Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 456 Supreme-level Talent, Law Enhancement, Moth Mother Mark

Ronan picked up the pocket watch and examined it carefully for a while; no matter how he looked at it, it was just an extremely ordinary object.

Staring at the warm, oily surface of the brass pocket watch, Ronan still couldn't believe that the prophet Eve was dead.

It is said that prophetic wizards cannot foresee their own death, but her death was still too "hasty," along with the pendulum of fate that swung to all the wizards above dawn.

He preferred to believe that the prophet Eve had "left" with the wizards who carried the pendulum of fate, naturally to avoid the calamity unleashed by the Ancient Wizards' Resurrection Society on the Upper Ring Continent.

Perhaps one day, they will meet again in another place.

Ronan silently put away the three items in his hand, and then took out the spatial ring left by Cersei.

The black ring with the relief of a moth gleamed with a mysterious light. Recalling his battle with Cersei, Ronan slowly mobilized the power of the two bloodlines within him.

He heard the sounds of burning flames and passing icy waves, followed by the echoing low murmurs of the ancient frost whale and the phoenix.

The scene before my eyes gradually faded away, and dense, icy blue and orange veins stood out in the void, like the roots of two trees spreading out. Where they touched, some gray light spots emerged.

Each speck of light is a patch of ash-colored snow, which is the source of the power of [Ash Snow]. The fusion of two extreme rules generates an even more incredible and domineering power.

Ronan couldn't describe the essence of this gray power. After enduring the torment of ice and fire within the Realm of Fire for nine years, all he had grasped was a superficial understanding of "ice and fire fusion."

The gray areas where those two sets of rules meet are still relatively few, but
With a thought, nine elemental crystals emerged one after another, spinning like wheels in his hand.

When he reached out and gently grasped the largest and most dazzling one, all nine elemental crystals instantly emitted an unprecedentedly dazzling light.

An indescribable, mysterious thrill arose from the depths of Ronan's heart, as if he had returned to the wondrous state he felt when he advanced to the fifth level and saw the entire Tree of World Rules.

As a mysterious power surged from the ninth elemental crystal in his hand, the dense patterns of ice and fire before him began to merge rapidly at a speed hundreds of times faster than before.

A massive amount of gray, like a surging tide, rapidly surged from the point where the two merged, a stark contrast to the previous speckled gray light.

"call--"

Ronan suddenly released his grip, and the nine elemental crystals dispersed and disappeared into his body, along with all the strange phenomena.

His eyes were strange, and a faint expression of reluctance and reminiscence appeared on his face.

"law."

Perhaps, Ronan couldn't be entirely sure, but the power granted to him by the Nine Star Supreme Spirit had indeed elevated the power of the spell [Ash Snow] to an unparalleled level.

The ninth elemental crystal contains a "blank" seed of law.

Ronan later discovered that before officially determining which type of magic to infuse into the seed and cultivate it as a law, he could also use the mysterious power within the seed to temporarily elevate a certain spell to the level of a "law"!

"Is this considered a unique talent for becoming a nine-star elemental spirit wizard?"
Supreme-level talent?

Of course, this temporary blessing is not without its limitations.

Each invocation consumes the power of the Blank Law Seed; once too much is consumed—

Unsure of the specific consequences, Ronan guessed that the seed might "die," and he would therefore completely lose a ticket to level nine.

Therefore, this is Ronan's biggest trump card, and he will not use it unless absolutely necessary.

So far, Ronan has not decided which school of magic to choose to infuse the seed as a law to cultivate.

Thinking this, Ronan's mental power "brutally" broke open the spatial ring on his hand. When he saw what was inside the ring, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

The next moment, Ronan frowned and then took something out of the ring.

It was a palm-sized gray stone statue, depicting a woman. The statue was exquisite and bore a resemblance to Cersei, with a pair of moth-like wings on her back.

There is only this one thing inside the entire space ring.

Ronan picked up the statue and examined the back and bottom, but found no trace of any writing or runes.

