Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 363 If ​​You Really Want to Get Rid of Something, Fight for Your Life
Countless invisible strings in the space were pulled by Ronan's gun. An ancient and majestic force pressed down, and the surging energy torrent between heaven and earth gathered on the tip of the gun.

The complex crisscrossing patterns on the eight-bladed spear all lit up, and more black aura emerged from the spear, bringing out a hint of dark red.

Driven by his instinctive fighting consciousness, Ronan's figure was as fast as smoke, difficult to capture, and he shot at the Black Nightmare Knight behind him.

In an instant, a dazzling spear beam formed by countless pitch-black lightning shot out, piercing through the void silently and reaching the Black Nightmare Knight in an instant.

The latter held the gun horizontally and formed seals with his hands. The mental force field and defensive energy field of a late-stage fifth-level wizard overlapped, condensing into a real magical wall in front of him, but it was shattered by the terrifying gun light in just a breath of time.

The spear light pierced straight through the Black Nightmare Knight's brow, and the latter and the Black Nightmare Warhorse under him turned into countless phantom blue ghost fires and disintegrated.

"call--"

Almost at the same time, the battle between the two broke out on the other side of the void.

The battle entered another stage, and the speed of Ronan and the Black Nightmare Knight was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

Like light, like shadow, like fog, like lightning.

One could only judge the approximate positions of the two men from the countless dense black light paths like void meridians brought about by Ronan's Eight-bladed Spear every time he attacked, and the dark blue flames floating around the Black Nightmare Knight.

The two extremely domineering forces collided repeatedly in the sky, accompanied by the neighing of the Black Nightmare Warhorse. The horrific aftermath of the battle set off waves of energy tides and violent hurricanes between heaven and earth, constantly destroying and ravaging the entire space and the earth below.

As the only spectator of the battle, Jason continued to hide backwards.

Although he was a fourth-level dawn wizard, he was not even qualified to watch the battle from a close distance. If he got a little closer to the battle group, he would feel severe pain as if his body and soul were torn apart at the same time.

In the gray wilderness, the sandstorms stirred up by the battle grew stronger and stronger, and the sky was also affected. Countless dark clouds rolled in, covering the skylight, which was not very bright to begin with.

In the darkness, energy lightning carrying a terrifying forbidden aura would occasionally fall.

In the sky that was illuminated for a moment, one could vaguely see two ancient demon-like figures fighting fiercely.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but at a certain moment, there was a sudden loud “bang” and a figure was thrown out from the raging storm like a cannonball.

Jason's heart tightened and he took two steps forward. However, when he saw clearly the person who was slowly standing up on the sand that looked like it had been plowed many times and shortened a lot, he was suddenly stunned.

The Black Nightmare Knight was seen slowly wiping the corners of his mouth with his hand, his eyes flickering rapidly, some of his armor was broken, large areas of runes dimmed, and even the Black Nightmare Warhorse that had always been inseparable from him had disappeared.

The turbid storm in the center of the battle group collapsed, and several lightning bolts streaked across the sky, illuminating the figure of Ronan standing quietly under the sky with a gun in one hand.

Ronan looked much more miserable than the Black Nightmare Knight.

The titanium armor on his body was almost in shapeless, the sixteen pairs of golden wings behind him were all withered, and there were some obvious signs of injury on his exposed body.
But his eyes were shockingly bright, and the layers of black aura around him were like waves in the Dead Sea, constantly surging with more red. The scarred eight-bladed spear in his hand was intertwined with dark red patterns, which were almost climbing to the middle of the spear.

Even Jason could clearly feel the vigorous fighting spirit bursting out of Ronan at this moment. The ink-black hair behind him was fluttering in the wind like an immortal flag.

"Come again."

High in the sky, Ronan uttered a hoarse and low voice, holding the gun in one hand, and walked down step by step in the air towards the Black Nightmare Knight below.

His demeanor is domineering and as aggressive as a sword drawn from its sheath.

The Black Nightmare Knight narrowed his eyes and suddenly patted his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a strange rune fluctuation emanated from his body, and a rolling blue flame surged out from behind him, rising rapidly and gradually condensing into a huge pattern similar to a magic circle in the void.

"Inheritance array?"

Ronan's eyes flickered and he stopped walking.

Then he quickly regained his composure, slowly tightened his grip on the eight-bladed spear, and did not change his pace.

As the magic circle pattern continued to condense, the Black Nightmare Knight's momentum rose steadily, and a torrent of energy that made people shudder with fear surged out of the magic circle pattern for no reason, forming a vast ocean in an instant, constantly lifting his body upwards.
The gold and titanium emitted bursts of soft humming sounds, and inside the body, the conch shell vibrated and the conch hummed.

Ronan felt the pressure in the void becoming increasingly heavy and slowly licked his lips.

The illusion of the black Dead Sea appeared before his eyes again - the Dead Sea was surging with waves, and a thick dark red liquid like blood was carried out from under the sea surface, staining his pupils with a hint of red.

Just as the Black Nightmare Knight's energy pressure and aura were about to reach a peak, suddenly
The dark blue magic circle behind him collapsed quietly, all the energy was retracted, and the terrifying aura disappeared in an instant.

"Ah"

A chuckle came from under the bronze mask.

The Black Nightmare Knight shook his head and said with a bit of self-mockery: "I actually want to use the power of the inheritance array with a level 4 kid like you... It's really ridiculous?"

