Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 212: The bloody battle of Heramus, the desire to dominate fate

The white beam of light in front of him suddenly began to flicker, with some traces of runes appearing at the edges, and the waves it transmitted were intermittent.

"Um?!"

Ronan frowned slightly and looked to the side, and found that not only him, but also the stone pillars where the other seven people were standing had the same situation.

The third round of qualifying battles is about to begin, but there seems to be something wrong with the entire arena mechanism.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the bottom of the rock platform in the center that served as the duel venue suddenly broke, and a large amount of rubble fell, but countless colorful lights gushed out like springs from the bottom.

Amidst the vibration, a mysterious and deep purple beam of light suddenly rose from the center of the "fountain" like a sword.

The purple light column instantly climbed to the top, covering the rock platform below and thirty-two bright and dark stone pillars. In an instant, half of the sky was dyed with purple light, with an extremely obvious circle of shining spots in it, forming a ring shape, like a small miniature starry sky.

This sudden change shocked everyone. Ronan stared at the place where the bright lights formed a circle.

Inexplicably, an extremely strong desire arose in my heart.

He could hardly resist the urge to reach out and grasp that mystery and brilliance in his hands across the distance of space.

“It’s inheritance”

A low voice was heard.

The voice remained relatively calm at first, but soon, an uncontrollable vibration was transmitted in the speaker's tone.

"It is the inheritance of the Spellbinder from Heramus."

"Appeared in advance!"

"boom!"

As soon as this voice fell, a thunderous discussion arose immediately, and all the wizards present were shocked, and the entire ruins of the ancient fairy city also boiled!
The greatest genius in the history of the Upper Ring Continent, a legendary wizard, known as the "natural master of magic" - Heramus!
He buried part of his heritage in the south, which attracted countless brilliant and talented wizards in the south to follow him over thousands of years.

This inheritance is quietly placed there. The battle for the wizard seat of Herams is held every hundred years. A chief is born in each session, but no one has ever been qualified to touch it. Over the long years, whether this inheritance really exists has gradually become a mystery.

Now, the ancient rumors have finally been confirmed!
“Time washes away everything, but the existence of some things is like an immortal pearl. One day, the bright brilliance will remove the dust on the surface and reappear in the sunlight.”

Someone murmured excitedly.

At this time, almost no one cared about the fact that Heramus's magic inheritance suddenly appeared before the third round of the ranking battle. Everyone's attention was attracted by the inheritance itself.

The same was true for the eight people standing on the stone pillars, including Selina.

This noble princess from a powerful wizard empire in the central part of the continent, who was high and mighty, showed a look of emotion for the first time on her beautiful and cold face.

Ronan stared at the bright ring in the mysterious deep purple.

That brilliance seemed to have some kind of fatal attraction to him. This attraction was not brought by the incomparable great name of "Herams", but a wonderful connection.

He and the mystery at the center of the brilliance seemed to have reached some kind of subtle resonance, attracting each other.

Ronan had never felt this way before.

Whether it was the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra Hekator or the [Golden Kingdom] of Spirt, before he obtained them, he had never desired them as strongly as he did now.

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It's waiting for me!

It belongs to me!

It was as if there was a voice shouting in Ronan's heart.

A brilliant light gradually blossomed in his eyes, and his hands, which were naturally hanging down, slowly clenched.

I don’t know if it was really some kind of “destined attraction”, but that mysterious brilliance... was approaching Ronan rapidly amid the desire and call of his heart.

The bright ring at the center of everyone's attention suddenly fell down and fell in one direction, attracting countless people's eyes to follow it.

When they discovered that the object representing the inheritance of the core guardian of Heramus was falling towards a figure on the eight stone pillars, their expressions gradually became incredible.

The geniuses on the other seven stone pillars all frowned, and some of them had their eyes and faces quickly turned gloomy.

Ronan could feel the heat contained in the countless gazes falling on him. He had become the center of everyone's attention.

But at this time he no longer had the energy to care about these things.

All his attention was drawn to the brilliance that was so close to him.

Although I am filled with an indescribable desire for what is contained in that brilliance.

But when it was really placed in front of him, as if he could get it with just a stretch of his hand, Ronan hesitated.

It came too suddenly, so suddenly that it felt extremely unreal to him.

