Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 444: Titanium Advancement, Dark Gold Dragon, Dragon Skin Book
"Is this enough?"

Ronan looked at the bottles of fire dragon marrow in front of him and asked Alazan.

"I just need one bottle."

Alazan replied.

Ronan broke the seal on the potion bottle in his hand and carefully poured a drop of fire dragon marrow onto his fingertips.

This marrow fluid, taken from the spine of a legendary fire dragon, rolled gently on Ronan's index finger like molten gold, emitting a unique scent that belonged to the legendary dragon species.
If the wizard genius Eremod from the "Throat of the Burning Sun" came here, he would probably be ecstatic.

Such amount of fire dragon marrow is enough to push his ancient red dragon bloodline to an unprecedented height; of course, it is also possible that he will turn into a half-human, half-dragon monster dominated by primitive savagery.

But no matter what, these dozens of bottles of fire dragon marrow are invaluable to any wizard.

Now they are piled here randomly like unwanted cabbages.

The fire dragon marrow that fell on Ronan's fingertips was trying desperately to drill into his skin like a living thing. Ronan tried to pick it up, but it pulled out dense and sticky filaments between the bottom of the marrow fluid and the fingertips.

He thought about it and released the defense on the surface of his skin. The fire dragon marrow fluid immediately melted into his body like mercury seeping into sand.

In a trance, Ronan seemed to hear the roar of a fire dragon, but it disappeared the next moment.

The drop of fire dragon marrow was almost completely devoured by the phoenix blood in his body the next second after it invaded his body.

Ronan felt that the ball of vitality in his body had grown a little bigger, but other than that, he didn't feel anything else.

"The benefit of taking Fire Dragon Marrow is too small for me. It is almost directly broken down into pure energy and absorbed.

But even if it is processed into a transplantable bloodline, it is estimated that it will not be helpful in improving the Phoenix bloodline."

Although they both have the bloodline of fire-attributed monsters, the Phoenix's bloodline is very special. It does not evolve by devouring other bloodlines. It has its own unique way of advancement.

If Ronan wanted to feed the phoenix by transplanting other fire bloodlines, it would most likely backfire.

These fire dragon marrows were obviously left by O'Brien. Wallis of the Phoenix family, as the heir of the laboratory, did not take these precious fire dragon marrows away, which is enough to explain some problems.

"After processing it and purifying it with the Holy Blood Tree, it can be used to cultivate magic pets."

Ronan thought of the Chimera of Juventus. If his idea could be realized, perhaps he could get a red dragon mount in the future.

After collecting dozens of bottles of fire dragon marrow on the table, Ronan also collected the broken ancient brass instrument.

Anyway, the foggy space is big enough, and he doesn't despise things that Wallis dislikes. He will ask Alazan and Benigo to study them. Who knows, they may be able to repair them and use them again.

Next to the table where the brass instruments were placed were rows of metal shelves, most of which were empty. Perhaps these shelves had once been full of things, but they had been picked over and over again, so Ronan could only be considered a scavenger.

He emptied several shelves without hesitation, including the shelves, without bothering to identify each item one by one. He just moved away what could be moved first.

After moving all the shelves away, a few old things placed in the corner were revealed.

At first glance, they looked like a pile of strange farm tools piled together haphazardly. Some were very large, and the smallest was as long as Ronan's arm, covered with dust and cobwebs.

Ronan walked over and released his mental power to blow away the dust that had accumulated over the years on these things.

Their true appearance was revealed, and it was more beautiful than Ronan had expected.

Under the illumination of the ubiquitous firelight in the secret realm, each piece was as black as agate, smooth and shiny, as if it were a strange handicraft made of some special metal.

"This is."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and in his mind, Alazan had already reported the identities of these things.

"keel."

"Red Dragon Bone"

Ronan took a deep breath, walked to the pile of dragon bones, picked up one at random, and looked at it carefully. "I didn't expect it to be black, like steel."

The legendary red dragon feeds on magma and metal, so it seems reasonable that its bones are like steel.

The density of the dragon bone was even greater than Ronan had expected. The dragon bone, which was only as long as an arm, was so heavy that it seemed like a condensed mountain.

"This should be... the red dragon's fang?"

