Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 120 Six Rings, Coronation, Pride, Shock

The white-haired giant monster, who was more than two meters and nearly three meters tall, retreated backwards. In the process, his strong and burly body shrank rapidly like a deflated ball.

The vein-covered face gradually lost its ferocity, and the sharp and dense teeth became smooth again. A handsome and pale young man reappeared.

The long white hair fluttering in the wind covered the boy's body. The boy "difficultly" pulled out a brand new robe from the white hair and put it on, but his body continued to fall uncontrollably.

As he fell, the boy faced Clemens, stretched out a slender white arm, and a faint blue light shone in his eyes.
A light stroke of the finger.

Countless rich and mysterious auras leaked out from the trace of nothingness left by the finger.

"call--"

Free energy particles as vast as the sea converge together, and a mysterious river of seven colors is born from nothingness, flowing quietly.

But it did not attack Clemens or anyone else except Clemens.

The colorful river flowed silently, circled around Clemens, and then continued to rush into the sky and disappeared into nothingness.
"What you want to see... is a resonance of my domain."

The young man's indescribably tired voice sounded in Clemens' ears. Clemens stared blankly at the direction where the colorful river of energy disappeared. His eyes were fluctuating, and no one knew what he was thinking. He was lost in thought for a moment.

After finishing the last thing he should do, the boy finally couldn't hold on any longer and put his hands down "tiredly".

Close your eyes and let the gravity of the earth pull you down.

He now has no strength left and doesn't want to use any of his mental energy.

Anyway, I won't die from falling.
Just land like this and lie down for a while.

"ended."

The wind blew past Ronan's ears, and his messy white hair was blown against his cheeks.

Ronan closed his eyes and waited peacefully for the moment of falling to the ground.

ended.

For him, this fighting trial was completely over.

He defeated everyone he wanted to defeat and achieved every goal he wanted to achieve.

He is so tired.

All he wanted now was some good sleep.

"boom"

With a slight muffled sound, Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

He unexpectedly found that he did not fall on solid ground, but was lifted up by a force and landed on a broad and relatively soft cushion.

“You are such a good boy, even Clemens was defeated by you!
Ancient wizard bloodline, such a feat achieved in the late stage of level one, unprecedented. Damn, you are so outstanding that even I can’t help but be jealous.”

The guy who was carrying him flying was chattering all kinds of random exclamations and compliments.

Ronan couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut up Biondini, you're making as much noise as a female fly going through menopause!"

"Uh"

The silver giant bat's voice suddenly stopped and he shut his mouth in a sullen voice.

Ronan had just enjoyed the silence for a while when he suddenly felt that Biondini had stopped at a location with him.

Ronan stood up from the huge bat back of Biondini, his expression slightly stunned.

He suddenly realized that he was at a very high place.

Higher than everyone.

He stood up from Biondini's back and looked down. He could see Clemens, Lanny, Nonopelin, and even Travis.
There were also other magic circle wizards, a third-level white-bearded wizard holding a metal staff, and several third-level wizards standing next to the white-bearded old wizard with looks of astonishment and strangeness on their faces.

Ronan saw everyone, every opponent he had defeated.

Everyone was looking at him as well.

Every face that was tilted upward was filled with too many complex expressions that were difficult to describe.

“Reached the summit”

Ronan murmured, and the nightmare tungsten steel on his right arm flowed into his hand like water, turning into a long sword with black mist rising.

Ronan looked at the Nightmare Sword in his hand, and recalled the scene when he had just obtained it and held it for the first time.

He remembered that he had once told Benig that the sword would become even more brilliant in his hands.

Now I guess I have done it.

Ronan subconsciously looked in the direction of Benigo's secret space.

At this time, he heard Biondini speaking to him in a muffled voice, "Boy, don't think I'm being long-winded. The Ring Master will crown you personally, and will probably use a third-order projection spell to project you for those members who are not present to remember and admire. You'd better clean up your current appearance first."

Ronan could no longer hear what Biondini said afterwards.

Because he could already feel a huge and gentle spiritual force coming from the silver-white tower behind him and above his head, gently falling on his body, like gentle water, completely enveloping him.

