Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 216 From ancient times to the present, your name has always been on my recipes (Second update, please give me a monthly ticket)
No one expected that Angelet, the least visible and most mediocre of the eight players on the field, who only made it to the quarterfinals due to luck, had such terrifying hidden strength.

With a body of mid-level three, he instantly killed Vinuls from the first echelon. Vinuls' soul couldn't even escape and was directly swallowed up.

On the platform that seemed to be covered by the dense shadows of the night, Ronan felt the blood crystal inserted in his heart beating slightly.

Some fragments of memories engraved in Hekalto's blood are constantly being passed down, telling the name of the ancient fallen crow, a disgusting creature that feeds on fear and chaos and is known for conspiracy and cunning.

Ronan took a deep breath, and scenes of his interactions with Angelet kept flashing through his mind, bringing up many inexplicable emotions.

In the end, part of these emotions were frozen and sank to the bottom of the lake of his heart, while the other part turned into hot magma and blazing flames, igniting every bit of fighting spirit in Ronan's body bit by bit.

“I’ve certainly been looking forward to it for a long time.”

Ronan looked up, and his clear blue eyes suddenly turned into an enchanting blue-gold color.

The white hair hanging behind him like a waterfall was lifted high. Under the silver-black robe, a rolling cold current surged out, with him as the center, and quickly condensed into large traces of frost around him.

In a trance, the shadow of the ancient frost hydra behind Ronan seemed to raise its head from the dark shadows, its cold snake eyes locked onto the shadow of the fallen crow looming in the sky, and it let out a majestic roar that belonged to the ancient Warcraft overlord.

Facing all this, Angelet's lips curled up, he raised his hand, performed a courtesy like the most calm and elegant nobleman, and uttered a poet's chanting voice.

"A frosty night.
Dedicated to my dear Ronan Damien."

The next moment, the jet-black wings behind Angele flapped gently, and the whole person silently melted into the black deeper than the night.

【Eye of Truth】!
The moment Angelet's figure disappeared, white light emerged in Ronan's eyes, weaving an eye pattern between his eyebrows.

His mental power had completely lost its lock on Angele, and even under the investigation of the [Eye of Truth], he could not detect any trace of him.

"Is it the concealment ability brought by the bloodline of the ancient fallen crows?"

Ronan frowned slightly, and then simply ignored where Angele was, and began to summon the anchor spells needed to construct the icy field one by one.

With the appearance of one ice spell after another, the thick frost around Ronan's body in the extraordinary domain spread rapidly along the platform, quickly reached the edge, and then climbed up along the void.

At this time, the thick "night" fell down and touched the frost, but no collision occurred. It just passed by silently, swallowing up every ray of light in Ronan's sight bit by bit.

“I still remember.”

Angelet's voice suddenly came from behind.

The voice was so close to Ronan, so close that it seemed as if Angele was speaking to him intimately in his ear.

"With titanium!"

Ronan had a blank expression on his face. He attached titanium to his entire right arm to form the shape of a sword blade. The emerald green flame of breaking the law rose from the silver sword body. He turned his hand and slashed towards the place where the voice came from.

The titanium blade cut through the void, making a sharp low whistle. A large area of ​​shadow was shattered by the silver and green edges, and Angele's voice stopped abruptly.

But next second.

But it came from in front of Ronan.

".You were just a kid back then, in the corpse garden."

With his jet-black wings spread out behind him, Angele stood less than ten meters away from Ronan with a smile on his face, as if he had completely merged with the shadows. His appearance reminded Ronan of the fallen angels who betrayed light and embraced evil in those Western mythological films and TV shows in his previous life.

Angele was standing in front of Ronan, but when Ronan used his mental power to probe, he found that there was no one and nothing at the place where Angele was.

On the contrary, in a certain direction on the left, Ronan's super strong perception allowed him to capture some unusual fluctuations.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and under the control of his consciousness, several kinds of ice magic that had reached the second-level domain resonance shot rapidly towards the location where the fluctuations came from.

The terrifying frost current broke through the heavy shadows and made a dull sound as if it hit something.

