Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 227: Drinking poison to quench thirst, Shadow Dragon

In the desolate and lonely wilderness, the terrifying cold air gushed out from the sunken ground like a fountain, and spread like a spider web on the grass. Within a radius of several miles, the season went directly from late autumn to severe cold. In a small area, heavy snow fell directly from the sky.

The snow was deep red, as if soaked with blood, and filled with a sense of solemnity and extinction.

Inside the deep pit, covered in dark red frost, Ronan's face was hideous, his muscles twisted, and he dug his ten fingers deeply into the mud in front of him like a demon.

"Hekator..Frost!"

"Hekator..Frost!"

Countless sharp and slippery voices were screaming and shouting hysterically in his ears, repeating the same name over and over again, as if countless stones were rubbing against the smooth surface of glass, driving him mad.

At this moment, darkness as thick as oil had occupied most corners of his consciousness.

That was the remaining will of Hekalto that surged out from the long river of time, filled with all kinds of tyranny, evil, cruelty, and violence.

The six pale golden spiritual power crystals "struggled" to shine, and layers of shadows surrounded and wrapped around him. His ego was constantly being devoured.
"open"

“Embrace greatness.”

"You and I were meant to be one."

Waves of murmuring sounds, like the whispers of an ancient demon, threatened and bewitched him to let down his guard.

"Ho-"

In unspeakable pain, Ronan's eyes turned red, and he growled and punched the ground hard.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power was released with his fist, and with him as the center, the ground within a circle of hundreds of meters around him collapsed and exploded silently!

Huge waves of mud and ice gushed out, and in the blood-red mud, Ronan's figure slowly rose uncontrollably.

At this moment, he was like an ancient sinful sun, emitting a cold, murderous, ominous and forbidden aura all the time from his whole body.

A strong bloody light filled the entire sky and earth. A flock of birds flew over from high in the sky and without any warning, they turned into dark red dust and disappeared.

Countless bodies of tiny creatures fell out of the turned-over soil. No life survived in this area.
Ronan's figure was suspended in mid-air, his long dark red hair dancing wildly behind him like a living thing.

His face was distorted and he grabbed his head fiercely with both hands. His fingers dug deep into his head, piercing his flesh and bleeding without him noticing.

pain!
It hurts!

The pain of having his soul devoured and his will forcibly taken away was beyond any pain he had ever endured before.

He now felt as if he had fallen into the mouth of some huge ferocious creature, being nibbled and chewed bit by bit by its sharp teeth, as if it wanted to crush and chew him completely before swallowing him.

The consequences of this forced fusion of blood are more than ten times more serious than the last time!
Not to mention that Ronan had no time to rush back to the Silver Ring to use the Holy Blood Tree to purify the blood in his body three times, and then re-extract and condense it into blood crystals.

Even if the Holy Blood Tree was in front of us, it would probably be difficult for it to have any effect.

Not only was he very clear about this, but the "Him" who was occupying his consciousness at this moment was also obviously very clear about this.

In a trance, Ronan had already seen the outline of a huge eight-headed snake that stretched from the sky to the ground, and it was becoming clearer and clearer before his eyes.

Those pairs of scarlet snake eyes that were like the sun and the moon were staring at him coldly.

“He” is waiting.

Wait for the moment when your will completely collapses.

This is the "deal" reached between Ronan and "Him".

Nothing in this world happens for no reason. When you gain power far beyond your own ability, you naturally have to pay a corresponding price.

Gradually, the six spiritual power crystals in the consciousness space were completely swallowed up by the shadow.

The ancient will of "Hekarto" almost eroded the entire consciousness space. Surrounded by endless darkness, Ronan's self-will was only a spark of fire, which could be completely extinguished at any time.

Under the blood-red dome, in the boundless wilderness, before the last bit of "light" is about to be swallowed up.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, and his long, sharp fingers cut a bloody pattern on his chest that looked like a hexagram.

"Ah Saslin.. Bo..."

Weird and difficult to pronounce spell syllables uttered from the trembling lips.

"As a follower...

"We share the thorns together!"

As the last word was spoken, he raised his head suddenly, and the hexagram pattern on his chest shone brightly.

In an instant, an invisible and strange power emerged from his body.

In the space of consciousness, an invisible vortex seemed to form, and the ancient will of "Hekarto", which had almost occupied all of his consciousness, flowed uncontrollably into the vortex.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to hear the angry roar of "Hekalto".

