Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 405 [Secret Room of the Minotaur], Falling into the Labyrinth, Costi
"It's you?!"

Fumingge stared at Ronan's face with disbelief after he took off the mask.

"Ronan Damien!"

"You're not dead?!"

Fuminge never imagined that the little wizard from the south who was forced by him to join the Storm Realm because of a Heramus inheritance, not only did not die in the Storm Realm as he imagined, but instead transformed himself into the number one wizard genius in the Destiny Empire, Golden Dawn!
"Did I disappoint you?"

Ronan glanced over indifferently, and under the light of morning light, the golden flaming blade slashed down silently, and rolling pressure descended.

Fumingge was enveloped by a dazzling golden heat, and finally woke up from the shock of learning Ronan's true identity as if from a dream.

He quickly entered the state of his true spirit body, formed seals with his hands, and a huge black hexagram magic circle expanded outward.

"Click——"

The brilliant magic sword light slashed down, tearing the void, and a dreamy and misty world unfolded, like a giant golden lightning hundreds of feet long that struck Fu Mingge.

In just a moment, the hexagram magic ring exploded and Fumingge's body disappeared.

Countless black and purple energy beams shot out from the other end. Ronan controlled the sword light and swept across. The golden flaming blade slashed out horizontally, cutting off all those black and purple energy beams like cutting wheat.

With the blessing of the [Ethereal and Extreme Mind] state, his mental strength is comparable to that of a late-stage fifth-level wizard. His hard power is enough to crush Fumingge, who is unable to activate the inheritance magic circle. He doesn't need any true meaning-level magic at all.

The blade of [Golden Origin] continued to fall, and the void became a turbulent ocean, with golden and red ripples everywhere.

Fumingge's elemental body was chopped to pieces by Ronan again and again. The fifth time, his true spirit body melted in the golden waterfall. Fumingge groaned, and finally his figure emerged from the void in a mess.

At this time, his whole body was covered with many knife marks, and there were traces of severe injuries caused by the power of gold everywhere. The flesh rolled up from the wounds was all metalized, and even the blood that flowed out turned into semi-solidified liquid gold.

"Buzzing—"

Ronan looked at him calmly. The blade light disintegrated and turned into a metallic torrent wrapped in asphalt-like golden flames and composed of countless musical note-like fragments. It flowed wildly around the entire battle group, washing away layer after layer of traces of the golden storm.

Fumingge was trapped in the terrifying golden storm. If his mental force field spread out a little, it would be torn apart immediately.

"You think you've got me?"

Fumingge stood in front of Ronan with a pale face, but his emotions calmed down at this moment.

He slowly took off the crystal eye patch on his face. The new eyeball in the eye that he had gouged out with his own hands had not yet fully grown out. The empty eye socket with some white flesh wriggling inside looked at Ronan dimly. The corners of his mouth lifted up forcefully, revealing pale teeth and blood-red gums, looking disgusting and full of evil.

"Look what this is?"

Fuminge suddenly raised his hand, grabbed something and shook it towards Ronan.

Ronan squinted his eyes and found that what the Fumin singer held in his hand was a wet eyeball that looked like it had just been taken out of some solution.

A person's eyeball, with a dull gray-silver pupil.

"What do you mean?"

Ronan spoke lightly, and his fingers ran across the row of gold and titanium fragments in front of him one by one. The collision of his fingertips and the metal made a rhythmic metallic trembling sound, revealing a hint of solemnity.

"do not know?"

Fu Mingge smiled cruelly and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I have something else."

As he spoke, he flipped his palm and grabbed a strand of inky black hair out of thin air. The hair was casually tied with a women's headband decorated with tiny gemstones.

"what about this?"

Fuminge held up her hair tied with a headband and shook it towards Ronan. "You didn't forget this too, did you?"

Ronan frowned and stared at the headband. He felt it was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Let me recall it for you."

Fumingge coughed violently, and the injuries on his face and body caused by the corroded power of gold seemed to be more serious. He lost his charm and demeanor, but became more arrogant instead.

“This eyeball comes from the Silver Circle, a little fellow named Orion.

He has quite a talent, and he is also an old friend of yours?"

"boom!"

Before Fumingge could finish his words, the golden and titanium torrents surrounding his body suddenly became extremely violent, and a terrifying and cold murderous intent rose from Ronan's body.

"Buzzing—"

Amidst the unprecedentedly dense and sharp metallic vibrations, the gold and titanium torrents transformed into countless palm-length strange blades, like a flock of man-eating birds smelling blood, rushing madly towards the center, Fumingge, from all directions.

Fumingge waved his arms quickly, drawing magic circles of different colors in the air one after another. He resisted the madly attacking golden blades while flying backwards and laughing wildly.

"I knew you cared about her! I knew it!

This woman thought you were dead, and she foolishly came to the Elemental Circle to question me
A mere third-level wizard, God knows why she has such courage, haha."

The group of golden swords that were surging like waves towards the center suddenly stopped. Even the singing of fire and gold that was originally everywhere in the void disappeared. Everything stopped and the air became eerily quiet.