Strange energy fluctuations arose, and milky white spots of light appeared and rushed towards Ronan like swallows returning to their nests.

With the integration of the light spots, Ronan's mental fatigue was quickly soothed, and even the severely damaged vitality light ball was replenished.

Just when Ronan was surprised, "Ding——"

A unique clear and trembling sound came from deep in his mind.

Ronan noticed that the ball of water in his mind, representing his spiritual power, had obviously grown bigger, and the last bit of deficiency had been made up, giving him a feeling of complete perfection and reaching a certain extreme.

I opened the character panel and took a look. Sure enough, the original 99% strength progress of a first-level wizard had now become 100%.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of these strange light spots, or perhaps it was because of the catalysis of a series of high-intensity battles, but at this moment, he finally stood on the final threshold from a first-level wizard to a second-level wizard, and could reach the second-level realm at any time.

Just as Ronan was surprised, he suddenly found that the milky white light spots disappeared, and were replaced by countless dazzling golden light spots.

He blinked his eyes and tried to touch the golden dots with his hands. The golden dots passed through his fingertips without leaving any effect. They just danced around him and circled.
In just a short while, countless golden spots of light gathered around Ronan.

At the same time, strong magical fluctuations were heard from below.

A huge beam of projection light fell on Ronan, and the next moment.
The image of a fair-skinned, handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes was projected directly into the sky, outside the rune circle.

The young man was surrounded by countless golden lights, he was extremely handsome, and indescribably noble and calm.

The golden light gathered around its body, forming one golden circular pattern after another.

One..TwoThree
Six golden rings appeared, overlapped, and finally shrank into a six-ring pattern, which was lightly imprinted on the brow of the projected boy, adding a mysterious and noble temperament to him.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the light in the world was focused on the handsome young man. The light he emitted even dimmed the light of the runes on the silver-white tower.
Facing the projection image that was exactly like him, and experiencing the so-called "coronation" ceremony, Ronan, standing on Biondini's back, silently complained in his heart.

"So exaggerated"

“What a shame”

"Damn you, profiteer!!"

The seventh magic ring, at a high altitude near the inner rune magic circle, on a faintly glowing rune hot air balloon.

Alida, holding a small parasol with transparent lace edges, pouted and gritted her teeth, cursing the magic tool dealer who had persuaded her to pay for a week's hot air balloon rental in one go.

"They said that I would definitely have a chance to see it this time. The energy shield on the rune array used to block my vision would become thinner day by day, but I ended up being exposed to the sun for three or four days!"

"How can the energy of the magic circle decay? Unless the magic circle is stopped, the protective shield will not become transparent. Anyone with a little common sense of magic knows this. Haven't you noticed that in the past few days, there are only two of us left here..."

Jacob explained in a low voice, but Alida grabbed his arm and bit it like a puppy.

"What's the point of saying this now? Why didn't you remind me earlier? Do you know how many magic stones I spent on renting the hot air balloon these few days... huff huff"

"I told you a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Hey, Alida, be gentle."

Just as the two were playing, suddenly, a strong magical light penetrated the rune magic circle light shield in front of them that was as thick as a crystal wall and shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, slender and tall human figure projection appeared.

"Jacob, you are going to die."

Alida, who was biting Jacob's arm vigorously, was stunned when she saw the spell projection in the sky close at hand.

She let go of Jacob's arm in a daze, looking up into the sky, and didn't even notice a transparent silver line of saliva was drawn between her mouth and Jacob's arm.

Alida's entire attention was focused on the spell projection that was surrounded by countless golden lights.

After staring at it for a while, Alida blinked, turned to look at Jacob beside her, pointed to the sky and asked: "Jacob, does that man look like Lord Ronan?"

Jacob was also stunned, with a dazed look on his face, muttering and shaking his head.

"I don't know either."

In a tavern outside the Seven Ring City.

The red-haired Quidi sat lazily on the oak high chair, tapping his fingers on the table, and urged: "What's up, buddy? Are you not ready yet?"

"and many more."

A blond and blue-eyed young male wizard sitting opposite him kept fiddling with a delicate square-shaped silver box in his hand and frowned, saying, "Strange, we clearly agreed to pass on the battle projection.

I was able to receive it two days ago.

