Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 143 Primitive, the Dream of Inheritance

At this time, many of the crystalline scales on the Ice Crystal Demon Snake's body were broken, and some blood with a hint of blue in it oozed out from the wounds, but it was a second-level demon beast, and the potential of its ancient bloodline began to emerge.

The vast amount of energy particles in the sky gathered towards it, and the injuries on the Ice Crystal Demon Snake were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“You are too reckless”

Benigo walked up and whispered something to Ronan, but his hands did not stop, quickly collecting the blood of the ice crystal snake scattered around.

Not a single detail is missed, it is extremely meticulous.

"No matter how outstanding your talent is, how dare you compete with this ancient bloodline.

It is only in its larval stage now. Once its bloodline gradually awakens, its strength will only grow faster and faster."

Ronan looked calm and said, "Don't forget, we have the Holy Blood Tree.

In a bloodline competition, I can always defeat it."

"Let's talk about it after we can successfully transplant it."

Benigo shook his head, then muttered to himself, “Fortunately, this contract is not completely unbreakable.

Damien, you know what I mean."

Benigo glanced at the ice crystal snake beside him, and his words seemed to be quite meaningful.

Ronan's eyes flickered. He knew what Benigo meant by the "solution".

It is nothing more than "tearing up the agreement" in advance - when you feel that the strength of the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent is about to surpass your own, kill it in advance, and the risk of replacing the master and the servant will naturally be eliminated.

"Posilina's Betting Agreement" is a seemingly fair bet, but in reality, the contract is somewhat biased towards the "master".

Although Ronan knew the so-called "cracking" method, he didn't want to actually do it one day.

Just like he said to Beniggo, it is too lonely to walk on the road alone. There must always be some challenging things, some seemingly impossible goals, to keep people motivated and passionate about making progress.

In this respect, he and Angelet are quite similar.

"Okay."

Benigo collected all the blood scattered by the Ice Crystal Demon Snake and used his mental power to gather it together, enough to almost fill an entire oak barrel.

"I'll go prepare it, and you take the blood with the strongest bloodline power from it."

Benigo gave instructions and hurriedly flew towards the valley.

Ronan's gaze fell on the ice crystal snake that was still licking its wounds silently.

This guy was beaten up by Ronan, and then signed a "betting" contract with him. The whole snake seemed to have grown a lot in an instant.

At this moment, it was lying quietly by the side. Its scarlet snake eyes became deep, as if it had learned how to endure and was gradually becoming shrewd.

"Who are those three icy-scaled pythons who sacrificed their own blood and essence to support your transformation?"

Ronan walked up slowly, softening his tone, and tried to communicate with the ice crystal snake.

The latter did not answer, but just looked at him quietly.

Posilina's soul contract is different from the general master-servant soul contract. It maintains the relative independence of the "servant" to a large extent.

In a general master-servant contract, the servant has no secrets from the master, but Ronan cannot fully perceive the Ice Crystal Snake's inner thoughts and can only vaguely catch some of its emotional fluctuations.

"One of them died, probably to better protect you in awakening your bloodline."

As Ronan spoke to himself, he felt waves beginning to form in the Ice Crystal Demon Snake's heart. A soft hissing sound came from its mouth, and a terrifying coldness flowed in its scarlet snake eyes.

This coldness was far beyond what he had shown to Ronan before.

Snake monsters usually have a cold-blooded nature.

But strangely, Ronan did not see this in the nest of ice crystal snakes. Instead, he felt that they were much warmer than many wizards.

"There are two more who were captured. They are probably being kept somewhere now."

Ronan stretched out his hand and gently reached towards the head of the ice crystal snake, as if to touch its scales.

The latter shrank back as if it had been electrocuted, showing obvious resistance. It was evident that it was not yet accustomed to having such close interactions with a "human", a "human" that made it angry and that it wanted to resist and surpass all the time.

"Don't worry, if I have the chance in the future, I will help you rescue them. And there's one more thing."

Ronan calmly placed his hand on the scales between the brows of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake. Sharp silver metal wires shot out from his five fingers, passed through the gaps between the scales, and quickly drilled into the flesh under the horn on its head.

