Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 471 The True Inheritance of the Imperial Law

A secluded valley.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and fermenting wild apples. Maple and oak trees were scattered along the stream at the bottom of the valley, the former as red as fire, and the latter as waxy ochre-gold, like guards in armor.

It's late autumn again.

A young man dressed in a wide black robe sat beside a rock covered in dark green moss, staring intently at several robins drinking water in the distance.

He had a head of white hair like autumn frost and an overly handsome face, like someone who had stepped out of an oil painting.

"Plop—"

Ronan casually tossed a pebble into the water, startling a red-breasted robin and breaking the tranquility of the place.

He stood up and began to walk slowly along the riverbank.

At this time, seven days had passed since the decisive battle with the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

For the past seven days, Ronan has been having the same dream.

In the dream, the sky was completely occupied by a mysterious black moth with countless pairs of wings, countless eyes, and countless legs.

All those compound eyes stared coldly at him.

The earth was sinking into a bottomless abyss, which was actually the mouthparts of an enormous leech.

He stood on the crumbling earth, watching his former opponents and enemies, whom he had defeated or killed, grinning as they came from all directions.

They launched a major battle.

Ronan tried his best, but he couldn't stop the people around him from leaving him one by one.

finally.
He was the only person left in the whole world.

An unprecedented loneliness and despair overwhelmed him.
"Click——"

The sound of snapping branches beneath his feet made Ronan stop. He stared at his reflection on the water, swaying and vibrating with the orange light, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Even in the wizarding world, having the same dream repeatedly, especially a nightmare, within a short period of time is not a good omen.

Ronan subconsciously touched his chest, habitually calling out the name of Arahant in his mind.

He had been doing this for the past seven days, but had never received a response.

In the battle seven days ago, the Black Witch King, whose soul was on the verge of collapse, switched sides in a state of mental confusion.

It might not be accurate to call it a "defection" from the perspective of the Black Witch King, since his stance has never been entirely on their side.

Juventus died at the hands of Ronan, and Juventus was the only bloodline descendant of the Black Witch King. It was understandable that he chose to take Ronan with him before he died.

Then Arahant took the hit for Ronan, a seventh-level wizard's last stand.

The price was that Arajan was almost completely annihilated. The original soul of the golden ladybug is now reduced to a tiny soul imprint, smaller than a grain of rice, remaining in Ronan's body, and has fallen into a long slumber of unknown duration.

Ronan's soul power was also partially drained, leaving him extremely "weak." This weakness stemmed from his soul, making his physical injuries seem insignificant in comparison.

That's why Ronan is here now.

Serena arranged for him to "recuperate" here, and apart from a few people, no one knew his whereabouts.

The late autumn sunlight cast long, slanted shadows at Ronan's feet, and at a certain moment, those shadows began to writhe eerily as if they were alive.

Ronan watched his constantly writhing shadow, but no surprise appeared on his face. He simply watched quietly until a figure slowly emerged from the shadow.

"Anglie".

Ronan looked at the person in front of him and spoke calmly. Clearly, Anglie was one of the few people who had been able to find him.

"It looks like everything is over."

"I guess it's over."

Anglie returned to his initial relaxed and lazy demeanor, squinting his eyes and yawning as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society's power was almost completely shattered."

Of their three level sevens, Lindis died at your hands, the White Witch King was injured by Narros and eventually escaped into the Sunken Eye, and the other one also disappeared without a trace.
The remaining levels five and six are no longer a threat.

Your old flame from the Alba family is leading a campaign to wipe her out; now is the time for her to reap fame and rebuild her glory.”

"My relationship with Serena isn't what you think."

Ronan frowned and spoke coldly.

Anglie shrugged noncommittally. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he casually took out a black, live egg-like object and gently squeezed it in his hand.

A few seconds later, Anglie showed a slight look of surprise and said, "Oh, the White Witch King is dead too..."

"The White Witch King is dead?!"

Ronan was startled. "Are you sure?"

Anglie smiled and said, "You'll have to ask Narros about that."

A strange light flashed in Ronan's eyes, and he quickly followed up with, "Then who killed him?"

"Who else could it be?"

