Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 468 Fragility
"Um?!"

Within the shattered and void space, Narros suddenly turned around.

He seemed to sense something, and an expression of disbelief and uncertainty appeared on his face.

"law?"

"It seems that our king's battle is nearing its end."

A beam of icy blue light burst forth beside Narros, and from within the light emerged a graceful and dignified beautiful woman holding an ice staff.

Narros looked at the woman with a strange expression. "Are you so sure it's him?"

The beautiful woman, with a devout posture, replied softly, "Nothing that happens to my king is surprising; it is all as it should be. After all..."
The most noble and icy bloodline in this world flows in his veins.

Narros's face showed a hint of complexity as he slowly spoke: "I almost forgot, you have a deep connection with the races of that realm."

Narros withdrew his gaze, his expression seemingly slightly different from before.

"Then we should hurry up."

He spoke softly, his long, moist, seaweed-like hair growing rapidly, as if a living thing had plunged deep into the void, constantly darting and extending outwards.

A moment later, a strand of Narros's hair suddenly turned bright red. He quietly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the hair had turned red.

"found it."

Narros's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Shall we take care of one of them together first?"

The beautiful woman remained noncommittal, saying, "I'm afraid they have the same idea."

"Then let's see who moves faster."

Ronan had imagined many times what the effects of activating the Seed of Law would be, but when this power was truly mobilized, the power it displayed far exceeded his expectations.

"The realm of rules, the breeding ground of laws."

Within the vast ocean of ashes, Ronan reached out and touched the enormous ship that resembled a whale skeleton, feeling the power contained within it that completely transcended the forbidden realm.

"law."

If he chooses to use the method of fusion of ice and fire as the foundation to inject the seed of law, what he sees now may be the law-based spells he will be able to master in the future.

Nearly half of the power of law contained within the Nine Star Primordial Spirit's Law Seed was consumed.

No, to be precise, it should be called a fruit.

Half of the fruit was "tasted" by Ronan, leaving only the other half. Only after he has "eaten" all the pulp of the fruit will it completely become a seed.

Two opportunities to cast law-level spells, two consumable trump cards, and two chances to look ahead to the future—the gifts Heaven and Earth bestow upon a nine-star primordial spirit who has achieved wizardry are quite generous.

The enormous magical ship, as massive as a whale skeleton, emanated a strange and indescribable aura, like an origin and an end, originating from the unknown and sailing towards chaos.

This is a true law-level power, representing the thickest branch on the World Tree, and interpreting the fundamental operating principles of the natural universe.

It's still too profound and difficult for Ronan at this point. He simply can't understand this power. Even Arajan is just an apprentice in the face of this power. This is probably why Arajan hasn't spoken up yet.

"Is this... a law?"

A voice pulled Ronan back to reality.

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Juventus pierced through by the keel at the tip of the Dark Ship.

At this moment, apart from being a little pale, Juventus did not appear to be injured. However, Ronan clearly sensed that Juventus' life was rapidly slipping away.

His soul and his body were like a piece of paper being burned through, slowly turning into ashes.

"Yes."

Ronan looked into Juventus' eyes and calmly said, "If the talent you described is not fake, you should also have the opportunity to reach it."

Although it comes at a price, and although complete mastery is impossible, the chances of one day achieving enlightenment are far greater than for an ordinary wizard.
Unfortunately, the so-called secret methods of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society have completely robbed you of this opportunity.

They gave you a false crown, but took away the jewel that was a thousand times more precious than the crown itself.

Juventus looked slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion in their eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Ten years ago, I received a white dove."

The white dove bore the prophet Eve's final revelation to me: "If I were to pass on the legacy of Heramus to you when we meet again, your future achievements would surpass those of my father, the Dark Lord."

Ronan paused for a moment, then saw Juventus smiling at him. "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Ronan didn't speak, but Juventus said in a low voice, "Ronan, you and I are actually the same kind of people. I was sure of that the first time I saw you at Linghu Lake."

None of us are willing to let our fate be controlled by others.

I lost, but I don't regret it.

As Juventus spoke, pieces of skin on his cheeks fell away like withered leaves.

Everything he had was destroyed by the power of the laws; his life had been completely consumed.

