Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 275: Fumingge, I will come back. A way to survive from death!
Black hole!

Cooper saw an extremely huge energy black hole!

The edges were twisted, madly devouring all the energy and light between heaven and earth. The void seemed to have a huge hole for no reason, and all matter leaked into the hole.

There was only a tiny human figure that seemed to be born out of the black sun, rising up, quickly leaving the void, and heading towards the distance.

At this moment, Cooper's mind went blank and he seemed to be in a trance.

Even with all his knowledge, wisdom and cognition as a fourth-level dawn wizard, he still couldn't understand why a mere third-level wizard, who hadn't yet cleared the fog and embraced the dawn, could repeatedly break free from the tactics of a fifth-level wizard and escape.
No, this can no longer be considered as breaking free or escaping.

This is confrontation!

The confrontation between spells, the fight between ants and dragons, ended in a draw, and the former left calmly.

Suddenly, some information that Cooper had once sneered at and disdained surged into his mind again.

That was the information about Ronan Damien that was sent over earlier by the Southern Circle.

"A magic prodigy that only appears once in a thousand years in the south, an unparalleled wizard genius"

These descriptions, which Cooper once thought were too exaggerated and flattering, were deliberately exaggerated by a group of idiots in the Southern French Ring Branch in order to return and gain praise. Now, looking back, he found that everything said in the information might be true, and the person who wrote this information might have run out of words.

"If we had known that we were going to face such a monster, would it have been more appropriate to choose to make friends with him?"

Cooper couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Unfortunately, this is just an impossible hypothesis after all.

Fumingge is not the harsh and old-fashioned Goodman. In his wizard dictionary, there is only the law of "survival of the fittest", and there is no such thing as "equivalent exchange", let alone "investment and return".

"Where are you going?"

"This is your last resort, right?"

The strong wind whistled past his ears, his black hair fluttered, his spirit fluttered like a flag, and Alazan's slightly tired voice rang in Ronan's ears.

"I no longer have the ability to break away from you and find a second soul host.
Don't let your foolish pride lead me to ruin."

"Don't worry, I have already found a way out."

Ronan looked calm and answered confidently, "Of course, I may need a little help from you."

"."

Alazan said nothing more, but just sighed softly.

Ronan passed through layers of lightning and storms, speeding through the void.

Heramus's magic armband was firmly worn on his right arm.

"Click——"

There was the sound of something breaking, and a surging tide of energy was flowing back between heaven and earth.

Ronan didn't need to look back to know that it was the [Forbidden Black Hole] that was shattering.

Waves of terrifying spell fluctuations far exceeding any previous ones came from behind, giving Ronan an extremely intense feeling of pain on his back as if the skin on his back was being pricked by needles and knives.

Ronan's eyes were calm and he ignored it.

On top of the "Silver Falcon" airship, a huge hexagram magic circle began to spread outward, and the six light spots that made up the hexagram also began to gradually brighten, like one blazing sun after another, lighting up half of the dark sky covered with dark clouds.

The glow of the magic circle projected downward, extending to an endless distance, and Ronan's flying figure seemed to be nowhere to hide at this moment.

However, at a certain moment, the hexagram magic circle that was about to reach its peak and activate its power suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the entire magic circle shrank inward, and the terrifying power that had previously spread out began to gradually subside.

When the six bright spots of light gathered together, a human figure that seemed to be formed by the refraction of countless lights slowly emerged from the void.

The human figure raised his head and looked into the distance. Where his gaze fell, a figure just stopped.

Ronan stood in the huge eye of the sky, on the edge of a dark blue storm vortex. His robe and long hair were pulled by the storm, but his body was firmly nailed in the void like a rock, staring at the human figure projected in the hexagram magic circle in the distance.

A fifth-level wizard who practices space magic will find it difficult to escape the pursuit of the opponent no matter where he escapes to in this area.

Therefore, the nearby Storm Realm became his best shelter at this time.

After all, it was a dangerous place where even a sixth-level Dawn Wizard had died. No matter how much the other party wanted his inheritance, they probably wouldn't dare to break into the Storm Realm to capture him.

The "cessation" of the hexagram magic array also proved Ronan's guess.

"clang--"

Ronan flicked the Guardian armband on his right arm with his fingers, causing a clear and pleasant sound like crystals colliding.

