Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 427 Attack, Level

The secret of Ronan's Nine-Star Spirit has been exposed. If there is any force in the Upper Ring Continent that would think of dealing with him first, it must be the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

The trial of "Evidence of the Holy Grail" involves wizards from the Twilight Council, and Sarlanch, who died in his hands before, proves that the Twilight Council is the power of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, which belongs to a branch that believes in the "Mother of Fear and Lies" of the Abyss. They will be the first to know the news.

"Oris, how long will it take us to reach our destination?"

Ronan thought for a moment and consciously asked Oris who was sitting down.

The ancient thunder eagle's broad wings brought up a gorgeous thunder waterfall, tearing through the clouds, and replied in a muffled voice: "Less than nine sunsets."

"Can it be faster?"

"It's already the fastest, brother."

Ronan exhaled lightly and said nothing more.

He still had to go to the Lihuo Realm. He would not retreat just because of something that had not happened yet.

If he is unwilling to associate with those lunatics whose blood flows from the abyss demons and who are planning to cleanse the world and usher in the evil gods from other worlds, then sooner or later he will be on the opposite side of them.

There is no point in hiding, it will only make this day come sooner.

Ronan's eyes regained their calmness and he put the question aside for the time being.

Compared to the upcoming trouble, he is now more interested in Angele, whom he met again.

"He hid his strength in the Holy Grail Trial."

This is also Angelet's usual style.

Among wizards of the same generation, Angele is probably the one that Ronan finds the most difficult to understand, even more so than Juventus, whom he regards as his biggest rival.

Even now, Angele is still like an elusive fog in Ronan's heart.

In the Holy Grail Trial, Angele did not even reveal his true spiritual form.

He was a very unstable being, and now that he was walking together with Narrros who was equally unstable, the headache level immediately went up several levels.

"I just hope that next time we meet, we will no longer be enemies..."

Ronan thought about it, closed his eyes, and continued to immerse himself in the blue and gold water droplets in his consciousness space.

In the inheritance left to Ronan by the Ice Emperor Chagus Connor, there is still a part of the bloodline of the Ancient Frost Whale, but Ronan needs to absorb and digest the other part of the magic inheritance left by the other party before he can continue to try to integrate it.

"The more powerful the bloodline, the more it requires superb skills and means to perform.
It's like a peerless legendary sword. In the hands of a farmer, it may only allow him to mow the grass and plow the land faster than others.

But if it is mastered by a top knight, it can create an immortal epic."

Ronan is fully aware of this.

Now he is just the clumsy farmer who holds the legendary sword but only uses it to harvest weeds.

Ronan has not received much magic inheritance from Chagus Connor so far, but it can be seen that it is a powerful magic system built around the bloodline of the ancient frost whale.

“It turns out that the [Whale-Eating Country] is a set of inheritance magic array, which just makes up for the lack of inheritance magic array in my fifth-level wizard stage.

Chagus Connor said this is the first key to unlock the power of the Frost Whale Bloodline, but unfortunately I don’t have enough resources to build it now.”

Having reached the level of a fifth-level wizard, Ronan is already qualified to construct his own inheritance array. He has long witnessed the power of the [Whale-Eating Country]. Even Hekaltor, whose bloodline had transformed and grown a ninth head, was easily suppressed. Now he is still sealed in Ronan's body and is being slowly digested as "materials".

However, building the [Whale-Eating Kingdom] requires a huge amount of resources. After asking Alazan, I learned that many of these materials were precious even in his time.

Ronan has made a list and asked Ani and Selina to help collect it, but there is little hope of getting it all. According to Alazan, some things are simply impossible to appear in the Upper Ring Continent.

Fortunately, Ronan is not in a hurry about this for the time being. Although level five wizards are qualified to construct the inheritance array, until level six, during the entire dawn stage, it is one of the most important core combat power of the wizard, a bit like the soul seal in the fog stage.

In fact, if you want to truly unleash the power of a heritage magic circle, you still need a sixth-level wizard to do it fully.

Ronan still has time.

In the blue-gold water drop space, on the vast and cold ice field, Ronan sat on the Ice Emperor's throne of thorns. Some ancient heritage and knowledge flowed out from the ice crystal throne and slowly merged into his body.

In front of him, Hekalto, the nine-headed ice python bound by an invisible cage, kept roaring at him and at the nineteen white suns above his head.

Sometimes it was furious, sometimes it begged, and sometimes it tempted. But no matter what posture it took, Ronan on the ice crystal throne was like a sculpture, motionless, and did not respond at all.

Time seems to stand still here, the man and the snake, it seems like eternity.

In a wilderness dotted with huge rocks, a group of wizards holding scimitars and wearing uniform black and gray short robes stood together.

Everyone exudes a powerful vibration of the fourth level dawn, and some even reach the fifth level.

They were guarding a steep isolated peak, on the top of which was a flame. A slender young man wearing a suit of purple light leather armor was concentrating on roasting a huge, skinned and cleaned wild wolf over the fire.

The young man had a handsome appearance, with long light blond hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head and two lightning-shaped black lines under his eyes.

On his left hand side was a narrow golden sword with a curved blade. It should be a two-handed sword. The other curved golden sword was used as a tool for grilling game and was slowly turning on the fire.

The sun rises and sets, and seven days pass.

At another dawn, the morning breeze brought a hint of moisture, blowing across the barren rocky wilderness. The ponytailed young man on the top of the stone peak suddenly took a deep breath, as if he smelled something coming, and his pair of cyan-gold eyes suddenly lit up.

