Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 231: Frost Covers Corpses, Ice Emperor Inheritance, Symbiosis Contract

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, awakened from a dream in which he transformed into a multi-headed snake and fought against a giant flaming bird.

Ronan was shocked. The blood in his body that was inherited from "Hekalto" was in unprecedented agitation. The fragmented memories conveyed by the blood made Ronan finally understand why he instinctively hated Molly and why Molly's fire magic was so powerful.
Because flowing in her body is the blood of the legendary fire-attributed monster overlord, the Fiery Phoenix!
He is also the natural enemy of the Frost Hydra!

In ancient times, once the two met, the fight would end in death.

But none of this matters to Ronan right now.

At this moment, Molly's pure, enchanting and beautiful face was less than three centimeters away from him, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

Her lips were covered with tiny orange-red fragments, as if she had been smeared with some strange lip gloss, and her face was surrounded by dense, insect-like filaments.

All those filaments were connected to Ronan, piercing into his flesh, desperately sucking the tremendous vitality from every piece of flesh and blood, every cell in his body. The ball of vital light in the deepest part of his body was rapidly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As his vitality faded away, his entire body seemed like dry firewood that had been gradually drained of moisture. The firepower that had been suppressed by the ice and frost swept over him once again, and he heard the "crackling" sound of his body burning again.

The legendary immortal phoenix will be reborn in flames every time its life is about to come to an end!

Obviously, Molly was going through this process of "rebirth in Nirvana" at this moment.

She was seriously injured and wanted to be reborn from the ashes, and Ronan was unfortunately chosen to be the fuel to ignite the fire of rebirth!
"Damn it! Damn it!"

The hatred of his blood enemy, coupled with the crisis of his life being forcibly extracted, gave rise to primitive ferocity and brutality in Ronan's heart. At this moment, he wished he could tear Molly in front of him to pieces immediately, bite open her tender flesh, and drink her blood.

He struggled hard, trying his best to get rid of the phoenix tentacles that were rooted in his body.

Ronan growled, frantically striking a mark on his soul.

"Hekator...you shouldn't let me die like this, at the hands of your mortal enemy. Hekator!!!"

As if hearing his call, in a certain sea abyss on the edge of the southern continent, amid the roaring sound of the sea waves hitting the rocks on the shore, the rolling ice and frost broke apart, and a giant black and blue two-headed snake silently raised its head.

“Phoenix.”

Both heads of the giant snake uttered the same name. In its scarlet and cold eyes, it seemed to reflect the scene of many young snakes dying under the pecking of a giant bird with flames burning all over its body.

The giant snake's eyes fluctuated slightly for a few times, but soon returned to complete calmness and indifference.

Without looking back, it broke through the waves in front of it, silently sank into the vast ocean, and disappeared completely.

"Hu-hu-"

In the boundless wilderness, all traces of frost have completely disappeared.

The raging fire melted the original location of the small village from scorched earth into a blazing lake of magma.

In the center of the flowing magma lake, golden-red flames burned quietly, revealing an indescribable vitality.

At the center of the flame, through the crystal-clear red flame, one can clearly see that two "entangled" figures are slowly separating.

The girl stretched her body and raised her head upwards. Below her, a young man's figure drooped weakly.

Ronan felt his soul burning as well.

It was as if he was back to the scene when he was striving to become a formal wizard and taking the God-burning potion.

"Ice and fire are respected together..Ice and fire are respected together"

Ronan kept repeating in his mind what the "Alchemist of Spierte" had said to him. He knew very well that if he wanted to survive under such circumstances, this might be his only chance.

Under the potential burst of death threat, Ronan entered an indescribable wonderful state.

The two energy elements of ice and fire transformed into various forms in his consciousness, and Ronan seemed to have vaguely grasped a trace of connection between them.

but.
The time he had at his disposal was too little.

Before he could fully capture this ray of spiritual light, his consciousness gradually became blurred in the continuous "burning".

His blood seemed to have dried up.

The strong physique that he once took pride in now seemed like a dry and cracked earth, with scorched soil all over the place.

Ronan had been on the verge of death many times, and he was very familiar with that feeling.

