The incredibly powerful color-changing lizard had caused Elisa a lot of trouble. The clothes made from Kevra material had numerous torn scratches, and the shoulder pad seemed to have been pierced by something sharp.
Ronan held his gun, advancing step by step without any hesitation or hesitation.
Big-nosed Lehman glanced back and asked, "Master?"
Selah from Albania was feeling uneasy. The person who had stormed in from the workshop's entrance had singlehandedly taken down so many mercenaries?
"Kill him!" Master Henry snapped his fingers with his left hand, chanting ancient Latin syllables.
Almost simultaneously, Ronan sensed the danger. He silently invoked his steel claws and reached out his left hand towards the crates on his left side! A slit appeared in the neatly stacked burlap bags on top of the crates, and something shot out like an arrow, striking Ronan's left palm.
Ronan clasped his hands to catch it, and the thing retracted immediately.
His left palm stung, reminiscent of when he was clawed by the spirit leopard in the past.
Ronan's right hand was not idle; he was about to bring over his shotgun when, without warning, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground.
Half of his body was exposed from behind the crates.
Danger ahead!
Lehman and Selah almost simultaneously fired their guns!
With incredible agility, Ronan twisted his waist, rolling along the slippery floor.
Several bullets popped onto the ground, barely thirty centimeters away from Ronan.
Pushing off the ground, Ronan remembered and suddenly, the ground frosted over, his muscles stiffening from the sudden cold, his movements slowing down.
Beside him, a wooden box cracked open. With a whoosh, more arrow-like things shot out, aimed straight for Ronan's throat.
Ronan blocked his neck with his left hand, a strong force colliding with it, his hand backhanding against his neck, resulting in a sharp pain in his palm.
The arrow-like object rebounded, and a large lizard of the same color as the box leaped forward, its claws, almost the size of an adult's palm, shimmering with a cold light.
Ronan kicked off the ground, retreating.
The ground's frost couldn't last, quickly melting away.
At the entrance of the laboratory, Master Henry's left hand moved like a flying stroke, his mouth continuously uttering ancient Latin phrases.
Ordinary people could no longer understand this ancient and obscure language.
"Disarm!"
Ronan was sprinting at full speed, raising his gun to shoot, but for some reason, his right hand suddenly lifted, and the shotgun slipped out of his hand!
The handguns and daggers at his waist also inexplicably dropped down, flung far away by the inertia of his running.
In an instant, he was unarmed!
Master Henry leaned against the laboratory door frame, breathing slightly, in this post-apocalyptic era, even though magic was recovering, it remained extremely hostile to mages.
"Watch out!"
Elisa crouched, the dagger in her mouth, and climbed to the other side of the crates, intending to sneak around from the side.
Ronan stomped on the ground and darted out.
Splat!
An adult-sized claw easily pierced through the wooden crate!
This time, Ronan saw clearly; it was a large lizard.
It was the giant chameleon he needed, no doubt!
The feeling he had when he saw the spirit leopard was resurfacing.
Ronan felt hungry!
He wanted to devour this giant chameleon!
But the large lizard swiftly moved away, disappearing from view, almost like it had cast an invisibility spell.
As soon as the large lizard left, gunshots rang out again. Lehman and Selah seemed to have trained specifically with the large lizard, displaying remarkable coordination.
Ronan avoided the slippery area on the ground, darting behind the crates. Just as he was about to deal with the two gunmen, he sensed danger from above and quickly crouched forward.
The giant chameleon had climbed to a high point without him noticing, and its arrow-like tongue shot out again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out in succession, splintering the wood around the crates.
Invisible enemies were the most troublesome!
Using the crates as cover, Ronan pulled out a paint spray can from his bag and sprayed towards the direction of the giant chameleon.
The red paint splashed onto the crates, vivid like blood.
A large mass of red, oddly moving rapidly on the ground, almost imperceptible to the human eye; there was a chameleon of the same color as the ground.
However, in front of the paint spray can that Ronan had prepared in advance, the chameleon's color-changing ability was severely compromised.
Being able to see the chameleon's position immediately relieved the pressure. Ronan freed up his movements, pushing down a row of crates with all his strength and charging forward amidst the chaos.
His speed was astonishing. Leveraging the cover of the crates, he changed directions repeatedly.
Lehman and Selah struggled to lock onto Ronan's position again.
Master Henry chanted Latin again, his left hand moved gracefully in the air, pointing forward.
The ground where Ronan would pass immediately turned slippery.
But unlike the previous time, Ronan swiftly changed direction, using both feet to step on the crates, moving sideways with ease, easily avoiding the greasy patch.
Almost at the same moment, taking advantage of Ronan drawing the attention of the three others, Elisa circled to the side, about ten meters away, and threw a dagger. The dagger flew out like a released arrow, hitting the unsuspecting Selah. Selah clutched her neck and fell.
Elisa ran towards the back of the crates, while Lehman turned his gun towards her and fired repeatedly.
