Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 459 [Ling Maya - Forbidden Touch]! The Realm of Rules, the Breeding Ground of Laws (Resumed)
Ronan lightly tapped the void before him with his finger, and a flame, orange-red with a bewitching purple hue, appeared. It then continued to expand, transforming into a blazing ring of fire that suddenly spread outwards.

The slender arms that emerged from the shadows were scorched by the fire of the phoenix and immediately shrieked and retracted as if they were alive.

The flames of the phoenix condensed into a dazzling and magnificent flaming cloak around Ronan as he strolled forward.

At this moment, the entire space was completely covered by shadows, and Anglie's figure could not be seen. In the dark void, there seemed to be some invisible and terrifying existence silently swimming around.

"Anglie, when was the last time we fought?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, his fingertips swiftly tracing patterns in the air. Beneath his dark gold robes, the aura of the [Golden Fire] magic domain flowed simultaneously with the flow of titanium.

Golden vapors rose up, quickly spreading out a magnificent and dazzling sea of ​​golden clouds in the shadows.

At that moment, a piercing shriek echoed from the shadows, and countless twisted shadows began to leap out of the vast darkness one after another. They surged madly toward Ronan, like a terrifying army unleashed from the underworld, attempting to engulf the entire golden sea of ​​clouds.

Ronan remained expressionless as he used titanium to guide the golden sea of ​​clouds. The combination of the Phoenix bloodline and the inheritance of the golden fire unleashed a terrifying power far exceeding that of ordinary fire magic.

Thick, imposing chainsaws continuously descended from the golden sea of ​​clouds, whistling as they swept away swathes of twisted, dark shadows like swatting ants.
A stellar field emanated from his body as Ronan attempted to locate Anglie.

Anglie's greatest skill is concealment. Fighting him is not only troublesome because of his endless and unpredictable methods, but also because of how to find his true location.

"call--"

Golden wings descended from the golden sea of ​​clouds, cleaving through the void like dazzling celestial blades, sweeping away entire swathes of shadow.

Ronan was surrounded by gold and flames, creating a magnificent arena that belonged only to him in the shadows.

The flames floating in space like golden fragments were like Ronan's countless eyes. With the blessing of the [Spirit Heart Amber], Ronan's perception of soul fluctuations was amplified to the extreme.

Anglie's blurry and ever-changing figure gradually appeared in his perception.

Ronan stepped forward to the chanting of the Song of Fire and Gold, the twelve Spirit Maya Touches roaring and dancing around him like golden pythons, leaving streaks of dazzling flames in the waves of black shadow.

In a sudden instant, all the tentacles converged in one spot in the void, and countless ripples gathered at the point of impact. The terrifying power formed a rising golden sun, and under the sun, Anglie's figure appeared.

"Ah--"

At that moment, Ronan heard Anglie chuckle.

Ronan saw him spread his arms under the blazing sun, his whole body melting into a pool of black shadow, which then rapidly expanded, transforming into an incomparably enormous dragon-shaped black shadow.

An ancient and evil dragon roar echoed in the void. A huge dragon shadow spread its wings, and in an instant, a black curtain rapidly rose, covering Ronan's entire golden sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly, and the twelve golden tentacles and golden feathers surrounding his body rapidly descended.

But no matter how he cast his spells, the power of gold and fire was completely swallowed up by the dragon-shaped shadow.

It was as if he was facing a viscous and mysterious sea, a starless and moonless black sky.

"Tuk-"

Ronan formed hand seals, and all the golden tentacles and golden wings around his body collapsed.

Countless fragments of titanium, disintegrating from the flames, converged behind him like a torrent. The flames of the phoenix rose fiercely, dyeing Ronan's figure and wildly dancing hair into a bewitching purple hue amidst the orange-red.

Ronan took a deep breath, raised his hands, and slowly made the gesture of drawing his sword.

The flowing titanium extended upwards along his spine, coalescing into a golden knife covered with countless ruby ​​patterns.

The long, narrow celestial blade, hundreds of feet long, flowed with asphalt-like phoenix fire, slashing forward with seemingly slow but actually swift movements.

The black dragon shadow continued to expand, and the heavy black curtain pressed down, the two colliding silently.
"boom--"

It was as if a dark ocean had been overturned, and the colors of gold and fire were completely swallowed up.

