Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 89 Ciel's Regeneration Secret Technique

Ronan seemed to hear a wail from the soul.

He discovered that once the attribute-less arrows hit these frozen blood ice, the blood ice would lose its ability to regenerate into blood.

As expected, Blood Duke's regeneration only targets the physical body and offers no help against mental attacks.

He then understood why Director Dick dared to ignore Blood Duke and instead attack him.

Director Dick's career development path seems to be in the spiritual realm; perhaps he is what he refers to as a spiritual mentor.

He never took Blood Duke seriously at all.

Blood Duke's single-minded pursuit of physical regeneration, lacking comprehensive defensive measures, renders his mental defenses virtually nonexistent—

This posed no threat whatsoever to Director Dick, who was known for his psychological attacks.

No wonder Director Dick dared to sleep with his wife —

This is not just disregarding Blood Duke; it's downright emboldened and unafraid of retaliation.

With the combination of two types of flying arrows, Blood Duke's regeneration method has been cracked.

In particular, as more and more blood loses its vitality, only a few areas of blood remain that have managed to survive freezing.

Ronan drew his bow with both hands simultaneously, firing dual-attribute arrows relentlessly at the surging blood everywhere.

First, ice-attribute arrows freeze the blood, then non-attribute arrows immediately follow up, launching a direct mental attack.

This process is very complete and as precise as a precision instrument.

The amount of active blood decreased until, eventually, only a small pool remained.

The pool of blood seemed to consciously shrink into a corner, no longer fleeing, and facing Ronan directly.

Ronan immediately understood that this must be Blood Duke's last struggle.

A red phantom emerged from the blood, its appearance almost identical to that of Blood Lord.

Ronan didn't approach rashly, but kept a distance to see what kind of trouble he could cause.

The red phantom that Blood Lord appeared did not attack or curse; it simply stared at Ronan, as if trying to memorize him deeply into its soul.

Finally, it laughed heartily and said, "I was careless. I didn't expect you to have such ability. I'll honor my bet."

He closed his eyes, and the entire phantom immediately emitted a dazzling red light before exploding with a bang.

Finally, the pool of blood huddled in the corner burst open.

The entire passage fell silent instantly, and the eerie writhing blood and the regenerating crimson figure disappeared.

However, Ronan stood there expressionless, without moving an inch.

A moment later, he waved his hand, and the dual spellcasting reappeared, with two rows of elemental arrows of different attributes appearing in his hand.

By using mental targeting, the blood that was just splattered due to the explosion is marked.

He then began combining the dual-attribute arrows and targeting the marked bloodstains one by one.

First, freeze them with an ice-element arrow, then finish them off with a neutral-element arrow.

When the last pool of blood exploded, the area it sprayed was quite large, and the marks were scattered everywhere, so it took a little more time to clear it.

He meticulously removed the marked blood, leaving no stone unturned.

He did this not because he was naturally cautious and suspicious.

But just now, after he reactivated the Soul Devouring function of the Mask of Truth, there was no reaction at all.

This is the second time Ronan has activated the Soul Devouring function.

However, activation failed both times.

The target of the soul-devouring was the same person, and even the result was exactly the same.

He deduced from this that Blood Lord was not yet dead.

The red phantom just now exploded only to lower his guard, scatter the last pool of blood, and leave him a chance to regenerate.

as predicted.

Ronan continued to clean up the remaining marked blood.

The red figure reappeared only after they cleared a hidden gap.

At this point, whether the red figure appears or not is no longer important; the outcome will be the same anyway.

"Damn it, how dare you treat me like this!"

I curse you to a terrible death!

I curse you—

Ronan ignored Blood Lord's final curses, raised his hand, and sent two arrows flying one after the other towards the blood marked below the phantom.

The freeze takes effect instantly, followed immediately by a mental attack.

The red phantom that was constantly cursing gradually faded away and disappeared completely.

Immediately afterward, the Soul Devouring effect of the Mask of Truth was activated.

Ronan felt a tiny black hole appear between his eyebrows, and the black hole exerted a powerful suction force on the soul level towards him.

In an instant, Blood Duke's soul after his death was easily absorbed into the blue area of ​​the Mask of Truth.

At this moment, a faint point of light appeared in the blue area; this was the soul of the Blood Duke.

After Ronan's consciousness reached out, he discovered many broken fragments of memory.

Most of them are related to the academic research of life-based magic knowledge.

Ronan did a quick review and found that most of the knowledge could not be logically combined; it was disorganized and mostly consisted of useless fragments of memory.

He only grasped a few common viewpoints held by life-type mages:

In the realm of life, simply piling up all life energy together does not guarantee a positive effect.

Life energy is not only differentiated, but also varies in level.