Ronan had closed in, watching as the old handsome man gestured with his left hand and chanted, forcefully tossing the paint spray can in his hand.
Master Henry took a step to the right, hiding behind bulletproof glass.
The paint can smashed hard against the bulletproof glass.
Master Henry's spellcasting was interrupted.
Ronan had just managed to deal with Lehman when the predator's alertness caught sight of a rapidly moving mass of red. Ronan silently invoked his steel claws again and met it head-on.
With the gunmen and the old handsome man no longer posing a long-range threat, Ronan's full power and speed far surpassed that of the giant chameleon.
He evaded the chameleon's claws and arrow-like tongue, waited for it to rush past, and then, with a mighty surge, he released the steel-like force of his hammer-like right fist onto the chameleon's triangular head.
The chameleon fell with a thud and was about to escape, but Ronan was already on it!
His left hand gripped the chameleon's rough neck, and his right fist struck its head forcefully.
"No..."
The French old handsome man cried out in distress, wanting to cast a spell but was too late!
In the span of a breath, Ronan delivered eight full-powered strikes!
By the sixth strike, the chameleon's head made a crisp cracking sound as it flattened.
Someone had beaten a tiger to death.
Today, Ronan had beaten a giant chameleon to death!
After eight punches, the chameleon couldn't be more dead.
Without stopping, Ronan leaped into the air and charged at the just-reacting Lehman.
Finally finishing an incantation, the French old handsome man pointed his left hand towards Ronan, and instantly, a layer of frost formed on Ronan's face and body.
The bone-chilling cold made Ronan involuntarily shiver.
But this couldn't stop him from charging forward.
Just as Lehman's gun was about to turn towards Elisa's direction, Ronan charged like an onrushing locomotive, his iron fist colliding with Lehman's body, sending him rolling on the ground, coughing up blood.
Elisa emerged from behind the crates, pulling out the dagger from Selah's neck and simultaneously producing an access card.
Shivering, Ronan picked up the handgun that Lehman had dropped on the ground.
Behind, the chameleon had turned completely lifeless. The grey outer skin peeled away, revealing its original green skin underneath, blood from the bullet holes oozing and forming red streaks.
Master Henry had long since retreated back into the laboratory, closing the lab door.
Although he had lived for a long time, his greatest expertise lay in alchemy.
Furthermore, in this post-apocalyptic era, the magical power that low-level mages could unleash was far too weak.
Rather than calling it magic, it was more like tricks.
Master Henry took out a mage badge he had acquired at a high price last month, activated its magic to open its spatial storage, and retrieved a curved knife, preparing for a desperate fight.
Seeing frost on Ronan's hair and eyebrows, Elisa asked, "Are you okay?"
Ronan exhaled a puff of white breath, "Cold!"
Elisa understood that this was alright, so she approached and swiped the access card, opening the laboratory's bulletproof glass door.
Inside the laboratory, Master Henry held a curved knife and stood tall.
Behind him, a large number of candles made from white wax of insects were burning, with several crystal containers beside them.
On the desk to the left, there were many documents piled up.
On the right side of the floor, a naked girl was kneeling and lying, her tear-filled eyes filled with fear.
As the bulletproof glass door opened, Ronan immediately lifted his gun and fired.
Latin words resounded once again.
As his fingers loosened, his arm lifted, and the handgun inexplicably flew out of his hand.
Ronan speculated that the effect of this spell might be to disarm forcefully.
Master Henry's chest heaved; the End Times, lasting for centuries, were extremely unfriendly. The magical consumption required a great deal of energy and physical strength.
"Capture him!"
Elisa held a dagger and was the first to charge forward.
Ronan silently invoked his steel claws. Without weapons, his fists were equally capable of smashing heads open! Master Henry was prepared long ago and suddenly uttered a monosyllabic word.
A burst of candlelight behind him suddenly intensified, and a flash of bright white light instantly swept across every corner of the room.
The light was so intense that it blinded everything from sight.
Master Henry swung his curved knife straight at Ronan's neck!
Ronan didn't panic. In the blink of an eye, he threw a punch, guided by the sound of the wind ahead.
With his agility and swiftness, he was much faster than Master Henry. His iron fist landed on the blade of the curved knife just before it hit.
A loud bang sounded as his fist deflected the knife.
Ronan's left hand shot out like lightning, gripping Master Henry's arm.
In this brief moment, his vision had somewhat recovered.
Elisa delivered a swift kick that struck right between Master Henry's legs.
Master Henry's eyes widened instantly.
Elisa pushed off from Master Henry's leg, launching herself into the air. She straddled his shoulders, her long legs wrapping around his neck. Using her body's weight, she attempted to topple him and subdue him!
Ronan was quicker than her; he had already taken the curved knife and thrust it into Master Henry's heart!
For someone who knew spells, no one could guarantee whether he had a trick up his sleeve.
Ronan was leaving no room for future troubles!
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