Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 462 The final battle begins

A silent corridor, a place devoid of sound.

Countless musical note-shaped runes, like sparkling seashells under the sunlight, surged and rolled back and forth in waves, propelled by the tides of energy.

At the very center of these countless runes, a tall and slender figure sat quietly cross-legged.

In a sudden moment, the figure opened his eyes, and seven complex and profound sound runes emanating from his mouth emitted a prismatic light.

He rose from the runic tide, shaking off the crystalline substance covering his body.

"How much time has passed?"

Ronan muttered to himself as he absorbed the vast amount of knowledge about sound-based magic that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

He inherited all seven sound runes that represent the core heritage of Guyindo. Now, he can be said to be the sole inheritor of Guyindo's will. If Ronan is willing, he can create a school of sound magic at any time.

Of course, before the problem of the loss of voice is completely resolved, doing so will most likely still not avoid the same fate of destruction as Gu Yinduo.

Ronan checked his character panel and calculated that about half a year had passed since he entered this land of silence.

In the past six months, he has comprehended about two-thirds of the first of the seven core inherited runes of Gu Yinduo.

"That should be fine."

As Ronan thought about it, he naturally entered the state of [Ancient Demon Body].

Amidst the sounds of bones being swallowed and flesh tearing and growing, Ronan's originally upright body rapidly grew taller, becoming strong and imposing.

When the demonic body, which was over three meters tall and nearly four meters high, was fully unfurled, the dark red Dead Sea silently appeared beneath his feet.

Ronan lowered his gaze, and all the glowing sound runes around him surged toward him at that moment.

The fluctuations of the music seemed to resonate strangely with the Dead Sea, causing the still Dead Sea to ripple slightly, with ripples spreading across its surface.

Within each ripple, dark red threads of spiritual energy swayed and grew.

Ronan gradually builds his own Conch Palace amidst the surge of sound waves.

Nineteen layers, twentieth layers, twenty-one layers.
Nine years ago, his [Spiral Palace] had already been built to the eighteenth level. Nine years of lava tempering in the Realm of Departure Fire, as well as the fusion of the bloodlines of the Phoenix and the Primordial Frost Whale, had increased the strength of his physical body by more than several times.

The continuous rise of [Luogong] now seems as easy and natural as water flowing into a channel.

As time went by, more and more dark red threads grew on the Dead Sea, and Ronan's demonic body became increasingly imposing.

The bloodstains on the "Innocent Body" showed signs of merging and piecing together during this process, like a broken ancient totem slowly being reassembled.

A faint dark red halo emanated from Ronan's skin. As the [Spiral Palace] continued to rise and the threads of his aura increased, this halo gradually expanded, eventually forming a dense dark red circle, much like the gravitational halo surrounding a meteorite. The surrounding void and the Dead Sea twisted and collapsed.

"Click——"

When the [Spiral Palace] grew to its thirty-second level, Ronan's demonic body also officially broke through the five-meter mark.

He opened his eyes amidst a thick, dark red aura, and a terrifying aura instantly swept away everything around him. His body was covered in streaks of blood, and he resembled an ancient and terrifying flesh-and-blood mech awakening from its slumber.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled softly, spitting out another rune from his mouth.

Unlike the seven prismatic runes that always surround it, this rune is a deep, obscure black.

This is the second half of the [Snail Palace]. It is the other half of the rune that Ronan obtained from the comb-bone conch. It is also related to sound magic and was named [Sound of Annihilation] by him.

When the [Voice of Annihilation] rune appeared, it disappeared into Ronan's brow along with the seven prismatic runes.

In his eyes, countless lines of light seemed to be rapidly recombining, and a brand new rune was being born.

The sound waves that surrounded Ronan were all swallowed up by the Dead Sea beneath his feet.

In an instant, countless strands of spiritual energy growing on the Dead Sea began to converge upwards in one direction. Titanium also flowed out from under Ronan, and together with the strands of spiritual energy, they faintly wove the outline of a huge object in mid-air.

Ronan squinted as he stared at the massive object taking shape, his emotions churning like the Dead Sea at that moment.

From the moment he came into contact with the seven core runes of the Ancient Ones, Ronan already knew the true purpose of the prophet Eve bringing him here.

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The way to channel the power of the Dead Sea is also through sound, just like the secret technique he initially comprehended—[The Lament of the Dead Sea of ​​Mara].

He knew this a long time ago, but he had never had the time to carefully study and explore it.

