Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 440

The sky is collapsing.

Countless red cracks spread across the void like spider webs, with white molten liquid flowing out of every crack.

Burning fireballs slid down rapidly from the dome with a gradient of crimson purple and orange-red, like countless falling meteors.

Juventus stood in the sky swept by heat waves, looking at the ground below that was completely submerged by the swelling magma - the energy of countless flames formed a raging torrent of destruction, and under the magma there seemed to be countless volcanoes erupting at the same time, steaming up blue-green smoke, and the air kept falling down like burning cotton wool.

Huge red bubbles emerged from the surging magma, and the sharp sound of the bubbles bursting was like the screaming of the ancient fire demon's soul.

Every part of the secret realm is melting and being destroyed, and this space is on the verge of complete collapse at any time.

Juventus' eyes were calm, but anyone could see the turmoil beneath his calmness.

"Is there any way to get to the bottom?"

Juventus suddenly spoke, looking up at Lindis who was approaching with a similarly gloomy expression.

Lindis' eyes flickered for a moment, and he was about to speak.

At this time, a low voice came from afar.

"I advise you to give up this idea."

Several people looked up and saw that the waves of fire in front of them separated by themselves, and a tall and majestic figure in a white robe walked out from them.

"White Witch King."

Everyone in the field, including Juventus, saluted the visitor.

The White Witch King walked in the air to the front of several people, his eyes fell on Juventus, and continued: "Except for the former Walitz...no one can survive in this environment."

"The bloodline of the Phoenix family is not completely immune to the fear of fire."

The White Witch King raised his head and looked around, as if he was speaking to a few people, or as if he was talking to himself.

“Perhaps many years later, a new phoenix will be born in this area.”

After saying that, the White Witch King shifted his gaze and whispered to someone, "Let's go, Cersei.

Heal your wounds first."

"Yes, Father."

Cersei walked away from Juventus reluctantly and went towards the White Witch King.

She kept looking back at Juventus, expecting to see a similar expression on his face.

But Juventus's attention at this moment seemed to be all on the surging magma below. Cersei was a little annoyed, but the next second she remembered that her whole body was burning with blisters, like a demon, and she turned into a gray shadow and quickly jumped towards the White Witch King.

The White Witch King rolled up his robe and gently broke through the void in front of him, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared with Cersei.

After the two left, Lindis approached Juventus and whispered, “Okay, the inherited magic tools of Heramus are not so easily destroyed by magma, no magma on this continent can do that.

You will have plenty of opportunities to salvage it later.
The point now is that this damn place is about to explode. If we don’t leave now, we will all be buried with them!”

Juventus ignored Lindis' words, and instead a faint deep purple light lit up in his secret silver eyes.

Lindis was too lazy to care about him anymore. He quickly walked to the other side. Golini, who had been waiting for a long time, released a silver light to wrap him up, and the two left together.

Juventus was the only one left on the field.

The purple light in Juventus' eyes quickly became stronger, as did his body, even seeping out from the gray robe that covered his body.

Amid the roaring waves of fire, the sound of magical instruments seemed to be heard.

I don’t know how long it took, but when an extremely turbulent wave of rock swept over, the purple light, the trembling sound and the figure of Juventus disappeared at the same time.

In the vast secret space, only the mottled void, like large pieces of peeling wall skin, was left. All kinds of things that had been gradually melted and swallowed by the scorching heat.
Flaming Plains.

On the vast plain, the land covered with lava rivers had countless cracks appearing at some point, and from the cracks, surging columns of lava fire gushed out one after another.

In this turbulent scene, the lava waterfall that originally hid the entrance to the Fire Realm had long disappeared, and in its place was a huge, irregularly shaped fission fireball, like the eye of an ancient fire dragon, staring at everything between heaven and earth with violence.

Two figures appeared silently in the sky that was illuminated red by the flames.

"What a pity, I'm a step too late."

Angele's not-so-pretty face showed deep regret, he turned around, looked at Narros who had a calm face beside him, blinked and said: "You did it on purpose, right?
You worry that if you are there, you will be unable to resist taking action. "

Narros didn't say anything, but just looked into the distance, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was quietly thinking about something.

"I told you long ago that there was something wrong with the way you recruited him."

Angele said, "Based on my understanding of that kid, if you help him once, even if you don't say anything, he will be willing to sacrifice his own life to repay you."

Narrros was silent.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Maybe you are right."

Narrros thought for a moment and continued:
"Do you think he can survive?"

"of course."

"why?"

"No reason."

Angele grinned and tapped his temple with his finger, "Intuition, and my understanding of him."

