Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 342 Why are you crying? After I leave, won’t this position still be yours? (Monthly ticket requested!)

If there is a recognized prodigy in the Deep Sea School, then that person must be Mixia.

Behind him stood the ancestors of the elders' council members, who themselves possessed outstanding talents. He was born with a rune-carved golden spoon in his mouth, and even the old prophet had made a prophecy of praise for him.

[The name Mixia is destined to make many people marvel and look up to her. In the land outside of Linghu Lake, she has a great reputation that others can hardly imagine! ]

It is said that Misha's parents died in an accident, and he himself was also affected by the spell, his body forever remaining at the age of fourteen or fifteen, unable to grow up.

But this does not affect his being supported and "favored" by everyone.

This time, the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea had already begun decades ago, quietly building a stage for Misha alone.

The appearance of the Crown of Deep Knowledge aroused the desire of some people, but they soon calmed down and faced the reality after rounds of competitions and selections.

Misha has all the potential to become the Son of the Deep Sea.

At a young age, he was already a fifth-level wizard with a six-star spirit. He was so skilled that even the opponents for the final round were selected by him personally.

The spiritual genius who awakened the Crown of Deep Knowledge from the high tower will be the greatest contributor to helping Mixia become the Son of the Deep Sea. Witness the final achievement of all this up close!
The projection of the Flame Tower "spit out" the last and largest space battlefield light ball, and then disappeared quietly.

The upside-down Deep Sea Tower reappears, with the Crown of Deep Knowledge at the top of the tower.

When the last ball of light shatters, the person who walks out of the ball of light as a victor will be able to embrace the crystal crown in his arms with his tentacles.

The gazes of countless deep-sea wizards cast an invisible road in the void.

Mixia walked towards the ball of light step by step with a high-spirited attitude and calmly, with everyone looking up at her.

The halo behind him was already beginning to coalesce.

It doesn’t really matter whether this fight goes on or not. No one will doubt the final outcome. It’s just a formality anyway.

Ronan approached the light ball "alone" from the other side. Compared with the attention that Misha was enjoying at this time, he seemed much dimmer.

After all, he is just a foil.

When the two figures disappeared in the ball of light, everyone's eyes began to focus on the dazzling and gorgeous crystal crown.

Some people speculate that the appearance of the Crown of Deep Knowledge is to confirm the old prophet's prophecy to Misha.

The moment when Misha came out of the ball of light and put on the Crown of Deep Knowledge was perhaps the moment when the legend of "Misha" began.

Ronan fell to the ground.

The battle space of the last duel seemed particularly empty, and the concentrations of various free energy particles in the air were quite even.

Misha was standing not far from him, with her arms folded across her chest, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Mixia looked exactly like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a youthful face and some hair that seemed to have not yet faded.

He looked very mature, as if everything was under his control with confidence.

"Ronan Damien."

Mixia opened her mouth, her voice had a bit of the sharpness that is unique to teenagers in the voice change period, but it was deliberately lowered in an attempt to appear more mature.

"This is our first official meeting. Actually, I had this idea a long time ago."

Misha was originally in a very high position relative to Ronan, looking down at him. Now she began to walk towards Ronan step by step, as if she were stepping down invisible stairs.

"You didn't let me down"

Misha walked up to Ronan, patted his left shoulder in a pretentious manner, and said, "You have a far superior vision than anyone else. As soon as you entered Linghu, you made the most wise and correct choice in your life - choosing to follow me.

I admire you for that.”

Ronan pursed his lips.

He estimated with his eyes that if Mixia was standing on solid ground, her height would probably only be around his chest.

"Come to think of it, I haven't formally accepted your allegiance yet. How about now?"

Misha smiled calmly, then placed her hand on Ronan's shoulder and began to recite to herself: "In the name of the Spirit Lake, and for the honor of the Tyrion family, I, Misha Tyrion, accept your loyalty and oath.

Your staff will be an extension of my will, and your courage will be my shield."

"and many more!"

Ronan suddenly interrupted Mixia, who was stunned for a moment, and then a look of displeasure appeared on her face.

"I mean"

Ronan touched his nose and said, "Why don't we wait until we get out? The people outside are waiting for us... that, the Crown of Deep Knowledge..."

As soon as Ronan mentioned the Crown of Deep Knowledge, Misha's eyes suddenly lit up, and the slight displeasure that had just arisen was quickly washed away by urgency.

“You’re right…it’s really not appropriate in this environment, not solemn enough, and a bit sloppy.

I didn’t think it through.”

Mixia rolled his eyes and quickly stepped back, completely abandoning the mature and steady demeanor he had just worked so hard to create.

He stood still in his original position, then waved at Ronan, "Come on, cast a spell to attack me."

"Um?!"

"Fool."

Mixia shook her head, "At this moment, the Great Elder and the Elders' Council may all be 'watching' us.

The necessary scenes still need to be followed: you attack me, I defeat you, and then you admit defeat.
Stop wasting time, attack me quickly, and use the most powerful spell you are best at."

Ronan suddenly realized it, but seemed hesitant: "Is this appropriate?"

Mixia became a little impatient: “What’s appropriate or inappropriate? Hurry up.

