Chapter 447 New Page

"A defeated general is still boasting."

Ron glanced at Mindatis coldly. What made this former elf vomit blood was that this human turned his attention to Baron Saran again: "You are the same. Since you can die the first time, you can die a second time today!"

"This time, it's very different!" Several identical Barons Saran approached with gloomy faces, "Without that tiefling to save you, I don't see how you can beat me!"

The most unacceptable thing for him before was the tiefling who stabbed him from behind! But this time he saw clearly that the bastard was not here!

"Hai Lan Slate, listen to my orders, return!"

One of the Barons Saran suddenly raised his arm high, and in an instant, the gems in the hands of the crowd were faintly ready to move again - he actually wanted to repeat the old trick and seize control of these gems again!

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"You must have found more, but you have fewer opportunities to use them, and this is my opportunity!" Baron Saran was full of confidence, but when his eyes met Ron's, he clearly saw the mockery in the other's eyes.

What was even more mocking than the mockery was that none of those gems... moved!

"Return!"

Baron Saran suddenly felt embarrassed and shouted again, but those gems still remained restless, and none of them really returned to his hands!

"This is impossible!" The baron widened his eyes, "I am your real master! He is just borrowing it temporarily, you should obey my will!"

"You..." Suddenly, the heads of the six Sarans turned to Gillianis, who was standing aside and had no intention of intervening.

The long life before his death and the resurrection now made his mind not as bright as it was in the past, but even so, he realized one thing: here, he was not the "real owner" of the amethyst slab and the gems on it. There was only one real owner of these magic props, and that was... Gillianis Galanold!

"My lord, you said you wouldn't interfere!"

"I didn't interfere," said the moon elf, who was his junior hundreds of years ago, as cold as polar ice and snow, "but you just don't have the ability."

"Take a good look, isn't my weaving preface in his hand?"

Without waiting for Saran to react, the weaving preface was summoned in front of him by Ron, and the pages flew, and with it, several gems used by Ron himself, were emitting dangerous magical brilliance towards their previous owner.

"You don't really think that you can still compete with me in the field of magic now, do you?"

Saran Ryan's life ended the moment he announced his premature death. Now he is just the echo of the past shadow, while Ron is a real living being who is changing every day!

The relevant theories of magic are so profound and obscure that it is difficult to study thoroughly even if it takes several centuries. But if we just reproduce the parts that have been analyzed long ago, the six months taught by Gillianis are enough!

What's more, Ron is not simply copying, but really putting it into practice and turning it into his own use. His previous spell that exceeded his original ability is a proof of this!

"No, this is impossible!" The six Sarans took two steps back in unison, looking at Ron's robe that began to flutter constantly, and the magic circles that emerged and spread out one by one to produce this phenomenon in shock. "You can't grow to this point in such a short time!"

How long has it been? ! What was he at that time? Just a crappy wizard who can even blow himself up with a fireball!

"Humans are always in a hurry. They are ambitious and always want to accomplish something in their short lives. Those human undertakings seem so pale and powerless, but sometimes you will be shocked by their achievements in the blink of an eye."

Gilliannis stood aside, quietly watching the changes in the situation, slowly repeating the evaluation of other races passed down by the elves many years ago.

More than half a year is insignificant for elves, but this does not apply to humans.

"Let me show you what I can do in such a short time." Ron's face was reflected by the magic circles around him, showing various colors. His hand covered the page of the weaving preface, which should have been the last page he could turn, but as Ron waved his hand suddenly, the weaving preface opened a new page again!

This page is not blank, but full of dense spells, and it seems that there are even more in the pages behind!

Unlike the past, Ron no longer needs to look for scrolls or magic books. For him, the high-level magic that ordinary magicians can only encounter but not seek is just ordinary information that he can read at any time! When the time comes, he can use it at will!

"If you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't have been so sure, but you showed up after Mindatis failed, so don't blame me!" Ron's eyes were filled with countless magical energies, and the colors mixed into bright white light. As he chanted, various spellcasting materials flowed out of the alchemy backpack one by one as if they had life, pulling spells one after another to wreak havoc in the entire space.

Saran wanted to stop him, but he found sadly that his current magic attainments were far inferior to Ron. Here, as long as Gillianis did not take action, Ron was already the most powerful spellcaster!

Even if there was still a big gap between him and the moon elves, it was the same!

"That doesn't matter... Even if you have made progress in magic, you can't compare to this body I exchanged for my life!" Six Sarans gritted their teeth and rushed forward, dragging Mindatis to attack together, "Although this is a grudge between you and us, the battle is actually a competition between you and the 'dealer'!"

"You can't win!"

"What if we are included?" As soon as the voice sounded, one of the Sarans' faces changed immediately, and a big sword came across the sky and hit him on the head.

On this giant sword that was once used by orcs, the same brilliance as the magic cast by Ron bloomed, and when he tried to resist with his body, a slash burst out and pierced his heart directly!

On the other side, as the remaining Saran and Mindatis came whistling, a wall of rotating magic blades rose from the metal ground, piercing the scales and skin of every creature that tried to pass through the wall like a real sword.

"In the name of Helm - Blade Wall!"

The holy emblem in the priest's hand also burst out with a sacred light! (End of this chapter)