Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 91: Demonic Tungsten Steel, is this the sword you used to have?
"Idiot! What are you still standing there for?! Hurry up and do it!"

The boy's sudden appearance shocked all the young wizards. Lynch, who was in the lead, was the first to react. With a gloomy face, he urged the dazed Harry to make arrangements quickly.

"You two stay here. You, hold them together with me..."

The burning flaming axe appeared again. Lynch narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him. He said slowly: "No, it's to kill him."

Almost at the moment when Lin Qi finished speaking, the giant flaming axe floating above his head was whistling and slashing towards the young man.

The surging flames on the giant axe came into contact with the surrounding icy air currents, sparking a large amount of white gas, forming a rolling white tide that swept forward.

However, the next second, the surging white tide suddenly stopped and turned into countless ice particles again, floating in the air for an instant.

The handsome young man holding the ice spear pushed aside the ice particles casually like pushing aside a crystal bead curtain. Wherever he walked, the cold air dissipated and the heat wave receded.

Lin Qi watched helplessly as the flames on the flaming axe he had swung out gradually weakened. The originally red and transparent axe blade was immersed in ice water, and its luster quickly dimmed.
In this air, it seemed as if all the flame energy particles were being ruthlessly driven away.

Only the ice energy particles were left partying and worshipping their king from the kingdom of extreme cold!
The hostility on Lynch's face solidified, and his eyes revealed a deep shock, shaking violently like a flame on burning steel that was about to go out.

Inexplicably, a trace of despair arose from the bottom of his heart, and the young man suddenly disappeared from his sight.

The next moment, the energy shield outside the body suddenly shattered silently, and ice crystal spears wrapped in dark blue flames and filled with countless mysterious auras quickly enlarged in the agate pupils.

Lynch, who was shrouded in murderous intent, felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. His whole body was completely entangled by layers of despair like tentacles. He could hardly muster any will to resist. There was only one thought churning in his mind.

"Who the hell is this monster?!"

When the realm of despair is activated, Ronan himself becomes the source of coldness and despair.

Once he gets close to the opponent, the physical and mental impact on the opponent will surge to several times that of other positions in the field, reaching an extreme.

With the help of [Charged Weapon - Spell-Breaking Power], Ronan easily tore open the protective shield and mental force field of the late-stage first-level wizard in front of him, just as the ice crystal spear was about to pierce the opponent's head.

Ronan quietly stopped his momentum, and after a little thought, he turned the tip of the ice crystal spear in his hand and used the spear body to sweep across the opponent's cheek. With a dull sound of facial bones breaking, the late first-level metal wizard flew sideways like a sandbag.

next.

Ronan's white hair was flying on his temples, his body was wrapped in wind and snow, and he was holding an ice spear. It was impossible to tell which was colder at this moment, him or the ice and snow around him.

When his gaze calmly turned to another round-faced wizard beside him, the latter subconsciously stepped back, and several magical tools floating around him began to glow rapidly.

Ronan thrust out the ice spear in his hand, and the deep blue aurora cold current gushing out from the tip of the spear penetrated the air and hit a ring-shaped magical tool. The strong cold air generated instantly froze the magical tool, whose surface had begun to glow with rune light, into a lump of ice.

The round-faced wizard frantically activated the remaining magical tools with a horrified expression. A ball of blazing flame and a bright blue plasma ball appeared in the air in front of him almost at the same time.

However, before these two first-level spells could fly towards the target, Ronan's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The aura of the realm of despair enveloped the area closely, and the two spells that were ready to be cast waned at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flames and plasma balls shrank rapidly, and then were gently punctured one by one like fragile balloons under the ice crystal spears interwoven with [Power to Break the Spell], and they were torn apart.

When the tip of Ronan's spear, which was spewing out the message of ice, was quietly aimed at the round-faced wizard's forehead, the round-faced wizard, who was still tightly holding a dark yellow crystal ball in his hand, looked at Ronan with only shock and horror in his eyes, and kept repeating the words "This is impossible! How is this possible?!"
"Snapped!"