He quickly took down the wolf that had been roasted on the fire for seven days but was still not fully cooked, tore off a strong and thick wolf leg, took a few bites of it, then wiped his lips, threw the whole wolf away, grabbed another golden sword, and slammed it in his hand!
"Click——"

The two swords made crisp sounds like metal mechanisms biting each other, and countless white runes on the swords quickly lit up. Then, the equally curved swords intertwined with each other like living vines, forming a whole that looked like a long cone.

At the foot of the stone peak, several wizards pushed out the huge crossbow-shaped magical tool that they had prepared long ago. The ponytailed young man jumped down from the stone peak and put the strange-shaped "crossbow arrow" composed of two swords in his hands onto the crossbow. In an instant, complex runes on the crossbow were lit up one after another, releasing waves of terrifying and thrilling aura.

The young man with ponytail controlled the crossbow, squinted his eyes and aimed it at the sky in one direction, as if he was quietly waiting for something.

After a while, a blue-purple lightning flashed in the clear sky and moved quickly.

The ponytailed young man's eyes suddenly lit up and he uttered a few short syllables. The strange golden crossbow arrow in his hand was suddenly shot out, leaving almost no track before disappearing completely.

Almost at the same time, at the other side of the sky where the ponytailed young man's mental power was locked, the faint electric light suddenly exploded, and a giant eagle as big as a mountain, covered with countless electric lights, appeared, and its angry and shrill cries resounded through the sky.

The young man with the ponytail laughed and walked through the air towards the direction where the lightning eagle was shot.

The two curved golden swords separated again and flew back like flowing light, and were firmly grasped by the ponytailed young man on the left and right.

On the barren rocky plain, a group of wizards unsheathed their rune scimitars, powerful mental power fluctuations rose up, and then tended to merge quickly into one, but were quickly suppressed by a look from the ponytailed young man with two swords in his hands.

"You don't have to do anything."

The ponytailed young man made two beautiful sword flowers with his hands and said calmly, "Wait for me here."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

An invisible and majestic ripple swept across the entire world in an instant. In the vast wilderness, countless huge rocks floated silently, releasing dense ochre-colored light spots, all converging in the direction of the young man.

In the blink of an eye, a translucent ochre-colored human figure was formed, like the soul of an ancient giant.

The ponytailed young man in purple leather armor was like a shining gem firmly embedded in the center of the giant's soul's chest.

The khaki giant spirit also held two swords in its hands. As soon as it appeared, it slashed straight at the lightning eagle in the clouds. In an instant, it was as if terrifying thunder split the sky, and it was like a terrible millstone turning. With a loud "boom", the whole earth was shaking, and huge cracks appeared on the ground one after another.
"Om-"

Sitting quietly on the golden throne, Ronan's body trembled slightly. He suddenly opened his eyes, came out of his state of meditation, and shook off the ice crystals all over his body.

The first moment he opened his eyes, he felt the violent shaking under his feet and the furious and frightened roar of the ancient thunder eagle Oris.

Countless tree-shaped and snake-shaped blue-purple lightning gathered before his eyes. Behind the densely intertwined thunder were two giant magic swords that crossed and fell, crushing and exploding the void layer by layer.

"coming?!"

Ronan's eyes flashed with brilliance as he felt the overwhelming spiritual force that enveloped the entire void and was everywhere.

The mental power of a sixth-level wizard!

This is different from his mental power which is as strong as level six through the blessing of [Ethereal Extreme Mind] state. This is the mental pressure that can only be released by a true level six wizard.

Possessing the exclusive characteristics of a sixth-level wizard, every fluctuation is in line with a certain rhythm of natural operation, covering it like a series of interconnected mountains rolling down, and Oris's huge and agile body is constantly pressed down.

Oris flapped his wings frantically, struggled desperately, and let out an angry roar, but there was a hint of pain and weakness in his voice.

Oris is injured?!
Ronan captured this accurately, his expression suddenly turned cold, and a stellar force field like a rotating nebula penetrated his body, and a consciousness was immediately transmitted towards Oris.

"Oris, retreat!"

"Oh!"

Oris's mountain-like body instantly turned into countless lightning bolts and dissipated. The owner of the sixth-level mental power seemed to have no intention of continuing to embarrass it. The terrifying khaki energy double swords directly tore open Oris's escaping electric screen and slashed straight towards Ronan.

With the blessing of the [Ethereal Extreme Mind] state, his mental strength, which had also reached the sixth level, soared. Facing this terrifying attack whose power far exceeded that of an ordinary fifth-level true meaning spell, he did not retreat but advanced instead. His platinum and gold robe fluttered like a flag, his frosty hair slightly raised, and he actually took the initiative to move forward to meet the attack.

"Om-"

There was a deep and mysterious silver light floating in his blue-gold eyes. Ronan clasped his hands together and then stretched them outward with force.

Along with a strong wave of space magic, a silver mirror light like a giant screen slowly unfolded in front of Ronan.

"Boom!"

The terrifying ochre-colored twin swords slashed straight at the mirrored surface of the giant screen, and sank directly into it as if they had slashed into a puddle of mercury.

At the same time, another similar giant screen of mirror light appeared behind the huge giant spirit in the sky. Two magical sword blades emitting terrifying aura quickly extended from the surface of the mirror light and slashed towards the giant spirit itself.

"what--"

A slightly surprised sound rang out in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the twisted sword stopped moving and turned to slash to both sides.

"Kacha kacha——"

With just one slashing movement, the two giant space screens in front and behind of the Giant Spirit were completely torn into pieces.

(End of this chapter)