Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 464 Imperial Law
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Serena took a deep breath and straightened herself under the immense pressure.

She uttered one ancient and solemn syllable after another, and on her armor, which was as green as a dense forest, every rune grew wildly like branches, while pure, gem-like flames ignited from Serena's body.

Flames erected a verdant energy barrier. Within the barrier, Serena's skin was so white that every vein and blood vessel beneath was almost visible. Her body seemed to shrink considerably in an instant, but her eyes burned like blazing emerald fire.

".festival!"

As she uttered the final incantation, Serena opened her arms, and endless green light gathered between her hands.

She assumed the posture of drawing a bow, and a torrent of emeralds poured forth from her arms, like a giant jade dragon with outstretched wings roaring and soaring into the sky, or like a sharp blade gleaming with blue light slashing fiercely into the ever-expanding, magnificent nebula.

The two forces collided, causing large areas of the void to collapse and distort in an instant, before falling into a stalemate.

Serena remained in the position of drawing her bow, the light emanating from her armor growing ever brighter. She stood firmly in place like a nail, her eyes filled with an almost devout determination and stubbornness.

But as the figure in the nebula made a downward gesture of spreading its five fingers, the fragile balance between the two forces was directly broken.

The terrifying pressure that enveloped the area suddenly contracted inward, and then all the jewel-like, dazzling greenery collapsed in an instant.

The emerald flames in Serena's eyes flickered, and she staggered backward. The invisible pressure of the spell's impact traveled through the void to her body, and her bow-wielding stance suddenly collapsed, while the armor on her chest and arms shattered.

At the same time, blood seeped from her entire body, and her beautiful face lost all color.

In less than a second, Serena lost all her strength to resist. Pale-faced, she crossed her arms and instinctively made a final defensive gesture towards the nebula crashing down, then buried her head deeply.
"boom!"

A tremendous explosion rang out, and time ticked by, but the expected crushing and impact never came.

Serena hesitated and looked up through the gap between her arms. Only then did she see a stream of ice, as if it had fallen from the sky, firmly blocking her way like a barrier.

The ice flow was as smooth as a mirror, and in the middle section, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Serena stared at the person in front of her, stunned. After a moment, her lips moved slightly, "You've come."

The newcomer did not speak, but an invisible force quickly arose, pushing Serena's body backward until it was outside the battleground shrouded in nebula.

At this moment, Serena saw the ice flow disintegrate. After the ice flow, the purple nebula that had brought suffocation and despair to everyone present slowly dispersed, and the figure that had been standing in the nebula finally revealed its true form.

The whirlwind formed by free energy tousled Ronan's sideburns, his titanium robe as dark as dragon scales, undulating in the wind like a silent, tranquil sea.

He watched as the vast, nebula-like energy field before him dispersed, and a figure emerged from it.

He was a young man with a deep-set face. His eyes were like miniature black holes spinning around him. His long, silver hair was spread out without wind, constantly disintegrating into stardust-like particles of light at the ends. A luminous rune, as brilliant as a star core, was imprinted between his brows, and a complex purple eight-pointed star pattern was located in the center of his chest.

His skin was dark with faintly glowing veins interwoven across it. He wore a magnificent purple crystal-like protective suit, and mysterious magical fluctuations formed gravitational vortexes of varying sizes around him, as if he were in the cosmos, exuding an indescribable sense of majesty and order.

Juventus.

Ronan pronounced the other person's name word by word.

The eight-pointed star pattern on Juventus' chest rotates, and deep eyes look down at Ronan.

"meet again."

He spoke softly, and with each word he uttered, visible ripples of energy emanated from his voice in the void.

"There is probably no one in the world happier than me to hear that you are still alive."

Ronan didn't speak, but a strange laugh rang out from the edge of the battlefield where the two were facing off.

Ronan saw a crack open in the void, from which a hunched figure with several pairs of black moth wings slowly crawled out.

The figure appeared extremely tall and incredibly thin, like a bizarre combination of a human and a giant moth.

Ronan sensed the presence of the Moth Queen in him, much like Cersei had once been. Even on that eerie face, covered in madness and distortion, he found traces of resemblance to Cersei, though it was the face of a middle-aged man.

"Li Dexin?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he blurted out.

"It's kind of you to still remember me."

Li Dexin's voice, which was also corrupted by the power of the Abyss Moth Mother, became high-pitched and thin. His arms, which could no longer be called human hands, spread apart to the sides, his body twisted, and a large amount of downy hair grew and fell off his body, eventually forming the shape of two twisted slender swords in his hands.

"Go away!"

Juventus's calm voice fell, and Li Dexin's head twisted strangely 360 degrees, pointing towards Juventus and saying with a wicked laugh: "Juventus, you have no right to command me."

"Humph."

