Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 122 The scenery you have seen before, the ancient battle wizard, re-entering the space garden
"Sit down Ronan, relax, I won't eat you."

The beautiful female wizard lightly tapped the air in front of her, a faint wave of energy spread out, and a gorgeous high-back chair immediately "grew" under Ronan.

It looked like it was made of mud and sand, but Ronan felt it was surprisingly comfortable and soft when he sat on it.

Earth wizard?

Ronan secretly guessed in his heart that this level of subtle control over earth magic was something he had never seen in his life for such a long time.

Soon to step out of the fog completely, or maybe you are already a wizard who has stepped out of the fog. It's really powerful.

"Thank you, Lord Ring."

Ronan sat down on the chair with a little bit of restraint. He looked down upon the crowd on the fighting arena. Even though he was only a level one wizard, he dared to fight with many level two wizards, even top level two wizards like Clemens, with unparalleled grace.

But Ronan is essentially a person who knows how to restrain his edge. He knows how he has reached where he is today step by step. He can be considered an acquired "genius" with his own pride, but he does not have the arrogance of ordinary wizard geniuses.

He also didn't think he had anything to be proud of. All his strength was gained bit by bit by gritting his teeth and enduring countless pains.

"Just call me Kirsty."

The beautiful female wizard gently brushed the hair beside her ear and shook her head, saying, "The title of Ring Master makes me feel very old... In fact, I have only been the Ring Master of the Seventh Magic Ring for a short time."

Looks like he's really good at talking.
An idea flashed through Ronan's mind, and he collected his thoughts, thought for a moment, and said, "Lord Costi just mentioned Benigo."

"Yes, I have seen the Beniger kid."

Costi said softly, "I have personally met every genius above the third ring of the seventh ring. Every one of them has been here and sat in the position you are sitting now. Benigo is the one who left the deepest impression on me."

Can you call Benigo a child? At this age, can you still say you are not old?
Ronan thought of Benigo's old appearance of about forty or fifty years old, and complained silently in his heart. After officially setting foot in the fog, the wizard's lifespan would be greatly increased with every step forward. That was the gift brought by the growth of soul power.

Therefore, it is impossible to judge the actual length of time that many wizards have lived in this world simply by looking at their appearance. One can only estimate their age by the vicissitudes that occasionally appear in their eyes. This is a mark of the erosion of time that cannot be concealed.

But Kirsty might not really be that old, because her eyes were unusually clear.

"..I know something about the relationship between you and Benigo. You are indeed very similar to him. You have the same spiritual talent, but you are still on the same path."

"What road did Benigold take?"

Ronan blinked.

"Didn't he tell you? Oh."

Kirsty raised her finger slightly, and the teapot on the long table behind her automatically filled two cups with tea, one of which flew towards Ronan.

“Maybe he doesn’t even know.

Try it, I added some very special awakening flower leaves in it."

Ronan took the teacup and took a sip. The moment the tea entered his mouth, it was as if a thousand mints were poured into his mouth in one breath. A cool and refreshing feeling rushed straight to the top of his head, and it was an unusually comfortable feeling after his brain was forced to surf on the icy sea.

"what"

Ronan couldn't help but let out a soft exhalation sound.

"Not bad, it's also good for meditation..."

Kosti seemed very satisfied with his performance after drinking the tea, and then returned to the original topic, "Bannigo follows a path similar to that of the ancient combat wizards, using constant fighting to force his potential and cleanse his soul."

"The path of the ancient battle wizard?"

This was the first time Ronan heard this word.

"right.

The high-frequency collision between spells and spells, and between domains, can promote the generation of wisdom and spirituality, cleanse the soul, and wash out the impurities in the soul. This is a very unpopular and demanding way to improve the soul's qualifications.
But it requires a high level of potential from the wizard and is very risky."

Kosti looked serious and whispered with some regret: "Bannigo's potential is not enough to support him to continue on this path, but he has reasons not to turn back.
After the potential is exhausted, the soul automatically opens a gap, and then all that burns is his soul power.
Have you ever seen a moth fly into a flame? The moment it throws itself into the flame, it shines brighter than the flame, and then all that is left is pain. Benig is that moth."

Ronan's eyes were stunned.

He now finally understood why Benigo, despite having worse soul aptitude than himself, could still make rapid progress and become the fastest genius to be promoted to the third ring, and even get infinitely close to the fifth ring.

It is estimated that his belief, which is so strong that it is simply incomprehensible to ordinary people, must have burned a gap in his soul long ago.

So now I am in a state of spiritual decay.
Kirsty continued: “You seem to have stumbled onto this path unintentionally.

