Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 472 The Corpse Court is Established, and the Laws are Initially Formed

In fact, Ronan has already verified his idea.

During his seven days of recuperation, he had already tried to inscribe the [Spell Control] rune on his right arm, which was naturally the one he was most familiar with inside the Spell Control Armlet.

Branding runes onto flesh and blood is a body modification that many wizards attempt.

But it was only when Ronan actually took action that he realized what he was doing was completely different from using magic to modify the body.

The difference between heaven and earth.

"This is the bloodline created by Herams. The blood of the Law Master."

This 'blood' is also a legacy, the crystallization of Herams' boundless wisdom and supreme ambition, which cannot be erased by time.

Ronan "looked" at his right arm, where he used to wear the magic arm ring. Beneath the skin, there were star-like runes imprinted on it, shimmering with a lively light.

Arajan once said that his physical body was the most perfect rune vessel he had ever seen, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Ronan now understands the meaning of Alazan's words.

The high compatibility of the 【Innocent Body】with runes directly saves him from the possible rejection and damage to his physical body during the engraving process. No adjustments or adjustments are needed, and the whole process is as natural as water flowing into a channel.

Ronan's current concern is that when he casts spells in the future, the amplification of spells by [Spell Control] will have to occur within his body.

Just like when he used [Spell Control] as his soul imprint, the backlash from the massive energy mobilized when casting spells would be entirely borne by his physical body. Even the Spell Control set would shatter and break under this backlash. Although he was quite confident in the strength of his [Innocent Body], his previous experience wearing the Spell Control set made him realize that at this stage, even after enduring it twice, which meant his physical body had been amplified ten thousand times, it had reached its limit.

Three million-fold increases would not only cause the entire body to explode, but the physical body would also be severely damaged and destroyed.

"But if the approach is correct, Herams should already have a solution to this problem."

Since he chose to attribute the power to himself, it proves that the wizard's own body must possess certain advantages that no material can match.

A complete lineage of magical arts can be amplified nine times in succession on a certain basis. Are there any magical artifacts or materials in the world that can withstand this power?
If it can't even be done with the help of external objects, how can its fragile flesh and blood bear it?
Ronan didn't know, but he did know one thing: the wisdom and creativity of wizards were limitless.

Those wizarding ancestors who have vanished into the long river of time have created too many "miracles" that later generations find incredible and unimaginable.

As the most legendary and brilliant wizard in the history of the entire Upper Ring Continent, Ronan would not be surprised at all if Herams were one of them.

"Once the first [Arcane] rune is inscribed, we'll know the answer."

Ronan exited the state of [Void Butterfly] and entered meditation by the tranquil riverbank. While projecting himself into a dream to heal the wounds on his soul, he continued to inscribe the mysteries of [Arcane] into his body little by little.

The "demonic calamity" unleashed by the White Witch King in conjunction with the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was like a terrifying storm. After the source of the storm was destroyed, the calamity finally began to gradually dissipate.

Throughout the Upper Ring continent, more than 100,000 wizards perished in this "demonic calamity" or suffered the torment of being corrupted by the power of the abyss.

Numerous wizarding forces and schools perished as a result, and of the three great wizarding empires that once dominated the central region, only the Life Empire remains.

The political landscape on the mainland has changed, and countless forces have been reshuffled.

In the aftermath of this calamity, two names shone brightly like the sun: one was Serena Alba, the last remaining royal bloodline of the Court of Life and the first queen in the history of the Alba royal family, the "Emerald Sun."

During the most difficult and desperate period for the entire Upper Ring wizarding world when the demonic calamity raged, she united most of the available forces in the name of the Alba royal family and resisted to the very end.

After the demonic calamity ended, Serena led her followers on a relentless campaign to wipe out the remnants of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, her emerald spear dripping with demonic blood.

The other person was the "Golden Dawn" of the former Empire of Destiny.

