Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 434 Hide behind me, follow me closely (5k)

The majestic and ancient roar of whales can be heard in the red wilderness of volcanic forests. The flowing magma freezes and surges out into layers of frost and snow.

The crimson-purple sky suddenly turned into blazing white, and the shadow of a huge baleen whale slowly swam out, carrying an endless cold current drawn from outside the void, spreading thousands of white sail-like fins, and gently wrapping the blazing and surging golden-red flames in the sky.

"laugh--"

The two extreme forces collided, releasing rolling white waves. The surging water vapor formed a huge mushroom cloud under the influence of the spell fluctuations, rising rapidly and slowly dispersing.
"Whoosh whoosh-"

The condensed water vapor rises into the air and turns into heavy rain.

When all the noise had completely subsided, this land of fire, which had been dominated by dryness and heat for thousands of years, suddenly had a rare hint of coolness.

Under the sky that had turned crimson purple again, above the red magma that gradually broke free from solidification and began to flow slowly again, all traces of ice and fire disappeared, and in their place were two human figures that were almost tightly merged into one.

Ronan pursed his lips slightly, his blue-gold eyes sparkling with icy light.

Suddenly, he heard a soft cry coming from his arms.

His tense face relaxed, and he lowered his head to see Molly curled up in his arms like a wounded little animal, her thin shoulders shaking violently up and down.

She slowly raised her head, her delicate and beautiful face now completely covered with tear marks.

"I'm going to kill them!"

Molly's eyes were red, the tip of her nose was coral-colored, and her lower lip was clenched tightly, leaving a deep crescent-shaped mark between her teeth.

She let out a sound that sounded like a sob or a curse through gnashing teeth, and said to Ronan word by word: "No matter who they are!"

Ronan looked at her, and the coldness in his eyes melted away little by little.

He slowly loosened his arms that were holding Molly tightly, then reached out to wipe the tears from her face and nodded calmly.

"it is good.

I'll go with you."

Molly sniffed hard, and a gleam flashed in her eyes, which had quietly turned violet at some point, and then the fire that penetrated her body instantly evaporated all the tears on her face.

She carefully and quickly picked up the two bodies on the ground and began to regain her composure.

"I need to go find my uncle."

Mollyl grasped her staff with a cold expression, and brilliant flame flowers flowed down the staff from her fingertips, releasing waves of violent spell fluctuations.

"Then, find out who killed Laubner and Abu."

After saying that, Molly raised her cane and lightly drew it across the empty space before her eyes, leaving a striking golden line in the air.

The space was like a pocket that opened to both sides along the golden zipper, and Mollyl turned into a ball of fire with a "bang" and disappeared into the entrance.

"That's not necessary, Damien."

When Ronan was about to follow him into the entrance, Alazan's voice rang softly in his ear, "This is a sinister and murderous plot that deliberately targets the Phoenix bloodline. If you rashly get involved, you may lose your life."

Ronan stopped and was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Haven't you always wanted to know what I saw in the death prophecy?"

"I saw that I was dead right here."

"The prophet Eve took the initiative to ask me to come here. The hint she gave was clear enough - if you want to break the deadlock, the first thing you need to do is... step into it.

Otherwise, she should have told me to give up the idea of ​​entering the Fire Realm and stay as far away from here as possible."

“So, this trip.”

"I'm not just doing this for Molly, I'm doing this for myself as well."

Ronan looked at the slightly floating space entrance in front of him and lowered his head. A golden ladybug slowly crawled out from his tiger's mouth.

Ronan whispered to the ladybug on his palm: “Alazan, if I fail, you will carry the Mirror of the Void and find another person who can inherit your will.

I know you can do it.”

After saying this, Ronan completely severed the connection between his consciousness and Alazan, and stepped into the entrance of the space with a calm face.

After passing through a layer of space, the sky above my head was still crimson purple, proving that I was still in the realm of Lihuo.

Molly was not far from Ronan, with her back to him and using the staff in her hand to open the second entrance.

