Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 463 Battlefield
On the boundless wilderness, the wind, like a low horn, swept across the wild grass, stirring up dust, which was then shattered heavily beneath pairs of iron boots.

Tens of thousands of wizards clad in armor and robes stood silently beneath the leaden sky.

The tips of their weapons and staffs were deeply embedded in the earth, and the crystals embedded at the top of the staffs hummed and vibrated, resonating with each other to form a magnificent and silent sea of ​​ethereal blue light.

Serena stood on the back of a six-legged dragon, a dark gold coin flipping back and forth between the five fingers of her right hand.

Serena looked down at the figures dressed in robes of various colors in the array below.

Some of them were old, while others were still very young. Their lips trembled slightly, as if they were still practicing spells they had not yet mastered.

Each of them had a tense face, a solemn expression, and an intense, unyielding gravity in their eyes.

Five enormous, silver, streamlined, tubular, luminous objects were suspended above the array by a magic airship shaped like a lone falcon. Hundreds or even thousands of silver threads hung from each of the giant silver tubes, and each silver thread was connected to a wizard whose strength was at least at the third level.

This is a super-magical cannon created by the combined efforts of all the alchemists of the three great empires. It is said that the inventor was a wizard named Urban several centuries ago. With his full power, regardless of the cost, each of these magical cannons can pose a certain threat to a level seven wizard.

Of course, in order to rush to produce these five super-magical giant cannons in just over a year, the treasures of the Alba royal family's more than one hundred treasuries were almost completely emptied.
Serena's gaze swept past the silver light shimmering on the surface of the magic cannon and then turned to the distant sky.

The sky there has a peculiar, colorful swirling shape, with flowing rivers of rocks on the ground below, and the surrounding sky is gray and gloomy, as if an invisible blackness is gradually infiltrating it.

The sunken eye.

This battlefield is less than a hundred miles away from the Sunken Eye, which is located in the very center of the entire Upper Ring Continent.

Today, the vast majority of wizards gathered here believe a lie woven for them by Serena—that after their final battle with the Ancient Witches' Resurrection Society, if they are defeated, the survivors can escape to Central through the Sunken Eye, and one day, they may have the opportunity to return to Sheung Wan.

This was an absolutely daring move. Once the lie was exposed, she—Serena Alba—would bear the infamy for all time, and future generations might label her with evil names such as "incompetent queen" and "deceitful ruler."

But so what? Anyway, she'll never have the chance to see or endure that hatred and contempt again.

The sound of incantations filled the air, and halos of light of various sizes spread out from the array, as the fellow wizards began to bless each other with spells.

Unusual disturbances began to appear in the sky around the wilderness. Dense blackness, like smoke and mist, rushed in from the sky, swallowing up the light piece by piece.

Upon closer inspection, one would discover that this black mist was actually composed of countless tiny black dots, each dot representing a deformed and ferocious monster. The sheer number of these dots was enough to send chills down the spines of all the wizards present, who had been mentally prepared for this battle.

"Elemental Pool ready!"

"Prepare the magic array!"

Serena's clear and powerful voice broke the silence, bringing everyone back from their brief daze.

The sea of ​​light above the array rapidly expanded, and the chanting of spells grew increasingly grand and dense. Around the array, one attack and defense array after another was activated, and from the elemental pools that had been set up long ago, a large number of elemental beings lined up and walked out from the energy pools.
Serena narrowed her eyes, her platinum cloak billowing behind her even without wind, and streams of rich, deep green energy emanated from her life armor.

"Your Highness."

A figure hurried up from behind and asked urgently, "That one?"

Serena looked down at a dark gold coin she held in her hand, and after a moment of silence, said calmly, "He will come."

He contacted me three days ago.

After saying that, Serena gripped the gold coin tightly, and the light of the top-grade emerald completely enveloped her. The six-legged dragon she sat on roared and flapped its wings to take off.

Behind her, a group of powerful wizards, each with a strength level of six, took to the air with her, while the muzzles of five super-magical cannons rotated slightly.

A desolate and distant horn sounded across the wilderness, and the light of magic gradually reached its peak.

The thick, black smoke that blotted out the sky was also approaching, and the hideous faces of the monsters could be seen with the naked eye.

As Serena rode on the back of the six-legged dragon, she squinted and raised her right arm. Just then, she saw several figures slowly appear in the monster tide that resembled a vast black sea.

The leader had seven strange and twisted black wings on his back and wore black and red armor engraved with multi-headed bird totems. Even though his face had been corrupted and transformed beyond recognition by some force, Serena recognized him at a glance.

"Lindis!"