Countless people witnessed him, with his level 5 body, defeat and kill Juventus, who had almost completed the entire set of Herams' magical artifacts, fallen into the abyss, and whose strength was infinitely close to that of Twilight.

This is an incredible feat.

In the hearts of countless people, he is the true key to victory in the battle against the demonic calamity. Just as the prophecy of the dead prophet said, he is the "savior" who turned the tide and saved the entire Upper Ring Continent from fire and water!
Level 7 battlefield?

Most people cannot see such a distant place; their gaze can only linger at the edge of dawn, where they see a person shouldering everything under a murky sky filled with shadowy shadows.

So even though "Golden Dawn" disappeared after that battle, in many people's hearts, his status is still far above that of Serena.

Countless people have followed in his footsteps with fervor, recounting his legends and stories time and again.

Two years later.

Underground, the Quevada Oasis.

Like a murky sky teeming with clumps of putrefactive bacteria, countless corpses—some with ram's horns and human bodies, others twisted and deformed, and still others draped in robes yet not resembling human forms—piled up like mountains.

At the top of this mountain of corpses, a handsome young man with white hair and wearing a black robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He exuded an obscure and mysterious aura, his robes billowed without wind, and black stars were revealed in the void behind him and above his head.

At a certain moment, those dark stars lit up simultaneously, forming a line.

In an instant, a vast, boundless aura of death was drawn down from the void, and the mountain of corpses beneath the youth suddenly collapsed and turned into sand.

From each disintegrating corpse, a faint black light emerged, like countless black fireflies rapidly rising into the air, eventually converging behind the youth to form a huge halo resembling a dark meteorite.

An indescribable aura of coldness, desolation, and death emanated from the young man, making him the most powerful and evil being even in this decaying land.

At this moment, the old square-cornered cowbell in the young man's hand shook gently, and a ghost with bloodshot eyes and a pale, boyish appearance quickly flew out of the cowbell.

It wobbled as it rose into the air, and the overwhelming death energy that had gathered there seemed to have found its home, all rushing into the boy's body.

The latter's body rapidly expanded, as if it had suddenly acquired some kind of physical form.

One could see gnarled, full muscles bulging from its thin body, but they quickly rotted away, turning into pus, blood, and bodily fluids that flowed downwards. Its once handsome face became terrifying and grotesque, and its eyes were filled with pain and struggle.

The meteorite ring behind the youth dispersed and quickly condensed into the outline of a series of corpse steps beneath the boy's ghost's feet.

A throne filled with darkness and death appeared out of thin air, and a young ghost sat on it, his strong, decaying body covered with magnificent armor, looking every bit like a tyrannical undead king.

When the twisted crown was placed on its head, the last trace of pain and struggle in its eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a strong sense of majesty and violence.

Just then, a tall and slender figure appeared silently.

The newly born undead tyrant seemed to have found its target immediately. Without saying a word, it suddenly drew its rusty, decaying king's longsword from its waist and swiftly slashed at the approaching figure.

The sword stirred up countless deathly energies in the void, forming a gigantic black sword rainbow. Wherever it passed, even the void itself was tainted with a thick aura of death and decay.

The newcomer remained calm and unhurried, simply spreading out a patch of shadow. A powerful black sword rainbow landed on the sky-like shadow, and the newcomer silently sank into it.

Immediately following, an invisible vortex emerged from the shadowy sky, unleashing a terrifying suction force that instantly pulled the tyrant from his throne, causing him to stagger towards the vortex.

As the tyrant and the throne were about to be swallowed by the vortex of shadow, the handsome white-haired youth who had been sitting still and in control of everything quietly opened his eyes.

His eyes were an eerie, deathly white, without pupils, only two black, tomoe-like orbs spinning rapidly within them.

"Sagadi"

The young man uttered obscure, hoarse ancient syllables, and facing the vortex of shadows before him, he raised one hand and gently pointed out with one finger.

In that instant, everything seemed to freeze in time.

The trembling throne, the disheveled tyrant, the shattered staircase, and the leaking death energy all converged into a single point, transforming into a massive black ball of light resembling a dead meteorite, which rapidly propelled forward.