But you have a good control over the intensity of the battle, and the potential contained in your body is far greater than his. The soul aptitude is the thorn in front of the two of you, but Benigo cuts off these thorns. The future is a cliff, and what awaits you is a smooth road."

"Is there any solution to Benigol's situation?"

Ronan suddenly asked.

"Unfortunately not."

Costi shook her head and said, "Even if it is a precious magic potion that can replenish soul power, it can only alleviate and prolong the time of his soul's decay, but it cannot completely cure it..."

Ronan fell silent, but Kirsty's gentle gaze fell on him, and her words were full of praise and encouragement.

"Ronan, I still have high expectations of you."

“..Just continue to grow at your current pace.

An environment that is too comfortable is not conducive to your future development, so even if you are promoted to the sixth ring now, I cannot give you too many resources at once..."

As Costi spoke, she took out a few things from under her robe, manipulated the energy particles to condense into the shape of transparent bubbles, and sent the things to Ronan one by one.

Ronan looked at the "gift" given by Kirsty with some surprise.

A silver-white ring with faint spatial energy fluctuations on it.

A flowing piece of grey metal.

There is also a blue bracelet with a beautiful pattern.

"The ring is a more advanced storage item than the storage waist bag. Although it is only a second-level storage waist bag, its space is much larger than that of an ordinary second-level storage waist bag, and it is also more convenient."

“The grade of Neiman alloy is not inferior to the nightmare tungsten steel you are using now, and may even be better.

However, its advantages lie in its scalability and defensive capabilities. Your combat system has a melee style, so it should be suitable for you."

"The last 'Frostburn' bracelet is a second-level advanced ice magic tool. It may be useful to you."

Kosti said to Ronan with some helplessness: "You are still at level one now. There are many things I want to give you, but you can't use them."

"Thank you, Master Costi."

Ronan accepted the three things and thanked sincerely. He was already surprised and happy to get something.

Looking back on his journey, every resource he obtained was obtained at the risk of his life. After entering the Dharma Ring, his permissions were immediately "frozen". He had never experienced the joy of "getting something for free".

"..In addition to these, you can use all kinds of potions and magic stone resources at will. You just need to make a simple application. Oh, by the way."

A strange look suddenly appeared on Costi's face. She said to Ronan, "Before you leave, please give me some blood. I will study your blood and see if I can find a better way to help you tap into the power of your blood."
Damien, it suddenly occurred to me that the biggest difference between you and Benigo is that you have the support of ancient blood while he does not. This is the source of your endless potential and the treasure in your body."

Then, Costi talked to Ronan about his upcoming preparations for promotion to level two and the crystallization of his mental power.

As for his daily practice in the future, it is recommended that he move directly into the tower, which will help him meditate and also facilitate his accumulation of knowledge.
After a long time that seemed short, Ronan and Kirsty's conversation finally ended.

Throughout the whole process, Kirsty gave Ronan a very strange feeling.

Perhaps it was really as she said, she had just taken over the position of the Seventh Magic Ring Master not long ago.

Ronan could feel that Costi was really trying hard to play the role of "Ring Master" well, and she was constantly wavering between maintaining her dignity and showing friendliness.

Ronan felt as if he was facing a substitute teacher who was just learning how to be a good class teacher. But it must be said that regardless of whether Kosti was a qualified "Ring Master" or not, as a powerful wizard above level three, her guidance and help to Ronan was still enormous.

She personally cleared some of the fog about Ronan's future and set up signposts pointing to certain locations, just waiting for Ronan to reach that place and make his own choice.

Ronan stood up from the high-back chair, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he looked around and gazed into the distance through the crystal windows on all four sides.

The openness and tranquility here made him linger.

Ronan suddenly remembered that he had not yet briefly reported the situation to Benigo since the fight.

He may have his own channels for obtaining information, but as a "companion" for a long time, it seems necessary to say hello.

"What should I say?"

This is a problem.

Ronan thought silently in his heart.

Send a "done" to Benig?
What did you do? What difference does it make whether you say it or not?

"I defeated Travis, Lanny, and Clemens and was promoted to the sixth ring..."

Will this news shock him severely and speed up his soul collapse?
Ronan looked at the four huge crystal floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, and at the slightly flickering rune light above them, and suddenly, he had a good idea.

He remembered that Kirsty said that Benigo had been here before.

Miniature secret space.

Benigo stood beside the ice coffin surrounded by countless rune arrays, silently holding his pipe, but no smoke came out of his mouth, as if he was deep in thought.

From time to time, he would raise his head and look in a certain direction, his eyes flashing with a hint of worry.

