Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 361 [Six-Layered Conch Palace], Golden Armor and Black Meteorite, Battle with the Commander!
Jason stood in front of the cave, with his big bald head, looking into the dark cave.

He hesitated whether to follow in and take a look, but was worried about whether he would disturb Ronan who was inside. Given the other party's usually calm personality, the thing that could make him behave so "out of control" must be extremely important.

Suddenly, a terrifying energy pressure came out from the cave, and the strong wind it created made Jason squint his eyes, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Jason felt a sudden throbbing in his heart. He stared at the cave in front of him. At this moment, the depth of the black seemed to hide a terrible monster that had been passed down from ancient times. It was waking up, breathing, and breaking out of its cocoon little by little.
"Da da--"

A faint sound of horse hooves, like the sound of bells from an ancient bell tower late at night, floated in from far away.

Jason felt a chill on the back of his head, and he turned around abruptly as if cold water had been poured over him.

He saw a tall and strong black warhorse, which exuded a strong smell of decay. It had been hovering above his head at some point. Its four hooves were burning with lingering blue flames, and cold black smoke was spewing out of its mouth and nose, which kept hitting Jason's face.

Those eyes were like will-o'-the-wisp, empty and cold. The occasional hissing was like millions of dead souls wailing at the same time.

Jason's heart sank quickly, and his face tensely moved his gaze upwards little by little until he met a pair of calm eyes hidden behind an ancient bronze helmet.

The ancient lance with a dark metallic luster was gently raised, and the tip of the lance was pointed at Jason's brow like a snake, and a plain and mellow voice sounded.

"Where's the boy with you?"

Jason bit his lower lip tightly and said nothing.

Suddenly, a rapid spell came out of his mouth, and his right hand under the robe seemed to be tightly grasping something, and he suddenly raised it upwards towards the position of the Black Nightmare horse and the knight.

In the empty gray wilderness, a small, black, and distorted sun suddenly rose.

Then, before the light of this spell could fully bloom, it was immediately extinguished by an indescribable terrifying force.

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, Jason's Level 4 Dawn spiritual force field exploded to pieces. He was sucked by an invisible force and flew sideways along the ground like a rag doll.

He used his body to push up a not-so-low sand dune on the soft mud, and walked out of the sunken pit in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Are you his follower?"

The bronze-armored knight looked down at him calmly from above, his posture and movements not changing at all.

Jason's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a beast-like roar from the bottom of his throat. He clapped his hands downwards and a wave of magic rapidly spread out.

Wherever the waves passed, dirt, sand and gravel were blown up, quickly turning into a sticky black color, and roaring towards the man and horse in the sky like a rising tide.

The latter didn't even look at the spell, but calmly raised the lance in his hand.

The tip of the lance, which was engraved with ancient and complex patterns, silently emitted a deep blue light, twisted in the air, and slowly shot towards Jason.

The waves of black sand that surged up from the ground collapsed one after another, and the pressure of the law domain and energy attached to the dim light crushed and tore everything in its path. The void spread out large patches of dark blue cracks like a mirror that was smashed by someone.

Jason's eyebrows sunk, and his body and soul felt as if they were about to be torn apart in severe pain.

He was trembling all over, with veins bulging on his forehead and neck. He kept trying to get rid of the horrific force imposed on him, but he could not move a single step. He could only watch the faint light approaching.

Just as Jason was about to be pierced through by the dim light, at this moment, the space between the two of them began to appear like thick rippling water.

A figure with pure white flames burning all over his body walked out from behind Jason at an incredible speed.

A slender, white hand, like glowing porcelain, stretched out from the flames, with five fingers spread out, gently grasping the faint blue light.

"Click——"

With a crisp cracking sound, the terrifying ghostly light shattered in the figure's hands and turned into countless specks of light that dissipated.

The terrifying pressure receded quickly like the tide, and Jason suddenly broke free from the state of suppression and confinement. With a whoosh, he collapsed to the ground as if exhausted.

His eyes remained fixed on the pure white flame figure, as if he wanted to confirm something, and he murmured, "Dai Damien?"

Waves of pure white flames emitting strange life energy fluctuations flowed into the figure's body like water, gradually shrinking under the halo, revealing Ronan's figure.

At this time, Ronan's long white hair was completely spread out, and his robes disappeared, showing off his slender and well-proportioned upper body.

He seemed to be in an indescribable strange state, giving people an extremely strong sense of brokenness.

A strange neighing of the Black Nightmare horse came from above their heads. The bronze-armored knight on the horse seemed to smile, and the tip of his spear turned, naturally locking onto Ronan.

Ronan looked at him calmly, took a deep breath, and then
"Click - click - click -"

His body, full of broken beauty, began to rise higher and higher; the sounds of flesh being torn and reassembled and bones clashing together formed a strange symphony of life.

White halos spread out from his body in circles.

Then it gradually changes from transparent and thin to thick, the spreading speed slows down, and the color deepens rapidly.

black.

Black textures, from his limbs and the ends of his hair, spread rapidly towards the center like flames and vines.

