Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 74 Be careful not to be tripped by the insect's thin legs
"You are so unlucky. I was originally chasing someone here, but that mouse ran so fast that it completely disappeared when I caught up with it here.

Fortunately, I met you."

The young black-robed wizard spoke calmly, the corners of his mouth always raised habitually when he spoke, giving people the feeling that he was sneering at any time.

“Oh, there is one thing I need to remind you.

Your method of concealing your strength is quite good, but unfortunately the loopholes at the soul level are too obvious."

Looking at the black-robed wizard in front of him criticizing him, Ronan was stunned for a moment before he realized what had gone wrong.

He forgot, he forgot the difference between a formal wizard and a wizard apprentice. In addition to the fluctuations of mental power, the degree of soul purification is also an extremely obvious feature.

After a soul purification, the soul of a formal wizard will naturally give people a sense of clarity.

An apprentice wizard may not be able to sense this, but a wizard of the same level can tell the difference with a little attention.

"I just got promoted, and I haven't fully adapted to the change in strength and status yet."

In fact, the function of the mirror magic tool fragments is very limited. It can only replicate the breath, which is quite useless.

It can only be said that everything changed too quickly, and Ronan's preparations for escape were also hasty, and he completely ignored this point.

Ronan simply withdrew the effect of the magic tool and felt the aura emanating from the young man in black robe in front of him. The mental power fluctuations were very strong, at least three times more than his own.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled, thought for a moment, and said to the young man in black robe, "Actually, I am very familiar with Angele from your Deathrattle Forest, so we don't necessarily have to fight.

Besides, I have only been in Hoddam College for a short time, and I don’t have a strong sense of belonging. If possible, I can choose to join you instead.”

Ronan's words were spoken very seriously, and in fact they were not completely nonsense. He had really thought about "surrendering to the enemy in the face of battle."

For him, joining the Black Robes was not something unacceptable, especially at this time when he had no idea where to go next.

His words stunned the young man in black robe. After a few breaths, he said with a smile on his face: "What a stupid and ridiculous way to beg for mercy.
Who told you we are the Forest of Deathrattle?

Scarlet to the Tower!"

The young man in black robe chanted as he casually rubbed out a blood ball the size of a ping-pong ball, which then exploded in his hand with a "pop". Countless blood foams condensed into a red spire pattern that looked like upright fangs.

"Can't you even tell whether it's a necromancy or blood spell?"

"Scarlet Tower..."

Ronan was slightly stunned, and then he understood why the headquarters of Hoddam Academy was suddenly attacked after the battle with the Forest of Death lasted for half a year. It turned out that a third-party wizard force had joined in.

Moreover, the third-party force that joined later is obviously much stronger than the other two!
".As for joining us?"

The young man in black robes looked Ronan up and down, shook his head and said, "Looking at your unnatural aging appearance, it must be because you wasted too much life when you were promoted to a formal wizard, right?

Do you think we would want someone with such qualifications?

Don’t regard the Scarlet Tower as a second-rate wizard force like yours, Hoddam. We don’t accept any trash wizards.”

The young man in black robe stood high above, looking down at Ronan with an expression of contempt and disdain on his face, as if a superior was looking at an inferior.

Faced with his sarcasm and ridicule, Ronan's eyes fluctuated for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and asked seriously.

"So what kind of thing is not considered garbage?"

The young man in black robe narrowed his eyes at Ronan and did not answer, but it was obvious that the patience on his face was disappearing quickly.

Soon, a cold murderous intent emanated from him, and he said indifferently: "Well, the time for last words is over, it's time to present your head, huh?!"

"Bah!"

Before he could finish his words, the young man in black robe was suddenly stunned.

He unexpectedly found that Ronan's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight, and there was only a pit that had just exploded, with mud and grass splashing everywhere.

Before he could fully disperse his mental power to catch the disappearing figure, he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned around abruptly -

The empty back.

Look up again.
Pupils shrink suddenly!

He saw a figure leaping high up over his head, with his back to the sun, his grey robe and white hair fluttering in the wind. His face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of cold, blue eyes as bright as gemstones and the blazing blue flame on the staff held in his hands.

