Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 465 The Heavens Are Falling, Why Don't You Grant My Wish?

"boom!"

The entire battlefield trembled violently, and a huge wave of deep purple energy surged up from the ground, sweeping outwards like a tsunami and destroying piece after piece of land with devastating force.

Numerous magical lights shone forth, attempting to resist the raging, surging waves, but like sea foam, they were extinguished in an instant.
As the terrifying, world-destroying commotion gradually subsided, a layer of ground in the center of the battlefield was ruthlessly sheared away, and at the very center of where the meteorite fell, a nearly completely crystallized crater appeared.

The terrifying magical power still lingered, turning that area into a desolate wasteland, ravaged by countless streams of lava, lightning, and hurricanes. Juventus stood alone amidst the lingering magical energy, the purple aura above his head seemingly slowly dissipating, yet an invisible, intangible black cloud continued to spread in everyone's hearts.

"Giggle."

Serena gritted her teeth, her fingers gripping the emerald spear tightly. Covered in blood, she mechanically swung it, killing the fearless monsters that charged at her.

Looking around, Serena saw faces numb with despair, and heard people muttering absentmindedly, their cries of impending death. A nameless sorrow welled up from the bottom of her heart.

"Fara!"

Serena suddenly growled out a name, and she lunged upwards, raising her right arm high. As if receiving some kind of command, the five silver-white super-magical cannons on the battlefield began to slowly turn their muzzles.

"boom!"

A dense burst of light erupted from the barrel of one of the giant cannons, creating a semi-transparent ripple in the void, and a bright orange sun suddenly rose over the battlefield.

But in just a moment, the sun was extinguished by an invisible force. Juventus, who was at the very center of the battle, was like a god. He made a gesture of making a fist with one hand with an indifferent expression. A deep purple beam of magical light shot out from his palm and pierced through a magic cannon in an instant!

The magical cannon, touted as a threat to level seven and the culmination of the highest alchemical technology on the Upper Ring Continent, exploded into a burst of brilliant silver fireworks high in the sky. The magical airship it carried fell from the sky with a mournful cry, along with tiny figures engulfed in flames.

Serena bit her lower lip until it bled, and raised her arm a second time, but before she could give the order, a second cluster of silver fireworks burst in the sky.

"Oh!"

Serena's lips trembled slightly, as if something inside her was rapidly fading away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of confusion.

Her raised arm froze, unsure whether to lower it further.

At that moment, everything around her seemed to be rushing away from Serena. She felt as if she were in a boundless ocean, sinking deeper and deeper. She tried to grab onto something to stop herself from sinking, but there was nothing there.
Just as the third super-magical cannon was about to be destroyed, a familiar figure reappeared, standing in front of the deep purple pillar of light summoned by Juventus. The fading light in Serena's eyes was able to regroup, and the flames that were about to be extinguished were rekindled.

She grabbed the last piece of driftwood, and her raised arm fell heavily to the ground!

"boom!"

The remaining three magical cannons roared in unison. Serena took a deep breath, held her spear in one hand, and charged fiercely towards the seemingly endless wave of monsters ahead.

"It's not over yet...keep going!"

"call--"

The solidified energy beam slammed heavily into Ronan's crossed arms, sending him flying backward, his feet carving two deep, transparent tracks in the air.

When the spell's effects had completely subsided, Ronan sat up.

At this moment, his entire body was enveloped in a phoenix flame that was orange with a bewitching purple hue, obscuring his face and revealing only his eyes.

Beneath the burning flames, there was a constant, faint sound of damaged flesh healing and reforming.

Juventus seemed completely unsurprised by his appearance, and did not rush to make any further moves, simply watching him calmly.

"too weak."

Beneath the flickering flames of the phoenix, Ronan spoke in a hoarse, low voice.

Juventus seemed slightly flustered. He slowly narrowed his eyes and calmly asked, "What did you say?"

"If it were a real meteorite spell, I would have died a thousand times over."

Amid the flames, Ronan coughed lightly as he spoke, “You obtained almost the complete legacy of Herams, but you only grasped a tiny fraction of it. You couldn’t even kill a level five wizard like me.”

"whole."

Juventus murmured those two words, and when his gaze fell on Ronan again, a strange, indescribable look appeared in his eyes.

"Did you know that Herams's Armor Set consists of ten pieces?"

"Ten items?"

Ronan frowned slightly.

Juventus, however, simply continued, "Herams' King's Vision, Herams' Archangel Armband, Herams' Glimmering Footwear, Herams' Infinite Robe." With each item he listed, ornate and exquisite patterns lit up on his body, representing components of the Archangel set that were fused with it.

Until Juventus revealed the last thing – “Herams’s Meteor Wand”.

He looked into Ronan's eyes and calmly said, "The core of the Herams legacy, the Meteor Technique, is hidden inside the last Meteor Staff."

Unfortunately, the Meteorite Wand was not in the ring; it was left somewhere else.

Only by collecting the other nine pieces of the set can its whereabouts be found.

"Ronan, you should grant my request, both morally and logically."

