Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 477 [The Real and Illusory Palace of the Minotaur], Fenrir Realm
The extended mental energy slowly withdrew from Kosty's position. Ronan looked at the golden arrow symbol in front of him, which resembled a buoy, and asked with a strange expression, "Is it that simple?"

At this moment, the golden chain ring was soaking in a slowly writhing pool of blood. This blood seemed to have unlocked a hidden rune restriction on the chain ring, and behind the restriction was a clue that clearly pointed to the location of the treasure vault.

"For goblins, it's that simple."

Iris pressed her bleeding, cut wrist and whispered, "What does Master think the treasure vault means to the treasure-hunting goblins?"

"To store the treasures they stole?"

"If that's all there is to it, then there's absolutely no need to leave behind a key that even outsiders could easily use to open the door."

Iris shook his head, then looked at the golden ring in front of them, which was covered in his blood, and slowly said: "Legend has it that the first treasure-stealing goblin in the world, the King of the Goblins, built the world's first and greatest private treasure, which contains supreme treasures that even the gods covet."

Countless people have risked their lives for this treasure, some have even found its location and entered successfully, but no one has ever been able to retrieve even a single copper coin from it.
Later treasure-hunting goblins followed suit, but their purpose in building treasure vaults was not merely to store the treasures they had obtained through theft and fraud, but to acquire even more wealth.”

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought of something. "The real purpose of building a treasure trove is to attract a constant stream of treasure hunters and then obtain the treasures they carry."

"Wise as you are."

Iris smiled and nodded, "No amount of wealth can satisfy the greedy, stingy, and selfish nature of the treasure-hunting goblins."

Compared to searching the world for treasure, waiting for wealth to come to you is undoubtedly an easier and more convenient idea.

"And the treasure hunters that the treasure-hunting goblins are most looking forward to are undoubtedly their fellow goblins who are just as wealthy as they are."

Ronan roughly understood what Iris was trying to say.

The Chain Rings are bait deliberately spread out; it's a comical and absurd gold-hunting game belonging to the treasure-hunting goblin clan.

Each of them is both a hunter and prey, like a group of crazy gamblers, each believing they will be the smartest and the ultimate winner.

This game has been going on since ancient times and continues to this day, with enormous wealth circulating among them.

"No wonder you were able to solve the puzzle above so easily."

Because Aerys possesses a portion of the purest treasure-hunting goblin blood.

"If you keep the ring with you, it will guide you to the correct location as long as you enter the area where the treasure vault is located."

Iris paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, there are certain risks involved in entering the treasure vault."

Ronan nodded, and then slowly put the chain ring in front of him on the little finger of his left hand.

He wasn't a wizard who relied heavily on magical artifacts in combat, so besides two space rings, there were still many empty spaces on his ten fingers.

Aerys's story reminded Ronan of his own experience entering the Silver Ear Gnome Vault. Now that he thought about it, the goblin he encountered inside was probably not the true owner of the vault, but rather a "thief" who entered later, just like them.

Even the chain ring he's currently wearing might have been deliberately left behind for him by the other party.

The last time he went in, he was with Jason.

A bald man's image flashed through Ronan's mind, and a faint emotion flickered in his eyes.

He had almost forgotten when he last met Jason. After the battle of the Sunken Eye, he followed Jason's message to the wizard town where they first met, but all he found was a hat with a message Jason had left for him. The message did not explain where Jason had gone in the end.
Those who once stood shoulder to shoulder with him in Sheung Wan are now fading from his memory one by one.

Ronan casually gave Iris a few instructions, then left from under the Blood Tree and flew across the sky until he stopped at the edge of the misty space.

Ronan opened a small silver door embedded in the high wall of mist and stepped inside. In a daze, he seemed to hear the clear, bell-like laughter of a child. Before him was a strange room with six mirrors on each side.

The secret room of the Minotaur.

The room was filled with intense spatial fluctuations.

