Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 168 Are you all ready to be buried with her?

"Shh-"

Under the power of the mirror dagger, Ronan's body shape changed and he appeared in a small independent space.

But before Ronan had time to look around, he immediately felt the terrifying power of magic coming towards him.

Ronan's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his hand and made a slashing motion.

A brilliant silver-white splashed out in the shape of a crescent-shaped blade, and a blazing dark blue fire rose up, forcibly cutting a narrow gap in the majestic energy tide.

Ronan's figure blurred for a moment, and suddenly turned into light and shadow and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in a corner of the space outside the spell.

Two black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society whose faces could not be seen walked towards him coldly, casting spells non-stop. On the other side, a young wizard dressed in a scarlet tower was also approaching him with an evil expression, his hands hanging naturally with blood, stained with the blood of his comrade.

Ronan glanced at a few people.

Two at level three and one at late level two.

Can hit
But it's not necessary.

The mirror dagger's cooling time was up, and Ronan raised the mirror dagger in his hand and gently stabbed it into his shoulder.

"Shh-"

The figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind only three members of the Resurrection Society with uncertain expressions.

"pat-"

Ronan landed lightly on the fighting arena and looked around. The ancient frost he had released earlier had not melted yet.

“I’m back again.”

Ronan's eyes flickered, "Luckily you're back."

Get a chance to take a break and think.

Ronan found that he had overestimated the Dawn-level magic tool in the hands of the Resurrection Society.

The teleportation ability of the mirror dagger can indeed break the temporary space constructed by the dawn tools and travel freely in it.

However, the spatial positions of these separated independent spaces are constantly changing under the control of magical tools, and it is not accurate to judge them only by their directions.

Ronan had a clear outline of the entire competition venue in his mind, but after trying several times, the final spatial landing point was different from what he remembered.

Of course this is not the most troublesome problem. The most troublesome problem now is
"The people from the Resurrection Society have discovered that I am 'escaping'. I have the coordinates of the World Stone they want. They should catch up with me soon."

Ronan pondered.

At this time, the first rays of morning light broke through the horizon.

Ronan looked up and saw the deep blue night sky on the distant horizon quickly fading away, the stars disappearing, and bright white light projected from the sky far away.

At the junction of black and white, gray fog was everywhere. The morning light was inexplicably blocked and fell rapidly, presenting a mirror-like refraction phenomenon on the ground.

The empty Goblin Plains seemed to have turned into a huge and calm water surface with ripples at this moment.

Then, one, two, three
Twelve black robes appeared on the distant horizon, approaching quickly, walking towards Ronan from all directions, casting long and narrow shadows on the ground.
"call--"

Ronan exhaled lightly, his face looking quite calm.

After he used the mirror dagger for the first time, oh should I say, to kill Ignatius and Damian, he had already anticipated that he might face a situation like the one before him.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

But
There is no one to belong to.

Soon, twelve black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society came close to Ronan, each of them emitting a powerful mental fluctuation of a third-level wizard.

When these fluctuations gathered together, they naturally formed a huge and invisible pressure, slowly pressing towards Ronan.

"I told you so."

Among the twelve black-robed men, a woman's voice came from under the black robe of the leader.

He walked out from the group of twelve people step by step, stretched out a pale, slender hand with black nails, and gently pulled down the hood covering his head, revealing a seductive face covered with twisted black lines.

"you are mine."

The woman smiled at Ronan, her dark green lips, as if soaked in poison, slowly pulled to her ears.

His expression was weird, revealing an unspeakable weirdness and madness, and his eyes revealed deep resentment and joy, an expression of finally getting what he wanted.

"Lola."

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and read out the woman's name calmly.

That mad dog-like woman was the first one to bring him deep despair and the first one to drag him into the abyss of death. In a sense, she was also the first woman to give him a "new life".

He had killed him once.

Now, she is back.

"Level three."

Ronan felt the aura emanating from Laura and his eyes fluctuated slightly.

