Mystic Dominator

"Lamer, kill him."

Dahlman understands the importance of talent in today's world.

But Warnerson's attitude was obviously no longer able to be used by him, so the former congressman issued an order to have the big devil kill the other party.

Opposite, Warnerson almost accepted his end.

Although he could protect himself in the melee in the forest, he had almost no chance of winning against an enemy of the caliber of the Great Demon. He even escaped because of his original sin, and there was Dahlman behind him who knew him well.

One against two, weak against strong.

The old spellcaster really couldn't think of anything that could change the outcome, so he could only make up his mind to fight with all his strength, at least make a final effort before death.

The tense atmosphere on the court was about to break out.

But in the next few seconds, it gradually became weird and subtle.

Because a very strange thing happened here - after Dalman issued the order, Ramo, the summoned object, did not act.

"Lamer? Why don't you do it?"

Dahlman immediately became alert and even took the initiative to distance himself from his summons.

Although I don’t know why Lamer didn’t take action.

But from the perspective of a summoner, he also understands how serious the situation is when the summoned object resists the order, especially in this situation!

At the same time, the big devil looked up at the sky.

Comparing his summoner with Warnerson beside him, Larmer discovered something more important.

So it turned its head to look at Dahlman and informed in a calm tone:

"Mr. Dalman, I regret to inform you that our contract ends today."

The big devil's name for Dahlman changed from 'Sir' to 'Sir'.

And at the same time as its words fell to the ground.

An orange-red fire ring composed of countless flame characters suddenly appeared between the two people.

Lamer waved his hands from top to bottom,

There was no direct contact with the ring of fire.

Pacha——

There was a cracking sound, the bright flame quickly broke, and the burning text also dimmed.

"You, you actually terminated your contract with me?"

Dahlman could hardly believe what he was seeing!

"You have already violated the summoning contract once. If you break the contract with me this time, no one will ever summon you to this world again!"

The former congressman's body was shaking.

After Larmer left, he was not afraid of a one-on-one duel with Warnerson. But as a spellcaster, as a summoner, and as a Salamander, he could not accept the demon's betrayal of him.

This is almost a denial of all his past efforts in school magic!

Could it be that without the original scripture, ordinary Salamanders really couldn't restrain the great demon?

Almost at the same time, Dahlman began to doubt himself.

Ramo, who can actually betray the holder of the original code, spoke:

"Mr. Dahlman, if you can survive today, then do this. I'm just sorry to tell you that I don't care about this, and there is a high probability that you will not survive today."

After the words fell, the devil's figure slowly dissipated on the spot, like the mist that disappeared in the early morning.

And Lamer's last voice also disappeared along with his body:...

"Humans, I can wait, wait for you to forget everything."

"..."

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, after watching all this, Warnerson laughed.

The old mage pointed at the middle-aged congressman, with ridicule and humiliation almost written on his face:

"Those who betray the city are also betrayed by their own summons. Dalman, you beast, you really put on an interesting show for me!"

The series of encounters almost made Dahlman dizzy with anger.

He didn't even analyze the reason why Lamer suddenly betrayed him, but directly confronted Warnerson:

"Warnerson, do you think you can leave alive?"

"If it's for Harmono, especially when facing a traitor like you, then I'm not afraid of death!" The old man took a step forward, but there was an inexplicable confidence in his tone, "And you really think you won today. deal?"

"Dalman, why don't you think about your summons? For what reason would you betray you, the summoner, at this time?"

Dahlmann immediately recalled Lamer's actions as he left.

He then looked in the direction of the big devil's last gaze, and at this moment, a long black sword came into view.

Check——

In an instant, the long sword dropped from the air passed through Dahlman's chest. The force on the long sword was so great that he could not resist, and he was dragged directly to the ground, nailed to the ground like an insect specimen.

“Ahhhhh——”

Dahlman wailed loudly and tried to pull out the sword blade from his chest.

However, as soon as he waved his arm, Catalina, who followed closely behind the sword, crushed his shoulder and said in a cold tone:

"Trash, don't touch my stuff with your hands."

Dalman, who had been severely wounded, soon became silent. Blood flowed from the caster's wounds, wetting the weeds on the ground and blending into the soil of the forest.

At this time, Ronald, who was a little slower, also landed.

He looked at the dead Dalman and made no comment.

Catalina herself is not the type to be merciful when taking action, not to mention Ronald has no reason to save Dalman.

So I just took a look at this traitor who met a miserable end.

Ronald then turned to look at Warnerson and smiled at the person they were looking for:

"Mr. Warnerson, I'm sorry, we seem to be late?"

The old mage did not relax his vigilance.

He carefully looked at the two people who fell from the sky, and his tone remained tense:

"If I remember correctly, you were introduced by Dalman before."

"It's just a transaction between us and him." Ronald explained simply, "If a murderer committed a murder with a kitchen knife, you wouldn't blame the businessman who sells the kitchen knife, right?"

After Ronald explained, their eyes met.

After looking at each other seriously for a while, Warnerson gradually let down his guard and responded to Ronald's greetings normally:

"If you are here to teleport to me, then with all due respect - you came too late. The originally agreed time was at noon yesterday, but now it is already the early morning of the next day."

When mentioning this, Ronald inevitably smiled bitterly:

"This is really not our intention to break the contract."

"It is about solving the dust monster that is eroding the earth. The loss of time is unavoidable."

"What?!" Ronald spoke in a low tone, but Warnerson couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard it. The monster that destroyed Harmono just now was actually solved by the man in front of me?

The old magician was in disbelief:

"Did you really deal with that monster?"

It was his own handwriting. Ronald naturally nodded frankly and said:

"Yes, we handled it."

Warnerson's expression changed again and again.

As for the result, Ronald's explanation made the old magician change his mind.

After all, it was this young man who solved the culprit that destroyed Harmono.