Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 155 I have seen this kind of flaming ant before, [Space Stasis Cane]

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang--"

Ronan could clearly hear the sound of every beat of his heart. It was different from his original heartbeat frequency and had an ancient and primitive rhythm.

The blood crystal inserted into the heart was now releasing wisps of dark blue mist at a speed several times faster than usual. These gases, containing the essence of blood, flowed throughout the body along with the blood. The smooth and sharp sound that Ronan had heard in his dream rang in his ears again.

"Frost. Hekalto Frost! Hekalto!"

The ancient evil consciousness continued to attack Ronan's nerves, and he breathed heavily.

Every breath exhaled condenses into complex and exquisite ice flowers before your eyes.

A large number of violent, cruel and evil desires arose from Ronan's heart, giving him a strong urge to freeze everything and tear everything apart.

This is what Soraya mentioned in her "Blood Transplantation" research notes. It is a process that must be experienced in blood fusion.

It is crucial to use your own will to defeat and control the remaining will of the demon beast in your blood. If you fail, you will fall into the bottomless abyss.

However, the bloodline inherited from the ancient frost hydra contains the will of the ancient Warcraft overlord that far exceeds any prediction Soraya made in her notes.

Only Ronan himself knows how dangerous it is.

"Herkate..."

Ronan took a deep breath and quietly entered the state of [Lake of No Thoughts].

Those violent thoughts that surged with the blood were quickly frozen and sank to the bottom of the lake in the heart.

Ronan calmed down again and his consciousness gradually became clear.

"Roar!"

A roar that was not like a human voice suddenly sounded, and a force of struggle and resistance surged out of the palm, accompanied by a slight burning sensation, which became more and more intense.

Ronan looked up, and in his scarlet snake eyes he saw a face that was completely covered in dense flame patterns. There seemed to be curved red horns growing from the top of his head, and in his almost black, hollow eye sockets, there were orange-gold flames filled with madness and evil burning fiercely.
"Burn...burn everything!"

The strange creature growled at Ronan, the sound was like several different tones superimposed on each other, giving a strong sense of discomfort.

Some fragmentary images suddenly flashed through my mind.

Ronan suddenly remembered that in the distant ancient times, "he" had seen this kind of thing - a kind of ant with fire all over its body, running foolishly between volcanoes. Once his breath froze their territory, they would ignorantly and fearlessly make ridiculous angry growls at him, just like now.

Of course the most interesting thing is that once they are crushed at this time, their weak and tiny bodies will explode into a cluster of beautiful sparks with a "pop".

“I really miss it.”

Ronan murmured in a low, hoarse voice and gently loosened his hand that was pinching the man's neck.
"In the name of the Ancient Flame Demon!"

Igor let out a roar that shook the void, and the power that emerged from deeper in his blood turned into a hotter flame, burning away the shock and fear lingering in his heart.

He broke free from the hand that was restraining him, stood where he was, and let out a violent roar towards the sky.

He could feel that the blood of the fire demon belonging to the "Sakirs Family" in his body was constantly reviving, and he was getting stronger every minute and every second.

The extinguished flame was quickly rekindled, and the disgusting frost was moving away from him.

At this moment, the man who had always been suppressing him in the name of his brother seemed to no longer be scary. He was so close to the other person.

Instead!
Become the new "king" of this generation of the family!
A strong desire surged in Igor's heart. He even wanted to thank this dirty, despicable and smelly Frost Blood who came out of nowhere. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have awakened his bloodline so quickly and further.

"Roar!"

Igor's whole body was bathed in red-gold flames, and he let out a roar of extreme satisfaction.

At this moment, he is the Flame Demon who controls the ancient fire, the King of Fire who burns the world. Under his feet, the world will groan and wail, turning into a pile of charcoal and dying.
However, the next second, all false fantasies came to an abrupt end.

A ferocious hand with dark blue frost lingering on its black fingertips suddenly appeared, tearing through the layers of flames, grabbing Igor's cheek and head, and then swung it downward fiercely.
"boom!"

The huge platform shook and vibrated violently. The ancient frost returned and swallowed up all the hot air in an instant.

The red flames were quickly buried by the ancient ice and snow, and the rolling cold air rose and surged on the platform like a tsunami.

