Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 248 The king who rules over everything, with unparalleled ambitions!

"dawn?!"

"No, his spirit hasn't been conceived yet, how can his mental power be so huge and powerful?!"

The moment Ronan released his mental force field, which had been suppressed to the extreme, it was as if a small sun bloomed in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, the light was distorted, and countless people were shocked and horrified.

Even the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School gathered around and their faces changed slightly.

Judging from the quality of mental power alone, the mental strength Ronan displayed at this moment is almost as good as some fourth-level wizards who have just entered the dawn.

"It's incredible that he didn't enter the Mist Restricted Area."

Faced with this overwhelming mental pressure, the expression on Zephyrin's face, which was originally high-spirited, suddenly froze. Before he could react, he saw a rich golden color quickly surging out from under Ronan's robe and condensing into nine extremely thick golden tentacles behind him.

Each tentacle is covered with dense suction cups, and each suction cup is a sharp gear that rotates at high speed, constantly dripping golden magma.

"Tear--"

The nine golden tentacles suddenly disappeared, and the terrifying golden shadow that had previously forced Zephyrin to retreat appeared again, and this time, there were nine of them!
In Zephyrin's vision, the sky in front of him was suddenly and silently cut into countless pieces. An inexplicable chill surged from his heart, making his scalp tingle for a moment.

"Star cage! Pentagram cage!"

Zephyrin had almost no time to think. His instinct drove him to chant the spell quickly. The purple crystal staff in his hand drew a pentagram in the void. Countless shining star beams shot out, drawing one pentagram shape after another. All the pentagrams were combined to quickly weave a starlight cage around him that was many times more dense, complex and exquisite than before.
"boom!"

The defensive star cage that Zephyrin had just built suddenly exploded without any warning the moment it was formed.

Nine golden tentacles that seemed like the touch of an indescribable ancient existence wrapped around the collapsing pentagram layer by layer. The two terrifying forces of heat and cutting contracted inward, the void shattered, and the aftermath of the escaping energy formed a terrible gale on the platform, tearing everything apart.

Zephyrin's face was pale, like a crumbling meteorite. Just before the star cage around him completely collapsed, a jewel necklace around his neck floated up quickly and then exploded.

Zephyrin's body was fully stretched out, and the skin on his cheeks, neck, and limbs suddenly cracked into countless baby-mouth-sized gaps, and each gap seemed to hide a rotating eyeball.

Countless strong rays of light shot out from these gaps, and he almost turned into a pure source of light.

"Prime Minister of Stars!"

Zephyrin, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, roared angrily and held up the purple crystal staff with his dazzling hands. Countless starlights surrounding his body gathered together, and the vast and majestic domain of law unfolded. He quickly stretched out those intertwined golden tentacles, and condensed into a giant phantom composed of countless bright spots of light and lines.

Around the giant, tremendous energy spread out like water waves, and each wave reflected the strange sight of twinkling stars. From the perspective of a bystander, it seemed as if a vast and dazzling starry sky was slowly spreading out.

The giant raised his hand and reached out to grab Ronan, but there was no sign of emotion on Ronan's face.

"【Lingmaya——Silver Body】!"

A calm voice came out from Ronan's mouth, and more titanium poured out from under his robe. Along with strange magical fluctuations, a large amount of titanium alloy constructed a body with eight silver wings in front and back in front of Ronan.

"Boom!"

The shadow of the star giant slapped the silver-winged body hard, leaving large cracks. But before Zephyrin, who had cast the spell, could feel a moment of joy, Ronan had already stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead lightly.

"【Lingmaya——The Head of Brass】!"

"Om-"

In an instant, Ronan seemed to turn into a huge whirlpool.

Countless brass-colored ripples spread from his body, and within the ripples, an indescribable sound rang out. This sound was like the crazy friction of rusty metal, the suppressed roar of an ancient beast, and it was as if an indescribable thing was whispering in his ear.
Zephyrin was swept by the brass-colored ripples, and the brilliance around him dimmed instantly. He almost threw away the amethyst staff in his hand and hugged his head with both hands. The shadow of the star giant he summoned suddenly became illusory and blurred.

