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Chapter 381 [Sagadi Corpse Courtyard]! Fate is unpredictable

Chapter 381 [Sagadi Corpse Courtyard]! Fate is unpredictable
From the beginning to the end, Ronan had only one opponent——

That is the "new prophet" hiding behind the half-open door!
Ronan had no idea how the other party had "targeted" him. He entered the battlefield with the purpose of seeking clues about the "Awake Snake", but it was as if he had accidentally entered an elaborate "game board".

The man-made "hand of fate" kept fiddling with him, which went against his original intention of embarking on the path of a wizard and completely aroused his rebellious spirit.

The pair of eyes behind the half-open door stared at Ronan quietly without making any response.

Ronan clenched his right hand, the power of the Dead Sea in the blood veins of ancient power roared and surged, and the mark of the golden gear on his wrist made a "cracking" sound as if it could not bear the heavy weight, as if it could burst at any time.

"boom!"

Ronan swung his spear down, and infinite power of the Dead Sea radiated from the tip of the eight-bladed spear, transforming into a condensed and twisted blood-red stream of light, which pierced through Sarlanch below in just a moment.

Sarlanchi, in his true spirit form, staggered backwards. Even though his face could not be seen clearly, one could feel his shocked and confused emotions.

"Sagadi"

Sarlanchi formed seals with his hands and uttered obscure syllables of an incantation.

Waves of strange and bizarre magical fluctuations emanated from him, and the curtain of the ghost den was raised again, and the totem of the eight-armed black scorpion appeared, and it seemed that it had only really started to work at this time.

"Boom - boom -"

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, unexpectedly feeling a slight heavy pressure being placed on himself.

The light above my head dimmed rapidly, and the blood color of the Dead Sea faded away layer by layer.

He saw that the ancient altars behind Sarlanch were converging towards one place, as if they were about to form another form.

"Kakaka-"

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a larger and more ancient circular altar.

It seemed that what Ronan could see was only a small part of the altar, and most of the altar was immersed in the endless darkness behind Sarlanch.

But even so, it is like a corner of an ancient and dilapidated royal court, making people feel the indescribable desolation, heaviness and majesty that still exists across the long river of time.

The three blurry ghosts that were previously crushed by Ronan reappeared, all standing on the huge altar.

Dark blue flames ignited from beneath their feet and transformed into countless dark blue scorpions, gnawing at them frantically with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

Three blurry ghost figures opened their mouths and let out silent howls of pain, but then they knelt down one after another with a pious posture as if they were welcoming something.

"Sacrifice?!"

Ronan immediately understood the meaning of the scene before him, and his eyes flickered slightly.

It was the first time he saw a spell that required sacrificing one's own undead servants to accomplish summoning.

Sarlanchi, whose Yuan Ling grade is as high as seven stars and whose inherited magic circle is continuously running, seems to use all his strength to promote the strange magic ritual before him.

Even so, his seven soul crystals that represented the source of his power were also constantly dimming, and in this battlefield space, almost all the darkness and undead free energy particles were drained away.

"Is this the inheritance of Wuxin Palace?"

Ronan frowned and looked around, trying to find the answer from the other wizards of the Witch Heart Palace.

But all they saw were inexplicably fanatical and pious faces, especially those level five elites led by Ulian, who cut their palms one after another and let the blood flow out.

The blood was pulled by an invisible force, forming lines of blood flowing towards Sarlanch, merging into the ancient altar ceremony and condensing into a scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern.

They were also chanting something, but the specific content of the spell was completely inaudible. It seemed that they were echoing the syllables uttered by Sarlanchi.

Ronan waited calmly without disturbing anyone, swallowing and spitting out the halo, and the Dead Sea took a break.

The power at the bottom of the Dead Sea has been successfully leveraged, and his melee combat system has been upgraded. Now, the only thing he has left to break through is [Austerity Body Tempering].

It was the last thin layer of window paper, which could be broken by a breath.

Right now, this is the opportunity Ronan wants.

"call--"

The three blurry ghosts on the ancient altar were all devoured by the flaming blue scorpion, and the sacrifice was completed.

After devouring the three ghost shadows, the countless blue scorpions gathered together and turned into dark blue flames again. They then slowly expanded and rose higher, constantly approaching the scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern on the top.

"Rumble--"

A heavy sound suddenly appeared in the air, as if an invisible door had been opened.

An inexplicable cold wind blew out from the invisible portal and swept across the entire place.

In an instant, the blood-red halo around Ronan froze - he actually felt as if all the blood in his body and even his soul were frozen!

At this time, Sarlanchi, who had been maintaining the ceremony, stopped chanting the spell.

At this moment, his seven soul crystals were all dim, his breath was weak, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded by an unknown ancient force, which actually suppressed Ronan's Dead Sea aura.

Sarlanch leaned against the ancient altar with endless darkness, and the dark blue flames condensed into an extremely tall and majestic body behind him.

The body's appearance could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen was that it was wearing tattered monarch-style armor and a twisted black crown on its head. In the center of the crown was an eight-armed scorpion that looked like it was inlaid with blood diamonds.

Some corrupted and rotten flesh and blood were dripping from its body like wax, releasing a strong ancient and evil smell.
"Sagadi"

Sarlanch's momentum reached an unprecedented peak when the ghost of the monarch wearing a blood diamond crown appeared.

He slowly raised his head, and under the seven dim spirit crystals, a beam of light fell directly on Ronan's face, and he spoke softly: "Garden of Corpses!"

