Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 210 Life Witch, Forbidden Magical Instruments

"It's most likely the second and third reasons..."

Because if the wizards of the Court of Life consume their own life energy as spells, it would be equivalent to fighting with their "life", which is unlikely.

"The inheritance of the Court of Life may be helpful to me. If I can increase the total amount of vitality through other means, the combat power of the [Stainless Body] that has completely transformed into a giant demon can also be improved."

Ronan wanted to increase the combat effectiveness of [Innocent Body] in its complete giant demon form. Apart from improving the efficiency of utilizing the existing life energy, the only thing left was to increase the base of life energy.

It would be great if both aspects could be strengthened.

The Court of Life and Ronan actually take two different paths in the use of life energy. The former uses life energy as the driving force of wizard spells, while Ronan uses life energy directly on himself.

But it is not ruled out that Selina also possesses the secret method of using life energy to strengthen her body.

"Selina's close combat ability may be stronger than anyone imagined."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he kept analyzing in his mind.

He still has ambitions for the position of chief wizard, and Heramus's heritage as a spellcaster is also very attractive to him.

If he wants to take the chief position, Selena is definitely a hurdle he cannot bypass.

In addition to Selina, Ronan's other concerns were Adam of the Dawn of Psychic Energy, and Levi's of the Chaos Society.

It's not just him. As geniuses who have manifested soul characteristics in the first round of qualifying battles, each of them is the focus of everyone's attention.

After seeing Adam's attack, Ronan discovered that the inheritance of the Psionic Dawn was actually an extremely rare psychic spell.

Like the life spells of the Court of Life, mind spells also belong to the non-elemental spell inheritance. Due to the special nature of their energy, the power of the spells released is far greater than that of ordinary elemental spells.

"The power of the mind comes from the will, and the will comes from the soul"

The power of the spiritual light that Adam displayed in battle was extremely pure and powerful, and he also had a characteristic similar to that of a true ancient ascetic.

After seeing Adam's clear eyes, Ronan suddenly began to believe that the two-winged unicorn that Adam was riding and was inseparable from him might really be the legendary unicorn.

It is said that only those with a pure mind and extremely strong will have the opportunity to tame the legendary unicorn.

The unicorn is an ancient species similar to the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent. In terms of rarity and grade, it is even higher than the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent.

Adam's unicorn is quite majestic, and it seems to have a strong bonus to Adam's spells. Adam's fighting style is simply an outlier among the wizard group. He charges at his opponents like a knight, and he hardly needs to use any other means. The pure light of his mind is like an indestructible sacred lance, which can easily defeat the opponent in front of him.

"Even if it was a wizard at the third level, but with a weaker will, he probably wouldn't be able to cast a complete spell in front of Adam..."

Through the protective magic circle surrounding the platform, Ronan could still feel the powerful will emanating from Adam, which seemed to be able to break through all obstacles.

This will cause great mental shock to his opponents, shaking their souls and significantly reducing their combat effectiveness.

After seeing what Adam did, Ronan began to envy the inheritance of the Dawn of Psychic Energy.

Due to his practice of [Austerity Body Tempering], his will is also extremely tough and strong, which is tempered by countless pains and tortures.

Adam's fighting style was also very much to his liking, and because of the residual consciousness of "Hektor", willpower was a very important "life-saving talisman" for Ronan, and it would not be excessive to strengthen it in any way.

“I think other people’s inheritance is good, but I don’t know if others will have the same idea about me.”

Ronan couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart. His inheritance of ice and space spells must have made many wizards "envious".

There is also the "Golden Kingdom" inheritance that has not yet begun formal practice, which is also a supreme opportunity that ordinary wizards dream of.

Compared to Adam, Li Vicchi of the Chaos Secret Society is a little more "ordinary". He only uses normal dark spells mixed with some curse spells.

Li Weiqi seemed extremely low-key. He did not reveal many of his cards in both actions, giving people a feeling that he was unpredictable.

Unknowingly.

"Om-"

The beam of light in front of him suddenly turned blue. Ronan was startled for a moment before he realized that it was his turn to play again.