Ronan's eyes moved, and he was about to chase and attack, but a panicked voice suddenly rang out from his right ear: "Oh no... you actually found me!"

There was absolutely no warning at all, and the hairs on Ronan's back almost stood up.

"stagnate!"

A trace of spatial stagnation power instantly emanated from him, the medium of which was titanium after [Space Silverization].

A piece of void around him turned into a smooth "mirror" under the force of space stagnation, and Ronan quickly disappeared again, using the ability of short-distance space teleportation to quickly teleport to another location.

The moment his figure landed on the ground, a bit of bright deep blue bloomed between Ronan's palms.

At this moment, all the spell anchor points that had been "buried" before were activated, and the Snow Country is coming!

Exquisite snowflakes fell from the dark "night curtain", and layers of ice spikes and ice flames bloomed around Ronan like flowers.

A chuckle sounded, like the flapping of a crow's wings, quickly crossing the cold night sky.

Ronan gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "【Winter Mirror】!"

The snow country that had just been constructed froze in an instant, and countless ice flowers solidified in a "blooming" state. The terrifying force of spatial stagnation filled the entire platform void, and a beautiful "Winter Mirror" took shape.

However, this terrifying force that froze everything seemed to have no effect on the "night" spread high above the platform.

Large shadows are still falling like smoke, and Ronan's "winter mirror" will soon be hidden by the "black veil".

“Even the power of space stagnation is ineffective?

Legend has it that the ancient fallen crow shuttled through the shadows, walking between reality and illusion. It seems that Angelet has inherited this part of the ability, which is also his reliance..."

Ronan had a blank expression on his face and tapped the empty space in front of him.

The smooth and bright "winter mirror" was broken, the beautiful snow country scene turned into countless irregular fragments, and terrifying space turbulence surged out.

On the platform, the dense shadows were "cut" into pieces, like a large piece of black cloth cut into pieces by a knife, but the number did not decrease, but instead rolled out more.

Ronan walked in the broken turbulence, his figure rising inch by inch, pure white lightning bursting on the surface of his skin, his knotted muscles and blue veins bulging. He had already entered the state of "complete giantization".

"Tear--"

A sound like tearing cloth sounded beside him. Ronan raised his hand and punched out. The black light of the rune of [Ancient Power] danced in his palm.

"Boom!"

Where his fist landed, space collapsed, light was distorted, and the black magic sickle hidden in the shadows that was slashing towards him was directly shattered by his punch. But an extremely cold breath quickly attacked from behind him. Ronan twisted his body and swung his arm horizontally, and his titanium-wrapped right arm collided fiercely with a black bird claw with six toes that was the size of an adult, making a violent sound of metal collision.

The huge bird claws, with fingertips as sharp as red diamonds, scratched Ronan's chest, easily tearing open the mental force field and titanium protection, leaving deep scratches on Ronan's body.

Ronan seemed to feel no injury or pain at all. He simply grabbed the strange and ferocious giant bird claw, trying to pull out someone hiding in the shadow behind it.

But the bird claws turned into countless black mists and dispersed with a "bang". The next moment, Angelet's figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness not far away, emitting waves of nostalgic sighs.

“Who would have thought that the kid who sneaked into other people’s homes and killed people would have grown to such a height now.”

"I'm so happy for you, Ronan dear."

Angelet kept talking and sighing, and the meaning conveyed in his words was exactly like that of a close friend of Ronan.

However, he never stopped attacking Ronan.

The Crow's Claw lurks in and out of the shadows, and each attack is accompanied by slight energy fluctuations that appear and disappear from time to time.

Angelet has perfectly inherited the temperament of the ancient fallen crow, and his level of weaving "conspiracy" is a master's level.

He kept sending all kinds of harassing "false signals" to Ronan, some of which might have been real.

Ronan's mental power could not capture his figure, and the only instinctive perception he could rely on was also disrupted by these "information" that were difficult to distinguish between true and false - he didn't know which of the energy fluctuations he captured were real, and which were deliberately released by Angele.

He was "played in the palm of Angelet's hand".