It looks like just an ordinary gray stone statue.

There was no special aura emanating from it. The only unusual thing about the statue was its material, which was quite similar to the sacred stones that Ronan had come into contact with many times.

Ronan studied it for a while and was about to throw the ordinary yet somewhat eerie statue back into the ring space when a mysterious black light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the woman with moth wings in his hand.

In an instant, Ronan's consciousness plummeted, and he was abruptly pulled in.

"There's definitely something strange about this."

Ronan frowned, slowly stood up, looked around, and found that all he saw was flowing gray mist.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression immediately turned rather unpleasant.

His consciousness was pulled into this strange space by the statue, and he just tried to return, only to find that he could not.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Ronan's eyes flickered as he tried to calm himself down.

He had experienced dozens of "reincarnations in dreams" and many times his consciousness entered a certain inheritance space, so although he found the current situation troublesome, he was not flustered.

He tried to walk in one direction of the flowing gray fog, but he hadn't gone far.

"Da da."

Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the gray fog.

Ronan stopped immediately and quickly scanned the direction from which the footsteps were coming with his mental energy.

No, nothing.

"Da da da"

Footsteps came from another direction.

Ronan's mental power swept across the area, but he still gained nothing.

"Da da..." "Da da..." "Da da da..."

Footsteps continued to sound.

It is unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

You never know where it will appear next.

But the sound source was getting closer and closer to Ronan, as if someone was constantly changing direction and rapidly approaching Ronan.

When the sound appeared within 20 meters of Ronan, Ronan finally heard it clearly.

The footsteps were light and delicate, likely made by a petite woman.

"Giggle."

Suddenly, a young woman's giggles came from behind Ronan.

Ronan suddenly turned around, and the next second a pair of slender, fair arms opened and embraced him.

Ronan remained expressionless, then suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw as he swiftly and decisively seized the delicate chin of the woman who was trying to embrace him.

When he saw the woman's face clearly, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Moriel?"

With Ronan gripping her chin tightly, Moriel bit her lower lip, her face full of grievance as she stretched out her arms and said, "Damien, hug me!" "Thump!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ronan's fingers had already tightened.

A terrifying force traveled through his fingers, and Moriel's beautiful head exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white murky slime splattered all over Ronan's face and body. He slowly withdrew his hand and calmly shook off the blood and flesh residue between his fingers.

The headless corpse of "Moriel" stood there blankly, her two hands still outstretched, as if she had never imagined that she would end up like this.

"Ah-"

The next second, a sharp, piercing scream, almost like the chirping of insects, came from the woman's chest.

Countless black moths poured out from the severed neck, and the woman's slender, fair body swelled rapidly before being forcibly torn apart, from which a giant black moth with a human face burst forth.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled sharply, then quickly raised his hand towards the human-faced black moth that had revealed its true form. An invisible wave of mental energy tore through the void like a whip, lashing fiercely at the opponent.

He was unable to cast any spells in this space, and his powerful physical body had not followed him in; all he could rely on was his mental strength.

But when Ronan's terrifying mental power, comparable to or even higher than level six, "lashed" at the human-faced black moth, it was like a gentle breeze blowing across a hillside; the fine downy hairs on the human-faced black moth barely stirred.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately retreated.

But the human-faced moth let out a soft chirp, and the surrounding gray mist expanded rapidly, from which countless moths flew out of thin air—it turned out that this so-called gray mist was actually composed of countless extremely tiny gray moths.

A large number of moths coalesced into cords, instantly binding Ronan's body and limbs tightly.

Ronan tried to struggle, but it was as if he were nailed to the void, unable to move an inch.

At this moment, the giant black moth with its human face, whose features were both clear and blurry, and whose appearance was completely incomprehensible, revealed a strange and cruel smile. It flapped its wings and slowly flew towards Ronan.

Despite being a grotesque, ugly, and terrifying moth, its posture resembled that of an elegant noblewoman slowly walking in, lifting her skirt.

