Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 454 Blasphemy against the Scales, [Ash Snow]

A golden waterfall of metal cascaded down from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and flames spread across the sky like a river.

Ronan held a dark gold dragon bone longsword, every inch of his hair was sparkling with orange-red, and flames formed steps beneath his feet as he strode forward with scorching speed.

The dragon bone sword, connected to the sea of ​​clouds, slashed down, and in an instant, a corner of the vast and indescribable shadow behind the golden sea of ​​clouds was pulled out.
"Rumble--"

Amidst the intertwining of countless golden lightning bolts and flames, and the soaring chant of the Song of Fire and Gold, five terrifying tentacles flowing with magma appeared, shrieking and tearing as they rapidly descended towards the location locked onto by Ronan's mental energy.

Compared to nine years ago, the power of Ronan's spell has increased by more than dozens of times.

Nine years ago, before he reached the fifth level, the spell formed by the fusion of the five golden domains had already reached the "true meaning level".

He is currently at the mid-stage of level five, blessed by a nine-star primordial spirit, and has advanced to the sixth rank through titanium transformation, in addition to nine years of dream cultivation in the Realm of Departing Fire.

He appeared in my dream twenty-three times, and each time he was a fire mage.

He ascended to the dawn four times in his dreams, and his main cultivation method was the Golden Fire Inheritance.

The five inherited spells of 【Golden Fire Spirit Maya】have almost all reached the master level of proficiency, and are only one opportunity away from breaking through to the grandmaster level.

The power manifested by the fusion of the five extraordinary domains has also risen to the level of "true meaning"!
Ronan was not clear about the division of the forbidden stage, but one thing was clear: the power of the Golden Fire had surpassed that of the Ancient Frost Whale he had just used.

after all.

He also possesses the bloodline of the phoenix—the fire that Moriel bestowed upon him.

When the true form of Lingmaye once descended, countless golden fragments that drifted within the domain field have now transformed into countless tangible streams of light, like shattered golden musical notes or incomplete flame runes, thanks to the increased power of the previous incarnation.

"boom!"

The five golden tentacles quickly closed together, and the invisible, viscous sea of ​​gold in the void collapsed rapidly. At the point of impact, countless golden ripples converged as if a blazing sun had suddenly risen.

A black "spot" of light stood out against the blazing sun, and the black spot of light gradually formed a distorted human figure.

Thick black liquid gushed from the figure, spreading outwards in concentric circles like waves.

The black waves were instantly melted upon touching the blazing golden ripples, but as the waves surged forth one after another, they finally broke through the golden ripples' confinement and were completely released at a certain moment.

The flames scattered in the void scorched the overflowing black waves with crackling sounds, and only then did everyone realize that they were actually composed of tiny, deformed black moths.

Cersei emerged from a wave of monstrous moths, her enormous moth wings fluttering slightly behind her, the intense flames around her illuminating her distorted face.

"Golden Dawn."

Cersei's eyes, now completely black and gray, gleamed with a strange, crystalline light. Her mouth split open like a flower, from which sprouted dense, whisker-like hairs that trembled and emitted a terrifying shriek.

"Today, I'll make you die again!"

As she spoke, she stretched her arms outwards, and countless black moths instantly surged from her entire body.

The moths, like smoke or flowing water, quickly gathered behind her and transformed in the blink of an eye into a giant, semi-transparent, human-faced moth.

The human-faced moth was hundreds of meters tall, with three pairs of black membranous wings on its back covered in eerie, vein-like patterns. On its head, which resembled that of a seductive woman, countless wailing and distorted faces were pieced together to form two enormous compound eyes.

This monstrous moth appears to be Cersei's primordial spirit form, but it is far inferior to her former primordial spirit form.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he gripped the dragon bone longsword in his hand and swung it downwards with force.

A terrifying aura emanated from the area, and seven vortexes suddenly broke open in the vast and thick golden sea of ​​clouds above, with huge golden tentacles hanging down from each vortex.

Adding to the previous five, a total of twelve golden tentacles lashed out at Cersei, her black hair whipping wildly. The human-faced moth avatar behind her flapped its wings, instantly blowing out countless gray-blue phosphorescent particles, which transformed into a gray-blue haze hurricane that soared upwards.

"boom!"

The twelve golden tentacles collided with the hurricane, unleashing a terrifying aftershock of energy.

A large amount of grayish-blue phosphorescent powder was scattered with the aftershocks. Some of the Spirit Lake Wizards who were unable to dodge in time were accidentally contaminated. Their entire bodies immediately began to fester and decay, their flesh rotted away, and their souls were wailing as they were extracted. They were then forcibly sucked into the giant human-faced moth avatar, and another distorted human face appeared in the latter's compound eyes.

"Elsa!"