Narrros thought.

“Witch’s intuition?
I almost forgot your current gender. In the wizarding world, this has always been a bit of a topic."

Angelet's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Narros, however, turned around and greeted him softly.

"Let's go.

If he is alive, as you said, I will consider changing the way I handle things related to him next time."

"Damn it."

Angelet recovered with an ugly expression and said with a curse: “This cold joke is not funny at all.

I'm talking to you, Nar."

Narrros was too lazy to respond, and his figure disappeared into the void like smoke.

The ancient palace is made of pure white stone, and the suspended tower on the top of the palace looks like a huge and solidified pendulum.

A snow-white meerkat stood on a huge round table, seemingly carving something carefully.

The rustling sound of falling wood chips was extremely clear in the quiet hall. In front of the round table, wizards in white robes were kneeling. No one made any sound, as if they were all waiting quietly.

Finally, the last cut of the wood carving in the mongoose's hand fell perfectly.

The mongoose picked up the wood carving, looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then jumped lightly from the round table, jumped over the steps, and finally landed in front of a wizard who was as beautiful as a woman.

The meerkat stretched out its slender paws, gently held the other's face, and asked softly: "Are you ready, Ani?"

"at any time."

"Are you all aware of the consequences?"

The meerkat glanced at the person in front of him and everyone kneeling behind him with a serious expression.

"clear."

Hearing everyone's firm and resolute answers, the meerkat's eyes suddenly softened.

"Thank you."

It kisses the forehead of the person in front of it, followed by the forehead of everyone present.

Everyone who was kissed by it bowed his head deeply, showing the utmost respect and piety.

When the little meerkat returned to the round table, a wisp of gray flame ignited from its body. Soon the flame spread to Ani for no reason, and then to every wizard of the Pendulum of Fate present.

Every wizard with gray flames burning on his body will age little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their bodies were rapidly decaying, but their spirits seemed to be baptized in some way, and their souls glowed brightly in the flames.

The mongoose stood in the center of the round table, its eyes turning into two gray whirlpools. At this moment, it was like a god worshipped by many believers. No, to be precise, it should be the most pious one. The gray flames burned wantonly, gradually spreading to the entire hall.

The raging gray flames quickly engulfed the entire pure white palace, and the flames wrapped around the suspended bell tower on the top of the palace.

At a certain moment, the suspended clock tower and the pure white palace collapsed in flames without warning, and several white doves flapped their wings and flew out.

At the same moment, a long and grand ancient bell sound suddenly rang out, as if passing through the corridor of time and instantly reaching the infinite distance.
On the top of the black mountain shrouded in gray mist, three figures in black robes stood, facing the same direction.

Their black robes were all embroidered with huge patterns of weeping blood eyes, symbolizing the Witch Heart Palace. Each of them exuded a powerful aura fluctuation of a late sixth-level wizard.

The heavy sound of a bell came from the darkness, ringing in the ears of the three people.

“The new prophet is dead.”

One person spoke in a low voice.

At this moment, a glowing snow-white dove suddenly emerged from nothingness and was caught by the speaker just in time.

After the glowing white dove was in his hand, it turned into a piece of snow-white parchment, and there seemed to be faint words floating on the paper.

The speaker's eyes quickly scanned the parchment, his expression slightly moving, and then he passed the note to the second person.

The second man in black robe took the parchment, read it and passed it to the third person again.

But when the parchment fell into the hands of a third person, it burned for no reason and almost instantly only a pile of ashes remained.

"The prophet's last words?!"

The third person's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously asked: "What did it say?"

However, the next second, what responded to him were two chilling and bone-chilling murderous intentions from the left and right.

"boom!"

The terrifying power of magic erupted at the top of the black mountain, and large patches of gray fog surged violently.

A low curse was heard from the swirling gray fog, followed by a muffled groan of shock and anger, and finally a sharp and smooth growl, each tone of which contained a strong evil meaning.

"You guys trust her that much?!

More than a thousand years of friendship is not even worth a few words from her?

What if she’s wrong?”

The growling voice received no response, and finally, amid a roar full of frustration and unwillingness, all the noise subsided quietly.

Two figures supported each other and slowly walked out of the gray fog. They didn't even look back at the collapsed mountain behind them, and disappeared into the vast fog in an instant.

The Empire of Life.

Since the end of the Holy Grail Trial, everything in the Firefly Mist City has been developing in a better direction for the forces under Selina, presenting a thriving scene.

In the quiet afternoon, everyone is busy with their own affairs.