Ronan's limbs were slightly curled up, as if he was trying to crawl out of an old cocoon, and the aura emanating from his body became increasingly powerful and heavy.

"【Shrou Palace】!"

One weight.
Double
Triple
When his body reached a certain height, Ronan paused, as if silently gathering strength.
After half a breath, his entire body suddenly stretched outwards!
“Crack, crack, crack—boom!” Fourth level!

Fivefold!

Sixth level!

Inside the body, the blue snail symbol representing the [Snail Palace] grew rapidly at an incredible speed after completing all three levels of opening. It reached the height of the sixth level in one breath before completely stopping.

"Bam—"

Like the rolling of a hot star core, an incredibly thick aura spread out, creating a circle of white waves visible to the naked eye, spreading far away.

Ronan, who had finally completed the transformation into the "Body of Ancient Demon", stood in the center of this fiery and majestic scene.

At this moment, his body was completely raised to three meters tall, and he was surrounded by countless black auras as thick as water. His whole body, which was nearly perfect demonic body, was densely covered with various intricate and gorgeous tattoos that looked like vines and flames.

The long black hair fell to the ankles like a waterfall. There was no scattered lightning, nor any arc of light. There was only a force field that was as heavy as solid rock, grinding and rolling in circles.

Ronan raised his head slightly, and his pupils, which had turned pure black, seemed to contain an ancient Dead Sea.

The water-like spirit gently slapped on his body, and a mysterious and deep red color rolled out from the pure black, making a strange sound like the tide hitting the rocks and countless conch shells humming.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, and the aura around him flowed on its own, quickly condensing into an ancient-style, almost tangible long-handled battle axe in his hand.

The handle and body of the battle axe were etched with dense, ancient and complex patterns, which contrasted with the totemic black tattoos on Ronan's body.

"With titanium..."

He uttered softly, a hoarse and low sound coming out of his mouth.

Golden titanium surged out from behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an extremely gorgeous golden armor attached to his body.

"Shh-"

Sixteen pairs of golden eagle wings suddenly spread out behind Ronan, making a clear sound like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

Ronan raised his foot and stepped high into the air. The moment he started, the ground beneath him collapsed silently in large sections.

His speed was not fast and could be seen with the naked eye, but it gave people a sense of shock and majesty as if a black meteorite was rising into the sky.

The void within a radius of dozens of miles was radiated by the invisible life force field, presenting a visual effect of surging heat waves and sticky distortion.

The ferocious and domineering demon body is wrapped in the extremely gorgeous golden armor. The two extremes are mixed together, showing a breathtaking and strange beauty.

Ronan held the axe with both hands. The ancient vicious weapon condensed from black spirit gave him a cold and real touch from his palms. Each of the patterns on the axe handle was so real, like a slightly beating pulse!
【Ancient Power】, perfect control level!
"Shh-"

Ronan raised his hand and swung the axe down. A dark halo like a full moon swung from the axe blade.

In the air before his eyes, the spiritual and energy field belonging to the late fifth level broke silently and extended out rapidly in a straight line.

"Chong-"

The battle axe and the lance collided with each other without any fancy moves. "Huff--" a large amount of black smoke with a smell of sulfur spewed out from the mouth and nose of the Black Nightmare warhorse, and it suddenly retreated a distance.

Beneath the bronze visor, a hint of surprise flashed in the pair of warm eyes. Before he could react further, the second round of axe light had already followed and chopped down on his head.

“Clang! Clang—”

On the gray wilderness, a figure wearing golden armor, with wildly dancing black hair and holding a long-handled battle axe, was constantly fighting with a knight riding a warhorse.

The black axe blade halo and the mysterious blue arc of the lance collided repeatedly.

Ancient dark meteorites, obscure and mysterious flames, no fancy spells, only the most primitive melee combat skills and a battle between pure energy.

Horrifying energy afterwaves spread out, and amid the clash of cold weapons, waves of white waves and sand tides were set off on the gray wilderness.

"Hu-hu-"

Ronan breathed evenly.

There was a ball of blazing flame burning inside his body, which was the power of the Holy Shrine of Evolution that had not yet been completely integrated.

Every time he fought with the fifth-level wizard leader Tangista in front of him, the recoil force that was far beyond his current endurance would be transmitted into his body, causing the evolutionary force to be dispersed a little, and then penetrate into his limbs and bones.

He could feel that every cell in his body was rapidly transforming and growing, and the incomplete storm patterns engraved between his flesh, blood and bones seemed to be constantly being completed by this evolutionary force.

On the character panel, the proficiency of [Austerity Body Tempering] has long become "Master (1600/1600)".

But it’s just like when you broke through from “expert” to “master”.

Although it is perfect, it is still a little short of it, so it cannot be directly promoted to the "Grand Master Level".

"Wow--"

Ronan casually slashed out a dark halo, but his consciousness became dazed for a moment.

He seemed to hear the sound of the calm water being stirred, and before his eyes, there vaguely appeared a boundless, lifeless black sea.
(End of this chapter)