Ronan's eyes flashed. The ancient ice dragon that Elsa had transformed into circled rapidly around the edge of the battlefield between the two, spewing out deep blue dragon breath to form a huge ring-shaped ice wall that blocked all the phosphorus powder and aftershocks.

Ronan looked at the twelve golden tentacles he had summoned. The parts that were stained with phosphorus powder showed large patches of metallic rust. The ruby-like spell patterns on the tentacles were broken and dull, as if they had been subjected to intense magical corrosion.

"Shh-"

At this moment, Cersei had already manipulated the avatar of the moth to attack him.

Ronan took a deep breath, and the countless orange-red flames scattered in the void began to converge. The color of the flames deepened, and a trace of restrained purple gradually emerged from the orange-red.

“Lingmaye—”

Ronan held the dragonbone sword in both hands and raised it upwards with a pious posture.

Above, the vast golden sea of ​​clouds surged once more, and one could almost hear the whispers of the indescribable, enormous shadow behind it.

"boom--"

The enormous and long golden wings, as big as golden celestial blades, suddenly pierced through the layers of clouds and struck the body of the human-faced moth in an instant. The void collapsed at the point of impact, and countless ripples were generated.

The monstrous moth avatar staggered, letting out a furious shriek from Cersei's mouth.

The three pairs of wings of the human-faced moth vibrated at a high frequency, so fast that they seemed to turn into smoke. During the vibration, long, narrow, pointed black wave pulses shot out rapidly.

The golden touch that came into contact with the pulse shattered instantly, but a second golden wing immediately followed, tearing through the void and falling from the sea of ​​clouds above.

Lingmaye has sixteen pairs of wings, and the enormous shadow behind the golden sea of ​​clouds is constantly lowering its wings.

The deep purple flames within the orange-red hue coalesced into a serpent that swiftly climbed upwards along the drooping wings. The wings intertwined, intercepting the pulses and slashing towards Cersei like a guillotine.

"call--"

In the clash of powers, Ronan narrowed his eyes, stepped on a golden wing that slashed down diagonally, and rushed towards the dome like climbing a ladder to heaven.

He slowly inserted the dragon bone sword in his hand back into his back, as if reconnecting his spine.

The dark gold titanium robe billowed in the wind, expanding rapidly like a giant umbrella, instantly engulfing Ronan's figure. The next second...
"boom!"

A huge and ferocious dark gold dragon broke free and fiercely pounced on the human-faced moth that was within arm's reach.

The two colossal beings engaged in close combat, resembling an ancient dark golden dragon battling the true form of the Moth Mother descending from the abyss. Each collision between them caused a violent tremor throughout the entire Spirit Lake Secret Realm, and the orange-red flames, like the breath of a dragon, scorched the scattered phosphorus powder with a crackling sound.

The attention of all the Spirit Lake wizards watching was completely captured by the battle before them, including the leaders of the Black Moon and Deep Sea factions. They could not imagine that a wizarding war under the Twilight could be so intense and terrifying. What was even more unbelievable was that one of the sides was not even level six.

"Tear--"

The battle lasted for less than two hourglasses, until the last golden wing shattered, and the golden sea of ​​clouds thinned out.

The battle between the human-faced moth avatar and the dark gold dragon is drawing to a close.

The vast battlefield, enclosed by Elsa's Ice Ring, was divided into two distinct halves by gray-blue magical phosphorescent powder and orange-red flames containing deep purple, with the two halves standing at opposite ends of the battlefield.

Cersei hovered on the full chest and abdomen of the Moth-like form, just as she had at the beginning; Ronan, the dark gold dragon he had transformed into, appeared "scarred," his massive "dragon body" covered with traces of fel corruption, rusted, and with scales falling off piece by piece.

"ended."

Cersei smirked coldly as she swayed her hips and walked towards Ronan, the grey-blue phosphorescent mist surrounding her pushing forward and constantly squeezing the domain of fire. "Nine years ago, you could at least hurt me, but now you're so pitifully weak..."

Cersei clicked her tongue, her dark gray eyes filled with mockery and pity.

The dragon's cold eyes remained unmoved, and Ronan's calm voice came from its mouth.

"Cersei, your bloodline, your Dharma body, your soul... are all corrupted. You are trapped in a powerful and deceptive lie without even realizing it."

"pollute?"

Cersei chuckled, and the monstrous moth-like form behind her swayed and trembled along with it.

"It's a completion, a sublimation, an evolution of ignorant fools."

"But you've reminded me."

Cersei's lips parted, revealing a cruel and eerie smile. "I've suddenly decided which move I should use to end you."

Cersei spread her arms, and the skin from her chest to her abdomen split open on its own, revealing a dense array of jagged, interlocking teeth.