Ronan sat cross-legged in the center of the room. In his mind, the Void Mirror, representing the spatial inheritance of the Minotaur, was continuously pouring down silver sand containing spatial insights.

"[Space Mirror Technique - The Secret Room of the Minotaur (Master 1587/1600)]."

On the character panel, the proficiency of [Spatial Mirror Technique] is already very close to the master level.

In the two years that Ronan spent in the sinking tunnel, his greatest progress was in his mastery of spatial magic, and he was only a few steps away from breaking through to the Grandmaster level.

Ronan closed his eyes, recalling his previous battle with the Void Worm, and a flood of insights burst forth in his mind like silver sparks.

On the character panel, the proficiency of [Spatial Mirror Technique] is gradually increasing.

Ronan had a premonition that he was about to break through; with the spatial inheritance from the Minotaur, he might not even encounter a bottleneck.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how much time had passed, at some point.

"Click——"

As Ronan, who was in the center of the room, suddenly opened his eyes, his two eyes shone with a brilliant silver light, as if they were made of pure silver.

The walls around the room, above and below, shattered with a crash, and countless figures of Ronan, large and small, in the broken mirror fragments vanished in the process.

An even larger room rose from these fragments, and countless silver prisms flew rapidly toward Ronan like a swarm of butterflies.
Just then, a voice rang in Ronan's mind, with a hint of urging.

Damian!

Before Ronan could fully process his insights from this breakthrough, he had already vanished from the room.

At the same time, Ronan's figure suddenly appeared in the deep, long, sunken tunnel.

“Someone is casting a spell outside; you can take this opportunity to leave.”

Following Arajan's guidance, Ronan saw that in a location not far away, the inner wall of the passageway was slowly melting under a strange magical fluctuation, and then forming a pale silver vortex.

"Can you pinpoint the landing point of this exit?"

Ronan stared at the gradually forming vortex and asked Arazan.

"Uncertain, but it should be in Central Mainland."

Ronan listened to Alazan's words, his eyes flickering slightly.

The direction of the spell anchor behind the spatial vortex is quite different from the direction of the summoning of the Golden City, but fortunately it is not completely opposite. It seems that I can only enter the central ring first and then find a way to reach the Golden City.

After a brief consideration, Ronan quickly made a decision.

He stood amidst the increasingly turbulent spatial currents, quietly waiting for the vortex in front of him to fully form.

Once the exit is truly stable, they will seize the opportunity to break away from the tunnel.

However, at that moment, a strange fluctuation came from behind Ronan.

He turned around quickly, and the next moment he saw a palm-sized black "piece of paper" slowly float out from a narrow crevice in space.

The black paper was only a thin layer, and it looked like a child's haphazardly cut-out handicraft.

But soon, the irregularly shaped black "paper" began to expand rapidly in front of Ronan, like an inflating balloon.

"boom!"

Large amounts of black and red flames rose up, and an aura filled with countless negative emotions such as chaos, sin, and pain permeated the passageway.

From within the flames, a ferocious and terrifying behemoth slowly emerged.

When that fierce, cruel gaze fell upon him, Ronan felt a slight burning sensation from his very soul.

The spatial vortex expanded rapidly behind him, and Ronan seemed to understand something.

"Or...you go first?"

"Roar--"

With a low growl, a sudden surge of black and red flames completely engulfed a section of the passageway.

The void itself became violently distorted under the scorching power.

Ronan quietly emerged from another location.

He stared at the ferocious monster that firmly occupied the vortex's exit and was staring intently at him, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from it that seemed to belong to another world.

The monster sensed his presence, let out a low growl, and the dark red flames, seemingly formed from pain and sin and emitting a strong sulfurous smell, swept towards him once more.

Ronan simply took a light breath and then slowly opened his arms.

His eyes quietly transformed into a pure silver hue, with shimmering silver light and mysterious, enigmatic energy rapidly spreading outwards from him.

"No need to talk?"