But this time was different from the past. Instead of sinking into the cold and dark bottom of the lake, I turned into ashes, slowly breaking and withering, and died after being completely burned out.
Just when Ronan was about to lose consciousness, suddenly...
"Click——"

A necklace he had been wearing around his neck suddenly shattered.

All the gems on the necklace had already melted, and the only remaining dark blue crystal ring also shattered at this moment.

A semi-illusory circular mark emerged from the broken ring and quickly sank into Ronan's brow. Then a force gently appeared and quickly enveloped him.

"Ice and snow...covered the corpses"

It is like the sound of howling wind and snow, or like the tone of a gentle sigh.

A voice sounded softly in Ronan's ear.

In an instant, a trace of mysterious energy quietly bloomed.

Silently.

The flowing magma lake burned quietly, almost condensing into a golden-red flame in the shape of a phoenix.
Everything was covered by an inexplicable force in the next second.

All turned into a silent and beautiful ice sculpture.

The far north.

At the end of the endless ice and snow, there are rushing ice waterfalls and the white snow covering everything. The towering snow-capped mountains seem to be the silent and eternal guardians of this isolated place.

Time seems to be frozen here, the years have never passed, only the whispers of ice, snow and wind linger between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge noise broke the tranquility of this world.

In the snow-capped mountains, ancient beings are constantly awakening from their slumber.

On the oldest, tallest, most majestic and cold snow-capped mountain, in an ancient snow-white temple, a hunched old man suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a very old woman.

Her long gray hair almost covered the entire hall, and the wrinkles on her face and body were more numerous than the ravines on the snow-capped mountains in the Far North.

Her eyes were cloudy and her dry lips were moving as she kept calling out a name.

"Elsa Elsa."

Not long after, a beautiful girl with long dark blue hair like a waterfall and countless blooming and falling ice flowers all over her body quietly appeared in the hall.

The girl knelt down in front of the old woman with a respectful and pious attitude and kissed her hair.

When the old woman saw the girl appear, she stopped calling and a look of kindness and tenderness appeared on her face.

She stretched out her skinny hand, gently stroked the girl's head, and spoke in a low voice.

"I can feel it"

"The other half of the Ice Emperor's mark has awakened, and it is calling you."

"You are destined to be the next leader of Frost."

"Go, take back the complete Ice Emperor inheritance. It belongs to you."

The girl nodded respectfully. She quietly withdrew from the hall, and when she walked outside, her beautiful face was full of nobility and coldness.

Countless snowflakes in the sky and earth surrounded her, worshipped her and sang praises to her. She was like a natural ice queen, overlooking all living beings.

The girl took a light step into the howling snow and wind, and immediately a huge ice dragon appeared between the snowy mountains, flapping its wings and flying quickly to the end of the vast snowfield.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It seemed like just a short moment, yet it seemed as long as a century.

"Kakaka-"

In the snow-covered wilderness, a huge ice sculpture had countless cracks on its surface, and finally it exploded with a "bang", and a tall and slender figure jumped out of it.

"call--"

Ronan landed steadily on the ground with both feet and opened his mouth to exhale clouds of white air.

At this moment, he was completely naked, with his perfect body lines fully exposed in the daylight, fully displaying the primitive masculine beauty.

Ronan is in good condition now, and his physical strength seems to have greatly increased. Although the vitality light ball in his body has been consumed a lot, it is much better than the previous bad situation when it was almost "squeezed dry".

But at this moment Ronan's focus was not on these at all.

He explored himself and felt that deep in his soul there was a ring-shaped mark that looked like a snowflake or an ice flake, shining brightly.

"Allis's Ice Ring"

Ronan "stared" at the mark and murmured.

This item, which was inherited together with the [Frozen Soil] to the "Ice Flame Iris" Lanster family, was worn by him all the time, but he almost forgot about it.

He has never been able to find the peculiarity of the ice ring. The core rune's doubling effect on ice spells has gradually become less important as his strength has gradually increased.

However, no one expected that there was another "secret" hidden in this ice ring. No wonder the Lanster family valued it so much.

Ronan closed his eyes and vaguely felt a distant call through the mark.

He then carefully felt the chill of ice and snow brought by the "ice ring" around him.

The power seems to be different from that of the "Hekalto" bloodline, but he can't tell exactly where the difference is.