Ronan looked at the dragon bone in his hand. The material was even better than other dragon bones. It was as narrow as a scimitar and seemed to be made of top-grade black diamond.

When you tap its smooth surface with your fingertips, you can hear a dull and strange buzzing sound.

Held in the hand, the dragon bone, which has been immersed in flames and magma for many years, seems to still carry the ancient warmth of the O'Brien era.

As Ronan looked around, titanium was summoned out from the foggy space by him. It split into several streams like water and quickly wrapped around the dragon bones in front of him.

"Chacha——"

The titanium wrapped around the keel made a rustling sound similar to chewing and grinding teeth, and Ronan could feel the joy that the titanium conveyed to him.

His eyes lit up slightly. Since the dragon bone was like steel, he thought of giving it a try to see if titanium could absorb it. Unexpectedly, it actually worked.

Yitai was eating happily. It had been a long time since its last meal.

It took Titanium a long time to devour all the dragon bones, except for the dragon tooth scimitar in Ronan's hand which he kept as a collection.

All the dragon bones disappeared, leaving only debris on the ground.

The "full" Yitai lay lazily on the ground, like a large mass of irregularly shaped slime creature.

However, he exudes a hint of ancient and heavy majesty.

"The power of the red dragon."

Ronan stared at the changes in Yitai, his eyes flickering, "Has this legendary characteristic been inherited as well?"

Ronan thought about it, suddenly took a step forward, took out a bottle, and quickly poured the amber liquid in it onto Yitai.

As the liquid poured down, the titanium that was almost accumulating to the limit finally broke through a critical point, and suddenly a strong wave was transmitted, followed by a gradual transformation from the original brilliant and gorgeous gold color to a more noble and restrained dark gold color.

"Dragon marrow quenching! Level 6!"

Ronan casually threw away the bottle of medicine in his hand, his face lit up with joy.

The next second, Yitai made a slight sound and flew up from the ground, rushing towards Ronan.

Titanium condensed into a thick, dark golden spine on Ronan's back, then adhered to his skin and quickly extended out.

A large amount of dark gold "flesh and blood" expanded and filled, gradually wrapping Ronan's entire body, slowly forming a huge dragon-shaped outline.

Dark golden scales quickly grew out of the dragon's body. When its cold vertical eyes turned, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the dozens-meter-long dark golden dragon's wings like heavenly swords suddenly spread out from behind and flew up.

The ancient dragon's might emanated, perhaps the roar and breath stimulated certain hidden runes and magic arrays in this space.

The echoes of spells that once lingered here began to manifest themselves.

One after another, huge but blurry red dragon shadows flew out from every corner of the secret space, circling and dancing around the dome with the dark gold dragon. The roar of the dragons continued for a long time, and when the numerous red dragon shadows quietly disappeared, the dark gold dragon slowly fell from the sky.

At the moment of landing, the dragon's body collapsed, and the tall figure of Ronan walked out of it.

The shattered dragon scales reassembled outside Ronan's body, condensing into a gorgeous robe with a pure black background and embroidered dark gold patterns.

Ronan looked at the titanium flowing in his hands, with a look of unsatisfied feeling on his face.

"【Living Steel】 plus titanium that has inherited some of the dragon's characteristics, I can cosplay as a legendary dragon when I have nothing to do in the future."

The Ancient Dragon might not be good enough, but it's more than enough to pretend to be an Ancient Dragon.

The ancient thunder eagle Oris is only level six.

Ronan was satisfied. He was pleased with the power and side effects of the upgraded Titanium.

He was looking for the "Hammer of Kolin" with the intention of using it to "feed" Titanium, and now his goal has been achieved.

He continued to tour the laboratory in front of him.

There is really nothing to explore in the area on the north side of the Black Pyramid. Apart from half a statue of the Dwarf King, there is nothing valuable.

If Titanium had not been upgraded yet, Ronan might have considered moving the metal statue of the Dwarf King back to feed Titanium, but now he thinks its material grade is too low and it is too heavy.

The rune cage on the east side that O'Brien used to imprison the fire demon and the fire dragon is nothing to look at. The cage that was once powerful enough to imprison ancient dawn-level monsters now has many runes and magic arrays erased by time and no longer has any power.

Ronan picked up two at random and quickly turned to the last south side.

The south side was the area that interested him the most, as it was where O'Brien once placed his books and notes.

