William Jr. didn't die right away.

In fact, just as Baprorol said, this man was also proficient in the spells of the cultist warlock school.

At the moment of realizing that his body was mortally wounded.

William Jr. activated a spell to change his physical state, and countless flesh buds emerged from the wound and began to help him collect his internal organs and suture his body.

Just two seconds.

The man repaired the wounds inflicted by Ronald's sword.

It's just that William Jr. is not the Baprol who directly controls the original text.

Although his broken body was reconnected, his face was now extremely bad, and there was not a trace of blood in his bare skin.

The appearance of the whole person.

It's like a specimen out of formalin.

“……”

With such a body, William Jr. still looked at Ronald on the other side of the water with puzzled eyes.

The wreck of the galleon, which he had sealed, was nowhere to be found.

But this man who shouldn't have appeared, Ronald, is floating there at the moment.

Soon, doubts receded from the man's eyes.

William Jr. quickly looked at his old boss as he rearranged the defensive spells:

"Baprol, you've really found a good helper, I ......"

"Are you in a hurry?" Little William opened his mouth to say something, but Baprol's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles and said, "You guy is scared, aren't you?" ”

"What reason do you want to separate me from Ronald?"

"Speak up and listen."

“……”

Little William's expression instantly turned resentful.

He stretched out his finger and shook it at Baprorol: "You...... Do you really think you know everything, that everything about me, including life and death, is in your plan? ”

Then Paprol replied very seriously:

"It's a little worse, this title sounds pretty powerful, and it still belongs to Daintrian's guy for the time being, right?"

“……”

William Jr. was speechless by Paprol's answer.

It was just as he was pondering how to proceed that a more dangerous situation arose.

Baprorol was still observing his men with interest.

He doesn't even hesitate to give it any chance to cast spells freely.

However, this is not the case with Ronald.

With so many words, this man used the time to recite the incantation again, and he was obviously about to attack him!

"Wow-"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat spurted out of William Jr.'s mouth.

His face became almost utterly dead.

As the caster's figure stiffened in the air, he already sensed that his heart was crushed by an invisible force, and then this force even continued to attack his other internal organs!

But the spell came and went as fast as it came.

After crushing the heart, it immediately becomes weak, and then it is ineffective.

Almost died.

William Jr. knew this for sure.

If it weren't for the spell he had just started to repair his body, there would have been no other outcome for his heart being pinched and exploded.

And again to be hit hard enough to be fatal.

Now William's physical strength has reached the limit.

Even if Ronald and Baprol don't continue to attack and just confront each other, he will be unconscious on his own for a quarter of an hour or so.

Thinking of this, William Jr. couldn't help but look at Baprol.

If he could master the original texts of the school like his 'dear old boss', even if this kind of injury could be repaired a dozen times, he would not be in this situation.

"I ...... That's nice......"

William Jr. thought of something and began to grit his teeth to activate the only hole cards he had left.

At this time, Baprol sent him a greeting with considerable concern:

"Little William, have you figured it out? Would you like to die! ”

"I remember that you are from Nanjun, there seems to be a custom over there to bury birds at funerals, how many do you want, what kind of ...... do you want?"

Little William finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted and smashed a punch into his lower abdomen.

"You're going to die!"

- At this moment.

- Ronald is on his way to the location of the two cultists.

With his current excellent insight, he was aware of both Baprorol and William Jr.'s movements.

There were two attacks in a row just now.

There is no doubt that it was issued to take William Jr.'s life.

It's a pity that the spells of these cult warlocks are so difficult, even if it is a fatal level of damage, it can be repaired in a very short time.

Right now, the fog of hell doesn't fly as fast as I do.

The deadliest ranged attack is only consumed.

So Ronald's choice is naturally to immediately close the distance with William Jr. and use the sword of Santa Caterina in his hand to completely end the life of the enemy.

After all, just looking at the appearance, you can understand that William Jr. is now at the end of the crossbow.

It's not much of a threat.

A distance of 100 meters, at Ronald's current speed, is in the blink of an eye.

However, William Jr.'s action of breaking the net was just a fist in his lower abdomen.

Smack-

The palm of his hand penetrated the flesh and blood, and something like a villain's book and book book was dragged out by him along with the flesh and blood.

Rumble!

In the next second, a violent explosion was triggered in William Jr.'s hand.

Ronald could feel the magic of the original canon level coming from this guy, and his first thought was that William Jr. wanted to let his original canon run wild, and then pull everyone into the original canon trial.

It's a pity...... Ronald guessed wrong.

This little William seems to have a bit of a brain, but as a subordinate that Baprorol loves so much, how can he not have some crazy qualities?

William Jr.'s actions were not at all to make the original canon run wild.

He chose to sacrifice himself as a sacrifice and then activated the strongest sacrificial spell in the original canon he held.

And the target of this sacrificial spell ......

It was the original text that William Jr. took out of his body!

The intense magic began to flow, and then crashed into the book from which it originated.

At this moment, a strong air current burst out from the original text.

The huge magic power also began to be vented in an instant.

Ronald and Baprol, who were the closest to William Jr., couldn't even stabilize their bodies for the first time, and were directly blown out of a very long distance.

Above the sea, Ronald steadied himself as fast as he could.

He raised the sword of Santa Caterina in front of him, raising his head to defend himself against the terrifying attack that was coming.

- The field of vision is severely affected.

The explosion slammed into the sea and the ice, and the splashes of air and magic mixed in, making everything extremely chaotic...... In such a situation, it is impossible to distinguish any useful information with the naked eye alone!

It took another two seconds for Ronald to notice the first movement.

It was Paprol's angry shout:

"Little William, you're sick in the head!"

"It's all a death anyway, you're going to mess with your original scriptures, right?"