Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 412 Abyss Demon, Secret Technique——[Black Hole.Fall]!
"who are you?"

Holding a bone-white wand, Sarlanch looked Ronan up and down with a cold expression. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, releasing circles of yellow light downward from the edge of his robe.

Ronan didn't answer, but the gray moth took the initiative to fly towards Sarlanch.

Sarlanch seemed to be completely unaware of the existence of the gray moth, and his eyes were always on Ronan until the gray moth came close to him.

Some fluorescent phosphorus powder sprinkled from the thin moth wings and gently fell on Sarlanch.

In an instant, Sarlanchi's face changed drastically, and he noticed the existence of the gray moth only belatedly.

"Identify the true moth?!"

He quickly stepped back as if he had been electrocuted, and slapped his body frantically like a man on fire.

Ronan saw with his own eyes that the skin on Sarlanch's face and hands that were stained with moth powder melted quickly like wax, revealing a body covered with inverted triangular purple-black scales underneath.

In just a few breaths, Sarlanch had completely changed.

His face was distorted, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, leaving only the whites of his eyes. There were large areas of "ferals" on his body, and he looked like a horrible monster with a burnt skin mask. Even his originally straight back had become bent like a wild beast, and he exuded waves of strange and cold aura.

"You're not Sarlanch?!"

Ronan witnessed the strange changes happening to Sarlanch and frowned slightly, but soon, as if he thought of something, he shook his head to reject his previous conclusion.

"Do not.

You are Sarlanch."

"So she already knew!"

Sarlanch stared at Ronan, as if he saw the shadow of another person in Ronan.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and even the tone of his voice had completely changed. Every word seemed to come from his chest, and every syllable had undergone strange and awkward inflections.

"Go to hell!"

Sarlanchi suddenly growled, and his scaly claws, which were seven fingers long, broke free from under the flesh of his original palm. He grabbed the bone-white staff and thrust it down fiercely.

In an instant, a dark yellow magic ring that was as solid as a substance quickly spread out from the bottom of the staff, like a heavy blade crushing through the void, and quickly attacked Ronan.

"Buzzing—"

Ronan raised his hand, and titanium transformed into countless golden doves that jumped out from under his platinum robe. A nebula-shaped mental force field penetrated his body and instantly formed a golden eggshell-like magic shield, blocking him firmly in front of him.

"Oh!"

The golden eggshell collided with the dark yellow magic ring, the former immediately sank deeply, and the latter shattered instantly. The energy aftermath of the collision set off a fierce gale in the wilderness at dusk, making the long hair and robes of the two people rustle.

"Oh it's you?!"

The moment Sarlanch saw the gold and titanium, he immediately recognized Ronan's identity under the mask of Dawn.

He raised his hand and crushed the turbid sphere on top of the bone-white staff. The gray mist trapped in it leaked out rapidly like mercury, surrounding the huge battle group in the blink of an eye.

In the thick and swirling gray fog, the strange whispers of Sarlanch were heard. The last rays of light above his head quickly receded, and a chill ran through his spine. Dozens of ancient altars of various sizes were looming in the gray fog.

There was the dragging sound of chains, torture instruments, and rusty shackles; a dozen blurry shadows emerged from the gray fog and in an instant they all charged towards Ronan who was in the center.

Dozens of cold torrents rolled through the void, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point at this moment.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Ronan's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

He simply made a move—his left hand, which was wearing the Molten Embrace, pressed down lightly.

"boom!"

Fiery and dazzling golden flame rock pillars immediately erupted from under his feet.

"Shh-"

The terrifying ghosts summoned from the ancient altar flew past, and the surging golden lava columns suddenly stagnated, cooled, and then shattered and scattered like fireworks.

Ronan's figure could not be seen behind the golden pillar of fire, as if he had been annihilated along with the lava pillar of fire.

At this moment, the last ray of light between heaven and earth also disappeared at the same time. A huge and cold silence descended on the wilderness along with the indigo night. The last bit of embers still remained in the cracked clouds on the distant horizon. The silhouettes of the undulating mountains in the distance suddenly became sharp, like black blades erected on the earth.

Everything seems to end here.

Sarlanch slowly walked out of the gray fog, his face gloomy and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Dozens of blurry ghostly shadows surrounded him, emitting waves of eerie and cold undead whimpers.

Sarlanch walked to the place where Ronan had been standing before, leaned down, and picked up a piece of magma that had not yet completely cooled down from the ground with his deformed and sharp palm like a monster. He ground it between his fingers bit by bit, and a hint of doubt and vigilance appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly leaked from the top of Sarlanchi's head and fell on his forehead.

Sarlanch looked up sharply.