Molly seemed to have the authority to travel freely in the Realm of Fire, but for some reason, she did not use this ability when she was leading Ronan, and the two of them "wasted" a lot of unnecessary time on the road.

Ronan followed closely in Molly's footsteps, and the two of them passed through four or five passages in succession. Finally, Molly stopped, and they came to an unusually open space.

The sky here is no longer crimson purple, but a normal light blue.

A huge and ancient cracked stone platform sits in the center of the space. The platform is surrounded by a red abyss, and rolling heat waves emanate from every crack on the platform.

In the middle of the platform stood a huge dark red palace, but it had been shattered at this time, and the dark red rubble rolled everywhere, like scattered, coagulated, dirty blood clots.

Under the sky, on top of the collapsed palace, several energies intertwined together.

In Ronan's perception, almost all the free fire energy particles in this space, as well as the fire elements that continuously gushed out from the bottom of the hot red abyss, were flowing towards that location.

There seemed to be an extremely huge invisible vortex at that location, and the center of the vortex was in a three-legged tripod-like state.

A handsome young man in a gorgeous robe holding a feather bone staff, surrounded by countless golden and red flames; a man in a white robe with platinum horns on his head, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly; and a tall man with a monstrous deathly aura, a stout figure, and a huge strange helmet.

All three of them exuded an extremely terrifying aura, like three stars that were either blazing, cold, or dim, and earth-shaking collisions occurred from time to time.

The entire space was shaking and trembling violently under the spells cast by the three people, as if it would collapse in the next second.

"Level seven."

Ronan stared at the three people in the fierce battle, a slightly solemn look on his face.

Just as Alazan guessed, this was a sinister plot deliberately targeting the Phoenix family.

The young man in a gorgeous robe holding a feather bone staff and surrounded by countless flames was obviously Molly's uncle, another descendant of the Phoenix family with the blood of the phoenix.

This is his home ground. With the blessing of the infinite fire elements deposited under the Lihuo Realm, the fire magic he releases is like the flame of annihilation, enough to melt the void.

The terrifying might was so powerful that even if the other white-robed man and the tall man, who were both level seven, joined forces, they could not completely suppress it. Instead, he had a slight advantage.

As soon as Molly arrived here, she rushed straight towards the Broken Palace.

Ronan's heart tightened a little and he hurried to catch up, but fortunately Molly did not lose her mind and stopped somewhere away from the edge of the battle group.

Ronan landed beside her, and neither of them spoke, just staring at the battle between three Twilight Level 7 wizards in front of them.

Molly's eyes followed the figure of the young man in the gorgeous robe in the battle group. Her pretty face was tense, and the knuckles of her hand that was holding the staff tightly looked white due to the force.

Ronan's focus was more on the other two level seven wizards who were fighting with the young man in fancy robes.

The white-robed man with platinum horns on his head stood motionless in the void, and platinum-colored moon-shaped arcs of light kept shooting out from under his fluttering white robe. The magic arcs were sharper than the sharpest blade in the world and could even cut the flames of the phoenix. Ronan only looked at it from a distance, but his naked eyes and mental strength felt a faint pain as if they were being cut.

The thick black and gray death energy rushed towards the omnipresent golden-red flames in the void like a tide. The two forces continued to offset each other, and the tall and burly body was half hidden in the endless black smoke of death energy. It was simply hard to imagine that this vast death energy like the midnight ocean almost all came from the body of this one person.

At a moment when the flames gained the upper hand and the deathly aura became slightly thinner, Ronan finally captured the full picture of the tall figure in the deathly aura.

He had always mistakenly thought that the man was wearing a strange and huge helmet on his head, but now he saw clearly that it was actually an evil and strange creature like an octopus, lying tightly on the man's head.

Its slender limbs and jagged teeth were all deeply embedded in the tall man's scalp. Its skin was frighteningly pale, and its face had almost no facial features, only rows of slender eyes that flashed an eerie purple light.