Many years ago, Lindis had personally hunted her down; he was also the one who directly caused Garcia's death, and Serena had a deep impression of him.

But in Serena's memory, Lindis had always been only a level five wizard, while the person in front of her clearly exuded a terrifying aura that belonged to the dawn.

Before Serena could be shocked by the change in Lindis's appearance and strength, her eyes froze instantly when she saw the two people slowly walking out from behind Lindis.

"The esteemed new Queen of Alba."

Lindis's hoarse, low laughter pierced through the void and drifted from afar.

"You must be very familiar with these two people."

Serena gazed at the two people who bore a striking resemblance, yet whose eyes were equally empty and lifeless. These were once her closest confidantes, their eyes now as indifferent as hard stone.

She remained silent for a moment, then her raised right hand fell sharply into the air like a sharp blade.

An unparalleled, dazzling green light burst forth from her body, and within the light, a magnificent World Tree could be vaguely seen growing rapidly.

The bugle calls on the battlefield suddenly became more aggressive and high-pitched, and countless spells that had been brewing for a long time erupted at the same time.

The high-altitude gale brought Lindis's maniacal laughter, and figures shrouded in radiance rose into the air, accompanied by primordial spirit avatars that rose from the ground.

Just then, a deep purple sun leaped out from the surging tide of demons in the sky. From within the purple sun, countless amethyst-shaped energy chains shot out like giant pythons. In a single exchange, they pierced and tore apart the swaying, growing phantom of the World Tree and several newly formed primordial spirit avatars on the battlefield.
The six-legged dragon plummeted from the sky with a mournful cry. Before it even hit the ground, a three-headed monster with a lion's mane and ram's horns appeared with a low growl, darted over, tore it to pieces in a few swift movements, and swallowed it whole.

Serena and several level-six wizards fell from the sky while vomiting blood. At that moment, a horde of monsters in the distance dispersed rapidly like snow melting under the scorching sun, and a withered old man sitting in a rocking chair with a thick blanket under his knees flew out.

He squinted and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Juventus.

The terrifying deep purple sun seemed to pause for a moment, and the next second, a raging, bewitching black flame swept in to meet it.

"World-Destroying Weapon: Demon Phoenix!"

"Black Witch King, your opponent is me."

"roll!"

A huge rift suddenly appeared in the void of the sky, and Lindis and the Black Witch King, two terrifying figures belonging to the dawn, fell into it. Only the figure surrounded by endless purple light like a vast nebula remained in mid-air.

Serena reached out and forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes fierce. With a wave of her hand, a magnificent longbow rapidly sprouted from her hand like vines.

Surrounding the figure enveloped in purple light, mysterious black-robed figures belonging to the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society kept appearing. Serena fired an arrow as dazzling as a shooting star towards the purple sun.

She straightened up, a mysterious golden rune appearing between her brows. She released an unprecedentedly powerful aura, took a deep breath, and coldly declared with a resolute gaze: "Kill!"

In an instant, the battle erupted completely.

The sky and the earth seemed to meet at this moment, with two torrents, one dark and one bright, colliding violently.

Between heaven and earth, only the roar of spells and the chanting of incantations echoed continuously.
Ronan stood high in the sky amidst swirling clouds, his expression calm, as if waiting for something.

He watched as the setting sun was gradually swallowed by the distant mountains. Just as the last rays of the sunset were about to disappear, a cold wind accompanied by a chilling dragon's roar came from behind him.

Ronan turned around and saw the enormous ancient ice dragon breaking through layers of clouds and rapidly approaching. Just as it was about to reach him, the massive ice dragon suddenly exploded, and from the billowing ice mist that surged forth, two figures walked side by side toward him.

Elsa carefully helped an old woman with withered hair that reached the ground slowly walk to him.

Ronan took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and bowed to help the old woman.

An immense, invisible force lifted his arms first, and then the old woman walked up to Ronan and bowed deeply to him with almost pious reverence.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

His lips moved, and finally he whispered, "Thank you."

The old woman shook her head, a gentle smile appearing on her aged and withered face, and said in a hoarse voice, "To fight for our king is the greatest honor of your lives."

Ronan pursed his lips and remained silent.

At this moment, the old woman in front of them began to glow, and some fine ice crystals drifted down from her body and hair.

Her aged body shed itself swiftly like a cicada's molt, and in the blink of an eye, a completely transformed figure slowly emerged from the light.

She was so young and dignified, her beauty like the ever-blooming aurora borealis in the North. Both her temperament and appearance bore a striking resemblance to Elsa.

She smiled at Ronan, her light blue eyes as serene as a lake, and the sound she uttered was like shattered ice striking a crystal plate.