"Be prepared to face the wrath of the Lord of Corpses."

"Buzz!"

The moment Sarlanch finished speaking, Ronan felt his whole body tighten, and an unprecedented strong sense of crisis surged from the bottom of his heart.

With the dual blessing of [Ethereal Mind] and [Instinct's Grip], his combat awareness had already reached an unspeakable extreme height.

Almost without thinking, Ronan shook his demon body.

The blood veins all over his body suddenly lit up, gold roared, and the retreating power of the Dead Sea surged forward again.

"Boom!" The blood-red sea filled with countless corpses appeared again. Under the falling blood-red lightning, the Dead Sea was surging, and a tragic and heroic song sounded!
"[Death Sea of ​​Morro-Cry of Sorrow]!"

Ronan swept his spear across, and the power of the forbidden domain of true meaning exploded, and the sky and earth suddenly became a dark blood color.

"Boom!"

The ghost figure wearing the king's armor who walked out of the ancient corpse garden appeared before his eyes without knowing when.

In his hand appeared a monarch's sword covered with blood, which collided with Ronan's spear!

"Click——"

Countless blood-red and dark blue lightning flashed and intertwined under the dark sky, illuminating the two figures both wearing crowns.

At this moment, above the turbulent crimson Dead Sea, it seemed as if two kings were fighting to the death.

Ronan felt the terrifying aura of the King's ghost in front of him, and the huge pressure. The barrier before the Grandmaster level of [Austerity Body Forging] was constantly loosening.
"Oh!"

Ronan pierced the face of the monarch ghost with a spear, and the tip of the eight-bladed spear came out from the back of the opponent's head. The terrifying power of the Dead Sea stirred and almost shook off the twisted crown on the ghost's head.

But at the same time, a sword of the Ruined Lord with blood flowing also passed in front of Ronan.

The terrifying force directly caused the gold and titanium to wail, and a huge crack appeared silently on the armor. Ronan's powerful force field was broken, and the body of the demon underneath was also injured. The iron-like flesh and blood were torn apart, and a corrosive and corrupt force was even constantly drilling into his body.

Ronan's aura fluctuated violently, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

-

He almost heard the sound of the last layer of the [Austerity Body Tempering] barrier cracking.

"You can't stop me."

"The flood...the great death"

Ronan's body was stained with blood, but he seemed to be in the midst of an unprecedented, indescribable, miraculous transformation.
Looking forward to another new life!

"I will crush them all!!"

"boom!"

Unparalleled terrifying power erupted from Ronan. Countless blood lines appeared on his majestic demon body, and more and more majestic blood light was still bursting out from under his flesh and blood.

The blood color between heaven and earth grew thicker, and the dark Dead Sea continued to surge and rise.

Ronan's almost knee-length hair began to turn into a crystal clear crimson color one by one. The runes of ancient power on his body seemed to come alive and began to grow and transform into another new pattern.

"[Death Sea of ​​Morro-Cry of Sorrow]!"

Ronan stabbed out with his gun, and the countless corpses floating on the Dead Sea beneath his feet all wailed, and the wailing sounds played a tragic war song like an epic reenactment.

At this moment, Ronan completely turned into a blazing and dazzling blood-red sun. Before the eight-bladed spear reached his opponent, the ghostly body of the monarch wearing a twisted crown showed signs of collapse and shattering.

"Kacha kacha——"

The corpse-pile royal court behind Sarlanch was also crumbling.

Sarlanchi kept backing away, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. The waves of consciousness he released were filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

"How can this be?!"

"call--"

The blazing sun rolled over the monarch's ghostly body, the terrifying true-meaning forbidden domain smashed all the ghosts and monsters wherever it passed, the black royal court was collapsing, and the dark sea of ​​blood was taking over everything.

"boom!"

Ronan stood in front of Sarlanch, looking down at him from above, and calmly thrust his gun downwards.
"Ding--"

As the spears fell, the battle was about to end completely.

A slight sound suddenly froze everything.

Ronan stopped moving, and the illusion of the Dead Sea under his feet stopped. He frowned slightly and stared at the thing that suddenly appeared and blocked the tip of the spear.

-

It was a palm-sized statue.

It was grey and carved from stone, and it showed Ronan's own appearance.

It is lifelike, as if someone had carved it specifically in his image.

"The Stone of Destiny?"

Suddenly, Ronan saw the Stone of Destiny engraved with his image suddenly shatter. Immediately afterwards, a mysterious aura was released and instantly penetrated into his body.

At the same time, the golden gear mark on Ronan's wrist suddenly shone brightly.

The golden light condensed into golden chains with countless mysterious runes flowing on them, constantly binding Ronan.

The moment the first golden rune chain fell on Ronan, "Crack—"

A blue snail deep inside Ronan shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the blazing and majestic power in the body quickly faded, the blood veins of the ancient power disappeared one by one, and the Dead Sea fell silent.
Ronan felt the power rapidly moving away from him. He was about to achieve a breakthrough. He looked up in a daze, and looked at the half-open door in the sky with some disbelief.

"you"

Ronan stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab something.

The eyes behind the half-open door just blinked slightly, and then
A line of small golden words that he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in Ronan's eyes - [Fate... is so unpredictable.]

"Protruding!"

Ronan raised his right hand and made a middle finger gesture towards the half-open door.

At this moment, he had completely and thoroughly fallen from the state of the scorching blood-red sun.

(End of this chapter)

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