Different types of life energy coming into contact can even produce completely opposite effects.

This last point reminded Ronan of the reaction between the Misty Stone and the Blood Poison, which almost killed Arabella.

We must not misuse life energy from now on.

After reflecting on his actions, Ronan walked over to Arabella, who was still unconscious on the ground.

Her injuries are no longer serious, and she looks more like she's asleep now.

Just then.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor leading to the president's office.

Ronan felt a powerful spiritual force rushing towards him like a tidal wave.

This was the first time he had ever seen such powerful mental strength in anyone else.

With this strength and the direction he was facing, he had already guessed who the owner of this spiritual power was.

Ronan took a moment to check the original soul seed he had placed at the guild leader's door.

I used this small camera to browse through the surveillance footage for the past ten minutes.

Sure enough, he saw the president suddenly open the door from the inside and hurriedly walk in their direction.

The original spirit also took this opportunity to sneak into the office.

It seems the chairman has just returned; he entered the office directly through the window.

After a short while, the footsteps grew closer and closer.

Ronan sat down next to Arabella and gently wiped away some of her sweat before he saw the president arrive.

"President, you've finally arrived."

"What happened, Black Day?" The guild leader looked around at the signs of battle and questioned, "I was only gone for a short while, and you've caused such a commotion?"

Ronan thought to himself, "You've been gone for days, not just a short while. You've been nowhere to be seen for days."

So Ronan told the chairman in detail that Director Dick had an affair with a female subordinate and had instructed the subordinate to secretly harm Arabella.

"President, Arabella and I were originally going to report to you, but we didn't expect to run into Blood Duke Mentor."

"And just then, Director Dick appeared from behind us."

"As soon as Instructor Blood Duke saw Director Dick, he immediately launched an attack in a fit of rage, and the two quickly engaged in battle. You can see the signs of battle around you; they were their doing."

Ronan, without batting an eye, shifted all the blame onto the two already dead men.

"What about the other two?" the chairman asked.

Although he could sense the intensity of the battle, the scene was somewhat chaotic, and it was impossible to tell at a glance who had won or lost, or what the outcome would be.

"Blood Lord Mentor was initially attacked by Director Dick and turned into blood, but he could keep resurrecting. However, Director Dick's attacks were surprisingly effective against him. In the end, the two exchanged blows and were evenly matched before leaving."

Ronan couldn't tell the truth; he couldn't very well say, "I killed them all, could I?"

The president remained silent and walked to Arabella's side.

After confirming that she was alright, the chairman breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ronan, "What about the evidence you were going to submit?"

Ronan immediately took out the rune stone he had taken from Lena and handed it to him.

The guild leader nodded after examining it, his attitude serious. "This runestone does indeed contain mental magic related to charm."

"It seems Dick is even more dishonest than I thought, daring to set his sights on Arabella—"

"This is my problem; I should have noticed it sooner—"

The president spoke with his head down, as if he were conducting a self-examination.

"Their fight was so intense, how come you're alright?"

After a long while, the chairman suddenly asked a question, seemingly very curious about Ronan's strength.

"They only had eyes for each other and ignored the two of us."

"My magic shield is my best skill—it's a pity I activated it a little too late, otherwise Arabella should have been fine."

As Ronan spoke, he casually cast one of his own "magic shields" in front of the president.

Looking at the shield Ronan had cast, the guild leader praised, "This shield is indeed very strong defensively, even stronger than some arcane arts instructors—"

"It seems you do indeed possess talents and advantages that others cannot match."

The president thought for a moment and said, "I haven't thanked you yet for saving Arabella—"

"How about this? I have a research experiment that was abandoned halfway through. If you can help me complete it, I'll give you a corresponding reward, how about it?"

He then added, "Of course, during this time, through this academic research experiment, you can also accumulate a lot of extremely rare knowledge."

Old Deng is about to explode with gold coins!

Ronan was secretly delighted, but still cautiously inquired, "President, what kind of experiment is it?"

"This experiment involves interdisciplinary knowledge of life and necromancy; you need to familiarize yourself with the relevant aspects beforehand."

The president said with a smile, "I call it, Charles's Regeneration Secret Technique."

Upon hearing this, Ronan subconsciously frowned.

The name doesn't sound like it's a serious experiment.

Moreover, the name "Cial" seems to be—

He asked directly, "President, this 'Charles,' you're not talking about me, are you?"

Having spent a lot of time with Arabella, Ronan often heard her refer to the president as "President Ciel".

"It's me." The president's eyes flashed, and he smiled.

"Then the subject of this experiment is—" Ronan asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry, the test subject is my body."

"Your job is to assist me and do what I cannot do myself —"

The president explained with a smile, extending his withered arm, "Flesh and blood modification."

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