Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 198 Skeleton Death Knell, [The Boiling Lake]! For Whom the Bell Tolls (Third update, please give me the guaranteed monthly ticket!)

Claire was close to Ronan in an instant.

Now Ronan's entire body is wrapped in armor made of titanium metal, including his cheeks, which are completely covered by a silver mask with tightly closed shark-tooth patterns that seems to be flowing all the time.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed, making it difficult for outsiders to see his appearance clearly.

Ronan was originally considering whether to reveal himself in front of Claire, but then he changed his mind and felt that he couldn't hide his identity, and hiding it would make him seem petty. It would be better to just be open and see how Claire would react.

So Ronan took the initiative to remove the metal mask on his face and looked calmly at Claire who was approaching him quickly.

"It's you?!"

Sure enough, when the young wizard Claire saw Ronan's appearance clearly, he stopped and frowned.

But soon some of his emotions calmed down, and he continued to walk to Ronan with an expressionless face.

"You should be thankful that Orion brought you into the Blue Mist Society early on. Otherwise, if you had met me now, you might have been eliminated."

Claire took a quick look at Ronan, her eyes lingering on his titanium armor, and then took out a communication stone to examine it, calling out to Ronan:
"Let's go."

Ronan's eyes flickered, "Where to?"

"There are several members of the Blue Mist Society in this area. We have discussed and decided to meet up at the bottom of the third stone pillar first."

Claire pointed to a rather conspicuous gray stone pillar in her field of vision, looked at Ronan, and said coldly: "If you don't believe me, or don't want to join us, it's up to you."

"Boom!"

Before Ronan could answer, Claire's words were interrupted by a violent roar of magic, coming from a direction on the east side.

The two men's attention was immediately drawn to that place, and they saw a faint red light glowing between the ancient buildings shrouded in mist, and continuous roaring sounds, as if a great battle was going on.

Ronan and Claire looked at each other briefly, unexpectedly reached a tacit understanding, and flew towards the direction of the explosion almost at the same time.

The battle groups were actually very close to each other. In less than half a minute, the two men arrived at the location where the battle broke out one after another.

Ronan and Claire stood on the roof of an ancient round goblin building, looking at the battle going on nearby.

Between several ancient buildings, some tall and some short, two figures in robes were fighting. The strength of both sides had reached the middle stage of level three. One controlled fire, and the other controlled large areas of shadows.

The spells cast by both sides generated powerful magic domains. The terrifying might kept colliding, and the rolling energy aftermath almost completely cleared the fog in a large area near the battle group. Some ancient goblin buildings were affected by the spells and collapsed directly with large chunks of earth and rocks.
Apparently, there were more than just the two wizards attracted by the battle.

With the help of the Eye of Truth and his keen five senses, Ronan detected seven shadowy figures hiding near the battle group.

"There are at least six level three wizards in this place, including two in the middle level three."

Claire suddenly spoke to Ronan with a serious expression.

"There is a high probability that a fight will break out here, and getting involved will do us no good at this stage.

Let’s go, according to the original plan, and meet up with others first.”

Claire said as she slowly backed away.

However, after retreating for a distance, he found that Ronan did not catch up with him at all.

"Don't you understand what I just said?
I said leave.”

Claire frowned, walked up and spoke coldly.

Ronan turned his head and looked at him calmly, "Actually, you don't have to worry about me."

Claire looked at him expressionlessly, and the two of them stared at each other in silence.

After a moment, Claire sneered and shook her head.

"I don't know what this guy is."

He ignored Ronan and turned away, disappearing in an instant.

Ronan withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the battle group. There was a light flashing in his eyes and his brain was thinking quickly.

So far, in this area, in addition to the two people who are fighting, there are two mid-level third-level wizards and five early-level third-level wizards.

Claire's judgment was correct. A third-level melee might indeed break out here.

It may seem dangerous to ordinary people, but for Ronan, it is a good opportunity.

If he could defeat a few more people in the melee, the soul power difference between the second level and the third level might be completely made up.

While I was thinking, two more people came.

At this time, even the two third-level wizards who were fighting with anger felt something was wrong.

