Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 171 In the Name of Frost, I Am Hekalto, Struggle of Wills, Beginning of Turmoil
The blazing white torrent of vitality, like magma washing over a river, perfuming every inch of skin, muscle, and meridian.
In the magma, there is cold and sharp "gravel" rolling continuously.

Ronan felt his body being torn, destroyed, melted, and then reshaped under these two hot and cold forces!
The slippery and sticky evil whispers lingering in the ears suddenly became louder, like countless sharp pieces of metal sliding madly on smooth glass.

"They" whispered hysterically into Ronan's ears: "Frost. Hekalto. Frost! Hekalto! Hekalto!!"

The thick layer of ice on the Lake of No Thoughts cracked and collapsed, and countless violent, cruel, and vicious thoughts surged up from the bottom of the lake.

The firm will that Ronan once prided himself on was at this moment rapidly eroded and taken over by another incomplete, ancient, majestic, and evil will.

His consciousness fell into chaos, constantly switching between clarity and confusion.

"..Hekalto!..Hekalto!!"

"Hekarto!!"

The name kept repeating in his ears.

He had a splitting headache and the lingering voices in his ears almost drove him crazy.

who am I?
Who is Hekator?

There were countless voices roaring in his heart. The mark of Ronan Damien seemed to be fading away. The memories of the past were dissolving rapidly.
Finally, those countless voices merged into one——

"Hekator is me!"

Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

In the middle of the eyes, which were a mixture of dark blue and pure white, the vertical pupil slit suddenly opened, and a scarlet light that was a hundred times purer than blood bloomed.

A hoarse and low sound passed through the chest and larynx, buzzing as if it came from ancient times.

"I am Hekator."

In the name of...Frost.

At the same time, in the independent space that was about to collapse.

All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society looked at the same position with surprise and suspicion, including the most powerful black-robed Dark Leader.

It was an extremely huge ball of light, with countless dark blue and pure white lightning interweaving around it.

An indescribable ancient, heavy, and icy aura emanated from the ball of light and gradually spread throughout the entire space.

There was an indescribable feeling of uneasiness growing in everyone's heart. Their instinct warned them that they had to act immediately, but their reason felt that this was absurd and ridiculous.

These two conflicting emotions made everyone feel very uncomfortable, and the crowd began to become agitated for no apparent reason.

"An Shou..."

Someone called out softly.

The black-robed leader of the Resurrection Society standing in mid-air raised his hand, and then slowly took out a colorful sheep-horn mask from under his black robe.

There is a handle at the bottom of the mask. The man in black robe held the mask in his hand and uttered a strange and low spell.

Soon, a trace of terrifying rune fluctuations emanated from the mask.

A faint black light appeared in the empty eye sockets of the goat-horned mask, and black energy blades gradually extended from the tips of the two twisted upward horns.

The light blade was covered with strange and complex rune traces, and the aura it exuded silently devoured everything around it. The entire space collapsed slightly, and the direction of the collapse was exactly the location of the strange goat-horned mask.

The dark-headed man in black robe held the handle of the goat-horned mask with both hands, as if he was holding a huge and strange two-handed sword.

He raised his mask calmly, and black energy blades formed by countless runes cut out corrosion marks in the void, and the speed of the collapse of the entire space seemed to be even faster.

Just as he was about to make the move to chop down.
Suddenly, the whole space seemed to be frozen and time stood still.

An indescribable, ancient, evil and majestic will quietly descended.

All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society on the field had expressions of horror on their faces, and their mental fluctuations and bodies all trembled uncontrollably at the same time.

The huge ball of light interwoven with countless dark blue and pure white lightnings broke apart silently, and an extremely ferocious yet enchanting figure emerged.

The slender body is over three meters tall, covered with dark blue snake scales and surrounded by countless black and blue frost, revealing a strange yet handsome face vaguely.

There was a pair of scarlet vertical pupils on that face, a strange bulge on the forehead, and narrow and strange patterns printed on both sides of the cheeks, like runes symbolizing coldness and ominousness.

The dark blue long hair silently fluttered around him, like tiny ice snakes, guarding and surrounding him.
All the sense of collapse previously caused by the black sheep-horn sword was now completely taken away by this body.

The sky was bright, and countless rays of dawn light projected from the distant sky, all falling on this body, forming an indescribable, evil yet gorgeous picture.

The man in black robe stared at the enchanting figure in front of him, and the two of them looked at each other silently.

After a moment, he seemed to come back to his senses and continued the unfinished action in his hands with a calm look in his eyes.

The rune black sword containing terrifying power slowly slashed down, and countless black lights crisscrossed. It seemed slow, but in fact it reached the top of the enchanting figure in less than a blink of an eye.

Faced with this terrible attack, the latter did not make any move to dodge or retreat.