In an instant, the vortex in the shadows showed signs of collapsing.

The newcomer squinted, and a dragon-wing-shaped shadow unfolded behind him, then a second, a third, and a fourth.
The shadows, resembling dragon wings, rapidly overlapped, finally transforming into a massive, narrow scythe that fell and slashed horizontally—

Silently, the black meteorite split in two, and the deathly aura that dissipated after its destruction was swallowed up by the shadow waves rolled out by the scythe.
"If your admirers and followers outside knew that the golden dawn in their hearts, which is more radiant and majestic than the sun, is now such an evil figure filled with death, I wonder if their faith would collapse."

The shadows that filled the sky disappeared behind Anglie like folded wings. He looked at Ronan and said loudly in an exaggerated tone.

Ronan stood up calmly, the paleness and magatama in his eyes disappearing, and the vast deathly aura surrounding him receding as well.

"It seems you've figured out Golini's origins." Anglie's smile faded, and he shook his head slightly. "I went to the Temple of Spirits you mentioned, but I couldn't find the fifth level..."

"Then why did you come to me?"

"Goodbye."

"You're leaving?!"

Ronan's expression shifted slightly. "Heading to Central?"

Anglie nodded slowly. "To be precise, Narros couldn't wait to leave. He will lead the Ghost Flower Society back to Central."

He asked me to ask if you wanted to come along.

Don't blame me for not warning you, the Eye of Depression will close again soon.

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "You guys go first. Once we get to Central, how should we contact each other?"

Communication tools used in the Upper Ring Continent may lose their effectiveness in the Central Ring Continent, just like when Ronan first arrived in the Central Region from the South.

"I knew you would answer like that."

Anglie chuckled and casually tossed something to Ronan.

Ronan caught it and found that it was the black egg that he had seen Anglie use before. Its surface was unusually soft, and there seemed to be something alive inside.

"This is a communication snake personally bred by Narros. If you encounter any problems and need to contact him, you can crush the eggs."

If he wants to find you, the egg will hatch on its own.

Ronan nodded and carefully put the snake eggs away.

"I think it's fine for you to stay here."

Anglie suddenly said, half-jokingly, "With your current reputation, you could easily build a vast empire with a simple call to arms once you're out there. Even that Alba girl who's been running around destroying demon lairs until her legs almost gave out, is nowhere near as powerful as you..."
Everyone compares you to Herams; you are the first genius wizard in Upper Ring Continent to date who can rival him.

Ronan seemed to have thought of something and shook his head, saying, "Compared to Herams, I am just a toddler learning to speak and walk."

"You're better than him at least in one respect."

Angre smiled. "He's dead, but you're still alive."

Ronan ignored Anglie's nonsensical words, looked at him calmly, and asked, "Anglie, next time we meet, will we be friends or rivals?"

The two stared at each other silently in mid-air. After a moment, Anglie's lips slowly curled up. "I'm not sure."

But you'd better keep at this pace of progress.

"Next time we meet, if you're too weak, I won't hesitate to kill you... Little Ronan."

After speaking, Anglie's figure transformed into an ink-like shadow in the void and slowly faded away.

Ronan watched Anglie leave until Anglie's presence completely disappeared before turning his gaze away.

For the past two years, he has been staying in the Quevada Oasis, not only because he is undisturbed, but also because he hopes to find some revelations left by the prophet Eve.

In the past two years, thanks to the [Spirit Heart Amber] and the soul nourishment that Serena continuously sent him, his injuries to his soul power have finally been completely healed and have even increased, barely reaching the late stage of level five.

However, Arahand showed no signs of waking up yet. Instead, the soul imprint left in his body shone slightly brighter, indicating that Arahand's condition was slowly improving.

After the demonic calamity, too many abyssal monsters and the corpses of ancient witch resurrection cultists were left on the continent. Ronan simply took some of them and began to cultivate the basics of the Death Star inheritance he had obtained from Sallanchi—[Sagadi's Garden of Corpses].