Countless eyes gathered together. Ronan took a deep breath and walked calmly onto the central platform step by step through the void.

He glanced at a few stone pillars, and in one of them, there was an ordinary-looking young man with wine-red eyes exuding an evil aura, who smiled and made a "come on" gesture to him.

Ronan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he simply ignored the other person, focusing his attention on the opponent in front of him.

Ronan's opponent in this round is a young man wearing a black robe with gold patterns. He has brown hair and his ten naturally drooping fingers are covered with shiny magical rings of different colors.

Ronan had an impression of this man. He was the wizard from the "Mystic Power Workshop" in the first round.

An organization like the Mystic Power Workshop is different from ordinary wizard forces. The spell inheritance within it may be relatively more complicated, but because of abundant resources and luxurious equipment, the combat effectiveness of wizards of the same level will be much stronger than that of wizards from normal forces.

The young wizard in front of him is a good example. The third-level magical equipment he has displayed now is several times more than that of a normal wizard.

No one knows how many good things are hidden in his storage space. In the eyes of many wizards, this guy is simply a moving human treasure, comparable to the legendary "treasure digging goblin".

"Farlin Leonledo."

The young wizard from the "Mystic Power Workshop" looked nervous and awkward when he saw that his opponent was Ronan.

He introduced himself to Ronan in a very graceful manner, as if to set a relatively "friendly" tone for this battle in advance.

Ronan nodded and gave his name as well.

Just as he was about to take action, a young wizard from the Mystic Power Workshop named Farin said something shocking: "You are very strong, I am no match for you.

But I have a very powerful magic weapon. This is my trump card. If you can take my next attack, I will admit defeat.
May I? "

"Uh"

Ronan was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw the other party quickly pull out a strangely shaped, dark gold dagger from the sleeve of his robe.

The dagger looked extremely old, full of the breath of time. Its handle was a twisted and entangled golden snake with a dull ruby ​​inlaid in the snake's eye.

The other party held a dagger and recited an ancient and mysterious spell rapidly.

Soon, the Golden Snake Dagger began to release a trace of inexplicable fluctuations.

When the other party chanted the last syllable of the spell, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, and he looked at Ronan seriously and shouted:

“Those who are lucky enough to see it want to possess it.

Anyone lucky enough to possess it will inevitably die.

Turn your gaze away from it, you vile...coveter!"

As soon as the words fell, the other party picked up the dagger and fiercely slashed it across his palm, but strangely, no blood flowed out. Immediately afterwards, an indescribable horror aura emanated from the dagger, and the snake's eyes instantly became bright, and wisps of black mist rose up. The huge platform space, the void was turbulent like water waves.
Ronan was stunned.

Then, his expression quickly turned ugly.

"Grass"

"It's a Dawn-class magical tool!"

Brilliant streams of energy filled the entire sky of the plain, like countless gorgeous sunsets, presenting a dreamy, spectacular, beautiful and shocking picture.

On a high hill, a figure was looking up at all this.

This was an ordinary-looking man, with long, slightly curly grey hair, emerald eyes, and fair skin. His exact age could not be determined.

He was dressed in a pure black robe that dragged on the ground. He seemed to be completely immersed in the beauty of this scene, with his face filled with deep fascination and intoxication.

Someone appeared behind him, wearing a similar black robe, his face obscured by the edge of the hood hanging from his head, so his features could not be seen clearly.

“I think of the class we were in.”

The gray-haired man withdrew his gaze and looked at the black-robed man behind him. He said softly in a nostalgic tone: "Do you still remember? Doru.

At that time, you were so brilliant that you rushed into the top four in one go, and were only one step away from becoming the leader of that generation.
And I am just a small second-level wizard and don’t even have the qualifications to participate.

I can only stay outside and look up at you with infinite admiration."

The man in black robe didn't say anything. After a moment, a deep and hoarse male voice sounded from under the black robe.

“The protectors following the Alba family are probably only level four in strength, so they are nothing to worry about.

