Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 272 I Really Don’t Want to Kill the People of the Magic Circle (Happy New Year to Everyone!)
After Cooper left, Ronan stayed alone on the balcony for a while, until his wandering thoughts were interrupted by a maid bringing him freshly brewed tea.

The thunder and storm flowing outside the energy shield of the "Silver Falcon" airship are indeed terrifying to ordinary people, but the fear shown by the girl in front of him is mostly fake.

She was trembling all over and pretending to be pitiful. When Ronan's eyes fell on her, she deliberately raised her full chest.

Ronan didn't drink the tea. He just waved his hand and asked the girl to leave. The moment the girl lowered her head respectfully, there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

Ronan took one last look at the entrance to the Realm of Storms, which looked like the eye of the sky. He turned his gaze back to the direction where Cooper disappeared, then turned and left calmly.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the meditation bedroom, Ronan's body suddenly shook slightly.

A hint of strange color flashed across his face, and he sat down cross-legged on the spot.

He looked within his body with his spiritual power and saw a small sacred tree pattern spinning rapidly at the position of his heart.

The heart continued to expand as the sacred tree rotated. The moment the rotation stopped, the heart, which had grown nearly twice as large as normal, shrank rapidly like a deflated ball. Then, some red threads similar to capillaries grew out from around the shrunken heart.
"The first bloodline deduction is completed."

Ronan blinked his eyes, and with a bit of luck and expectation, he controlled the red threads to extend in all directions, piercing into his flesh one by one.

In an instant, Ronan felt his skin suddenly tighten, and then his originally smooth skin seemed to become even more delicate, and under the light of the crystal lighting in the quiet room, it took on the color of moonlight.

"What is purified is the blood of the Moonlight Elf in my body."

Ronan let out a light breath and directly cut off the further transformation of the blood by the red silk in his body. This deduction officially ended in failure.

It’s not that I’m disappointed.

The chance of successfully selecting the Ancient Frost Hydra on the first try was too small, and he had never been a man known for his luck.

Ronan had even prepared for the worst, which was that his blood source was exhausted and he still didn't get the result he wanted.

Ronan calculated that this deduction would take less than nine months from start to finish.

Taking another look at the data on the character panel, behind the [Talent] column, the blood concentration of "Ancient Frost Hydra" has been reduced from the original 6% to 5%.

"That means I can deduce it no more than five times. If I fail after five attempts, I will completely lose the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra."

Ronan came to this conclusion without any hesitation.

If he could completely get rid of the control of Hekalto's will, it would not be unacceptable, but he would have to find another way to resolve the entanglement brought about by the Posilina Soul Contract.

Seeing the Holy Tree Formation on the heart continue to operate, Ronan withdrew his attention.

The worse the situation is, the harder you need to practice.

During this period of hard training, Ronan put almost all his energy into practicing the [Ancient Star Meditation Method]. With his current mental power attainments, he could complete the deduction of a most basic star disk in about two to three days.

Every time he completed a deduction, his proficiency in [Ancient Star Meditation] increased by one. When his proficiency in [Ancient Star Meditation] reached "Entry (23/100)", he finally fully understood the core [Magic Control] rune in the Magic Control Armband of Heramus.

Ronan rationally split the entire [Magic Control] rune into six parts in total, and engraved them on his six missing spiritual power crystals respectively.

At present, he has started to engrave the first part of the runes. Whether it will be successful or not depends on whether this first step can be carried out perfectly according to his expectations. If it cannot be done, he will have to start all over again and consider a more detailed splitting plan.

During this period, Ronan felt the aftereffects of what Alazan called the "Dream of Reincarnation".

The specific symptoms were that when he was thinking and meditating, some memory scenes of his dream experiences during those 72 years would occasionally pop up in front of his eyes.

In fact, the impact is not great, and the frequency of symptoms is not high, but Alazan still provided a solution - an ancient potion formula called "Awakening Potion".

The name of the potion reminded Ronan of a potion called "Sleeping Potion" that he had taken when he was struggling in the Hoddam Tree House area during his apprenticeship. The names of the two potions complemented each other, but the grades and knowledge contained in the formulas, as well as the understanding of alchemy, were very different.

Ronan discussed this formula in detail with Alazan. Based on his knowledge and Alazan's profound attainments in alchemy, 90 percent of the materials required for the formula can basically be replaced in the current wizarding world.

The only material called "Awake Snake Venom" cannot be replaced.

