Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 89: Sinking is an instinct, youth is the first sharp weapon
[Pure body]!
[Pure body]!
Ronan once again felt eager to find the subsequent inheritance of [Austerity Body Tempering].

He was not ambitious about the powerful inheritance that Benigo mentioned, but he felt that he could prepare for it anyway.

At least we shouldn't let this unique advantage over other wizards be slowly buried by time.

“What are the conditions for turning the ring?”

Ronan thought for a moment and asked Benig.

Benigault responded: “It’s very demanding, almost impossible.

Especially if you have shown outstanding talent in the test..."

"let it go."

Ronan accepted this fact calmly.

There is nothing perfect in the world. A month ago, he couldn't even expect that he would switch to ice-based training.

The effect of doubling the amplification of ice spells is indeed quite tempting, but he has the "Ice Ring Necklace of Alris", and this symbol can only be regarded as "icing on the cake" at most.

When he was promoted to the middle stage of the first level, he had originally intended to reserve the space for refining the second soul seal for the [Silverization] seal.

"I mainly want to inherit the metal spells."

"for you."

Benigel raised his hand and threw a rune stone to Ronan.

Ronan took it, and after his mental power seeped into it, he was shocked to find that it contained a complete set of first and second-level metal spells, as well as the [Silverization] talisman inheritance.

"Although you have become a core now, it will take at least half a year to accumulate contributions to obtain these.
Anyway, you will get it sooner or later, so if I pass it on to you now, it won’t be against the rules of the Ring of Justice.”

Benigault said calmly.

This is part of the deal. Ronan looked at the rune stone in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he still said thank you to Benigo.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere else."

Benigel called out to Ronan and walked off in a random direction.

The entire Seventh Ring is actually a circular area built around the Seventh Silver Tower.

There are many buildings clustered under the silver tower. The further you go out, the more empty it becomes. You can imagine it as a cake tower that keeps piling up towards the middle. Benigo and Ronan are now walking around the edge of the cake.

"The silver-white giant tower in the middle is the Ring Master's retreat and resting place. The Ring Master's radiance covers the entire Seven Rings. You can consider moving in later. The effect of meditation here will be slightly better than outside."

"See those ten gray towers surrounding the giant tower?"

Benigel pointed in a direction to Ronan, and Ronan looked in the direction he pointed.

There were ten wizard towers next to the silver-white tower. They were gray all over. There was a striking blue light ball on the top of each tower, but the sizes were different. The higher the tower, the brighter the light ball on the top, just like ten beautiful lighthouses.

“That represents the ten best meditation positions in the entire Seventh Circle.

The highest one at the innermost part, the effect of meditation inside is ten times higher than normal."

"Only ten wizards with the strongest strength and talent and whose soul age is under 100 years old are qualified to live here."

Benigo looked towards the gray lighthouse, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "I once lived in the sixth tower. It was indeed a very good time."

Ronan took a look at Benig, and understood how the three-ring mark on his robe came about.

As for why he is only at the late stage of level one now, it is probably because he had a bad temper and acted too arrogantly, so he was beaten to death by others.

"There is actually a limit to the age of the soul. For wizards who pursue immortality of the soul, isn't age always just a number?"

Ronan said casually.

Benigo turned to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a calm but serious tone: "This is what I am going to tell you next. The most important thing about the Ring, Damien."

Ronan was stunned, waiting for Benig's next words.

"Do you know why we are the Seventh Ring?"

"Because... we are the weakest?!"

"Yes."

Benigo nodded, "Not only is the ranking of the Magic Ring based on strength, but the seats of the seven ring masters are also ranked according to their respective strengths.

Ranking is about resources.
We are the Seventh Ring, and our resources are the least among the seven rings."

“For example, the wizard tower that I just mentioned to you has an enhanced meditation effect.

The best one in our seventh ring can only increase the power by ten times, but in other rings, the worst one may increase the power by more than ten times.
That’s the resource gap.”

Benigo looked directly into Ronan’s eyes and whispered, “Damien, you want to survive well in the Circle of Justice and gain a foothold here.

The first thing you must learn is to fight!"

"Fight?"

There was a slight fluctuation in Ronan's eyes.

"Resources, inheritance, reputation, connections. Fight for everything!

The qualification to stay in the ten meditation towers is just the surface."

Benigo said coldly: "The real top resources are all in those secret spaces left over from the ancient times, but do you think that just anyone is qualified to enter?

The number of places to enter most secret realms is limited. If you don't fight for it, it won't fall into your hands.

