Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 303: Thank you Mixia, [Control Method] is completed!

Chapter 303: Thank you Mixia, [Control Method] is completed!

In the crystal clear pond, Ronan stood on a lotus leaf swaying in the wind.

He moved his lips slightly towards the water and whispered a short spell.

Soon, waves appeared in the center of the pond, a whirlpool appeared, and a huge red-skinned frog jumped out of the whirlpool.

The red frog's bulging eyeballs spun around, reflecting Ronan's shadow, and it spoke in human language, "Proof."

Ronan raised his right hand, revealing the Spirit Lake Ring on his ring finger.

The red-skinned frog nodded slightly, then opened its mouth. A white light bloomed in the dark mouth, and an entrance appeared.

There are many entrances to the Linghu Secret Realm, often hidden in places that ordinary people would not expect. Ronan has now chosen the entrance closest to him.

When he stepped into the huge mouth of the red frog, Ronan's body suddenly trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a momentary trance in front of his eyes, and the whole person froze in place.

After a while, until the red frog urged him impatiently, he returned to normal and walked in.

After passing through a short space corridor, he reappeared on the huge spiritual lake.

Ronan didn't rush down, but stood there, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Soul sequelae. Memory flashbacks again?"

Alazan's voice rang in his ears, "You'd better prepare everything quickly and try to get promoted."

Ronan slowly lowered his hand from his temple and did not respond to Alazan's words. Instead, he muttered to himself thoughtfully, "If we can even find the Devourer, there is no reason why there is not a single awake snake left in the entire wizarding world.

Alazan, do you think the spell of prophecy can provide me with guidance?"

Alazan said slowly: "You can try. If there is really a clue, with your current strength, it is much easier than going to another world to capture it yourself.
If you want to continue practicing on the Amber Soul, the Sobering Potion is an indispensable aid for you."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more. He broke through a whirlpool on the lake surface, passed through the winding crystal tunnel, and finally came to the transfer lake.

He entered the deep pit of the waterfall in the center of the lake and slowly fell downwards.

When he was about to arrive at his residence, Ronan suddenly found that at the door of his private space, there was a figure standing quietly, as if waiting for him.

Ronan moved closer, and the figure waiting at his "door" slowly turned around.

He is a very young male wizard, handsome, and a fourth-level Dawn.

He was wearing an extremely exquisite and luxurious robe, and even his hair seemed to have been carefully groomed strand by strand. He exuded a luxurious and extraordinary temperament from head to toe, like an aristocrat among wizards.

The young wizard looked at Ronan and smiled, with a circle of light around him.

"Ronan Damien."

He called out Ronan’s name accurately, and then whispered, “My name is Zorn.

I am here to give you something on behalf of Misha."

Ronan looked at the noble wizard in front of him, his eyes flickering.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Please come in and talk."

In the spacious and bright secret space.

The blue-gold hair flowed slightly, and Misha sat on his throne like a young monarch, casually fiddling with the magic sand table in front of him while talking to the people around him.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of the space, and several people looked up.

"Zorn is back!"

Zorn, with his crystal red hair and the most standard aristocratic wizard demeanor, looked so dull in front of Misha. He walked up to the few people and took the initiative to salute Misha.

"Did you see anyone?"

Misha looked at him, narrowed her eyes and waited for his answer.

Zorn nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Like every person who crawled out of the mud, he is resolute, stubborn, and proud. Although he has outstanding talents, he lacks enough confidence.
He was very respectful to me and entertained me warmly, but he couldn't even provide a decent tea set.
The place where we live has not been repaired or upgraded at all.”

Zorn paused, shook his head and said, "It is said that he now relies only on being an assistant to Heliodo and occasionally taking on some low-difficulty tasks to slowly accumulate magic stones.
He really needs this resource.”

"Heliodo is famous for being stingy. No wonder he took the initiative to pledge his loyalty to me."

Mixia said calmly: "Did you hand the things over to him?"

"of course."

As if he had thought of something interesting, Zorn couldn't help but curl his lips and said humorously, "When he took the thing, I could clearly feel his fingers trembling slightly.

