Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 277 Nash's finger bones. I am different from you, Alazan

"You'd better believe what you say."

Alazan snorted softly. He and Ronan were twins, and with the existence of the "Master-Servant Contract", if Ronan died, he would also perish completely.

Ronan didn't want to argue with Alazan about this meaningless question, so he changed the subject and asked, "Have you found the exit?"

He subconsciously glanced at Dodor III who was lying obediently in his arms.

“I think I found the direction.”

Ronan raised his head, but then he heard Alazan continue to say: "But if you want to reach the exit, you can't get around the Storm Spirit entrenched in the center..."

“I didn’t intend to go around it.”

Ronan let go of Dodor III, stood up, and spoke calmly.

He took two steps to the cave entrance, raised his hand to blast open the cave wall, and then rested and prepared to go out.

The crystal stone wall can only block the smell for a short period of time, and soon those elemental life forms will come again following the "smell". This is the experience Ronan has summed up during his time in the Storm Realm.

"and many more!"

But Alazan stopped him, his tone serious.

"Shouldn't you also show me how you deal with that ancient storm spirit? A storm lord that is about to be promoted to level seven is no joke... It's easier for it to tear you apart than to tear apart a snowflake. It only needs a glance and you will melt on the spot."

Ronan paused for a moment, then fell silent. He then spread out his palm, revealing a pale, ancient finger bone.

There should have been three sections, but the section at the fingertip had disappeared. It was the mysterious finger bone that Ewakui had given him.

The golden ladybug gently landed on the finger bone and crawled up and down for a while, and then Ronan heard the sound of Alazan sighing softly in his mind.

"It turned out to be Nash's finger bone. If you have it, there will be no problem."

Ronan's expression slightly changed. "Do you know the owner of this finger bone?"

"Ah."

Alazan spoke slowly in a nostalgic tone: "The leader of the Shadow Academy, he spent his whole life pursuing peace and tranquility, but he was never far away from disputes. After his death, even his bones were dug up and refined into magic tools. In the end, he was a pitiful person."

"Shadow School.. Nash"

Ronan's eyes turned and he looked at the finger bones in his hand, wanting to know more, but Alazan refused to say anything more.

He didn't have time to listen to Alazan's stories about the past. He retracted his finger bones, punched the crystallized rock wall in front of him, and strode out of the cave.

As soon as Ronan appeared, the storm elemental life forms nearby pounced on him like a school of fish smelling blood.

The black aura surged out from Ronan's body and spread out, turning slightly like a giant millstone. Several elemental life forms within a hundred meters of him were immediately crushed to pieces, turning into countless turbulent currents and electric flashes that dissipated.

More wind and electric elemental life forms rushed towards Ronan, and the scattered spirit quickly retracted and attached to the surface of Ronan's body, condensing into a solid lens, just like a suit of armor made of obsidian, which fit Ronan perfectly, and there were many sharp spikes and sharp blades on the shoulders and joints.
This is the "Spirit Armor" that Ronan has adjusted and condensed after countless battles in the past few months based on his own combat habits and combat style.

Compared to a few months ago, his proficiency in [Austerity Body Tempering] and his ability to use and control the black aura have been greatly improved.

Ronan has even built his own [Double Spiral Palace] in his body, and his combat power has improved by a leap compared to before.

Ronan wore this strange armor, holding two swords, with dancing black hair, and black lines like vines and flames growing in the middle of his chest. Combined with the "body of the ancient demon", his whole body exudes a primitive, ferocious and wild temperament.

He took the initiative to rush towards the densely packed elemental life forms in front of him, like an ancient sharp and unstoppable sword, stabbing fiercely into the group of elemental life forms.

One after another, the spirits of storm elements exploded. Ronan was unstoppable, cutting through the crowd like a flash of black lightning, tearing through layer after layer of strong winds and electric screens.

Under him, Dodor III looked much more agile than him, and even faster than him.

After a few months, the two of them had already developed a high level of tacit understanding.

Just as Ronan had told Alazan before, although he seemed to be addicted to the battle, his mind was actually calmer than ever. He had been consciously avoiding elemental spirits whose strength exceeded the third level. If he could not avoid them, he would try to resolve or leave the battle as quickly as possible and never put himself in danger.

He didn't know how far he had walked in the Realm of Storms. If the direction pointed by Dodor III and Alazan was correct, he should be getting closer and closer to the center of the Realm of Storms.

Ronan penetrated several waves of elemental spirit attacks in one breath, and his speed gradually slowed down.

In the battle circle he had caused, there were more and more elemental spirits above level three, and it was becoming unavoidable.

"call--"

Ronan stopped on a crystallized rock peak, took out a few bottles of healing potions, drank them, and took a short rest.

Looking up, he saw elemental life forms that were dozens or even hundreds of meters tall, surrounded by strong winds and thunder. The aura emanating from each of them made him shudder slightly.

However, what really attracted Ronan's attention were not these elemental spirits whose strength exceeded the third level. At this moment, his entire mind was almost occupied by a scene in the distance -

What a magnificent and great creation it is.

A ten-thousand-meter-high giant statue built entirely of hurricanes and lightning. Under the thick black clouds, there is an endless purple aurora above its head, and countless waterfalls of lightning and lightning are pouring down from its body. Twelve tornadoes connecting the sky and the earth form a magnificent spine, and its ankles are immersed in the magma flow that is constantly gushing out from the earth's crust.

Ronan couldn't see its full appearance. The thick cumulonimbus clouds covered most of its body. He could only see four pairs of wings that were as terrifying as vacuum blades, and the tail of the lightning and electromagnetic storm that stretched back for who knows how many miles.