Ronan hesitated, but finally, he slowly reached out and grabbed the dazzling ring in front of him.

As he stretched out his hand, powerful mental fluctuations continued to erupt from the other seven stone pillars around him, and all kinds of pressure rolled towards him like a tide.
Ronan seemed unaware of all this and just reached out and grabbed forward.

When his fingertips finally touched the edge of the dazzling light, suddenly...
"Om-"

A strange wave burst out from the brilliance and instantly spread in all directions.

A strange light wave swept across the void, and almost everyone who was swept by the wave was stunned for a moment, as if they had received some message. The entire ruins of the ancient fairy city suddenly became quiet.

A corner in the crowd that no one can explore.

Lindis, with gray hair and blue eyes, smiled. His pale and slender fingers tapped lightly on the golden compass, and he said to himself, "The game has begun."

At the same time, Ronan kept reaching out to touch the dazzling light.

After feeling the ancient information conveyed by the waves, the whole person unexpectedly became calm and peaceful.

All the previous entanglements, hesitations, and doubts...all disappeared at this moment.

"really."

Ronan shook his head, then continued to grab forward with a calm expression.

His five fingers gently clasped the bright light, which suddenly dispersed with a "bang" and turned into countless star-like points of light, like a miniature galaxy, surrounding Ronan.

"The Bloody Battle of Heramus."

"I knew it."

At the residence of the Court of Life, Mollyl sat on the red lotus staff with her legs dangling. In front of her, a red cardinal made of flames was jumping back and forth.

“Did this guy’s prayers come true?

He really wants to die on the stage."

Molly muttered, feeling a little bored of playing, and crushed the Flame Cardinal in front of her with a "bang". She lazily cast an emotionless look at a figure in her field of vision and yawned with boredom.

"Please end this damn boring game quickly. It's not exciting at all."

"What is the Bloody Battle of Heramus?"

Below, Grace, who had been silent almost since the battle began, finally couldn't help but speak.

She looked at the silver-haired female wizard beside her with an inquiring look. In fact, the information transmitted by the wave she just touched had already been described very clearly, but she still wanted to verify it again. The silver-haired female wizard pondered, and before she could speak, the young wizard Donnie, whose face was densely covered with graffiti, had already sneered and answered: "It was the inheritance that chose him.

But he must defeat all the remaining people on the field before he can truly inherit the legacy.
This guy is dead!
There is absolutely no second possibility!"

The confidence and disdain in Donnie's tone made Grace's face change slightly, and she subconsciously took out a communication stone, as if she wanted to convey something to someone.

There came a soft sigh from the silver-haired witch nearby.

"It's useless. This is not something he can decide."

Grace froze, and then she heard the silver-haired witch say in a low voice:
"Once the 'Blood Battle of Heramus' begins, the chosen one cannot refuse, cannot admit defeat, and cannot give up. One must defeat all competitors and make it all the way to the end. Otherwise, the only outcome is death on the stage.
If this was just a gathering of talented wizards in the south, he might still have a slight chance.

But he had to blame his bad luck for running into Her Highness Serena this time."

Donnie echoed indifferently: "At most the second round. No, he will probably fall in the first round. He has no right to stand in front of Her Highness Serena. Haha."

Grace listened to what the two said with a dazed expression. Unconsciously, the communication stone in her hand, which was used to contact Ronan, was clenched so tightly that even her knuckles turned slightly white.

After a brief silence, the huge site of the ancient fairy city ruins and the crowd of tens of thousands of wizards gathered together were once again ignited.

Countless people were discussing the information they had just received about the "Bloody Battle of Heramus".

All the awe, admiration and envy for Ronan before now turned into regret, sympathy, and even more of a gloating ridicule.

The bright light falling from the sky did not represent inheritance, favor and gift from Heramus, but a blade sharp enough to pierce the heart and deprive the soul.

For many people, having the opportunity to see a brilliant, unattainable prodigy fight to the death in front of them is a rare and unattainable thing.

Some people have even prepared a speech in their minds, thinking about how to vividly tell this bloody chapter to those who were not present after the event.

Among the crowd of onlookers, perhaps only the wizards with silver magic rings and members of the Blue Mist Society remained silent at this time. Everyone was shrouded in an inexplicable heavy emotion.

