Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 396: Ancient Class, Ninth Head, Compromise and Start Over

A white air mass was caught off guard and was directly swallowed by the crimson air mass representing the bloodline of the Frost Hydra. The crimson air mass suddenly grew larger.

The remaining white air mass seemed to sense the "danger" and began to break away from the vortex, actively moving away from the crimson air mass.

The latter launched a "aggressive" pursuit.

After the two air masses circled each other, the deep red air mass suddenly gave up chasing the white air mass and pounced towards the light blue air mass in the middle.

The two air masses collided with each other, "Bang!"

An invisible shock wave burst out from Ronan's body. In an instant, a large number of storm patterns and dense snake-scale-like patterns appeared on the surface of Ronan's body.

Ronan, with his eyes closed, trembled slightly, and a trace of blood slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Damien, that's enough!"

Benigold spoke quickly, his brows furrowed.

As if hearing Benigo's reminder, the two air masses, one red and one blue, above Ronan's head quickly separated, and the two air masses instantly "divided" the remaining white air mass.

The aura around Ronan stabilized, and the storm patterns and frost snake patterns on his body completely disappeared.

The bloodline has been restored and the real bloodline purification ceremony has officially begun.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The Holy Blood Tree was so huge that it almost occupied half of the foggy space. Its branches and leaves rustled, making a sound like the sound of the sea waves hitting the shore.

Rays of light were transmitted from its roots buried deep underground and its crown, along countless crimson tentacles, and poured into Ronan's body in waves.

Ronan's body began to glow. A huge red halo enveloped him and the Holy Blood Tree. Dense, mysterious, and meaningless runes appeared in the halo, floating in and out with his breathing.

Ronan's figure was almost invisible at this time. The fluctuation of the power of the Holy Blood Tree made the huge foggy space seem to be immersed in the bottom of the lake.

The void was filled with wrinkled and distorted scenes like rippling water.

Benigo retreated to a certain distance, and stared at the bottom of the Holy Blood Tree with Dodor III, who was carrying Arrietty.

The grass and trees swayed silently, the goblins took refuge everywhere, and even the beauty shell stopped singing and quietly sank to the bottom of the rippling lake.

As time passed, the halo of the Holy Blood Tree grew larger and larger, until a certain moment, an inexplicable throbbing arose in Benigo's heart.

He felt a chill that penetrated his bones, and subconsciously reached out to touch his brows, only to feel a thin layer of frost.

Beniggo was not surprised but delighted. He pursed his lips and took two steps forward.

"It's done!"

In the blazing halo, the shadow of a huge multi-headed snake quietly emerged, and a mysterious, ancient, noble, evil, and majestic will descended with it, slowly radiating out in all directions along with the frost.

A group of dust and plant elves, led by Arrietty, hid behind the leaves and shivered. Dodor III opened his small black eyes wide, still looking heartless.

Benigo resisted the urge to bow down in worship, but could not hide the joy on his face.

Although on the surface, there are only two types of bloodlines left in Ronan's body after they were devoured and gathered, which means a 50-50 chance of being selected.

But the reality is much more complicated than what meets the eye.

Blood concentration, blood grade... any factor may affect the final result of blood purification, and the success rate is far from the theoretical 50%.

Fortunately, Ronan succeeded in the end.

The goddess of luck chose to stand on his side. Now the power of the Holy Blood Tree began to take effect, and the purification of the ancient frost hydra bloodline had officially begun.

This is not a one-time process.

As time passed, Ronan sat cross-legged at the foot of the Holy Blood Tree like a sculpture, bathing in the glory of the Holy Blood Tree.

The Holy Blood Tree was becoming withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The countless roots connected to the Pool of Elements were constantly extracting tremendous amounts of energy, causing the water level of the Pool of Elements to drop day by day.

On the contrary, the huge shadow of the ancient frost hydra floating behind Ronan's body became more solid and clear.
The crimson gas mass representing the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra hung above Ronan's head, constantly surging and rolling, like a crimson blood ball that was constantly collapsing inward and then releasing.

Every time the air mass representing the blood goes through the process of collapse and release, the color of the air mass representing the blood becomes slightly darker.

The deep red gradually approaches dark red, and the color becomes more crystal clear.

Until the dark red blood cells are released again after a certain collapse at the very center.
Suddenly, there is a hint of dazzling golden color blooming!

In an instant, "boom"!
Ronan, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and his tall and slender body rose up.

The multi-headed snake phantom behind it had eight huge and ferocious dark blue snake heads, with their mouths open and snake scales on both sides spread out like wings, all making silent hissing sounds.

"Rumble--"

A terrifying aura rolled above the foggy space, and countless tentacles of the Holy Blood Tree fell off Ronan's body. The patterns belonging to the storm all disappeared, and were replaced by the multi-headed snake patterns of ancient frost.

"Click——"

With a sound like a shell breaking, a huge bulge rose up in the center of the eight-headed giant snake shadow behind Ronan, and then broke. The ninth snake head slowly grew out.

At this moment, the ancient will that had been lingering in the foggy space suddenly became ten times stronger.

Ronan's white hair turned ice blue, his eyes became vertical, and there was a golden crack in the center, exuding an indescribable dignity and majesty.

"Taikoo..."

In the vast foggy space, all living creatures were crawling on the ground, and huge snowflakes were falling from the sky.

Benigo's lips trembled as he slowly put down the pen and paper he had been writing on. He was unable to describe the excitement he felt at the moment.

He was fortunate to be a participant and witness of all this.

He personally led a powerful ancient bloodline to successfully upgrade to an ancient-level bloodline.

Although it currently only contains a trace of ancient blood power, the ninth head of the hydra has been born and the ancient seed has been planted.