Juventus finished his story in a nonchalant tone, then unexpectedly extended his right hand to Ronan.

Several tiny halos of light cascaded from his fingertips, instantly expanding into a terrifying magical aura.

Lightning, fire, and lava—various spells of different elements appeared alternately in Juventus's hands, manipulated with ease. Unlike before, the power of these spell rings was compressed into a relatively small range by Juventus's terrifying magical control, making their destructive power even more terrifying.

Ronan kept retreating, his space for dodging constantly being squeezed and shrunken by the overwhelming power of the intertwined magic rings, until he was forced into a situation where there was no way to avoid it.

Juventus casually unleashed dozens of miniature magic rings, forming dozens of elemental destructive spells around Ronan, which then poured down on him.

Just as Ronan was about to be completely engulfed by dozens of spells, the phoenix flames entwining his body suddenly stopped flickering. Then, an invisible force pulled everything around him to collapse inward, and then burst outward with force!
"boom!"

Dozens of elemental torrents converged to form an annihilation halo, which exploded simultaneously with the phoenix flames. Accompanied by a series of sounds of flesh growing and bones cracking, a dense, dark red halo slowly spread outwards. Wherever the halo radiated, the void presented a scene of constant shattering and reorganization.

In the center of the dark red, distorted field, a towering figure, a full five meters tall, stood.

Without wind, it moved on its own. Beneath its waist-length, snow-white hair were streaks of blood that resembled broken totems, and grotesque muscles that were tightly packed and hard like armor, making it look like an ancient demon god descending from an ancient battlefield.

The body of an ancient demon, [Thirty-two layers of conch palaces]!
Ronan's energy surged and his demonic body expanded, the sounds of crashing waves and the humming of a conch shell echoing from within him.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Juventus not far away, and he spoke calmly, word by word: "Why don't you grant my wish?"
After all, in a way, you stole eight pieces of the Legacy Set that originally belonged to me.

A hint of surprise flashed across Juventus's face, then he shook his head with a smile, the last trace of warmth in his eyes disappearing as well.

The intricate and beautiful patterns around Juventus' forehead suddenly lit up, as if he were wearing a magnificent crown. He casually raised his hand, and one after another, deep purple energy orbs rapidly condensed around him, then rushed towards Ronan like a swarm of bees.

Each of these energy orbs was like a miniature star, exploding as soon as they got close to Ronan, each releasing terrifying magical power no less than that of the second level of the Forbidden Domain—the Rule Control Realm.

Ronan, however, ignored the burst of power. Like an ancient, fierce blade, he slashed into the center of the explosion of numerous light spheres. In less than half a breath, he tore through the veil of power and appeared before Juventus in a flash.

Juventus's face remained completely calm as one piece of his magic armor set lit up one after another. Each activated piece "gave birth" to elemental spells of various forms, schools, and principles.

At this moment, the true meaning of "spell control" seems to be fully embodied in Juventus. The power of any spell he summons far exceeds that of a typical level six wizard who exerts all his strength.

He doesn't need to chant spells or respond; he has almost no weaknesses or shortcomings. In the simple act of casting spells, he seems to have achieved "omniscience and omnipotence"!
Ronan was constantly being bombarded with countless spells, and the frequency and intensity of spellcasting between the two combatants far exceeded that of any other place on this battlefield.

From an outsider's perspective, they could only see one Juventus player; Ronan had long been completely overwhelmed by wave after wave of spells.

At some point, a distant and mournful whale cry suddenly rang out.

Immediately following, a sense of decay, antiquity, and sorrow arose, accompanied by the rapid emergence of large patches of dark red frost resembling decaying mold. Juventus' seemingly endless and ceaseless spellcasting rhythm suddenly came to a halt.

"【Ancient Whale Fall】!"

Ronan's deep, hoarse voice emanated from the quietly frozen surge of magic, followed by a grotesque hand with thick, bony joints that suddenly "broke through the ice."

"Kacha kacha——"

This large hand, covered in bloodstains and with a faint dark red halo around its skin, seemed to stretch infinitely, reaching Juventus' face in an instant.

His five sharp, knife-like fingers clanged as they quickly closed.
"Oh!"

A dense, dark red ball of light burst open rapidly in the void, its terrifying power compressing a small area of ​​space around it, causing it to collapse into a tiny "black hole."

Ronan emerged from the surge of magic without expression, looking at the scattered white dust between the five fingers of his right hand, his gaze slightly narrowed as he looked at the Juventus team in the distance, which remained intact.

He hadn't expected his attack to severely damage Juventus and secure victory, but enduring Juventus's magical onslaught for so long and painstakingly seizing that perfect opportunity, only to fail to even injure them, did leave him feeling slightly frustrated.

He underestimated the effect of the eight-piece Archon set; the former had already boosted Juventus's spellcasting ability and skills to an unbelievable level.

Anglie's assessment of Juventus was still conservative. Even setting aside Juventus's hidden trump cards that have not yet been revealed, in other aspects, he has almost reached a level comparable to a level seven wizard.

(End of this chapter)