Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 393 The truth, the inevitable ending, three years

Ronan immediately gave up the idea of ​​seclusion and walked out of the secret room again.

The old corridor was empty, and the small door leading to the Prophet Eve's room was closed. Ronan took a quick look and walked straight to the end of the other side.

Once again arriving at the Quevada Oasis, Ronan landed and strolled on the land of the oasis.

From time to time, the severely corrupted plain would emit strange noises like the groaning of a giant. The soil permeated with mucus would wriggle slightly like flesh and blood. Some monsters from other worlds were running on the plains, and when they smelled Ronan's scent, they all actively gathered towards him.

The titanium separated itself like countless golden doves flapping their gorgeous wings and flew out from under Ronan's robe, then formed into a huge wing blade shape, wrapped in asphalt-like flames and rolling heat waves, and splashed them in all directions.
Monsters were easily harvested like clusters of black wheat under the sharp blade of [Golden Origin]. Ronan's lips moved slightly, and while gold and titanium were wreaking havoc, crystal clear ice chips fell from between his fingers. The ice chips condensed into exquisite snowflakes around him. Any snowflake that was blown away would set off an ice storm on the corrupted plains.

Mirrors like flowing mercury kept appearing around him, and occasionally Ronan's figure would suddenly explode, breaking into dozens of silver-glowing human figures.

At the turn of day and night, a dark and deep sun rises from the land of Quevada Oasis, like a bottomless abyss, madly devouring all the evil and corruption around it.
Metal and fire, ice, space, energy, and the undead Ahashiya's [Ghost Arrow]... Ronan switched between spells of each type at will. He was like a tireless spellcasting machine. Only when his mental strength was completely exhausted would he stop, summon a certain number of elemental guards with the Crown of Deep Knowledge, and then begin to meditate to recover.

Ronan remained in a "dream" state. Occasionally, some messy and trivial information and images would be transmitted to him from the projection, and he had to devote part of his mind to deal with them.

The "hard training" carried out by both sides at the same time will inevitably cause certain interference to the main body.

Because of the huge difference between the speed of time flow in dreams and reality, as well as the influence of various factors, the actual situation is much more complicated.

However, as Ronan continued to adjust and adapt himself, this impact was gradually decreasing.

One night two months later.

Next to the blazing orange bonfire, Ronan was concentrating on fiddling with a black metal plate in his hand in the light of the flame.

There were faint rune fluctuations emanating from the metal plate, and some glowing fragments of matter were floating on one side.

It was the metal plate that might record clues about the "Hammer of Golin" that was obtained from the Silver Ear Goblin's treasure house. Ronan would take it out to study during his free time. He has now pieced together a small part of the pattern on the board. At this rate, it would only take a few years to complete the piece.

Just as Ronan was gently fiddling with a tiny glowing "fragment" on the metal plate, he suddenly stopped moving and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Om-"

A huge torrent of information burst out from the depths of his mind, and the shadow of a small silver snake flashed before his eyes.

Ronan closed his eyes immediately, and in an instant huge amounts of soul power surged up in his body like a tide. The [Star Force Field] naturally penetrated his body and expanded rapidly visibly, presenting a transparent and distorted scene around Ronan's body like rippling water.

This process lasted for about the length of two hourglasses before gradually fading away.

After all the disturbances had completely subsided, Ronan slowly opened his eyes.

"The advantage of using soul projection to enter dreams is that it does not take up real-life practice time, but the disadvantage is..."

Ronan took a deep breath and cast [Soul of Gold]. Invisible golden fire rose from his body, steaming up wisps of grey smoke containing soul impurities.

"At the end of the dream, when the projection returns, there will be a 'settlement' process, which requires the user to withstand a soul shock that is several times greater than that of a normal dream."

Of course, if the soul strength gradually increases, this impact will be nothing.

Ronan called up the character panel and saw "37%" displayed behind the [Strength Progress] column, which was a 6% increase from the last time.

Ronan's eyes flickered.

This time when he entered the dream, he was still in the period of the Keldiim Empire, but the time moved a little further back.

By then, the "central hub" that the Keldiim Empire had been searching for had been found, and the "Waterway Plan" was officially implemented.

As a waterway supervisor in Kel'dem, he stayed underground for more than eighty years in a team consisting of wizards, astrologers, imperial knights and craftsmen. He finally died in an underground monster riot.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Ronan’s life ended in the form of “unnatural death” in the “reincarnation dream”.

"During the process of building the waterway, we discovered signs of monsters from another world. The closer we get to the Quevada Oasis, the more space cracks we encounter, and the more frequent the monsters' activities become."

Ronan reviewed his 80-year life experience as a waterway supervisor and analyzed: "When the ancient wizards fought against the invasion of monsters from another world and destroyed the world continent, the hidden dangers were not completely eliminated. All traces were hidden underground and on the back of the continent.
The Keldim Empire's waterway project uncovered all of this and released those monsters from their ancient seals."