Ronan was not surprised at all when Laura appeared in front of him as a member of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

People like Laura are born "terrorists", so it is perfectly reasonable for her to join a "terrorist organization" in the wizarding world.

However, Ronan was slightly surprised by the opponent's strength.

However, thinking about what Jerome had mentioned to him before, Laura seemed to have inherited almost all the power of her mother, the dean of the Hoddam Wizard Academy, through some mysterious blood connection.

Laura’s own talent is not bad, and with the help of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, it is not surprising that she can be promoted to level three.

Just
Ronan felt that Laura was no longer a pure plant wizard. He smelled a faint stench of decay on Laura.

Hmm...this woman is becoming more and more disgusting.

"I didn't expect that the insect that was struggling and squirming on the ground begged for mercy from me."

Laura took two steps forward, as if she wanted to get closer to him. With a nervous expression on her face, she said, "It's really unexpected that he can grow to this height."

"Paranoia?"

Ronan couldn't help but frown, "If it wasn't for your mother's sacrifice, do you think you would still be qualified to stand here and talk to me?"

The smile on Laura's face froze in an instant.

Ronan's words seemed to touch a certain reverse scale in her heart. Laura's face turned cold instantly, and she released a strong murderous intent without any concealment.

"kill him!"

"Ignatius and Damian, those two losers, both died in his hands. Everyone, attack together!"

Laura spoke coldly, but an impatient voice of a man came from under the black robe beside her.

"Lola, you have no right to command us."

"Shut up!"

Laura's face twitched, and she turned her head sharply to glare at the man in black robe who was speaking. The latter looked at her without any fear.

Ronan shook his head helplessly.

The former "enemies" met again. Laura, the crazy woman, seemed to have not made any progress except that she became stronger. She was still as self-righteous as before. However, even if Laura's stage was destroyed, Ronan was the common target of all of them.

All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society on the field began to move slowly, powerful energy fluctuations were mobilized, and low spell chanting sounds were heard in the field.

"Don't give him the chance to release the fusion of the three realms! Kill him directly! Leave his body and soul to me!"

Laura let out a shrill low whistle, and her black robe was completely lifted up by the huge sound waves. However, what was revealed under the robe was not some beautiful scenery, but a deformed and disgusting body that seemed to be a fusion of flesh and blood and plants.

There seemed to be large clumps of thick mucus dripping down from above.

"You switched from plant department to cultivation department?"

Ronan was slightly surprised, and Laura looked stunned, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

But soon his eyes and face were completely filled with hatred and madness. He screamed, and the dense black lines on his face seemed to come alive, wriggling like worms.

Ronan retreated quickly with an expressionless face, and a terrifying energy wave followed.

It was a huge tentacle that seemed to be made up of a large number of vines, human and animal limbs. It tore through the air and shot towards him quickly.

Behind the tentacles, there are at least seven or eight spells with power reaching the third level, mainly undead and dark spells.

In just a moment, Ronan was overwhelmed by the third-level spell.

"boom!"

Several third-level spells smashed into each other, and the energy aftermath produced by the collision formed a huge gray mushroom cloud. The entire space was in violent turbulence, and mirror-like light continued to emanate, as if it would collapse in the next second.

"It's not as difficult as I expected."

The twelve black-robed members of the Resurrection Society stopped and someone whispered something.

"I said, leave the body and soul to me..."

Laura spoke coldly, and then quickly walked towards the location where the mushroom cloud rose.

One step, two steps
When you reach the tenth step.

Laura stopped suddenly, as if she felt something, and looked forward with an alert look on her face.

The next second, her dark green pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw the huge mushroom cloud explode with a loud bang, and it had a knife-like aura that smoothly cut through all the turbulent aftermath.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious and burly figure more than two meters tall, with waist-length hair and bathed in thick white lightning flames, walked out step by step into the void.

Before Laura could fully see the specific appearance of the figure, an indescribable aura of horror locked her firmly.

The unprecedented sense of crisis was like a poisonous snake or vine, climbing up quickly and entangling her heart tightly.