The ice crystal snake felt pain, and violence and cruelty instantly flashed in its eyes. It opened its bloody mouth and was about to bite Ronan fiercely.

Ronan remained unmoved and just looked at it coldly.

"You should start learning how to be a qualified magic pet."

Drops of icy blue blood mixed with bright red quickly flowed out from under the skin of the ice crystal snake along the metal wire.

Benigo asked Ronan to take the blood from his heart, but Soraya once told Ronan that the most valuable blood of the cold-scaled python that had awakened the blood of the ancient ice crystal snake was actually in the blood sac under the horn on its head.

That is where the blood force is the strongest.

The root of its bloodline was extracted, and the huge body of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake twisted and danced wildly. It tried to bite Ronan countless times, but was restrained by the power of the soul contract.

Ronan stopped extracting until he had taken about a fist's worth of blood and essence.

He released his hand from the ice crystal snake's head, and the metal wire retracted back under his robe. The ice crystal snake in front of him also quickly wilted, and its condition looked even worse than before.

Ronan threw a few hundred high-level magic stones at it to help it recover a little, and casually told it to stay nearby and not run around, then flew towards the valley.

When they arrived at the place, Ronan saw Benigo standing next to the Holy Blood Tree, watering the Holy Blood Tree with the ordinary blood of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake that he had just collected as nutrients.

"Let the Holy Blood Tree absorb some of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake's blood first. This will help it purify its own bloodline later."

Seeing Ronan coming over, Benigo explained casually.

Ronan blinked. This was something he had not expected. Benigo's research on the Holy Blood Tree was indeed much deeper than his.

"I plan to keep some of my blood for experiments."

Benigel paused and then continued, as if seeking Ronan's consent.

Ronan nodded casually, his attention completely focused on the Holy Blood Tree.

The Holy Blood Tree, which had absorbed a large amount of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake's blood, grew rapidly again and had completely grown into the shape of a small tree.

The leaves on the tree are as clear as emerald green, and the red veins in the leaves are eye-catching and delicate. At this moment, the tree is bathed in a layer of light blue glow, full of mystery and gorgeous temperament.

Ronan thought about it, and entered the "half-giant" state again, then cut his wrist and let his blood join in the watering of the Holy Blood Tree. The Holy Blood Tree grew at a speed visible to the naked eye until it reached an unprecedented peak. Ronan stopped and took out the blood essence taken from the Ice Crystal Demon Snake's brow.

The blood clot mixed with ice blue and deep red in his hand looked like an extremely exquisite crystal ball, which was still flashing with strange light under the sunlight.

This is the true blood of Warcraft that has been passed down from ancient times. Any wizard obsessed with blood will go crazy when he sees it.

And now.

Ronan also tried to build on this foundation... and take it a step further!
"Are you full?"

He reached out and gently stroked the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, whispering, "Now that you're full, it's time for you to show off."

The Holy Blood Tree responded enthusiastically, like a child eager to show off in front of his parents; its leaves swayed and collided, making a rustling sound.

Its attitude towards Ronan is completely different from that of the ice crystal snake outside.

Ronan slowly handed over the blood clot in his hand, and countless red tentacles sprang out from under the Holy Blood Tree, instantly wrapping the entire blood clot layer by layer.

Immediately after a blood spore was formed on the top of the tree, Ronan let go of his hand and sat cross-legged in the rune array that Benigo had already set up.

Blood transplantation is officially ready to begin.

The Holy Blood Tree continued to tremble, emitting waves of red light filled with a mysterious aura.

Ronan kept staring at it, paying attention to its condition.

"pat-"

Suddenly, a leaf fell from the Holy Blood Tree. It looked dull in color, as if it had exhausted all its strength and withered and died.

Ronan's pupils shrank slightly, and then he saw more and more leaves falling. The whole Holy Blood Tree seemed to be suffering from some kind of disaster or severe cold. The leaves were rustling and withering, and the whole tree was rapidly declining. The blood spores on the top of the tree were getting bigger and bigger.
Ronan's eyes flashed fiercely, but he didn't stop. However, he thought about cutting his hand again and using his own blood to support the Holy Blood Tree, but was stopped by Benigo.

“It’s also important to keep yourself in shape.”