"What did you say? It's not garbage."

The cold and deep voice, along with a strong and piercing murderous intent, fell from the sky, right at the chest of the young man in black robe.

The young man in black robe roared, and his enormous mental power suddenly expanded like a force field. A large amount of energy particles gathered, and a surging and thick blood-red color took shape in an instant, and then surged upward layer by layer like a rolling wave.

“【Blood Surge】!”

The bloody waves accumulated layer by layer, forming a huge barrier in an instant, and it was like a bloody giant hand turned backwards, which could hit back fiercely at any time.

The terrifying blood-red light made the young man in black robe with flying hair look evil and powerful.

However.
"Oh!"

A dull explosion sounded at this moment, and the eyes of the young man in black robe trembled slightly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The muffled sound continued.

The young man in black robe finally changed his expression. He just raised the staff in his hand, but before he could cast the next spell, the barrier formed by large waves of blood in front of him had been broken open layer by layer!

I saw a figure holding two long swords breaking through the waves from behind the blood, wrapped in dark blue flames, and countless mysterious auras flowing throughout the body.

With the momentum of falling from the sky, he was like a ferocious bird with its claws spread out, tearing apart layer after layer of blood.

Master-level proficiency of over 100 [Charge Weapon - Breaking Power], master-level [Basic Swordsmanship], plus master-level calm consciousness after [Empty and Clear Realm] is activated.
Ronan's eyes were deep blue, and the black sword in his hand, which was blessed by the Flame of Breaking Law, easily tore through the mental force field around the young man in black robe like a hot knife through butter, and in an instant he was close to the other party.

A reddish energy shield quickly emerged from the young man in black robe, but it only lasted for less than a second before it was popped like a bubble with a bang.

"Pfft-"

The long sword pierced into the plump and energetic body of the young man in black robe, carrying him all the way down in the latter's angry and terrified eyes, and nailed him to the ground!

The moment he landed, Ronan slammed his feet on the body of the young man in black robe, and took advantage of the momentum to leap upward again, with his sword drawn. A pale hand under his fluttering robe pointed at the young man in black robe from a distance.

"[Particle..Torrent]!"

In an instant, countless mysterious auras swarmed in and intertwined into an unprecedented terrifying force field.

Forty-five pure black energy particles were generated, forming a torrent of crushing force, rushing down fiercely.
Compared to his apprentice days, the power of this spell cast by Ronan, now a formal wizard, is more than ten times stronger!
"Rumble--"

The forest floor was shaking violently, and large waves of energy aftermath were like high-pressure water flowing down the ground, splashing water and flowing freely through the forest, overturning large areas of grass and soil.
When all the noise died down, almost everything had disappeared where the young man in black robe had been lying. All that was left was a shocking mess and a huge pit in the center.

Ronan stood there, squinting his eyes at the big pit, slowly put the sword back to his waist, and said softly:

“The dead ones are the real garbage.”

After saying that, Ronan took two steps forward and scanned the surroundings with his mental power, trying to find any trace left by the young man in black robe.

Unfortunately, [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] was as brutal as ever. Apart from some residual blood and flying bones, there was almost nothing left of the opponent.

"It would be great if I could get his storage waist bag... maybe I could find the inheritance of first-level spells in it."

Ronan sighed softly, "Even if it's from the Black Robe Blood Department."

What he wanted to do most now was to arm himself with strength as soon as possible. The feeling of being in danger at any time made him a little "desperate".

Suddenly, Ronan remembered that there was a strange box in his storage waist bag that he got from Linus, which could only be opened by official wizards.

Just as I was about to take it out to have a look, "whoosh——"

There was a sharp sound of something breaking through the air, and a chill suddenly arose in Ronan's heart.

He twisted his body instinctively, and the sword under his robe returned to his hand again. He raised his hand, slashed, dodged, and blocked.
Several blurry black shadows were suddenly projected like spears, which instantly passed through the position where Ronan was standing. After making a "ding-dong" sound of sharp objects colliding, they quickly retracted and disappeared.
Ronan rolled to the side in a somewhat embarrassed manner, half-knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword.

There was a slight stinging sensation on my cheek, from the cut that had just occurred.

