Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 458 The Black Witch King, Making a Decision (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes)

"Everyone, please leave now. I have something I'd like to discuss with His Majesty the Golden Dawn privately."

Serena took a deep breath, calmed her turbulent emotions, and turned to give the order.

The wizards on both sides of the long table rose, bowed to Ronan, and left.

Ronan watched Thomas's figure disappear completely behind the closed door. "I didn't expect your alliance to have a former commander-level wizard from Tangista."

"more than."

Serena shook her head. "There are also three level six legion commanders. The White Witch King is delusional, trying to use the power of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society to replenish his bloodline and get rid of the blood decline disease. He has completely gone mad, but not everyone is willing to go mad with him."

But it's you."

Serena looked at Ronan with a complex expression, "You are the one who truly surprised me, the Golden Dawn—Ronan Damian!"

Serena would never forget Ronan. She never imagined that the boy who had defeated her once in the Battle of the Southern Herams Wizards would single-handedly lift her out of the struggle for the throne and was once regarded by her as the greatest and only pendulum of fate, the Golden Dawn.

Serena then understood why the other party had such strong hostility towards Frmmingo of the Elemental Ring during their first meeting on the Plains of Wind. It was because Ronan Damien had "died" at Frmmingo's hands, and the person behind the Golden Dawn Mask was none other than Ronan Damien.

The two figures, one from memory and the other from reality, overlapped before Serena's eyes, giving her a fleeting sense of illusion and unreality.

"It's kind of you to remember my name."

Ronan looked at Serena and said calmly, "It seems you've changed quite a bit in these nine years."

As he spoke, Ronan suddenly raised his hand and reached for Serena without warning.

His robe, adorned with dark gold dragon patterns, seemed to come alive. Dark gold metallic streams rapidly gathered at his fingertips, bursting forth with the color of magma, emitting a clear, resonant sound like the vibration of dragon scales, and an indescribable, terrifying aura.

The space between the two collapsed instantly, the air distorted, and countless energies surged forth.

Serena's expression changed slightly, and she quickly retreated. Her emerald armor shone, and strands of green silk emerged from between the colliding runes. The silk quickly condensed into a beautiful and exquisite green bow in her hand. Serena's cloak billowed behind her, and she swiftly shot an arrow at Ronan.

A touch of verdant green burst forth from the tip of her arrow, suddenly expanding into a surging ocean of emeralds!
It was as if a hot knife was swiftly slicing through butter.

The emerald sea that filled the entire council hall was immediately and neatly cut in half the moment it took shape.

Ronan's figure strolled out from the parted green sea, surrounded by flames, his orange-red hue containing a hint of bewitching, deep purple.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, Serena's emerald power was almost powerless against them. It was like a raging fire sweeping through the dense forest, extinguishing the lush life along the way, collapsing large swaths of greenery, leaving only the scorching marks left by the flames.

Serena kept drawing her bow, but her face showed shock.

"What kind of fire is that?"

"What do you think?"

Ronan looked at her with clear eyes.

Serena seemed to realize something and blurted out instinctively, "Phoenix?!"

"It's Moriel's fire."

As Ronan sighed softly, the intense, bewitching flames in the hall suddenly vanished without a trace.

Ronan, dressed in a black robe, stood in the center of the green surroundings. He didn't look at Serena, but instead stared intently in another direction, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of melancholy and loneliness.

The emerald sea gradually receded, and the green waterfall-like trench coat gently fell down. Serena walked back to Ronan with a complicated expression.

“I haven’t heard the name Moriel in a long time.”

At that moment, Serena seemed to understand why Ronan was able to survive the collapsed Realm of Fire and become even stronger than before.

During the nine years he disappeared as the Golden Dawn, no one knew what had happened to him, but now, Serena had a vague idea.

Ronan turned around, his eyes already calm again.

The fire power brought by the Phoenix bloodline seemed to have little effect when fighting Cersei, because Cersei's strength was far, far beyond his, exceeding an entire wizarding realm, and she also had the power of the Abyss Moth Mother to enhance her.

The domineering nature of both the Phoenix Fire and the Primordial Frost Whale Ice has been concealed.