The skill level is not high, and the power of the spells can only be described as mediocre.

However, its strength lies in its enormous potential, with significant room for future growth.

"Using Ashya as the vessel for the death energy of the Court of Corpses seems a bit inadequate. Ashya is, after all, just a mere level four undead. If I could obtain a powerful corpse, the power of this spell could be rapidly and significantly enhanced."

Those level seven cultivators who perished during the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society were all excellent cultivation materials, but unfortunately, none of their corpses survived.

The only one that is well-preserved is probably the body of King Alba.

But that was even more impossible. No matter how grateful the Empire of Life was to him, Serena would not agree to hand over King Alba's body.

Ronan thought casually, then slowly pulled up his robe, revealing his well-proportioned and smoothly sculpted right arm.

Only he could perceive that beneath that smooth and resilient skin, a purple cocoon of light, resembling a [secret pupa], was deeply rooted.

With a slight thought, Ronan's cocoon of light quietly opened, releasing countless purple rays that naturally merged into his flesh and blood, and even his soul.

It is perfectly integrated with the texture of flesh and blood, and the veins of the soul.

In an instant, a vast amount of energy was drawn down from the unknown void and poured into Ronan's right arm.

As if fiery star veins were rolling through his flesh, Ronan's entire right elbow and above began to rapidly crystallize, with rings of purple starlight emerging, just like the magic armbands he had worn before, but with some differences.

These star rings were connected to his bloodline, as if they were a natural part of his body. Ronan could mobilize the massive energy contained within them with every move he made.

"Body of Law Control"

The radiance emanating from the dazzling star ring on his semi-crystalline right arm bathed Ronan's pupils and white hair in a hazy, luxurious purple. He raised his hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at the barren, decaying plains of Quevada.

"【Armor】!"

"Om-"

A black hole of energy, exuding a strong aura of taboo, suddenly appeared in the field of vision. As it rotated slightly, its terrifying annihilation power shattered large swathes of the void and even affected the earth beneath.

Ronan raised his hand, looked at his right arm with its flowing star rings, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Just as he had anticipated, after the first [Arcane] rune was successfully inscribed, a part of the Arcane Body was also formed.

With the support of part of the Body of Law, the backlash from a single [Law of Law] amplification had almost no effect on him. He could easily withstand it without even activating the Ancient Demon Body.

Originally, the secret technique [Forbidden Black Hole] could be amplified twice, that is, by the [Spell Control] rune in the soul seal and the Spell Control armband, which is two hundred times the original value.

Now that the [Arcane] talisman is engraved on his soul and flesh, and he no longer has the Arcane Armband, he is only left with the effect of a single hundredfold amplification. The ultimate power of [Forbidden Black Hole] has been reduced.

However, the advantage is that there is no backlash, and after the [Spell Control] inscription was successfully completed and a part of the Spell Control Body was formed, his right arm with the Star Ring seemed to be connected to the unknown void, with an almost inexhaustible supply of energy, allowing him to cast spells repeatedly in a short period of time.

"The key is still the second inscription of the [God's Law]."

When the two runes work together, achieving a ten-thousand-fold amplification effect, it will far exceed the amplification effect of two stacked runes of two hundred times.

Ronan thought to himself.

He has already begun the analysis and research of the second [Spell Control], still choosing the arm position, this time the hand guard, representing "Heramus's Spell Control Touch".

However, as one of the core inherited runes of Herams, the second [Arcane] rune is still extremely mysterious and complex.

Ronan had forgotten how long it took him to fully understand his first [Arcane] rune.

"Understanding, comprehending, and engraving. It takes at least ten years or even longer to fully master a single rune."

There are eight more runes.

Ronan roughly calculated that it would probably take nearly a hundred years to achieve a complete body that could control the laws of nature.

"Fortunately, I'm still young."

This was the only way he could console himself.

(End of this chapter)