Grace sat in the rooftop garden that was built entirely for her. Compared with the other people here, she seemed so idle.

Grace knew that she could not help in any way. All she could do was to stand up and look in the direction of Selena's palace not far away every hourglass time. Then she would sit on the brightly lit rooftop and draw on the drawing board in front of her over and over again facing the sky, something she herself did not even know the meaning of.

Sometimes Grace would miss the little attic room with a beautiful blue pointed roof, which restricted her freedom but was warm and cozy.

Although she often felt bored at that time, at least she could hear her mother's nagging every day, and occasionally, one or two interesting people would pass by the house.

just like.
The paintbrush stayed in one place for too long, leaving large smudges of paint on the white canvas. Grace sighed softly and tore at the canvas in front of her at random.

Just then, "BOOM!"

In the distance, a house that she had been paying attention to suddenly burst out with an extremely strong mental fluctuation, and rich golden and white light poured out from every window of the house like water waves.

Grace stood up suddenly, ran quickly to the edge of the rooftop, and held on to the railing, trying to get a closer look.

Powerful wizard figures appeared from all directions in the sky and rushed towards the house quickly.

"problem occurs"

Grace's heart tightened inexplicably, and she had a bad feeling.

Time passed quickly, and when the wizards who were attracted by Selina's aura walked out of the house again one after another, Selina found a familiar figure, moved her lips quickly, and then waved to the other party.

Not long after, a female wizard with silver hair and dark skin appeared on the rooftop.

"Did something bad happen?"

Grace stared at the other person and asked impatiently, expecting to hear from him that it was just a false alarm.

The silver-haired witch had a bitter look on her face and replied, "It's even worse than you might think.
Edward Alba declared independence, and wizards from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society began to appear on a large scale in the eastern part of the empire.

The most important thing is”

The silver-haired witch paused and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness has just received the news.
The new prophet of the Pendulum of Destiny has passed away, and His Majesty the Golden Dawn of the Empire of Destiny, who has always supported us and won the Holy Grail for His Highness, has also fallen."

"what?!"

"Yes, I want that one."

In the small wizard tavern in White Pine Town, bald Jason stood at the bar and pointed to a wizard hat full of beautiful blue feathers hanging on the wall behind the bartender.

The bartender carefully took down the hat Jason had chosen from the wall full of wizard hats and asked casually, "Will you wait a few more days, sir?"

The guest in front of him had been coming to the pub every day for more than a month, sitting there all day, and clearly stated that he was waiting for a friend.

After more than a month, the two had become familiar with each other. The bartender even knew that this guest, who had a ferocious appearance and exuded a strong aura of a dark wizard, actually had a softer heart than most wizards.

Almost every day he would feed the stray cats, dogs, squirrels and even smelly badgers that wandered around the pub door.

"He must be busy and can't come for the time being."

Jason shook his head and said, "I remember you do have a message delivery service, right?"

"of course."

The bartender nodded and shook the wizard hat in his hand. "This hat belongs to you now. You can leave any words you want to say to anyone in it. As long as the other person puts on the hat, they will be able to hear you.
Forgive me for being so nosy, but didn't you and your friend exchange any communication props?"

Jason was silent for a moment, then said, "Some things are not suitable to be said in a communication tool."

"I couldn't agree more with you."

The bartender smiled and nodded, "Some things are really hard to say, leaving a message on a hat is the best way.

A guest also left you a message two days ago. Would you like to listen to it? "

"Uh?"

Jason was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously asked, "Who?"

The bartender gave Jason a look, indicating that he should look in a certain direction to the left and behind him.

Jason turned his head and looked across most of the tavern. Finally, in the corner of the tavern, he saw a plump male wizard wearing a striped robe and a beard. He was looking at him with a smile and waving to him.

"Damn it!"

Jason felt a chill in an instant and turned around quickly, "Hurry up and bring your damn hat over, quick!"

The bartender shrugged helplessly and handed the hat to Jason.

After leaving his message, Jason returned his hat to the bartender, threw down a few magic stones, glared at a wizard who was still staring at him with murderous intent, and strode out of the tavern.

When a few stray cats wandering around the door of the tavern saw Jason coming out, they immediately came up to him and circled around him intimately.

Jason squatted down and gently stroked the head of each stray cat one by one.

He stood up and gently pulled open the sleeve of his robe on his left hand. On the back of his hand, densely packed blue veins formed a strange scar-like mark.

Jason silently put down his sleeves and looked up at the sun in the sky.

Damien

“I hope we’ll have a chance to meet again.”

After saying this, he strode out of Baisong Town with a determined look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)