Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 377: The trend is like a torrent, do you want to know? Kneel down and listen! (5k big chapter, please vote for the monthly ticket)
The translucent gears of all sizes in the sky gradually disappeared, except for the small gray door that was half-open in the sky.

The pair of cunning eyes in the crack of the door stared at Ronan motionlessly, as if looking forward to everything that was about to happen under its push.

"Before you get rid of it, try to hold it first..."

Ronan stared at the line of small words slowly disappearing in the air, his expression slightly stunned.

Yeah, he seemed to have always overlooked this.

He was very disgusted with the "new prophet" who hid behind the scenes and controlled everything. He tried to escape from the other party's manipulation, but forgot that he should first prove that he had the ability to overturn the table.

Therefore, he could not escape the opponent's "calculation" after all. With the help of Quasimodo, he was forcibly dragged into the third stage of the trial and became the target of public criticism.

"you're right."

Ronan calmed down, looked at the gray stone in his hand, and nodded, "Then it should be as you wish."

He raised his head and saw that Quasimodo, protected by a group of Black Moon School wizards, was slowly deploying a crescent-shaped formation to surround him.

Hathaway came quickly from behind. She saw the huge tide of monsters coming in the distance, as well as the groups of trial wizards driven by the "Gear Mark". She seemed to have guessed something and her pretty face turned slightly pale, but she still gritted her teeth and stood beside Ronan step by step.

The oncoming strong wind blew up Ronan's long hair on his shoulders. At this moment, he had the illusion that he was bearing all the accumulated hostility of the entire Quevada Oasis head-on.

It was as if he was being pointed at by countless short spears shot by sheep-headed monsters, and every inch of his skin felt a slight pricking pain.

"Are you scared?"

Ronan turned his head slightly and spoke to Hathaway beside him.

Hathaway shook her head, her breathing became a little rapid, and she clenched the staff in her hands with both hands, which seemed more like an expression of excitement and anticipation.

Because of the master-servant contract, Hathaway's mind is closely connected to him.

Under this unprecedented pressure, he sensed that some potential in Hathaway's soul seemed to be stimulated and slowly awakening.

"So this is a gift from fate."

Ronan stretched out his right hand and pressed down with one hand. Around him, elemental creatures were released from the foggy space like a well-trained army.

Each one of them is above the middle stage of the fourth order, and some of them collide with each other, couple, and melt into powerful fifth-order elements.

At this time, Ronan was no longer stingy and almost drained half of the energy accumulated in the elemental pool in one breath.

Sharing all the control over elemental life with Hathaway, Ronan gently moved the titanium flying around him with his fingertips, and took a step towards Quasimodo with a calm expression.

"I'm sorry, Ronan Damien. That's the name I remember, right?"

Quasimodo looked at Ronan who took the initiative to step forward, and gently pushed the amethyst mask on his face with his fingers. He said in a hoarse and magnetic voice: "As a member of Linghu, hand over the Stone of Destiny now and join my team. We will have a greater chance of completing the next trial."

However, Quasimodo's response was just one bland, emotionless remark.

"You too?"

The moment Ronan took a step forward, he raised his right arm and swung it out lightly.

Gold and fire blended together, and countless golden fragments like broken musical notes flew out with a whistling sound. Amidst the chanting like a tsunami, they turned into a dazzling knife wheel that was hundreds of meters in size.

With a sweep, the terrifying aura of power encompassed Quasimodo and others.

The terrifying light of the blade wheel tore through the void, directly dyeing half of the sky into a brilliant golden color.

Quasimodo's pupils constricted. He had been slashed by Ronan before, and now he faced the spell again. Even with his level five body, he still couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

But he was not alone at this time.

Under his command, he has a group of elites that he has nurtured and cultivated over the years in the Black Moon School.

Quasimodo instantly formed seals with his hands, and six of the ten identically shaped black moon-patterned magic rings on his slender fingers lit up simultaneously.

At the same time, six of the ten Black Moon Wizards standing around him had black magic rings of the same shape shining in their hands. Quasimodo's aura was instantly connected to the six people, and a complex and mysterious magic circle pattern emerged behind him.