Ronan had a complicated expression.

After two dreams, as an "eyewitness", he was getting closer and closer to the truth about the fall of the Keldiim Wizard Empire.

He couldn't judge who was to blame for all these mistakes.

As a powerful empire that ruled over more than 90% of the entire Upper Ring, Keldiim had the ambition to go one step further and open up the Middle Ring, and thus the "Waterway Plan" was born.

When they realized that they had inadvertently touched upon some ancient taboos, on the one hand, the empire, which was at its peak, believed that it had the ability to solve a series of subsequent problems. On the other hand, from the moment the idea of ​​the "central hub" was proposed, Kel'dimu had invested too much in this great plan, and they had "bet" everything on the magnificent blueprint after the "waterway network" was built.

There is no turning back for them.

They discovered that there was a seal underground that could open the monsters from another world, but they still forced it through, which led to the subsequent great disaster and the fall of Keldiim.

But even if the "Waterway Plan" was decisively abandoned at that time, because of the huge initial investment and the emptiness of the empire, it would inevitably decline slowly in the following period of time.

To put it bluntly, the fate of the Keldim Empire is almost certain.

After Ronan sorted out all the gains from this dream, he looked at the burning bonfire in front of him and sighed softly.

This time when he entered the dream, the memory of the ancient spiritual texts was still not delayed. On the basis of the original 20,000, there was an increase of nearly 7,000 more.

Ronan continued to project and enter the dream.

After he was able to visualize the silver snake in his mind and use soul projection to reincarnate into dreams, Ronan discovered that the world he "dreamed" in each time was no longer completely random, and he had a certain degree of autonomy in his choices.

Relying on his last dream experience, he could find the petals on the black dandelions that had a "similar smell".

For example, this time——

A dandelion petal gently fell, and Ronan entered a new "reincarnation".

When he opened his eyes in his dream, he saw - in a quiet and humid waterway, on a small boat, several wizards wearing robes in the unique style of the Keldiim Empire were carefully placing a square box emitting a mysterious glow into a strange altar in the mezzanine of the stone wall.

"The altar?"

Ronan blinked and tried to take a step forward, but was immediately sternly rebuked by someone beside him.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the pickaxe.

Oh.

This time, he became a low-level craftsman responsible for building waterways.

The petals of the black dandelion fall one by one, and reality and dreams go hand in hand.

Time is like water flowing quietly between the white sand banks, flowing silently towards the unknown distance.

The red-hot magma rushed through the cracks and charred rocks like sticky plasma, dyeing the entire space a dazzling orange-red. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur. Occasionally, bubbles rose from the magma river below, splashing sticky sparks when they exploded, and fell on the rock surface with a "hissing" sound, burning wisps of green smoke.

Ronan's figure was suspended in the air, standing quietly in front of a jagged black rock pillar.

His expression was calm, and he murmured the syllables of an ancient spell.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the rock pillar that looked like the fangs of a giant beast broke from the root and then opened, revealing a small strange black altar.

The entire altar showed signs of being melted and corroded by high temperatures, but a small square black box placed in the center of the altar was relatively well preserved.

Ronan took it out carefully and lightly touched a position on the top of the stone box. There was a "click" sound as if a mechanism was turning, and wisps of pure white flames seeped out from the cracks in the box.

Ronan's eyes flashed and he took a deep breath.

In an instant, the pure white flame in the stone box immediately took the initiative to drill into Ronan's mouth, nose, eyes, and pores. In a blink of an eye, a thin layer of pure white flame completely enveloped him.

Ronan was bathed in pure white flames. The robe he was wearing was not affected at all. However, the body wrapped under the robe made a series of "crackling" sounds, which were fine and long.

This process continued until the pure white flame in the stone box was exhausted, and the pure white flame on Ronan's body was also all absorbed into his body.

He put away the stone box in his hand and slowly stretched his limbs.

His originally well-proportioned and slender body seemed to be even more perfectly proportioned at this moment. Translucent golden rune chains emerged from his body, each one taut and showing signs of breaking free. On his right wrist, a mark that looked like a golden gear kept flashing.
"Kakaka-"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, Ronan's aura gradually subsided, his fluttering robes slowly fell down, and those translucent golden rune chains slowly disappeared.

When all the noise had completely subsided, Ronan looked down at the back of his hand and could clearly see that the mark of the golden gear seemed to have faded a lot, and some tiny cracks appeared around the gear, as if it would break at any time.

"Which one is this?"

Ronan muttered to himself as he looked at the holy shrine altar in front of him, which was slowly showing signs of melting and collapsing under the high temperature of the lava.

(End of this chapter)