Are you worried about soul contracts?

Then I command you, immediately, right now, to use your best..."

"Then I won't be polite." Before Mixia finished her words, she saw Ronan, who was standing in the distance, look up quietly. His eyes suddenly became bright, and a strange light bloomed in them, forming a vortex shape.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably powerful mental force field, even stronger than his, emanated from the other person's body.

It was like a huge and majestic invisible celestial body appeared, radiating light and heat to the entire fighting space.

Mixia's eyes widened involuntarily, and she blurted out in surprise: "You"

"Boom!"

It was like an invisible hammer, smashing heavily into the void, and it seemed to hit Misha's heart.

Mixia suddenly covered his chest, and the next moment, he felt an indescribable terrifying aura rapidly evolving in this space, becoming more and more intense, almost draining all the free energy particles in most of the space, until it turned into a turbulent forbidden ocean!

"One level of [Imperial Law] blessing... [Forbidden Black Hole]!"

A voice sounded faintly in Misha's ears.

The next moment, Mixia's pupils suddenly shrank.

The originally beautiful blue-gold eyes were quickly replaced by a pure black sun.

Twist and devour!
Everything around seemed to be being pulled hard.

Mixia screamed, and the force field of a fifth-level wizard was released. His body quickly turned into elements, and even some brilliant light gathered towards him, trying to condense into a dazzling crystalline form.

"Kakaka-"

It was like the sound of an ancient, heavy millstone slowly turning.

The dark sun turned slightly, and the already terrifying suction force suddenly increased again!

The power of the forbidden domain condensed into the shape of lightning, flowing freely in the void.

Misha's level five force field was easily crushed by this tremendous force, and the energy that he had finally gathered on his body was torn off piece by piece like a rag. His entire body was separated from his elemental form, and his robe fluttered like a broken flag, hitting his body and face randomly.

Misha screamed and roared, her eyes were red and she was hysterical.

His eyes were fixed on the black sun that was getting closer and closer. The unprecedented pressure from the spell seemed to pull him back to the darkest moment in his memory.

——Night, blood, flames, hideous and distorted faces of enemies, and sadly dead parents.
The storm destroyed the greenhouse, and the cold air poured in, bringing out the fear buried deep in my heart.

Misha's lips moved and his body trembled. All his protection and disguise had been forcibly torn away, and he was as weak as a miserable and helpless child.

He kept his eyes wide open, not daring to make a sound.

Tears flowed rapidly from my eyes.
Suddenly, a figure walked out from the dark sun and landed gently in front of him.

"Why are you crying"

Ronan stretched out his hand, gently brushed Mixia's cheek, lowered his head, and spoke gently: "When I become the son of the Spirit Lake, this position in the deep sea will still be yours, right?"

After saying that, Ronan casually snapped his fingers, the black hole broke, tearing open the thin space barrier, and he walked out.

Mixia stood there blankly, watching the figure disappear completely, and then was involuntarily pulled away by a force.
"Misha! Misha!"

In the crystal room, Hathaway stood behind Mrs. Merle who had returned and bit her nails hard, as if only this way could she vent the frustration and anger in her heart.

"It turns out that he has been relying on Mixia for a long time. No wonder he dares to lie to me. Damn it! Damn it..."

Hathaway cursed repeatedly in her heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the room, and cheers that seemed to be about to break out.

Hathaway couldn't help but quicken her pace and ran forward. Mrs. Merle also stood up from her seat and walked slowly to the window.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on one point.

The last battle space light ball is breaking.

A dazzling light shot out from the light ball, and a faint human figure emerged in the light.

"Misha!"

"Misha!"

"Son of the Deep Sea!"

In the circular crystal palace, wizards came out one after another. Misha's fans and other wizards began to shout "Misha's" name.

Everyone saw a slender and powerful hand reaching out from the dazzling light, grabbing the crystal crown that was within reach, and slowly placing it on his forehead.

“He still can’t wait.”

A wizard in the crowd made a teasing sound, causing a small burst of laughter.

However, as everyone was looking forward to it, the light gradually faded, and the figure wearing the crystal crown was completely revealed.
In the huge venue, there was suddenly no sound at all.

Shock and astonishment were written all over the dazed faces that were tilted upwards.

I saw that under the gorgeous and dazzling crystal crown, the person was not Mixia at all, but another person.

With white hair and a blue robe, he is handsome and quiet, like the silent stars in the eternal night sky, or like a deep pool that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

He calmly looked down at everyone. Behind him was Mixia, whose eyes were red, tears were streaming down her face, and she was in a trance.

Hathaway stared blankly at the dazzling and graceful figure in the air. For a moment, she seemed to be struck by hundreds of lightning bolts at the same time. Her body stiffened and she stood still.

After a moment, he murmured unconsciously: "No.
How come he won again?
Isn't this the last round?"

Meanwhile, in another crystal room.

Valentine, who had been standing quietly for a long time, suddenly had his robe fluttering, his hair flying, and his aura running wildly like a volcanic eruption.

He turned his head suddenly, staring at Heliodo who was standing beside him with a dazed expression, and asked in disbelief: "Heliodo, are you really serious about this?!"

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