Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 461 The Musical Demon God, the Inheritance of Ancient Sounds
Every face that has lost its voice tells a story of the glorious past of ancient music.

In an era when elemental magic was the mainstream, countless wizards gathered here. They were inspired by the sounds of nature and explored new paths in spell pronunciation, creating an unprecedented school of sound-based magic.

The wizards of Guyinduo once built a crystal tower shaped like a tuning fork here, using solidified sound waves to forge a long ladder to the sky.

The high notes are like bees and butterflies dancing, while the low notes are like giant pythons swimming in the sky.

They chanted the first notes at dawn, the prism scales melting the morning light and transforming into rainbows.

They played the final note at dusk, the fugue's shadows predicting good and bad fortune.
Everything was developing in a direction of greater prosperity and flourishing, until one day, disaster struck!

The sudden, sharp sound in his mind made Ronan tense up, and all the beauty he saw shattered like a mirror.

He saw a huge, tall, silver-white figure with four hands and four fingers descend without warning.

The silver shadow, its body flowing with black musical notes, emerged from a massive black hole in the sky. Every ancient wizard who saw it went mad, transforming into the likeness of the sculptures Ronan had seen along his journey.

He tore off his own throat, ripped open his own chest, pounded his ribs, and used his skin as a drum.
The beauty of the first half and the bloodshed and tragedy of the second half form an extremely strong contrast. Ronan watched helplessly as Guyinduo was destroyed and collapsed overnight.

This was a brutal massacre from the Hell of Sound. The silvery-white shadow descending from the void seemed to possess the power to control all laws of sound. It stripped all the ancient sorcerers of their ability to speak until the last ancient sorcerer died silently in utter despair and agony, at which point the silvery-white shadow slowly vanished into the void.
All the images in his mind vanished, and Ronan stared blankly at the hunched, glowing figure huddled on the ground with its hands clasped around its knees.

An unprecedented sadness slowly welled up from the depths of his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to feel the loneliness and helplessness wrapped in the other person's deformed and terrifying form, and the anger and sorrow flowing from the empty eye sockets formed by the countless missing voices and tongues.

It is the collection of the resentment of countless ancient sorcerers before their deaths, wandering here for countless years, searching for their lost voices again and again.

“Maka... Xiu.”

“Maka... Xiu.”

The glowing figure's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if it wanted to say something to Ronan.

One indistinct syllable after another echoed in Ronan's mind.

Ronan suddenly realized that the luminous figure was perhaps telling him the name of the silvery-white figure that had destroyed Guyindo.

"What exactly is it? And why is it doing this to you?"

The luminous figure opened its mouth and uttered difficult words.

"The Abyss. God."

"Perhaps it is a demon god in the abyss who rules over music."

Arahan whispered in Ronan's ear, revealing his conjecture: "The path the ancient wizards explored touched upon His taboos, possibly stealing a portion of His power, thus attracting His will to descend and destroy the entire ancient kingdom."

"The Musical Demon..."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth slightly, "Power, so what exactly is power?"

"That's a realm that only those above level nine have the opportunity to access, so I don't know either."

Arajan shook his head, “But I have read several books that have been passed down from the time of mythology and learned that gods are called gods because they hold authority.”

Power is an extension of authority and a standard for measuring the strength of a deity.

When power is stolen and strength is diminished, it will naturally enrage them.

"Conflicts of faith, conflicts of power, and battles between gods are mostly due to these two reasons."

"call--"

Ronan exhaled softly, then looked at the huge, luminous figure before him, which was silently watching him.

Ronan read something in the other person's eyes.

"You want me to reclaim the voices that He took from you?"

Ronan murmured.

The glowing figure sobbed silently, as if in response.

Ronan hesitated, then finally shook his head.

"I can't guarantee it, I might not be able to do it."

Upon hearing Ronan's reply, the luminous figure swayed as it stood up.

Every face on its body showed a sorrowful expression as it gazed sadly at the sky, at the spot where that silvery-white shadow had once appeared.

At some point, the figure silently disintegrated.

In the flowing gray fog, the frozen statues also collapsed and turned to sand at the same time.
Among those faces that melted like wax, seven runes, shimmering with iridescent light and shaped like musical notes, appeared.

In this void, countless suspended, still runes simultaneously began to rotate.

All the runes converged on Ronan, like a beautiful and melodious river of sound, flowing slowly around him.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to hear the most beautiful and moving sound in the world.

The sound was like the chanting of a spell, or like the chorus of countless people singing in unison.

"Many ancient pronunciations"

Ronan reached out and gently touched a shimmering, iridescent sound rune before him. A profound sense of mystery, rooted in the ancient Yinduo magic tradition, flowed into his mind.

