Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 374 Repair, Accumulation

It was just a bunch of crude ornaments made of roughly polished bones. Ronan found teeth, finger bones, skulls, etc. among them, some belonging to humans and some to unknown beasts.

Each bone was covered with strange black patterns, like some kind of totem symbol, giving people a weird and evil feeling.

These bone ornaments and the corpse of the goat-headed monster on the ground immediately reminded Ronan of the goat-horned mask he had obtained from the leader of the "Ancient Witch Resurrection Society". The styles of the two were very similar, as if they were inherited from the same civilization.

So does the "rotten evil" mentioned in the fable refer to the Resurrection of the Ancient Witches?

Ronan remembered that Molly had told him that a protracted war broke out between the alien forces led by the Abyss Demons and the ancient wizards. Although the war ended with the victory of the ancient wizards, a part of the remnants of the Abyss Demons were also lurking at the bottom of the world, and the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was their shadow.

They may have human appearance, but the blood of abyss monsters flows in their bodies.

This also seems to confirm the first sentence of the fable.

So what does the last sentence mean?
Are the remnants of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society the ones who want to make a comeback, or are they the terrifying army of abyss monsters that were repelled by wizards in ancient times? !

Ronan held the goat-head monster's bone ornament in his hand, looking at the oasis in front of him that was corrupted by evil, his eyes flickering.

He suddenly felt that this so-called "Stone of Destiny" trial seemed to be trying to explain and reveal something to this group of wizards who were taking the trial.

Someone stood on the rotten and decaying corpse of the former Keldiim Wizard Empire and told them a bloody truth.
“It stinks.”

Hathaway came from behind, covering her nose and looking like she was about to vomit.

"Can you see the hint on the ground?"

Ronan asked her.

Hathaway stared at the ground for a while, nodded, and then read out what she saw word by word - [They are not the product of the impulse of humans and sheep... They are more dirty than you think. ]

“So boring”

Hathaway finished reading it and complained speechlessly.

It seems that only I can see that fable, or maybe the prompts that everyone sees in the trial are different?

Ronan's eyes flickered, he picked up the body of the sheep-headed monster on the ground, and called Hathaway to move on.

The Oasis of Quevada was larger than Ronan had imagined, and the sparsely vegetated plains were filled with wandering sheep-headed monsters.

These sheep-headed monsters seem to exist in the form of some kind of tribe. They possess considerable intelligence, but most of their will is dominated by the instinct of killing and destruction. Their strength is not weak, but their means of attack are quite simple. Once you get familiar with them, it is not difficult to deal with them.

Ronan discovered that goat-headed monsters of the same level could provide more energy to the elemental pool than ordinary monsters, which was good news for him.

After clearing out five groups of sheep-headed monsters, Ronan unexpectedly encountered the long-lost "night" in the Oasis of Quevada.

The sheep-headed monsters appeared more frequently at night, and their spear-throwing attacks became more concealed under the cover of darkness. They emerged from all directions of the plain like a tide, wave after wave, with unique tracking skills, and kept chasing Ronan and the other man.

"Hu-hu-"

The sword light of [Golden Origin] shines a light brighter than fireworks in the dark night, harvesting the lives of waves of sheep-headed monsters in front of it like harvesting wheat.

Ronan heard rapid breathing, turned his head, and saw Hathaway's slightly pale profile.

"Feeling the pressure?"

Ronan casually summoned a few water elements to add to Hathaway's "elemental army" and asked casually.

Hathaway bit her lip and said firmly, "This time when I go back, I will try to advance to the fifth level. My grandmother has already prepared everything for me, but I have been slacking off before. This time... I feel it is almost done."

The "pain" that Ronan inflicted on Hathaway opened a valve deep in her soul, and seemed to awaken some of her long-forgotten talents.

In fact, Hathaway's progress was very fast. Her soul power was increasing almost every day. Every time Ronan checked her strength, he couldn't help but feel amazed.

Mrs. Merle should really thank him.

The golden blade light cut through the bodies of the sheep-headed monsters and swept across the black wilderness. It seemed to have hit something, and with a "bang" some earth and rocks exploded.

At this time, the first ray of morning light just fell in the sky and the darkness retreated.

Ronan walked down step by step from the sky on a long ladder made of golden flames. He saw a black altar that was shattered by the magic knife light among the shattered corpses of the goat-headed monsters.

Behind the altar appeared a crack in the ground that was more than five meters long and was constantly wriggling like a black earthworm. A thick smell of corruption continued to leak out from it.

"A rift in another world space?"

Ronan felt waves of spatial energy from the edge of the crack. He was sure that the sheep-headed monster roaming on the plain had emerged from the crack in front of him. He seemed to have found the root cause of the corruption of the Quevada Oasis.

