Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 437 Juventus, you will definitely regret this decision today

Ronan originally had six opponents, but now there were only three left who were qualified to stand in front of him.

The other three wizards, including Garcia, have all "retreat" outside the space blockade formation.

It was a pity that he failed to kill another person, but he was able to seriously injure three people without dying himself under the siege of six level six wizards. Such a record was remarkable enough.

If the result of this battle were to be spread, God knows what kind of sensation it would cause in the wizarding world of the Upper Ring Continent.

Of course, behind this brilliant victory, the price Ronan paid was that his left eye was pierced by magic, leaving only a charred and blurry empty eye socket.

There were several long tear-like wounds on the neck and chest, and the flesh above the wrist of one arm was almost completely scraped off, leaving the white bones completely exposed to the air.

And the entire back was covered with dense, bumpy, festering wounds that were caused by explosions and corrosion by spells.

tragic.

What is even worse than these hideous wounds visible to the naked eye is the huge consumption of the vitality light ball in Ronan's body.

At this point in the battle, he couldn't even spare more life energy to heal his physical injuries.

The ball of vitality in the body has shrunk to almost the diameter of a thumb. Once it is exhausted, Ronan will immediately exit the state of the ancient demon body and completely fall from his current strong state comparable to that of a sixth-level wizard.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled gently, and the several narrow and long tear wounds on his chest moved slightly with his breathing.

He took out several bottles of healing potions from his space ring and drank them slowly.

Due to Lindis's strange spell, the power of the healing shrine lost its effect on him, whether temporarily or permanently, and he was not sure. He could only replenish his vitality with little effort.

The thick Dead Sea illusion beneath his feet had shrunk to a dozen meters in radius, and there were only dozens of spirit whiskers surrounding his body.

In fact, Ronan did not gain nothing.

The high-intensity life-and-death battle made him understand the fusion of the ancient frost whale bloodline and the power of the Dead Sea more deeply. The punch that just defeated Garcia was the best proof of this.

The master-level proficiency of [Instinct's Grasp] should have increased a lot, but he didn't have time to check it carefully.

After taking several bottles of healing potions, Ronan felt that his condition seemed to be slightly better.

He stretched out his demonic body lightly, the Dead Sea beneath his feet rippled slightly, and the few dozen remaining whiskers of spirit swayed and moved, the force field swallowed and spit, and the void around him kept twisting, as if a huge and invisible terror was circling and cruising silently around him.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the only three remaining opponents in front of him, with his gaze focused more on the woman with gray braids.

In previous battles, the woman with gray braids had always been the one who posed the greatest threat to him.

More than half of the wounds on his body were caused by the other party.

Of course, the price the latter paid was obviously not small. She had completely sacrificed her entire Yuanling Dharma Body. Her originally slightly brown skin turned much whiter, and her aura could be clearly felt to have declined significantly.

"Come again."

Ronan stared at the woman with gray braids and spoke softly with a calm expression, a domineering force field emanating from his body.

His action caused the other two sixth-level wizards of the Resurrection Society to move slightly and subconsciously retreat slowly.

The woman with gray braids, on the other hand, not only did not show any fear, but instead sneered and raised the dagger in her hand again.

Ronan ignored her actions and walked towards the woman with gray braids step by step with an expressionless face, his speed getting faster and faster.

The latter kept staring at him, with cold eyes as he gently placed the dagger on his collarbone.

The tip of the dagger pierced the skin, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out, then quickly floated up and flew towards the platinum scale above his head.

The platinum scale tilted a little bit, and an unprecedented terrifying aura emanated from one end of the scale.

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he approached the woman with gray braids like a shadow.

The latter's expression gradually became crazy. He held a dagger in his hand and cut a long wound between his neck and collarbone.

"boom--"

A blinding light came from the side, carrying with it the unique spell fluctuations of a sixth-level wizard.

Without even turning his head, Ronan threw a punch in the direction where the magic light was coming from.

Condensed and majestic power emanated from his body, and the shadow of a rotten whale skeleton flashed by in an instant.

"Oh!"

Streams of light exploded, and the scattered spells rushed around randomly. Most of it was blocked by the force field around him, and a small part fell on him.

With blood-stained hair flying, Ronan stood still, his eyes fixed on the woman with gray braids like nails, and his determination to move forward was unwavering.

