Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 106 Teleportation Array, Tear Open the Skirt of the Goddess of Luck!
“【Ice Armor】!”

"【Frost Spear】!"

One defending and one attacking, Ronan quickly summoned and cast two spells in the direction of the transparent figure rushing towards him.

He has already mastered all of the first-order ice spells that serve as the anchor point for the "Field of Despair". Even when released alone, they are equally powerful and convey strong spell fluctuations.

The frost-wrapped ice crystal spear appeared almost in the blink of an eye, and then shot out with a whistling sound, leaving a clear white trail visible to the naked eye along the way.

"Oh!"

The mastery-level [Frost Spear] was hit directly by an extremely fast transparent humanoid halfway through its flight, and then exploded into a ball of ice chips.

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly. The strength of this transparent figure was stronger than he expected.

Without further hesitation, he turned and rushed towards the white tables and chairs.

His powerful physical strength was mobilized, the muscles in his legs exploded, and with a "bang", Ronan was ejected.

However, he had only rushed out a short distance when he ran head-on into something.

"Click——"

The feeling of the mirror flipping appeared again, the air in front of him twisted slightly, the scenery in front of Ronan blurred, and then he found himself back to almost the original position.

No, it was even further back than the original position, and the transparent humanoid that had been rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed was now very close and would collide with Ronan almost in the next second.

Ronan suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart, as if an extremely sharp blade was pressing against his brow, and he had a strong and terrifying premonition that he would be cut in half in the next second.

The speed of the transparent figure in the field of vision was so fast that the naked eye could only barely capture a few traces of air ripples. The [Ice Armor] that Ronan had summoned before did not cause any hindrance to the opponent at all, and it shattered completely.

Ronan entered the [Unsullied Body] state in an instant, and the [Frozen Earth] symbol in his consciousness space flashed rapidly twice, and a deep blue aurora accompanied by infinite cold air penetrated his body.
"Despair is frozen!"

"boom!"

Under the sudden burst of extreme cold ice and snow, a fast-moving white blurry trace appeared in the air, and the speed seemed to slow down slightly.

Ronan's body was bathed in blazing white flames, the two silver mist swords in his hands were wrapped in flames of breaking the law, his eyes as blue as stars captured the precise position, under the robe, the muscles on his well-proportioned arms surged like mercury, and the majestic physical strength burst out. The two swords crossed and slashed horizontally!

"clang!"

When Ronan swung his sword, it was as if he had hit something extremely hard. The instantaneous recoil force made his hands numb.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils contracted as he watched helplessly as his twin silver mist swords, made of second-level nightmare tungsten steel and blessed with the [Silverization] rune, were quickly cut into the middle by something and broke smoothly into two halves.

He used a weapon to attack someone, but it was his own weapon that got cut?!

How strong and sharp must the opponent's body be to be able to do this?

Ronan found it unbelievable. The broken twin swords of Demon Nightmare turned into liquid again and retracted along his arms. His instinct made him move aside.

"Shh-"

A transparent distortion flashed by, and the hem of the floating robe was silently cut off, then turned into the smallest dust and scattered on the green grass.

Ronan took a deep breath, and a look of deep emotion flashed across his eyes.

This was probably the strongest and most dangerous opponent he had ever encountered. Even if he used all his strength, he could hardly confront the opponent head-on.

He quickly found a direction and ran. With the field of despair activated, the trajectory of the cold air flowed in a more chaotic manner than before.

Ronan squinted his eyes and noticed that there seemed to be a faint light in the air flashing from time to time like a flowing electric current.

At this moment, the terrifying feeling of having a sharp blade against the vest came over me again.

Ronan pursed his lips, raised his arm and made a shaking motion, and densely packed thumb-sized silver metal beads flew out in all directions from under his robe.

"【High Energy Crucible】! Explode!"

In an instant, hundreds of metal beads exploded at the same time, and the energy waves that were stirred up in an instant washed out countless light blue rune array outlines in the air and then quickly extinguished and disappeared.

"I see!"

Ronan's eyes lit up instantly. Without caring about the joy of solving the "mystery", he kicked his feet hard and rushed directly to the location of a rune array that he had just remembered.

"Shh-"

The transparent figure that came back almost brushed past his back, leaving a clear cutting mark in the air.
"boom!"

Ronan landed on his feet, and his first reaction was to look up to confirm his position.

A vibrant apple tree stood quietly beside him. The golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches, casting tiny spots of light on his face.

“Farther”

Ronan glanced at the position of the white table and the rattan chair, his expression solemn, thinking about how to get closer to the target location and what kind of rules exist between these space teleportation arrays.
The sense of crisis came again, and the transparent figure rushed towards him.