He raised his right hand, wanting the figure in the distance to take a closer look at the armband on his arm.

"Fomingsong"

Ronan whispered the other person's name, then turned around, tore apart the layers of storm in front of him with his hands, leaped up, and plunged into the deep blue bottomless storm vortex without hesitation.

"I will return."

The tiny human figure entered the eye of the storm, like a speck of dust being sucked into a whirlpool at the bottom of the lake, without even the slightest ripple.

Cooper slowly withdrew his gaze and turned his head, but even his soul and body trembled violently.

"Master...Femminger"

Cooper buried his head deeply into his chest. He raised his right hand in salute, trembling slightly under his robe.

He was very clear about the mistake he had made this time, but he could not estimate the wrath of Fuminge that was about to come upon him.

However, Cooper waited for a long time, but only heard an unusually calm voice coming down from the sky.

"Notify the South, in the name of Goodman"

"Ronan Damien, who murdered his fellow disciples and betrayed the Circle, has been executed outside the Stormlands."

"Yes."

Cooper responded respectfully.

Under the dark and gloomy sky, the human figure formed by countless tiny refractions of light looked into the distance at the huge eye of the storm that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity, and whispered from its mouth.

"Foolish ants, do you think you can find a way to survive by entering there?
The entire Storm Realm is under the Weaver's surveillance, and you will only die faster in there."

"What a pity! From now on, the legacy of the legendary Spellbinder Heramus will probably be even more difficult to complete."

As soon as the words fell, countless rays of light dispersed, and the human figure disappeared without a trace.

South, Silver Ring.

At the top of the seventh silver tower, sunlight shone through the transparent crystal skylight, casting a beam of golden light. In the quiet study, the only sound was the faint sound of the silver sand leaking out from the timepiece.

Kirsty sat in front of a poplar desk, quietly flipping through a blue book in front of her. A feather pen slid across the white paper from time to time, leaving beautiful traces.

"Susu-"

There was a sudden sound like the rapid turning of pages, and a blue shadow broke into the room, breaking the silence. "It's a message from the Central Region!"

The brightly feathered parrot woke up from its nap and immediately rushed towards the blue bird, making a cheerful cry.

"Let me guess...it must be Ronan's message. Judging by the time, he should be there by now."

"Bolby!"

Kirsty shouted in a stern voice, raised her hand and waved it gently, and the blue bird fell into her hand and turned into a paper bird again.

"Look, look!"

Bobby flapped his wings and came closer, urging him on.

Costi stroked the smooth paper surface of the Blue Bird message with her fingers, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes.

However, this expectation disappeared immediately after she opened the paper bird.

"Damn it! Why is this thing on fire Kirsty, what are you doing, it nearly burned my eyelashes!"

Bobby dodged the flames that suddenly jumped out in front of him in panic, and watched the blue bird that carried the message being quickly engulfed by the flames, screaming non-stop.

But Kosti ignored it, just gently shook off the ashes between her fingers and walked out.

"I'm going to Central."

There was no emotion in Kosti's voice; every syllable created ripples in the air, shaking the books on the surrounding shelves.

Bolby fell on the table, noticing the strangeness in the other person's mood, and was stunned, not knowing what had happened.

I just couldn't help but ask subconsciously: "What are you going to do in the Central Region?"

“Go ask the instructor in person.”

"call--"

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the tower suddenly opened, and strong winds rushed in from outside.

An inexplicable chill rose in the air. Kirsty's figure had disappeared, leaving only her voice echoing in the attic.

“Damien must not die in such an unclear way!!”

This was probably Ronan's worst experience ever of crossing the entrance to a secret space.

The extremely unstable spatial energy, as well as the power of storms and lightning, made him feel as if his entire body was being torn apart throughout the entire process.

I don’t know how long it took, but everything was finally over.

Ronan felt like he had come to another dimension, and thought he had completely entered the realm of storm. The tearing sensation on his body quickly faded away, and was replaced by waves of numbness that seemed to penetrate his flesh and seep into his soul, as well as a slight sense of cutting on the surface of his skin.

Ronan stretched his mental force field outwards with all his strength and opened his eyes. However, the scene he saw startled him slightly.