The next second, brilliant light and shadow changed rapidly on his face, as if the world had fallen into darkness and then immediately welcomed dawn.

The brilliant golden light spread all over the earth, Sarlanchi's pupils contracted, and the whole person fell into a brief trance and stagnation.

The sky that should have been shrouded in darkness was now replaced by a magnificent and dazzling sea of ​​golden clouds!

Rays of golden light fell from the golden sea of ​​clouds. Countless golden leaves floated in the sky, fluttering down the ground, as if they had just fallen from an ancient golden tree.

The world is filled with the sound of countless voices singing together, ethereal and magnificent.
Everything is so beautiful that it seems like a hazy scene that can only be seen in a dream.

Ronan, who had disappeared before, was now standing in the center of this magnificent scene, under the majestic and heavy golden sea of ​​clouds.

Countless golden lights gathered on him, and a huge and indescribable strange shadow slowly emerged behind him. The omnipresent chanting seemed to be praising him.
At this moment, Ronan, with his back against the sky, looked down at Sarranch from a high vantage point, his eyes so indifferent that he seemed like the golden god who dominated everything!

Ronan gently pressed down on the position of Sarlanch with one hand.

The golden sea of ​​clouds behind him immediately broke apart silently, and countless ruby ​​light patterns intertwined, and an extremely huge golden chainsaw tentacle appeared.

All the golden leaves floating in the void began to burn. Time almost froze. As the golden tentacles continued to extend, it seemed as if an extremely sticky sea of ​​gold was brewing between heaven and earth, slowly crushing down.
"More than three years have passed, and you don't seem to have made any progress."

Ronan's cold and indifferent voice was like heavenly sound, hanging down from the clouds amidst the countless golden resonances, with a sense of supreme majesty.

Sarlanch recovered from his stupor, raised his hands, and the dozen or so ghost shadows surrounding him immediately flew upwards, and all the gray fog in the wilderness surged up like a tide.

The huge golden touch of Lingmaya fell down and collided with the tide of gray fog without any frills. At the moment of the collision, the world fell into a brief silence, and a huge transparent ripple spread out from the collision point.

Immediately afterwards, the gray tide collapsed, and the dozen or so ghostly shadows standing on the crest of the tide shattered silently and disappeared like smoke.

Crushing Sarlanchi's spell, the golden tentacles continued to press down. This terrifying power was immediately applied to Sarlanchi, and the ground where he stood immediately collapsed layer by layer. Sarlanchi's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the golden tentacles that kept pressing down, but he did not dodge. Instead, he suddenly raised his arms and knelt down on the spot in a weird posture, and let out a roar that sounded like a shout.
"Boom!"

The giant golden tentacles slammed to the ground, completely covering Sarlanchi's figure.

Under Ronan's control, the terrifying golden tentacles repeatedly rolled left and right on the ground.

There was a beautiful light flowing on the surface of the Dawn Mask, but Ronan's brows were slightly furrowed.

Gently raising the giant golden tentacles, a huge pit several dozen feet deep appeared at the place where Sarlanchi was originally located.

At the lowest part of the pit, Sarlanch was kneeling on his knees in a pious posture, muttering something in a certain direction.

When the giant golden tentacles moved away, Sarlanchi seemed to have just completed his "prayer" ceremony.

He raised his head at the bottom of the pit, and his torn face was filled with unspeakable evil and weirdness.

"Tear--"

Sarlanchi suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his scalp, and forcibly tore off a layer of flesh and blood on his body and the robes belonging to the Dusk Council.

The Sarlanch who revealed his true form was much taller than he appeared, nearly three meters tall, and his body was covered with inverted triangle-shaped purple-black scales, each of which had a sickly oily sheen, like metal soaked in pus and blood.

His head was like a wax figure that had been hammered into pieces and then kneaded back together. It had no lips, and his sharp white teeth were exposed, with a long black and red tongue hanging between his teeth.

Each of his joints had white bone spurs, and his lower body was twisted into an arthropod-like reverse-jointed lower limb, with two hooves at the bottom.
Almost every part of Sarlanchi's deformed body gave people an indescribable sense of distortion and blasphemy.

Ronan stared at Sarlanch's current appearance, his expression slightly condensed, and he spoke softly.

"Abyss...Demon."

Only the abyss demon that caused the world's collapse in ancient times could bring such a strong sense of discomfort to people just by its appearance.

During the more than a thousand years of reincarnation and dreaming in the Kel'diim period, Ronan had seen too many beings similar to Sarlanch.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to understand the purpose of the prophet Eve letting the gray moth guide him here.

Sarlanch didn't comment on what Ronan said. He just stared at Ronan, a sticky gurgling sound rolling in his throat, and then the corners of his mouth rose a little bit, as if he was smiling.