With the Holy Blood Tree, the bloodline of this Frost Hydra will sooner or later be able to truly transform into an ancient bloodline.

The Holy Blood Tree, which had almost exhausted all of its strength and even had most of its elemental pool drained, swayed its branches weakly, and was also happy for the successful transformation of Ronan's bloodline.

Just when everyone was worshipping at the mighty power of the overlord that had just appeared since ancient times, a void in the sky above the foggy space cracked silently.

Two blood-red eyes instantly became the new sun above the foggy sky. A huge snake head covered with dark blue scales as deep as those of ancient glaciers silently poked its head in from the crack, opened its huge mouth, and before anyone could react, it made a "click" and bit Ronan's shoulder fiercely.

"Boom!" Countless deep blue thunders descended from the cracks in the void, and the thick cold air instantly froze most of the foggy space.

The huge lake was completely frozen, countless flowers and plants withered in an instant, and the dust and plant spirits did not even have time to scream or shout before they were frozen to death in the terrifying cold air that leaked out in an instant.
The climate in the foggy space has always been as mild as spring, but at this moment, it seems to have fallen into an eternal winter.

Benigo's pupils contracted, and his robe swung open, instantly wrapping around Arrietty and Dodor III beside him, and flew backwards.

Large areas of land along the way surged and then immediately froze, and Benigo heard the wailing of the Holy Blood Tree.

He retreated all the way to the edge of the foggy space before stopping, barely avoiding the pursuit of the cold air.

Benig, horrified, suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

At this time, the crack above the foggy space had been stretched even wider, and eight extremely huge and ferocious snake heads squeezed in from the crack. Sixteen blood suns hung in the sky, almost illuminating the entire foggy space in blood red, but people could not feel the slightest warmth, but only a bone-chilling coldness that penetrated deep into the soul.

"Heka.Alto!!"

Next to the completely frozen Holy Blood Tree, in the thick, almost impenetrable black frost fog, Ronan's emotionless, cold roar was heard.

The eight-headed giant snake that suddenly descended swam silently, and started a most primitive and brutal fight with the giant snake shadow below that had just grown a ninth head!

"boom!"

A terrifying cold wave erupted, spreading deep blue and almost black ancient veins in the void.

Huge frost tornadoes rose up from the foggy space, wreaking havoc on the frozen land.
Benigo gritted his teeth. Even though he was at the farthest point from the battle group, his hair, beard, and clothes were all covered with frost and snow, and his blood was almost frozen.

With his strength only at the middle stage of level two, in a battle of this level, he was not much different from an ant on the ground.

Benigo tried hard to open his eyes. His eyes were cracked by the cold air, but no blood came out.

He could only vaguely see two overlord-like snake shadows, one real and one imaginary, entangled, biting, and fighting... He could not find Ronan, and could only hear the raging wind and snow, and the sound of the entire foggy space slowly cracking and collapsing.

Waves of frost washed over the foggy land and swept across Benigo's body.

Benig's consciousness gradually sank, like a completely frozen stone, falling bit by bit to the bottom of the icy lake.

He hugged Dodor III tightly in his arms, murmuring inaudibly.

"Dai Damien..."

No one responded.

When Benig's consciousness was the most blurred, he seemed to hear Ronan speaking calmly.

"As you wish."

then
All the wind and snow seemed to have subsided.

Benigo gradually woke up in a warm and moist environment, and it seemed that something was licking his cheeks, bringing a cool touch.

"Wow--"

He sat up suddenly, awakening from an endless, icy nightmare.

After waking up, he found himself lying on a piece of dry and yellow grass. The ice coffin containing Fiona was quietly placed beside him. There was a constant temperature magic circle set up around him. There was a mysterious green light wrapped around him that was constantly penetrating into his body.

Dodor III looked at him with his small black eyes. It was obvious that this guy was licking his cheek just now.

Benig heard Arrietty's crying, which seemed so sad amidst the frost-covered, lifeless and devastated scene.

"If you don't wake up, I will consider burying you and Fiona together under the Holy Blood Tree... cough cough cough..."

A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Benig turned his head, and when he saw the person who was speaking, his eyes froze for a moment.

——The young man covered in wounds was sitting casually in a place not far from him.

His naked upper body was covered with horrifying wounds that looked as if strips of flesh had been gouged out alive.

The blood was condensed into frost by the cold air, dyeing his loose white hair red.

He was smiling at Benig with a pale face, most of his body leaning against a broken and collapsed Holy Blood Tree, with only half of its trunk left.

Behind him was a turbid lake covered with broken ice and a dry and cracked elemental pool.

Benig's lips moved, as if he wanted to call the other person's name.

But the next second, the young man covered in bruises supported himself and climbed up from the ground.

The smile on his face disappeared, and the calmness in his eyes was more terrifying than pure coldness.

He reached out his hand and slowly stroked the dying Holy Blood Tree, speaking word by word, as if he was speaking to Benigol, or as if he was speaking to himself.

"I should have known that it wouldn't let me go so easily"

"In fact, I wouldn't have lost so badly, but I chose the wrong battlefield."

"It lives up to its name as a snake. It uses you and everything here to threaten me. I have no choice but to compromise."

"Since it wants this bloodline so much, I will give it to it."

“But next time.”

The young man raised his hand and gently cut his palm. The bright red blood flowed freely from the palm of his hand, dripping drop by drop onto the frozen and dead ground beneath his feet.

"I will give it to you, with interest"

"Spit it all out."

"Om-"

A powerful aura burst out from the young man's body, blowing the scattered blood-stained hair high up.

The wounds on the young man's body healed little by little, and his flesh and blood recovered.

At this moment, Benig seemed to see again the young man standing at the door of No. 131 Tongding Street with a determined look on his face.

Two figures, spanning time and space, overlap at this moment.

(End of this chapter)