Inside the chest cavity, a black scale, seemingly crafted from flesh and bone and crawling with moths, slowly rose, with countless dark gray blood vessels connected to the body on the scale.

"Desecration of the scales!"

As this strange scale appeared, an aura of extreme evil and mystery immediately spread out.

Cersei looked up at the scales of flesh rising above her head like a devout believer, her eyes gleaming with a strange excitement and fanaticism.

"The Mother Moth has granted me arbitration."

Cersei lowered her gaze, but Ronan, who was watching this scene from afar, suddenly had a glint in his eyes. His massive dragon body turned around abruptly, tearing open the nearby void and quickly disappearing inside.

"Only now do you think about running away?"

Cersei smiled broadly, but her eyes were as cruel as ice. "It's too late."

The enormous, human-faced moth folded its wings, enveloping Cersei, and sped off in the direction the dark gold dragon had fled.

The two of them, one after the other, left the Spirit Lake Secret Realm in the blink of an eye and arrived at a vast plain.

Strangely, the escaped dark gold dragon stopped immediately after leaving the spirit lake, turned around, and continued to coldly stare at Cersei.

"Is this the burial place you chose for yourself?"

Cersei glanced around briefly, a cold smile on her face.

"Do not."

A faint response came from the mouth of the dark gold dragon.

The flames surrounding it now converged on the dragon's body, flowing like water across its entire form.

When the flames subsided, the dark golden dragon was "completely refreshed," as if it had been reborn from the flames.

"rustle--"

At this moment, the massive dark gold dragon's scales crumbled and reassembled into the shape of a robe, which was then gently draped over Ronan, who slowly emerged from within the dragon's body.

"I just don't want your blood to pollute the Spirit Lake."

Ronan smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on his robe, his slender, pale fingers gently tracing the dark gold patterns on the cuffs.

"you"

Cersei couldn't help but laugh. Just as she was about to speak, a violent surge of magic erupted from nearby.

Immediately afterwards, the world before them was filled with countless blue and gold streams of light, frost rolled up like waves, and at the end of the cold, came the ancient and distant song of whales.

Before the ancient cold wave had passed, another powerful magical fluctuation erupted, and a bewitching, surging wave of fire, orange-red with a hint of deep purple, swept in.

"Boom boom——"

A blue-gold chill and a wave of fire tinged with orange and purple swept past, freezing half of Cersei and the moth-like avatar behind her, while scorching the other half.

But in just a few breaths, Cersei broke free from the two powerful magical forces.

"Ha ha--"

The three pairs of wings behind the human-faced moth flapped wildly, stirring up bursts of gray-blue mist that resisted the surging flames and cold waves.

Cersei's chest opened, supporting the scales of flesh and blood, and she let out a shrill, piercing laugh.

"I don't know how you survived, but the lava from the Realm of Fire must have burned your brain too!"

Your fire and ice spells clashed, causing their power to be reduced out of nowhere. Don't you know such basic spellcasting knowledge?

"Desecration of the scales!"

The monstrous human-faced moth flapped its wings violently, instantly unleashing a dense array of black energy ripples that pushed aside all the frost and flames before it.

Cersei crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her fingertips, eyes, tongue, and nose fell off naturally like clay sculptures, automatically floating into the air and landing on one side of the scales of flesh and blood.

Black moths crawled out of her body from the broken ends of her detached organs, filling the gaps.

"All things return to the cocoon, and the mother moth grants me immortality."

Cersei emitted a strange buzzing sound like the fluttering of moth wings, and an eerie purple light swirled in her empty eye sockets.

The scales of flesh and blood trembled, and on the empty other end, some mysterious, fine red filaments, like cilia, began to grow rapidly.
At this moment, Ronan seemed oblivious to everything around him.

He stood atop countless waves of frost and fire, with the phantoms of ancient frost whales and phoenixes appearing and circling behind him.

"Yes, ice and fire can cancel each other out."

Ronan softly replied to Cersei's mocking words, while elemental crystals appeared one after another around him, continuously amplifying the power of the two elemental spells.

When all nine elemental crystals appeared, they formed the shape of the Crown of Law, hovering above his head.

The frost and flames beneath Ronan's feet were amplified to an extreme, almost dividing the vast sky into a mesmerizing red and blue hue.

Just then, the red threads on the other side of the scales of flesh and blood above Cersei's head also finished growing and spread out in an instant, rapidly extending towards Ronan like a red spider web.

Wherever the red threads passed, flames and frost vanished, and the void crumbled like pieces of old, worn-out paint.

Just then, Ronan also raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping directly past the mysterious red threads that were rapidly encroaching upon him, and landing squarely on Cersei.

"But you've seen it."

"Snow that can burn?"

Ronan spoke softly.

Ice and fire merge, [Ash Snow]!
(End of this chapter)