Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 202 is different, trash is not qualified to sit in! (ask for monthly ticket)

In the void of consciousness space, three crystals of spiritual power were spinning rapidly in a triangle shape, emitting a large amount of crystal light that gathered at the center of the triangle.

The fourth crystal slowly condensed, with mysterious and profound patterns growing within it.

When the fourth crystal grew to a certain size, "Buzz——"

The four spiritual power crystals in the consciousness space trembled at the same time, and in an instant it seemed as if a mysterious force suddenly pushed outward.

"Kakaka-"

The dark and empty consciousness space expanded rapidly outwards, and the four spiritual power crystals in the space then swelled rapidly, all of them growing to several times their original size, and their colors became more and more crystal clear and brilliant, like four top-grade gold diamonds.
"call--"

In the dark and quiet little room, an invisible hurricane suddenly emerged, forming a huge air vortex.

The simple furniture in the room was blown slightly, making a rustling sound.

In this strange scene, Ronan, who was in the center of the room, quietly opened his eyes. The golden light that suddenly bloomed in his eyes illuminated the entire room.

Ronan stood up slowly, and at this moment he had become the light source of the entire room.

He seemed to have some kind of aura around him, with his body and robes coated with a faint golden glow, as if he was bathed in bright sunshine at any time and anywhere.

"Is this the realm of a third-level wizard?"

Ronan murmured softly and looked down at his hands. The edges of his palms were also glowing, making his fingers look even whiter and longer.

In his mind, four light golden crystals of spiritual power were floating quietly.

Three of them are larger in size, and the fourth is a few sizes smaller. Inside it is a rune pattern that looks like a flame but is cold white in color.

This is his fourth soul seal - [Ice Flame].

The inheritance from the Lanster family is also one of the most core inheritance symbols of "Ice Flame Iris".

Bringing up the character panel, the information displayed behind Ronan's strength column has changed to [Level 1 Official Wizard (%)].

"The quality of my mental power has improved, and it is about ten times stronger than when I was a second-level wizard in the late stage."

Ronan felt it silently, "I guess... it can be compared to the mental strength of an average level 3 mid-level wizard."

The benefits of the secondary purification of mental power brought by [Basic Meditation] are constantly manifesting. In addition, Ronan's soul power has also increased significantly.

The benefit of increased soul power is the improvement of the ability to control spells.

The relationship between soul power, mental power and magic is that soul power is like a person's body, mental power is the strength that grows from the body, and magic is the weapon.

Generally speaking, body size and strength are directly proportional to strength. The greater the strength, the heavier the weapon.

Previously, Ronan's mental power had undergone secondary purification, so his "strength" was greater than that of wizards of the same level. It was like a child born with supernatural powers holding a giant sword. Although the strength was sufficient, due to his limited size, many delicate operations might not be able to be performed.

Now that he has grown into an "adult" body, he can wield the same weapon with ease.

Time was running out, and it was obviously too late to temporarily practice third-level spells.

Ronan casually summoned a small ice ball in his palm, his eyes flickered slightly, and in his consciousness space, the [Ice Flame] symbol flickered slightly.

In an instant, a cluster of blue-white mist rose silently from the ice ball in his palm. His five fingers slowly closed together, and the mist gradually shrank until it completely turned into an ice-blue flame.

The moment the flame took shape, all the heat in the small room seemed to converge towards it, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. In just a blink of an eye, a thin layer of white frost covered the walls and floor of the room.
"After the blessing of [Ice Flame], the icy power of ice magic has undergone a qualitative change. The legend of the Ice Flame Iris Lanster family can be regarded as the real starting point from this step."

Ronan slowly extinguished the ice flame ball in his hand, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He still remembered that in the dream of the Golden Kingdom inheritance of the Mechanical Heart Shi Bierte, the "Alchemist" told him that the connection between elements was more wonderful and close than he had imagined.

"You are destined to walk the path of mastering both ice and fire. The Golden Throne is surrounded by more than just ice and frost."

Ronan whispered what the Alchemist had said to him.

Although the effect of [Ice Flame] has nothing to do with the concept of "ice and fire coexisting", ice condensed to a certain extreme does show some of the morphological characteristics of flames.

Ronan felt as if he had grasped something, but it was like a reflection in a mirror, shattered with the slightest touch.