A figure covered with frost was thrown out of the white courtyard and landed heavily on the dilapidated street covered with ice chips.

There were three similar unconscious figures on the street.

Ronan silently withdrew his gaze, holding four storage waist bags in one hand and slowly closing the half-open rusty iron door with the other hand.

Turn around.

The last rays of the setting sun shine on a snow-covered courtyard, reflecting countless sparkling crystals.

The courtyard's former desolation and dilapidation were concealed, and at this moment it seemed somewhat beautiful.

Benigo sat in this beautiful crystal scene, silently inhaling and exhaling smoke.

Ronan walked up slowly, took out a small black wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree, and threw it out.

The wooden box drew a perfect arc in the afterglow of the setting sun and was then caught steadily by Benig.

"You were right not to kill them."

Benigo looked at the wooden box in his hand, his fingers gently stroked the lines on the surface of the box, and whispered: "The Ring of Law encourages internal competition, but does not allow internal friction.

No one can bear the punishment of killing his fellow soldiers."

"So this is how you've survived until now?"

Ronan had a blank expression on his face. "If I had known this earlier, I should have left the seeds at the door and turned around and left; or I should have waited until they were done with you before coming in."

To be honest, Ronan already regretted it.

He came to Benig simply to fulfill his promise to lend him the Holy Blood Tree seeds.

After arriving, he saw the sudden appearance of the rune array and realized that Benigo in the array was in danger. He hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to take action.

Maybe it was because he wanted to repay Beniger for what he gave him outside of the deal?

Or do you feel sorry for the "unanswered" communication rune stone?
Ronan himself didn't know.

But he really regretted it now. The price of his impulsiveness was that he completely gave up the opportunity to escape from the quagmire.

The storage waist bags snatched from the four wizards he had knocked unconscious were a little consolation that Ronan barely managed to get back for himself - after all, he had already offended them, so it didn't matter if he offended them even more.

Ronan felt a lot of anger in his heart, but he had no way to vent it because it was all his own fault.

However, the depressed mood soon dissipated.

-

This is a piece of black metal that is about the size of a human head and has a cold and hard appearance.

It was quietly placed in front of Ronan.

"What are you"

Ronan's expression was surprised and unexpected.

Just seconds ago, he had seen it flow out of Benig's body like oil and crawl straight to his feet.

As a novice metal wizard, he knew very well what this piece of metal meant.

In the inheritance of metal magic, many spells need to rely on a medium to exert their powerful power, so almost every metal wizard will carry a piece of special metal with him as a medium for casting spells.

In fact, the magic medium is quite important in the inheritance of many magic systems.

For example, plant wizards usually need to carry a large number of plant seeds with them, and undead wizards need to keep various pieces of flesh and bones on hand.
The piece of black metal in front of Ronan is undoubtedly the medium of Benigo's magic. Without this piece of metal, Benigo's strength will be reduced by at least two-thirds, or even more.

The wizards who had previously caused trouble for Beniggo also came for this piece of metal, which is enough to prove the power and preciousness of this metal medium.

Now it seems that Benigo is planning to give this thing to him?!

"It's not easy to make a smart person like you do something stupid. I'm even a little flattered." Beniggo slowly stood up from the steps holding his pipe.

His clothes were completely soaked with blood and sweat. There was a shocking and hideous wound on the back of his neck, and the ulcer on his left cheek seemed to have become more serious.

But there was no sign of injury or inhuman pain in his eyes.

"Just consider it as extra compensation for you?"

Ronan frowned slightly, and was very excited when he looked at the black metal under his feet.

During these three days, he had successfully mastered the core spell of the metal element [Activate Metal] and was just lacking a suitable metal medium.

My original plan was to go to a magic tool store and pick out one to use first.

But whether the magic stones he has now are enough to buy a piece of the cheapest alchemical metal is not the point. The common metals in the magic tool shop are definitely not comparable to Bennig's metal, which even second-level wizards of the magic circle are fighting for.

