Baaaaang! Baaaaang!

The explosions seemed to never end.

The people on the ground could feel their bodies shaking from the ground shaking.

They finally looked up after the explosions stopped only to see a tall pillar of fire.

��Ah.�

It seemed to be shooting up into the air.

The underground area where the Eastern continent�s greatest and oldest records had been located. A large pillar of fire shot up from the debris of that pit.

It was a red fire that seemed to want to burn everything up.

Some of them turned their heads.

It was because they heard Ron�s voice.

�Now the records, the history, has disappeared.�

The mercenaries, members of Arm, and even the nearby residents who were hiding and watching everything�

All of them could not hide their shock at his words.

That meant that the Directory was burning inside of this pillar of fire.

Beacrox who was next to Ron had taken out a teleportation magic scroll at some point.

�Get them! We must get them!�

Crock jumped up and started to run toward the Molan father-son duo. The mercenaries who came back to their senses also started to charge.

Crock gave another order as he did that.

�Mages, put out that fire right away!�

He then picked up his greatsword to throw toward Ron.

However, he hesitated for a moment and the greatsword ended up being thrown, not at Ron, but right in front of Ron.

�You�re still the same.�

Crock could see Ron giving him a cold smile before completely ripping apart the magic scroll.

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