He just looked up, and
He laughed silently.

The corners of his mouth, covered with snake scales, stretched all the way to his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp, white teeth.

Combined with those pure scarlet vertical eyes, there was something indescribably creepy and weird.

"Click——"

There was a sudden sound of shattering.

In the independent small space, the invisible and transparent void showed traces like a broken mirror.

The two figures who were sitting peacefully in their seats suddenly stood up and looked around.

"The space restriction is about to collapse."

Aqido spoke softly.

"call--"

Caroni let out a light breath, and powerful mental energy waves emanated from him.

His originally heroic and rugged facial features became even colder and harder at this moment, with a faint silver metallic luster blooming between his naturally drooping fingers.

"Those bastards from the Resurrection Society."

The two men didn't say anything else, but their anxious and cold murderous intent spread out in all directions like a rising tide.

Behind the two of them, Orion, whose complexion had returned to normal, slowly opened his eyes. His expression was firm and calm, and he was ready to fight.

"Kakaka-"

In the space filled with a strong smell of blood, silver-white cracks appeared in the blood.

In the huge vortex formed by countless blood mists, the hideous flesh and blood monster suddenly opened its eyes.

It can be seen that on its deformed and huge body, there are strange eyeballs of different sizes growing.

Rufus stood up quietly, looked at the traces of rupture in the surrounding space, and slowly raised his right hand.

A delicate and beautiful woman's head lay quietly in the palm of that creepy big hand with seven or eight fingers, no skin, only exposed muscles and tendons.

Rufus looked up at the sky and could vaguely see the outlines of several sun-like light balls entangled in the sky.

"Now... you have no place to hide"

“What a rare feast.”

"Snapped!"

Rufus clenched his five fingers together, and the woman's head in the palm of his hand exploded, and the blood spurted out and splashed on his face.

Rufus extended his slender scarlet tongue, gently licked the few drops of blood on his lips, and said softly: "I'm really looking forward to it."

The sign of the space "prison" about to collapse was fed back to each independent small space. The battle between the powerful Dawn-level wizards in the sky seemed to be coming to an end. Strong spell energy continued to fall down, smashing out a piece of red magma, a poisonous swamp, and a huge pit of thunder on the ground and in the void.
The black-robed members of the Resurrection Society retreated one after another. Many people realized that the home ground of the Resurrection Society was about to be lost. Next, it was time for them to take revenge and fight back.

The wait seemed as long as a century, or perhaps just a few breaths.

Without any warning, countless independent small spaces were shattered at some point in time.

The panoramic view of the competition venue reappeared on the Goblin Plain.

"Boom boom boom——"

Cold and powerful mental forces rose up one after another, filled with murderous intent towards the Resurrection Society.

But before these wizards who had been imprisoned for a long time could make any counterattack, their minds were completely taken away by the scene before them.

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In the center of the competition arena, a man in a black robe exuding a strong sense of power was surrounded by countless rune waves. He held up a strange goat-horn sword in both hands and made a slashing motion at a certain place.

However, before the goat-horn sword in his hand fell, the whole person was pierced by a dark blue frost-woven figure.
"Shh-"

The golden and round morning sun jumped out from the horizon, and endless golden light spread all over the earth.

Everyone couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

They saw the man in black robe holding a sword falling from mid-air like a stone. Behind him, a strange and slender figure bathed in the bright light of the morning sun, let out a silent and majestic roar towards the sky.

At this moment, the dignity and coldness from ancient times are watching.
Everyone's mind was shaken and they fell into a moment of trance.

"boom!"

An angry roar suddenly erupted in the sky, and the sound of the chanting of spells was amplified to the extreme, covering up all other sounds in the world.

An extremely strong light burst out from the sky.

All wizards lost their vision, and their mental will was trembling slightly.

This is the power of the Dawn level.

When the blinding light gradually faded away, everyone regained their sight.

However, the strange and ferocious shadow that occupied their pupils before had disappeared at some point.

In the sky, only three suns, Thunder, Crystal and Blood, were left hanging high in the sky. Their light seemed slightly dimmer than at the beginning.

Below, the black-robed figures of the Resurrection Society wizards were rapidly retreating. But under the brilliant light of the three dawns, they seemed to have nowhere to hide.

After a brief silence, someone came to his senses.

Immediately afterwards, a chase between wizards broke out.
"Click——"

In the miniature secret space, Benig, who was busy at the experimental table, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head to look in one direction and slowly picked up a silver hourglass that was used for simple timing.

A crack appeared in the middle of the hourglass, and the silver sand leaked out.

Benigo looked at the hourglass in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly, and an inexplicable bad feeling gradually arose in his heart.

"Is it the prophetic talent that comes with the grey elf bloodline?"