The tall man who was possessed had a deathly pale complexion, empty eyes, and his face was covered with dense, fine black veins.

Every time the strange creature's eyes flickered, a huge ring of death would suddenly erupt from the body of the tall man under it. He cast the spell mechanically, looking as if he was just a tool, and the strange creature lying on top of his head was the real controller.

Ronan noticed the tall man's corpse-like skin color and the gray-gold hair that leaked out from his shoulders. He seemed to have thought of something all of a sudden and his eyes flickered rapidly.

"Walk."

After watching quietly for a while, Ronan suddenly spoke, reached out and grabbed Molly's arm and turned around.

“Where to?!”

Molly struggled to break free from his grasp, looking at him with red eyes, "I'm staying here. You said you'd stay with me!" "I know what you're worried about. Leaving now will be the biggest help to him."

Ronan glanced at the young men in fancy robes in the distant battle group and said calmly, "These people are coming for you.

Do you remember what you told me?
Your uncle is the most powerful fire wizard on this continent.

With his strength and the characteristics of his phoenix bloodline, I firmly believe that he can escape even if two wizards of the same level join forces.

But if you stay here.”

"call--"

Ronan took a deep breath, looked into Molly's eyes, and said in a serious tone, "He has a fatal weakness that can be attacked by others."

Molly was slightly stunned, and stood there with a changing expression, as if she was thinking about what Ronan said.

After a moment, Molly turned her head and took a deep look at the young man in the gorgeous robe in the distance, then grabbed Ronan's hand with her backhand, bit her lower lip and said forcefully: "Let's go."

Ronan grabbed Molly's cold little hand and flew quickly in the direction he came from.

But before the two of them flew out of the range of the huge stone platform, transparent ripples quickly appeared in the void before their eyes.

A pair of metal feet with cold and hard lines but with a distinctly feminine style walked towards them step by step through the void.

Then the calves, knees, and waist.
Along with the void fluctuations that bloomed like water splashes, a tall and nimble woman's figure slowly appeared in front of the two men, just blocking their way.

The woman had short dark grey hair tied into small braids, her skin was slightly brown, and her grey pupils were surrounded by a beautiful ring of lapis lazuli.

She was wearing a light white close-fitting short armor and holding a platinum dagger in each hand. She looked at the two men with a half-smile, the look of one looking at prey.

After the woman with gray braids appeared, two more figures in black robes appeared silently from the platform, one on the left and one on the right.

The three of them formed a semi-encirclement formation, blocking Ronan and the other two.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people in front of him one by one, including the woman with gray braids. These three people who suddenly appeared to block the way all exuded the mental power fluctuations of sixth-level wizards.

"Two in the early stage of level 6, and one in the middle or late stage of level 6."

Ronan turned his head to look at Molly beside him. At this moment, Molly understood his thoughts and immediately picked up the staff in her hand.

The cane in Molly's hand quickly cut through the air, leaving a beautiful golden trail, but the expected crack did not appear.

Molly repeated the action several times, and her expression gradually became more ugly.

She looked back at Ronan for help, "They have blocked this space."

“They can’t seal off all the places.”

Ronan quietly dispersed his mental power, and relying on the Minotaur's inheritance of keen sensitivity to spatial fluctuations, he easily detected the entire picture of the space blockade.

An unknown space-sealing magic circle had been set up at some point, and it was like a huge invisible glass cover upside down on top of the two people's heads.

If you want to leave with the help of Molly's travel authority, you must break out of this blocked space area.

But the closest breakthrough point to them was at the edge of the three seventh-level Twilight Legion behind them. The rest of the directions were all blocked by people.
Ronan's eyes flickered as he quickly thought about his next move.

At this time, the gray-braided woman who was standing in the air above them chuckled and spoke. Her eyes lingered on Ronan for a moment, and then naturally shifted to Molly.

"Molly, your name is Molly, right?