Anglie held the glowing, egg-shaped communication device in his hand, slowly kneading it. His smile gradually faded. "If I'm not mistaken, it's the third person who escaped..."

"Gorini"

For some reason, Ronan wasn't particularly surprised by the result.

Golini's fragile alliance with the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was already proven when Lindis died; Golini had no regard for friend or foe, he only wanted to achieve his own goals.

Who would have thought that in this great war that affected the entire Upper Ring Continent, both sides suffered heavy losses, yet this guy seemed to have become the biggest "winner".

"By the way, do you know where this guy comes from?"

Anglie asked casually.

Ronan shook his head, but still gave Anglie a general account of what had happened at the Temple of All Souls.

"The tail of the silver dragon".

After listening, Anglie stroked his smooth chin, a subtle glint in his wine-red eyes.

After a moment, he thoughtfully lowered his hand and said, "I think I've guessed a bit about this guy's identity and background."

"What is it?"

"It's related to a forbidden existence."

Anglie scribbled a few lines on the sand in front of them with his foot. Ronan glanced at it briefly, only managing to make out the first few syllables before Anglie quickly erased the marks.

"I'll tell you if you still want to know after I find a clue."

Angeli seemed to have been extremely interested in Golini's affairs. His eyes lit up slightly, and without even saying goodbye to Ronan, he turned into a shadow and left.

In the deep autumn valley, Ronan was once again all alone.

The oak forest in the distance rustled as several figures swiftly flew through the air. These were the three wizards Serena had arranged to "take care" of Ronan. The leader was a level six wizard, and the two beside him were also at the late stage of level five.

The three arrived in front of Ronan in an instant, their expressions showing belated tension and vigilance.

"grown ups."

Clearly, it was the slight magical fluctuation that appeared when Anglie left, a result of his intense emotions, that caught their attention.

Ronan shook his head and explained, "A friend of mine just came by."

The three men relaxed and then retreated. Every one of them looked at Ronan with heartfelt respect.

They were all participants in the final battle and witnessed firsthand the entire process of Ronan defeating and killing Juventus.

The golden light of dawn shone upon each of them.

The three men left, and Ronan simply sat down cross-legged on the riverbank.

Upon examining himself, he realized that his soul power and mental strength had declined to about the level of an early fourth-level wizard.

Even with the nourishment of the [Spirit Heart Amber] and the corresponding healing spells and potions, recovery will still take a considerable amount of time.

Only after his soul power recovers can he slowly awaken Arajan. Ronan had already known this countless times, and now, his mind was not on this matter.

Ronan thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand, and seven runes shimmering with iridescent light emerged from his palm.

Each of these seven runes is like a combination of countless changing musical notes. Of the seven inherited runes of Gu Yinduo, one of them was merged and mastered by him with the [Sound of Annihilation], thus forming the secret technique [Echoing Hell - Annihilation Bell], which is activated in conjunction with the power of the Dead Sea of ​​the Innocent Body.

"The Hell of Lingering Echoes should have seven levels."

Ronan looked at the seven runes in his hand and thought to himself.

The seven core schools of ancient Yinduo, including the Doomsday Bell, are only the first level. He still needs to slowly study and comprehend the subsequent levels.

The match against Juventus has already demonstrated the immense power of the Doomsday Bell's unleashing force; it almost completely unleashed Ronan's current Dead Sea power, forming an incredibly terrifying destructive sonic wave.

Its power, to some extent, even surpasses the rule-domain level of the fusion of ice and fire, [Ash Snow].

However, this move is a double-edged sword. While striking the opponent, it also damages one's own body. Even the ancient demonic body of the Thirty-Three Layers of the Conch Palace could not withstand it for long.

"No matter what, it's good for me."

Ronan's exploration of the power of "Ascetic Body Tempering" has always remained at the most primitive and superficial stage, simply relying on brute force to overpower others.

The appearance of [Echoes of Hell] finally gave Ronan a sophisticated "movement" that allowed him to properly control this great power. With his profound skills, his combat power also underwent a qualitative leap.

"Then"

After putting away the seven ancient runes of Guyinduo, Ronan exhaled gently, and a nebula-like shimmering light emerged from his mouth.