Benig picked up his notebook and simply wrote down some data and information thoughtfully.

He paced back and forth in front of the experimental table, walked to the ice coffin where Fiona was sealed and checked carefully, but there was nothing unusual.

Benigo walked out of the secret space and just stepped out from behind the waterfall that hid the entrance to the secret space, he was stunned for a moment.

He saw that the originally empty valley was covered with a thin layer of frost at some point, and a huge ice crystal snake with a single horn on its head was entangled in it, looking at him quietly.

"It's you?"

The ice crystal snake glanced at Benigo, then retracted its gaze, raised its head to look up at a high place in the sky, and kept making an anxious "hissing" sound from its mouth.

Just as Benigo frowned, suddenly a powerful, ancient, majestic and evil will suddenly descended into the valley.

The next second, a figure quickly enlarged in Benig's field of vision. When he saw the figure, Benig's pupils contracted sharply.

Dark blue hair like a waterfall, a slender body covered with snake scales, and ominous lines printed on both sides of the cheeks.
His whole body exudes a strong aura of nobility, antiquity, and evil.

The figure descended into the valley like lightning and stepped hard on the head of the ice crystal snake in the valley.

The huge ice crystal snake lowered its body almost instantly, but let out an unwilling hissing sound from its mouth.

"Despicable fellow blood, do you want to resist me?"

A low and hoarse sound, like the sound of countless pieces of ice rolling, was heard.

The enchanting figure with long dark blue hair stepped on the head of the ice crystal snake and looked down at it coldly, until the pressure from deep in its blood was transmitted to it, and instinct drove the latter to surrender.

Through the dark blue frost that surrounded the figure like thick clouds, Benigo saw a handsome face with a seductive and evil look, and could vaguely make out some familiar outlines.

"Dai Damien?"

Benigo blurted out, and his voice attracted the attention of the figure, and a pair of scarlet eyes with endless coldness fell on him.

The moment he was stared at by that pair of eyes, Benigo almost had the urge to kneel down.

The figure walked slowly towards Beniggo, and with every step he took, a dark blue frost mark like a rune was left in the void.

As the figure approached, Benigold was enveloped by an ocean of icy coldness. He felt as if his throat and heart were being strangled by a pair of extremely cold invisible hands.

"thump--"

Benigo knelt down on one knee, the color on his face quickly faded, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen and stopped flowing.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented threat of death, which was gradually enveloping him like a dark cloud.

"Roar!"

Benigo growled unwillingly, and a faint wave of mental energy appeared on his body, but in the heavy cold that was gathering invisibly, his struggle was not even able to create a splash.

Just when Benig thought he was about to die in the next second, the figure suddenly stopped.

"Hu-hu-"

Extremely heavy breathing.

Benigo looked up and saw a tall and slender figure with his shoulders shaking violently, his face showing an expression of pain and struggle.

The pair of eyes opened, and at this moment, there was a light of clarity and calmness as well as brutality and cruelty flashing back and forth in the vertical bloodshot eyes.

He held out his hand to Benigold and urged him in a hoarse voice.

"Bannigo, hurry up... prepare the second blood purification ceremony for me!"

The icy coldness that had been pressing on his body had disappeared at some point. Benigo broke free from the pressure of death and looked at the figure in front of him struggling in pain. A situation immediately came to his mind.

"Bloodline Will Devouring?!"

A serious look appeared on Benigo's face. Without any nonsense, he turned around and stepped quickly into the secret realm.

A moment later, he moved out the Holy Blood Tree, which was more than five meters tall, with lush branches and leaves and bathed in a mysterious red glow.

The moment the human figure was seen, the branches and leaves of the Holy Blood Tree began to shake eagerly, and densely packed crimson tubes immediately grew out from under the branches and wrapped around the human figure.

But as soon as these thin tubes touched the dark blue frost clouds surrounding the figure, they were immediately frozen and shattered.

"Damien, hold back your strength... don't surrender to Him!"

Benigo's eyes flashed and he spoke quickly.

The figure with his eyes closed let out a low roar and suddenly bit his lips, and blue and red blood flowed from the wound.

The frost clouds around it rolled violently, and were gradually gathered into the body like smoke.

The thin tubes released by the Holy Blood Tree were finally able to successfully attach to its body, quickly wrapping it layer by layer and weaving it into a huge blood cocoon.

At this moment, one can feel more clearly the struggle between the two wills in the blood cocoon.

An ancient evil, filled with aura of destruction and violence.

The other was clear and calm, like a stream flowing in the autumn sun.

Under the former, the latter quickly weakened and faded, as if it was being swallowed up and dissolved.

Mysterious rune light paths appeared on each of the thin tubes on the entangled blood cocoon, and with each twitch.
The ancient evil aura quickly faded away.