Is it because the second round of fighting has begun, and the use of spells to privately copy the battle process is not allowed within the magic circle? I gave all the magic stones to..."

"Forget it. You wasted half a day of my time."

Seeing that the blond wizard had been fiddling with it for a long time without any results, Creed shook his head, stood up from his chair and yawned.

"You were probably deceived by the same people who rented out the magic airship at the gate of the magic circle on the first day of the competition. The projections they gave you might be from the last selection.
Actually, there’s nothing good to see.

We can't even enter the Magic Ring, so the geniuses in the Magic Ring are even further away from us."

Red-haired Creed said this and prepared to walk out of the tavern.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Oh!"

A tall, thin man with an excited and strange look came in. He pressed the wooden door of the tavern, pointed outside and kept repeating: "Outside. Come out and look outside."

There was a slight commotion in the tavern, and many wizards stood up and walked towards the door.

Creed and the blond wizard who was with him followed curiously. As soon as they walked out of the tavern, they found that the street in front of the door was full of people.

Everyone looked up in the same direction at the sky, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

Wizards like Quidi, who had just received the news and walked out of the tavern, looked in the direction the crowd was looking and saw that in the inner ring of the seventh magic ring, which had been silent for several days, a huge and dazzling human figure was projected by magic above the rune array.

The white-haired, blue-eyed boy was surrounded by countless golden lights. He was handsome, tall, mysterious and noble. The words "chosen one from heaven" seemed to be perfectly embodied in him.

Jealousy, envy, wonder, indifference.
Various reactions emerged from this group of wandering wizards. Some had fanatical eyes, some had infinite yearning on their faces, and some just glanced at it and went back to the tavern as if it had nothing to do with them.
Only Quidi, who was standing in the crowd, trembled violently after seeing the appearance of the person projecting the spell, as if he was suddenly hit by an electric spell. He stood still, and an expression of extreme disbelief and shock gradually appeared on his face.

"Hey man"

After several breaths, Quidi seemed to gradually calm down. He pointed at the projection in the sky with a dazed look on his face and whispered to the person next to him, "I say, this person is my friend. He used to sit with me and drink often. Do you believe it?"

The blond wizard at the side glanced at Creed with disdain and sneered, "Come on, Creed, this joke is not funny at all.

Your friend?
He is a genius with six rings!
Six rings! ! "

"Yes, six rings."

Quidi looked up at the sky, his eyes blurred as he whispered to himself, "It's been years since the Seventh Ring of Magic produced a Sixth Ring genius. What kind of person was I dealing with in the Sixth Ring?"

While muttering, Quidi suddenly returned to his original nonchalant attitude, patted the blond wizard's shoulder vigorously, and laughed: "I thought I could fool you!..."

"Even the most ignorant apprentice wouldn't believe what you are saying."

"Let's drink. It's my treat. Just think of it as celebrating for an old friend!"

The two men turned around and walked back into the tavern.

The entire process of Ronan being crowned with the Six Rings was projected magically above the huge Seven Ring City.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the entire Seven Ring City, including the wizards, apprentices, and ordinary people living outside the Seven Ring City, as well as the many floating islands surrounding the silver-white tower.
Ronan Damien's name is remembered by many people today.

As the reputation of the genius continued to radiate outward with his battle achievements, causing a series of shocks, Ronan was standing under the silver-white tower, entering the door of the tower, and carefully grooming himself.

The Demonic Tungsten Steel transformed into silver scissors and cut off his long white hair that almost reached his ankles.

The gray slate-paved ground was covered with strands of hair, each one white and crystal clear, just like the silk spit out by a first-level Warcraft Moonlight Spider.

After the trimming was completed, Ronan used his mental power to mobilize the free ice energy particles in the air and condensed a mirror made of ice in front of him.

The young man in the mirror was wearing an exquisite silver-white robe with a six-ring logo printed on it. He had a slender figure, handsome appearance, deep blue eyes, and moderate white hair.

Young, energetic, calm and decent.

All the duels that belonged to him were over, but the trials and selections for others were still going on.

What Ronan was about to do now was to climb the tower to meet the owner of the tower - the Lord of the Seventh Ring of Magic.

(End of this chapter)