Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 382 Secret Pupa——Transformation of Magic, [Butterfly of the Void Cave]!
Dense golden rune chains emerged from the golden gears at his wrists and locked around Ronan one by one.

Each golden rune chain released a mysterious sealing force, locking the physical strength tightly, and sealing the surging Dead Sea back bit by bit.
"Kakaka-"

With the blessing of golden rune chains, Ronan's tall and ferocious body shrank rapidly.
"Was this a trap from the beginning?"

"The second stage of the ring mark and the third stage of the stone of destiny constitute this curse that specifically seals the body."

"You have been prepared to change the rules of the game at any time."

"but."

"why me?"

Ronan raised his head and looked towards the half-open door high in the sky. His handsome face, which had returned to its original state, looked extremely pale, with a hint of confusion.

At this time, he has completely returned to his normal state.

He wore a crystal crown, his long white hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and golden rune chains were wrapped around him like a python. His aura was fading, revealing the essence of a fourth-level wizard.
He should have won the victory that ended all of this and enjoyed the glory of triumph, but the sword in his hand was suddenly taken away from him. He fell from the peak to the bottom, like a monarch who was forced into a desperate situation and his country was ruined and destroyed.

The person behind the half-open door did not respond to him, but just watched quietly, as if this was exactly what it wanted to see.

The situation on the field changed so quickly that not only Ronan, but everyone else also failed to react.

Before everyone could recover from the great shock that Ronan was about to defeat Sarlanch, who had revealed all his cards, they suddenly realized that Ronan had lost all his advantages and his momentum was rapidly weakening.

"Kaka——"

Sarlanchi was the first to realize it. His eyes flashed and he formed seals with his hands.

Sagadi's Garden of Corpses was reorganized, and the ghost of the king covered in rotten flesh and blood reappeared.

This time, there was no sea of ​​blood to hinder the expansion of the deep ghost den. The sword of corruption in the ghost king's hand slashed out, and a huge blue sword light directly split the huge battlefield space into two, tearing through the void, carrying an infinite tide of dark undead energy, and slashing straight towards Ronan.

"Rumble--"

Large areas of the void were shattered and twisted, forbidden arcs of lightning intertwined, and in the state of [Ethereal Extreme Mind], gold sang the song of fire and gold with titanium, transforming into a huge golden blade wheel to resist.

But after just one encounter, the gorgeous golden blade wheel shattered, wailing with titanium, and Ronan's figure kept flying backwards.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and the golden rune chain on his right hand continued to emerge.

The layers of sealing power completely locked up his physical strength. On the character panel, the [Immaculate Body] after the talent column was in an inactivated state. He could not sense the existence of the Dead Sea power, and the runes of ancient power were motionless.

The [Spiral Palace] in his body was also broken. Although it was not difficult to reconstruct it, it was also sealed and locked. He was already in the process of transformation and was about to enter the [Austerity Body Tempering] master-level breakthrough opportunity.

"hiss--"

While Ronan continued to manipulate titanium to resist and avoid the pursuit of the king's ghost, he took a deep breath and quickly thought of a way to break the deadlock.

He tried to break the seal of the golden rune chain, but the power of the seal was more mysterious than he had ever seen before, and seemed to be a curse specifically targeting the physical body.

A trace of the sealing power was still continuously seeping into Ronan's limbs and bones. Ronan could hear his flesh and bones making "cracking" sounds as if they were being blocked.

However, it was precisely because of the heavy squeezing effect of this sealing force that some of the potential essence in the flesh and blood seemed to be squeezed out.

Ronan suddenly felt that there were dense threads connecting his soul and body in his body that kept emitting light, and then a black light cocoon under the dark gold core was infused with this power.
"Om-"

With a slight tremor, countless dark purple lines on the pure black cocoon surface quietly lit up, and then
The mysterious light shines brightly.

"The [Secret Pupa]...is finally mature."

At the same time, Ronan, who was dodging outside, suddenly stopped running.

At this moment, his eyes were full of wonder, and he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the half-open door in the sky.

The next second, countless black lights burst out from his body, one after another, wrapping around his entire body like a spring silkworm spinning silk.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan completely transformed into a black energy cocoon several meters high, standing in the field.

"Um?!"

The long sword of the Ruined King, covered with rotten flesh and corpse blood, quietly froze in front of the cocoon of light. There was a flash of light in the field, and Sarlanch, with the Garden of Corpses on his back, appeared in front of the huge black cocoon of light like a flash.

Sarlanch squinted his eyes and stared at the black light cocoon in front of him. He could clearly sense Ronan's aura surging in it. The seven dazzling spirit crystals obscured his expression, so his current expression could not be seen clearly.

After a few breaths, Sarlanchi's eyes suddenly flashed.

"Click——"

Forbidden lightning streaked across the sky, and the originally motionless ghost of the king suddenly slashed at the black cocoon of light with a sword.

"boom!"

The surface of the huge black light cocoon sank directly, and dense cracks appeared at the place where it was hit by the sword. It was thrown to one side and hit the ground heavily, creating a big hole and raising billowing smoke and dust.

One could sense that as the sword fell, Ronan's aura within the light cocoon suddenly weakened.

"Mystifying..."

Sarlanchi's face returned to calm, and he walked step by step towards the place where the light cocoon fell. The Garden of Corpses stretched out a long staircase of rotten and festering corpses under his feet, making him look like a king dominating the Garden of Corpses.

"It turns out that this is just a secret method for defense. But this kind of protection method that can only wait for death, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Sarlanchi's eyes were cold. As he walked down, the ghost of the king slowly followed with a sword in hand.