"Biyue!"

Quasimodo intertwined his fingers, and his aura, which was already close to the middle stage of level five, suddenly soared wildly upwards. A huge half-moon-shaped black light shield quickly rose up under his feet, like a shield, resisting the slashing attack of the terrifying golden blade wheel.

"Boom!"

The golden blade wheel collided with the black moon barrier, releasing an unparalleled and terrifying energy aftermath.

"Click——"

A clearly visible crack appeared on the Black Moon Barrier. Quasimodo's face turned slightly pale and he suddenly took two steps back. The aura of the six Black Moon Wizards behind him who were connected with his energy immediately became weak and disordered, but they managed to block Ronan's spell.

"what?"

Ronan showed an expression of surprise on his face, and as his mind turned, the golden knife wheel spun around with a whistling sound.

Under the more brilliant and dazzling golden sword light, the first page of the epic of Lingmaya was carried, and it slashed towards Quasimodo again.

"Double Moon Protection!"

Quasimodo growled. Under the amethyst mask, the skin and flesh that had been burned by the flames twisted into knots, veins on his neck bulged, and the eight moon rings on his fingers lit up.

"Boom——"

Amid the roar of terrifying spells, countless asphalt-like golden flames splashed brilliantly, and three Black Moon wizards wearing Black Moon magic rings, whose energy was drained by Quasimodo, vomited blood and staggered backwards.

Ronan's golden blade wheel also disintegrated and flew back.

At this time, Quasimodo's eyes were red, and the black moon barrier in front of him was completely shattered, but the second black moon barrier underneath protected him firmly.

"amazing."

Ronan stepped on countless scattered gold and titanium stairs, strolling in mid-air and clapping his hands gently.

"I have always admired those who have leadership qualities. All they need to do is raise their arms and shout, and there will be people willing to die bravely."

As he spoke, Ronan smiled slightly, pointed lightly in the direction of Quasimodo with a natural expression, and spoke softly.

"First level [Imperial Law], [Forbidden...Black Hole]!"

"Boom-"

In the vast wilderness, it was as if an invisible hammer suddenly fell, and both the void and the earth trembled violently.

Quasimodo's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could react, his pupils were completely occupied by a twisted sun of pure black that exuded an extremely strong forbidden aura.

"burst."

Ronan clenched his five fingers and made a gentle crushing motion.

The forbidden black hole that had just formed in the distance exploded directly. Regardless of the shocked and angry shouts from Quasimodo, he shifted his gaze and locked onto several wizards in the distance who were staring at him with horrified faces and unbelievable expressions.

"That's Quasimodo?!"

"Even with the power of the magic circle activated and the combined strength of several level five warriors, we are still no match for him?"

"Who the hell is this guy?!"

"Can't you see?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, held the Stone of Destiny tightly in his right hand, and raised it high. The golden gears on the back of his hand spun at high speed, emitting a gilded glow.

"I am."

Ronan's raised right hand suddenly fell down, and a powerful and blazing star force field unfolded. The scattered titanium gathered into the shape of a wing blade, and a hazy and dreamy sword light fell straight down like a golden waterfall!

"Child of Destiny!"

"boom!"

A golden lava track stretching for more than a few kilometers appeared in the void. Under the terrifying power of [Golden Origin], the entire void was melted and twisted. The five-level wizards who rushed over were chopped off like scarecrows. Their elemental bodies still couldn't resist the burning of the golden flames. Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came straight at them.

Ronan's expression moved slightly, and the gorgeous golden blade rolled back to meet him.

"Oh!"

Two rays of light, one black and one gold, collided in the air. The terrible aftermath washed out dense cracks in the void, and a tall and thin figure wearing a top hat was shaken out by the aftermath.

Under the top hat was a young man with high cheekbones, drooping eyebrows, and very thin lips. In his hands, he held a piece of gray-white bone etched with dense black runes and was looking at him in shock.

"Sieg."

Ronan recognized the other person's identity, especially the iconic black top hat.

"It's really you."