Ronan raised his hand and gently wiped away the warm blood that was running down his cheek, but his eyes were fixed on a certain position in front of him.

Something swam out silently from the bushes, and Ronan could finally see what had just attacked him.

They were several thick dark green vines with many black thorns growing on them, like strange and ferocious giant pythons, constantly exuding cold murderous intent.

"This"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and the next second he saw a slender woman figure slowly walking out behind the long vine.

Seaweed-like green hair, strange tattoos all over his cheeks, green eyes, and the aura of madness and resentment emanating from his whole body.
Ronan's expression quickly turned ugly. "Who the hell let this mad dog out again?"

Under the turbid sky polluted by blood, two figures were flying quickly over the wilderness.

The strong wind blew Jerome's short hair, and his cold face was full of solemnity and worry.

Although his body was being pushed forward by the flying tool, Jerome's eyes were always on the direction of the academy behind him.

Jerome didn't look away until he was almost at the edge of the forest.

"Hoddam..it's over."

A heavy sound came out of his mouth.

The beautiful witch in the gray-blue robe beside him was in a low mood. She gritted her teeth and said, "Those crazy people in the Forest of Deathly Whisper couldn't get the Key of Nefer, but they actually leaked the news to the Scarlet Tower."

"I'm afraid the Scarlet Tower got the news itself. After all, this war has lasted too long."

Jerome shook his head, his expression calmed down. He looked up in the direction of the forest, sensing the slight energy fluctuations coming from there, and said, "The dean alone has held back most of the Scarlet Tower's forces. It seems that he is preparing to use the Invulnerable Wood."
She asked us to take Laura away and meet her at the Palace of Thorns."

The beautiful witch nodded, and soon had a headache and helpless expression, and sighed: "I'm really worried that neither of us can take Laura away by force.

You should know how difficult she is when she gets mad."

Jerome thought for a moment and replied, "Then let's wait until she's done going crazy before taking her away. Anyway...it won't take long."

When the beautiful witch heard this, she looked at Jerome in surprise.

"That's not something you would say, Jerome. Aren't you always the most loving and supportive of apprentice wizards? And I remember that you were very optimistic about that little wizard."

“Many things also need time.”

Jerome said calmly, "These are too luxurious for us who are on the run now."

The beautiful witch said nothing more.

Soon, the two approached the forest and saw from afar Laura's iconic vine spell dancing wildly in the woods, with large tracts of trees falling down under the terrifying force.

A breath entered the two people's perception.

Suddenly, a violent wave of energy particles emanated from the battle group, along with a hint of elusive mysterious aura.

The beautiful female witch who was approaching felt this and immediately covered her mouth.

“What do I sense? Jerome.

It seems to be the aura of a supernatural magic field!

Did I sense it wrong?
besides"

The beautiful female wizard showed a look of doubt on her face. She turned to look at Jerome beside her in disbelief, "When did this little wizard get promoted to the next level?!"

Jerome's eyes flashed violently, and after a few seconds, a sound came out of his mouth quickly.

"Come closer and take a look!"

"Dang! Puff--sizzle--"

Ronan swung his sword with all his might, slashing at a dark green vine as thick as an adult's thigh that was approaching him.

The sword blade slashed on the vine, making a crisp sound similar to that of metal collision, and then quickly slashed in, with a slight damping feeling, and finally broke free. A piece of the cut vine fell to the ground, twisting wildly like a living thing.

"Damn it!"

Although he blocked the attack, Ronan's face did not look good.

He lowered his head to check the long sword in his hand. The narrow black sword body, wrapped in the blazing dark blue flames, had gaps all over the sides of the blade, and even gave him a feeling that it was about to break.

With a proficiency of over 100, the [Charged Weapon - Spell-Breaking Power], driven by the powerful mental strength of a formal wizard, broke the blood spell of the black-robed wizard in the scarlet tower as easily as breaking a piece of fragile paper.

However, when facing the vine spell of the crazy woman Laura, its power was greatly reduced.

"This is not a pure first-level spell. The energy particles have a physical object to rely on. It can be considered a strange combination of magic tools and spells."