In the darkness, a pair of sinister, wine-red eyes lit up, and a huge dragon shadow silently swam by, as if announcing the ultimate victor of this battle.

Sudden.

The dragon's shadow stopped.

In the pure darkness, a void bulged upwards, and wine-red eyes glanced down, revealing a hint of surprise.

The bulging part in the void rapidly rose, becoming noticeable and enormous in an instant, with a faint light seemingly emanating from it.

At a certain limit, "Boom!"

The protrusion suddenly exploded, revealing a dazzling, brilliant golden color.

"call--"

Like a golden sun leaping out of a black sea of ​​clouds, a huge golden fireball slowly rises from the thick shadows.

The golden lava, thicker than metallic molten lava, flowed apart, and a figure emerged from it.

Ronan stood in the center of the overflowing lava, his entire body illuminated by the flames, radiant and dazzling. Countless shattered golden runes collided and formed around him.
His eyes contained a vast sea of ​​golden clouds, and the indescribable outline of Lingmaye appeared behind him. The tentacles hanging down at the bottom solidified into a tangible form, as clear and exquisite as red gold glass, like mythical giant pythons crawling out of a golden kingdom, forcefully creating a field of gold and fire in the shadows.

A dense aura of forbidden energy surrounded Ronan, while golden lightning arcs fell like waterfalls from the sky.

"A breakthrough has been achieved"

Ronan looked at his hands, a slight look of surprise on his face.

His mastery of the [Black Steel Touch] technique had already reached the perfect level of master, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the grandmaster level.

In the battle with Anglie, a breakthrough was naturally achieved, and [Black Steel Touch] was completely transformed into [Ling Maya - Forbidden Touch]!
"Forbidden-level [Golden Flame]."

Ronan slowly clenched his fists, and the crimson-gold glass surrounding him danced with his thoughts, tearing open the void and creating one collapsed, twisted, and melting trace after another.

“The true form of Lingmaye has begun to bless me.”

Ronan sensed the transformation of this spell and seemed lost in thought.

Just then, Anglie's voice came from above, "This is far from enough."

In the shadowy night, those wine-red, evil dragon eyes curved downwards, as if they were smiling at Ronan.

The next moment, Ronan felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure pressing down on him from all directions.

The forbidden touch stretched outwards, but beneath that vast, rolling shadow, it showed signs of collapse, unable to bear the weight.

The golden field collapsed rapidly inward, and countless runes scattered into sparks.

Ronan frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed. The golden sea of ​​clouds in his pupils faded rapidly, replaced by a grayish color.

"【Ash Snow】".

Accompanied by the distant songs of whales and the cries of phoenixes, two torrents of ice blue and crimson collided silently, giving rise to a speck of gray that instantly "ignited" the entire shadowy curtain.

The heavy, incomparable shadow rapidly dissipated like an avalanche, just as a black curtain was quickly burned by flames, revealing the original color of this space.
"Shh-"

The enormous dragon-shaped shadow made a beautiful tail flick in the void, then all the blackness converged into one place, transforming back into the figure of Anglie.

Inside the spacious gray stone hall, orange torches burned quietly on both sides of the hall. Ronan and Anglie stood on either side of the hall, looking at each other calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"The power of the rule domain?!"

Anglie gently patted the hem of his robe with his palm, as if a faint gray flame still lingered there.

He looked at Ronan, a rare solemn expression appearing on his naturally wicked face.

"pity."

Anglie lowered his eyes slightly and shook his head, saying, "With this alone, we're still far from being able to beat Juventus."

Ronan's eyes flashed. "You've played against Juventus before?"

What is his current strength?

"At least in the Upper Ring Continent, no one below the seventh level of Twilight can be his opponent."

Anglie looked at Ronan with an unprecedentedly serious expression. "The last piece of the Herams Armor Set is in your hands. You should be able to imagine the power that all eight pieces of this heritage set will possess."

Moreover, Juventus has more than one means to reach the dawn.

"More than one?"

Ronan's expression shifted slightly. "What do you mean?"

Anglie didn't explain, but just smiled at him, "Juventus is your opponent. You'll find out what tricks they have up their sleeves sooner or later."

I need to make myself stronger, so I don't die at that guy's hands.

Even now, I still hope that I will be the one to reap the rewards of your love, my dear Ronan.

