Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 466 [Echoes of Hell]

Juventus, with their hair scattered like starlight, were always positioned a head higher than Ronaldinho, consistently looking down on him.

At this moment, all eight pieces of the Herams Armor Set had appeared on his body, resembling a noble and magnificent royal armor, or a precise and perfect star totem, making him appear even more majestic and awe-inspiring.

Of course, you can see that something is missing from his arm.

"Since you like this style of fighting..."

Juventus's voice grew increasingly ethereal and vast, "Then let it end this way."

Juventus formed a hand seal and calmly uttered, "【Spell Control. Star Holder】!"

In an instant, all the pieces of his magic armor disappeared, and in their place appeared eight dark purple halos.

Four of them contracted inward and merged into Juventus' body. The moment the light merged, Ronan felt that the light in this area seemed to dim rapidly. The disappearing light seemed to have been swallowed up into Juventus' body.

Juventus's body visibly darkened, and the mysterious veins on his body emitted a more intense glow, forming a pale purple halo on the surface of his skin.

A strange sense of unease arose in Ronan's heart. If Juventus had previously been as brilliant and dazzling as a vast and magnificent galaxy stretching across the night sky, then at this moment, the light of that galaxy began to recede, revealing the profound and vastness of a starry sea. His entire being was filled with an unsettling aura.

"The Law Master".

Juventus slightly raised his eyelids and calmly threw a punch at Ronan, saying, "To rule everything."

"Om-"

The moment Juventus threw a punch, Ronan was hit with a strange ringing in his ears. The scene before him seemed to become distorted and unreal in an instant. An extremely dazzling light suddenly burst forth in front of him. In a daze, Ronan saw the approaching shadow of Juventus.

He instinctively raised his hand, but an indescribable, terrifying force pierced through his chest at the same time.

"cough--"

Ronan streaked across the battlefield sky like a meteor, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His chest almost completely collapsed, and a noticeable gap was punched into the dark red force field around him.

"call--"

The flames of the phoenix flowed through his body like water. The powerful self-healing properties of the phoenix bloodline, combined with the massive sphere of life within his body, caused Ronan's sunken chest to bulge upwards rapidly. His shattered bones were reconnected, and his injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.

But before he could catch his breath, the familiar tinnitus and light reappeared.

This time, Ronan truly captured Juventus's move towards him. With the effect of [Instinctive Grip] activated, the illusory scene before his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a densely interwoven natural texture and regular veins.

Ronan instinctively threw a punch, which seemed to hit something extremely tough, and at the same time, his neck was chopped with a chop.

"Crack!"

Ronan flew off to one side with his neck tilted, but before he could land, he twisted himself up again.

"boom!"

Fists clashed, dark red and pale purple halos collided, and a huge aftershock suddenly erupted. The terrifying power shattered the void at the point of impact, leaving it riddled with cracks.

The two clashed rapidly, the battle shifting from one end of the battlefield to the other, like two terrifying meteorites, one red and one purple, constantly colliding. The power generated by the collision formed a semi-transparent spherical oscillation, destroying everything in its path.

The earth cracked open, and vast swathes of abyssal monsters, driven by pure malice and a thirst for slaughter, were pulverized into a rain of blood and flesh, along with unfortunate Alliance wizards who couldn't even escape their clutches.
All the wizards involved in the battle kept their distance, watching with utter shock and disbelief what was now a terrifying battle that was no longer at the dawn of a new era.

"boom!"

In the void, surging waves of air and blazing flames exploded, and a bewitching flower composed of countless dark red threads slowly bloomed.

A figure groaned as it was ejected rapidly from the center of the explosion. The countless dark red strands of energy quickly converged, gradually revealing Ronan's ferocious and majestic figure, like a demon god.

Ronan coldly watched Juventus regain their footing in the distance. With the [Instinct Grip] effect boosting him, after suffering a few setbacks at the beginning of the battle, he quickly adapted to Juventus' fighting style and began to gain the upper hand.

He possesses master-level close combat skills. If we only consider the level of skill in physical combat, he should rightfully be the only forbidden existence on this continent.

Ronan slowly walked towards Juventus, his dark red aura pulsating around him, countless strands of energy dancing around him, his aura gradually overwhelming everything on the field, declaring that the next game would belong to him.

Juventus naturally noticed this, but his face showed no surprise or panic; instead, he was smiling.

I like the way you look right now.

"Kaka——"

Two of the four halos surrounding Juventus contracted and disappeared into his body, making his aura even more powerful and restrained, and the purple halo around his body became even deeper.

"They thought they had seen hope of victory, but little did they know..."

"I haven't even shown one percent of my power yet!"