"The Demon God of Abyss Melodies..."

Ronan repeated the syllables "Makashu" as he sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and his tall and slender body was quickly submerged by countless sound runes.

"Pfft-"

Adam, clad in platinum armor, swiftly pulled the rune-infused lance from the body of a black-robed wizard before him.

Beneath the torn black robe, a strange and ugly face was revealed, half covered in lizard scales and the other half in fur.

A soul struggled to break free from the corpse, but was quickly consumed by pure white flames.

Adam glanced with disgust at the other's corpse, which was gradually turning into charcoal in the flames, then raised his head and looked ahead.

A pure white phantom of a sanctuary loomed behind Adam, and beneath it, a pure white elephant swayed its trunk and roared.

The unicorn's wings fluttered, and white flames burned fiercely, making Adam appear even more sacred and heroic.

Adam was in the midst of a fierce battle – countless winged monsters swarmed in from all directions like locusts, almost obscuring half the sky, led by some black-robed wizards from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, who were full of evil aura.

Their sphere of influence is shrinking and is showing signs of becoming unsustainable.

"Bam—"

A huge burst of blood erupted from the distant battle, engulfing numerous monsters and several black-robed figures before they could even utter a sound.

The blooming blood flowers then subsided, revealing a figure that flew rapidly toward Adam's location.

He was a handsome young man with fair skin and an unusually rosy complexion.

The boy wore an ancient-style black armor, the blood-red patterns on the armor connected to his skin, like blood flowing constantly.

In the blink of an eye, the boy was in front of Adam, his pure white eyes, almost without pupils, staring straight at Adam's back, exuding an indescribable evil and eerie aura.

"It seems your strength has indeed improved considerably during this time; you've even incorporated the secret techniques of the former First Legion of Tangista into your own spell system..."

The boy licked his lips with his tongue, like a bloodthirsty beast locking onto its prey. "I really want to have a fight with you."

"You will get what you want."

Adam looked at the boy in front of him and said calmly, "But not now, Rufus."

He was once the first wizarding genius of the Southern Crimson Tower, who practiced ancient blood magic, but was narrowly defeated by Evaque in the Battle of the Herams. Unexpectedly, he has come all the way to where he is now, and has even reached a level that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Adam.

Actually, I'm more interested in that woman than you.

Rufus shifted his gaze from Adam to a spot on the fierce battlefield.

There, countless blue magical ripples shimmered, and a woman wearing a white lace-trimmed wizard's hat charged through a horde of black-robed monsters, protected by dozens of fifth-tier water elementals. Her shrill laughter could be heard even from a great distance. The dozens of water elementals formed a subtle array around her, occasionally combining their power to create a colossal water giant tens of meters tall, displaying a terrifying power somewhat resembling that of a sixth-tier wizard's elemental avatar.

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible, if you don't want to die."

Adam warned Rufus with a serious expression: "Ms. Hathaway is a member of the Golden Dawn. Whether she uses her power or her background, killing you will be no easier than crushing an ant."

And no matter how much Princess Serena values ​​you now, she will not stand in the slightest for you.”

Rufus's face stiffened upon hearing this, and he murmured the name in a low voice with a mixture of awe and resentment: "Golden Dawn".
"It is said that you met him once, Adam."

Adam nodded and was about to speak when a rapid and high-pitched horn sounded behind them.

"This place cannot be defended. The princess orders everyone to activate the magic array and leave!"

The two men tensed up, exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously retreated quickly downwards.

Like them, all the wizards who were fighting retreated quickly, and the already strained defensive line contracted rapidly.

With no obstacles left to stand in their way, the ancient witch resurrection society's wizards and monsters surged forth like a black tide, instantly obscuring the entire sky.

Adam, Rufus, and a group of Alliance wizards waiting to evacuate stood inside the slowly activating teleportation array, watching this scene through the array's dim light.

Everyone remained silent, and an unspeakable heaviness arose in everyone's heart.

The demonic tide unleashed by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society spread rapidly across the land like a plague, unstoppable.

No one knows how much longer they can hold out, nor does anyone know if there will truly be a glimmer of hope at the end of this battle.

"are you sure?"

Serena stood on the cliff peak, her pale gold cloak cascading down to the verdant grass at her feet. The sun rose before her, and the morning light bathed her in a soft golden glow, making her resemble a magnificent and noble sculpture.

"confirmed."

The silver-haired witch stood behind her with her head bowed, reporting, "That guy isn't actually popular under the White Witch King's influence; he's always been excluded from the inner circle. This time, he seems completely disheartened."

