Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 267: Courage, Battle Axe, Golden Ladybug
It was like a speck of dust hitting a huge meteorite, but the result was that both of them bounced off to the sides.

A deafening dragon roar was heard amid the rolling air waves. Ronan fell heavily to the ground, unable to stop retreating, and his feet plowed two deep dents on the ground of the statue square.

"spit!"

Ronan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the blood in his body surged like a raging tide, and large balls of black mist rolled around him. He shook the hand that he had punched with, his five fingers stretched out and then clenched again, his eyes shining like blue diamonds.

"Come again."

Ronan stomped his feet and leaped out like a cannonball. Black mist and long hair stretched out behind him, like the tail flame of a black meteorite passing by rapidly.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two figures of a man and a dragon kept colliding, separating, then colliding again, and separating again.
The void vibrated and the sound waves rolled. If you ignore the huge difference in size between the two sides, the scene would be like two peerless ferocious beasts fighting madly.

"Oh!"

After another collision, Ronan flew backwards.

He took a deep breath, and his arms, which hung naturally, were covered in blood and wounds that had been squeezed and burst by the recoil force. Some dark red granulations quickly grew out of those wounds, entwined with each other like living things, and quickly healed under the endless vitality.

One has to admit that even if he was in the [First Level of the Conch Palace] and controlled the "advanced" [ancient power], in terms of pure physical strength, there was still a certain gap between him and legendary species like the dragon.

Ronan was in a happier mood than ever before. Even though he had not entered the state of [Boiling Lake], the primitive fighting instinct awakened deep in his blood still made his whole body burn with fighting spirit.

"In the ancient times, how many people in the entire wizarding world could fight a dragon at close range with bare hands like me?!"

The life energy guidance system of [The First Spiral Palace] is countless times more sophisticated than his original barbaric and crude compression method.

At this moment, Ronan's body was like an ancient and sophisticated instrument, with countless dark blue tubes connecting his entire body. Every breath he took could mobilize the majestic life force like the ocean.

Ronan's eyes were burning. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his healed arms.

Every piece of skin and every muscle on his body seemed like wrought iron that had been tempered a thousand times, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura under the light.

The rune patterns belonging to the [Ancient Power] continued to grow on his body, and more black mist emerged.

He put his hands together and overlapped the two rune roots in the palms of his hands in front of his chest. The rolling black mist surrounding his body immediately surged up, and then gradually condensed into a huge, ancient and peculiar black battle axe above Ronan's head.

On the axe blade of the battle axe, a rune pattern belonging to [Ancient Power] is gradually taking shape.

This is a new means of attack that Ronan unlocked after relying on the [Body of the Ancient Demon] and perfectly mastering the "advanced" [Ancient Power].

The mysterious black mist that makes up this method is a power that Ronan has never encountered before.

Produced by himself, it seems to be a mixture of life energy, blood, bone marrow, and a part of soul power, etc.

Ronan named it "spirit".

It may not be that accurate, it's just a simple way of defining it.

The black battle axe was completely formed and absorbed all the black mist. Some fine black arcs and flames were wrapped around the axe blade. Wisps of black smoke hung down and connected with Ronan's body.

An ancient and terrifying aura of oppression slowly spread out from the black battle axe.

The dragon's roar in the distance suddenly stopped.

Ronan looked up and saw a pair of dragon eyes filled with a hint of fear and throbbing.

Ronan exhaled, and felt a strange sense of fusion with the black battle axe above his head, as if it was a part of his body, without any obstruction or stagnation.

“I haven’t used this ability for a long time.”

He scanned his character panel and paused briefly on the master-level [Basic Swordsmanship].

When he was an apprentice, this was one of his reliances. Later, as his spell-level abilities continued to improve, his proficiency in this skill had not improved for a long time.

Unexpectedly, there would be a time to use it again.

Although it is [Basic Swordsmanship], after being promoted to the master level, it provides Ronan with more control over the body and cold weapons, which is also suitable for application on the battle axe.

Ronan fixed his eyes on the dark silver tailless dragon in the distance, its long black hair dancing wildly behind it, patterns of flames and vines growing on its body, emitting an invisible force.
He took a step forward calmly, his figure leaving a blurry shadow in the air. The black battle axe followed closely, reaching the dragon in an instant, and then he raised his hand to make a downward swing.

"Shh-"

The battle axe chopped down, black arcs of light and flames danced, and ripples appeared in the void, silently, like black thunder falling.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The dark silver tailless dragon roared, flapped its wings and raised its claws, grabbing straight towards the falling thunder axe light.

"Click——"

Accompanied by a sound as if something was breaking, a deafening dragon roar exploded.

