I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 46: God of Compassion (Please Read)
What's the point of only beating up the elderly?!
Watching Ron deal with his ten men so easily, the resentment surging in Aleka's heart seemed to turn into reality.

Although he is despicable, cunning, evil, cruel and vicious, he is an excellent believer of the "Mother of Mercy".

But at this moment, my heart can't help but yearn for fairness and justice.

"what!!!"

Seeing Ron turning around and coming towards him, Aleka became furious and endured high blood pressure, osteoporosis, Parkinson's disease, diabetes, lumbar disc herniation and other old age diseases, and forced himself to straighten his back.

The magic power in his body surged like a tide, but it did not achieve the result he wanted.

Because the holy light that was blocking the way was like a cactus stuck in it, it was so damn painful.

Just two or three inches, it’s better not to have it!

boom--

A blood mist gushed out from the lower body, which made Ron feel a chill in his crotch. He quickly moved his butt closer and continued the Holy Light Healing Spell.

"what!!!"

The familiar screams echoed throughout the woods again.

Aleka's eyes rolled up, revealing the whites of her eyes, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Gu——Kill me.

He admitted that he underestimated Ron.

He originally thought that Ron was favored by the Mother Goddess because he was ungrateful, disloyal, and shameless.

But now it seems that this guy is just as good at torturing people.

The blond boy had no idea what Mr. Pain Throat was thinking.

Now Ron had only one thing on his mind.

That is to use the newly upgraded "Holy Sword Technique" to help Mr. Aleka escape from this painful purgatory on earth.

Well done! —The Holy Light Element gave a thumbs-up to the kind-hearted young man.

"Holy Sword Technique!"

The soft shout was not noticeable in the woods filled with wailing.

As Ron raised the sword, the magic power in his body resonated with the holy light element again.

In an instant, his arm sank slightly, and he saw countless strands of golden light condensed into a solid entity, rapidly swirling around the gun.

After the Holy Sword Technique reached the Master Level, the Hand Cannon did not undergo any major changes.

It just feels heavier in the hand, and the caliber of the ferocious gun barrel has slightly increased, making it look extremely powerful.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Thunderous artillery sounds rang out from the muzzle, and the hand cannon with flashing cold light was no longer shooting out bullets, but three shells similar to those of a grenade launcher.

The holy light elements were condensed at one point, emitting light and warmth, like three small suns, and instantly appeared in front of the stunned Aleka.

If he was in good condition, he might be able to use his advantages in speed and strength to avoid or completely defend against the "Holy Light Cannonball" in advance.

But now, he can't do anything!
boom! ! !
It was as if endless holy light erupted, and the blazing light was like the kindness and goodness of the blond boy, warming the sky, warming the earth, and warming Aleka's heart.

The light quickly dissipated, leaving only a wreckage burning with white flames.

Although Mr. Aleka's body was a little tattered at the moment, Ron knew that he passed away very peacefully without any pain.

It is worthy of being a master-level magical attainment. I wonder if the next stage of achievement will be launching missiles?
Ron felt very excited just thinking about that scene.

At this time, the holy light element surrounding Ron was also very excited, as if it did not expect that the posture newly developed by it and the boy would be so powerful.

We two are really amazing! — This is what it seemed to be saying.

[You killed a Merciful Bishop (Level 4), Holy Sword Skill Proficiency +120] [You practiced Transfiguration 11 times, Transfiguration Proficiency +11]

[Notes on the art of illusion (beginner's level 16/100).]

[Holy Sword Art (Master 632/3000) Notes.]

When he saw this, the young man nodded with satisfaction. Before he could feel happy, he saw another line of prompts appear on the proficiency panel.

You are being watched by the Mistress of Mercy.

The compassionate mistress saw that you were so kind-hearted despite your young age, and felt that she couldn't let you go.

[You unlocked the title: Chosen of Compassion (wearable)]

[Chosen by the God of Mercy, Title Effect: You will be respected by certain groups of people.]

[Effect 2: Whenever the crimson moon descends, you will be eligible to enter the courtyard and confide in the mistress.]

[Note: What a cute guy! Come on, come here! I can’t wait!]

The mistress below!

If you don't want to raise it, go to the Royal Capital Municipal Government and ask them to unclog your sewer!!!
Don't bother me!

If I really bear the title of the Evil God's Chosen One, I'm afraid that Olivia will take me in as soon as I return to Stardust to work.

Ron's eyes went dark, his face turned pale, and he felt that his life was over.

His overactive imagination quickly constructed a picture in his mind.

Ron shuddered violently when he thought of an evil god waiting for him in the empty, lonely and cold place called the courtyard.

Is the president no longer beautiful, or is Madam Elena no longer attractive?
Who would go to find the lower mother goddess?

I will never carry this crappy title in my life!
Also, I will never go to that courtyard!

The young man made up his mind, and just quickly glanced at the two title effects before setting his sights on the crime scene.

More than a dozen corpses lay limply on the ground, and the blood had soaked the ground, spreading a blood-red color.

This wasn't the first time Ron had done this. He cleaned up the battlefield with a numb expression and dug a hole for everyone to bury.

But he soon realized an important problem.

That is, the boy only knew the names of Snake and Aleka, and he didn't know the other ten cultists at all.

Ron felt quite sad when he thought of these homeless people who didn't even have a grave after they died.

Although they were enemies, he chose to put aside their grudges and laugh it off.

After pondering for a few seconds, the blond boy carved on the wooden board with a heavy heart:

"Sad tiger, crow, fly, fat lion."

They are all illegal social groups, so just use them as they are. I hope these people like them.

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This was the scene Olivia saw when she arrived.

This is the third time, and this time they even buried the people. They are becoming more and more professional!
The black-haired woman walked forward expressionlessly, staring at Ron for more than ten seconds, but couldn't help pointing at the large bloodstains on the ground.

"You did all this?"

The blond boy shook his head silently, causing Olivia's eyelids to twitch.

Before she could react, she heard Ron slowly say:

"This was not done by me, but by the justice in my heart!"

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"The cultists were so evil, I couldn't help myself, I..."

The next chapter will be an hour late. Halfway through writing, I suddenly felt something was wrong and deleted a thousand words of the manuscript. Woo woo woo~~~
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