As the two locked eyes, the void emitted bursts of squeezing and exploding sounds. At that moment, a shadow beside Ronan began to writhe and expand rapidly, eventually taking the shape of Anglie.

"Leave this guy to me."

Anglie stood beside Ronan, staring at Li Dexin in the distance, and spoke calmly.

After saying that, Anglie's figure melted away, turning into a vast shadow that swept rapidly toward Li Dexin.

Sensing the danger, Li Dexin, who was locked in a fierce battle with Juventus, turned his head sharply, raised his rapier with a cold smile.

However, just as the shadow formed by Anglie was about to approach Li Dexin, the enormous shadow suddenly contracted, and all the light in the field seemed to be gathered into it in an instant.

The receding shadows transformed into a beam of black light, a dark arrow, which changed direction without warning and shot fiercely towards Juventus.

In an instant, the vast purple nebula above the battlefield collapsed inwards without a sound.
A moment later, "Whoosh—"

Anglie reappeared beside Ronan, his eyes slightly narrowed, his pale face revealing neither joy nor anger.

At the edge of the horizon, the nebula he had previously destroyed was now reforming, and Juventus, located at the very center of the nebula, remained expressionless, showing no signs of injury or disarray.

Anglie gave Ronan a deep look, as if everything he had just done was to prove something to Ronan.

He leaped into the air, and two shadows rose rapidly from behind him, like two majestic black dragon wings. He quickly flew to the side of the battlefield. In the distance, Li Dexin's eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end, he chose to chase after Anglie and leave.

From beginning to end, Juventus's gaze remained fixed on Ronan, never wavering, as if there was nothing else in their eyes besides Ronan.

The battlefield has returned to the state it was when there were only two people.

The two stared at each other silently. The sounds of battle around them quickly faded away, leaving a strange sense of oppression beneath the calm, like the eye of an impending storm.

In a flash, Ronan's entire body radiated a dazzling light, and without warning, he took a step forward, like a sharp blade stabbing towards Juventus.

The silent, surrounding purple nebula suddenly expanded, and at the moment of collision, it burst forth with countless flames.

"boom!"

Terrifying explosions rang out in the arena, even drowning out the roar of several super-magical cannons.

Amidst the overflowing flames, Ronan emerged from the epicenter of the explosion, tearing through the raging storm with his bare hands. His body radiated light, and nine elemental crystals formed a dazzling crown atop his forehead, indicating he had reached the pinnacle of his power, enhanced by both the [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] and the Nine Star Elemental Spirits. His stellar force field fully expanded, forming a visible vortex around him.

The free energy drawn by the Nine Star Elemental Spirits gathered behind Ronan, billowing silently like a cloak.

However, compared to the magnificent and dazzling purple before them, both were pitifully "small," compressed within a certain range by an invisible field, unable to overstep the bounds.

Ronan remained expressionless, but a hint of seriousness flickered in his eyes.

With the Nine Star Elemental Spirit and Star Field, even when facing a late-stage Level 6 wizard, he could gain an advantage in the struggle for the energy of heaven and earth. However, in front of Juventus who had activated his Magic Control Field, the energy he could control was less than 30% of the normal amount.

Beneath the boundless purple energy clouds, Juventus's figures slowly descended.

The overflowing flames and turbulent energy currents immediately subsided before Juventus, like subjects kneeling before a monarch.

Juventus looked down at Ronan indifferently, "If you're still stuck at the same level as last time, then there's no need to continue this match today."

Ronan squinted, said nothing, and simply took a deep breath.

The next instant, the Nine Stars Primordial Spirit Crown above his head suddenly burst into bright light, and nine profound auras spread outward, quickly tearing nine gaps in the suppressed field. The stellar force field took the opportunity to expand outward, and at the same time, the colorful energy "cloak" behind him also expanded rapidly!
"Woo——"

A distant whale cry drowned out the countless noises in the arena, bringing a brief moment of peace and tranquility.

A snow-white sun ignited in Ronan's eyes. He spread his arms, and endless frost surged from his body, turning his titanium robe, dark as dragon scales, into a frosty color in an instant.

In the boundless purple energy sea, an enormous, snow-white whale-like shadow "broke through the water," followed by the towering ancient ice capital rising from the ground, with endless blue-gold light blooming like fireworks.

"【Primordial Era. Frost Pilgrimage】!"

Ronan's long hair flew wildly as he rode the snow and ice step by step toward Juventus.

The ancient ice currents tore open a fissure in the purple nebula-like field, roaring and rushing upwards.
Juventus watched all this quietly, without moving, until the frost-covered current was about to encroach on his surroundings within a ten-mile radius, at which point he slowly raised his hand and made a gesture of loosely grasping Ronan's hand.

"The Law".

As Juventus exclaimed, a crimson halo descended from his palm.