As Juventus uttered his last word, he vanished instantly.

"Shh-"

Ronan's vision was instantly filled with a blindingly bright light. The tinnitus and glare that he had previously adapted to reappeared, and this time, they were dozens of times stronger than before. Even his mental probing was forcibly distorted, and he could hardly "see" anything.

"boom!"

Before anyone could react, Ronan had been hit.

The force field aura in front of him instantly caved in, and countless strands of aura surrounding him shattered. He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ground and creating a huge crater.

Before he could recover from the impact of the blow, an invisible force had already pulled him out of the pit.

Ronan looked up and saw only a vast expanse of flowing light all around him.

Like countless shooting stars streaking across the sky, hidden among those prominent patterns of rules, he couldn't find Juventus, and his mental perception was severely distorted.

Fortunately, the effect of [Instinct Grip] was still powerful. Ronan saw a large number of streams of light suddenly converge in one place. He predicted the next attack and threw a punch hard at the convergence of the streams of light.

Countless dark red strands of energy rapidly converged, forming the shape of a closed flower bud, before suddenly bursting open forward.
"Oh!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the spot where the flower buds were in full bloom and the light was clustered. Ronan groaned as countless strands of his aura snapped, and his right hand, which had thrown the punch, was blasted into a bloody mess by the aftershock.

The flames of the phoenix swept over the injured arm, the life sphere within the body vibrated, and the wounds on the arm healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A second cluster of light rose up, and the dark red Dead Sea poppies withered and then reappeared. Amidst the shockwaves of explosion after explosion, Ronan once again tried to adapt to this new rhythm of battle.

Rays of light emerged from Ronan's eyes, weaving a mystical silver eye pattern between his brows.

The Eye of Truth, which evolved from the low-level Detection Technique of the initial zero rank, unexpectedly came in handy at this moment, managing to barely detect Juventus's concealed figure.

Ronan spread his five fingers, and titanium flowed in his hand, solidifying into the shape of a dark gold dragon spine spear. Threads of his aura spiraled around the spear shaft, and he thrust the spear fiercely toward Juventus's position.

The Dead Sea churned, and he struck something in an instant; two terrifying forces collided in his field of vision, creating a dazzling display of fireworks.

Ronan staggered back several steps amidst the aftershocks of the explosion, his shattered spear reformed, and the gaping wounds on his demonic body slowly healed under the onslaught of the Phoenix Flame.

"You are afraid."

Ronan took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

In his line of sight, the ever-changing Juventus figure seemed to freeze for a moment before solidifying and walking towards him.

"Ah--"

Ronan heard Juventus's disdainful laughter.

“You are indeed afraid, I can feel it.”

Ronan suddenly swept his spear horizontally, the tip of the spear pulling at large swathes of the rules in the void, instantly unleashing unparalleled terrifying power. Wherever the spear passed, a series of bead-like collapses and depressions appeared in the void, accompanied by continuous muffled explosions.

"You've obtained almost the entire Herams legacy, and you're afraid you can't even defeat me, who only obtained one piece of the Archmage legacy, even though I'm only level five."
"That is indeed something that could happen." "After all, I am a nine-star Yuanling, while you are only eight-star."

When we first met, I was almost two realms behind you. We were both pursuers of Herams, and a battle between us was inevitable.

But after I became the Golden Dawn, you have consistently avoided fighting me one-on-one.

You're afraid, afraid even if you have the upper hand.

Ronan's eyes blazed with fire, and countless strands of his aura formed a gigantic and eerie Dead Sea Flower around him, slowly blooming and blocking all the attacks formed by the streams of light.

"Still not as good as me!"

"boom!"

The surrounding pressure increased more than tenfold. The scarlet flower blooming in the Dead Sea shattered instantly, but it quickly reformed in the instant of shattering, transforming into a roaring torrent that rushed forward.

A thick mist of blood rose from the torrent, and countless corpses could be vaguely seen floating on the surface. An immense sense of grief, accompanied by ancient and mournful cries, swept out.

"【The Lament of the Dead Sea of ​​Moro】!"

"Boom!"

A massive wave of energy, a mixture of dark red and blazing white, erupted and almost swept away everything in the void in the blink of an eye.

When the commotion from that attack subsided, Juventus's presence was finally fully revealed.

Ronan's body was covered in numerous tiny wounds, which, under the influence of his immense vitality, writhed like the constantly opening and closing mouth of a baby. Yet, he seemed oblivious, staring intently at Juventus before him, and calmly said, "I was right?"

Did the prophet Eve tell you anything about ultimately dying by my hand?

Oh, I almost forgot something.