Fuminge's voice suddenly stopped, and he squinted his eyes and looked around. He did not find Ronan among the countless golden knives hovering in the air. However, this strange and unusual tranquility made him feel an unprecedented strong sense of uneasiness.

Fumingge took a deep breath, lowered one hand, and hid it under his robe. He quietly took out an ancient badge-like object, and his lips trembled slightly without leaving any trace.

But before Fumingge could finish his short spell, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Congeal."

Like a drop of water falling into the calm surface of a pond, causing ripples.

Silver ripples spread out quietly, and the mystery of the space dissipated. The movements in Fumingge's mouth and hands froze in an instant.

He rolled his eyes, and before he could show his surprise, he saw puddles of silver water spreading out around his body, transforming into silver mirrors of varying sizes and shapes. The designs were simple, yet exuded a sense of luxury.

Every mirror reflects Ronan's calm figure.

Every Ronan is surrounded by a metal torrent formed by countless gold and titanium spikes.

The chanting of fire and gold, the sound of metal resonance, seemed to suddenly amplify countless times.

Fu Mingge's eyes suddenly widened, and in an instant, he was completely submerged by the countless golden torrents rushing out of countless mirrors in all directions!
[Space Mirror Technique—Infinite Mirror Light]!
"A resonance of the domain, [Secret Room of the Minotaur]!"

Copy, reflect, confuse, fold, shuttle
The power and weirdness of space magic were fully demonstrated at this moment. In terms of actual power, [Secret Chamber of the Minotaur] was naturally far inferior to the true-level Golden Cloud Sea Rolling, Summoning Lingmaya spell.

But in the current situation, the mixture of truth and falsehood, the interweaving of fantasy and reality, the impact on the vision and mind, instead maximized the shock and uneasiness in Fuminge's heart!
Fumingge let out a struggling roar from the bottom of his throat and barely managed to break free from the force of the stagnant space, only to have his entire body cut through by countless golden blades.

For a moment, he was overwhelmed by the pain. He couldn't figure out which of the gold and titanium torrents that repeatedly washed over him was real and which was fake. He also didn't know which wave of attacks he should cast to resist.
When everything calms down.

Fumingge stood blankly in the air, his body already becoming as tattered as a sack of burlap.

His pale and handsome face was covered with bloodstains, his eyes were almost dull, and around him were still those quiet and elegant silver mirrors.

Suddenly, the silver mirror floating in the void made new movements.

A tiny spark lit up in Fuminge's ash-colored eyes, which were about to be completely extinguished.

Ronan's figure appeared in each silver mirror.

Countless Ronans walked towards Fuminge from the mirror.

Fumingge finally reacted, and with a ferocious expression he wanted to resist, but the countless Ronans had completely walked out of the mirror.

Countless Ronans merge into one Ronan.

Ronan calmly held out his hand to Fuminge.

The palm of the hand wearing the Molten Embrace Glove woven with gold wire and inlaid with seven red fire diamonds seemed to ignore the distance in space and appeared directly in front of Fumingge, gently strangling his throat.

"explain."

Ronan looked at Fumingge, who had lost the ability to resist, and said softly: "What did you do to Kosti?"

Fu Mingge's face turned pale for a moment, but after a moment of fear and panic, his expression relaxed.

"Ho ho ho-"

He let out an unpleasant laugh that sounded like a broken bellows, and spoke indistinctly, "Kill me. Then you will never find them."

"I will kill you, but not now."

Ronan spoke calmly.

He raised his right hand, and four soul nails condensed in his hand.

All of it was injected into Fumingge's body in one breath. Fumingge's eyes widened instantly, veins bulged, and his body and expression twisted violently.

Ronan opened a shrine sealed with healing power. In the more than three years he spent in the ruins of the ancient waterway in the Lost Land, he collected many shrines, among which healing shrines were the largest in number.

"This power will prevent you from dying in agony..."

Ronan grabbed Fuminge, who was curled up in a ball, twitching all over, and unable to utter a word, with one hand, and then activated the power of the "Mirror of the Void" in his body.

That leads to the back side of the Minotaur's Labyrinth.

A gray vortex slowly formed between the two of them. Ronan pushed Fumingge into the gray vortex and whispered, "Don't think I don't know the answer if you don't tell me.

Have you forgotten who is standing behind me?
The prophet of fate's pendulum will guide me to them.

You can enjoy the remaining one thousand years of your life in there."

Fuminge's distorted face twitched violently, and his consciousness fluctuated violently. He seemed to realize what he was about to face. This result was very different from what he had originally expected.

Despair devoured him, but he could only watch helplessly as he continued to fall into an unpredictable space, and the cold and decayed atmosphere like the tomb of the living dead slowly enveloped his body.
When Fumingge fell completely into the maze, Ronan never looked at him again.

Ronan slowly picked up the hair and headband that had fallen from Fuminge during the battle, holding them in his hands, and murmured softly.

"Kirsty"

(End of this chapter)