The prophet Eve pointed him to a shortcut: the legacy of Guindo, which would become a powerful key for Ronan to officially unlock the power of the Dead Sea!

As time went on, a clock made of titanium and spirit wire finally took shape.

Its dark gold color resembles that of titanium, and its overall shape is like an inverted water droplet.

The edge of the bell mouth is sharp and serrated, and three overlapping withered finger bones are tightly interlocked at the bell knob. The links are engraved with deep red runes that resemble the names of the dead.

Twisted thorns form the support structure of the entire bell, and a misty red light wraps around the bell, like a blood-stained shroud.

Countless dark red lights flowed across the bell, coalescing on its surface into twisted, agonizing, and wailing faces of despair.
"It's done."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and a new rune, resembling the [Sound of Annihilation] yet incorporating elements of the ancient Yinduo's heritage, flashed and disappeared deep within his pupils.

His flesh-and-blood mecha-like demonic body suddenly rose from the churning Dead Sea, instantly arriving before the death knell, and then delivered a powerful punch to its surface.

The inverted teardrop-shaped funeral bell swayed slightly, without making a sound.

The next second, a dense, almost tangible, deep red halo suddenly expanded out.

In an instant, without a sound.

In this deserted, silent land, a destructive force erupted.

The crimson halo expanded rapidly, unleashing a devastating sonic boom that obliterated everything in its path, reducing all things to ashes.
The dark, murky sky was torn apart by purple light, revealing a shadow deeper than the night.

Anglie's figure tumbled out of the shadows, the torn shadows returning to his robes like a cloak.

"Cough-cough-"

Anglie coughed lightly twice, and an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face.

He squinted and gazed into the distance, where countless purple lights shot out like sharp blades, as if a deep purple star was rising rapidly.

The terrifying power spread out rapidly like a storm, dispersing the turbidity in the sky, like a blooming, all-purifying purple mushroom cloud.

“Shit.”

Anglie smacked his lips and spat out a mouthful of saliva, seemingly quite disdainful of the being within the purple light.

He turned and gazed in a certain direction, murmuring softly, "Ronan, it's up to you now..."

Having said that, Anglie transformed into a beam of black light and vanished into the sky in an instant. The deep purple mushroom cloud slowly dispersed, and a figure emerged from the intense purple light that swirled like a nebula.

The figure's features were indistinct, but one could discern a pair of deep, bright eyes, as vast as the starry sky.

The owner of the eyes glanced in the direction Anglie had left, then looked away.

He looked down at his right hand, where countless purple lights flickered and disappeared, as if a small piece of the Milky Way had been condensed.

"All laws return to the same principle."

Cersei, I will bring them all to be with you.

The figure took a step forward, and endless purple light burst forth from his body. Wherever the purple light passed, the murky mist and monsters that lingered in the sky melted away.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Please, Serena, no matter what, I'm still your brother.

Amidst the ruins, a middle-aged man with a full head of blond hair knelt on the ground like a dog, pleading incessantly.

Suddenly, a spear that looked as if it were carved from an emerald rapidly magnified in his eyes.

The man trembled, and before he could react, a spear pierced his forehead.

He stood frozen in place, his lips twitching, his eyes filled with intense resentment and malice.

"You jerk"

"Pfft-"

The emerald spear was pulled from the man's head, bringing with it a spray of murky, viscous fluid.

A distorted soul screamed as it was torn apart by the arc of light that splattered from the spear. Serena grabbed the spear and casually wiped the tip of it against the man's corpse.

All around her were the corpses of wizards and monsters, frozen or torn apart by green crystals.

Serena was also covered in wounds; her long hair was soaked with sweat, her armor was covered with scratches from spells and weapons, and her cloak was tattered like a broken flag, but her eyes were calmer and more determined than ever before.

Serena wiped the spear clean, then gently removed a cross-shaped platinum pendant from her neck.

She closed her eyes, stared silently at the man's corpse for a few seconds, then used the sharp edge of the pendant to cut her palm, splattering the pendant and her blood onto the man's body.

In an instant, the man's magnificent armor began to glow, then disintegrated piece by piece, turning into streaks of platinum light that entered Serena's body.

With the infusion of this power, the damaged parts of Serena's armor quickly repaired themselves, and the patterns and runes on it began to develop in a more complex and advanced direction.

Her figure gradually floated off the ground, her whole body enveloped in a transparent and holy green light, within which the phantom of the World Tree seemed to be constantly growing.