Suddenly, Benigo seemed to sense something, his expression changed slightly, and then he quickly took out a slightly glowing communication stone from the storage space on his waist.

He looked at the communication stone in his hand, his eyes flickering, and he took a deep breath and slowly clicked it.

In an instant, countless rays of light flowed out from the communication stone, forming a vivid picture in front of Benig's eyes.

Benigo was stunned. He didn't expect that this was the content of a spell projection.

The scene in front of me slowly unfolds, a first-person perspective.

It was like someone was on top of a very tall building, pushing open the crystal window in front of them.
"call--"

A strong wind blew in, blowing the robe and hair.

Then, as the perspective continues to move, a picture of a high, vast and distant sky appears.

The flowing clouds under the azure sky, the several silver-white towers that seem to be within reach, and the particularly huge rotating rings on the top of the towers.

At this time, a bright and cheerful young boy's voice came out from the screen.

the voice shouted to Benigold.

"Bannigo, did you see that? This is the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen."

Benigo stood there, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze, his lips trembling slightly, and light in his eyes constantly blooming and extinguishing.

After a long time, the light of the magic projection in front of him completely dimmed.

In the empty and silent secret space, Benigo's low voice mixed with many indescribable emotions was heard.

"This kid Fiona...actually made it to the top."

Peaceful and tranquil garden.

The golden sunshine fills the vibrant grass.

There was no sound at all, and there was a somewhat mysterious atmosphere in the silence.

Suddenly, a young man appeared here.

White hair, blue eyes, and a gray robe embroidered with delicate silver patterns, revealing a slender and tall figure that exudes a mysterious, elegant, noble and calm temperament.

The young man stood at the edge of the garden and quietly looked around, seeming to be appreciating something.

After the viewing, the boy stepped lightly into the garden, strolled on the lush grass, and walked straight towards a white table and rattan chairs not far away.

On the way, the boy seemed to bump into something.

"Click——"

His strolling figure suddenly disappeared and then reappeared in another place in the garden.

At the same time, among the countless lavender and geranium bushes on the left side of the garden, a transparent and distorted human figure let out a silent low howl and rushed out quickly.

The expression on the boy's face did not change at all, and his steps remained calm.

The only thing in his eyes was the direction of his predetermined target. He kept approaching it, but kept bumping into invisible rune arrays in the air and was teleported away.

But no matter where he was teleported to in the garden, he would calmly adjust the direction in the first place and continue moving forward.

The transparent and distorted human figure was also constantly changing its position, rushing towards the location where the young man appeared again and again.

It left clear and terrifying transparent traces in the garden, running faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the place where the boy landed each time he teleported.

"Om-"

After countless teleportations, the young man suddenly appeared in front of the white table and rattan chair, less than two meters away from them.

At the same time, the speed soared to the extreme, and the transparent distorted human figure that almost turned into a blurred light and shadow finally caught up with the boy and crashed straight into the boy's vest.

The young man took a deep look at the items on the white table that was within reach.

Then he turned around suddenly.

From facing away, he suddenly turned to facing the attacking transparent distorted human figure.

He took a breath, and the air around him seemed to collapse inwards, and the golden sunlight was slightly distorted.
next moment.

"Kacha kacha kacha——"

A series of bone-popping sounds came from the boy's body.

His originally slender and well-proportioned body suddenly swelled and grew taller. An indescribable aura of horror, accompanied by countless jumping white lightning, leaked out from the pores all over his body.

"boom!"

The peaceful tranquility here was broken in an instant by the terrifying momentum like a volcanic eruption.

The young man's short white hair instantly stretched out and danced wildly behind his head. His whole body suddenly soared to a height of over two meters. His originally fitting robe was stretched taut, and then exploded in all directions. In an instant, it flew back and turned into a set of silver light leather armor that was covered on his ferocious and majestic body.

There was also metal emitting silver mist, which attached itself layer by layer to his muscular, slender and strong right hand.

The big hand had a metallic luster and suddenly opened up. White electric light flowed between the five fingers, making a clanging sound like the friction and collision of swords.

Then, with the terrifying power of collapsing the void and distorting the light, he silently and fiercely slapped the top of the transparent distorted humanoid figure that just jumped in front of him.
"Bang! Boom!——"

There was a dull and loud sound, followed by the sound of someone groaning softly.

A small mushroom cloud rose slowly in the garden, and then dispersed, turning into a raging energy tide, washing out the outlines of a large number of densely packed rune arrays in the empty and beautiful garden.

The whole garden seemed to shake slightly under this collision.
(End of this chapter)