain damage, Ronald had no doubt that drool would soon start dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, Patricia, wiping her longsword, approached to look at the fallen cultist magician.

The young girl didn’t inquire further, simply confirming with Ronald and Helen:

"Magic Potion? Can you guarantee he won’t spout nonsense?"

Helen answered with confidence:

"I can vouch for it!"

"..."

Watching Helen’s earnest eyes, Patricia nodded slightly in trust, then turned around and squatted in front of the cultist magician:

"Tell us, what is your purpose for coming here?"

"To establish... ritual foundations, to provide a suitable... environment for the great beings’ arrival."

"The specific details of your ritual?"

"Constructing a reverse pentagram... foundation, channeling the magic power... residual from the previous volcano... allowing enough people... to have their constitutions altered, to adapt to the impending arrival... of the great beings!"

As the cultist magician revealed this information, a very rare scene occurred.

Even though he had lost the ability to act independently due to the magic potion.

But when he uttered that last piece of information, his tone and expression instinctively became fanatic, as if it was something engraved in the depths of his soul, a crucial matter he would never, ever forget!

Quietly observing the scene before him, Ronald slightly raised his eyebrow.

He noticed a detail.

Whether it was the magician from the sinister cult interrogated by Eileen earlier, or the one before him now, they both paid significant attention to the part about "changing the human physique" when they were forced to divulge information.

In a normal spell ritual, even if it were necessary to change the magic power in the environment, there was no need to involve the human body. Even if one were to use the human body as a medium to achieve this goal, it would not be so emphasized in both testimonies.

With this in mind, Ronald interjected a question when Patricia asked, "What role does the transformation of people by the Swollen Demon play in your plan?"

The magician, controlled by the magic potion, explained with a vacant expression:

"All those transformed by the Swollen Demon can become the host for the great being’s descent, an ultimate honor."

Ronald continued to inquire:

"Are there any other effects? Why is there no one presiding over your ritual?"

"..."

At this moment, something beyond the three’s expectation occurred.

Upon hearing this question, the previously vacant-eyed magician’s expression instantly cleared, and then he turned to the three with a sinister smile unlike that of a human:

"Humans, I am glad to meet you."

The magician before them was no longer himself!

Ronald, Patricia, and Heloise all realized this simultaneously.

Heloise’s first reaction was to retreat, not forgetting to pull Ronald, who was preparing to cast a spell, with her, while the quickest to act, Patricia, narrowed her pupils, and the longsword she had just cleaned was swung instantly.

Creak—

The silver flash hit the ground, and the result was another moment of stupefaction.

Sitting half-slumped on the ground, the ’magician’ from the cult seemed to have no intention of dodging, allowing Patricia to slash into his left shoulder. With Patricia’s strength behind the sword, it cut through flesh, sinew, and bone in an instant, even opening up to the chest and heart area.

However, the magician with the injury, which should have instantly killed anyone, just grinned:

"Miss, you certainly are passionate."

"By modifying my body in this way, do you wish to make it to your liking?"

Standing farther back, Ronald could see clearly.

As the ’magician’ spoke, the wound on his body was changing — tiny buds of flesh rapidly sprouting on his body, seemingly regenerating.

And even more shocking was his clothing.

What was initially just an ordinary fabric coat and undershirt were also beginning to grow these buds of flesh. As some entity descended upon him, not only the body underwent bizarre transformations, but even his clothing started to change in eerie ways.

What in the world is this?

In the blink of an eye, a few of the flesh buds that had not healed the body changed direction and connected directly with Patricia’s longsword!

Ronald immediately stepped forward, loudly warning:

"Patricia, let go of your sword!"

In an instant, the girl retreated while Ronald took her place, grabbing the hilt of the sword.

The prepared Sun’s Might was activated in an instant, covered over Patricia’s longsword through his palm.

Buzz—

The power of the Sun’s Might had a remarkable effect on purging evil.

Upon contact with the opponent’s body, an immediate and intense reaction was triggered, with sounds of fats exploding from high temperatures continuously arising from the ’magician’s’ body.

Yet, even while enduring such severe damage, the ’magician’s’ laughter became even more rampant!

"Ha ha ha—"

"Well done, you’re doing great, young man!"