A smile appeared on his twisted face, and his turbid eyes were filled with the tranquility after a storm.

He already knew the consequences of the deal with the "devil".
So he is not either.
There is absolutely no back-up plan.

By the quiet autumn lake, a young shepherd was lying on the soft yellow grass holding his beloved lamb.

Without any warning, the surface of the huge wild lake suddenly froze over, and the terrifying cold wave rolled in from the depths of the lake like a tide. The poor shepherd and his sheep didn't even have time to react, and everything on the lakeside was frozen into snow-white ice sculptures under the cold wave.

In just a blink of an eye, the area near the wild lake completely turned into a world of ice and snow, as if only this place had entered the harsh winter season.

The terrible cold was still accumulating madly, and the frost was spreading in all directions like a flood, onto the lawns and slopes, and was about to invade the distant forest.

"Boom!"

The frozen lake surface suddenly exploded, and a ball of black frost quickly jumped out from the bottom of the lake.

The rolling frost surged and rolled, and there seemed to be some terrifying giant hidden in it, and faint roars and struggling sounds could be heard.

I don’t know how long it took before everything calmed down.

The black frost slowly dissipated, revealing the shadow of a hundred-meter-long giant snake.

This giant snake has two heads with a bulge of medium size between the two heads. Its body is covered with dark blue, almost black, ice crystal scales and its eyes are scarlet, giving people an extremely ancient, evil and domineering feeling.

“.@#￥.”

The two-headed giant snake stared in one direction with cold eyes, uttering an ancient and obscure language, as if it was saying something.

After a moment, it gazed deeply into the distance, turned silently, and swam away towards the unknown distance.

All the blood and frost between heaven and earth disappeared, and Ronan fell from the sky into a bottomless pit.

"Hu-hu-"

He was breathing heavily, and streams of sweat flowed down his skin and muscles on his fair and well-proportioned body. But before they could drip, they were frozen into frost by the intense cold air that was everywhere around him.

It was as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

that's the truth.

Ronan was now in normal condition, with his white hair falling on the ground like a waterfall. Titanium metal was climbing up his body little by little at a turtle's pace, forming the shape of a robe.

Feeling that he had almost recovered, Ronan slowly stood up from the ground.

In the space of consciousness, the will of "Hekalto" has completely disappeared.

It can be said that his consciousness space has never been as "clean" as it is now.

Compared with the last time when he forced his bloodline to merge and narrowly escaped death, he seemed to have gotten through this more dangerous backlash much more easily.

But only Ronan knew that the reason why he could stand here "safe and sound" was just...
"It's just drinking poison to quench thirst."

Ronan took a deep breath and recalled what he had just done.

"Posilina's Master-Servant Contract" has the effect of making the servant bear the "damage" for the master.

He used this "rule" to make the ice crystal snake lurking in the ice lake bear half of the backlash of "Hekalto"'s will for him.

The reason why Hekalto's will has now completely withdrawn from his body is Hekalto's own choice.

Just imagine, faced with a "weak" human body with little "potential", and a demon snake body with the pure blood of ancient ice crystal demon snake, how would "Hekalto", who is also a snake, choose?

Naturally, no matter how you look at it, the latter is a hundred times better "body possession" than the former. Ronan "sacrificed" the Ice Crystal Demon Snake in exchange for a glimmer of "breathing time".

This respite is also temporary.

"With the existence of the master-servant contract, the resurrected Hekalto will come looking for me again sooner or later. If I can't kill it completely, the best result at that time is to become Hekalto's 'human servant'."

The will of the ancient Warcraft overlord Frost Hydra + the pure bloodline of the ancient ice crystal snake.

When the two are combined, God knows what kind of monster will be created.

So Ronan said that this method was just a means of "drinking poison to quench thirst".

"His will has just revived, and he has just completed the possession of the body."

"Hekarto" is undoubtedly the weakest at this time. Now is the best time to solve this big trouble.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he felt the soul mark between his body and the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, but he found that this connection had become blurred and difficult to capture.

He followed his memory and headed straight for the wild lake where the Ice Crystal Demon Snake had been dormant. When he arrived at the place, he saw a mess left by the ravages of ice and snow.

"Ran?"

Ronan was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, he should be the one to run away.

But if you think about it carefully, he only needs to worry about being devoured or enslaved by "Hekarto", but as the ancient overlord "Hekarto", there are many things to consider after "resurrection".