In the vast frost and snow, one can vaguely see——

A figure with long flying hair and a slender and seductive dark blue body was grabbing a slightly red figure with one hand and repeatedly smashing it to the ground.
"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A huge sound was transmitted through the light screen projected by the spell. Outside the secret realm, a group of young wizards standing on the Mirror Lake stared at the scene on the screen, their eyes twitching slightly.

Through a layer of light curtain, they seemed to be able to feel the terrible and violent power contained in each impact.

Frost devours fire, a fight of the most primitive power.

In the huge place, it was eerily quiet, with a strange atmosphere flowing silently.

at last.

There was no more sound coming from the screen, and all the noise gradually subsided.

The ancient frost settled, and the human figures hidden by the wind and snow appeared again.

I saw a tall and slender figure standing quietly on the platform covered with frost and snow.

The silver metal flowed over his body, covering up the strong body with nearly perfect contours. His slightly dancing long hair turned from dark blue to bright white.

The snake scales on the cheeks and neck also disappeared, and the patterns belonging to the talisman appeared again.

He was still the same young and handsome boy, his face had not changed, and he was as calm as before, but there was a little more seductive and noble temperament between his brows than before, as if he was the heir of an ancient aristocratic family.

At the boy's feet, lay Igor, covered in wounds.

The latter was lying on the ground with twisted limbs, facing the sky with his mouth slightly open. His lifeless eyes were dim in orange-gold color, and seemed to be filled with confusion and helplessness.

Who am I? Where am I? What on earth did I just experience?
"Uh"

The stagnant atmosphere above the deathly silent Mirror Lake was finally broken by a soft sigh coming from someone unknown.

"How could such a person appear in the second battlefield..."

Everyone gradually became agitated, and the field was filled with a constant buzz of discussion.

Caroni stared at the spell projection screen, looking at the young man's figure on the screen.

Even though he was standing at the pinnacle of the third-level wizard, only one step away from the dawn of the fourth level, as the lord of the third magic ring, he was still a little shocked and dazed at this moment.

In a trance, Caroni seemed to see the shadows of the boy in front of him and several people in his memory gradually overlapping.

Although they have different styles and a huge gap in strength, they do seem to be the same type of people.

"I now believe that this boy is not Aqido's illegitimate son."

The green-robed witch from the Thorn Palace sighed in his ears. Caroni only heard her whisper in a rather complicated tone: "How could that guy Aqido have such an ancient and powerful bloodline?"

Caroni's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer, just turned his head and looked in another direction.

That is where the Molten Crystal Lake and the Dark Nightmare Swamp are located.

He saw a pair of dark and deep eyes staring at the screen from under the feather mask of the third-level wizard leading the Black Nightmare Swamp, flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

As for the bald wizard of the Molten Crystal Lake, the burning stone staff in his hand was lowered, and his face was quite gloomy, even close to ugly.

"Pity"

Somehow, a regretful thought suddenly popped up in Caroni's mind, and he felt a little regretful. "If I had known earlier, I would have joined their bet."

Ronan stood on the mirror platform where he was the only one there, and a trace of coldness was still unconsciously emanating from the pores all over his body.

That is the remnant of the ancient frost hydra bloodline in the body.

He lowered his head, feeling the changes in his entire body from the inside out after activating this bloodline power for the first time.

He followed Soraya's "blood transplant" principle. Although the method of blood transplantation was primitive and rough, the whole process was expected to be controllable, subtle and gradual.

"The collision between bloodlines can speed up the fusion process."

Ronan just discovered this.

Especially the collision between the blood forces of "elemental hostility".

The ancient fire demon blood flowing in Igor's body stimulated the riot of the ancient frost hydra blood power.

The dignity of the ancient overlord was challenged, and it began to shake spontaneously.

In this battle, the blood crystal in Ronan's heart shrank by nearly one tenth in one go, and the fusion speed was dozens of times faster than usual.

And the blood power that he merged and absorbed remained dormant in his flesh, blood and bones after the battle.

He could sense their existence, but could not mobilize them at will.
"Is it because it's still too thin?"

Ronan looked at his own hands. There were still some dark blue spots on the fingertips of his ten slender white fingers.

The words "Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline" have not yet appeared on the talent column of the character panel.

However, Ronan felt that his will was undergoing some subtle changes.

The temperament he displayed had a bit more dignity and majesty that belonged to an ancient overlord.