Anglie's figure faded into the shadows cast by the torches. Ronan frowned and couldn't help but ask, "What is the power of the Rule Domain?"

"You should ask that old guy hidden inside your body about this problem; he'll definitely give you the perfect answer."

Oh, if you're having a bad relationship with him and want to get rid of him, feel free to come to me anytime. I'm definitely more experienced than you in dealing with those annoying parasitic spirits…”

As he spoke, Anglie's figure faded and disappeared completely, leaving only Ronan in the empty hall, with only the faint crackling sound of burning torches.

Arahaban?!
Ronan looked slightly taken aback.

Yes, he did overlook that; he rarely talked to Arajan about the battle.

Unexpectedly, Anglie was able to sense Arajan's presence.
Ronan stood alone in the swaying light and shadow, reflecting on his recent battle with Anglie.

He didn't go all out in that battle, and Anglie probably did too. Compared to when they last met, Anglie's strength has increased significantly.

The power he used was no longer the ancient Fallen Raven power he had used during the Southern Herams Prodigy Contest. A different, mysterious, and powerful bloodline flowed within him, at least at the ancient level, or even the primordial level.
However, even the mighty and proud Angre still acknowledges Juventus' status as the number one team under the Twilight. Juventus, having collected all eight pieces of the Archon set from Herams, has now reached what level?
What powerful means does Juventus possess besides the Archon set, as Angrele mentioned?
Ronan's mind raced with thoughts, and after a moment, he left expressionlessly.

Atop the mountain peak, a strong wind howled.

Ronan and Serena stood side by side on the summit, gazing at the sky to the north of the plain.

The sky there was filled with the glow of dawn, but it did not bring any beauty to people. Instead, it presented various murky and turbid shapes and colors, like floating debris that had been forgotten and sunk in a water bottle for many years.

What is the sky like in Central?

Ronan spoke in a low voice.

Serena replied, "My father once visited Central before he died. He said that the sun, moon and stars were different in every place there. He couldn't describe it accurately and didn't want to stay too long. In the end, he returned to Sheung Wan."

Ronan understood the deeper meaning in Serena's words, turned to look at her, and asked with a strange light in his eyes: "Is this your intention, or does it represent the will of the Black Witch King?"

Serena calmly met his gaze. "Under the watchful eyes of the Ancient Witches' Resurrection Society, even the Black Witch King cannot send anyone from the Upper Rings to the Lower Rings."

Ronan was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter.

It turns out that the Black Witch King never intended to escape with everyone; during that conversation, he was just deliberately testing him.

Yes, as a level seven wizard, how could one choose to run away when forced by their rebellious offspring?

Moreover, he is the Black Witch King, and he has never been a compassionate and benevolent figure. Even if everyone were presented with the choice between fighting or fleeing, Ronan believed that the Black Witch King would rather drag everyone down with him.

Then there's nothing more to hesitate about.

Ronan shook his head and said, "I'm going somewhere next. Contact me as soon as you're ready."

As he spoke, Ronan took out a dark gold coin and handed it to Serena.

The design of this gold coin is similar to the ancient gold coins in the treasure trove of the goblin thieves, but it has no patterns on it. It is made of titanium and has Ronan's soul imprint on it. Once the soul imprint is erased, he can sense it no matter how far away he is.

Serena put away the gold coins and nodded. "I will gather the wizards of the alliance as soon as possible to convey your and the Black Witch King's wishes and prepare for the final battle."

"There will likely be people who are unhappy with this decision."

"No matter what decision I make, there will be people who are dissatisfied. I just need the people who stay to carry it out faithfully."

Ronan saw the beginnings of a leader or king in Serena's indifferent and resolute eyes, and suddenly felt a strange sense of emotion. In the nine years he had been "absent" from Sheung Wan, Serena must have experienced far more than he had imagined.

There was no special farewell between the two; Ronan began to call out to Oris.

As the shadow of the ancient thunder eagle appeared on the murky sky, Serena spoke softly, "I never thought we'd have another chance to stand side by side, Ronan."

Serena called Ronan by his name instead of his usual Golden Dawn.

Ronan said calmly, "There are many unexpected things, just like... no one could have imagined that you would be the one to emerge victorious in this struggle for the crown prince position."

"This isn't the end yet..."