"never mind."

Ronan gritted his teeth and made a quick decision, "Let's just try our luck."

He casually threw out a large piece of metal silver beads, released the [High Energy Crucible] to trigger a metal explosion, and after leaving the outline of the rune array, he randomly crashed into the location of a array.

"Shh-"

Ronan's figure changed again, and this time he appeared right in front of the lawn where the ponytailed female wizard team had picked up the mirror magic tool.

At this moment, Ronan was only a few meters away from the white table and rattan chair.

However, before he could feel happy, the feeling of being uneasy came back.

"Why is this thing getting faster and faster?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ronan's eyes, and the two silver mist swords appeared in his hands again, and the flame of breaking the law rose.

He walked quickly forward while slashing with both swords.

He tried to use the disruptive effect of [Power of Breaking Laws] to cut through the space teleportation arrays that were blocking his way.

Several swords were swung out, but there was no response.

Ronan originally thought that there was no magic circle on this road, but as soon as he took a step, he was teleported directly back to the starting point when he entered the garden.

"It is completely immune to any spell attacks, and even physical attacks are useless. How on earth were these rune arrays set up?"

Ronan's eyes flashed. The owner of this strange garden in front of him had attainments in rune arrays that were completely beyond his understanding.

He felt that the other party was like a highly skilled magician who was standing in some invisible place, smiling as he watched the rabbit that had entered his "magic hat" being fooled around by all kinds of tricks.

"Ronan!"

The ponytailed witch at the side called out to him hurriedly, and said in panic, "Hurry up, the location of the entrance to the secret space changes every once in a while.

It takes a lot of effort to find it. If you are lucky, it's ok, but if you are unlucky,

The ponytailed witch glanced at the transparent figure wandering in the garden with a bitter expression, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"You go first! I'll try again."

Ronan gritted his teeth, his expression firm.

He has already stepped into this secret space, and the inheritance and treasures passed down from the ancient wizard force, the Court of Mirrors, are right before his eyes.

Going into a mountain of treasures and coming back empty-handed was not the result he wanted!
come back next time?

There may not be another chance next time.

He really didn't want to give up.

Without waiting for the ponytailed witch to persuade him again, Ronan took a step forward.

Since attacking is useless, try to crack it and find the pattern.

He followed the trajectory of the remaining cold air in the garden's air, continuously throwing out metal beads, and firmly memorized the location of the rune array that was washed out by the energy aftermath of the explosion in his mind.

It was as if a certain mechanism was triggered.

As soon as he stepped into the garden lawn, the transparent figure instantly locked onto his position and rushed towards him without saying a word.

With [Realm of Emptiness] activated, Ronan was as calm as ice, completely ignoring the pursuit of the transparent figure, and constantly choosing different rune arrays to shuttle back and forth.

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

His figure appeared, disappeared, and reappeared in various locations in the garden, constantly changing his landing point.

"Boom!" Ronan casually threw out a few desperate ice balls, fended off the transparent human figure that was chasing him, and then crashed into another rune formation.

"Den"

"Um?!"

Ronan "staggered" to a stop on the lawn, and turned his head in surprise to look at a place he had passed.

He clearly remembered that the outline of a rune array had just appeared in this place.

"Could it be that"

"Shh-"

An invisible twisted wind passed by Ronan's nose, his figure sank into nothingness, and then walked out from another place.

When Ronan appeared again, the expression on his face had become somewhat ugly.

He looked around, and it was still a quiet and beautiful garden. He whispered to himself, "These teleportation arrays are always moving."

The method of trying to remember the position of the magic circle and eliminate the wrong landing points one by one no longer works.

Ronan even felt that the landing point of each teleportation was different for the same magic circle.

The little rules he had worked out with great difficulty were completely useless under these two "rules".

And
The terrifying transparent humanoid that had been "chasing" him was also speeding up.

He had less and less time to catch his breath after landing each time he teleported.

Ronan was reluctant to admit it, but he had to accept the fact - as time went by, sooner or later he would be attacked head-on by the transparent figure after he landed!

If you are unlucky, this process will be greatly shortened.

“Has it become a game of pure luck again?”

Ronan threw out the metal ball, which quickly crashed into a rune array. When he reappeared, he was already next to the fountain pool in the garden.

Facing the target white table and rattan chair from a distance, Ronan's eyes gradually calmed down.

“I’ve always had bad luck”

“But a person’s luck won’t always be bad.”

Throw out the ball, determine the position of the magic circle, teleport, and land.

“There comes a time.”

"It will be my turn to be favored by the goddess of luck."