Ronan frowned, noticing that the two third-level wizards who were fighting each other showed signs of stopping.

After a moment, the two of them actually stopped completely, and glanced around coldly to the left and right. If you didn't know them, you would have thought they were in the same group.

The wizards who can enter the battle are naturally not fools, and will not do stupid things that allow others to "reap the benefits while sitting back."

The originally tense and weird atmosphere suddenly relaxed. When the "profitable" situation no longer existed, none of the wizards present wanted to be the first to stand out.

Some people began to leave, one by one. In the blink of an eye, half of the wizards who were watching the battle had left.

Ronan was a little disappointed that things did not develop in the direction he had hoped for.

but
He was soon "pleasantly surprised" to find that two third-level wizards who had not yet left seemed to have become interested in him, a "bold" second-level wizard who had appeared out of nowhere, and began to slowly approach him.

Both of them regarded him as their target, and they were also aware of each other's intentions. Most of their attention was focused on the other party, and they were carefully testing each other.

"Come on, come quickly, you're just in time."

Ronan took a deep breath and lowered his head slightly, pretending to be unaware, but the light in his eyes, which no one could see, was growing brighter and brighter.

As the two third-level wizards got closer and closer, Ronan was already thinking about how to kill one of them while ensuring that the other would not escape.
Sudden.

"Om-"

A strange sound wave quickly passed through the field.

All the third-level wizards who had not yet left the field trembled slightly, and Ronan suddenly looked up, his eyes quickly turning to a certain location.

"Buzzing—"

The strange sound waves continued.

The sound seemed to come from a dilapidated and decaying bell tower, carrying with it a strange power that made one's soul numb and tremble.

All the wizards present were immersed in the sound of the bell, staring blankly at the direction where the bell came from.

Ronan didn't care about "fishing" at this moment, and flew out from his hiding place, trying to get as high as possible. When he reached a certain height with a wide field of vision, Ronan squinted his eyes, and with his extremely good eyesight, he saw -

To the west, above a large number of ancient goblin buildings, wizards were fleeing frantically.

Behind them, a black and gray wave was rolling across the sky.

Above the waves, there was a terrifying figure surrounded by countless ghosts. The strange bell sound came from the figure. Thick gray smoke several meters high rose from the figure. The gray smoke almost completely obscured his appearance. Only a pair of pure black eyes could be seen, coldly sweeping in the direction of Ronan and the others.
Those wizards who were desperately fleeing were caught up by the terrifying figure one after another. A wave of black and gray ghosts rolled over and submerged them in the blink of an eye, swallowing them up completely.

The gray smoke on the body of the terrifying figure standing on the crest of the ghost wave quickly increased like a balloon, and soon it increased several times, becoming so thick that it almost looked like a gray cloud.
When the last fleeing wizard was swallowed up by the ghost wave, a wizard in the field finally recognized the identity of the man.

That was exactly one of the two Level 3 mid-level wizards that we had fought before. His face was pale as if he had seen some extremely terrifying monster. He said in a trembling voice, "It's Mammoth...Skeleton Deathstroke Mammoth.

he came! "

"When the death knell sounds, no one can escape!"

The third-level wizard's voice sounded like a wailing filled with despair in the end.

He turned around and walked away like a madman. The other wizards on the field, who had heard of the name "Skeleton Bell Mammoth", behaved in a similar way.

The rest had already sensed a strong sense of crisis from the terrifying might of the black and gray ghost waves that had engulfed the third-level wizards one by one, and they also fled in all directions.

In just less than half a breath of time, Ronan was the only one left standing in the place.

"Mid-level 3, close to late-level 3 spiritual power cultivation"

Ronan stood high in the sky, squinting his eyes and looking at the figure approaching in the distance on the ghost waves.

The sound of the death knell rang around him again and again, becoming more and more urgent and more and more eerie.

In Ronan's mind, the three spiritual crystals continued to tremble slightly in the sound of the death knell, and at this moment his eyes
All that was left was a cloud-like gray smoke on the other person's body.

"If we can beat this guy"

Ronan licked his slightly dry lips and asked, "How much soul power can I gain?"

