The cultist magician who fell into the water.

Still in shock at the sudden destruction of the ice pillar.

And in the air, Ronald had already put away the original text in his hand, instead drawing the sword of Saint Catherine from his back.

Since he was now completely opposed to the cultist magician in this matter.

He understood in his heart that tonight was definitely a life-or-death situation with no room for compromise.

Immediately, flames ignited on Ronald's body.

His figure, enveloped in the "Power of the Sun," crashed into the lake in the next second.

Boom——

The flames containing immense magic power evaporated the surrounding lake water, while Ronald seized the opportunity to strike, directly killing the two cultist magicians closest to him.

At this moment, the enemies on the lake of Waterfall City were divided into two groups.

A total of seventeen people were closer to Ronald, and the two he killed were among them, seemingly responsible for guarding the ritual core.

And behind the protection of these people.

Ronald could vaguely recognize the presence of six people.

However, as the entire ice pillar was destroyed, the magic power fluctuation originally concealed by the cultist magicians rapidly manifested. The concentration of magic gathered by the array, which used the entire city as a ritual base, was beyond imagination, so much so that even Ronald found it difficult to discern the details.

"This guy's crazy!"

"Attack! Attack!"

"We absolutely can't let him through!"

Meanwhile, the other cultist magicians who fell into the water finally reacted.

Although most of these guys were somewhat mentally unhinged, they were not mistaken about who was responsible for the destruction of everything.

So, at the moment Ronald slew the two nearest cultist magicians.

The others began chanting spells en masse and unhesitatingly targeted Ronald with them.

Swish swish——

A peculiar green ray and a foul-smelling meatball. These two fastest spells reached Ronald first.

"Heh——"

Ronald let out a cold snort.

These two spells might pose a certain challenge to an ordinary caster, but before him, even their best speed seemed lacking.

Just a slight adjustment of posture in mid-air.

Ronald perfectly avoided the trajectories of these two spells while swinging his sword to completely obliterate them.

Bang! Bang!

The magic power constructing the spells exploded in mid-air, dispersing red and green mist around Ronald's body.

Taking advantage of the dispersed momentum, Ronald accelerated once more.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in the midst of over a dozen cultist magicians.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight ends here!"

Briefly issuing a final notice, Ronald, unusually, grasped the sword of Saint Catherine with both hands and made a vigorous horizontal sweep around him.

Swish——

As the blade cut through the air, the "Power of the Sun" erupted from the lake's surface at an exaggerated scale.

The dazzling light directly drove away the morning dawn.

Under the immense heat and magic power emitted, with Ronald as the center, a depression was instantly evaporated in the surrounding lake water.

When the water refilled the depression and the light dissipated. Beneath the water's surface, the shadows of seven corpses, already cleaved in half and reduced to charred remnants, could be seen sinking into the lake's depths.

The second strike of the surprise attack ended.

Ronald had already reduced the number of enemies to single digits.

And even though only seven died, the condition of the surviving cultist magicians was no better.

Some of these guys specialized in defensive spells, barely clinging to life from the sudden assault; others were simply fortunate due to being farther away, so their injuries weren't fatal.

Most were floating on the lake in an extremely weakened state, and it seemed unlikely they could hinder Ronald.

As for Ronald, who achieved this outcome.

Looking at the cultist magicians' appearance, he remained calm, simply and casually raising the saintly relic in his hand once more.

"You all were lucky, but it ends here..."

"Stop!"

"Ronald, stop it!"

Just as Ronald was about to continue his efforts to wipe out the remaining cultist magicians.

An urgently anxious voice came from further behind on the lake.

Ronald looked up.

The person coming was Sheesta Baprol.

And she wasn't alone, as two casters with flying abilities were closely following, resembling two protectors shielding Sheesta from all sides.

Ronald carefully sensed their abilities.

The magic power fluctuations from these two immediately appeared indistinct.

Like formidable characters possessing original texts.

But upon closer sensing, no accurate results could be determined?

"..."

Amidst the escort of these two, Sheesta arrived at a position over ten meters away from Ronald.

This was the safety range for the cultist girl psychologically.

Seeing the miserable state of cultist magicians around Ronald, even if Sheesta was bold, she dared not move closer to him.

"Ronald, is there some misunderstanding on your part?"

"We're not doing anything inhumane here!"

Ronald paid no heed to Sheesta's argument.

Single-handedly gripping the sword of Saint Catherine, he swung the sword tip downward, and the "Power of the Sun" on his body immediately reignited.

"You're saying that summoning the so-called great being won't harm a single blade of grass in Waterfall City?"

"Huh?" Sheesta exclaimed in bewilderment.

Having her purpose directly revealed by Ronald, the cultist girl's feelings were evidently not good.

However, under the powerful threat of force, Sheesta obediently raised her hands:

"Is there still room to discuss this matter?"

Ronald moved forward at an unhurried pace, responding to Sheesta with a tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

"Sheesta, I'm here to stop your ritual."

"And right now, I'm in a hurry."

Immediately, Sheesta showed off her complete lack of principles as a cultist magician:

"Then don't attack!"

"We surrender, we'll surrender immediately!"

With a decisiveness that defied belief, Sheesta loudly acknowledged her defeat. She then gave a signaling glance to the two cultist magicians at her side, disregarded the others still wailing on the lake, and the three of them turned and flew in the opposite direction.

Furthermore, while flying away from the lake.

Sheesta frequently glanced back at Ronald, fearing he might catch up and strike with his sword.

"..."

"Just... gave up like that?"

Still floating in his original spot, Ronald's expression was somewhat peculiar as well.

With such manpower and resources spent on setting up this ritual, Sheesta just easily abandoned it?

Shaking his head lightly.

Ronald quickly turned and continued to fly toward the center of the lake.

This was inconsequential now.

Since Sheesta decisively fled with her followers, he had no intention to forcibly stop her anymore.

Because in the final direction he faced.

There were still three individuals maintaining the ceremonial array on the lake!

Stopping them was the top priority!

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