Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 544 - 541: Driving

The ship swayed in the storm?

Ronald suddenly thought of this phrase.

Although it didn’t quite fit the current situation, the thought still popped up.

After he had destroyed the barrier, the multi-mast sailing ship was suddenly filled with screams, and the pitiful vessel was even less able to protect itself amidst the monsters’ struggle.

And with the aid of "Fury."

Ronald was very clear about the condition of everyone on board.

These people were a steel troop thrown together at the last moment and not of one mind.

Under such a fierce attack from Ronald and Bapulor, many people’s most immediate response was not to get involved. They had taken on the Nine Commandments in hopes of getting their hands on the rumored "Interpretation Book," which could decode the original, and it was worth risking their lives.

But now?

Risking their lives to fight enemies of such a level...

For the cause of justice?

That must be a joke.

Such might exist, but on this multi-masted sailing ship, appearing on the sea surface for the pursuit of profit, that was incredibly rare.

Once the tide of battle showed any instability.

No one would continue to fight so naively.

Crack!

Suddenly, the sound of massive wood splitting rang out within the hull.

The Wind Element controlled by the summoner would not attack the multi-mast sailing ship, but Bapulor had no intention of showing mercy... Rather, it was the cultist magician’s purpose to attack the people on the ship.

To have just crushed the Cold Ice Magic and then to fight the gigantic Wind Element.

In such a tense and fierce battle, Bapulor still didn’t forget to lash out with a tentacle.

— The ship’s defensive spells did work.

— But sadly, that effect was like a drop in the bucket.

In less than a second, the enormous tentacle destroyed the protective magic with its mere physical mass, and then smashed down in the central position of the multi-mast sailing ship.

The wooden planks that formed the deck and cabins broke in succession, the crossbeams maintaining the frame within the cabin couldn’t last a moment, and even the hardest keel, without a doubt, snapped directly in two.

A vessel that just minutes before could still float normally on the Sunset Ocean.

Now it had become two pathetic wrecks.

At this moment, Ronald felt the cabin beneath his feet suddenly begin to spin in place, and with a leap, he was airborne, understanding the situation in the next second.

Under the sea waves and the great kinetic energy of the ship’s breakup, the two halves of the wreckage were like paper toys caught in the current, utterly incapable of any degree of stability.

And then...

More reality struck.

Some of the casters who had not gone up high to snipe at Ronald were flying straight into the sky this moment, heading towards Springs without looking back.

Among the casters who had not joined the battle when the glacier shattered, many more now jumped into the sea, escaping towards the shore with the enhancement of magic.

Such an enthusiastic attitude.

This was the first time Ronald had seen it since the battle began.

Under the pitch-black night sky, shards of cold ice and sea spray filled the view, with enormous tentacles and the Wind Element attacking each other, flesh and blood being flung about by the stormy wind.

And on the fragmented pieces of the two halves of the ship.

Powerful casters were escaping outward, not caring about the lives of others.

With Ronald’s vision, he could even see the sorry sight of someone caught in the aftermath of the battle, but no one offered a hand to help.

"Sigh..."

Seeing this, Ronald’s fighting spirit instantly dropped by a great deal.

Such opponents... No, they were just a group of refugees who couldn’t even merit that title.

What Ronald had to resolve now.

Was merely the evil Magic Power owner lurking about.

That was Bapulor’s former right-hand man—the cultist magician, Little William Ireland.

Hum—

Ronald tightened his grip on the Saint Catherine Sword in his hand.

His gaze then shifted to the half-shipwreck a short distance away.

The position of the damaged multi-masted ship was just near the enemy, a view that already predetermined Ronald’s use of "Measurement."

"Starting from the relationship between the entire Earth and the sky, we will begin to construct our cognition..."

At this moment, a hint of brightness flashed across the sea surface.

A sudden burst of strong magical luminescence erupted from the spinning shipwreck on the water.

Little William, who was preparing a spell, seemed to sense Ronald’s hostility at that moment.

So, stuck in the instant of completing the Astronomy Master spell, he activated his hidden trump card.

In an instant, everything before Ronald’s eyes was utterly different from just a moment ago.

Although the shipwreck continued to float beneath his feet, the pitch-black night and the vast ocean had disappeared in that moment.

In a completely grey space, it was as if only Ronald and the ruins of the ship beneath him existed.

"What is this..."

Ronald was stunned.

He did not sense any magical fluctuations around him, nor was there anything of interest in this place.

Living things, dead objects, even the essence of matter itself seemed irrelevant.

It was a completely grey void.

Ronald’s brows furrowed.

He was certainly not within a barrier spell, nor was it a classic trial.

This was some sort of undetectable magical ability...

Or had he been caught in some Illusion Technique?

After all, he was quite certain that in that moment, Little William must have done something, and the magic fluctuations he captured surely had their significance.

Then, Ronald’s expression changed.

He blinked, then raised his right hand in front of him.

A distinct magic disturbance suddenly emanated from the wrist housing several tomes.

Immediately after, the rarely summoned Bradshaw’s Railway Guide appeared before him.

And a function of Bradshaw’s Railway Guide, which had never been in effect before, revealed its true nature at this time.

Whoo-whoo-whoo—

Clankety-clankety-clankety—

The sound of steam being ejected and the train transmission system filled this world of nothingness.

Right in front of Ronald.

In the grey world, a line of tracks spread out from the void.

A steam train, somewhat similar to the Dongfeng model, arrived before him on the tracks.

Click—

A familiar yet strange sound of stopping resonated before him.

The unmanned steam train came to a halt and then the carriage door automatically opened in front of Ronald.

Ronald only needed a glance.

To see the opulent interior decoration inside.

Even if he had previously pondered how Bradshaw’s Railway Guide would take effect, Ronald had never imagined it would involve a train arriving directly before him.

"Is this what it means to be exempt from the interference of time-space spells..."

"Ha-ha—"

Ronald chuckled with a faint sense of amusement.

Then he stepped forward, setting foot in the open doorway before him.

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