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price."

"Isn't it interesting, Doru?"

In the crowd, Lindis, who seemed to exist independently in another space, looked at the low-level wizards around him with various expressions, and naturally revealed a somewhat superior and detached attitude.

"To witness a relatively powerful individual die in misfortune and to have heated discussions and carnivals around its corpse is truly an eternal habit etched in our blood."

Lindis closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of dominating the fate and emotions of others.

The man in black robe at the side remained silent. He knew the other party's temper very well and had anticipated the outcome of all this development.

Lindis never thought of truly giving anyone the legacy that Heramus left in this land in the south. All he wanted was a game.

And the person he chose to be the "protagonist" of this game.
The black-robed man's gaze subconsciously turned to a figure in the distance that was surrounded by a false brilliance, and a complex feeling of sympathy inexplicably emerged in his heart.

It is destined to die either dimly or brilliantly under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Will I end up in the same situation?"

The man in black robe couldn't help but think of the promises Lindis had made to him before, and his eyes dropped.

"Anyone on the field has the potential to kill Ronan Damien."

"Who do you think will kill him in the end?"

"This is an irresistible trap. Once you step into it, you can only wait for death to come in the shadowy hope."

Ronan stood on his own stone pillar, and could hear the heated discussions of the onlookers.

Looking up, he saw that everyone on the other seven stone pillars was looking at him, with different expressions. Most of their eyes contained passion and desire, as well as undisguised coldness.

He is not a man favored by "luck".

On the contrary, he seemed to be the only unlucky one among the eight who was unfortunately chosen.

He needs to defeat everyone on the field in order to obtain the inheritance left by Herams, but as for the other seven people, as long as they kill him, there is a certain chance that they can take the inheritance for themselves.

An unfair game that forced Ronan to gamble his life.

He couldn't refuse yet.

Ronan himself was surprisingly calm at the moment.

Long before, he had gotten used to being played around by fate and facing desperate situations again and again.

For a wizard who grew up like a weed from the cracks in the lowest stones, he had too many experiences of surviving from death.

"Mist..Mist"

Ronan silently rolled the word over in his mind, and suddenly some enlightenment came to his mind.

Perhaps the reason why levels one to three are called the "fog stage" by ancient wizards is not just about the exploration and search at the level of knowledge, spells, and soul, but also something deeper.

such as
What does he want?
Some people embark on the path of wizards in pursuit of omnipotent power.

Some people seek wisdom that knows everything.

Some people are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery they see and experience.

Some people dream of building their own ideal hometown.
Everyone has something they most want to pursue and achieve, and this is the deepest force that supports those who go high enough and far enough on the path of wizardry.

And what does Ronan want to pursue?
He forgot when he began to feel confused.

After leaving the life of a wandering wizard, his strength continued to increase, and without the threat of death that could appear at any time and place, he left feeling a little confused.

These confusions hung over his path like an invisible mist, causing him to wander aimlessly.

At this moment, Ronan suddenly understood.

The fog in the mind is gently dispelled, and the confusion disappears.

The sudden arrival of the bloody battle of Heramus and the long-awaited death crisis, either die in the ultimate bloom, or become more glorious after breaking through all obstacles!
"Destiny"

Ronan took a deep breath and slowly closed his five fingers. "What I have always wanted is to be able to completely control my own destiny!"

I don't want to be a puppet at the mercy of others anymore.

"Click——"

The sound of something breaking.

Deep in the soul, it seems as if impurities and chronic diseases are peeling off, and small and wonderful transformations are taking place.

In an instant, the thick gray clouds behind Ronan surged violently.

Layers of gray waves gathered and piled up.
The colorful light gushing out of the void formed a bridge of light at this moment, extending from Ronan's feet to the increasingly tall and huge platform in the center.

Ronan walked on the light bridge and onto the central platform step by step.

When he stood in the middle of the platform, the gray clouds surging behind him completely transformed into a huge and deep shadow.

In the shadows, there seemed to be a ferocious and terrifying multi-headed monster hiding, looking down coldly at everything around it through the darkness.

"Kill me or be killed by me."

Ronan stood high on the platform, looking down at each figure on the seven stone pillars below. He spoke calmly, looking down at them:
"Who of you will be the first?"

(End of this chapter)