"The realm of ice and fire coexisting is still too far away for me now, let's take it step by step."

Ronan shook his head and slowly stood up.

Promoted from level 2 to level 3, Ronan's mental and soul power increased significantly. Coupled with the effect of [Ice Flame], Ronan's control and compression ability of ice and frost power increased significantly.

This made an idea that had been lingering in his mind suddenly possible to realize, but whether it was feasible or not could only be known after being tested in actual combat.

Claire stood in front of the mushroom-shaped hut, her lips tightly pursed, holding a flashing communication stone in her hand, her eyes fixed on a gradually shrinking light barrier not far away.

"Shh-"

The light curtain, which was originally moving slowly, suddenly shrank and sped up, approaching Claire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Claire's face changed slightly, and she subconsciously looked towards the small house behind her.

"call--"

Almost at the same time, a strong wind blew in my face, and a dazzling golden light bloomed before my eyes.

Claire narrowed her eyes subconsciously and took two steps back.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find Ronan's figure in front of him.

Compared to a few days ago, Ronan's appearance has not changed much, but his aura has undergone a drastic change.

He became more profound and introverted, with a hint of coldness. Although they were both at level three, Claire just moved a little closer to Ronan, but she felt suffocated and uncomfortable as if she was being suppressed by something invisible.

This feeling shocked him. You know, it took him a long time to be promoted to the third-level wizard, and he was about to condense the sixth spiritual power crystal.

In terms of combat power, Claire knew that she was no match for Ronan, but it was hard for him to accept that his actual spiritual power could be suppressed.

"Get out of here first."

Ronan walked out of the cabin, glanced at the rapidly shrinking light curtain, and called out to Claire.

Claire nodded, and the two of them did not delay and quickly left the area before the light curtain shrank.

"Thank you for these few days."

Above the ancient goblin city, Ronan thanked Claire. During his retreat, he had noticed wizards staying nearby more than once, but they were eventually driven away by Claire.

Without Claire's protection, his promotion would not have failed, but the process would undoubtedly have been much more bumpy.

In response to Ronan's thanks, Claire just shook her head and turned the topic to the battle that both of them were concerned about. "There are only seven vacant seats left."

"There is more than one organization in the battle, Blue Mist Society. Harvide and his team encountered considerable resistance in their joint fight for the seat, and..."

Claire looked at Ronan with a complicated expression and said, "Orian gathered a group of people and tried to fight against Andariel."

"Um?!"

Ronan was surprised and turned his gaze from the white beams of light in the center of the ancient fairy city to Claire. At this time, a rapid sound of breaking through the air attracted the attention of both of them.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw several figures flying towards them one after another.

The speed was very fast. The pursuers were three third-level wizards, and the one they were chasing was only emitting the aura fluctuations of a second-level wizard, which was rare.

Ronan glanced at the person being chased. He had long hair, a heroic face and a determined gaze. He was actually the young wizard named Fiergaron who had snatched someone else's "ticket" with him to enter the ancient fairy city.

No one knew what the latter had done. The three level three wizards who were chasing him were filled with murderous intent. They kept biting him and cast warning glances at Ronan and the others from a distance.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and after half a breath, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

He appeared almost instantly between Fieregallon and the three third-level wizards who were chasing him.

There was a bright, light golden mental force field in front of his forehead, which penetrated his body, flowed down his right hand in the form of titanium metal, and quickly condensed into a silver-white spear.

The rich frost power gathered on the gun body and turned into a cold ice-blue flame, followed by the rise of a turquoise and quiet fire. The Qi of the Dharma Realm flowed rapidly.

"Go away!"

The man led by three third-level wizards had a cold expression. When he raised his hand, a powerful domain of magic emanated from his body.

But before his spell could take shape, Ronan had already thrust out with the spear in his hand.

Mental power, frost flame, law-breaking flame... several kinds of power intertwined on the spear, bursting into a momentary brilliant glow.

The spear flew out of his hand like lightning, and after a few flashes and jumps, it suddenly appeared in front of the third-level wizard, easily tearing through the opponent's mental force field, extraordinary domain, and layers of defense like a hot knife through butter.

"Oh!"

The spear pierced through the wizard's chest, and the remaining force continued, falling like a meteor, and finally nailed him to the outer wall of an ancient building below!