Juventus reached out to Ronan, and pieces of the Herams suit on his body peeled away one by one, transforming into miniature nebula-like orbs of light that flew toward Ronan.

"Put it on and let me see what the complete Imperial Guard set looks like."

As the first piece of the Armor Set merged into Ronan's body, Ronan saw a nebula suddenly "explode" in front of him.

Then came the second regiment, the third regiment, and the fourth regiment.
His vision was completely filled with an ever-expanding and taking shape starry sky. Boundless wisdom, knowledge, and insights poured into his mind. His consciousness seemed to connect with the galaxy, becoming infinitely vast. He felt as if he held the starry sea in his hands, possessing endless power.
As Ronan slowly put on his last piece of the Archmage Armlet, the entire Archmage Set became completely seamless, and the "starry sky" before him became perfectly round.

I opened my eyes and realized that Juventus was already dead.

Apart from a golden warhammer wreathed in lightning and flames and inscribed with countless runes, he left nothing behind.

Ronan wasn't sure if he ever saw himself in the full suit. A strange sense of emotion welled up inside him, but it was quickly replaced by boundless joy.

He had never felt so good; he felt as if he were all-knowing and all-powerful.

Nine shimmering runes, like star cores, revolved around him, constantly providing an almost inexhaustible supply of energy; it seemed as if an entire galaxy was being nurtured within his body.

He can effortlessly stir up a storm and overturn a sea with a little energy. Thunder, fire, ice, and all elemental energies obey his command. He is the true King of Law!
If the power to control energy brought by the Nine Star Elemental Spirit is 1, then after wearing the Law Control Set, his control over this world will be 100, or even more.

No wonder that in the previous battle against Juventus, his advantage of the Nine-Star Elemental Spirit was completely negated. The opponent could summon a meteor shower without any effort and even suppress his Demon Body of the Thirty-Three Layers of the Conch Palace with his Dharma Body.

With such a massive amount of energy that can be taken at will, even the lowest-level spells can be transformed into something magical.

Ronan attempted to [Sensing the Stars], and in the darkness, he saw several stars light up in the vast and dazzling starry sky before him. He heard the dull sound of ancient meteorites tumbling and rolling, but he still couldn't summon any of them down.

"Juventus is right, this inheritance is indeed missing the core meteorite summoning method."

"The Heavenly Meteor Wand," Ronan murmured the name as he looked down.

The lingering power of the laws of the [Ark of Eternal Darkness] had not yet dissipated, and the vast battlefield remained in a state of absolute shock and silence.

He reached out and picked up the Golin's Hammer in front of him; it seemed lighter than he had imagined.

Juventus are dead, but the battle is not over yet.

With the blessing of the magic armor, his mental power, amplified many times over, suddenly spread out, and Ronan instantly spotted several hidden battlefields. After a moment's consideration, he chose a direction.

But in the instant he took that step
"Click——"

A crisp cracking sound stopped Ronan in his tracks.

The sound came from him.

Ronan slowly lowered his head and was shocked to find that on the "Herams Infinite Robe," which was dreamlike, beautiful, and exquisitely gorgeous with a background of flowing starry sky, a crack the length of a finger was clearly visible.

"Tear--"

Under a sky deeper than night, without stars or moon, a black curtain of emptiness was suddenly cleaved in two, and Li Dexin, with a human face and a moth's body, emerged from it, wielding two swords and looking grim.

His large, strange moth wings spread out behind him, and eye-shaped patterns emerged on them, emitting a faint light and forming an indescribable, mysterious force field that slowly radiated outwards.

Just then, a figure streaked across the void, arriving at breakneck speed.

The newcomer seemed to be draped in a galaxy, radiating a dreamy and enchanting deep purple light. His waist-length white hair scattered stardust across his shoulders, a star core shone between his brows, and a noble and complex purple eight-pointed star spun endlessly in the center of his chest.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Li Dexin's eyes lit up slightly, but he then let out a cold laugh.

"You've always claimed to be a legendary genius comparable to Herams, so how come it took you so long to deal with a mere level five?"

The newcomer didn't speak, but simply raised his hand.

All of a sudden.