Benigo calmly took out the ice crystal snake blood that he had reserved earlier and poured it towards the bottom of the Holy Blood Tree. He then took out a large number of bottles and jars filled with unknown liquid medicine from his waist bag, opened them all, and poured them down.

With the support of these nutrients, the condition of the Holy Blood Tree improved slightly, and the rate at which its leaves fell began to slow down.

No one knew how long it had been, but the Holy Blood Tree suddenly emitted a strong red light all over its body, and then it drooped completely. The blood spores on the top of the tree also burst with a "crack", spitting out a thumb-sized blood crystal.

Ronan reached out and grabbed the blood crystal.

After being purified, the color of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake bloodline changed from the original blue-red to a dark blue nearly black color. There was nothing special about the surface, and it felt hard and a little cold to the touch.

"Crystallized blood? Then the original method doesn't seem to work."

Benigo, who was standing by, saw this scene and frowned slightly.

"Activate the magic circle as usual... I'll try to embed and absorb it directly."

Ronan thought for a moment and replied.

According to the blood transplant method provided by Soraya, the transplanted blood also needs to be engraved on the body in the form of runes, and then squeezed into the body using the power of the magic circle, which is similar to the process of "talent transplantation".

But now the crystallized blood cannot be dissolved, Ronan can only continue using the most direct and brutal method.

Ronan held the dark blue blood crystal in his hand and examined it carefully.

No one has ever successfully performed a blood transplant.
The more powerful the bloodline, the harder it is to tame.
There is a risk that the body may be deformed into a monster.
One thought after another rolled through his mind, and finally...
He raised his right hand and cut a deep cut on the left side of his heart. As the flesh rolled out, he quickly stuffed the dark blue blood crystal in his hand into it.

"Humph--"

The sharp corner of the blood crystal pierced the fragile membrane outside the heart, and a piercing pain came over him. Ronan groaned, and his tall and straight body bent slightly.

At this time, the rune array began to operate, and invisible forces penetrated Ronan's body, like countless ropes, slowly wrapped around Ronan's heart, tightening little by little.
Under the pressure of this force, the heart pumped blood frantically, and the blood in Ronan's body began to flow rapidly.

A large amount of blood washed over the blood crystal that was pierced in the heart like a tide. Ronan's face was pale, but his lips were moving slightly as he quickly recited spells.

The power of runes was generated in his body, gently colliding and hitting the blood crystal again and again.

Gradually, the originally extremely solid dark blue crystal seemed to loosen, and a wisp of the same dark blue smoke emanated from its surface and penetrated into Ronan's mind.

As the heart pumps blood again, the mysterious blood power contained in the dark blue smoke flows throughout the body along with the rapidly flowing blood.

All of a sudden!
"Om-"

Ronan only felt a huge roar in his head, and his heart stopped beating in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, the originally azure color instantly turned into an endlessly deep dark blue, and even the shape of his pupils quietly turned into a vertical line, just like... the shape of a snake's pupil.

The long hair scattered behind his back was lifted up, and an indescribable, ancient, primitive and wild aura emanated from his body.

In an instant, all the sounds of insects and birds in the huge valley stopped.

Benigold stood still.

Ronan completely lost consciousness.

"Hu-hu-"

The north wind was howling, and the vast snowy ground was covered with wind and snow.

The young man stood there, looking up at the sky and everything around him with a blank expression.

"Where am I?"

There was a lot of confusion in the boy's eyes. He didn't know where he was or where to go.

He even forgot his own name.

He just felt that he seemed to have gone through an extremely long journey and finally arrived here.

This is an ancient and wild land with endless snowfields.

"Hiss--sizzle--rustle--"

There were low and slippery mumblings, and countless sticky and evil voices, as if the most filthy and disgusting existence in the world was whispering in the boy's ears.

These voices desperately drilled into the boy's head, as if they were constantly telling him something, but what they brought was a nauseating discomfort, like sharp metal scratching back and forth on smooth glass, making people tremble wildly and want to scream.
The boy held his head in pain, trying madly to get the voice out of his head.

suddenly.

The sound stopped.

The boy looked up with a blank expression, and then saw two blood-red suns in the snowy sky.

(End of this chapter)