Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 217 I have been looking forward to this moment, the fusion of the four domains - [Hekalto's Ancient Bite]

It was like a tiny ripple suddenly appearing on the dark and calm water.

Ronan's figure disappeared in the flashing silver light, and then appeared in another place in an instant.

Yaojiao's body pounced in one direction, and dark blue frost formed streams of firework-like light around him.

The shadow before his eyes seemed to become thick and sticky all of a sudden. He moved his five fingers, and his fingertips kept breaking through layer after layer of black until he finally touched something.

"call--"

Ronan stopped, his figure half hidden in the dark blue frost, and turned around, meeting the gaze of Angele not far away.

Angelet still maintained his original posture. He did not move and it seemed as if he had never moved.

Ronan slowly looked at his right hand. A small piece of black silk was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers.

Frost wrapped around him, and the fragments of the robe turned into powder and slipped through his fingers bit by bit.

He was just about to "catch" Angelet.

"You are smarter than I thought."

Angelet glanced at the hem of his robe which had a small gap, and a strange look appeared on his face.

He looked at Ronan, the relaxed feeling on his body slowly faded, and he spoke:
"But the same method won't work next time."

"It's no longer needed."

Ronan spoke calmly.

When his figure was extremely close to Angele, Ronan suddenly found a way to find him that was easier than making Angele emotionally unstable.

The wonderful connection between ancient bloodlines.

With one percent of the ancient frost hydra bloodline fully stimulated, Ronan's perception of Angele suddenly became clear.

Just like the words Ronan said to try to make Angele have emotional fluctuations.

Ronan was not sure whether the name of the ancient fallen crow was on Hekalto's menu, but strengthening oneself through devouring was the instinct of all ancient creatures.

At this moment, the blood crystal inserted into Ronan's heart kept trembling, and the one percent of Hekaltor blood flowing in his body was ready to move, constantly conveying his hungry desire to him.

This "hunger" that went straight to the depths of his soul turned into a kind of "eating" instinct. The ancient frost that permeated the air became Ronan's tentacles for detecting his "prey". The shadows around him were being peeled away layer by layer, and the figure of Angele hidden in the shadows seemed to become clearer little by little.

"call--"

Ronan took a deep breath, his long dark blue hair fluttering in the wind, and an evil, ancient, and natural aura of a dominant emanated from him.

The shadow of the ancient frost hydra behind him began to wriggle, and Ronan ran quickly in the void.

The same ice magic appeared around him again, but unlike before, the colors of these ice magic changed from pure white or ice blue to deep dark blue, carrying a hint of mysterious and ancient aura, and the spell fluctuations released also became much more obscure and mysterious.

Under the premise that the realm of resonance in the law domain has not been improved, the power of these spells has been greatly enhanced. That is the ancient blessing from the bloodline of Hekalto.

"【Ancient. Extremely Frozen Soldiers】!"

The huge ice blade, dark blue in color with countless black lines on its surface, slowly rises from the dark blue vortex of ice and snow, carrying a strong ancient atmosphere.

Ronan raised his hand and clenched it, making a horizontal slashing motion.

As far as his sight reached, large areas of "night" were broken by the ice blade. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a blurry shadow. He raised his hand, and a large number of black and blue aurora veins under his feet rapidly extended in that direction. Wherever they passed, the shadows were shattered.

The snowflakes slowly falling from the sky also turned dark blue, and each one became thicker and more ancient.

The night domain belonging to Angele is collapsing rapidly, and what now rules this battlefield is the ancient cold!

"boom!"

Ronan raised his arms, and the rolling frost formed a black-blue ice flame in front of him, which quickly spread out in all directions.

Under the erosion of the ice flame, large chunks of black collapsed. The platform space, which was previously almost completely shrouded in "night", was reconnected to the skylight from the bottom, and dark blue became the new background color of this space.

When the scene in the platform space was once again clearly presented to everyone.

Everyone saw that Angele, with his wings blending into the darkness, occupied the high altitude of the platform, while below him was Ronan, who was protected by countless dark blue frosts.

The battle seemed to have returned to its original point.

The two of them, one above and one below, stared at each other silently.

Ronan took a light step forward.

"Boom——"

Under his feet, the ice and frost vibrated, and a "brand new" snow country was constructed.

However, this time, the snow country did not descend from above, but seemed to emerge from the ground.

Countless black and blue frost veins intertwined to form an ancient and mysterious pattern under Ronan's feet. If you look down from above, you will find that this pattern is extremely similar to the multi-headed snake shadow behind Ronan.

And Ronan stood right in the center of the multi-headed snake pattern.

"Snow Country, the ancient snow country..."

"This should be called Hekalto's Frost Realm."