Just as they were about to get closer, Molly's voice suddenly pierced their ears.

"Damien, save me!"

"Om-"

Ronan's figure stopped suddenly, and after a moment, he suddenly disappeared.

"Die!"

Under the platinum scale, the gray braids on the woman's head suddenly broke free and became disheveled, rising high like rotten white seaweed.

She acted like a madman, and the dagger that was pressed against her neck quickly slashed towards her heart.

One end of the platinum scale above his head tilted to an unprecedented degree, and unprecedentedly rich and powerful platinum light condensed on one end of the scale.

Just when the tip of the dagger was about to penetrate the chest, suddenly, a gray robe appeared silently in front of the woman.

"There's no need for this."

A hand stretched out from under the gray robe, firmly holding the woman's hand holding the dagger, looking at her and shaking his head.

"Cersei."

The woman stopped moving.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, the stubbornness and madness in her eyes fading away bit by bit like the tide.

Finally, she released the dagger that was stabbing her heart, lowered her arms, and the hostility between her brows was quickly replaced by a hint of feminine tenderness.

"Listen to you."

The woman responded softly, then turned around and began to carefully comb her messy hair.

"Oh!"

Ronan threw a punch from a distance, and the long-accumulated power of "Ancient Whale Fall" penetrated the void and instantly landed on a figure in his field of vision.

The latter disappeared into smoke without a sound.

Ronan's eyes flickered and quickly fell back to Molly's side.

Molly stared at him, her eyes fixed on the missing socket of his left eye. Her lips trembled, and she raised her hand as if she wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare.

Molly had been standing here during Ronan's previous battle.

She behaved unusually "well-behaved". Ronan had no idea what she was thinking, but at least one-third of his attention was on Molly, even in the most dangerous battle.

"You just"

Ronan looked at Molly in front of him and was about to ask.

Suddenly, a twisted black shadow quickly emerged from behind Molly.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a powerful force field penetrated his body. With the clanging of his five fingers, he passed Molly and grabbed the black shadow directly.

Almost at the moment he made his move, a bone-chilling chill suddenly struck Ronan's chest.

Ronan suddenly lowered his head and saw that a small piece of air under Molly's earlobe, which was very close to him, had twisted at some point, and a thick tentacle with a quiet silver light quickly stretched out from it.

The tip of the tentacle was so sharp that Ronan had no time to react and could only move his body upwards.
"boom!"

The silver tentacle penetrated his entire body.

"Cough--" Ronan coughed up blood and staggered backward. The palm that was originally stretched forward immediately turned to grab the tentacles in front of him.

The silver tentacle that suddenly pierced his body seemed extremely slippery. When Ronan's five fingers touched its surface, a long string of eye-catching silver sparks appeared on his fingertips.

He watched as the tentacles retracted from their original positions.

When the last glimmer of silver disappeared from his sight, Ronan suddenly realized that it was not a tentacle at all, but a
A scaly tail!

Molly was completely stunned by what happened suddenly.

She stood there blankly for a few seconds, then slapped her shoulders and hair ends like crazy, as if there were some terrible and disgusting bugs hiding there.

Molly screamed hysterically, then rushed forward to support Ronan.

The little remaining vitality in his body was exhausted, and Ronan came out of the state of the ancient demon body.

He was breathing heavily, and all the wounds that were once on his demon body were now reflected on his normal body, becoming even more eye-catching. The huge penetrating wound that almost covered half of his chest was even more horrifying, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Ronan leaned against Molly and could feel that Molly's whole body was shaking violently.

Her lips were pale. Ronan had never seen her so scared. Her eyes were as wandering as a helpless little animal.

"I don't blame you, I really don't blame you"

Ronan leaned over and whispered in her ear to comfort her.

Tears welled up in Molly's eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly and frantically took out various bottles of potion from the space ring and threw them on Ronan's wounds without any care.

Ronan let her do what she wanted, raised his head and stared in a direction in front of him.

A figure emerged from the twisted black shadow that had previously attracted most of his attention.

The other man suddenly pulled off his black robe and grinned happily at Ronan.

"Gorini."

Ronan exhaled lightly and slowly read out the other party's identity.

The latter smiled and nodded, greeting Ronan familiarly like an old friend, "Yes, it's me."