At this moment, both the pursuer and the fugitive stopped moving.

Everyone on the field, including Claire, stared at Ronan with an expression of great shock.

Ronan walked through the void, step by step, towards the third-level wizard who had been nailed to the high wall by his spear.

His expression was calm as he lightly raised his right hand. The silver-white spear wrapped in flames on the high wall began to tremble. The third-level wizard whose body was pierced opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but his body quickly became blurred and finally disappeared.

Only a huge ball of colorful light remained, which quickly merged into Ronan's body.

Ronan casually grabbed the titanium spear that flew back to him and closed his eyes. Large streams of gray smoke emerged from his body wrapped in metal armor, surrounding him like an ancient broken burning flag.

In the deathly silent scene, the two third-level wizards who were chasing Fieregallon retreated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

Fieregallon's face was tense and his expression was dazed.

At this moment, he had already remembered the identity of the handsome young man in front of him who came to his rescue.

When the Fairy Ancient City was just opened, the other party, like him, used the body of a second-level wizard to snatch the ticket of a third-level wizard and was able to enter the battle.

The two started out very similarly, the only difference was
At the beginning of the battle, Fergallon could occasionally defeat some third-level wizards whose strength was not outstanding through surprise attacks, but as time went on, the only things Fergallon could do were to hide and escape.

He had long lost the qualifications to increase his soul power through fighting, and could only collect those free soul light balls bit by bit like an ant in a corner where no one paid attention.

However, Ronan, whom he once thought was of the same kind, had been promoted to level three when they met again. His strength was so strong that he could defeat level three wizards of the same realm as easily as killing chickens and dogs. Judging from the thick gray smoke surrounding the opponent, the number of level three wizards who had been defeated by him was probably astonishing.

Fiergaron opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

But the other party did not give him the chance to thank him. He just glanced at him casually, said "Let's go" to his companions, and turned to fly quickly towards the light column of the seat, which was also the direction where the fighting in the ancient city was the most intense and dangerous.

Looking at the other person's receding back, the young wizard Fiergaron's face changed.

Finally, he let out a light sigh and took the initiative to move towards the rapidly shrinking light curtain.

It's time for him to leave the stage. After all, this is not his stage.

Between the four adjacent, unlit stone pillars, a pale green energy light completely enveloped the entire area.

Several huge skulls as big as hills were circling in the sky. From the empty eye sockets of each skull, a beam of dazzling green light shot out, sweeping in all directions.

In the center of this overwhelming and terrifying power, a figure stood with long hair hanging down to the ankles like twisted seaweed.

Billowing gray smoke surrounded its body, forming a large and majestic gray cloud. It was hard to imagine how many opponents it had defeated to form this cloud.

The majestic gray clouds continued to roll, and faintly terrifying and hideous shapes condensed from the gray clouds.

"call--"

A figure covered in fire rings and surrounded by gray clouds suddenly rushed towards a stone pillar, as if wanting to take the opportunity to light it up.

But several huge skulls flew over rapidly, and the green energy lasers shot out from their mouths crossed with each other. The former only lasted for a few seconds before the fire ring around its body shattered, and it was swept by a green beam of light, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

Its body became blurry in mid-air and quickly disappeared, leaving behind only a large ball of mysterious light, which quickly sank into the body of the figure with seaweed hair. Immediately afterwards, the gray clouds around the figure surged and expanded in size again, reaching a staggering level.

Around the figure with seaweed hair, powerful third-level wizards stood with grim expressions.

The gray smoke clouds surrounding several of them were not small in size, and were already qualified to light up the stone pillars, but because of the obstruction of the human figures, they could not get close to the stone pillars at all.

Moreover, although the gray cloud surrounding them was huge, it was only about one-tenth of its size compared to the figure with seaweed hair.

"Andariel, you're going too far!"

The powerful third-level wizard said coldly to the long-haired figure in the center of the battlefield, "No matter how powerful you are, you can only occupy one seat at most. Why do you occupy four seats and refuse to give up?"

"Ah"

In the pale green energy field, rolling gray clouds broke through, and a domineering figure slowly walked out of it, looking down on the whole place.

"What qualifications do trash have to be here?
Rather than going up and being defeated, it is better to become food for me, Andariel...
When I reach the top, you will all be honored!"

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