Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 299: Sky Weaver, Soul Torture, Son of the Deep Sea, He Will Believe It
The hot magma flowed silently across the plains, melting large tracts of fertile soil and turning it into golden color.

It seemed as if there was a huge, burning furnace between heaven and earth, and the heat waves were distorting large areas of space.

With fifteen spiritual power crystals and the blessing of [Ethereal Mind], the power of the fully unfolded [Golden Fire] is even greater than Ronan's original expectations.

The arrival of Lingmaya Dharmakaya, one of the seven pillars of the Golden Kingdom, was like an evil and ancient curse, trying to swallow everything into molten gold.

Perhaps only the [Forbidden Black Hole] amplified by the [Magic Protection] armband can defeat it.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked at the "assailant" in front of him.

He is in the late stage of level 4. He was probably promoted not long ago. His single-round mental strength is not even as strong as Ronan who is in the state of [Ethereal Mind].

He is very handsome, about thirty years old, and has the elegance and natural temperament unique to wind wizards.

Of course, under the suppression of the forbidden aura of [True Golden Fire], he had lost his composure at this moment, and was tied up like a dumpling by the tentacles flowing with golden magma.

Ronan casually took off the rings on the man's ten fingers. The latter groaned and struggled repeatedly like a fish.

Ronan ignored them and checked them one by one.

When he counted to a light blue space ring and saw the pattern etched on the ring, his eyes paused and he looked up.

"Sky Weaver?"

The man sneered but did not answer. His spiritual power of the fourth-level dawn was quietly gathering, as if he was brewing some magical means of a Jedi counterattack.

"Boom——"

Ronan tapped the man's brow with one finger, and the spiritual power gathered from the fifteen spiritual power crystals outlined a mysterious rune, like an invisible nail, deeply nailed into the man's mind.

The spell that the latter was brewing immediately collapsed, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

Ronan calmly watched the man's body twist uncontrollably, veins popping out on his forehead and neck. In just a few breaths, he was sweating profusely.

This is a little trick I learned from Alazan to torture souls.

Ronan tried it himself.

Even though he had been practicing [Austerity and Body Tempering] since his apprenticeship, his threshold to pain was far beyond that of ordinary wizards. Under the torture of these "Soul Nails", his limit was only the fourth nail, and his will could not bear it and collapsed.

This is Ronan, for the average wizard, one nail is enough.

Ronan waited quietly for two hourglass times, until the man was in so much pain that his body began to twitch uncontrollably. Then he stroked the man's brow again and pulled out the "nail" a little bit.

"Hu-hu-"

The man briefly broke free from the pain and gasped for breath like a man who had been rescued from drowning.

"It's Sky Weaver."

He answered hastily, fearing that he would fall into Ronan's torture again.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

"Sky Weaver" is also affiliated with the Empire of Destiny. It is a large wizard force guided by the Pendulum of Destiny. They act in a low-key and mysterious manner. It is said that most of the wizards in it mainly practice wind magic.

"name?"

Ronan thought for a moment and asked.

The man cooperated this time and said immediately: "Cindyson Porzingis."

"I don't know you, and I have no grudge against Sky Weaver."

Ronan said calmly, "Why did you come to me?"

The man looked at him and snorted, "I just happen to be in need of a third-level wizard's soul as experimental material.

You are unlucky, I just happened to run into you."

"Boom——"

Ronan's fingertips gently stroked the man's brow, and the veins in the latter's eyes and face instantly bulged out with Ronan's action.

"Om-"

The second Soul Nail condensed in Ronan's hand, and his eyes looked all over the man, as if looking for a place to nail the second one.

"Don't"

The man's veins bulged, his face flushed, and he begged for mercy from between his teeth: "I'm telling the truth..."

"call--"

Ronan raised his hand and dispersed Lingmaya's Dharma body, and all the glorious and dazzling golden color between heaven and earth flowed back to the distant and unknown golden country.

The second, and then the third soul nail, were all shot into the body of the fourth-level wizard named Cindyson in front of him. Then the soul nail at the center of his eyebrows was pulled out a little, and he pretended to listen.

"Go ahead."

Ronan said calmly: "I have my own way of distinguishing the truth from the falsehood of your answers. If you lie next time, the pain will increase threefold."

The man gasped for air, his eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he looked at Ronan deeply with a devilish look, then gritted his teeth and whispered, "Because of the contract, I can't tell you the name of that person.

I can only tell you that the man is from your Linghu, and like you, he is also a wizard from the Deep Sea School."

Are they both wizards from the Linghu Deep Sea sect?

Ronan couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this answer.

It has been less than a year since he officially joined Linghu, and apart from Heliodo, he has hardly had any contact with anyone else.

How could someone suddenly appear out of nowhere to become his enemy, and even generously invite a fourth-level late wizard from outside the Linghu forces to take his life?

"That person is very famous in your Deep Sea Sect. When you go back, you only need to ask around a little bit to find out who he is."

Perhaps seeing Ronan frowning, the man was afraid that he might be dissatisfied with his answer, so he fiddled with the Soul Nail again and hurriedly gave a hint.