Countless deformed and strange flesh and blood vine tentacles flew out from under the robe as if responding to stress, and danced wildly around it.

Laura heard a hoarse and low voice.

It’s like the deepest, heaviest and most inescapable nightmare.

It whispered softly in her ears.

"Ancient times."

"Power."

When the last two words sounded, Laura's heart stopped suddenly. Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment, and all sounds and images quickly faded away from her.

She opened her eyes wide and tried hard to move her body to resist or retreat, but her body seemed to be stuck in some extremely sticky transparent quagmire, and her movement speed was slowed down countless times.

Laura could only watch helplessly as a ball of terrifying black light that could not be described in words continued to expand and expand until...
Completely occupying her pupils!

"Oh!"

There was an extremely dull thud, as if something heavy had hit the hearts of the eleven third-level wizards of the Resurrection Society on the field.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

They almost didn't react before they saw an extremely ferocious and domineering terrifying body suddenly descend on the scene and punch Laura in the forehead.

"Snapped!"

Laura exploded in response, turning into countless black, red, and green blood mists.

A ball of golden color bloomed in the blood mist and shot out rapidly. Part of the dissipated blood mist was gathered by an invisible force and soon condensed into the shape of Laura again.

Just this time.

All the madness and hatred on Laura's almost pale face disappeared, leaving only panic, shock, and inexplicable fear floating around.

"breathe--"

The heavy breathing sounds, accompanied by an indescribable aura of terror, set off an invisible tide in the void, washing over all the wizards of the Resurrection Society wave after wave.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the space was eerily quiet.

Everyone stared stiffly at the figure they were surrounding.

The light of dawn projected from the skyline gently sprinkled on this figure, and the white lightning danced silently, as tall and strong as the majestic mountains. The white waist-length hair spread out wantonly, and the breath of legend was filled, as if the ancient giant monster had really arrived.

"the second time."

Ronan whispered, and in his "completely giantized" state, his voice had a buzzing sound, full of powerful and shocking oppression.

"This is the second time you've died in my hands."

Ronan looked at Laura in front of him, casually wiped off the dirty blood on the surface of his right fist, and then his pure white eyes swept over the Resurrection Society wizards around him one by one, and said lightly: "What?

Are you all ready to be buried with her?"

"hiss--"

There was a slight gasp in the air and everyone's expression was stunned.

At this moment, the group of third-level wizards of the Resurrection Society standing in the field suddenly understood why someone as strong as Ignatius, and Damian who also reached the third level, died inexplicably.

The man stood quietly on the plain where light and darkness alternated. His robe, as black as night, covered his entire body, so his face could not be seen clearly, and his figure could not be distinguished.

He looked up at the sky, watching the gray-black "sun" in the sky gradually devouring another blood-red "sun".

Beside the two entangled suns, the Sun of Thunder and the Sun of Black Nightmare were counteracting each other, and the Sun of Crystal and the Sun of Emerald were entangled. There were faint roars coming down from the sky, sometimes it was the sound of spells chanting, sometimes it was a cold conversation, or even roars and growls.

"Anshou."

A figure also dressed in a black robe appeared silently beside the man, leaned close to his ear, and reported something quickly and quietly.

The man listened silently and calmly withdrew his gaze.

"Don't worry about it for now. They are about to compromise. The World Stone will be in our hands soon. But have we got the coordinates we have been targeting?"

The latter shook his head slightly. "Originally, the Molten Crystal Lake lineage was to take it, but something unexpected happened. A talented descendant of the Sakirs family died. They don't know the news yet."
Now that Saranch and Laura have brought people there, there shouldn’t be any more problems…”

"It's best if nothing goes wrong."

The man raised his head, looking at the gray sun that was almost completely swallowing up the dark red blood sun, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "These two things are too important for many things we are going to do next.
Even Lord Shuoyue was willing to pay such a huge price, so what are the lives of us, the people below, worth? .."

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(End of this chapter)