Ronan frowned slightly, and seeing the other party's fighting spirit receding like a tide, he couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean?"

"The game time should have ended long ago."

The Black Nightmare Knight slowly took off the visor on his face, revealing a mature and handsome face of a middle-aged man with two beautiful mustaches on his lips.

"Introduce yourself."

The handsome man with a mustache smiled, "Thomas Quinn.

Would you mind telling me your name?"

Ronan stared at him, seeming a little uncomfortable with his sudden change of attitude.

His eyes flickered for a while, and Ronan finally answered in a low voice.

“Spirit Lake.

Misha."

Jason, who was far away, was stunned when he heard it. He quickly reached out and scratched his bald head, then turned his face away as if nothing had happened.

"Spirit Lake... Indeed, I should have remembered the symbol of this force long ago."

The man named Thomas showed a look of realization on his face, and then nodded, "Misha, right? I remember this name."

He looked Ronan up and down with an undisguised admiring look and said, "Among the young men I have met in my life, your excellence ranks among the top three in every aspect."

The eight-bladed spear in Ronan's hand rang slightly, and he said calmly: "Among the level 5 old guys I have met, your resistance to beating can also be ranked in the top three." The handsome mustache froze for a moment, and the next second he cursed with a helpless smile: "You little brat!"

He casually pulled out something that looked like a medal, which seemed to be some kind of communication prop and was glowing slightly.

The handsome man with a mustache stared at the medal in his hand with a slightly frown on his face, but his brows quickly relaxed again, without any disturbance on his face.

"See you sometime, little one."

The man with the handsome mustache bent two fingers and placed them to his mouth, then blew a loud whistle. Soon, the void in front of him rippled, and an intact Black Nightmare warhorse jumped out of the void with a snort.

The handsome man with a mustache mounted his horse in a chic manner, put on his visor, looked down at Ronan, and said with a faint smile: "Next time I see you, I will definitely tie you up and take you back to the Third Army."

"is it?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes.

The handsome man with a mustache said nothing more. He pulled the reins, and both he and the Black Nightmare warhorse turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Ronan stood where he was, quietly looking at the direction where the man and the horse left. One second, two seconds, three seconds... until half an hourglass had passed, the eight-bladed spear in his hand, and the gold and titanium surrounding his body, all collapsed in an instant.

"Kacha kacha——"

The whole person was like a completely deflated ball, and he withdrew from the state of the ancient demon body in the Six-Layered Spiral Palace.

His black hair faded back to white, and he leaned on the ground with one hand. The wounds left by the battle were particularly shocking on his pale and thin body. With a docile puppy like titanium guarding him, the sense of brokenness he exuded became stronger.
"Damien!"

Jason rushed to Ronan's side like a gust of wind, his eyes complicated and filled with a hint of worry.

Ronan raised his hand to block his support, shook his head, and casually took out a square black stone box, extracted some of the power of the healing shrine, and silently converted and absorbed it.

"pity."

Ronan felt the scars on his body gradually fading away. He stood up, slowly took out his robe and put it on.

"What's a pity?"

Jason couldn't help but ask.

"It's a pity that I couldn't force out the power of his inherited magic circle."

Ronan smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe bit by bit, regaining his original calm and composed demeanor, and said calmly: "Otherwise I should be able to complete the final breakthrough under that pressure."

Jason was stunned when he heard that, then subconsciously took a few steps away from him, shaking his head as he spoke: "You are such a lunatic... I'm already beginning to regret being friends with you. I'm really afraid that one day you will lead us to a dead end together."

"Jason Franklin."

Ronan suddenly called Jason by his full name.

He looked at Jason and said calmly, "You should take my words to heart if you really want to get rid of something.

You must have the determination to move forward and fight with your life."

Jason was stunned, then he lowered his head and fell silent for unknown reasons.

"Let's go."

Ronan gave Jason some time to think and digest the situation alone, then asked him to leave.

The two followed the teleportation point marked by Ronan and continued along the original route.

Halfway through the journey, Jason suddenly spoke.

"Damien, let's separate here."

Ronan stopped, seemingly not too surprised by his decision.

“It would really be better if you went back the same way.

The teleportation point I marked is connected to an ancient ruin, and I am currently participating in a trial, so I may not be able to take care of you in the following actions."

"When did I suddenly become a useless person who needs your care in every way and only holds you back?"

Jason smiled, his expression seemed a little bitter.

"Wait until you find the treasure of the golden mouse and then notify me. If I don't receive your message, you don't have to wait for me..."

Jason said to Ronan with a serious face, “Damien, see you next time.

I will definitely surpass you, at least I won’t be regarded as your follower. "

Ronan looked at Jason with a strange expression, and it was obvious that what he had just said to Jason had touched him a little.

“Not a bad ambition.”

Ronan patted Jason on the shoulder to show encouragement, "Well, I wish you success."

“I always feel like something is weird”

Jason muttered a few words to himself, and without saying goodbye to Ronan, he turned around and left quickly in one direction.

Ronan looked at his receding back, a look of amusement appeared on his face, he shook his head, and left alone.

In the gray wilderness with dim sky, two figures parted ways.

It didn't take Ronan long to return to the teleportation point he had marked.

A simple spell node was activated, a beam of white light rose up, and Ronan walked in.

The scene before his eyes changed for a while, and when all the fluctuations settled down, he returned to the dark, decayed and damp ancient waterway again.

(End of this chapter)