The huge dragon shadow soared into the sky, stirring up a violent turbulence. Ronan retreated with his axe, squinting his eyes. He saw at a glance that the front end of one of the claws of the dark silver tailless dragon was smooth, and it had obviously been chopped off by the axe he had just used!

However, there was no trace of blood or broken claws on the ground. The wound on the broken claw of the dark silver dragon was also a deep black, with bits of light gathering on it, as if a new claw was about to condense.

"Sure enough...it's a soul body!"

Ronan's eyes narrowed. He had already guessed that this giant dragon that appeared from nowhere might be some ancient soul. After all, this was the space for all spirits.

Previously, in order to protect Evaqui's soul disk from being damaged, he had withstood the attack of its dragon claws. He heard it talking to the many stone statues of witch heads in the square, and recognized that the other party was the voice of the conversation with the Dragon Witch Chief Bahafus that he had accidentally overheard in the dream of the inheritance of the Dragon Witch Chief Bahafus.

It attacked itself, apparently with the intention of taking over its own body and leaving this place.

Ronan was not sure of the other party's identity. If Evaqui was there, he might be able to recognize his origins, but the fact that he existed in the stone statue square on the fifth floor and could communicate directly with a group of spirit witch leaders meant that even if he was not a witch leader, he must be a person of extraordinary status in the Hall of Spirits.

Each attack by the pitch-black battle axe transformed from [Ancient Power] consumes a great deal of life energy.

Ronan silently estimated that while ensuring that he himself was not affected, he could at most carry out two more attacks like the previous one.

"Twice... that's about enough."

Ronan stared at the dark silver dragon in the distance that was roaring in anger because of a broken claw, and a hint of ambition suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Maybe I'll have a chance to slay a dragon today!"

“Even if what we slaughtered was just a giant dragon soul that had lived for who knows how many years and whose strength had weakened by who knows how much.”

Knight, slaying dragon.
This is the feat that many people dream of when they are young!

Ronan felt a surge of heat in his heart. He took a deep breath, controlled the battle axe, and took the initiative to meet the enemy again.

The blood surging in his body gathered into the sound of surging tides and the humming of blue conches. Ronan was like an ancient demon walking out of the depths of the sea on the waves. He left a dark trail in the void and in an instant he was in front of the dark silver dragon.

He clasped his hands together, controlling the giant axe in a posture of worship. A large amount of arc-like flames fell, releasing an ancient and terrifying pressure.

This time he aimed at the neck of the dark silver dragon. As the battle axe drew a mysterious arc of light and chopped down, the dragon, which had just had one claw cut off by him, roared angrily.

Immediately afterwards, the huge dragon's body shook violently, and thick silver-white thorns quickly grew on its back, which was as majestic and undulating as a mountain range.

"Boom!"

The power of this collision was unprecedented. Ronan felt as if he had hit an indestructible mountain. The terrifying recoil force swept over him, and in an instant, the flesh and blood on his arms and chest exploded. He flew backwards rapidly, and finally hit a huge stone statue with a loud bang. "Cough--"

Ronan struggled to get up from the depression in the stone statue, and unexpectedly found that it was the human-shaped stone statue again that blocked his way. There seemed to be more cracks on the statue, and it was on the verge of collapse.

A huge gap appeared on the blade of the ancient battle axe formed by black "spirit", and it was being slowly repaired.

Ronan's eyes were startled, and when he looked into the distance, he suddenly discovered that the dark silver tailless dragon seemed to be in a state of extreme violence. Its entire body collided in a large circle, its wings spread out, and countless air currents rushed around it.

He overestimates himself.

In other words, he underestimated his opponent.

How could it be possible for it to survive in the long-lost Temple of Spirits until now and be a legendary dragon species when it was alive, so how could it be a simple existence?

The scales of the furious tailless dragon seemed to become brighter and more lustrous, but the aura it exuded became more gloomy. When Ronan was locked in by the pair of dark yellow dragon eyes, he suddenly felt a strong sense of creepiness in his heart for no reason.

Time seemed to go back to the time when he was being chased by the other party.

"Roar!"

When the thorny tailless dragon flapped its wings and flew towards Ronan, a word immediately flashed through Ronan's mind - "run"!
The ancient battle axe derived from [Ancient Power] collapsed, and the surging spirit reintegrated into Ronan's body. He no longer wanted to attempt the final blow. It was wise to preserve a certain amount of combat power to escape and delay.

"Oh!"

A huge silver meteor hit the humanoid stone statue behind Ronan hard, and Ronan escaped in a panic from countless shattered sand and gravel.