Maybe they think you gave too much."

Several wizards nearby laughed happily when they heard this.

"He kept expressing his gratitude to me and accompanied me all the way to Huanhu Lake. When the space door closed, I could still see him waving goodbye to me."

Zorn raised his voice slightly, his tone becoming more relaxed.

Misha couldn't help laughing.

"Only people like this will willingly become a qualified sword in my hand."

Mixia's face was filled with confidence, and for a moment she was full of vigor and vitality, "Together with you, I will help me take the position of the Son of Spirit Lake step by step!
Do you believe it or not?"

Mixia looked around at the others, smiled faintly but said firmly: "Even without the constraints of the soul agreement, this Ronan Damien will be convinced by me."

"No one can resist Mixia's charm, not even men!"

Someone shouted loudly and exaggeratedly, and the field was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Mixia raised her hand slightly to suppress the laughter of the crowd and regained the composure and calmness that a leader should have.

"Of course, whether he is worth my further investment depends on his performance in the future."

Mixia looked at Zorn again and asked, "You should have obtained the qualification to enter the Silent Corridor, right?"

Zorn nodded, hesitated slightly, and added: "Siegel is a little dissatisfied. Ronan Damien's quota was originally promised to his nephew."

"Let his nephew wait until next time."

Mixia frowned and said coldly: "He actually dared to show his dissatisfaction to me?
He probably forgot who had stood up to the pressure from the tyrant Canes when he moved to the deep sea. He took so many benefits from me, but almost no value was shown. Huh..."

Mi Xia's eyes flickered for a while, and she suddenly said, "Didn't he fight for the spot for his nephew?

Then let Ronan Damien accompany him when he goes into the Corridor of Silence this time.
I want to see if he is really dissatisfied with me."

After saying that, Mixia stroked the sleeves of her robe and said indifferently: "Reset the sandbox, and play with me again." "Yes."

"Is this the magic crystal?"

Ronan sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at a fist-sized mysterious crystal in his hand, which was similar to crystal but many times more beautiful than crystal.

There is some colorful light flowing inside the crystal, occasionally outlining rune-like patterns.

"This lowest-grade magic crystal is worthy of your attention... In our time, these were stones that no one would pick up if they were thrown on the roadside."

Alazan spoke slowly in his mind, and seemed to look down on the so-called magic crystal that Ronan treasured.

"Times have changed, my dear Lord Wizard."

Ronan casually pushed away Arrietty, who was holding a magic crystal with shining eyes and refused to let go, and collected all the magic crystals on the table.

He sighed and said, "In today's wizarding world, even for a fourth-level dawn wizard, this is an invaluable treasure."

At least, Ronan did not find any trace of the magic crystal in the space ring of Lumian, the fourth-level fire wizard of the elemental magic ring.

Magic crystals are a wizard's "currency" that is one level higher than high-level magic stones.

In addition to storing many times more energy particles than high-level magic stones of the same unit, the magic crystal also contains some naturally grown rune fragments.

Magic stones are usually used as energy cores to activate magic tools and rune arrays, while magic crystals are key props for maintaining certain high-level ancient large-scale magic arrays. It is no exaggeration to say that they are strategic energy resources.

In the two promotion plans for Dawn that Alazan provided to Ronan, magic crystals were also indispensable. Linghu had a special channel for exchanging magic crystals, but it required a lot of contribution points and magic stones. Ronan had been worried about when he could collect enough.

Now, the problem is solved.

Not only that, Misha has also planned Ronan's entire promotion route.

Taking into account Ronan's poor spiritual qualifications, they specially arranged for Ronan to have the qualification to enter the Corridor of Silence.

The Silent Corridor is a large ancient secret site within the Destiny Empire. Every once in a while, wizards from various major organizations in the Destiny Empire are allowed to enter and explore. There are relatively well-preserved ancient promotion arrays among them.

These magic crystals are used to activate the magic circle.

Ronan thought that since it could be determined to be more effective than ordinary promotion arrays, the ancient promotion array in the Silent Corridor should be able to meet the standards of Alazan's first plan.