Countless star-like fragments of crystalline light surrounded a noble and magnificent golden hammer, which floated silently in front of Ronan.

The Hammer of Golin.

After unleashing unparalleled destructive power in the battle that killed Lindis, it has now fallen silent once again.

Like a vast, ancient furnace whose fuel has run out and whose fire has gone out, quietly waiting to be rekindled.

Without the blessing of the Archon set, Ronan may have to wait until after he officially emerges from the Dawn to activate the Hammer of Grin.

After all, this is a genuine Twilight-tier artifact.

Ronan also understood why this magical artifact had fallen into Juventus' hands. Even among Twilight-tier magical artifacts, the Hammer of Golin should be one of those that consumes a lot of resources and is extremely difficult to control.

Moreover, its dual nature of lightning and fire makes the requirements for its wielder extremely stringent.

The three Level 7 members of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, including the sycophantic and scheming Golini, had no chance of having the right to use it. Lindis's strength was forcibly increased by the power of the Abyss Demon God and the armor on his body, so he was not capable of mastering it.

The only one qualified and capable of using the White Witch King also has a conflicting attribute with the Hammer of Golin.

For these level 7 players, the Golin's Hammer is useless, far less convenient than their own magical tools and techniques. Therefore, Juventus, who inherited the Magic Set, is the most suitable user of it.

"It seems that Wallis didn't use it back then either."

Ronan was unaware of the reason, and trying to understand the thoughts of a Twilight Wizard with his Dawn-level perspective and knowledge was inherently a difficult task to solve.

"If my idea were feasible"

Ronan slowly turned his gaze to the nebula swirling around the Hammer of Corinth, his eyes flashing slightly. "Perhaps I won't need to wait until level seven to regain the ability to wield the Hammer of Corinth."

Imperial Law Set.

The broken magic armor set.

The three hammer blows that killed Lindis had a terrifying backlash that shattered nine pieces of the Archon set.

Although the magic armor was broken,
The legacy of the Archon of Herams still exists!

The countless fragments of the set surrounding the Hammer of Grin slowly merged together under Ronan's gaze, eventually transforming into nine dazzling orbs of light.

Within each cluster of light lies a mysterious rune that continuously fissions, resembling a star core.

These nine runes represent the true essence of the Heram's Lawbringer lineage.

Nine different [Spell Control] runes, like nine different fragments, when combined, form the legendary "King of Spell Control"!
Ronan once again recalled the last legend about Herams.

"The great Herams chased the twilight, clashing with the bloodlines of those ancient legends on the continents of the Middle Rings or below."

He fell.

But for a powerful person, even their last breath can last as long as an ordinary person's entire life.

Herams returned to the ring of his birthplace before his soul completely perished.

He left behind a set of nine pieces containing his legacy in various corners of the continent of Sheung Wan. Whoever collects the entire set can inherit his will.

"How could someone as proud as Herams possibly leave his successor such a heaven-defying artifact that can traverse the barrier between dawn and twilight without being damaged or harmed?"

Ronan's eyes gleamed with a strange light. He reached out and gently grasped the nine orbs of light representing the magic control before him, muttering to himself, "The breaking of the magic control set was inevitable."

"Heramus's will is hidden within these shattered armor sets."

"call--"

Nine orbs of light merged into Ronan's body one after another. At the same time, within Ronan's consciousness space, the purple cocoon representing the [Secret Chrysalis] quietly bloomed.

Countless rays of light spread across his body in an instant, like meridians, outlining traces of runes and veins.

He naturally entered the state of [The Butterfly of the Void: Transformation of Law].

Behind him, magnificent butterfly wings, like miniature nebulae, gently unfurled. Ronan felt the wondrous connection between the nine magic runes and the [Secret Chrysalis], and muttered to himself with a strange light in his eyes, "Juventus, you'll probably never guess this before you die."

Heramus had already placed the revelation in the [Secret Chrysalis].

Only by inscribing and imprinting all nine magic runes onto the body, like the [Secret Cocoon], can each piece of the set represent a corresponding part of the body.

Only then can one truly achieve the status of a Spellbinder without relying on set bonuses, becoming the King of Spellbinders!

(End of this chapter)