As the aperture landed, it exploded into a raging inferno of thunder and lightning, abruptly halting the momentum of the Primordial Ice Stream's counterattack!
The second halo followed, this time exploding into a sea of ​​fire.

Then there are the rock rings, icefalls, wind currents, plant-based, and dark-based rings. Each ring contains a different type of energy magic ring, and Juventus can easily manipulate various spells.

Their magical principles are not particularly complex, and their mastery may not be profound, but with the support of unparalleled and powerful energy, the power of each one is amplified to an unbelievable degree.

With just five or six light rings falling, Ronan's magical momentum was completely severed, and the ancient ice flow shattered.

Ronan's robes fluttered, shrouding the remaining frost as he formed hand seals. The shattered ancient ice rose into the air, forming a deep, snow-like passageway above his head, seemingly connected to an ancient sea of ​​stars.

"Kakaka-"

A muffled, thunderous roar, like a meteorite rolling, echoed through the passageway. The next second, accompanied by the inexplicable sound of falling rocks, endless frost rolled down.
"【Universal Pull - Primordial. Frostwhale Constellation】!"

"Boom!"

In the murky battlefield sky, a blinding white light dyed large swathes of the sky pure white. A dazzling phantom of a baleen whale swiftly swam down from the sky, bringing with it an extreme chill, like a huge frost meteorite falling rapidly.

The meteorite's impact point was directly aimed at Juventus, and its terrifying power crushed the purple clouds in the void layer by layer.

Juventus remained unmoved, simply raising one hand. One after another, gravitational vortexes appeared densely above his head, forcefully stopping the downward momentum of the "Frost Whale Ice Meteor".

At the same time, he pointed his other hand at Ronan, and one after another, magic rings reappeared, accompanied by deep purple energy orbs that looked like miniature stars, whistling as they rushed towards Ronan.

Ronan seemed to have anticipated this, as his originally snow-white eyes suddenly turned orange-red with a hint of bewitching purple.

The indescribable phantom of Lingmaye flashed behind him, and the long cry of the phoenix echoed in the void.

Ronan suddenly clasped his hands together, and on either side of him, rapidly rising frost and torrents of fire collided violently.

At the center of their collision, a subtle gray area quietly appeared.

"【Ash Snow】!"

An ineffable, profound aura rapidly spread as the gray hue of ice and fire mingled, and the chaotic battlefield seemed to fall into an eerie silence for a second. Everyone seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

If this land is a canvas covered with oil paint, then gray is like a flame that ignites the canvas, spreading rapidly and burning everything to gray.

Beneath the rapidly fading purple, a slight ripple seemed to appear in Juventus's indifferent eyes.

He raised his hands, as if to cast a spell to defend himself, but before he could complete the movement, the eerie gray had already surged into a tide, engulfing everything.
"You won?"

In the brief lull of the battlefield, someone murmured something.

At this moment, in the center of the battle, there was indeed no trace of Juventus left, only Ronan, his eyes gleaming as he looked around.

Juventus's strength and terror are deeply ingrained in many people's minds, but their defeat after that terrifying power that seemed capable of burning everything to ashes doesn't seem like an unacceptable thing.

But before the cheers could even begin, someone suddenly looked up, their expression froze, and a trembling, almost distorted voice came from their mouth.

"Look up there!"

Suddenly, an enormous purple nebula vortex appeared in the sky above the vast battlefield.

At the center of the vortex, a meteorite dozens of times larger than the "Frost Whale Ice Meteor" summoned by Ronan's All-Encompassing Pull, its entire body resembling a purple crystal, was slowly rolling down from top to bottom.

Even before the amethyst-shaped meteorite was fully revealed, its terrifying power had already caused the ground of the entire battlefield to crack and tremble. The terrifying pressure squeezed this area of ​​void into a semi-transparent, water-like shape, constantly twisting and shaking.

Countless streaks of deep purple lightning accompanied the falling meteorite, weaving a magnificent waterfall of purple light between heaven and earth.

Located at the very center of the meteorite's impact point, Ronan felt an immense pressure that created a gale that forced his dark gold titanium robe to clung tightly to his skin.

Under this indescribable and terrifying power, he slowly raised his head like a speck of dust, and saw Juventus's figure again under the huge amethyst meteorite falling bit by bit.

The latter looked down at him as always, his expression and posture like that of a god.

"Is this all the progress you've made over the years?"

"I'll show you what the real Herams Meteorite Technique is all about."

Juventus gestured downwards with their five fingers towards him from afar, and said calmly, "Art of War: Meteor Shower!"

In an instant, countless purple lightning bolts exploded in the sky, and the enormous amethyst meteorite suddenly accelerated its descent.

"boom!"

In a single exchange, Ronan's robes, which were directly subjected to the power of the spell, disintegrated, and he seemed to explode as if he could not withstand the pressure.

(End of this chapter)