What disappointed Ronan was that the separate inner library was empty, except for a book with a dark red cover that he picked up from the floor in the corner.

The material of this book is soft yet tough, and it should be made from the softest part of the dragon skin on the belly of a fire dragon.

Ronan could see that O'Brien, the once powerful fire wizard, had a ranch of fire dragons and Balrogs. He wanted to cover the floor of his laboratory with fire dragon skins and use the hearts of ancient Balrogs for lighting.

The dragon-skin book looked like a notebook, and it contained several fire runes created by O'Brien, which seemed to be of high quality.

The rest were some fire spells, one of which was even of the Twilight level, but it was written in Dragon Language, which Ronan couldn't understand at all, and had to rely on Alazan's translation.

"O'Brien has gone too far. No one will care if he raises fire demons, but there are many powerful beings in the dragon clan. He not only keeps dragons in captivity and kills them, but he has also done many very outrageous things that seriously challenge the dignity of the dragon clan."

Alazan did not elaborate on what O'Brien had done. He just sighed and said, "Bahafus hated him very much at the beginning. Because of O'Brien, Bahafus even had a bad relationship with me for a while until O'Brien died."

Alazan talked for a while, then turned the topic back to the dragon skin spellbook in Ronan's hand, and said: "Just take a look at these runes and spells. They all require dragon blood to cast, and are not very useful for ordinary wizards."

Ronan felt a little regretful and could only put the dragon skin book away.

He only has some scattered and ordinary fire magic inheritance in his hands. If he wants to fully unleash the power of the phoenix bloodline, he may have to look for the magic inheritance of the Phoenix family.

After taking away the dragon skin book, there seemed to be nothing more worth exploring in the huge library.

He was about to leave when Alazan stopped him.

"The bottom left corner of the third empty bookshelf."

Alazan gave a hint, paused, and said hesitantly: "Go and try it, if I remember correctly.

O'Brien should also have a secret room."

Ronan's expression brightened when he heard this. He walked quickly to the place that Alazan mentioned and explored it carefully according to his instructions.

The mental power was unable to detect any abnormalities until Ronan stretched out his hand and felt a little abnormal raised mark.

It's not a rune, just a tiny square cone-shaped protrusion. If you don't look very carefully, you can't detect it at all.

Ronan slightly mobilized the free energy in the air, pressed the bulge down with his fingers, and it went in very smoothly.

"Click——"

The rustling sound of the mechanism turning was accompanied by the barely perceptible fluctuations of runes.

The floor somewhere behind Ronan melted silently like mercury, revealing a deep entrance with stairs leading downwards.

"Be careful."

Alazan warned in a low voice.

Ronan nodded, took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs.

The air in the tunnel was unexpectedly fresh, and the turbid smell mixed with sulfur and coke naturally dissipated behind Ronan.

There was a faint fragrance in the air.

Ronan felt something familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

At this moment, a faint light appeared in front of me, and the stairs in the tunnel had come to an end.

At the end of the stairs, there was a small section of rocky ground covered with light red fire-loving moss, and a familiar fragrance wafted from the front that Ronan found familiar.

Ronan carefully walked past this section and took a few steps forward, then he saw a small door that was slightly closed.

There are some gilded decorations on the small door.

"Alazan"

Ronan called out to Alazan, wanting to ask if this was what he remembered O'Brien's chamber to look like.

However, Alazan inexplicably did not respond to him and suddenly fell silent, as if he had suddenly lost the connection while chatting.

Ronan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and walked to the small door decorated with gold, reached out his hand and gently opened it.

The next moment, a deep crimson room appeared before him.

Silk, gems, carpets, draperies, a carved dressing table and large bed, quiet moonlight crystal chandeliers, and an oversized dressing mirror with a beautiful pink and gold frame.

This looked like a young girl's boudoir.

At this moment, the fragrance that lingered at the tip of his nose, becoming increasingly rich and clear, finally brought back clues in Ronan's memory.

Molly.

This is Molly's scent.

This is the room where Molly once lived.

Only then did Ronan understand the reason why Alazan suddenly "went offline". It seemed that he had noticed this, but he was too slow.

Ronan stood quietly in front of the door for a while, and finally walked in slowly.

(End of this chapter)