More and more gray moths clung to Ronan's body. Ronan watched the black moths with human faces approach, and his eyes suddenly became completely calm.

The next second, his body began to fade rapidly.

The black moth with the human face seemed to have discovered something. In an instant, it abandoned all its elegance and composure and swooped down towards Ronan with a strange cry.

"Bam—"

The giant black moth with a human face slammed into Ronan, and Ronan's almost invisible figure exploded along with countless gray moths.

His figure could no longer be found in the space, only the furious human-faced moth continued to emit furious shrieks.

"Shh-"

Inside the room, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and a thin, winding trail of blood flowed from under his nose.

However, Ronan had no time to worry about that. The first thing he did after waking up was to quickly grab the woman statue on the table in front of him.

"Click——"

The stone statue was crushed by Ronan's five fingers, and from each crack flowed a large amount of thick black liquid, like filthy and scalding blood.

The entire statue began to shake violently, emitting piercing sound waves, like a woman's hysterical scream or the buzzing of countless moths.

The black liquid flowing from the statue suddenly lunged at Ronan like snakes. Ronan retreated sharply, quickly erecting a defensive barrier of energy and mental power. The liquid, however, seemed to ignore it, and only disappeared completely with a "whoosh" when it reached Ronan's instinctively raised arm to block it.

"what is this?"

Ronan stared at the lifelike black moth mark on the inside of his wrist, his face grim. It was like a birthmark that could not be erased.

"It should be the soul imprint of that so-called Abyss Moth Mother."

A slightly hesitant voice echoed in my mind.

Simply put, it means you've been marked by it.

"mark."

Ronan pulled a snow-white silk handkerchief from his spatial ring and slowly wiped away the winding bloodstains under his nose, then looked at the table again expressionlessly.

At this moment, the fragments of the statue on the table were completely still.

He was forcibly pulled into a mysterious space by the statue. At the last moment, he thought of using the method of [soul projection] to transfer most of his consciousness. Finally, after losing a small part of his soul power, he successfully escaped from the space, but he did not expect that the other party would succeed.

"Abyss Moth Mother".

The blood-stained white handkerchief burned into an orange flame in Ronan's hand, the flames engulfing the moth mark on Ronan's wrist, but unable to ignite and wash it away.

"I've been forgetting to remind you of this."

Many wizards have a habit of setting 'trap curses' in their personal storage magical artifacts, and there are even specialized 'trap rings' and 'cursed rings' that have been developed.

Arazan continued speaking.

"Next time something important happens, you should think of it earlier and tell me sooner."

Ronan stared at the moth mark on his wrist, feeling terrible. "Is there any way to get rid of this mark?"

Ronan already possessed a Worldstone coordinate that could destroy the world, and now he had an additional Moth Mother Mark. The pile of miscellaneous items was making it impossible for him to relax.

"It cannot be eliminated."

Arajan shook his head. "Actually, there's no need to eliminate it. There shouldn't be any further developments."

"you sure?"

Ronan frowned.

Ara exclaimed, "An existence like the Abyss Moth Mother is on the same level as the gods who have not yet left the mythological era. Even the weakest of them are at least level nine."

Why would she keep bothering a mere level 5 wizard like you?

Would you hold a grudge against another ant that killed the ants in your yard?
Leaving a mark was her last act of dignity.

Of course, remember not to appear within the range of her will again, lest the mark be activated, otherwise she might attack again.

"That's good."

Ronan let out a soft breath, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

After what happened, Ronan no longer felt like sitting in the room.

After packing all his belongings, Ronan stepped out of the room.

While he was examining the revelations left to him by the prophet Eve, Elsa had already gone on his behalf to discuss the next course of action with the higher-ups at the Spirit Lake, and it is now estimated that a decision has been reached.

Just as Ronan stepped out of the room, a tall figure who had been waiting outside for a long time quickly stood up straight and then pounced on him.

It was accompanied by a delicate, trembling voice filled with endless longing.

"Owner."

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(End of this chapter)