[Spell-Breaking Power] can easily disintegrate the energy particles that make up the spell, but cutting the vines requires the sharpness of the magic sword itself, and the vines summoned by Laura are damn hard.
Ronan once again felt the frustration of being unable to do anything.

If he was holding a first-level magic sword in his hand now, perhaps the scene would be different.

The time it took him to be promoted to a first-level wizard was really too short.

Ronan waved his sword, and his master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] shone with unprecedented brilliance at this moment.

His figure left a trail of blurry afterimages in the woods. He dodged the vines that were swooping down on him like giant pythons while rapidly approaching Laura.

At this moment, the messy zero-level spells he had learned were basically useless in battle, except for disrupting his rhythm and consuming his mental energy.

All he could rely on were the two major powers in his own domain. And though he looked old, he actually had a powerful body that was always surging with strength comparable to that of a humanoid monster!
“You gave me some surprises.”

Laura was suspended in mid-air between two white nan trees, with dozens of dark green vines extending from behind her. She looked like a human-faced spider full of danger and poison.

She looked at Ronan in front of her expressionlessly, her green pupils reflecting his white hair and the blazing blue flame on the sword in his hand.

"I have been promoted to the next level, and I have also mastered a low-level and unpopular power of the domain of law."

Laura's expression suddenly became ferocious, and the dark green tattoos on her face turned blood-red in an instant. The blood-red rune patterns also quickly extended and grew wildly on the dozens of vines behind her.

In an instant, the already difficult dark green vines suddenly expanded and became twice as thick. The strength and speed of their attacks also increased dramatically, just like a group of bloodthirsty pythons!
Laura's face was covered with bloody vine patterns, looking hideous and terrifying. Her mouth was open and she let out a sharp cry, and her body was almost filled with murderous intent.

Dozens of thick vines stained with blood tore through the air, making a terrible whistling sound. After cutting off large tracts of trees like cutting wheat, they quickly hit a gray shadow that was unable to dodge.

"Oh!"

A cloud of blood instantly exploded from the gray figure who was hit, and the whole person flew out as fast as a cannonball, but he stepped on an old tree and broke it halfway, then turned back, and finally rolled in front of Laura in a mess.

Laura looked down at him coldly, dozens of blood-red vines swaying slightly behind her like tentacles, emitting a disturbing aura.

At this time, she was not in a hurry to take action.

"What a pity. Bugs are bugs. Even if they become a little stronger, they are still so weak that people feel pity for them!"

"Cough cough."

The person curled up on the ground like a shrimp coughed violently several times, coughing up large amounts of blood foam.

Then he raised his body with great difficulty and slowly crawled up from the ground.

Ronan looked extremely miserable at this moment.

The grey robe he was wearing was almost torn into pieces, stained with blood with large patches of dark colour. His long grey hair was disheveled, wet with a mixture of blood and sweat, and stuck to his cheeks and forehead in a messy manner.

Ronan was staggering, as if he was going to die in the next second, and the black sword in his hand was broken into half.

"insect."

He repeated Laura's words to himself, and his eyes gradually began to glow, the clear blue almost bursting out.

"Be careful not to get tripped by the insect's thin legs!"

After saying that, Ronan grinned, and his face covered in blood and dirt showed a cold but extremely brilliant smile to Laura, who had never been so close to him before.

"【Energy Missile—Particle Torrent】!"

Countless mysterious energies converged and a huge domain of law suddenly took shape.

As dozens of pure black particles turned into a torrent and rolled away, Ronan's dejection and weakness instantly disappeared.

"Oh!"

The grass exploded, and the figure holding the broken sword rushed forward rapidly following the terrifying torrent, with a blazing flame that fluttered like a dark blue flag, and stabbed fiercely at Laura, whose expression suddenly changed.

"Die right there, you stinking bitch!"

When the cold and crazy roar sounded, two figures arrived from outside the battle group.

Feeling the two completely different and terrifying forces erupting at that instant, the eyelids of Jerome and the beautiful female witch trembled violently.

"Two kinds of extraordinary powers"

"How on earth did he do that?!"

The beautiful witch almost moaned as she sighed.

(End of this chapter)