Surrounded by large patches of black and blue frost, Ronan murmured in a low voice, then raised his head, his blue-gold snake eyes fixed on Angele, whose smile had faded in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth, speaking softly:
"Angel, the game between us has just officially begun."

"boom!"

Everyone was concentrating on watching the battle on the platform. There wasn't much noise, only the occasional low conversation and discussion, making a buzzing sound.

Both the combat effectiveness displayed by Angele, which was completely superior to that of ordinary first-tier top talents, and the means by which Ronan "broke the impasse", were beyond their expectations.

The two people on the stage seemed to have some kind of ancient and powerful bloodline. For ordinary low-level wizards, it was simply a battle in another realm.

And the source of Ronan's power seems to have a good explanation at this time.

"The strength of Ronan Damien's ice magic does not come from his inheritance, but from his bloodline."

"What kind of bloodline is that that can control ancient ice and frost? It's like a dominant being that stood at the top of the food chain in ancient times."

"But how could that legendary blood flow in one person?"

The wizards who were watching were shocked and amazed. At the Court of Life, Mollyl had already stood up, and seemed to be in a bad mood as she kept fiddling with the red lotus staff in her hand.

"No wonder I hated this guy so much the first time I saw him. It turns out he inherited the blood and will of that disgusting multi-headed worm."

The blood that was hidden in Molly's body and had not yet awakened constantly transmitted all kinds of disgust and irritability to her. It was a feeling like meeting a natural enemy.

She had sensed it last time in the Mechanical Heart, and now the feeling had become unusually clear.

In the crowd, Lindis narrowed his eyes and watched the fight between shadow and frost on the stage, and suddenly asked the black-robed man beside him.

"I remember that the South had been preserving half of the heart of the ancient fallen crow..."

"Yes."

The black-robed man answered in a low voice, "The man on the stage was a chess piece that the previous generation of Shuoyue valued very much. He was the one who advocated transplanting the fallen crow heart into him."

"This matter is over. Take this kid back."

Lindis said calmly: "He merged very well with the blood of the fallen crow. This kind of special talent has always been what we lack."

"Ah."

The black-robed man responded.

"As for Him"

Lindis's eyes moved to another slender figure guarded by ancient frost, his eyes flickered, and he did not continue to speak. He seemed to be thinking, and some of his thoughts seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

"Boom!"

The two figures collided violently at the junction of black and blue.

The dark blue frost condensed into spear shapes and clashed with the shadows, creating long and narrow jagged shapes.

When Ronan's ancient frost hydra bloodline was fully activated, Angele's concealment methods were completely ineffective in front of him.

Angele seemed to no longer choose to hide, and instead began to engage in a real head-on confrontation with Ronan.

"hiss--"

Something seemed to be rapidly surging in the dense shadows, and a terrifying sharp intent that seemed to cut the soul in half shot out from the shadows.

A huge black wing as sharp as a blade silently slashed towards Ronan's neck.

The speed of the wings was incredibly fast, spreading along with the shadow. There was no sign, and nothing could stop it.

"Is this the way in which Jupiter and Venus were wounded?"

Ronan's thoughts raced through his mind. He took a deep breath, and the endless frost around him gathered towards him.

After Hekaltor's bloodline was stimulated, Ronan's control over ice energy reached an unprecedented level.

He does not need any spells to assist him, nor does he need any mental force to guide him. His bloodline's instinctive gift allows him to control the coldness between heaven and earth with ease!
Moreover, this frost mobilized by the power of blood is thicker, heavier and more powerful than the frost condensed by simple magic. The power of ice extends to deeper levels.

Can resist Angele's ancient fallen crow power.

Only the ancient can fight against the ancient!
"In the palm of your hand... Snow Country!"

With his long dark blue hair lifted high, Ronan put his hands together, and a large number of snake-scale-like rune patterns lit up on his slender and charming body made of titanium.

The vast snow country began to shrink, and [Hekalto's Frost Realm] quickly gathered around his body.

Those extraordinary powers of the domain, which serve as the foundation, skeleton, and veins of the entire realm, formed layers of black-blue ice around Ronan's body, and finally formed a huge and exquisite dark blue ice ball, wrapping him up completely.

Compared with the first time he performed [Snow Country in the Palm], although this time the [Snow Country in the Palm] was not compressed thoroughly enough and was far from meeting the requirement of being condensed in one palm, the entire compression process was more perfect.

Within the [Snow Country], the law domains are tightly meshed like gears, forming an indestructible and absolutely defensive field, which firmly holds back the blade-like black wings before they can chop down.