Teleport, land, teleport again, land again.
Every time after landing, the transparent figure's attack would be faster than before, getting faster and faster. He didn't even want to give him a chance to breathe.

The ponytailed witch has urged twice in a row, and the exit location has already moved.

but.

Ronan is still searching for his own right path in the garden.

His eyes were firm...there was an inexplicable persistence in them.

Finally, after countless teleportations, Ronan suddenly appeared in a place he had never been before.

Rattan chairs and white table.

On the small white table, in addition to the exquisite tea set, there is also a uniquely shaped silver comb, a shiny dagger made of unknown material, and a small silver ball.

These things were less than two meters away from him at this time.

Ronan's persistence seemed to be rewarded all at once, and his face showed relief and joy as if he had gotten what he wanted.

"I knew it."

This is a game of luck and also a matter of probability.

With random teleportation over and over again, as long as his luck was not extremely bad, he would always have a chance to be teleported to the front of the white table.

It turned out that his luck was not too bad.

The transparent figure chasing him was not far behind him, approaching quickly.

Ronan took two quick steps forward, getting closer to the white table, and habitually threw out a few metal beads.
"Oh!"

Amid the short explosion, the smile on Ronan's face suddenly froze -

In the air less than one meter in front of the white table, there were at least dozens of blue rune array outlines densely packed around.

These magic arrays were like a semicircular cover, almost enveloping the entire white table, rattan chairs, etc.

If Ronan took another step forward, no matter from which direction he approached, he would bump into one of them and be teleported to an unknown place in the garden again.

"call--"

"Ronan!!"

The barely perceptible sound of air tearing, the sharp stinging feeling that seemed to cut the entire vest open, approached rapidly, and the anxious and worried shouts of the ponytailed witch were heard in the distance.
Ronan was less than two meters away from the white table, standing there with an expressionless face, as if he was oblivious to what was about to happen.

Want to give up?

All the previous persistence and hard work, and the so-called gambling on luck turned out to be just a joke.

Did the owner of the garden never intend to let anyone get close to the table?
The mysterious and precious treasure is within reach, yet so close yet so far away.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to see the goddess of luck approaching him slowly with graceful steps. When he thought he was about to embrace her in his arms, she turned around with a smile and quickly walked away from him.

"No!"

A fire suddenly ignited in Ronan's eyes. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand forward with an almost ferocious look, and grabbed.

Since luck has chosen to pass him by again.

Then replace him.
Take the initiative to tear off the other person's skirt!

The blazing flames stimulated by [Immaculate Body] burned to a certain extreme, and the huge and invisible aura spread out with a bang. Most of the silver-white nightmare tungsten steel flowed towards Ronan's vest, condensing into a brilliant and hard metal barrier.

The remaining part turned into a thin silver thread, extending rapidly forward along the tip of Ronan's outstretched right index finger. Relying on memory, it passed through the gaps in the densely packed rune array, quickly wrapped around an object, and then retracted.
"puff--"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.

"Bang! Boom!——"

Then there was a huge, violent explosion.

The light of the rune array flashed rapidly, and a surge of energy particles washed over everything.

"Roro Nan"

The ponytailed witch stared blankly at the center of the explosion. Before the chaotic flow of energy particles blocked her vision, she saw a transparent figure slamming hard into Ronan's vest.

She knew only too well the terrifying power of the transparent humanoid.

The last time their team broke into this secret space, they were able to withstand the opponent's fierce attack and barely escaped safely thanks to the three space spells sealed in the second-level magic mirror.

Being hit head-on by such a terrifying space elemental monster, Ronan
"Come on!"

Just as the ponytailed witch was in a trance, a weak but urgent voice sounded in her ears.

She turned her head suddenly and saw a pale handsome boy appearing not far away, and then ran towards her quickly.
"Hu-hu-"

Two figures broke out from beneath the calm lake.

As soon as he landed on the ground, the white-haired, blue-eyed young man half-knelt on the ground with an ugly expression, breathing heavily, looking seriously injured.

"Ronan, are you okay?"

The ponytailed witch rushed over, supported the boy's body, and then quickly took out a few bottles of potion from her storage waist bag and helped the boy take them.

After taking a few bottles of healing potion, Ronan's complexion finally looked a little better.

"Thank you, Fuling."

Ronan forced a smile and gently thanked the ponytailed female wizard in front of him who had a face full of anxiety and worry.

At this time, Ronan's entire back was covered with scars, including injuries caused by the explosion of the metal spell he released, as well as the cuts from being hit by the transparent humanoid.

There was a huge, narrow wound so deep that the bone could be seen, with flesh and blood protruding outwards, which was shocking to look at.

(End of this chapter)