Ronan paused, followed by the humming of a magic conch shell within his body. His [Conch Palace] had broken through to the thirty-third level, and his aura surged once again.

Combat has always been the best catalyst for the evolution of life.

After the aura of [Spiral Palace]'s advancement subsided, Ronan continued, "Not long ago, I also met your father, the Black Witch King."

He told me

Ronan looked into Juventus' eyes and said, word by word, "You've been a coward since you were a child. You're even afraid of your own father, which is why you desperately try to grasp at any source of comfort to mask your inner fear."

"Are you done?"

Juventus responded coldly.

At this moment, his expression was icy, but the innate arrogance between his brows had vanished.

"The only thing I'm inferior to you in is probably my sharp tongue."

The last two halos around Juventus merged into his body at this moment, and in an instant, the void where he stood completely darkened, and his whole person exuded a dangerous aura like a black hole.

The halo surrounding Juventus's body turned completely dark purple, and this dark purple spread across his body, releasing rings of viscous, transparent ripples.

Ronan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he vanished in an instant.

In the void, the enormous flower of the Dead Sea slowly bloomed, and amidst the cries of sorrow, a blood-red torrent roared.

"boom!"

The next second, all the turmoil was forcibly calmed down. Ronan remained suspended in the air, still holding his spear, the tip of the titanium-forged dragon spine spear in his hand piercing Juventus' forehead.

The terrifying power was firmly resisted by the rune resembling a star core at the center of his brow.

Juventus looked at him, a mocking smile slowly curving his lips. "You can't even break through my magic defense."

After saying that, he formed a hand seal, and suddenly a crack, like a chasm between stars, appeared in the center of his chest.

An incredibly terrifying aura poured out from it, and Juventus spread his arms, from which a blinding "light" slowly grew!
"【Arcane Sword】!"

"boom!"

A dreamlike and enchanting storm of stardust suddenly arose in the sky above the vast battlefield.

A terrifying tearing force erupted from the storm, propelling a figure swiftly from its center and traversing the entire battlefield.

Countless people looked back in horror, then saw Juventus strolling out of the storm.

At this moment, Juventus was surrounded by flowing starlight. His long hair rose silently, his expression was indifferent, and he held a strange longsword that seemed to be formed entirely from the intense starlight in one hand.

Juventus's gaze, as deep as the starry sky, swept across the entire battlefield and landed on a hunched figure kneeling on the ground.

“The prophet Eve did indeed say something to me.”

He gazed at the figure and said calmly, "She prophesied that I would become the second Heramus, the new King of Laws."

"Cough-cough-"

The hunched figure slowly straightened up, coughing violently.

Large gushes of blood flowed down that demonic-like body.

Ronan looked up, his entire chest now covered by a shocking, deep sword wound, revealing his writhing internal organs underneath. He had been almost completely ripped open.

At the wound on his chest, the flesh and blood showed a strange crystalline appearance. The residual power made his injury difficult to heal, and an extremely tragic aura emanated from his body.

Ronan seemed completely oblivious to the severity of his injury. He took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and squinted as he stared at Juventus from afar.

"Then she must have lied to you."

Ronan stretched his body a little and then started running towards Juventus.

"You are nothing but a pathetic worm groveling at the feet of the Law King."

Ronan's speed increased, and his voice grew louder until he finally transformed into a dark red streak of light.

"How can you compare to Herams? You are not even one ten-thousandth as good as him."

Juventus raised the Arcane Longsword in his hand with an indifferent look, aiming it at the stream of light that Ronan had transformed into, and slowly made a slashing motion.

Just as the light was about to reach him, Ronan's figure suddenly stopped, revealing himself completely.

Countless strands of energy, intertwined with fragments of titanium, rapidly formed an inverted teardrop-shaped ancient clock in front of Ronan.

At this moment, Ronan's eyes were clear, and complex runes flashed in his pupils.

He threw a seemingly slow but actually swift punch at the ancient bell that was just taking shape nearby, which happened to meet Juventus's straight, arcane sword light head-on.

"You have been consumed and lost by forces that are not yours, Juventus, I'm here to bring you back to your senses."

"【Echoes of Hell - The Doomsday Bell】!"

"Om-"

As the ancient and strange chimes rang out, a solid, dark red halo suddenly spread outwards, colliding fiercely with the starlight longsword that was also bursting with light.

"boom!"

In that instant, it was as if a blindingly bright and terrifying sun suddenly rose in the sky above the battlefield.

All the noise faded away at this moment, lingering around the battle. Countless abyssal monsters were silently reduced to dust, while the wizards fighting covered their ears and desperately retreated to a farther place.
(End of this chapter)