However, the glow of the Holy Blood Tree quickly dimmed, and the entire tree became withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, with countless leaves falling...
With just one blood extraction, the still weak Holy Blood Tree almost exhausted all its strength.

Without hesitation, Benigo took out a large amount of prepared or unprepared potions and blood from his storage waist bag and poured them into the Holy Blood Tree.

After all the medicine bottles were emptied, he cut his wrists and let the blood flow.
But even so, the power of the Holy Blood Tree was still not enough, and the huge blood cocoon began to tremble slightly, as if something was about to break out of it.

The massive blood loss made Benigo pale and his body swayed, but he seemed unaware of it. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were constantly scanning the scene in thought.

Suddenly, Benigo's gaze fell on the ice crystal snake crouching not far away. The latter sensed his gaze and responded coldly.

Benigo's eyes flickered and he spoke in a low voice.

"I know about your relationship. You resent him and try to escape from his control."

"But if you think this is a good opportunity, you are very wrong."

"Once his will is completely devoured by the will of the ancient frost hydra remaining in his blood, then you will be truly doomed to never be able to turn things around!"

"Roar--"

The Ice Crystal Demon Snake let out an angry growl, as if expressing its disdain for what Benigo said.

Beniger met his gaze calmly.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw the blood cocoon released by the Holy Blood Tree was breaking into pieces. Finally.
The Ice Crystal Demon Snake wavered, hissed, and reluctantly swam its huge body slowly over.

With the support of the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent's large amount of blood, the power of the Holy Blood Tree can be barely maintained.

Benigo's eyes relaxed, but when they moved to the blood cocoon, they were immediately covered by a thick haze again.

He was well aware of Ronan's current condition, as this situation was mentioned in the blood transplant notes given to him by the other party.

That was the backlash the host suffered after the forced fusion of blood failed.

The self-will and blood will enter into the most primitive and direct struggle, and only the winning party is qualified to gain ultimate control over the body.

If one is not careful in this process, one's self-will may be swallowed up, and one may sink completely and turn into a monster that acts only on instinct.

If it was an ordinary Warcraft bloodline, it might be okay. After all, Ronan had taken six bottles of "Murphytira's Kiss" in a row. His will was so strong and tenacious that even Benigo was shocked.

But what is rooted in his body is the unprecedented bloodline of the ancient frost hydra.

Once the will of this ancient overlord awakens from the blood, even if there is only a little bit of awareness of the danger involved, it is beyond the ability of others to guess.

Damien

Benigo stared at the blood cocoon, his eyes complicated as he murmured, "I will try my best to do what I can, but the rest...it's up to you."

After saying that, Benigo took out a bottle of healing potion from his storage waist bag and swallowed it slowly.

Then, expressionlessly, he cut another sharp cut on the wrist that he had stretched out to water the Holy Blood Tree, causing the blood to flow out even faster.
The Goblin Plains incident directly shocked half of the southern region.

The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

This name, which was so old that it was almost forgotten by many people, once again entered the vision of all southern wizards.

In order to seize the broken World Stone, the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society unleashed all of its hidden power in the dark. Everyone then realized the extent to which this evil organization had infiltrated the major wizarding forces in the south.

In the battle of the Goblin Plains, the current patriarch of the Sakirs family of Molten Crystal Lake and the chief wizard of the Thorn Palace, and two Dawn Wizards with strength reaching level four rebelled. Under the joint suppression of several wizards of the same level led by the Speaker of the Thunder Council, one escaped and the other died.

The latter paid a heavy price in the death of a Dawn Wizard in the Black Nightmare Swamp, the serious injury of a Dawn Wizard in the Scarlet Tower, and the loss of the Broken World Stone that had just been unearthed from the Ancient Mirror Court.

And at the level below the dawn.

In the Black Nightmare Swamp, a total of 23 wizard geniuses above level 2 rebelled, led by the chief genius Angele; Jupiter, the first genius of the Thunder Council, was seriously injured and on the verge of death; except for the chief genius Rufus, the second to seventh wizard geniuses of the Scarlet Tower were all killed; the entire lineage of the Sakirs family in the Molten Crystal Lake rebelled, and the blood of the ancient fire demon brought chaos to the Molten Crystal Lake; the Thorn Palace was even in a huge civil strife, and the blood of the wizards dyed the thorn forest red.
The six major wizarding forces held a top talent competition on the Goblin Plains. A broken world stone began to draw in the forces of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

A huge turmoil in the wizarding world that affected half of the southern part of the country also slowly began.

One month later, Silver Ring, the tallest tower.

I am not a eunuch, I just have health problems. I will slowly adjust myself and stop fighting. I am ready for a protracted war. Sorry.

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(End of this chapter)