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The sky cracked into countless pale cracks, and countless lightning bolts wove into the shape of a spider web in the sky. The lead-gray clouds rolled like huge waves, and every time they surged, thousands of blue-purple electric snakes emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, first cutting the sky into countless fragments, and then turning into a lightning torrent with a diameter of at least several kilometers, pouring down from the clouds in a mighty manner. The liquid plasma condensed directly on the surface into a glittering silver-blue lake, and the lake surface continued to bulge with python-like energy columns, which were torn into light dust by the hurricane in the next moment.
Huge whirlpools were suspended in the void, as if composed of billions of transparent blades. Spiral whips of light were flowing outside the whirlpools. Every time they hit the ground, they left behind charred grooves with the texture of lava.

My ears are always filled with huge and strange sounds of wind. This sound is hard to describe, like the dying wails of tens of millions of giant whales, mixed with high-frequency humming of electric currents, making every standing hair on the body become restless.

There were also lightning bolts condensed into shapes similar to ancient weapons, hurricanes that materialized into rune marks, and the ground that was soaked in lightning and grew crystalline tentacles.
Ronan had never seen Purgatory, but if the legendary Abyss Purgatory really existed, there would probably be a corner of it that would match the scene before his eyes.

"Is this the escape route you had planned a long time ago?"

Alazan's voice rang in Ronan's ears, with a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was anger or helplessness.

"if not?"

Ronan quickly recovered from the shock and, while adapting to the harsh environment, he replied calmly: "Do you have a better idea?"

"In this place where elements converge, all energy particles except for the two attributes of wind and electricity are completely repelled. The power of your ice and metal spells will be suppressed to an unprecedented level here."

"It doesn't matter."

Ronan poured several bottles of healing potions into his mouth and once again entered the state of "ancient demon body".

The body full of primitiveness and demonic nature stretched out, the black aura rolled, and he casually punched out, smashing several balls of lightning that were flowing towards him. The surface of the skin splashed by the lightning felt slightly numb.

"It's just right. Let me temper my body. My body has been in a plateau for a long time."

After his proficiency in [Austere Body Tempering] broke through the master level by 1,500 points, the speed of improvement began to be shockingly slow. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Ronan had never freed up his hands to practice it properly. He was lacking an opportunity to practice [Austere Body Tempering] with all his strength.

Right now, it is a perfect place for him to practice hard.

“You think the problem is too simple.”

Alazan shook his head, and a ray of soul power emerged from Ronan's brows and extended to the stormy hell-like sky above his head.

"This place is monitored by an ancient elemental spirit that is about to be promoted to level seven. It can sense your presence."

"I know."

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked up following Alazan's perception.

From the first second he stepped into the Realm of Storms, he felt that there was an indescribable, majestic, ancient and powerful will hovering in the sky.

It was as if an invisible pair of eyes from God were looking down at Ronan all the time.

"But a dragon wouldn't be very interested in an ant crawling under its nose, would it?"

"If the ant survives and tries to cross its territory, that's not necessarily the case."

"I have a solution."

Ronan replied calmly, unilaterally terminating the conversation with Alazan on this issue.

He could imagine Alazan's gnashing teeth and helplessness towards his "stubborn" and "self-righteous" behavior, but as Ronan said before - is there any better way?

Lumian, the fourth-level dawn wizard of the Elemental Circle, died in his hands in disguise. The fifth-level wizard named Fumingge, who was behind him and Cooper, was an ambitious man who would do anything to achieve his goal.

From the fact that he had been planning for two hundred years to deceive his master and gain power, it could be seen that as long as he stayed in the Elemental Ring, or even in the sphere of influence of the Court of Life, he would be hunted down endlessly by the other party.

Unlike the previous time in the south, this time he did not have much room for retreat.

Although the act of actively entering the Storm Realm to avoid disaster seems crazy and risky, Ronan had already thought about it carefully beforehand. If nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any big problems.

This is a way to survive from a desperate situation.

Walking across a cliff on a tightrope, the tightrope connecting the two ends of the cliff is also a road, isn't it?

"Even if you can avoid being hunted by the ancient elemental spirits, how are you going to get out? You can't just rely on luck and run around here like a headless fly."

“Then I’ll need your guidance.”

Ronan let out a light breath, then raised his hand slightly and released something from the space ring on his finger.

"And—it."

(End of this chapter)