According to Alazan, the Lucid Snake is not a creature of this world and is not considered rare, but it requires opening a space channel to go to another world to capture it. In Alazan's era, this was not a difficult task at all. He even knew the coordinates of several worlds where the Lucid Snake existed.

But for the current wizarding world and Ronan today, it is very difficult to achieve this.

Currently, the wizarding world does not know whether the "Awake Snake" or "Awake Snake Venom" still exists in the world, so Ronan can only put the refining of this potion on hold temporarily to see if he will have a chance to collect all the materials in the future.

Without the assistance of the "awakening potion", relying solely on the soul's self-purification ability, the safest and most stable time interval between two "dreams" is three years.

Considering that Ronan's will was far more resolute and powerful than that of a normal wizard, and that he could completely live out his 72-year life in his first dream, Alazan suggested that it should be at least no less than one year.

Ronan privately considered shortening this time to half a year
As usual, Ronan was meditating. In his consciousness space, the ancient stars were scattered and the starlight was flowing.

Suddenly, a huge golden ladybug streaked across the starry sky like a flaming comet.
Ronan's mind perked up and he slowly came out of meditation.

Then, some unclear images began to appear in his mind.

There were intermittent voices coming from the screen, giving Ronan the feeling that he was watching an old-fashioned TV with a not very sensitive signal reception.

"Do we, two level fours, really need to use this to deal with a level three guy?"

"The purple mist flower juice is used to ensure that nothing goes wrong. This is a plan made by Fu Mingge himself. You should know his temper. He is the kind of person who cannot tolerate any accidents."

"One tenth of the amount is enough to turn him into a lamb to be slaughtered. Such a precious poison cannot be wasted on a mere level three. The rest is split between you and me. It just so happens that I have something that requires the juice of the purple mist flower to carry out."

“I know my limits.”

"..If Goodman knew that the disciples he neglected and sent to the south would one day bring him such a huge reward, he would not have taken the risk of breaking through to level six ten years ago."

"..Fuminge has talent, means and ambition. He has been planning for this day for two hundred years.
This is what he deserves. Everything has been predetermined and will not change because of anyone or anything."

"You said, after we get the inheritance, what if..."

"Dispel those unrealistic ideas in your mind, Lumian, or you may get burned."

Ronan quietly looked at the two people standing and sitting in the picture, talking, until the picture completely disappeared from his mind.

In the quiet meditation room, the magic circle flickered faintly, and an inexplicable depressing atmosphere slowly spread.

After a long silence, Alazan's voice broke the silence.

"It seems your worries are unfounded. How do you plan to deal with it?"

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "There are too many uncertainties here. I am not completely sure."

"What do you think?"

"Find a way to leave early."

Ronan said calmly: "I have tried. Although the protective array on the outside of this airship is strong, I have the means to break it quickly. However, if I want to do it without alerting them, I may need your help."

Alazan was silent for a few breaths, then slowly said, "Okay."

Ronan nodded and closed his eyes again.

He continued his interrupted meditation, without any emotion, as if nothing had happened.

On the first floor of the garden villa, a maid with a nice figure walked quickly to the second floor carrying steaming dishes.

At a certain corner of the stairs, time seemed to stand still.

A slender figure slowly emerged from the wall.

Cooper reached out and gently stroked a bowl of steaming thick soup on the tray in the maid's hand. Some barely perceptible powder from under his fingernails fell into the soup.

The white steam rising from the thick soup turned into a mysterious and beautiful purple in an instant, just like a blooming rose. In a blink of an eye, all the purple faded away, and the "still time" resumed its flow.

The maid, unaware of the situation, continued to climb the stairs and soon arrived at the door of a room at the end of the second floor.

After a gentle knock on the door, the door opened from the inside, and a handsome young man with white hair and wearing a black robe with silver edges walked out.

The maid carefully brought the plate to the latter, who glanced at all the food and naturally picked up the silver spoon to scoop up the most tempting soup on the plate and took a sip.

After tasting the food, the young man showed a slightly satisfied look on his face. He took the food and waved his hand. The maid who served the food respectfully withdrew.

The moment the door closed again, Cooper's figure appeared silently in front of the door like a ghost, slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, and then disappeared.

In the beautiful and quiet garden with the sound of gurgling spring water, two figures appear side by side on the cobblestone path among the flowers.

"Three days."

Lumian, who seemed to be surrounded by a trace of heat, gently brushed off his salamander skin robe and said expressionlessly: "That kid should have turned into a pool of pus and blood by now, right? His soul should have been corroded completely."

Cooper, like the true owner of the garden, walked calmly towards the house not far away, shaking his head as he walked.