The strength of wizards of the same level is often gradually separated in this way."

"The more powerful a wizard force is, the more it will encourage internal competition, because there is also competition between forces, and there are also resources and living spaces that can only be obtained through fighting.

If you are not strong enough, you will be overtaken, swallowed up, and banned by other forces.
Do you know the term "multi-ring continent"?

Benigault suddenly asked.

Ronan was startled, thought for a moment and answered: "Nine Ring Continent?"

"That's about right. No one knows how many layers this world is divided into..."

Benigo said calmly: “But it is an indisputable fact that the free energy particles have been continuously sinking.

The density of energy particles determines the richness of resources. The lower the land, the more resources there are, and the smoother the path to advancement.
Every wizard should have the desire to constantly move downward.

The ancient wizarding forces that once existed on this continent and were once glorious, except for those that were lost in the long river of time, the rest have almost all moved to the lower levels."

“If you want to go higher in the future, make sinking an instinct.”

"so."

Ronan couldn't help but frown and interrupted Benigol.

"What does this have to do with soul age?"

He could understand the concept of "competition" that Benigo emphasized. It was the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest. He had always lived this way.

But what they were fighting for before was not resources. Most of the time, it was for that tiny chance of survival as the weak.

Facing Ronan's question, Benigo replied calmly: "Soul age is your ticket to participate in the sinking competition."

"Ok?"

Ronan blinked, confused.

"Young souls are full of energy and are eager to make progress. They are more suitable for fighting for the French Ring."

“Most importantly, the entrances to many ancient secret realms can only be entered by sufficiently young souls.

Because the speed of time flow in most secret realms is often different from that in the outside world. The older it is, the more chaotic it is.

At the edge of the entrance to these secret realms, a large number of time energy particles are accumulated, which develop into a mysterious power, usually called the time curse. The time curse likes to entangle wizards with a decadent aura in their souls. They are like hungry and greedy snakes, and they may eat up a wizard with a short lifespan in a blink of an eye.
Even if you are powerful, you will still be affected.

Only the breath of youth can drive them away and withstand the curse."

"So the magic circle has always favored young and talented wizards, and resources are basically tilted in this direction."

"A soul age of 100 is a dividing line. For the same second-level wizard, the treatment of those with a soul age of over 100 and those with a soul age of less than 100 is very different."

Benig stopped, and the pipe in his hand melted like mercury, and finally turned into a black dagger in his hand.

"Youth is your first sword, Damien."

He looked at the dagger in his hand and said softly, "Make good use of it. When it is time to fight, you should fight. Never retreat or show weakness.

Otherwise, there may never be such an opportunity again.”

Ronan remained silent.

After a moment, he produced an ordinary black wooden box in his hand and threw it to Benig.

"Here you go. The Holy Blood Tree seeds you requested."

But as soon as the wooden box was thrown out, it returned to Ronan's hands the next second.

Ronan looked at Benigol in surprise.

“Give it to me in three days.

I will leave the magic circle in three days. You come with the seeds and infuse the rune array on the ice coffin with ice energy for the last time.

Regardless of whether the seeds can survive or not, I will return them to you in the future.

Of course, if you don’t trust me.”

Benigo looked at Ronan and said calmly, "You can also regret it."

Ronan's eyes flickered. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving after you got the seeds?"

Benig didn't answer, but turned his head away and threw a communication stone to Ronan.

“I have offended many people in the French Circle before. If you ask me to be your guarantor, they will easily think that you are in cahoots with me.

You may be forced into some trouble later.
Keep this message stone safe. If necessary, you can ask the owner of the other message stone for help. He will definitely help you."

Ronan stared at the communication stone in his hand, with light constantly flowing in his eyes.

When he raised his head again, he found that Benigo's figure had disappeared from his sight.

"Three days."

Inside the room of the Blueberry Inn, Ronan sat on the soft leather sofa, playing with the small wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree in his hands, but his eyes were always on the things on the coffee table in front of him.

A rune stone that records all first- and second-level metal spells and the [Silverization] soul symbol, and an ordinary communication stone with only a communication mark on it.

Those two things Benig gave him.

Ronan has checked everything, the inheritance should be fine, but the communication stone
"I can't sense the other party's mark at all."

Ronan frowned slightly. "Is Benigo deliberately trying to trick me at the critical moment, or is it because he was tricked by someone else?"

The latter is more likely.

So far, he has gotten the best deal from the deal between Ronan and Benig.