"My king, please come with me."

"Heaven and Earth Ice Spirits, heed my call!"

The woman chanted softly, and with a gentle grasp, a deep blue staff fell into her palm.

Deep blue icy rays converged at the point where her staff landed, opening a rift in the void, which she then strolled into.

Ronan and Elsa exchanged a glance and followed.

The three traversed a short yet seemingly endless passage, and upon seeing the light of day again, they were astonished to find themselves on the final battlefield, located at the edge of the sunken eye.

The roar of the magic cannons was like hundreds of thunderbolts crashing to the ground at the same time. Every second, a large number of monsters died, and wizards also perished.

Ronan saw a vast nebula raging across the battlefield, and sensed a familiar aura emanating from the flowing nebula. His eyes gradually turned cold.

At this moment, the beautiful woman who had led them here gently instructed Elsa, "...From now on, everything will be entrusted to you. Serve my king well for me."

Elsa bit her lower lip and nodded without saying a word.

After the beautiful woman finished speaking, she glanced at Ronan one last time, then lightly raised her staff and transformed into a streak of light, quickly disappearing into another battle group hidden in the void.

Before the spatial rift closed, Ronan seemed to vaguely see the majestic figure of the White Witch King slowly turning around.

Ronan and Elsa exchanged glances. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked up at a certain point in the sky above the battlefield, as if sensing something.

There, a group of figures stood silently.

"Looks like I'm the only one left to join."

Narros met Ronan's gaze from afar, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the Ghost Flower Society members behind him.

"You guys, from now on, just follow Anglie and do whatever you want."

The group of Ghost Flower Society wizards nodded respectfully. Narros turned his gaze to Anglie beside him, thought for a moment, and said, "Remember to remind him not to risk his life."

"You'd better say these things to him in person."

Anglie smiled and declined.

Narros shook his head and said nothing more.

His gaze instantly turned as still and indifferent as the Dead Sea. He casually looked up, and then his long, black hair, like perpetually wet seaweed, suddenly began to grow wildly.

Countless strands of black hair rapidly swirled towards a jagged silver streak that had silently appeared in the sky.

"Crackling——"

Amid a series of explosions, someone seemed to let out a shocked cry. The next second, Narros casually took a step forward.

His figure, along with the bald man who had fallen awkwardly from the silver marks, vanished without a trace.

Seeing Narros disappear, Anglie's smile vanished. He raised his hand, and the Ghost Flower Society wizards behind him seemed to receive some order, scattering and joining the battle below.

"call--"

Anglie exhaled deeply, his eyes fixed on the most dazzling purple mass on the battlefield. Slowly, his entire body melted away like a blot of ink.

"Boom——"

A deep purple-black energy sphere exploded, and the power generated by the explosion sliced ​​through everything in its path like a sharp blade.

Serena watched helplessly as two powerful wizards from the Alliance, whose strength had reached the mid-stage and late-stage of level six respectively, were silently torn into pieces along with their spirits after the light wave swept through them.

She was also caught in the aftershocks, and the life armor that had been fused with five sets of armor seemed as thin as paper at this moment.

Serena was swept away by an overwhelming and terrifying force, and she heard the mournful sound of her armor and the cracking of her bones.

She coughed up a large amount of blood, rolled on the ground in a sorry state, and finally managed to plow two towering hills into the ground with her feet to barely deflect the force of the impact.

Serena gritted her teeth and looked up, her heart filled with shock that surged like a raging storm.

In a single exchange, two of the level six wizards who launched their attack at the same time as her were killed, more than three were seriously injured, and the rest were ruthlessly pushed aside.

And the cause of this result is...
But it was just a small spell that the man casually conjured up!
Damn it, is this really the power that a Dawn-level wizard can possess?

At that moment, Serena suddenly remembered the trial called "Hunting Bow" held by the Royal Court of Life years ago.

The same person, the same scene, that person is like an impenetrable black curtain, pressing everyone down, leaving only despair to grow.

"Boom——"

In the sky, that magnificent, thick purple nebula slowly descended.

The figure in the nebula has not yet revealed its true form. Endless purple light flows around it, and the naturally formed energy field has almost solidified into a crystalline form!

A vast purple nebula crashed down, unleashing an indescribable, terrifying pressure that instantly cleared a large area of ​​the battlefield below. Countless people paled at the sight, yet none dared to take a single step forward, all keeping their distance.

Serena struggled to lift her head, her teeth almost grinding to powder; she too wanted to dodge.

But she couldn't hide, nor could she escape.

Because that nebula was heading straight for her!
(End of this chapter)