Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 246: Coming for Damien
Ronan immersed his mind in the armband, and the space inside the armband was as magnificent and mysterious as ever.

No matter how many times he has seen it, Ronan will still be deeply shocked every time he enters.

Countless runes were scattered all over the sky like stars. He had explored them and found that these runes were all-encompassing, with almost all types, and there was no connection between them.

The only thing they have in common is that all the runes are closely connected to the one in the center that is as huge as a planet, and is also the real core rune of the armband.

They all form a whole, like an asteroid belt surrounding a planet, or like a galaxy flowing slowly along a predetermined trajectory.

"Obviously, I was able to use it last time I tried it."

The last time Ronan thought of this was when he was being hunted by a Level 4 wizard from the Resurrection Society in the small town of Homer Blue.

At that time, he could not use the power of [Forbidden Red Ice] due to the restraint of the Phoenix bloodline, and the only thing he could rely on was the power of the Heramus Guardian Armlet.

Although he did not use this power in the end, when he tried to cast [Forbidden Black Hole], he did receive a clear and reliable response from the armband.

Since then, the armband seemed to be "dead". No matter how Ronan tried, he could not pry open even a trace of its power.

"What's the problem?"

Ronan fell into deep thought.

His current mental strength and understanding of the core runes in the armband are far superior to before. Logically, it should be easier for him to use the armband.

"Can this power only be used when casting spells on opponents stronger than oneself?"

Ronan felt like he had grasped something, but it was not very clear. In the end, he could only shake his head, put away the armband, and ignore it for the time being.

Ronan slowly stood up from the beach, took out the map, locked the direction, and then continued to move towards his set goal.

There was no more favorable boat ride on the way back to the south, so Ronan simply chose to cross the ocean alone.

He had memorized all the routes when he came here. For him, who is now at the peak of the third-level wizard and has condensed nine spiritual power crystals, traveling alone is actually faster and safer than taking a boat.

Thanks to the strong physique brought by [Immaculate Body] and the effect of [Empty and Clear Realm] that constantly restores mental strength, Ronan possesses extraordinary endurance that ordinary wizards can't even imagine.

He was not afraid of the exhaustion of long journeys, and could even practice while traveling.

For him, this return journey was more like a journey of asceticism.

Between the boundless sea and sky, Ronan was completely immersed in self-improvement like an ascetic monk. He even longed to see again the huge ancient marine creature, the silver fish, which he encountered when he came here. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true.

"Boom——"

On the huge silver metal platform, a spell as gorgeous as crystal shattered, and a figure slowly walked out of the overflowing energy aftermath.

This was a handsome blond young man with a pale face and a look of having exhausted too much mental energy. Behind him, there was a young wizard who was weak and had to support himself with his staff to avoid kneeling on the ground.

"Orian"

Someone quickly stepped forward and caught the handsome blond young man at the edge of the metal platform.

The wizards with silver magic circles gathered below all showed excitement and joy on their faces. Some of them cheered in a low voice, as if they were celebrating a victory.

"What do these people from the Star School want?"

Somewhere high up on the edge of the metal platform, a group of Silver Ring Masters looked expressionlessly at the ongoing battle between young wizards below. "Are they planning to just sit there and wait for us to hand over our inheritance?"

"They probably don't know at all. Even we ourselves don't know where the inheritance is now."

This inexplicably started wizard tea party has been going on for a while. After the initial unfamiliarity and trial, it gradually evolved into a platform for wizards from the Silver Ring and the Star School to communicate with each other in the form of competition and confrontation.

Members from both sides continued to compete, and each had its own victories. Privately, they were secretly competing with each other, creating a harmonious and friendly competitive atmosphere.

"call--"

A silver-white hurricane suddenly arose, and then the hurricane broke apart, and a middle-aged man with a silver metal short staff and gentle eyes walked out from it.

All the ring masters stood up and bowed slightly to the visitor.

"Frant's meaning is very clear..."

The first ring master Manuel stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his brow, his eyes swept over the people in front of him, and slowly said: "Inheritance, or people.

One of the two must remain."

"What about leaving behind a legacy? What about leaving behind people?"

Someone frowned and asked.