This process continued until Serena, bathed in green light, was "awakened" by a fluctuation.

She suddenly opened her eyes and slowly extinguished the faint light flickering on the surface of a communication stone in her hand.

Has it started?

Serena muttered to herself, and the next second, she transformed into a deep green shooting star, shooting rapidly into the sky and disappearing from sight.

At the edge of the massive canyon, the power of magic drew the rocks to form towering walls. Floating airships, shimmering with runic light, swam like schools of fish high above the battlefield. Countless deformed and hideous monsters surged forth from the sky and the canyon's fissures like a tide, relentlessly rushing towards the edge of those high walls.

The chanting of incantations mingled with the deafening roar of explosions, the airship hummed and vibrated, and streaks of light of various colors raged across the sky, showering down wave after wave of blood and flesh.

Groups of black-robed figures, their faces obscured, lurked within the sea of ​​monsters. Wherever they gathered, a nest-like sac, resembling a giant spore, sat nearby. These strange sacs were like tireless monster-making machines.

With the constant chanting of these black-robed figures and the input of various flesh and blood materials, a continuous stream of monsters with membranous wings and bat-like shapes, multi-headed flying lizards with one horn, and strange black moths sprang out, constantly expanding the size of the entire monster army.

"Boom!"

Across the canyon, a magical wall suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, countless ferocious monsters swarmed forward, instantly unleashing a storm of blood and screams.

A barrage of spells, each shimmering with a different color, rained down upon them, tearing countless monsters to shreds. Yet, they could not stop the breach in the defensive line from being mercilessly opened and magnified.

Just then, a giant treant with countless golden tentacles suddenly appeared from behind the defensive line.

Its massive body, like a thick golden wall, firmly blocked the gap in the defense line. Every tentacle on its body, when it moved, could stir up a violently turbulent magical ripple, tearing apart and crushing countless monsters wherever it passed.

"The Tree of Abundance!"

"It is Lord Dorin, the Tree of Abundance!"

With the defenses restored, the surviving wizards cheered excitedly.

Beneath the enormous golden treant form, a figure gradually emerged.

He was an old man dressed in a magnificent white-gold robe, with a gold hair ring on his head, and holding a golden tree root staff. He exuded a sense of nobility and majesty, as if he had long held a high position.

The old man's appearance stabilized the precarious situation, and the horn of counterattack sounded on every city wall. Under the torrential rain of spells, the monster hordes in the sky and on the ground were quickly wiped out, and one lair after another was destroyed. The Alliance wizards were showing signs of a counterattack.

Just when the situation was looking very promising and some people couldn't help but cheer for victory in advance, suddenly, a silvery-white jagged horizontal line appeared in the sky for no apparent reason.

The horizontal line extended rapidly, and many people noticed this strange phenomenon.

When the serrated horizontal line extended to almost two-thirds of the length of the defensive line, the expression of Dorin, the gorgeously dressed wizard who had appeared earlier and turned the tide, suddenly changed drastically.

"not good!"

His lips trembled as he rapidly chanted the incantation.

But before a complete spell could be cast, the strange horizontal line quickly spread out to the top and bottom.

In an instant, an indescribably terrifying maw appeared out of nowhere between heaven and earth.

"Click——"

With just one bite, the enormous golden treant avatar that stretched across the canyon ceiling, along with the magnificent wizard Dorin, were swallowed whole.

Only two bloody calves remained, standing in their original positions.

"Crack!"

The giant mouth opened and closed again, devouring the remaining leg as well. Then, it took several more bites, as if eating a biscuit, and gnawed at the city wall several times, instantly shattering the entire solid defense line.

Amidst the shocked and astonished gazes of numerous wizards, the lurking monster horde returned, tearing apart the massive defensive line in the blink of an eye before quickly engulfing it.

Amidst the crashing spellships, collapsing rune towers, the explosions of spells, and the screams of the dying, a figure silently appeared in the sky.

With a bald head, red eyes, and silver dragon tattoos on his neck and cheeks, Golini wiped his mouth with satisfaction while muttering to himself, "Cooperating with this group of lunatics was definitely the wisest decision I've ever made."

Following the established steps won't allow you to recover to level seven so quickly.

Next, I'll eat a few more level seven items, and then I can try to retrieve the other sealed body parts one by one.

After saying this, Gollini let out a short, satisfying burp, and then hurried off in one direction, completely content.

(End of this chapter)