However, the power of the Phoenix Flame only becomes apparent when facing a wizard of the same level as Serena.

In fact, Serena's emerald power, derived from her life armor, was not weak, but it was ruthlessly crushed by the Phoenix Flame.

"You now have roughly the combat strength of a level six wizard, and the Life Armor provides an even greater boost to you..."

Ronan casually glanced at Serena's emerald armor. He remembered that the armor was previously mainly white and gold, but now it had turned as green as a dense forest.

"I have already merged four sets."

Serena let out a soft breath and replied.

"With each set I fuse, my strength, speed, physique, spirit, and perception will increase significantly, and I will be able to unlock more incredible abilities."

The ancestor left a will stating that if all twelve sets are collected, it may even be possible to summon a projection of the World Tree.
Unfortunately, there is no longer that chance.

You should be glad you never have another chance.

Ronan glanced at the regret on Serena's face and said calmly, "Where are the other two sets?"

"Edward fought me four years ago and was defeated. He then defected and disappeared without a trace. He took the remaining two sets of weapons with him, which should now be in the hands of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he didn't continue on the topic. Instead, he asked, "What do you plan to talk to me about, since you've kept me here alone?"

Since the two had been alone together, Ronan had been in control of the conversation, but now he was handing it back to Serena.

Serena's expression turned slightly serious as she looked at Ronan and said in a deep voice, "Someone wants to see you."

Ronan looked up: "Who?"

Serena spoke slowly and deliberately: "The Black Witch King."

The heavy stone gate silently slid open under the power of runes, like a long-sealed tomb opening, letting out a gust of decaying wind.

Ronan stopped in front of the door, looking at the darkness that seemed to be swallowing up the light. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked in slowly.

The air inside the stone chamber was thick with a murky atmosphere. Ronan's arrival seemed to have disturbed something. With each step he took, countless things seemed to crawl rapidly through the surrounding darkness, but upon closer inspection, they were nothing at all.

Light gradually appeared before his eyes, and Ronan walked towards the source of light, seeing countless black threads weaving in the void like knitting yarn.

He kept walking forward, and finally stopped in front of a small gray room.

The room was small, with an oil painting hanging on one wall, but the eerie canvas was completely empty, without any content.

An old brass floor lamp in the corner cast a dim yellow light, and in the center of the room, a person sat creaking in a rocking chair.

This was an old man who had lost almost all his teeth, with sparse hair, a face covered with dark brown age spots, a thick gray blanket covering his knees, and a large glass jar in his arms.

From the moment Ronan appeared, the old man had been watching him, his withered hands constantly pulling out brightly colored, candy-like things from the jar in his arms and popping them into his mouth one after another.

Ronan stood at the boundary between light and darkness, quietly looking into the old man's eyes, and finally, calmly uttered the old man's name.

"The Black Witch King".

The old man in the rocking chair squinted and smiled, revealing a set of black, yellow, and rotten teeth.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached into the jar, took out a candy bean, and tossed it to Ronan.

"It's been a long time since anyone has come to chat with this old man. Here, have a taste."

Ronan instinctively caught the candy bean that the Black Witch King threw at him. It was icy cold to the touch. He looked at it closely and saw a painfully distorted human face on the green bean, about the size of an eyeball, with its mouth constantly opening and closing.

Ronan was startled and almost instinctively threw the beans in his hand away.

These aren't candies at all; they're clearly the souls of living people, crafted using secret methods, yet they're being tossed into people's mouths like snacks to satisfy their cravings.

Ronan frowned, his expression turning slightly cold as he slowly put down the candy in his hand and looked at the Black Witch King in front of him again.

The Black Witch King seemed unfazed by his gaze, and instead asked with some regret, "Don't you like it?"
You should try it; it tastes really good.

He pulled the blanket that had slipped slightly off his knees back up, sighed softly, and said, "I'm old, and my soul's lifespan is almost over. Without this method, I won't live for more than a few years."

Do you think I'm too cruel?

The Black Witch King looked at Ronan and said calmly, "You should spend more time in the direction of Tangista. Waver's methods are much more ruthless than mine."

Ronan knew who Waver, the Black Witch King, was referring to; he had met the White Witch King once nine years ago in the Land of Fire.