"Okay, no need to hesitate."

Seeing Ronan's hesitation, Benigo said calmly, "I never have the habit of taking back things I give away.

and"

He paused, then continued, "Although Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, it is also an extremely rare spell medium for second-level metal wizards, and its properties in all aspects are excellent.

But its shortcomings are also obvious
The energy it carries can cause severe corrosive damage to the body.

Once your soul is not strong enough to suppress this backlash."

Benigo reached out and touched his left cheek, which was covered with ulcers like metal rust, and whispered, "You will end up like me.

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s a good thing for you to give it to you now.”

"Is it because of the continuous erosion of dark energy particles?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand slightly, taking the piece of black metal on the ground into his hand.

Even if Benigo didn't say it, he had already felt the peculiarity of this metal.

It turned out to be a very rare dark material, which had been emitting strong dark energy particles.

In the sunlight, one can clearly observe that the metal surface is actually emitting wisps of black gas like smoke and fog, which is the dark energy that has almost condensed into substance.

However, Ronan felt that this side effect of the Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big problem for him.

Because of his [Pure Body], there is a huge ball of light in his body that is condensed from vitality, which can repair the hidden injuries in his body in real time and expel all kinds of free energy particles that attempt to cause harm to his body.
The mental power in Ronan's mind quietly surged out, and as the [Activate Metal] spell was cast, the black metal block in his hand floated slightly, then melted into liquid again, flowing continuously like a ball of black mercury.

"Benigo, is this the sword you once had?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked at the black ball in his hand in the sunset.

Gradually, the black color began to extend upwards, growing rapidly like a plant.

Finally, it grew into a dark, heavy, and beautifully shaped one-handed sword, quietly floating in Ronan's palm.

In the sunlight, the entire sword was shrouded in a faint black smoke that seemed to contain some strange magical power. If you looked at it for a long time, it seemed to be able to absorb your eyes and soul.

".In the future, it will become even more glorious in my hands."

Ronan looked at the sword in his hand, muttering something, and slowly grasped the hilt with his slender and well-proportioned fingers, feeling the slight chill from the metal.

Since Benigo had said so much, there was no reason for him to refuse or be hypocritical.

As Benig said, this was a kind of "compensation" for the risk he took.

Because whether he likes it or not, after today they will be tied to each other more tightly.

"Let's go talk somewhere else. I don't think we can stay here any longer."

Seeing Ronan put away the Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Benigel's expression relaxed. After looking around, he asked him to leave together.

Ronan did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

The two walked out to the courtyard together.

When passing the long street in front of the door, Ronan saw four wizards lying on the ground and couldn't help asking, "Which old enemy of yours sent these guys?"

Banigo shook his head and denied: “Not an old rival.

It was a man I didn't know named Travis.

It’s probably the rising star of the Tour de France in recent years.”

A figure walked slowly along the dilapidated and desolate street.

This is a very young man.

He had a thin face, pale skin, and long, beautiful fingers.

Her long black hair was combed meticulously, and she wore black diamond earrings on both earlobes.

He was wearing an exquisite and beautiful silver robe with three silver rings on the left chest.

Although there was a glow floating on his robe all the time, the man gave people an inexplicable dark and profound temperament.

He was like a shadow that could swallow up the light. When he appeared at the end of the long street, the whole street became darker and more eerie because of him.

The young man soon arrived at No. 131 Tongding Street, which had been almost completely razed to the ground.

Four unconscious figures were lying on the street in front of the door.

Inside was a messy magic battlefield with traces of frost everywhere.

The young man's gaze lingered on the bodies of the four wizard followers on the street. There was a lot of coldness flowing in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face from beginning to end.

The man went back into the courtyard and took a quick look around.

After he walked out, he found a communication stone in his hand.

The man spoke calmly into the communication stone.

"I'm Travis."

"Help me contact Lanny, just say"

"I have something that everyone is interested in, and I hope to sit down and have a good talk with him."

"It's about Benigol and his descendants."

(End of this chapter)