"Om-"

A strange sound was heard, and Ronan felt the platform he was standing on was slowly rising. At the same time, waves of energy came from above his head.

He raised his head and looked upward.

Seeing the huge silver ball of light representing the only light source in this space tremble at this moment, there was a force calling for me to come closer.

Ronan stood on the platform, rising continuously, getting closer and closer to the silver ball of light.

Finally, he reached a height almost level with the ball of light.

The dazzling silver light that had been blinding him when he looked up from below unexpectedly became softer at this moment, allowing Ronan to clearly see the scene inside the ball of light.

The rich spatial energy washed over Ronan's body like waves of cold water. The [Mirror Light] symbol in his consciousness space began to glow slightly under the impact of this force.

Ronan stared in amazement as he saw a beautiful silver cane over a foot long floating quietly in the rich silver light.

The space around the cane had a strange sense of stagnation. When Ronan entered that area, his gaze seemed to be frozen as well. This feeling was something he had never experienced before.

"Is space stagnant?"

Ronan thought thoughtfully.

At this moment, an obscure and vague wave of consciousness came out from the cane and was captured by him.

"Take me...away...away"

Ronan blinked and subconsciously reached out for the silver cane.

Unexpectedly, he caught the cane easily.

It could even be said that the silver cane seemed to have voluntarily fallen into his palm.

The power that seemed to be able to freeze everything, light, space, and even time was easily grasped in his hands.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to have an unprecedented sense of power, as if he was in control of everything.

"So smooth?"

He felt incredible.

After only going through a few rounds of selection and defeating several fellow wizards who came in to explore with him, he gained the right to inherit this powerful magical tool, whose specific grade he could not even determine.

At this moment, he had a sense of déjà vu as if he had become the "protagonist". With a tremor in his tiger body, treasures came to him, and he easily reached the pinnacle of his life.
Ronan couldn't wait to inject his mental power into the silver cane, habitually looking for the core rune inside the cane.

But I felt a consciousness that could not be described in words, as vast, cold and majestic as the ocean.

That consciousness directly formed a pair of eyes in Ronan's consciousness space, pure silver, a pair of eyes composed of countless intertwined lines.

Looking down at him with great indifference.

It seemed to be conveying a message to him - "How dare you?"

Ronan could hardly hold back his "trembling". Even the space of consciousness that he once thought was unbreakable began to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

The ancient frost hydra's will deep in the mind seemed to be "enraged" again by this look, and showed a tendency to awaken further.

However, at this moment, in the corner of the consciousness space, the small [Mirror Light] symbol flickered slightly.

Pure silver eyes froze slightly, as if touched by something.

The next moment, the cold will that invaded Ronan's consciousness space quickly retreated, and the core area inside the silver cane was also released.

"Uh"

Ronan was stunned. He didn't expect such a change to happen.

But his instinct still drove him to quickly memorize the rune that was presented to him without reservation.

He didn't even have time to carefully read the mystery of the rune. The next second, he felt that his whole body was engulfed by a powerful spatial force.
"Shh-"

The familiar feeling of space teleportation.

"Out!"

Outside the secret realm, the figure of the young man holding the silver light suddenly disappeared on the spell projection, and the entire spell projection image also disappeared. Caroni and others on the Mirror Lake immediately became serious.

"Prepare."

The wizards from the four wizard forces all returned to their own magic airships at an extremely fast speed.

Almost as soon as they finished doing all this, a huge silver vortex appeared above Mirror Lake.

The eyes of Caroni and other four level 3 wizards who led the team suddenly lit up, and at almost the same time, they all burst out with their own powerful spells.

However, a strange energy wave was released from the silver vortex, followed by
Mirror Lake, airship, sky, energy fluctuations. Everything, including the strong magical light bursting out from Caroni and the other three.

They were all "frozen" by a magical force, as if they were trapped in an absolutely stagnant space, and all turned into a motionless picture.

In the center of this still picture, a young man holding a silver cane walked out of the silver vortex with one light step.

"Ser'alu Ancient Cave."

As the young man walked out of the whirlpool, he heard a low and majestic sound of spell chanting above his head.

A majestic and vast spiritual force descended from the sky, instantly tearing apart the still picture and fiercely hitting the young man holding the silver staff.

(End of this chapter)