Enemy, natural enemy.
God knows whether some terrifying beings that were once at the same level as "Him" will follow the "smell" and come here.

Cunning and forbearing are also the nature of snakes.

"It is estimated that Hekalto will not easily appear before he recovers to a certain level of strength."

This "breathing time" is more abundant than expected.

But is this good news for Ronan?

"The longer it takes, the more Hekalto's strength will recover, and the disaster that will finally befall me will become even more massive and difficult to resist."

Ronan's face was gloomy.

But he had no solution and could only wait quietly for the day of "judgment" to come.

Before that, Xie tried his best to make himself stronger in order to fight for that glimmer of hope.

“Let’s take it one step at a time”

Ronan wrapped his robe tightly around him, his eyes far-reaching, and left quickly in one direction.

The ruins of the ancient fairy city.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a pot of boiling porridge.

The roar of spells was endless, countless wizards were fleeing like headless flies, and wizards fell from the sky almost every minute.

Somewhere in the chaos, Angelet was half-hidden in the void, looking around at the scene in front of him with a look of enjoyment and intoxication on his face.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him silently.

She was wearing a well-fitting and luxurious gown, had a slender figure, and held a black book in her hand. She exuded a mysterious and elegant temperament like an aristocratic scholar.

It was Li Weiqi from the Chaos Secret Society.

Neither Angele nor Livic had appeared when they joined forces to attack the rune formation.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

Li Weiqi had a grim expression, staring at Angelet and spoke coldly.

The two seemed to be old acquaintances. If someone else saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.

"You and that guy named Ronan Damien have known each other for a long time, right?"

"He is one of the experimental subjects that Lord Lindis wants to capture. Now, you are the only one who has the means to find him."

Li Weiqi spoke to Angele in a commanding tone.

Angelet just glanced at him indifferently and then turned his eyes away, pretending not to care.

Li Weiqi's face looked ugly.

"The previous Shuoyue is dead, no one will support you anymore"

"Don't forget who gave you the half of the fallen crow's heart in your body."

Li Weiqi's eyes were cold, and he threatened with a smile: "If Lord Lindis knew your attitude, what do you think..."

"It's noisy."

Before Li Weiqi could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Angelet's words.

He snorted coldly and was about to say something else, but he saw Angelet casually raised one hand and half of his arm gently sank into the void in front of him.

In an instant, a dense dark purple wing seemed to pass silently across the void between the two of them.

Li Weiqi's face suddenly changed. He stepped back subconsciously and wanted to open the black book in his hand.

However, the next moment, his movements had completely stopped.

"Uh uh uh"

Li Weiqi lowered his head in disbelief, watching a white, slender hand "grow" out of his chest.

Between those five fingers, a heart that was bleeding but still beating was tightly clenched.

It belongs to his heart.

"This is not the power of the Ancient Crow."

Li Weiqi looked up at Angele in front of him in a daze and muttered to himself.

"You are not Angele."

"who are you?"

"You have such strength. Why do you deliberately lose to Ro... Ronan?"

Before he finished the last few words, the hand that pierced Li Weiqi's chest had quietly retracted.

As his palm retracted, Li Weiqi's flesh and blood, including his soul, seemed to be sucked away.

His entire body was like a piece of white paper burned through by flames. With a gentle breeze, he completely turned into a pile of black ashes and disappeared.

All that was left was a black book without its owner, floating alone in the air.

Angelet took his hand out from the disappearing void, and like sucking the juice of a rich and delicious fruit, he slowly and carefully and greedily ate the whole heart.

Finally, she pulled out a clean white silk handkerchief and wiped her palms and mouth gracefully.

"Some fruits are ripe, but if they are not picked in time, they will slowly rot.
Some fruits are far from being fully ripe, and now is not the best time to eat them."

"How can you understand this truth?"

Angelet seemed to be explaining to the dead Lević. He waved his hand and the black book hanging in the air flew into his hand.

After flipping through two pages casually, Angelet threw it into his space ring with a bored look on his face.

Look up and look around.

He made a sound of talking to himself.

"The soul fragments left in the south have been collected, and it's time to leave."

He took a light step forward, but stopped the next second, frowning and rubbing his eyebrows with his hands.

"People who have died should just lie in the soil and let their bodies rot, becoming nutrients for those who come after them."

"What a nasty old fellow."

Angelet's brows relaxed quickly, and he finally looked in the direction where Ronan left, then smiled and melted into the dense shadows.
(End of this chapter)