Ronan stared at the crack in the ground in front of him, and at a certain moment he felt an urge to drill in and see what was behind the crack.

Of course, he extinguished this impulse as soon as it arose. The composition of "space" is much more complicated than most people imagine, and not every space channel is bidirectional.

Even if he really had the courage to enter the crack in the ground in front of him, what he would see after passing through might not be the "truth" he wanted.

Ronan stood quietly in front of the crack for a while. After hearing the unique roar of the sheep-headed monster again, he stretched out his right hand towards the crack with five fingers spread out.

A mysterious silver light flashed in his deep blue eyes, and waves of space magic emanated from between his five fingers, covering the crack in the ground in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the black crack in the ground that looked like a wriggling earthworm began to "heal" rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the squeeze of waves of spatial energy, until it completely disappeared from the ground.

——[Incredible, you actually have the ability to 'cure' them! ]

A line of small words slowly appeared where the crack in the ground disappeared.

Ronan frowned slightly as he looked at the small words, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

He had become somewhat accustomed to the constant prompts during the trial, but ever since the last parable appeared, the prompts he saw had become increasingly subjective, which made him feel as if he was being watched.

It was as if there were a pair of invisible eyes, always existing in some invisible place behind him, watching his every move.

Ronan felt a strong burning sensation at his wrist. He raised his hand and found that more than half of the circular mark on his hand had been filled.

The action of "repairing" the space crack just now made the completion progress of his mark jump up a lot. The person who initiated this trial seemed to encourage Ronan's behavior very much.

Ronan grabbed the sleeve of his robe, gently covered his wrist, and calmly told Hathaway to continue walking.

Now it seems like we have returned to the first stage of clearing out the monsters wandering in the waterways.

Fight, fight endlessly, as if there are endless monsters to be eliminated.
This process was not too boring for Ronan. His [Golden Fire] was repeatedly tempered in battle, and the proficiency of the five inherited spells continued to improve. The one with the lowest proficiency was almost approaching the second stage of magic domain resonance, and the one with the highest proficiency, [Golden Soul], was already heading towards the master-level proficiency mark of 1,500 points.

It won’t be long before there will be another qualitative change.

The Elemental Pool was also slowly approaching the fifth stage. The corpses of monsters in the Elemental Pool piled up into a mountain. The speed at which the corpses decomposed into energy was almost unable to keep up with the speed of accumulation.
"call--"

A bonfire was lit, and the orange-red flames dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Ronan sat casually in front of the campfire, slowly tearing the dried wind snake meat that the wizards of the Astronomical Society had left behind.

Hathaway was concentrating on boiling a pot of water, poking the fire from time to time with the end of her staff.

Neither of them spoke. The cleaning function of the robes could not dispel the thick, bloody and foul smell left on the two men from days of fighting.

——[So warm~]

——[It would be even better if I could have a sip of hot soup at this time. 】

Next to the fire, a few lines of small words slowly emerged on the ground.

Ronan glanced at Hathaway and found that there was nothing unusual on her face.

Obviously, this was another hint that only he could see.

Perhaps it can no longer be considered a hint. It is more like an invisible "ghost" who is sitting by the fire with Ronan, stretching his arms and legs to warm himself by the fire, smiling at Ronan and sighing with satisfaction.

“The New Prophet”

Ronan chewed these words together with the dried meat, imagining in his mind what the person behind this "title" looked like.

After a moment, he shook his head, brushing away these meaningless thoughts and speculations, looking at the bonfire in front of him. Titanium slowly flowed out from under the sleeves of his robe, and then swam into the fire in front of him like a snake.

He watched as the golden titanium and flame danced together, separating into infinitesimally small forms.

The two energy particles of metal and flame produce a wonderful resonance, and the flame gradually turns into a brilliant golden color, with some dreamy and blurred glow looming in the firelight.

Ronan enjoyed the current atmosphere very much - beside the burning fire, travelers told ancient stories passed down from generation to generation, and used the firelight to outline epics to soothe their tired minds and bodies.

An inexplicable feeling of tranquility and peace, very suitable for him to digest and sort out the gains from the battle along the way, comprehend the deeper mysteries of [Golden Fire], and glimpse the distant golden country in the golden dream.
Just as Ronan was quietly meditating during this fragmented time, suddenly, a beam of fire rising into the sky in the distance woke him up from his immersion.

Hathaway stood up suddenly, and strong waves of magical energy came, causing the campfire to sway.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, radiated his mental power, and whispered, "Go and take a look."

"Yes."

Hathaway quickly put out the bonfire.

(End of this chapter)