The heaven and earth were trembling slightly.

That was the sound of its heavy breathing.

With every breath, a vacuum zone will appear within the thick clouds in the sky, which will continue to collapse and explode.

Countless storm elemental spirits of all sizes surround it, just like countless subjects guarding their king!
"The Weaver."

Ronan stared at the unspeakable ancient and terrifying existence, muttering to himself.

His soul was trembling constantly, and every cell in his body seemed to be longing for and pursuing something.

The last time I had this feeling was when I saw the ancient silver giant eel on the sea when I left the south and headed for the east coast.

The shock and impact Ronan suffered this time was even greater than the last time.

Several storm elemental life forms with a body size of more than ten meters discovered Ronan's presence, roared angrily, and rushed towards him. Ronan slowly recovered from his trance, put away Dodor III, and then stomped his feet, his body turned into a black light and rushed forward.

As if they had crossed an invisible boundary, all the elemental spirits were "enraged" wherever Ronan passed. They roared and growled, turning into huge waves of thunder and hurricanes, wanting to tear Ronan, the intruder who tried to challenge their royal majesty, into dust.

Alazan's urgent voice sounded in Ronan's ears, urging him constantly.

"It's time to use the finger bones!"

"Hurry up! You'd better not let it know you're here."

Ronan took out the pale finger bone from the space ring, held it tightly in his hand, but was hesitant to pinch it.

His body continued to rise upwards, enduring waves of unprecedented numbness and tearing pain, trying his best to avoid the siege of the elemental spirits below.

His eyes were always on the Storm Lord who was more than ten thousand meters tall in the distance, as if he was waiting for something.

The daring ant tried to peek at the dragon's true face, but the dragon raised its eyelids and cast a cold, scrutinizing look at it.

Alazan's urging voice became more and more urgent, and the golden ladybug danced anxiously in front of the real light curtain formed by the wind and lightning, and almost landed on Ronan's nose several times.

Ronan seemed to be deaf to it.

at last.

"Boom!"

There was the sound of the sky collapsing. High in the sky, there was endless purple aurora and a "sun" blooming in the dense cumulonimbus clouds. It was the eye of the storm weaver.

An extremely majestic and huge will descended, accompanied by thunder that fell like an ancient giant python.

"Don't forget! Nash's finger bones can only block its induction on you, but cannot help you avoid those injuries!"

Alazan's urging voice turned into a low growl, and it was obvious that his inner anxiety and irritability had accumulated to an extreme.

"Click——"

Ronan moved his fingers slightly, and a section of the finger bone in the palm of his hand quietly shattered into powder. A mysterious wave emanated and condensed into an invisible black cloak in the void, which slowly fell and completely wrapped Ronan.

In an instant, the roars and howls of the countless storm elemental spirits below came to an abrupt halt. They suddenly lost their sense of the "intruder" and thought that it had been turned into dust, and everything quickly calmed down.

Only the terrifying thunder that followed the Weaver's gaze still existed, like an ancient forbidden magic circle leaking out, bringing down waves of destructive power.

Ronan stood in a void. The "sun" blooming in the cumulonimbus clouds above his head had gone out. He stood there quietly. He did not take the opportunity to escape quickly. Instead, he was as calm as a bystander.

"What do you want?"

Alazan's voice sounded in his mind, for the first time with an accusatory tone.

"You are playing with your own life, no, the lives of both of us, do you understand?"

Ronan turned a deaf ear to Alazan's questions, and his eyes followed the horrific thunder that tore through the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, he seemed to have found his target. He locked his eyes on the smallest ray of thunder and then moved his body and rushed towards it quickly.

"you"

Alazan's unexpected exclamation was interrupted by Ronan as soon as it sounded.

"What am I planning for?"

"This is what I want."

"I am different from you, Alazan."

“I can’t miss any opportunity to improve myself.”

“Only by crossing over life and death again and again.”

"I will have a tiny chance to grab what I really want."

Amid the low humming sound blown away by the strong wind, Ronan approached the thunder that blended with the storm.

His expression was calm, with a fascinating light flashing in his eyes. He spread his arms and pounced towards the thunder like a moth to a flame.

In an instant, Ronan's body was pierced by storm and thunder at the same time.

Complex runes like hurricanes and lightning quickly appeared in his eyes, and his entire body was submerged in the endless light like an insignificant piece of dust.

In the space of consciousness, Alazan, who had transformed into a golden ladybug, stared at all this blankly for a long time without saying anything.

Central continent.

In the dim and damp swamp, tiny fragments of blue phosphorescence floated silently, illuminating the rotten leaves floating on the water and the twisted and dead trees.

From time to time, huge bubbles burst, spewing out bursts of foul odor.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

A figure suddenly broke into this area with hurried footsteps.

This is a petite and slender girl with very fair skin, wearing tight emerald green leather armor.

She bit her lips tightly, her face was covered with mud, and the roots of her hair were wet with sweat, but she didn't care at all. She just kept running forward, looking back from time to time, as if she was being chased by something.

"Crackling——"

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning appeared somewhere in the dark swamp.

The girl was obviously startled and paused. She released her mental strength and carefully headed in the direction of the lightning. Soon, a look of unexpected joy and hope appeared on her face.

The girl took off a silver ring hanging around her neck, held it tightly in her hand, her eyes flickered a few times, as if she had made up her mind, and ran quickly towards the place where the lightning exploded with a determined look.

(End of this chapter)