“I didn’t put in a lot, otherwise I wouldn’t have to wait three days.
I guess he is in a coma near death, but there is definitely no cure."

As he spoke, Cooper flipped his palm slightly, and a crystal ball emitting a faint blue light appeared between his five fingers.

He glanced casually into the crystal ball, but his brows quickly frowned.

"What? What's wrong?"

Lumian caught the strange look on Cooper's face and asked.

Cooper didn't say anything, but just narrowed his eyes, and his figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the second floor of the garden villa.

He raised his hand and waved, and the door of a room at the end of the second floor opened automatically.

The two walked in and immediately saw a young man sitting cross-legged in the center of the room with his back to them.

"Good boy, you can still sit still"

A cold light flashed in Lumian's eyes, and he snorted coldly, and a powerful mental force emanated from his body. Just as he was about to attack, someone moved faster than him.

"call--"

A deep purple ball of magic light, carrying a terrifying energy pressure, roared towards the figure sitting in the room, bringing with it a series of continuous air explosions along the way.

The young man sitting on the ground felt this strong sense of crisis and suddenly jumped up from the ground, but was hit accurately by the energy ball the next moment.

"Bam—"

The figure exploded directly, with most of the body swallowed by the ball of light. Some fragments that looked like flesh and blood flew everywhere, hitting the surrounding walls with a crackling sound, triggering one protective magic circle after another.

Cooper stretched out his hand and grabbed some of the splattered "flesh and blood" in his hand.

Looking closely, I found that it was just some semi-melted metal residue mixed with tiny traces of blood.

"We were fooled."

Cooper's expression instantly turned gloomy and cold. "He used some kind of magic to create a clone. His aura is almost identical to his original body. Even the monitoring array was fooled."

"Deserve to die."

Lumian spoke slowly, and each syllable was accompanied by a heat wave that was hotter than magma.

"It doesn't matter."

Cooper said expressionlessly, “He was poisoned by the juice of the purple mist flower, so he couldn’t run far even if he wanted to.

It just takes a little more effort."

After saying that, Cooper uttered a rapid spell. As he chanted the spell, the residual metal and blood stains that he had just held in his hands surged rapidly, and soon turned into a strangely shaped black headless moth, and then jumped out of the room quickly with a "whoosh".

The headless moth flew out of the room, passed straight through the external protective magic circle, and disappeared into the vast air turbulence and electric light outside the airship.

Cooper and his companion followed the headless moth relentlessly. After five hourglass times, the headless moth that was leading the way suddenly exploded.

At the edge of the huge eye of the storm, under the dark sky covered with dark clouds, storms and lightning, a figure finally appeared in the sight of the two.

Seeing the target, without any nonsense, the red-haired Lumian let out a long roar, and circles of red emerged from under his robe. The whole person seemed to turn into a river of hot and surging magma, sweeping away all the storms and lightning in an area in an instant, and quickly blocking the way of the figure.

A cold light flashed in Cooper's eyes, and layers of black mist spread out from his body. In a blink of an eye, he also caught up with the figure in front of him. Together with Lumian, they blocked the figure on the left and right.

The two men were one red and one black, one fiery and the other cold. The terrifying aura of a fourth-level dawn wizard split a small piece of the sky into two colors, forming an energy hurricane that was even more terrifying than the outside, and trapped the young figure inside like a reinforced iron barrel.

"Dear Damien.. why did you leave so suddenly without saying goodbye?"

Cooper narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man wrapped in a robe below him. He asked with a bright smile, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"Why are you still wasting time talking to him?!"

Lumian let out a low roar, like many sounds overlapping each other, or like the impact and collision of magma boulders, shaking the void and making it buzz.

The hurricane created by the momentum of the two men made the young man's robe rustle and the hood on his head slip off.

The young man brushed away the white hair that had fallen in front of his face and sighed softly, "I thought I could escape this disaster."

"Just relying on that crude magic?"

The red hair seemed to be burning with fire. Lumian sneered disdainfully, "You just want to get away with it?"

"Do not."

The young man shook his head, then looked at the two of them and said calmly: "I'm talking about you."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely rich golden light suddenly spread out from the young man.

In an instant, a spiritual force field far exceeding the general level 4, as majestic and heavy as the vast ocean, tore through the heavy heat and cold in the void, like an incomparably bright golden sun rising from the dark valley bottom.
"After all...I really don't want to kill anyone from the magic circle."

Happy New Year everyone! I wish you all peace, health, success and prosperity in the Year of the Snake!
(End of this chapter)