"Why did that person ask you to hunt me down?"

Ronan inquired.

"Because of the competition of the sons of the deep sea."

The man replied, "That man is determined to obtain the position of Son of the Deep Sea, and your existence poses a certain threat to him, so he wants to strangle you in the cradle in time." "Son of the Deep Sea?"

Ronan was slightly startled.

"You don't even know this?"

The man looked at him in surprise, and then explained: "The old prophet died and the new prophet took over.

The first thing the new prophet who succeeds him will do after taking control of the helm of the empire’s destiny is to ‘bless’.”

"The three major schools of Linghu, the most outstanding wizard genius of each school can receive a prophetic blessing from the prophet.
The Witch Heart Palace, the Sky Weaver... All wizard forces above large in the Destiny Empire can receive this honor."

"The blessing from the prophecy can 'avoid death'. It means avoiding a fatal disaster, which is equivalent to having one more life than others. No wizard with qualifications and ambition will miss this opportunity."

Ronan listened to the man's story, his eyes moving.

During a break in the other person's story, he suddenly asked, "What is the strength of the person you are talking about? What is his talent?"

The man looked at him, thought for a moment and replied, "Late fourth level, one step away from giving birth to a spirit and advancing to the fifth level.

He has great talent, and his soul aptitude has reached a seven-star rating."

"Then why did he think that a mere third-level wizard like me could pose a threat to him?"

Ronan shook his head.

"Are you an ordinary third-level wizard?"

The man blurted out, then stopped abruptly.

He glanced at the vast expanse of golden fields behind Ronan, which looked as if they had been washed by lava. He thought of the powerful mental strength that was comparable to that of a late-level fourth-level wizard, and the spell that summoned a terrifying and indescribable golden monster that looked like an ancient evil god.
He said bitterly, "Did you get a ten-star rating in the knowledge test during the entrance trial to Linghu?"

"Yes."

"That's right.

The selection of the deep sea school and the sons of the deep sea must inevitably involve a comparison of wisdom.

Your strength is naturally...not worth mentioning to him.

But in terms of knowledge and wisdom...it's a big threat to him!"

"I have only just started learning, and you are eager to kill me now. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"Quite the opposite."

The man shook his head. “Your potential is not obvious now, and you don’t receive much attention. Now that you have suddenly fallen, at most you will make a small splash in the Spirit Lake, and it won’t be long before you are completely forgotten.

When the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea is approaching, all the Deep Sea School wizards who are qualified and capable of competing for the Son of the Deep Sea will be selected, and then they will choose to move against you. As the most popular candidate for the Son of the Deep Sea, he will undoubtedly be the most suspicious. "

The man finished his story.

Ronan fell into deep thought.

As time passed, the man looked at Ronan, who was thinking alone and silent, and began to secretly try to fiddle with the three soul nails in his body.

Just when he was racking his brains to think of various ways to get rid of this strange method, Ronan suddenly spoke, which scared him.

"You failed in this mission. How are you going to explain it to him when you return?"

The man quickly recovered from his panic and pretended to be calm, saying, "What can I say? Just say whatever I have to say.

We are just an employer-employee relationship, what can he do to me?"

"As a fourth-level Dawn of Sky Weaver, you are secretly doing such dirty things, assassinating wizards who are official members of super-large forces. If the matter is exposed, aren't you afraid of being expelled from Sky Weaver?"

Ronan spoke calmly.

The man looked at him and smiled, "You are too young and think the world is too simple.

Every force has its bright and dark sides. The worst that can happen is that I will become a dark weaver from now on."

Ronan raised his eyelids slightly, and did not continue to argue with the man on this issue. Instead, he asked: "What will he do after you fail?"

"He will definitely not give up on strangling you, because my failure has greatly increased the threat level you pose to him.

The next person who comes will definitely be much stronger than me."

The man answered leisurely.

Ronan seemed to be thinking about it. "That is to say, as long as I continue to threaten him, he will never give up?"

"Of course."

The man nodded.

Ronan narrowed his eyes. "You just mentioned what kind of person he was?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then slowly looked towards Ronan.

"What do you want to do?"

After a few minutes.

In the vast field, the man with the Saker Falcon on his shoulders had an expression on his face that was unclear whether it was strange or unusual after listening to the entire plan that Ronan told him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?
Will he believe it?"

"Smart, powerful, talented, and confident to the point of being conceited."

Ronan counted quietly, opened his hands, and a ray of invisible soul power burst out from his fingertips like fireworks.

"Plus this he will definitely believe it."

"Do as I say. After the task is completed, I will naturally remove the restrictions on your soul for you."

The snow-white Saker Falcon spread its wings and flew high into the sky. The man looked at Ronan, who had a calm face and eyes as deep as an unfathomable blue lake. For some reason, his heart trembled slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded heavily, "Okay.

I hope you...keep your word."

The monthly ticket is in the top 500. Please give me the next monthly ticket. I want to push forward. Thank you~ (kowtow)
(End of this chapter)