He was too lazy to continue arguing with the Black Witch King about this issue, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I didn't expect you to choose to stand on our side."

“I have never said that.”

"It's just that some people have completely abandoned the bottom line of being a wizard, and I simply cannot do that."

The Black Witch King answered calmly.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, "That Juventus..."

You mean Juventus?

The Black Witch King slowly straightened up in the swaying wicker chair, his aged face gradually softening.

"He has always been a child with his own opinions."

"I spent three hundred years selecting him from three hundred thousand embryos. I poured so much effort into him, but I never expected this."

The Black Witch King feigned sadness, grabbed a corner of the blanket on his knees, and wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes. "What he wants most is to get rid of me completely."

"why?"

"Because he believes that my bloodline is a hindrance to his progress."

Ronan stared into the Black Witch King's eyes and said calmly, "I'm afraid it's not just for that reason, is it?"

The Black Witch King stopped moving, and a bright smile suddenly bloomed on his face, which had been filled with sorrow and desolation.

"You are such a smart kid, just like Juventus."

In an instant, the Black Witch King's expression turned incredibly ferocious. He transformed into a twisted and terrifying shadow, lunging at Ronan like a monster.

Ronan was startled and instinctively stepped back.

When they came to their senses, they found the Black Witch King still sitting perfectly fine in the rocking wicker chair, as if he had never moved. "It's no secret."

The Black Witch King smiled at him, gently shaking the glass jar in his arms, appearing kind and serene as if he were harmless.

"People like Weber and I have only one purpose in having offspring: to make up for the defects in our bloodline, thereby getting rid of the decline in blood and going a step further."
Juventus realized this early on and consciously distanced themselves from me. I know why they went to such lengths to collect the Herams set.

Unfortunately, he had no idea that I didn't have enough time and had long since given up that evil idea.

He was so terrified that he desperately grabbed at anything he could get his hands on, unaware that leaving me would plunge him into a true abyss of despair.
There has always been a lack of communication between my son and me.

The Black Witch King expressed his emotions, and at this moment he seemed to finally show some genuine feelings.

Ronan listened quietly, trying to discern the truth or falsehood in the Black Witch King's words.

At that moment, the Black Witch King's gaze suddenly fell directly on him. Ronan looked up sharply and took a half step back, but in the blink of an eye, the feeling of being targeted as prey quickly faded away.

"In fact, in my eyes, you are far more appealing than Juventus. If only I had met someone like you a hundred years earlier..."

The Black Witch King smacked his lips, slowly tossed a soul candy into his mouth, and chewed it with a sound like a living person's wail.

"Kid, I have a piece of advice for you."

From now on, don't casually reveal the secret of your Nine-Star Elemental Spirit, or you'll attract too many monsters that want to devour you alive.

Ronan's expression hardened, and after a moment of silence, he gave a soft "hmm".

"Did you see me today just to say these things?"

After a period of silence, Ronan spoke again.

The Black Witch King shook his head. "No, I mainly wanted to inform you to be prepared to go to the lower levels at any time."

"Central Continent?!"

Ronan was taken aback. "What do you mean? You've decided to give up on Sheung Wan?"

"if not?"

The Black Witch King looked at him and said calmly, "I will find a way to open a passage to the Central Ring through the Sunken Eye. This process will probably take one to two years. After it is opened, I will arrange for people to enter in batches."

Ronan frowned and interrupted, "Can't we find a way to fight them?"

"confrontation?"

The Black Witch King laughed, "Do you know how many Level Seven members the Resurrection Society currently has?"

The Black Witch King held up three fingers and slowly said, "Including the White Witch King, as far as I know, there are at least three Level Seven Twilight beings."

"Wallis's blood created them, but it also cost us a seventh-level force that should have been able to unite."

Right now, I'm the only level 7 player on the alliance side.

Although I've lived enough.

The Black Witch King popped a brightly colored soul candy into his mouth and said calmly, "But it's not worth doing something like throwing your life away."

"Three people at level seven."

Ronan frowned. "Besides you, do we have any other Level 7s here?"

"I do know of one."