"That's perfect, I'll use you to test my newly mastered technique."

"【Forbidden. The Real and Illusory Palace of the Minotaur】!"

Countless blinding silver lights erupted from Ronan's body, instantly engulfing the entire tunnel.

In the desolate wilderness, a bright white full moon hangs high, and a light mist hangs like a veil around it.

Beneath this peaceful and tranquil surface lay a scene of utter devastation.

Flames, quicksand, frost—various elemental landscapes coexist in a small area, with charred or rotting corpses scattered everywhere, and blood dripping like beads in the air.
Everything under the moonlight proclaimed that a fierce and tragic wizarding war had just taken place here.

"Cough cough cough-"

Favara coughed softly, his brow furrowed with the deep weariness of someone who hadn't slept for days. His robes were spotless, but he was missing an eye, an ear, and an arm. His spiritual energy was nearly depleted, his soul was aching, and the three-colored elemental orbs that surrounded him floated slowly, their light dim.

Fawara

A head with a full head of curly hair peeked out from behind Favora and called his name softly.

The boy reached out to grab Favora's arm, but Favora grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Go back! Don't come out!"

Favara rebuked him firmly, seemingly not wanting the boy to do what he was about to do. The boy bit his lower lip hard, but finally gave in to Favara's stern gaze and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Ta-ta-"

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps came from ahead.

Favara used his only remaining arm to firmly shield the boy behind him. When he looked up, the weariness and pain on his face were once again concealed by a faint air of authority.

In the direction where the moonlight was shining, a tall, slender figure was slowly walking towards him.

He moved unhurriedly, the moonlight solidifying into a long, tangible ladder beneath his feet, constantly striking his boots and producing a clear, rhythmic sound.

When the footsteps stopped completely, a young and handsome man appeared before Favora. He was wearing a magnificent and wide white-gold cloak, and with a smile on his face, he politely bowed to Favora.

"Teacher."

"I can think of anyone."

Favara looked at the handsome man in front of her, her eyes filled with complex and heartache, and slowly said, "But I never expected it to be you, Born."

"I never expected it to be you."

The handsome man murmured with emotion, "In my mind, you have always been a wise and all-around person."

I admire you as I admire the sun in the sky.

But you did something so foolish.

The handsome man's tone suddenly turned cold, becoming low and urgent, "One of the most renowned elder wizards of Valenza, the Twilight Tower named after you is already under construction. In another hundred years, no, just fifty years, you will become the most distinguished person in Valenza."
Yet you, at this crucial moment, have chosen to become a traitor to the entire Valenza, and even the entire realm!

The man's handsome face twisted into a grimace as he stared intently at Fawara, growling in a low, menacing voice, "Did you consider my situation when you made this decision?"

Your disciple, a disciple who bears the name of a traitor to the Wolf God?!

Faced with this question, Favara opened his mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately lowered his gaze and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Born."

The handsome man's anger had subsided, and a smile returned to his face.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, my mentor.”

If you still consider me your disciple, then…

The handsome man spoke softly, "Please hand over the child."

Leave it to me, we'll go back together.

It's not too late. Lord Ruther will forgive you for everything you did before. You are still the First Sage Wizard of Valenza.

“You don’t know what that child represents, Born.”

Favara shook his head, his expression serious. "I did not betray you. On the contrary, I was protecting you, protecting...this whole world."

The handsome man looked at Favora quietly for a few breaths, then spoke softly: "Lord Ruther is right, my mentor."

The long years have corrupted your wisdom and tainted your mind with ignorance.

You should not sit in the tower, but be offered up on the altar to become the sacrifice for the next 'Holy Communion'.

Upon hearing this, Favara's expression gradually turned cold. "Born, I really don't want to lay a hand on you."

"Luther should have come in person, instead of sending you to your death."

The hem of Favara's robe fluttered, and the boy who had appeared once before also popped out, glaring angrily at the handsome man.