“Crack, crack, sizzle—”

The pitch-black wings cut through the ice ball, and after cutting halfway through, they encountered a huge obstacle, making a sharp and harsh sound like metal friction.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hands. The condensed ice ball broke, and all the fragments turned into a dark blue torrent, shattering the wings and rushing towards a certain location in the void.

It was as if an eternal glacier had cracked, and the void had become brittle paper, revealing large areas of fragmentation under the impact of the terrifying ancient icy aura.

After the shadow was quickly "washed away", Angelet's figure appeared.

Facing Ronan's attack, he showed no expression on his face, but just calmly folded his wings in front of him.
"boom--"

The rushing glacier slammed heavily into the wings, completely submerging Angele's figure.

When all the noise subsided and the night unfolded, Angelet walked out of the center of the turbulent energy intact.

"That's enough, little Ronan."

Angelet spoke quietly with a calm expression.

At this moment, all the shadows covering the sky rushed towards Angelet.

He was completely enveloped by the "night".

When the darkness becomes dense enough, a little scarlet blooms.

Large patches of shadows slid down Angele's body like the finest black silk. Behind the shadows was an exquisite armor as dark as night, with rune patterns that looked like blood flowing on it.

Angelet at this moment was very similar to the time when Ronan first met him.

Black hair, red eyes, armor, cloak, surrounded by the shadow of an ancient fallen crow. The whole person is like an evil and twisted dark sun, emitting a terrible aura that makes people's souls sink.

“The most wonderful thing about sowing a seed is waiting for it to sprout, grow, and finally harvest.”

Angelet raised one hand. His fingers were slender and white, and looked more beautiful than a woman's hands.

As he muttered to himself, he looked at his nails, where a little black light was slowly emerging.

In an instant, all the light in this world seemed to be absorbed by this point.

The sky quickly darkened. Above the ruins of the ancient fairy city, the condensed and lingering energy streams seemed to have lost their color at this moment, and the sun's rays also quickly dimmed.

In just a breath, the world seemed to transition from day to night.

The change in the celestial phenomena moved countless people. The magic that Angelet was accumulating at this moment was so terrifying that it almost surpassed the move [Spirt's Endless Vortex] that Ronan used to defeat Evaqui.

A familiar aura of horror flowed out from Angele's fingers, and it was clearer and stronger than anyone had ever felt before.

"Another evildoer who is constantly on the edge of taboos."

In the void, the Dawn Wizard of the Life Royal Court was shocked and sighed in disbelief, "What happened to the South? How can this land, which has always been known for its poverty and backwardness, continue to breed geniuses of this level?"

"To what extent has this guy integrated the blood of the ancient fallen crow?"

The black light between the fingers grew bigger and bigger, like a distorted black sun, being slowly lifted up by Angele.

All the light was taken away by it, making Angelet look like the true lord of the night.

"Thank you for giving me this last bit of fun before I leave the South, Ronan."

Angelet looked down at Ronan with a peaceful smile on his face, "Wave goodbye to this world.

As a reward, I will keep a trace of your soul and seal it away properly."

After saying this, Angelet, like a monarch high above, gently threw the black light between his fingers towards Ronan with a gesture of compassion and charity.

The twisted black sun silently rolled towards Ronan, carrying with it a terrifying aura that could devour everything.

At this moment, countless memories of Angele flashed through his mind, and the haze of the past and the crisis before him quietly overlapped.

Ronan watched as Angelet's figure transformed into an endless black curtain, as if to completely cover his entire world.

He stretched out a hand with his five fingers spread out in a daze.

It seemed as if he was talking to Angelet, but also as if he was talking to himself.

"I"

"I've been looking forward to it"

"It's this moment."

When the whispering sound fell quietly.

Ronan also seemed to have come out of his brief trance, and his whole body showed an unprecedented great calmness.

The auras of several extraordinary realms rose from his body like wolf smoke, surging and merging rapidly.

The ancient frost is steaming upwards!
It outlines a huge, ancient, ferocious multi-headed body, which is completely integrated with the soul shadow that appears behind Ronan, making them indistinguishable from each other.

Among them, a huge snake head appeared almost completely clearly, with every snake scale, every texture, and every ancient trace vividly, as if the real frost overlord had arrived.

When the tightly closed eyes of the huge snake head, which had almost solidified into substance, suddenly opened, an unprecedented strong sense of taboo was suddenly released.

Dark blue thunder like thick tree branches suddenly fell from the sky. The ancient overlord "awoke" from the long river of time, opened his mouth, and bit the twisted black sun fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the whole sun in one gulp!
Three years later.

The [Hekalto's Death Gaze], which is a fusion of the three domains, undergoes a transformation.
Now, this is the fusion of the four domains - [Hekarto's Ancient Bite]!
(End of this chapter)