"This power can directly extinguish the 'Nirvana Fire' belonging to Mollyl's Phoenix bloodline. Even compared to the overlord that dominated frost in ancient times, the Frost Hydra bloodline is no less powerful."

Ronan was touched and planned to ask Soraya about the "Allis Ice Ring" when he returned to White Stone Castle.

"Kaka——"

At this moment, the sound of ice breaking suddenly sounded behind him.

Hearing this voice, Ronan's eyes instantly turned cold, and a strong murderous intent burst out of his eyes.

The whole person disappeared almost at the same time as the sound was heard. When he appeared again
"boom!"

In the frosty wilderness, a huge boulder ice sculpture shattered with a loud bang. In the billowing ice dust that suddenly rose up, Ronan stood there. His strong and handsome body was like a jagged iceberg, his long hair fluttering wildly, and one arm raised.

Facing the silhouette of the sun, his five fingers tightly clasped the neck of a young girl.

"hiss--"

Ronan locked Molly's throat with his right hand, and put his left hand's fingers together to form a knife. The revived titanium and frost condensed into a sharp blade between his fingers. His five fingers were sharp, and he grabbed Molly fiercely.

The latter struggled violently, let out a sharp scream, and waved his hands, showing off his superb close combat skills.

But given the huge power gap, Molly's resistance was as insignificant to Ronan as a baby in the hands of an adult.

"Click - click -"

There were two consecutive crisp sounds, and Molly's two white and tender arms fell down limply. Ronan quickly broke her legs, and then stabbed Molly's eyebrows with cold eyes.

If this was hit directly, Molly's pretty little head would explode like a crushed watermelon.

Ronan was faced with life-and-death crises twice in a row. At this time, Ronan's murderous intent towards Molly had become stronger than ever before, not to mention that both of them had the blood of their ancient enemies flowing in their bodies.

He had a hundred and a thousand reasons to kill Molly on the spot!

however.

"Om-"

When Ronan's fingertips touched Molly's brow, a mysterious and complex rune suddenly lit up on the latter's smooth and plump forehead.

Ronan also felt a burning heat between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, a strong stinging sensation came from the center of his eyebrows.

He applied a little force with his hand, and the stinging sensation became more and more obvious, as if, while stabbing Molly's forehead, he was also stabbing his own forehead!
"Boom!"

An inexplicable force erupted, and both of their bodies were shaken back.

"Tick tock tock."

Ronan stretched out his hand, caught the blood dripping from his forehead, and looked at Molly with an incredible look for answers.

"What's happening here?"

At this moment, he could sense an extremely wonderful bond that was closely connecting him and Molly.

They can feel each other's most subtle emotional changes, mental fluctuations, and even tactile perceptions.

It's as if they were born from the same body, like some twins who are born with a telepathic connection and share everything.

They have the most intimate relationship in the world.

This connection is mixed with the blood flowing in their bodies, the hatred between old enemies, mortal enemies and natural enemies, and the hatred caused by their past intersections.
Extreme intimacy and extreme hatred.

The mixture of two extremely contradictory emotions made Ronan not know how to deal with Molly in front of him for a moment.

And Molly obviously felt the same way as he did.

She was even more radical than Ronan.

She first stood there blankly for a while, then rushed towards Ronan like a madman with a mental breakdown, screaming and roaring like a mad female beast, gesticulating and even using her mouth, determined to fight him to the death.

Ronan snorted coldly and kept counterattacking her attacks.

But this time it was no longer as easy as before. Ever since the strange runes between their brows lit up, no matter what kind of harm he caused to Molly, his own body would suffer the same pain for no reason.

However, neither of them was willing to back down, and they engaged in the most primitive and wild close combat on the frost-covered field. They even forgot their identities as wizards.

Until the sun sets in the west, the sky is filled with starlight, and a crescent moon rises from the horizon.

The two "bruised and wounded" people finally stopped fighting.

"Hu-hu-"

Ronan sat on the grass covered with new dew, slowly calming his breathing, mobilizing the vital light balls in his body, and quickly repairing the injuries on his body.

More than ten meters away from him, Molly looked distraught.

Suddenly he smiled miserably, looked at Ronan, and murmured in a tone of despair: "How could I... conclude a 'symbiotic' contract with a fellow like you."

(End of this chapter)