Serena lowered her gaze slightly and suddenly said out of the blue, "I suspect that Grace is the reincarnation of one of the scattered fragments of the ancestor's soul, which is why there is an incredible connection between her soul and her life armor."
"Yes, you should know what I mean."

Serena looked up at Ronan.

"I will also often think of her."

At this moment, Ronan was already standing on the back of the ancient thunder eagle, the wind blowing his robes and long hair, and a momentary gentleness flashed in his eyes.

Then, turning around, the Thunder Eagle flapped its wings, and the two of them vanished in a dazzling bolt of lightning.

Serena watched the lightning disappear completely from her sight, a complex emotion flickering in her beautiful eyes, which she quickly suppressed.

She turned around, her beautiful face once again displaying indifference and authority, and walked steadily down the mountain step by step.

"I know a way."

On the back of the ancient thunder eagle, Arajan and Ronan were communicating with each other.

"It can open the entrance to Central Ring Road without being noticed by most people. However, it requires the full cooperation of a level seven wizard, and only you can enter."

Ronan sat on the golden throne that the prophet Eve had personally crafted for him, his fingers lightly touching the throne's cold, hard armrests.

After a moment of silence, he spoke softly: "Arajan, forty years ago, when I was still an apprentice, I experienced a period of escape."

"You know what I've always been pursuing."

Now that something similar has happened again, if I still choose to run away, I don't know what the meaning of everything I've experienced in the past forty years would be.

Forty years

Alazan sighed, "You've grown to this level in just forty years, Damian. You could very well have a future a hundred times brighter than mine."

"Let's talk about something else meaningful."

Ronan shook his head firmly, ending the discussion with Alazan on this issue, and said, "I've been meaning to ask you about things related to the rules."

"The realm of rules?"

After a moment's thought, Arajan replied, "When a wizard cultivates a spell to the point where it gives rise to a forbidden domain, that's when they begin to come into contact with the power of the laws of nature."

"I know that."

"At this stage, ancient wizards divided it into four levels based on the extent to which the wizards mastered the power of rules: rule comprehension, rule mastery, rule perfection, and rule domain."

The realm of rules is the cradle of laws, and generally only wizards of level seven or above are qualified to access it.

Your fusion of ice and fire magic has produced some incredible and wondrous reactions, prematurely creating a power effect similar to that of a domain of rules.

"Is that so?"

Ronan seemed to be deep in thought.

He checked his character panel, and if Arajan's description was correct, then...

The comprehension of rules, the mastery of rules, and the perfection of rules should correspond to the master level of 1,000, 2,000, and 3,000 proficiency points, respectively, just like the three stages of resonance in the transcendent law domain stage, which correspond to the master level of 500, 1,000, and 1,500 proficiency points, respectively.

As for the realm of rules, it is most likely between the Grandmaster level of 3,000 proficiency points and the Grandmaster level of 3,200 perfect proficiency points.

Ronan has now successfully entered the Grandmaster level of magic, and the one with the highest proficiency is [Forbidden Black Hole], but even that Grandmaster level proficiency is only a little over two hundred points.

In theory, he hadn't even reached the level of "comprehension of rules," but in reality, through the fusion of various spells and the enhancement of his bloodline, he had mastered more than one method of rule control.

The importance of bloodline to a wizard is evident.

"Even the power of the rules is not enough to qualify me to face a level seven wizard."

Ronan muttered to himself.

"of course."

Arajan replied, "A perfect understanding of the rules of a spell is one of the necessary conditions for a wizard to advance to the seventh level."

Not every level seven person reaches the realm of rules, but you're only level five. This advantage isn't enough to bridge the huge gap between you.

Ronan didn't speak. With Anglie's reminder earlier, he now regarded Juventus as an ordinary level seven wizard in his mind.

Perhaps Juventus' strength is far from reaching level seven, but as Angre said, he possesses more than one powerful method that can rival level seven.

This is also the reason why Anglie acknowledges Juventus' status as the number one player under the Twilight of the Seventh Level on the Upper Continent.

Just then, Ronan's eyes suddenly flashed.

He rose from his golden throne, his eyes fixed in a certain direction. Connecting his thoughts with Oris, he quickly said, "Oris, let's go for a walk over there!"

"This is really not a good idea."

Orris muttered something, but quickly changed the subject: "But whatever you want, brother."

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