"call--"

Ronan stood in the void in the center of the platform, trying to regulate his breathing.

On the majestic and powerful body of the ancient monster, a wound was slowly healing.

The injury was not serious, but the vitality balls in the body were consumed a lot. What was worse was that at this time, such a large platform was completely shrouded in the black night.

Ronan could hardly see any external scenes, and Angele's whereabouts became increasingly difficult to capture.

"No, if this continues, he will kill me sooner or later."

"I can only try to use killer moves like [Snow Country in the Palm] or [Endless Whirlpool of Spirt] to see if they can break through Angele's shadow domain..."

Ronan has never tried any powerful spells because he thinks the effect may not be that great.

Angele was different from any opponent he had met before. This guy was too disgusting. He never confronted Ronan head-on and he always hid in the dark.

It is like an extremely patient crow, using various methods to wear away all of its opponent's energy bit by bit, until the prey is completely dead, then it will come down to peck at its flesh and blood and have a delicious meal.

Ronan had no doubt that [Snow Country in the Palm] and [Endless Vortex of Spirt] could break through Angele's shadow field, but breaking it did not mean the end of the battle. The latter was very likely to come back again. Perhaps he hoped that Ronan would do this so that Ronan could be "consumed" faster and be one step closer to the crow's delicious meal.

But even with this premonition, Ronan didn't have any better solution and could only try it.

Ronan took a deep breath and suppressed the negative emotions that were gradually rising in his heart.

This was definitely the most frustrating battle he had ever experienced. If he could catch Angelet, he would definitely...
and many more!

A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to Ronan's mind, and he suddenly thought of something.

"The fluctuations of soul energy and spell energy can be hidden by shadows, but the fluctuations of emotions may not be hidden."

The one percent of Hekaltor's blood in his body gave Ronan the keen perception of the ancient overlord, so he thought he could give it a try.

Even if it is still impossible to grasp Angele's exact position, he can be made to reveal certain flaws and create more opportunities.

Thinking of this, Ronan's expression completely calmed down.

"Kakaka-"

In the falling night, Ronan's body could be heard making a series of bone-colliding sounds.

He broke away from the state of "complete giant transformation" and entered another form.

His figure shrank slightly, but his height remained at about 1.9 meters, close to 2 meters. His figure became taller, and the muscles and veins that were originally twisted to the point of exaggeration disappeared. His long white hair gradually turned dark blue from the roots, and some strange snake-scale-like patterns grew on the surface of his skin.
Silently, Angele, who was as elegant and calm as if he was playing a game, slowly emerged from the void somewhere.

He even had a glass of red wine in his hand, and he didn't look like he was in a combat state at all.

"let me see."

Angele reached out and gently stroked his chin, looking at Ronan below with a playful expression, and said with a smile: "Our dear little Ronan, what kind of amazing tricks are you preparing again?"

At this point, Ronan's transformation was complete.

He stretched out his limbs, and large patches of dark blue frost turned into condensed smoke, which coiled around his tall and slender body like a snake.

At this moment, he was almost completely integrated with the shadow of the ancient frost hydra behind him, presenting an indescribable seductive, evil, ancient and mysterious temperament.

In three years, after countless battles with Hekart's remaining consciousness, Ronan has been able to perfectly control the one percent of the ancient frost hydra bloodline in his body!
Now, the power of this bloodline has been fully activated.

Angele looked at Ronan with great interest, as if he was looking forward to his next performance.

Under Angele's gaze, the young man standing in the countless black and blue frost smoke suddenly looked up. On his increasingly handsome face, a pair of vertical blue-gold snake pupils looked particularly strange.

The two looked at each other, Angelet narrowed his eyes, raised his glass and sipped it with a smile.

At this time, the young man suddenly spoke calmly: "Has the ancient fallen crow blood in your body told you?"

"From ancient times to the present day, your name."

“It’s always been on my menu.”

"Uh"

Angeli's action of raising the glass suddenly froze, with a look of surprise on his face.

At the same time, a strong gleam of light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the young man below.

"I found you, Angele!"

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