The explorers acted in an orderly manner.

Although there was only one caster, Friege, among the crowd, these people, who had roamed dangerous terrains for years, were not at all afraid of the opponents. Instead, they organized a plan at the fastest speed.

They consolidated weapon resources and distributed them to those who could use them effectively.

Then Friege walked alone to the rear. He was confident in handling two cult magicians by himself, as he was skilled at spells and wouldn't be troubled by the water surface environment.

Therefore, the two enemies surrounding on the water surface were entirely dealt with by Friege alone.

Aside from that, the remaining five casters were to be handled by the explorers.

They were all ordinary people without a hint of spellcasting abilities!

"..."

Seeing these explorers courageously step onto the battlefield, Ronald's emotions were complex at this moment.

He had once been through incidents together with these explorers.

This made Ronald more aware of each person's character and habits.

Everyone was willing to face danger at this time because they also anticipated the threat from the cult magicians in their hearts.

To protect this city, already in peril amidst the flames of war.

They were even willing to risk their lives to conceal the variable that 'Ronald was involved in this matter.'

Perhaps it was precisely because of these people's character.

That they were able to walk on such a path of exploration.

"..."

As Ronald pondered, the battle between the explorers and the cult magicians was about to erupt.

On the water surface at the back, Friege was holding his own against two, not falling behind.

Purely skilled spellcasting completely controlled the situation, making it easy to deal with two enemies, and there seemed to be no unexpected possibilities.

However, in front of the ice sculpture exhibition hall.

The explorers' battle was dangerous yet full of possibilities.

On the far left, the cult magician specialized in spirit interference spells. After one person became mentally disoriented, the other two explorers handling this guy immediately realized the problem. They then split up and used the buildings on both sides as cover to shoot.

The two weren't originally partners in exploration, but at this critical moment, they perfectly kept up with each other's shooting rhythm, forcibly cross-firing to push the cult magician back.

Cult magicians skilled in spirit control are indeed dangerous to ordinary people, but the type of spells he excelled in resulted in poor defensive abilities. He could only command controlled people while retreating to dodge himself.

However, such a retreat was a dead end.

Ronald, watching from the side, saw clearly that the retreat direction of the cult magician was calculated by the explorers. On the rooftops of houses along his forced retreat path, there was a series of precarious protruding window frames.

The battle hadn't damaged most buildings, but these illegally constructed, inherently unstable things were already teetering.

Only one external force was needed for these shelves, holding flower pots or items, to collapse with a chain reaction.

Looking at the cult magician on the right, this guy's own abilities were very weak, but he commanded a monster that could ignore all kinds of wounds.

The explorers didn't have a good way to handle this monster.

The bullet wounds could be completely healed in the blink of an eye; as for the cold weapons' slashes, one explorer did manage to land a blow on the head of this monster, using an opportunity gained at great risk, and was then thrown by the enraged monster.

However, the fact was this creature had no physiological weak points.

Even though the large gash on its head healed much slower than gunshots, it didn't affect its activities in any way. Only by risking their lives did two explorers continuously attract its attention at the cost of sustaining injuries.

Meanwhile, at the edge of this interaction area.

The explorer who had bravely slashed the monster, then fell to the ground, was already crawling with strength to a bush on the water's edge to hide and was stealthily approaching the cult magician himself, who was inherently weak.

The only one left now was the cult magician at the front entrance.

This guy in the middle was the toughest to deal with because, in addition to throwing corrosive liquid as an attack means, he also had spells to manipulate magic power to create hardened skin.

Seriel and Giovanni were responsible for dealing with him.

No attack in either of their hands could penetrate the opponent's defense, fundamentally cutting off the possibility of defeating the enemy.

Only Dawn was an exception.

Realizing the predicament of both sides, this man with the title of Professor immediately changed his battle tactics. While Seriel and Giovanni were risking their lives with the cult magician, he dashed into a house on the street.

Ronald felt the man's actions.

He relentlessly searched for something he wanted inside the house, seemingly planning to temporarily create something to defeat this enemy.

...

Rumble——

It only took a few minutes for changes affecting the entire battle to appear.

In the left battlefield, the explorer, holding a gun, finally forced the enemy to a corner, promptly shooting to disrupt the balance and causing the shelves above the cult magician's head to cascade down.

The cult magician, specializing in spirit control, realized it, but his body wouldn't allow him to escape the crushing range. He was directly pinned down by a pile of fallen stuff, watching incredulously as bullets shot toward the inescapable himself.

The first death seemed to signal the decisive horn of victory.

Professor Dawn completed his concoction inside the house, and without even stepping out of the building, he rushed to the window and threw three burning bottles at the cult magician.

The flames couldn't directly kill the cult magician.

But the fuel in the three molotov cocktails was not simple.

The cult magician, originally protected by spells, quickly fell to the ground after inhaling nearby air, looking as if he was fatally poisoned.

"Damn it, do you like playing around this much!"

"Now you've gotten yourself killed, right?"

Seeing two companions falling like this, the others on the lake at the back also began to weaken in energy.

The last monster commanding caster growled in anger at this moment:

"Can't even handle a few mortals; dying like this won't earn you any favor from Lord Cicesta!"

As these words fell, this sole cult magician with any remaining action capacity activated his magic power, sending a message-laden magic fluctuation merging into the chaotic environment of Waterfall City.

"Die now!"

Just then, the straining explorer leapt from behind the cult magician.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, the man fiercely stabbed a dagger into his back, then hugged him tightly before continuing to stab repeatedly.

"Ahhhh!"

"Get off! How dare you, how dare you..."

The cult magician flung the explorer away, prepared to retaliate in the next second.

But with several stabs, his clothes were already soaked with blood; he struggled to do something, but his strengthless body dragged him down.

"In December 1831, as a fortunate naturalist, I boarded the Royal Navy ship 'Beagle' for a five-year world scientific expedition!"

Meanwhile.

Ronald immediately stepped out of the ice sculpture exhibition hall to heal the wounds of these brave adventurers.

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