Before he could even look back, he felt that he had been targeted by a strong murderous intent.

His scalp tingled, and he gritted his teeth and rushed directly towards the stone statue of the dragon wizard leader Bahafus.

Judging from this guy's slightly "fawning" attitude towards Bahafus, it is very likely that it would not dare to directly collide with the soul statue of Bahafus.

After all, Bahafus was just sleeping, unlike the ancient humanoid stone statue whose name was unknown, which was already close to decay and death.

Ronan's decision was indeed useful. Even though he was furious, the tailless dragon still had a certain fear of the stone statue of Bahafus. He did not dare to directly ram the stone statue of Bahafus as he did the humanoid stone statue. This gave Ronan a lot of breathing space. He dodged in circles around the stone statue of Bahafus. For a while, the tailless dragon could do nothing to him.

But dragging it on like this is definitely not a solution, Ronan secretly keeps an eye on Evaqui's soul disk.

Just waiting for Ewakui to come out of the test. No matter success or failure, I will drag him away from this damn place first.

After a while, the tailless dragon seemed to gradually calm down from its rage and suddenly stopped chasing Ronan.

Luo Nannan did not feel relaxed, but instead had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The next second, the tailless dragon that was separated from him by half the size of the Bahafus statue suddenly turned its body and flew rapidly in one direction.

Ronan's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

The tailless dragon was running towards the location of Ewakui's soul disk.

This cunning guy finally remembered how Ronan had "risked his life" to protect this soul disk.

"Damn it!"

Ronan cursed inwardly, but he did not stop for a moment. Black mist surged around him, pushing the power of [Ancient Demon Body] to the extreme, and also rushed straight towards the location of Evaqui's soul disk.

The blue snails in the body hummed, and countless fine tubes all over the body emitted bright light.

Under the pressure of terrifying potential, Ronan actually caught up with the tailless dragon. Perhaps the opponent deliberately slowed down and waited for him to fall into the trap.

And just at this moment, the soul disk automatically floated up, and then under the huge stone statue of the wolf witch's head, a vortex-shaped light gate quietly appeared. Indistinctly, it seemed that Ewakui could see the figure who could not contain his excitement and joy.

"Ewakui!!"

Ronan roared at the figure that was about to walk out, but a huge dragon-shaped shadow quietly blocked his way.

Ronan's pupils suddenly shrank, and rolling black mist surged out of his body. Before it could even condense into the shape of a battle axe, he was swept forward by his punch!

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and bright red blood and black mist exploded together.

Ronan covered his broken arm and retreated in the air like a flying bird.

Amidst the low and cold dragon roar, a huge dragon shadow followed quickly, like a suffocating silver wave, silently and quietly swallowing up Ronan bit by bit.

Ronan gritted his teeth and stared at the pair of dark yellow dragon eyes that were constantly expanding. The contempt and coldness revealed in them made people shudder.

Ronan reached out and grasped an ancient finger bone, the one Evaqua had given him.

In the space of consciousness, he was also preparing to knock on the "forbidden door" that Hekarto had left in his body.

He is very calm.

He had experienced similar desperate situations many times, and no one knew the skills of surviving death better than him.

Just as Ronan was about to use some of his trump cards, "Crack, crack—"

A strange sound suddenly came from behind him, as if something was collapsing and shattering rapidly.

Ronan wanted to look back, but the next second he saw everything that was happening behind him from the eyes of the tailless dragon in front of him.

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The oldest and most decayed stone statue of a humanoid witch's head was collapsing rapidly at this moment.

There was a dazzling golden light blooming from it, it was a pure, surging soul light that could not be described in words.

In this light, an exceptionally brilliant golden light spot slowly flew out.

In just a moment, he jumped in front of Ronan.

Ronan saw clearly what was in the light spot, it was a very beautiful golden ladybug.

It flew over Ronan unsteadily, then landed lightly on the nose of the dragon, which had opened its mouth wide, ready to swallow him.

Just this one action made the tailless dragon look indescribably terrified.

It retreated madly, almost crawling, and directly abandoned Ronan, the "duck" that was about to reach its mouth.

The golden ladybug stopped chasing and flew back to Ronan, spreading its wings and shaking them gently.

A layer of light golden light film was released from beneath the nearly transparent wings, quickly wrapping Ronan completely.

In an instant, a huge amount of information like a torrent poured into Ronan's brain, and Ronan lost consciousness almost instantly.

Before his consciousness became completely blurred, he seemed to hear the tailless dragon roaring in frustration.

"Arazan Dilling Fascola Cudginston"

"I curse you forever!!"

(End of this chapter)