The bald, red-eyed Golini could still barely resemble the former Ewakuei. Suddenly his expression changed, and a voice belonging to Molly came out of his mouth.

"Damien Damien..save me.."

This voice is so similar to Molly's, even the mental fluctuations that accompany the voice are exactly the same.

Molly, who was applying medicine to Ronan, stopped what she was doing, clenched her teeth with tears on her face, and trembled with anger.

"Damien please..don't give up on me..."

Suddenly, Gollini's voice turned into Evaqui's again, and his expression became sad and pleading.

It was just like the time Ronan encountered him outside Spirit Lake.

Ronan watched his performance quietly until Gollini completely lost interest in such pranks. The expression on his face gradually faded and his eyes became cold.

"You are... so boring."

He said to Ronan in a shrill voice.

After saying that, his body swayed slightly and flew to the other side.

Ronan's gaze followed his figure and saw Golini walking safely into the crowd of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

Ronan was somewhat surprised that Golini would mingle with the people from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, but when he thought about it carefully, it made sense.

At this time, the remaining few people on the field had all gathered together and slowly walked towards Ronan and the other person.

Lindis still stood outside the space blockade formation. This time, he seemed to have handed over the initiative to another person.

It was the level five gray-robed man who had been traveling with him.

He stood quietly not far from Ronan, and under his gray robe, a pair of secret silver eyes looked at him calmly.

Cersei, the gray-braided woman who had fought with Ronan to death, snuggled up to him like a little bird, with a gentle gleam in her eyes.

"Juventus?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, he let go of Molly and slowly stood up.

The gray-robed man did not speak. He just raised his hand and gently took off the hood on his head, revealing a young face as handsome as a god.

"It's really you."

Ronan seemed to have finally confirmed something, his eyes were complicated, and he whispered: "I didn't expect it."

"It was me who didn't think of it."

Juventus spoke lightly, looking down at Ronan.

Ronan shook his head.

He turned away from Juventus and glanced at Gollini, the woman with gray braids, the other six-level wizards, and Lindis and others outside the magic circle.

Finally, it fell back to Juventus.

"How many of Heramus's magic armor sets have you collected?"

Ronan suddenly asked.

Juventus looked at him expressionlessly, Ronan tilted his head slightly, and the two looked at each other silently.

A moment later, Juventus suddenly tore off his gray robe.

On his tall and slender body, shoulders, chest, neck, waist, feet and hands, he was wearing six pieces of magical equipment that were glowing.

The six magical instruments were identical, all presenting a dreamy glow like purple crystal and glass. There seemed to be nebulae flowing in each of them. With the addition of the six magical instruments, the already outstanding Juventus became even more noble, majestic and unparalleled in beauty.

Ronan carefully looked at each piece of magic tool set on Juventus.

Each of them is an exquisite masterpiece made by Heramus himself, with an ancient breath that lasts forever and is covered with the marks of legends.

“So beautiful…”

Ronan let out a light sigh, and then slowly withdrew his intoxicated and obsessed gaze.

When his only remaining eye regained clarity and calmness, Ronan slowly took out an armband from his personal space.

The moment the armband appeared, Juventus's calm eyes immediately showed obvious fluctuations.

Ronan looked at the armband in his hand reluctantly, and finally raised his head, looked at Juventus in front of him, and spoke again.

"I'll use a piece of my magic suit to exchange for the right for both of us to leave here safely, okay?"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of everyone on the field became subtle.

Everyone's attention naturally shifted to Juventus.

Ronan ignored the reactions of others and just looked at Juventus, waiting for his response.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

After a moment of silence, Juventus' eyes gently passed over the arm ring in Ronan's hand, and he said lightly: "It is destined to belong to me."

"Ok."

Ronan shook his head, his expression hard to tell whether it was disappointment or something else.

After his trade request was rejected by Juventus, he did not put the armband away, but slowly put it on his right arm.

"You will definitely regret this decision today."

Ronan looked at Juventus with clear eyes and said calmly, "Because this should be your closest chance to completely collect the Heramus Guardian Set."

After saying this, Ronan Peihuan's right fingertips lightly touched his forehead, and a strange wave quietly spread out.

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival. By the way, I would like to ask for the guaranteed monthly ticket for the new month after 12 o'clock. Thank you~
(End of this chapter)