Sieg looked at him gloomily. Beside him, Ulian, whose arm had been cut off by Ronan, appeared quietly with a resentful look on his face. The broken arm had been reattached. Around the two of them, more figures of wizards from the Witch Heart Palace appeared.

Those wizards who were pushed by the "gear of fate" and came after hearing the news have arrived here in waves from various locations in the oasis.

Without much nonsense, the fight broke out again.

With a casual move, Ronan slashed towards Sieg and the others with the [Golden Origin], and with the cover of the power of magic, his body fell downward.

The sheep-headed monsters gathered on the ground growled and threw densely packed short spears at him. Each spear released an energy wave comparable to a fourth-tier spell. When they came together, they looked like a twisted void, a terrifying black tide that was rolling upwards.

Silver mirrors belonging to the magic of [Space Mirror] appeared around Ronan, resisting these attacks and returning some of them.

Ronan's ten fingers danced lightly, and on the nails of each finger, there were pieces of crystal clear snowflakes falling.

He shuttled through the turbulent battlefield, using the clones released by [Mirror Flower and Water Moon] to evade spells attacking from all angles, and with the help of [Star Force Field], he quickly paved a sparkling and icy path to the snow country.

The Crown of Deep Knowledge emitted a faint light, and Ronan's eyes showed an eerie deep blue. One after another, giant snake shadows of the ancient frost overlords swam out silently from under him.

Ronan raised his hand and waved, the golden fire torrent receded, the ancient cold wave surged, seven majestic and ferocious giant snakes rose into the sky, opened their huge mouths, and bit towards the same place in the sky.

Under the countless bursts of deep blue lightning and arcs of light, an iceberg filled with countless dark veins appeared. The terrifying forbidden cold air swept across the battlefield. Some panicked figures were unable to dodge and were instantly covered with layers of frost, turning into ice sculptures and falling from the sky.
Suddenly, a two-headed giant eagle formed by countless wind blades flew out from one side and pecked at him fiercely. Ronan condensed the gold that he had just recovered with titanium and splashed it again.

The hazy and dreamy golden origin sword light collided with the magic giant eagle with almost no obstruction, and the latter was directly chopped to pieces.

At this time, large patches of ink-like darkness suddenly appeared in the void around Ronan. In each pool of darkness, shadow-like tentacles quickly grew out and wrapped around his body in the blink of an eye.

Ronan frowned and tried to dodge, but his soul seemed to be pulled and his body also felt blocked.

With a little effort, the perfect body of the master of [Austerity Body Tempering] made a creaking sound like a precision machine being forced to operate, and the thin barrier between him and the grandmaster level actually showed signs of loosening.

Ronan's expression changed slightly, but before he could feel it carefully, a wave of heat like a furnace swept in from his vest.

Ronan pulled at the shadow tentacles that were wrapped around his limbs and body and turned around forcefully, only to see a gigantic, blazing white fire python that was almost as huge as his previous [Ancient Bite of Hekaltor] falling from the sky and biting him.

In the gaping mouth of the blazing white fire python, the flame appeared a strange purple-red color and swirled in a vortex. In terms of temperature alone, it was even hotter than his golden fire.

Ronan tried to break free from the shadow tentacles, but they kept wrapping around his soul.

He gritted his teeth, and the blade of [Golden Origin] slashed at the blazing white fire python in front of him, while at the same time pushing [Star Force Field] to its limit to resist the overflowing magic fire waves.
At this moment, a blurry, deathly white shadow slammed in like a cannonball, and the surface of the star force field was shattered almost instantly.

Ronan's pupils shrank slightly, and dense spots of light appeared in his eyes. Countless energy beams were quickly generated in the force field, constantly interweaving on the white shadow along the way, but they were visibly blocked by the naked eye, and only some shallow burnt marks could be captured.
When the white shadow approached like a meteorite falling to the ground, Ronan could see clearly that it was actually a pale flesh mountain that seemed to be made up of countless corpses. Countless strange spell runes were floating on the flesh mountain, and each rune was a blessing of power.