The daughter of the Phoenix family, the apple of Wallis Phoenix's eye."

The gray-braided woman raised her arm slightly, and the platinum dagger in her hand continuously spun out dazzling dagger flowers one after another, "You are even more stupid and cute than I thought.

Will you cry or scream?

I have heard that the dying cry of the phoenix is ​​the most beautiful sound in the world."

The voice of a woman talking to herself echoed faintly on the empty platform.

Molly stared at the woman in front of her, slowly loosened her grip on the hand of the person beside her, and tried to pull it away from the other person's palm bit by bit.

"Ronan, go away."

Molly murmured, "Their target is me. I will try to attract their attention, and then you..."

Before Molly could finish her words, she suddenly felt her hand loosen. The big hand that had been holding her tightly just now let go so easily and decisively at this moment.

She couldn't see the expression on the face of the person next to her, she could only see her own hand that had lost its grip. Although this was the result she wanted, she still felt an inexplicable sense of loss and emptiness in her heart.

Molly remembered that last time, that hand was still so firm that it could not be shaken off.
She bit her lower lip lightly, but quickly took a deep breath and handed the staff in her other hand to the other person.

"The rune key to break through the space is on the cane."

Molly was just about to say the last words to the other party when suddenly...

"call--"

A terrifying gust of air that was visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded beside her. The strong wind blew her hair on her temples and hit her face, blurring her eyes.

She heard a series of violent bone-cracking sounds.

Then there was the sound of the sea waves hitting the rocks and the humming of deep-sea conches.

A deep and sticky dark red quickly spread out, and in a trance, countless blood threads blossomed, like blood-stained poppies in full bloom.

Spells roared, metal clashed, and groans sounded.
Everything happened in a flash and then calmed down just as quickly.

When Molly recovered from her brief state of unconsciousness, she was shocked to find that the disgusting woman who had just stood in mid-air and looked at her with teasing eyes like a prey had now appeared on a platform farther ahead, half-kneeling, holding two daggers and slowly standing up with an ugly look on her face.

The two level six black-robed wizards who were originally on the left and right sides of the woman were no longer in their original positions.

One of them stood far away with a look of horror on his face, as if he was facing a great enemy.

another.
His body was covered with blood holes as tiny as pinholes, and he was lying quietly on the ground. He had turned into a cold corpse, and his face was still frozen with a horrified and unbelievable expression before death.

And in front of her, there was a calm dead sea that looked like a sea of ​​thick blood.

The man beside him, who had taken off his robe, was now standing quietly above the Dead Sea with a tall, twisted demon body covered in blood.

Countless dark red threads protected him. His hair was bloodshot and he was slightly tilting his head, controlling the dark red threads to quickly pull back a blurry and twisted soul that was about to escape.

He took a deep breath, as if he was opening his mouth to swallow the soul.

Then he turned around, looked at Molly, and said quietly with a calm face: “Don’t think about anything.

Just hide behind me.

Then follow me closely."

Molly stared at the person in front of her in a daze, and for a moment, she forgot what to say.

After Ronan gave Molly her instructions, he stretched out his body. A long and narrow cut on his chest was slowly healing.

[Innocent Body] was activated, and under the body of the ancient demon blessed by the Eighteen-Layered Spiral Palace, his arms, which were unusually long and ferocious, drooped naturally.

The bright red blood flowed quickly along the muscles of the arm and slowly dripped on the fingertips.

This was not his blood, but the blood of the sixth-level wizard who had just died.

Ronan raised his head and looked directly at the woman with gray braids in the distance, but he saw that behind the woman, one figure after another emerged silently.

Ronan's heart was as calm as water, but the scarlet in his eyes was burning bit by bit like the fire of a dead sea monster.

He slowly raised his hand and picked up the body of the sixth-level wizard on the ground, who was caught off guard and killed by his lightning-fast attack.

This was the first sixth-level wizard he had ever killed.

But for today.

This will definitely not be the last.

(End of this chapter)