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he was about to rush forward.

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded in his ears.

"damn it"

Ronan was slightly stunned. He turned around and saw that Claire, who had left earlier, had returned and reappeared in front of him.

"Are you scared silly? You're still standing there at this hour, waiting to die instead of running away?!"

Claire rushed to Ronan and almost whispered in his ear angrily.

"Every generation of Skeleton Deathstroke is a complete lunatic!
Before inheriting this title, the first thing they need to do is to kill all their fellow disciples and teachers, and then refine them all into ghosts to serve as the nourishment for strengthening the realm of dead souls."

Claire gnashed her teeth and kept urging Ronan: "Go away, you ignorant fool.

Skeleton Death Bell is a person who is qualified to compete for the top 20 seats in this battle. It is a hundred times easier for him to crush a small level 2 like you than to crush an ant!"

"Why are you back?"

Claire's series of words only resulted in Ronan asking with a slightly strange expression.

Claire was stunned, and then all the anxiety and panic on his face disappeared. He shook his head and quickly retreated.

"Yeah, why would I come back?

I am also an idiot, I should let you die, compared to you, Orion looks much better."

Ronan looked at Claire muttering in amusement, and left for the second time without looking back.

Turning around, there was no more emotion on Ronan's face.

He took a calm step forward.
"Shh-"

He suddenly appeared in the sky as if teleporting, almost level with the terrifying figure in front of him who was shrouded in billowing soul-gray smoke and only revealed a pair of pitch-black eyes.

The latter stood on the top of the black and gray waves, surrounded by countless translucent ghosts, looking at Ronan with surprise and astonishment in his eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"This is the first time I've seen an ant like you actively seeking liberation."

"Is it fear and desperation that drives you?"

Ronan said nothing, just stood there quietly.

Feeling the terrifying cold breath of the skeleton's death knell in front of me, as if it were a vast ocean, and listening to the eerie and obscure sound of the death knell.
Ronan felt the blood in his body flow faster and begin to heat up.

Something was awakening between his soul and flesh.

Not only is it to compete for a huge amount of gray smoke to increase their own soul power, but also because
Three years.

He remained silent for three whole years.

No matter how sharp a sword is, if it is not unsheathed for three years, its edge will become dull.

Especially for someone like Ronan, who grew up in the trials of blood and fire.

He has always longed for a good fight and an opponent of equal strength.

Now, the skeleton bell in front of him obviously met his expectations.

Ronan took a deep breath and looked at the skeleton bell in front of him.

The other party was casually extending a hand towards him, and the ghost wave under his feet surged over.

Ronan did not hide, but the azure in his eyes became increasingly darker and brighter, until finally.
It was completely ignited like a flame!

"boom!"

A pure and powerful mental force field emanated from Ronan's body, appearing to be a strange golden color, as if it was carrying an invisible and terrifying heat wave, making the void around him blurred and distorted.

Ronan's eyes were blazing, and the azure blue in his eyes turned into pure gold, as rich as boiling magma!
He said softly: "[Empty and Clear Realm - Extremely Boiling Lake]!"

After the master-level proficiency of [Basic Meditation] reaches one thousand points, [Realm of Emptiness] unlocks the second special state after [Lake of No Thoughts] - [Lake of Extreme Boiling]!
In this state, Ronan's fighting spirit was stimulated to the extreme, and his thinking, consciousness, inspiration... all aspects were improved ten times more than usual.

Every spell he casts will be an "extraordinary performance" after his potential has been squeezed to the limit. Every bit of his mental strength will bloom to its fullest like burning kerosene!
Ronan raised his hand slightly, and a tide of mysterious energy surged out from between his five fingers.

A large amount of free ice energy particles gathered between heaven and earth, forming a rolling cold current.

Bright deep blue veins extended from Ronan's feet to all sides, quickly outlining a huge hexagonal snowflake pattern. A huge pure white ice blade burst out of the seal of the frost vortex.
“Listen carefully”

"Skeleton Death Knell. For whom does your death knell toll?"

The third update asks for a guaranteed monthly ticket! Thanks~
(End of this chapter)