The Black Witch King said, "However, he probably won't be willing to get involved in this mess. He's not a wizard from the Upper Rings, but if it's about helping to open the Lower Eye, it might be possible to persuade him."

A thought flashed through Ronan's mind, and he blurted out instinctively, "Narros?!"

"You know him."

The Black Witch King looked at him with slight surprise.

Ronan nodded and said seriously, "I will find a way to persuade him."

"And I can also bring in a level seven assistant."

"are you kidding me?"

The Black Witch King narrowed his eyes. "In Upper Ring, a level seven wizard isn't as common as cabbage on the roadside."

"No."

Ronan shook his head. "She comes from the Frost Citadel. Given my connections, I should be able to ask her for help."

"Frost Leader."

The Black Witch King's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, and he blurted out a woman's name.

Ronan didn't need to verify; he could guess that it must be the name of the Frost Elder.

I underestimated you.

The Black Witch King looked at Ronan with a rather strange expression. "But even if everything you say can be done..."

We are not confident of winning even in a three-on-three situation.

Moreover, there are battlefields below level seven.

"I will take care of Juventus."

Ronan spoke calmly: "I will personally rescue your offspring who has been bewitched by the abyss."

The Black Witch King stared at Ronan for a long time, his eyes flashing with an intriguing light.

A moment later, an invisible force suddenly pushed Ronan backward, and the Black Witch King's figure, the small gray room, and everything else quickly receded from Ronan.

"We'll talk about it when you can actually do it, kid."

"The plan to open the sunken eye remains unchanged; leaving is the wisest choice for you."

The heavy stone door slammed shut in front of Ronan, the light from the runes on the door flashed and disappeared, and the voice of the Black Witch King could no longer be heard.

Ronan stood in front of the door, his eyes gleaming.

After half an hourglass had passed, he slowly turned around.

He turned around and saw someone standing not far away, looking at him with a half-smile.

His hair was as black as night, and he wore a long robe. He had wine-red eyes and a face that, while not exactly handsome, exuded a sinister charm.

The newcomer walked slowly towards Ronan and said gently, "I knew you weren't dead."

"who are you?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke up.

The newcomer was taken aback. "You don't recognize me?"

"Should I get to know you?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

"Have you lost your memory?"

The newcomer seemed to realize what was happening, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face. He opened his arms and walked towards Ronan even faster.

"You've even forgotten me."

I am Anglie, your most beloved brother, your closest kinsman, your most admired and revered idol.”

Before Anglie could finish speaking, Ronan interrupted him with a cold laugh.

"You fart!"

Ronan glanced at Anglie and said casually, "The Anglie I know is a stunningly beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure and a captivating charm."

Ang's expression froze instantly. After catching a fleeting glint of mischief in Ronan's eyes, he finally realized what was happening.

His smile vanished, his outstretched arms slowly lowered, and he sneered with an ugly expression, "I really didn't expect this, Ronan."

Nine years of scorching lava in the Realm of Fire have somehow managed to create a sense of humor in you.

Ronan then burst out laughing.

Opportunities to tease Anglie are rare. It's unknown how Anglie managed to switch back to his original gender, but that experience of being feminized is destined to be a stain on Ronan's reputation for life.

"I was just about to come find you."

After Ronan laughed, he said to Anglie, "I need to see Narros."

"I know what you want to do."

Anglie sneered, "Don't worry, he'll agree. The entire Ghost Flower Society will help you."

"Um?!"

Ronan was surprised and for a moment couldn't figure out if there was any other meaning behind Anglie's words.

"But are you confident you can beat Juventus?"

Anglie looked at Ronan and licked his lips lightly, as if he knew everything about the conversation between Ronan and the Black Witch King.

"What do you mean?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "You've seen Juventus before?"

Anglie did not answer, but his entire body quickly faded away, transforming into two dense shadows like dragon wings, which swiftly enveloped Ronan.

Anglie's voice echoed low in the shadows.

"Ronan, don't insist on forcing everyone onto your warship, only to be the first to capsize in the waves, dragging everyone down with you."

As he spoke, countless slender black arms suddenly emerged from the shadows, grabbing fiercely at Ronan from all directions.

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