The problem is that Phoenix's bloodline is mixed with our goal. If we proceed as planned, we must consider the impact they may cause.
Now the higher-ups want you to decide whether to...

The gray-haired man raised his hand and interrupted the black-robed man.

"Don't you understand, Dorothy?

If you just want to capture the little girl from the Alba family, you only need to come back."

The black-robed man paused, then continued: "Although the Phoenix is ​​not well-known, they have always been one of the oldest and most noble bloodlines in the Upper Ring. Their immortal wings may not have completely withered into ashes. What if..."

“That’s not something you need to consider.”

The gray-haired man spoke calmly.

The man in black robe fell silent.

The gray-haired man continued slowly:

“Legend has it that the Life Witch Jolie Nolins Alba forged a total of twelve extremely powerful life suits during her lifetime, eight of which were damaged or lost in battle.

Alba's descendants took the remaining four sets and established a huge empire in the middle of Sheung Wan."

"Our target this time, although the blood of Alba Life Witch is very thin, it unexpectedly fits very well with one of the life suits."

"Do you think we just want to collect her blood?"

The black-robed man's body shook slightly, and his hooded head quickly raised up.

"You should know that I am in charge of the research of the 'Salvation Armed Forces' project. If your performance this time is satisfactory to me..."

The gray-haired man turned to look at the man in black robes and said gently, "I am willing to let you be my assistant. You can even have the opportunity to become the first commander of the armed forces."

"Doru, try your best to do what you should do. I'll take care of the rest."

The gray-haired man reached out and gently patted the black-robed man on the shoulder, and whispered, "Don't let me down."

The man in black robe lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

The gray-haired man had a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he turned his gaze to the center where the rays of light converged in the distance, looking at the densely packed tiny black dots that formed a tight circle, representing countless wizards, and a look of deep emotion emerged on his face.

"The South. Haven't been back for hundreds of years? I almost forgot..."

“It’s really nostalgic.”

As the man sighed, the two people on the hill melted away like ink and disappeared in the sky full of rosy clouds in the blink of an eye.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Ronan's long white hair spread out behind him like a cloak. His arms were muscular and full of blue veins. The backs of his hands were covered with dense lines like snake scales. Pure white light was jumping around his body like lightning.

Ronan's face was slightly grim, and between his two palms, an indescribably rich aura of the law domain intertwined and condensed, and countless frosts gathered into a ball, and on top of the ice ball there was a silver metal shield made entirely of titanium.
He stretched out almost all his defenses, but still couldn't block the blurry and distorted black light in the void before his eyes.

The latter broke through his layers of defense like a broken bamboo, melting the titanium, shattering the ice ball, and collapsing the domain. Ronan put his hands together, trying to hold the virtual light with his bare hands, but his two palms were instantly cut.
The black light quickly passed through Ronan's body, and its power was finally exhausted, and finally disappeared into the air.

Ronan had a blank expression on his face. A deep cut on his right rib was closing quickly.

When he raised his head with cold eyes and cast his gaze towards his opponent, what he heard in return was a hurried and slightly panicked voice.

"Okay..I give up!"

"call--"

A huge mysterious ball of light emerged from the other party's body and quickly sank into Ronan's body.

The huge gray cloud rolled violently and expanded to the surroundings again.

Ronan felt the rapid growth of his soul and mental strength, and his depressed mood finally felt a little better.

When he saw clearly that his opponent was a wizard from the Mystic Power Workshop named Farin, with a pale face, sunken cheeks, and a look of weakness that made him almost shaky, the anger he had been holding in his heart finally subsided.

"I'm sorry, Damien. The Mystic Energy Workshop will compensate you later."

The wizard Farin threw a communication stone to Ronan in a hoarse voice, and there was an unconcealable deep shock in his lifeless eyes.

As a spellcaster, Falin naturally knows best the terrifying power of his Dawn magic tool. Just look at his current appearance and you will know.

How could it be an ordinary Dawn-class magic tool that could almost drain a genius wizard of the third-level mid-stage?

The second update should be posted before 12: am. If it is not finished, it will be posted in the early morning.
(End of this chapter)