All around, the wizards from the Witch Heart Palace also had uncertain expressions, and with strange eyes, they slowly gathered around like subjects and believers.

"Sagadi"

Sarlanchi formed a seal with one hand, and the magic domain around him expanded, with traces of magic fluctuations emanating from it.

The ghost of the king in front of him began to raise the sword in his hand. Some mysterious and strange evil runes shaped like broken limbs and arms appeared on the sword. The terrifying power gathered rapidly, making the whole dilapidated sword look more gorgeous.

"Sword of Corpses!" Sarlanch was about to control the King's Ghost to deliver this horrifying blow. At this moment, a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Spread your hands and hold the light cocoon tightly.

"us."

Hathaway bit her lip hard, blood seeping from it, and said with difficulty: "Admit defeat. Voluntarily withdraw from this trial."

Sarlanch narrowed his eyes, looked coldly at Hathaway in front of him, shook his head and said, "You are not qualified to say that. Let him say it himself."

After saying that, he said coldly: "Get lost."

The king's ghost body moved slightly, and the leaked power formed a terrible cold wind, which instantly tore through the energy field around Hathaway and made her thin body tremble.

Hathaway seemed to not feel the intimidation at all. She widened her eyes and sneered, "You are such a waste, how dare you say such things? If it weren't for that damn bastard!"

Hathaway raised her head and pointed directly at the half-open door in the sky, staring at it fiercely like a she-wolf, and then said, "You should have been kneeling and licking my master's feet by now."

Sarlanchi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and without any warning, the ghost king swung the sword in his hand and slashed at Hathaway's head.

Hathaway did not dodge, but just opened her arms and giggled. Her long wavy hair turned visibly from blonde to gray, and there were even traces of wrinkles on her face. Her lake green eyes revealed a hint of madness.

"Soul-burning spell?!"

Sarlanchi's eyes moved slightly, but the movements of the king's ghost that he controlled did not stop at all.

At this moment, a bright light like a meteor suddenly shot towards them from a distance, "Bang——"

The king's ghostly sword turned around, and its terrifying power directly chopped off the ball of light!
"Quasimodo!"

Sarlanchi's cold gaze was cast in a certain direction, where an ugly young man with a slightly hunched back and burns on his face was taking a deep breath and raising his hand to pull the bowstring for the second time.

At a glance from Sarlanchi, several level five wizards from the Witch Heart Palace nearby immediately moved towards the young man with a sneer, with spell fluctuations emanating from each of them.

On the other side, a young man wearing a Linghu flame robe had flickering eyes, shook his head, and retreated with his wizards.

Sarlanchi turned around, raised his head and looked into the eyes behind the half-open door in the sky, as if he got some kind of tacit approval from the other party's indifferent eyes.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he clasped his hands together in a gesture as if it was his destiny.

In an instant, the whole person's aura merged with the garden of corpses behind him, and his movements were synchronized with the ghost of the king in front of him.

The Sword of Corpses was raised again.

At this moment, there was no force that could stop him from striking down with this sword!
"call--"

Sarlanch looked down from above and slowly slashed out with his sword. The power of an entire garden of corpses and a deep den of ghosts seemed to be contained in this sword. Countless energies between heaven and earth were pulled, and the sky above the oasis seemed to be stained with ink.

Under the power of this sword, Hathaway, who was chanting the Soul-Burning Spell, was still as weak as a bubble that would burst with a poke, even though her mental strength was forcibly raised to several times its original level.

In just a moment, Hathaway's golden hair turned gray, and blood seeped all over her body as her hair stuck to her scalp like dead grass.

The terrifying power of the spell made her frail body shake, like a straw that could be uprooted at any time under the raging wind. However, she gritted her teeth and tried to spread her arms to protect the black cocoon of light behind her.

It seemed that Hathaway was about to be torn into pieces by this sword, and there was even a long bloody mark on her wrinkled brow.

At this moment, I just heard.
A series of "click, click" sounds.

A sound like breaking out of a cocoon.

A hand reached out from behind Hathaway and gently pressed down the evil and broken sword of corpses.

Hathaway was stunned.

Then, his face, which looked more than twenty years older and covered with bloodstains, showed a brilliant smile like a blooming flower.

"Master~"

"Om-"

A strange wave quickly spread throughout the venue, and the originally turbulent battlefield was forcibly calmed down and quieted down.

Everyone's eyes turned to one point at the same time. Sarlanch, who was still holding his sword, also had his eyes fixed in a daze, as if he had seen some indescribable strange scene.

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The black cocoon of light had shattered and disappeared at some point.

At the location where the black light cocoon originally was, there stood a strange figure that could not be described in words.

Every line of the body is perfectly symmetrical and upright.

Every piece of skin was stained with pure black, with densely packed blue and purple spots of light floating above the black, outlining extremely complex and gorgeous patterns.

Extremely strong magical fluctuations emanated from this figure.

His whole body seemed to be bathed in a small, slowly flowing, brilliant nebula, with an indescribable mysterious and beautiful posture.

When a pair of wings of glow that look like butterfly wings and also like a miniature nebula spread out behind it, this gorgeous, vast, magnificent and mysterious beauty suddenly reaches a peak.

"Crack!"

Ronan crushed the Corpse Sword in his hand as casually as if it were a biscuit.

Then he gently flapped the Nebula Butterfly wings behind him.
In an instant, it seemed as if all the free energy particles in the entire oasis were rushing towards him, and he became a bottomless black hole. The aura on his body was completely released like a vast nebula, encompassing the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye!

"Secret Chrysalis - Transformation of Magic."

"【Hollow Hollow Butterfly】!"

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