In this way, all of Ronan's previous problems were solved at once.

All he had done for this was to politely invite a guy who looked down on others to come in and sit down, without even making him a cup of tea, and to give him a soul contract that was like a piece of waste paper.

"Thank you, Mixia, whom I have never met before."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

He came up with this outlandish plan, originally just hoping to get as many resources as possible from the culprit who hired someone to hunt him down, so as to save himself some energy and time.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the credibility of the soul contract among wizards, as well as the other party's "thirst for talent" heart.

"It seems like he really wants to be the son of the deep sea..."

The huge mountain that stood before him was moved away so easily, and Ronan felt a little empty in his heart.

After thinking about it, he decided to continue refining his soul seal.

Now there are no external factors that can hinder his promotion. Facing Juventus twice, it would be a lie for Ronan to say that he was not stimulated.

Only by advancing to level four as quickly as possible can we narrow the distance between ourselves and our opponents.

Three months later, Ronan went to the Linghu Secret Realm again.

In a remote and uninhabited wilderness, a "soul nail" that was nailed into the body of the Sky Weaver Wizard Cindyson was removed.

He promised the other party that he would take one of the remaining two every year.

When the competition among the Sons of the Deep Sea is over, all the "Soul Nails" will be removed.

Cindyson didn't know that the effect of this [Soul Nail] could only last for three years at most, and would slowly dissipate after three years.

Although Cindyson had some complaints about this decision, she was under Ronan's control after all, so she didn't dare to say much. She could only leave dejectedly and said that she would come to him again in a year.

Afterwards, Mixia sent someone to inquire about his detailed time to enter the Silent Corridor for promotion, and told him not to be anxious, as the quota to enter would always be reserved for him, and he must adjust his condition and strive to be promoted smoothly in one go, and so on.

Then he sent him a batch of resources, which made Ronan feel "warm".

The preparation of potions at Heliodo's place was also ongoing. As Ronan became more and more proficient in preparing potions and handling materials, perhaps some of his own talents were also revealed. The processing of the 10,000 potion formulas was progressing faster and faster, and was getting closer to completion.
"Om-"

Ronan stood under the blue sky, his robe fluttering silently and his white hair rising up.

Bright and fierce magical fluctuations spread from his body, like countless strings of nothingness being plucked at the same time, and the outline of his entire body became blurred.

In the sky above, large patches of dark clouds rolled in, as if a terrible storm was brewing.

At a certain moment, in Ronan's consciousness space, the seven spiritual power crystals gathered together and combined together seamlessly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his clear blue pupils turned deep purple in an instant, becoming as vast and deep as the starry sky on a summer night. Then an extremely complex and mysterious rune flashed in the depths of his pupils.

“Taboo.”

Ronan spat out a sound, and slowly pointed his finger at the ground in the distance.

"Black hole!"

In an instant, pure black lightning fell silently from the extremely dark clouds above the head.

An indescribable and terrifying forbidden aura suddenly surged out.

Dense black lightning all gathered at Ronan's fingertip like a stream of water. Then a black light appeared and expanded in an instant, turning into a bottomless black hole that swallowed everything!

The terrifying black hole melted a big hole directly in the void, and under Ronan's traction, it slid towards the ground.

It was like a twisted black sun that was constantly sinking. Wherever it passed, countless mud, sand, and rocks were swallowed up by the black hole, turning into pure nothingness, and fueling the power of the black hole.
"It's done!"

Ronan's face was pale, and he looked shakily at the scene in front of him where the light was distorted, the land was annihilated, and the black sun was sinking. His slightly weak face could not hide the joy.

I don't know how much effort, time and energy I spent, how many failures and repeated attempts I experienced, but I finally condensed Heramus's [Spell Control] rune into my own natal soul seal.

Finally, he no longer needed to rely on the effects of the magic armband and could summon this [Forbidden Black Hole] with his own ability.

At this moment, Ronan's inner joy and satisfaction were too great to be revealed to others.

(End of this chapter)

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