"The White Witch King wanted to use him to control the entire Empire of Life, but he failed."

Once someone has no further use, who would care about a good-for-nothing idiot?

Serena stretched out her hand, the emerald nails on her arm trembling with a soft rustling sound like grass. "I'm going to take a look. While I'm gone, you and Dorin will be in charge of things here. Let me know immediately if anything happens."

"Your Highness."

The silver-haired witch hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't think you need to take this risk. It might be a trap, or perhaps... the last set of armor wasn't even on that guy."

"It's not just about replenishing our armaments."

Serena gently stroked the intricate patterns on her breastplate, as if her fingers were lightly brushing against blades of grass. "The tainted Alba bloodline should not be left outside, nor should it exist in this world any longer."

If we lose this battle, then let Alba become history.

As she spoke, Serena took a light step into the morning light, her entire being transforming into a lush, verdant green light that quickly melted into the brilliant sunshine.

Beneath the murky, dark sky, countless humanoid monsters with black membranous wings and gaping mouths reaching their ears hovered and swam in the low air like a swarm of hungry bats.

They repeatedly charged toward a single location, only to be torn apart and crushed into dust by an invisible force halfway there, turning into a shower of bloody foam that fell from the sky.

At the center of the rain of blood and foam was a near-vacuum zone, where a gaunt old man with a thick blanket covering his knees floated in mid-air.

A faint smile played on his lips, his cloudy eyes gazing into the deepest, thickest part of the murky darkness ahead, his lips moving as if he were in conversation with someone.

In the distance, two figures were quietly observing this scene.

"What is this old guy testing?"

Anglie squinted at the figure of the Black Witch King in his field of vision and said, "Isn't he afraid that the people inside will suddenly rush out and send him away?"

"He is smarter than anyone else."

Narros said calmly, "He knows that the White Witch King and the others will not show up no matter what, and he also knows that I am right here."

"really."

Anglie shrugged. "I almost forgot, the White Witch King didn't even make a sound when his daughter died. He must be at a critical juncture in overcoming his declining health."

"He didn't want the people inside to succeed, but he couldn't do anything to actually hinder them, so this was all he could do..."

"If you two charged into their lair together right now, wouldn't this battle be over sooner?"

Anglie suddenly said, half-jokingly.

Narros's answer was quite serious: "Possibly."

But neither I nor the Black Witch King are willing or able to take that risk.

"

Anglie thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "If Damian is defeated in the level six battlefield, you and the Black Witch King should both choose to stop and withdraw without hesitation, right?"

Narros calmly replied, "I only agreed to help, but there is absolutely no way I would risk my life."

"Yes."

Anglie sighed with emotion, "That idiot Damian, since he had already decided to ask you for help, why didn't he just say a few words and have you send him away, far away from here?"

Even if he wanted to avenge his poor, phoenix-like girlfriend, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

With his nine-star primordial spirit, how many of those guys opposite him will be qualified to be his opponents in the future?
Stupid, absolutely stupid.

Narros looked at Angeli without speaking, gesturing as if listening.

"but.."

Anglie's muttering suddenly slowed, and he whispered, "That's exactly what I admire about him."
This guy always does these pointless and incredibly stupid things.

He was surrounded by burdens, yet he couldn't bear to discard any of them; he could have walked faster, but he always stopped for irrelevant people.

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning in his match against Juventus?"

Narros suddenly interrupted.

It doesn't matter who it is.

Anglie shook his head and said, "Even if Juventus wins, in my eyes they are still just a pathetic clown."

But Damian, I would be sad if he died.

A hundred years from now, they will remember to come back and clean his tombstone.

Anglie suddenly stopped speaking and started walking forward.

Narros frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

"I should do something."

Anglie twisted his neck, making a stretching motion, and then flew quickly forward with a casual expression.

"While Ronan's away, we can't let certain people have it too easy..."

As he spoke, Anglie's figure quickly turned into a shadow in mid-air.

The shadow rapidly expanded, transforming in an instant into a gigantic dragon silhouette.

The black dragon spread its wings, clearing away the dense humanoid bat monsters along its path as quickly as harvesting wheat, tearing through the thick, murky sky ahead, and finally swooping down on an area filled with dark purple.

"boom!"

Two forces below level seven collided violently, unleashing a terrifying energy storm.

In the distance, the Black Witch King, who was still incessantly mocking and cursing, was slightly taken aback when he saw this scene, and then the smile on his face became even wider.

He chuckled softly, then raised his hand and summoned a massive energy sphere, the size of a meteorite, which he forcefully flung forward.
(End of this chapter)