"If we are willing to leave our legacy, the Star School headed by Farrant will fully support our Silver Ring to become independent in the south until it develops into the fourth large wizard force.
At that time, the inheritance belonging to Heramus will be returned to us. It can be considered as a lease, but the time limit will not be less than one thousand years.

If you are willing to stay.”

Manuel paused, then continued, "Everyone present here can get three pointers from Wizard Rona. Of course, the premise is that the problem is within his ability."

After Manuel finished speaking, everyone in the room fell silent.

Both conditions seem so exciting.

They came to the south without any support from their headquarters, and worked hard to create the Silver Magic Ring. Today, they have reached their limit.

It is precisely because it is difficult to break through the bottleneck that the idea of ​​returning to the headquarters arises.

But if there is external support, the situation will be completely different.

If the Star School can really fully support the development of the Silver Ring and help it grow into a large wizarding force, then what does it matter whether they return to their headquarters or not?
The rights and resources that a high-ranking figure in a large wizarding force can enjoy are far more than those of a middle or lower-level member in the headquarters of the "Elemental Ring".

Unfortunately, they have lost the opportunity to choose this condition - before Farrant and others arrived, all matters related to the inheritance had been reported to the headquarters.

Perhaps the people from our headquarters who are coming to pick them up are already on their way, leaving them no chance to regret.

"It seems like we have no choice but to keep them..."

A ring master wizard sighed and said, "The face-to-face guidance of a fifth-level wizard, and three full opportunities, is extremely precious. Perhaps it will allow us to take that step and embrace the dawn."

Someone beside him nodded in approval, but soon someone spoke up with a strange look on his face: "The people of the Star School know our background well, and they should have guessed that we would report the inheritance to the headquarters as soon as possible."

"What do you mean?"

Someone frowned, and the latter added meaningfully: "Don't you think that of these two conditions, the second one is much easier to accept than the first one?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then someone blurted out subconsciously: "They were coming for people?!

Ronan Damien!
What the Astral School really wants is Ronan Damien!"

Instantly, the few people who understood this took a deep breath. They suddenly realized that, yes, everyone's focus was on "Heramus's natural law master inheritance", so much so that they almost ignored that compared with this inheritance, there was also an inheritor who was the first among countless talented prodigies.

Ronan Damien, a monstrous genius belonging to their Silver Ring, with a soul age of less than 30 years old, accomplished a feat that no one in the southern wizarding world had been able to accomplish in a thousand years. He passed the "Bloody Battle of Heramus" and even defeated the top wizard genius from the central region, and finally became the chief wizard of this session.

He should have been very famous, but because of a huge bloody turmoil, his fame has not been fully spread until now.

They always thought that the people of the Star School were coveting the inheritance in their "hands", but they never imagined that the fifth-level wizard standing behind the Star School saw much deeper and farther than them.

What he really liked was Ronan Damien, a "rough diamond" that had not been polished too much, a young inheritor who had been personally recognized by the "legendary wizard Heramus". There was no one in the world more suitable to be accepted as a disciple.

"In fact, from what I read in the teacher's letter, Damien is more important than inheritance."

Manuel glanced at everyone and spoke calmly, "So, I rejected both conditions proposed by the Astral School."

Everyone was slightly shocked.

At this moment, a domineering and powerful mental power fluctuation suddenly rose from the silver metal platform in the distance, reaching the peak of level three.

A clear and peaceful voice came from afar with the help of the wind of magic.

"Zeflin from the Astrology School would like to seek advice from the Ring Masters of the Magic Circle."

Everyone's face changed slightly, and they felt a powerful dawn-level consciousness suddenly descending and sweeping back and forth over them indifferently, with a meaning that it could not be refused.

In the field of vision, on the huge silver metal platform, the fights between those ordinary wizard members had long been cleared away, and only a young wizard wearing a dark blue robe, his body surrounded by countless stars, stood quietly in the center of the platform.

"call--"

Manuel raised the short staff in his hand, and the blooming dawn light drove away some of the pressure on everyone. He calmly continued what he had not finished just now.

"..So, what they want to do now is to do everything possible to frustrate us and make us voluntarily give up the qualification to teach and guide Damien..."

"Everyone, I can't leave. I can only watch you."