"Since she has already found out, why would she let you come?"

Sarlanch made a sharp sound that sounded like a mixture of a baby crying and the sound of glass rubbing, and slowly spoke.

"You're here to die?!"

The moment the last syllable fell, Sarlanchi's figure suddenly disappeared.

The giant golden tentacles roared, tearing through the void and leaving shocking transparent ripples, but were pierced directly by something in the next second.

Ronan only had time to push the star force field outwards, and then, "bang"!
He only caught a glimpse of a vague purple-black afterimage, and the void of the force field in front of him suddenly sank.

An indescribable terrifying force surged forward, accompanied by a surge of evil thoughts like a tsunami.
"Shh-"

Dozens of starlight fell from the sky, densely interweaving in front of Ronan, but were smashed one by one by a tall and twisted figure as if they were nothing.

Sarlanch's ugly and deformed face quickly enlarged in front of Ronan's eyes, and a seven-fingered devil claw surrounded by countless strange black air suddenly spread out and grabbed Ronan's face fiercely.

"boom!"

The energy aftermath of the explosion spread out to both sides like a wave, and Ronan's figure quickly retreated under the golden sea of ​​clouds.

Sarlanch followed him like a shadow, and every part of his body seemed to be able to transform into a ferocious killing weapon. He moved at an incredibly fast speed. With every move he made, evil thoughts surged out like a tide. A purple-black halo flickered, and wherever it passed, the void was torn into pieces like a rag.

Ronan kept flying backwards, and the Golden Touch disintegrated back into the state of gold and titanium, forming countless miniature golden flame blades, and started a fierce fight with Sarlanch at a close distance.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The forbidden domain-level golden flame blade slashed at Sarlanch's body, but it could only leave some shallow red marks on his inverted triangle-shaped body covered with black scales. The black gas on his body rolled away and he immediately disappeared without a trace.

Ronan's eyes flashed rapidly, and he could sense that his casting space was being further compressed by Sarlanch.

The black ring of evil thoughts that Sarlanchi created during his attack radiated to him several times, each time causing some serious slowing effect on his body and perception. It seemed as if there were countless voices in his ears, men, women, young and old, constantly cursing him madly with the most vicious and filthy words.

Although this negative effect can be quickly extinguished by Ronan's mental strength and the fire of vitality in his body, it will always have a certain impact on Ronan's casting rhythm.

Sarlanch took this opportunity to close the distance between him and Ronan, and Ronan could almost see the completely exposed dark red gums on the other's face.

"hiss--"

At some point, Ronan took a deep breath.

The star force field that was operating to its limit suddenly stretched outwards, and under the blessing of the [Ethereal Extreme Mind] state, the mental strength comparable to the late fifth level caused Sarlanch's fierce momentum to stagnate.

At this moment, tiny dots of light appeared in Ronan's eyes, like a small miniature nebula flowing.

Under the platinum robe, the magic arm rings emitted a clear and trembling sound.

Ronan looked calm and pointed forward.
In an instant, the void was like beating a drum, "Boom——"

The terrifying forbidden energy gushed out from the fingertips crazily, and the golden sea of ​​clouds above the head rapidly collapsed towards one place at this moment, and finally turned into an incomparably brilliant and dazzling golden sun, releasing thousands of feet of light, illuminating the vast wilderness with golden light, just like daytime.

But before the golden sun could last long, all the light disappeared again and the world fell into darkness.

Double [Imperial Law] blessing!
[Taboo. Black Hole - Eclipse]!
Compared to when he first used this spell in the Minotaur's Labyrinth, the power of this spell cast by Ronan now is dozens of times greater.

Countless energy torrents rushed towards the black sun above. The terrifying power made the entire wilderness seem to tremble and crackle.

However, this is not the end.

At this moment, the nebula in Ronan's eyes reached its peak, emitting an incomparable brilliance.

His raised fingertips slid down quietly, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Above his head, the black eclipse that had accumulated to the extreme also moved with the movement of his fingers, like a huge and terrifying black meteor, falling rapidly towards Sarlanch's head.

"【Black Hole. Falling】!"

Replace the meteor with the True Meaning-level Eclipse Black Hole spell, and use the [Sensing Stars] method to pull it.

"Chong-"

The blade of gold and fire unfolded in Ronan's hand. The flames instantly illuminated Ronan's wildly dancing white-haired body, and then it crossed the distances of space, tore through the void, and slashed straight towards Sarlanch's neck.

At this moment, the attack and defense changed positions, and Ronan's eyes were shining with a sharp light, and his murderous intent was as fierce and surging as the golden fire burning in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)