He was bound by the tentacles of the shadow and unable to dodge, and saw the whistling mountain of flesh about to penetrate the star force field and hit him head-on.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him without hesitation and quickly put up a thick water shield.

"Boom!"

The Meat Mountain hit the water shield at a slightly slanted angle, but was deflected by the special effects attached to the water shield, and it almost hit Ronan's body.

One side of Ronan's robe was torn apart by the aftermath of the terrifying power. He saw that the water shield that had protected him from the impact of the meat mountain shattered almost instantly. The figure that held up the water shield also flew to the other side with blood spurting from its mouth like a butterfly with broken wings.

"Hathaway"

Ronan's lips moved slightly and his eyes flickered.

"call!"

The meat mountain that Hathaway sent away with her body flew back again, but did not attack Ronan again. It just fell heavily in front of Ronan like a cannonball, then shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a bald man wearing a Witch Heart Hall robe and with long spikes on his face.

Ronan tentatively pulled the shadow tentacles wrapped around his limbs and body, but it caused more tentacles to grow from under his feet. In a shadow somewhere not far away, a pale and handsome wizard from the Witch Heart Hall was holding a black book in his hands, staring at himself and muttering to himself.

He subconsciously called out to Yitai, but only got wailing in response.

Ronan looked up and saw an entire golden torrent made of titanium, which was now being suppressed and unable to move by a black stone throne that was emitting thick black smoke.

Sitting on the throne was a tall and majestic figure whose face could not be seen clearly.

He suddenly felt a slight sting in his brow. At the other end of the battle group, Quasimodo was holding a silver bow covered with starlight, with magic rings on his fingers. He was drawing the bow like a full moon, and the arrow was pointing at him from afar.
Before I knew it, shadows appeared all around me, and people's figures gathered silently.

There are wizards from the Spirit Lake, wizards from the Witch Heart Palace, schools that I know of, and forces that I cannot name.
Late level 4, level 5, mid-level 5, or even late level 5.
There were faces that were either indifferent, surprised, contemptuous, or resentful. Some of them had been suppressed by him before, while others had just arrived.

Probably all the wandering monsters in the entire Quevada Oasis were attracted here, howling and surging below like a tide. The elemental lifeforms he had summoned before were almost wiped out by the attacks of the monsters.

Hathaway, under the protection of the few dozen remaining elemental creatures, coughed up blood to heal her wounds while staring at him intently.

The invisible force that he had broken once condensed again at this moment, and became even more majestic and heavy, squeezing Ronan from all directions like countless mountains.

Ronan looked at the mysterious gray stone that could not be contained in the space ring but stuck to his palm like a magnet and became more and more like himself. He suddenly raised his head, stared at the pair of eyes in the sky that were peeking through the gap of the half-open door, and spoke in a low voice.

"Is that what you wanted to say?"

"The trend of fate is like an irresistible torrent"

"You want to break me, don't you?"

The person behind the door did not respond.

However, as Ronan approached, someone chuckled.

“So it’s you.

If your name is not Misha, you have fooled Ulian."

The bald man from the Wuxin Hall with long black spikes on his face walked towards Ronan step by step, narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"So, what's your name?"

Ronan withdrew his gaze from the half-open door and looked calmly at the bald man in front of him.

"You want to know?"

The bald man crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes sweeping over the layers of shadow tentacles wrapped around Ronan's body, and twitched the corners of his mouth, as if waiting for Ronan's own answer.

"So."

Ronan lowered his eyes and paused slightly.

The next second, flame-like textures climbed up along the ends of Ronan's limbs, and black aura as thick as mercury rolled down.

"Kacha kacha kacha——"

Amid the crisp sounds of flesh tearing and bones clashing, Ronan's body suddenly rose up step by step.
First level..
Double
Triple
Six-layered conch palace!

Along with the roar of mountains and seas, a terrifying momentum like tens of millions of volcanoes erupting at the same time suddenly unfolded, and a large and ferocious palm instantly tore off the layers of entangled shadow tentacles, like a huge shadow quickly covering the bald man's head.

then
In a low, hoarse and calm voice, press down hard!

"Kneel down and listen."

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