Manuel's eyes finally fell on Costi in the crowd, and he said in a deep voice: "If you have contact with Damien, tell him not to come back during this period of time."

Costi pursed her lips, subconsciously tightened her grip on the staff in her hand, and nodded solemnly.

"Wow--"

Amid the surging waves, a tall and slender figure suddenly broke out of the water.

It stepped on the sea surface step by step, stepping on the white waves. All over its body, a large number of pure black lines were wriggling slightly with the rise and fall of muscles like a living thing, giving people a mysterious, strange, wild and primitive feeling.

Ronan held a strange "triangular dagger" in one hand. The sea water beneath him was surging with a large amount of blood, and the corpses of sharks one after another floated to the surface with their bellies turned upside down.

In the strong smell of blood, there seemed to be a trace of blood attracted to the dagger. A strange eyeball embedded in the middle of the handle seemed to come alive, spinning around continuously, revealing a bloodthirsty and greedy look.

"call--"

Ronan shook it gently to dry the water stains on his body and hair, and then used titanium to transform into a black robe and automatically put it on his body.

"Is this the effect of the evil weapon?"

After doing all this, Ronan looked down at the strange dagger in his hand.

He just tried to use the evil weapon he got from Beatrice and found that the effect was indeed magical.

The special structure of this dagger can transform all external evil thoughts into power to strengthen the person holding the dagger.

This enhancement is mainly in two aspects: mental power and physical strength.

Ronan estimated that he had just deliberately attracted a school of sharks. The "evil thoughts" provided by nearly forty sharks increased his overall strength by nearly 10%.

This level of increase is already exaggerated. Just imagine his huge base of strength. One tenth of his mental power is enough to determine the direction of many battles.

And this doesn't seem to be the limit of the dagger's amplification.

“It is indeed a force that most people cannot resist.”

Ronan looked at the evil dagger in his hand. With the end of the battle and the disappearance of the source of the evil, the power boost brought by the dagger was rapidly fading.

Ronan read a strong desire in the strange eye embedded in the dagger, and even some fragmentary information was conveyed to him, which was about how to "retain this power forever."

"Feed with your own blood?"

Ronan read the message conveyed by the dagger. This was something that Beatrice and her companions had never mentioned to him. He didn't know whether they deliberately didn't say it or he didn't know it either.

"It looks like a scam, a trap.
If it were an ordinary wizard, under the great sense of loss brought about by the fading of power, he might not be able to resist the temptation and feed it with his own blood.
In the end, it is highly likely that one's will will be eroded by evil thoughts, and one will gradually become a slave to the weapon."

Ronan took a deep breath and casually put away the evil dagger. He looked calm, completely ignoring the temptation and pleading revealed by the eyeball on the dagger.

“Unfortunately, this temptation has no effect on me.

What I am pursuing now is the purity and strength of soul power. This kind of mixed power generated by evil thoughts is as uncomfortable as wearing a dirty, greasy, and smelly apron."

Ronan stretched his limbs, and the rune patterns of [Unsullied Body - Ancient Power (Intermediate)] gradually disappeared. He checked his character panel -

【Skill:
Basic Meditation - Clear Realm (Master 1357/1600)

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 1302/1600)

Charged Weapon - Spell Breaker (Master 670/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging - Ancient Power (Master 1470/1600).】

His master-level proficiency in [Austerity Body Tempering] is almost reaching 1,500 points. If nothing unexpected happens, [Ancient Power] will also be promoted from (Intermediate) to (Advanced) by then.

As his proficiency approached, Ronan could already feel the rune patterns growing along his skin and flesh toward his entire body. Moreover, it seemed as if something was trying to break free and be born from these rune patterns of [Ancient Power].

Ronan did not forget his initial guess about the [Unsullied Body], that it might just be a "container" to "bear" the [Ancient Power], a customized "soil" suitable for the growth of the [Ancient Power] runes.

The truly core and powerful thing about [Austerity Body Tempering] is not the [Immaculate Body], nor the ball of vitality in his body, but the [Ancient Power] rune that he is still in the exploration stage.

"Time will give you all the answers you want."

"Before that, I just need to take every step in front of me silently."

Ronan thought calmly.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed something, and when he flipped his palm, a communication stone that was flickering with light appeared in his hand.

(End of this chapter)