An indescribable, terrifying aura rapidly gathered above Li Dexin's head, instantly devouring almost all the free energy particles in the void where he was located, transforming into a pitch-black full moon with countless purple patterns, resembling a huge forbidden magic disc, or a majestic and ancient mysterious eye.

A terrifying aura locked onto Li Dexin, whose expression instantly changed. Looking at the newcomer with an extremely incredulous expression, he blurted out, "You're not Juventus?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the purple light intertwined, and the black hole-like full moon silently burst open.

The terrifying annihilation power that erupted in an instant swallowed Li Dexin whole, and the void where he was located trembled violently, as if pieces of old, worn-out plaster were peeling off a wall.

As the terrifying aftershocks subsided slightly, Li Dexin's horrified soul rushed out of the darkness, but just as he was about to escape, a pale hand reached out from the shadows beside him and grabbed him tightly.

"I firmly believe that you will be the one who survives this battle."

Anglie gracefully emerged from the shadows, casually stuffing the soul of Li Dexin into the cloak-like shadow behind him. Immediately, loud chewing sounds and Li Dexin's extremely shrill wails echoed from the shadows.

"You're not picky about food at all."

Ronan glanced at Anglie, the amethyst mask he used to conceal his face slowly dissolving.

"Although this guy is incredibly annoying in every way, he's also quite troublesome."

As a result, it couldn't even withstand a simple spell you casually cast.

Anglie mimed wiping his mouth after eating, then looked at Ronan and clicked his tongue in admiration, "Looks like you've really had a lot to show for yourself."

"It's a forbidden-level spell, after all; it's not some simple spell that can be cast casually."

Ronan said calmly.

Anglie stared into his eyes, then blinked and said, "Why do I feel like you don't seem very happy?"

Ronan didn't speak and remained silent.

Anglie is right.

His [Forbidden Black Hole], with a proficiency level of only a few hundred at the Grandmaster level, was amplified by the Lawbringer Set, making its power so terrifying that it almost effortlessly killed Li Dexin, whose strength had reached the late stage of level six. However, he did not feel much joy.

The reason is simple—this is not entirely his power; Herams's Archon armor is breaking.

The entire Heram's Archon set now resembles a beautiful porcelain vase with a shiny exterior, but its interior is riddled with cracks.

Each time he uses the power of the set to attack, it increases the number of cracks on the set, accelerating its breakage.

Ronan had never imagined that a legendary artifact, crafted by Herams, the most legendary and talented wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent, and carrying the entire legacy of Herams, could be so fragile!
Even a normal Dawn-level magic item set couldn't possibly be completely destroyed after just a few battles, right?
He had gone through countless hardships and painstaking efforts to obtain this inheritance, and had just felt its unparalleled power, only to learn that he would soon lose it again.

It's like running countless dungeons and completing countless quests in a game, finally assembling a set of top-tier gear, only to find after putting it on that the gear only has 1 point of durability left?!

Anyone would likely feel unbalanced and depressed in this situation.

"Forget it, don't talk about this."

Ronan shook his head, looked at Anglie, and said seriously, "The battlefield outside is now in your hands."

Anglie looked in a certain direction and frowned, saying, "You intend to enter their battlefield?"

Ronan nodded, looking at his body, which resembled a swirling river of stars. "I'm barely qualified to join them now."

"That woman known as the Prophet told you you had to do this?"

Anglie laughed, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Damien, the prophecy of salvation has completely fooled you."

The world will keep turning no matter who's gone; you don't need to take any unnecessary risks.
A battle at level seven should be left to level seven to handle. Regardless of victory or defeat, we have done our utmost and can choose to withdraw unscathed without any regrets.

"You do not understand."

Ronan looked back at the battlefield that was still raging, with countless abyssal monsters and wizards still fighting to the death.

He said in a low voice, "Whether the prophecy comes true or not, what is destined to happen will happen."

Revelation may change the course of events, but it will not affect the outcome.

What I'm going to do, I will do eventually.

Anglie didn't try to dissuade him further, but just looked at him and smiled slightly, "Well then, good luck."

Like I said before, don't die.

Ronan glanced at him, nodded, then took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and tore open a narrow, long slit in front of him, about the height of a person.

He glanced at his hands, which were shimmering with starlight, as if he were reluctant to leave, before quickly walking inside.

(End of this chapter)