"Gasat~Dal!"

Ronan, wrapped in eight silver wings, sang calmly and uttered the ancient language that was popular in the Golden Kingdom.

In an instant, a brilliant light rose from under Ronan's feet, quickly dyeing the void where he was into a dreamy and blurry golden color.

A huge lion-like head appeared out of thin air, and slowly fitted into the silver body and nine golden tentacles underneath.

"Boom!"

When the golden color between heaven and earth blossomed to its brightest, a huge, ancient and mysterious body was completely formed - the head of an ancient barbarian lion, the body of an eight-winged eagle, and chainsaw tentacles.

Ronan stood at the center of this huge magical phantom, eight gorgeous and dazzling golden wings spread out from behind him, and an indescribable terrifying power was released outward. In just a moment, all the brilliance of the stars in the sky was extinguished, and the phantom of the starry sky giant collapsed. Zephyrin's figure trembled violently, and then fell down rapidly like a falling star.

Everyone stared at Zephyrin's falling figure and the familiar yet unfamiliar Ronan surrounded by golden light.

Zephyrin, the genius wizard who was known as the most outstanding disciple of the School of Stars in the past five hundred years and could suppress the three masters of the Silver Ring by himself, was defeated by Ronan in just two encounters.

Being suppressed from beginning to end, with a huge gap in all aspects.

When the news of Ronan winning the Heramus Wizard Competition came back, the entire Silver Ring fell into shock. It was a long-lasting carnival. All the wizards in the Silver Ring were shocked, amazed and incredible at Ronan's strength. Those dazzling rumors, however, made many people feel extremely illusory and unreal.

Now that Ronan has returned and dreams have become reality, they suddenly realize that Ronan is even more powerful than the rumors described!
At this moment, not only the ordinary magic circle wizards, but also the ring masters of the magic circle were shocked and temporarily speechless.

The shadow of Lingmaya slowly dissipated, and Ronan stood in the center of the converging energy tide. At this moment, he became the focus of countless gazes between heaven and earth, and his entire mind was almost focused on the armlet on his right arm.

"Buzzing—"

The Archon's armband from Heramus vibrated continuously.

Ronan closed his eyes, and in his mind, within the space of the arm ring, the vast "starry sky" was reflected. At the very center, a rune that looked like the core of a planet was glowing.

Every detail of the texture is lit up, as if it is waking up from "sleep" little by little.

It responded to Ronan with great enthusiasm, conveying a sense of joy of finally finding a home after countless years. "I should have thought of it earlier."

Ronan whispered softly.

How could a great and legendary figure like Heramus not leave behind his own "will of inheritance" in his legacy?

If we say that the [Golden Kingdom] of the "Alchemist of Spyrard" represents a pure and brilliant dream.

Then Heramus's [Lawmaster] inheritance represents his ambition to rule over everything!
Heramus was too proud.

He has unparalleled ambition, he wants to be the true king of the law!
He is arrogant and tries to be superior to all wizards!
He looks forward to an endless supply of opponents to help him understand and collect all the laws.
Heramus has been fighting all his life, and the vast number of runes in the space of his arm ring are the best medals and certificates.

He is a battle wizard among battle wizards!

This "pride" of refusing to retreat no matter what, swallowing up the stars, looking down on everything, and viewing all opponents as food - is the key to gaining recognition from the Heramus heritage!

This is also the real reason why he finally decided to return to the Silver Ring at this time and face the wizard of the Star School!

At this moment, Ronan felt that his consciousness seemed to be undergoing some wonderful changes, and his soul was rapidly undergoing some kind of wonderful cleansing.

In the space of the arm ring, the mysterious rune as huge as a planet finally revealed its full appearance to Ronan.
Seven figures as blazing as the sun slowly descended from the sky. The leader, Farrant, had a strange look on his face. He stared at the young figure in front of him with his eyes closed, and the whole person was in some delicate state.

"I heard that the southern wizarding world has a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. I've always been curious and want to take a look."

