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The intersection of the scepter and sword blade released a powerful Magic Fluctuation, accompanied by a loud noise that erupted into a huge wave that shook the heavens!

Even though his body was already enhanced to the extreme,

Ronald still couldn’t see the changes before him with his own eyes amidst this impact.

But at this moment, he smiled.

Because through the Power of the Sun covering the Sword of Saint Catherine, he could clearly feel one thing—he had won this battle.

The Power of the Sun spread over the Sword of Saint Catherine, enveloping the artificial deity’s body, burning the Fake God Body with all its might.

For the enemy, death was certain.

Sizzle—

But in the next second, the huge explosion’s shockwave began to contract.

Damn!

A look of alarm flashed across Ronald’s face, and he immediately tried to escape.

However, the contracting force that absorbed everything was too great, he simply couldn’t break free.

The cause of this phenomenon was straightforward.

It was the death of the artificial deity.

Like in monster movies or other bosses’ battles, it was inevitable that these beings would cause explosions before dying.

The artificial deity had now completely perished.

And the grimoires that constituted its existence collapsed simultaneously with the event.

The power generated by the explosions of several grimoires at once was truly astounding!

Ronald realized the danger looming, but still had no ability to resist. He had just used [Humanity’s Endpoint], and neither [Guardian Angel] nor [Power of Stability] had the capacity to withstand this kind of impact.

In an instant,

Ronald was sent flying by the explosion that breached all defenses, his body was hurled high into the air.

Whoosh—

Flying through the air, Ronald’s mind nearly blank from the blast, subconsciously activated the Complete Technique of "Origin of Species."

All the life force that the grimoire had accumulated since he acquired it came into play, nearly expending everything to begin repairing his body. Then, the next second before his injuries were about to heal, Ronald hit the ground.

Bang!

With a crash that sounded life-threatening, Ronald, like a projectile launched from a catapult, slammed into the ground, then skidded a short distance before finally coming to a stop on a sheet of ice.

This was the frozen surface of the Wis River.

Snowflakes in the sky were slowly falling; Ronald could feel the minute iciness on his face.

However, he couldn’t make any movements right now.

The only thing he could feel was the severe depletion of his grimoire’s stored life force, now only able to recover at an extremely slow rate.

Meanwhile, as snow continued to fall from the sky, the weather’s erosion became more severe.

As his body became gradually covered by the falling snow, the sense of boundless isolation filled Ronald’s heart.

He wouldn’t die here unexpectedly,

But he would certainly be lying down for quite some time.

He wondered which group of people in Springs would find him first.

"..."

Pitter-patter—

Just as Ronald was slowly adjusting his breathing and coordinating with his body’s recovery,

A rhythmic and steady footstep sounded.

Through the accumulating snow, Ronald’s vision saw someone with an umbrella coming from the northeast toward Springs.

As this person neared,

They turned without hesitation, walked onto the frozen surface of the Wis River, and finally bent down slowly in front of Ronald.

Ronald saw a beautiful girl who was beyond description.

She was dressed in a plain and old maid’s outfit, holding an umbrella in one hand to shield him from the snowflakes, while carrying a chest in the other.

She watched Ronald, then spoke with a gentle voice,

"Young master, I’m so glad to see you here."

"It’s time to go home."