The handsome man's eyes lit up when he saw the boy.

"Is this him? Teacher, please give this child to me!"

Favara ignored the man's words and silently chanted a spell. The three elemental orbs surrounding him shone brightly, becoming magnificent and dazzling once again, radiating intense and powerful energy fluctuations.

The handsome man reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the boy and looked back at Fawara.

Favara's aura was rising steadily, soon reaching a height that was beyond his reach, but the handsome man didn't seem to care.

"Teacher, everything I have is thanks to you."

You know me as well as I know you.

The handsome man spoke in a low voice: "You knew all along that I was the one chasing you, but you pretended not to know in order to buy time to heal and recover, right?"

Favara remained expressionless, simply reaching out and gently tapping the three-colored elemental orbs in front of him.

The handsome man then smiled slyly and said, "Unfortunately, you don't know that I was also deliberately stalling for time."

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and threw something out.

The object looked like an old, rusty iron plate with strange patterns engraved on its surface.

The moment the man threw it, wisps of black and red flames shot out from the iron plate, instantly outlining a huge, ancient portal in mid-air, filled with a dark and bloody style.

An evil and terrifying aura instantly spread throughout the area as the portal appeared. Black and red flames, filled with the smell of sin, slithered around like snakes, and even the full moon in the sky seemed to be stained with a mysterious black and red color.

Upon seeing the portal appear, Favara's previously composed expression instantly crumbled, and he blurted out, "The Prisoner's Token?! Ruther actually took this out and gave it back to you?!"

"It's just one of the low-level gadgets."

The handsome man laughed heartily, spreading his arms wide, his figure almost blending into the black and red portal above his head, exuding an endless aura of evil and antiquity.

"But it's more than enough to deal with you in your current state!"

After saying that, the handsome man looked up and, with a frenzied and devout posture, loudly chanted the final incantation.

"Guardian of endless purgatory, glutton of evil, messenger of judgment for sin."

As the handsome man chanted, Favara's energy field was completely suppressed by the mysterious aura.

Intense magical fluctuations emanated from the center of the ancient, evil portal in the sky, and the illusory portal suddenly burst open.

Endless, blackish-red flames, resembling stagnant blood, erupted forth, accompanied by a shrill and terrifying growl. A dog-like head, neither dog nor mangled, suddenly emerged from the doorway.

Favara was shocked and his face turned extremely pale.

In contrast, the handsome man appeared feverish and intoxicated.

"Descend, Cerberus! The three-headed hound of the gates of purgatory, tear apart all that is our enemy!"

He spoke softly, like a devout believer.

Finally, amidst his prayers, the head of that terrifying hellhound emerged completely from the portal.

then
"Gulu——"

The enormous, menacing dog head, as big as a small mountain, emerged and then plummeted from the sky like a meteor, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud "boom".

Immediately following, the second head, the third...
Pieces of severed limbs and broken arms were continuously thrown out from behind the door like rain.

The handsome man's expression froze, and even Fawara was stunned.

What was happening before their eyes seemed to be completely different from what they had expected.

Finally, the last piece of the limb fell off.

Behind the ancient door that seemed about to close, a pair of long, strong hands suddenly reached out and pressed down on both sides of the door.

Then, "click click click—"

Amidst the grating sound, a tall and slender young man slowly emerged from behind the door.

A figure treads on the murky moonlight, gently landing atop the mountain of vicious dog carcasses. The dark robe, as black as night, is billowing high in the chaotic air currents, radiating a mysterious luster like dragon scales.

The silent full moon overhead underwent a strange transformation at this moment, rapidly changing from bright white to oily green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally blinking a few times like an evil and sinister eye.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, the young man who had just landed seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up, staring at the eerie green moon above his head, which resembled the eyes of a wolf.

"Arajan, can you find out where we've landed yet?"

"It seems you are currently in the Fenrir Realm."

Damian.

Starting today, I'll update regularly and consistently!
(End of this chapter)