Frant walked towards the figure and was talking when suddenly, he saw the figure standing still in his field of vision slowly pointing a finger at him.

In an instant, the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School, including Farrant, all felt a creepy feeling for no reason.

The next second, the sky changed suddenly.

The endless free energy particles between heaven and earth rushed in as rapidly as a whale swallowing a tsunami and converged into one point.

Where the young figure pointed, a point of extremely deep darkness quietly emerged and then quickly grew larger.

Countless dark thunders rolled down in the sky, but strangely, they did not make any sound. The originally bright light was completely swallowed up, and the void was like paper, suddenly collapsing into one place.

A strong aura belonging to the forbidden domain continued to spread and grow in the void.
The faces of the seven Farant people changed drastically, and they roared silently. Each of them emitted a powerful magic light belonging to the Dawn Order.
However, all these lights seemed so dim under the black hole that was expanding like a distorted black sun.

This world seemed to have lost all light all of a sudden and fell into absolute darkness.
When all the noise subsided, the world returned to normal.

When Farrant and the others reappeared, each of them had an expression of extreme shock on his face that was almost impossible to describe in words.

A few people looked up again in disbelief, and found that the young wizard who had pointed at them before had opened his eyes.

Farrant and his companions seemed to see a miniature of the entire vast starry sky in those deep blue, almost purple eyes. Faintly, there seemed to be a complex and mysterious rune floating in the air that he had never seen before.

"Now, do you see it?"

The young wizard looked at Farrant calmly and said calmly: "If I had been born ten years earlier... today, you would have been buried under silver."

When the seven people from Farrant heard this, their expressions froze and their faces kept changing. For a long time, no one responded.

In a quiet room with bookshelves on all four sides and soft light, Ronan sat quietly in front of a long wooden table, watching a group of gray little people, only the size of fingers, with transparent wings on their backs, running around noisily in front of him, as happy as if they were celebrating a festival.

The dust elf girl he named Arrietty was hugging two dust elves who looked like a middle-aged couple tightly, and was so excited that she burst into tears.
It has only been less than half a year since I last left this attic space, but it feels like a long time has passed.

This feeling became even stronger after seeing Arrietty reunite with her dust elf relatives.

Looking past the dust elves, Ronan's eyes fell on the wooden texture of the long table, thinking quietly.

At this moment, he only needed to close his eyes slightly, and an extremely mysterious and complex rune pattern would be clearly reflected in his mind.

This rune is the core rune in the Heramus Magic Armlet, and the name of the rune is - [Magic].

The effect of the rune is very simple, which is to greatly enhance energy spells.

Ronan estimated that if he used the magic armband now, he could probably increase the power of his [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] spell by about a hundred times.

As long as he uses the armband, he can cast energy spells and gather a hundred times more free energy particles than normal, thereby allowing the spell [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] to directly transform into [Forbidden Black Hole]!
Simple, pure, yet extremely terrifying amplification effect!

Although the cost is a bit high.

Once used, Ronan's mental power, which is a hundred times more than that of a normal late-stage third-level wizard, will be drained in an instant. Even with the blessing of the [Realm of Emptiness], it will take a very long time to fully recover.

This situation seemed to have taken him back to the time when he was an apprentice and had just comprehended the extraordinary realm of [Particle Torrent].

The world seems to be a wonderful cycle.

"After completely 'taming' the magic armband, I finally have a magic trump card that I can freely cast and reach the forbidden realm."

However, this trump card is completely related to the magic armband. Once Ronan loses this legendary magical weapon, he will be immediately reduced to his original form.

Perhaps it was because of his constant practice of [Austerity Body Building], or because of the difficult experiences he had during his apprenticeship, but Ronan always believed in the idea that "all power belongs to oneself", and he was extremely distrustful of the "power" gained through the help of external objects.

This is also one of the main reasons why he never relies much on magical tools and equipment when facing the enemy.

"Servants will wither and die, instruments will break, potions will run out. Only the power that comes from the body, will, and soul is truly your own."

So Ronan’s current thought is whether he can use this [Control Magic] rune as his own soul seal and engrave it into the crystal of his spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)