Apart from the simple task of charging the rune array on Benig's ice coffin, he paid almost nothing.

Perhaps because of Benigo's reputation, he may have been tainted with some unknown troubles, but
This was also his own choice, and he knew it in advance.

Between enduring thirty years of hardship, being sucked dry by Basil, and possibly offending some people because of Benigo, he finally chose the latter.

"The smartest and most sensible choice at this time is to collect the seeds, move into the French Ring, and do the cutting with Benigo as soon as possible."

Ronan thought casually.

Soon, he put the small wooden box in his hand back into his storage waist bag, and calmly picked up the rune stone in front of him that recorded the inheritance of metal spells and checked it.

"How about we wait until sunset?"

Benig sat on the moss-covered stone steps, picked up the pipe in his hand and tapped it on the edge of the steps, then turned and whispered to the long wooden box standing beside him.

Before his eyes was a deserted and dilapidated courtyard, a dried-up and collapsed pond, a gray wall covered with dead vines, and a sun that had already set halfway in the west.

"In fact, I had the opportunity to get the seeds and leave immediately."

Beniger put the cigarette holder in his mouth and took a puff out of habit, but no smoke came out.

He never smoked in front of Fiona because Fiona would cough violently at the slightest smell of tobacco.

"He even offered me the seeds, but I didn't want them."

"..The speed of my soul's decay is getting faster and faster. My strength is weakening every day. When I meditate, my mental power is waving goodbye to me.
I'm worried that I won't be able to live long enough to return the things to him."

Benigo muttered to himself while holding his pipe. He turned his head to look at the long wooden box beside him and whispered, "I may have thrown away your only hope of resurrection. Will you blame me? Fiona."

The long wooden box stood there quietly, without saying a word, but Benig seemed to have gotten the response he wanted.

He reached out and touched the texture of the wooden box, and even the festering wound on his left cheek seemed to become gentle.

suddenly.

There were slow and steady footsteps outside the door.

"coming."

Benig's eyes lit up and he stood up from the steps.

But soon his expression changed again, and he quickly put the long wooden box beside him into his storage waist bag.

"It turns out that this is not the person we are waiting for, Fiona."

A hint of hostility flashed across Benigo's heroic face. He bit his pipe and his robe fluttered slightly.

He bent down slightly and began to run slowly towards the direction where the footsteps came from.

His footsteps were very light, like the most nimble cat stepping on a soft carpet, without making any sound, and his whole body's breath was restrained and clean.

Dense black spots appeared on the surface of Benigo's skin exposed to the air, and the black spots gathered into black lines, like the patterns of some runes.

Benigo's pace became faster and faster, and the anger and coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.
Finally, he approached the location where the footsteps came from, almost separated from it by only a wall.

Silently and soundlessly, Benig made a powerful slashing motion in the direction opposite to the gray wall.

As he made this move, all the black lines on his body came to life, flowing along his skin and quickly condensing into a huge and ferocious handleless heavy sword.

As the heavy sword swung out in sync with Benigo's movements, the entire sword body silently faded from pure black to silver white, and mysterious auras intertwined and gushed out from the sword body.
Where the heavy sword fell, the air was squeezed and collapsed, the light was distorted, and finally.
"Boom!"

The heavy sword slashed out fiercely, the air exploded, and the gray brick courtyard wall at the location where it was slashed was silently turned into the purest powder. It seemed that someone outside the wall groaned, and something was pierced fiercely, and then it was bounced away heavily without a sound.

"Harry!"

Several powerful mental waves suddenly erupted outside the courtyard wall. Someone cried out in shock and anger, and there was a sound of rapid chanting.
"Boom!"

The next second, a terrifying energy particle storm erupted, and the entire outer wall of the huge courtyard collapsed. Billowing smoke and dust rose, and a strong light bloomed from the dust.

There was still a cold look in Benigo's eyes. The hiltless heavy sword, which had turned back to pure black at some point, flew back to him. Just as he was about to slash again at the light and dust, Benigo suddenly turned pale and started coughing violently as if he was injured.

The hiltless heavy sword instantly disintegrated into countless black spots and melted back into the surface of his body. The aura emanating from his body also quickly weakened and faded.

Benigo retreated quickly, and at the same time, threw dozens of densely packed black metal balls forward like ink stains.

The energy particles in the metal ball collided violently, and after being submerged in the smoke and dust, they suddenly exploded, producing a terrible explosion aftermath, which spread out, forming heat waves and strong winds, almost flattening the surrounding soil and vegetation.
(End of this chapter)