Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 478 The Legendary List of Dracolis, the Ten Great Ancient Beasts

"Fenrir Realm."

Ronan murmured the name, and the moon in the night sky before him continued to turn green.

The moonlight shone on him, initially like jade, then slowly turning into rusty copper.

Green moonlight gathered around him, seeping through his flesh, as if it were living things trying to burrow into his soul.

A bone-chilling cold rose from the depths of Ronan's heart. In the dim light, he saw large patches of dark cloud-like shadows emerging around the full moon above, which then slowly formed a huge black wolf shadow in the sky.

The green full moon was positioned directly between the wolf's eyebrows, like a third eye, coldly watching him.
"What's going on? Arahan!"

Ronan unleashed his full mental power to resist the all-pervasive moonlight, while simultaneously asking himself questions in his mind.

"It is Fenrir's blessing."

"Fenrir's blessing?"

Ronan frowned.

Although Arahant used the word "blessing," Ronan did not sense any joy for him in his tone, and he instinctively felt resistant.

“Some of your potential has been recognized by Fenrir, and it is trying to leave its mark on you.”

Alazan murmured with emotion, "I originally thought you would only receive such treatment when you first set foot in Phoenix Realm and Ice Ruins, but I didn't expect that the first person to take a liking to you would be Fenrir."

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"If you are willing to become a follower of Fenrir, that would be a great thing."

Ronan stopped asking questions, and didn't have time to ask any more.

At this moment, the mysterious power contained in the green moonlight had invaded his soul. The [Spirit Heart Amber] played a certain role in resisting it, but it still left a mark in his body. Now, as long as Ronan closes his eyes slightly, a huge wolf shadow that coldly stares at him and whose face cannot be seen will appear in front of him.

At the same time, the mountain of corpses piled up beneath his feet began to tremble.

The sinful fire from purgatory rose again. The three-headed hound of purgatory, which he had forcibly "dismembered" in the sinking tunnel, now had black tentacles growing from the cuts of each of its body parts. These tentacles then intertwined and quickly reassembled.
"Roar!"

Three overlapping roars erupted into one furious sound, and endless black and red flames burst forth like a volcano beneath Ronan's feet. As he stepped aside, the massive three-headed hellhound emerged from the flames, completely unharmed.

The previously stunned Born finally snapped out of his daze, rushed forward, pointed at Favara and the other man not far away, and shouted, "Cerberus, help me catch them!"

But the revived infernal hound ignored his command, let out a howl, and pounced straight at Ronan.

"let's go!"

Favara, who was standing to the side, also snapped out of her shock and immediately grabbed the curly-haired boy behind her, quickly retreating into the distance.

"Damn it!"

Born watched Favara and the other man flee, his face grim. He wanted to give chase, but faced with the threat of being alone with Favara, he weighed his options briefly. Finally, he turned his gaze to the mysterious figure that appeared in mid-air alongside the hound of purgatory, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"Then I'll deal with you first."

He didn't know what went wrong with the process of summoning Cerberus, why the terrifying hellhound had descended in the form of corpses, or why it had also emerged from the summoning portal.

However, he now clearly sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the mysterious wizard were only at level five.

Although he felt a little uneasy, with his level six wizarding skills and the addition of "Cerberus", what could possibly happen?
Once Cerberus's anger is appeased, he will obediently follow his instructions and quickly catch up with Favara again.

"Roar--"

Black and red flames, accompanied by a violent roar, instantly filled the entire sky.

This flame was unlike any fire magic Ronan had ever encountered before; it contained an intense sense of evil, and even just staring at it possessed a terrifying magic that could lead people to depravity and madness.

However, Ronan had already felt this force in the sinking tunnel and did not appear flustered.

Endless black and red flames formed a terrifying vortex in the sky, swirling wildly around Ronan.

Ronan's eyes subtly transformed into a pure silver hue, with countless mirror-like lights spreading around him like a rapidly unfolding silver Rubik's Cube.

Each mirror light seemed to connect to an unknown world. Once all the black and red flames entered his mental field, they were immediately divided and dissolved, disappearing into the mirror light. Ronan seemed to be in an invincible realm.

"Go to hell!"

A chilling voice drifted across the chaotic battlefield, and Born, clad in a platinum cloak, appeared high in the sky.

He formed a hand seal, and a large amount of free energy gathered behind him, instantly condensing into a Dharma body giant that was over two hundred meters tall.

This avatar resembled a mysterious statue, its entire body covered in intricate stripes. It held a scepter, upon which the three elemental energies of ice, fire, and quicksand converged, emanating a suppressive and terrifying aura. It struck Ronan's back with what appeared to be a slow but actually swift blow.

Ronan didn't even glance at him. He simply raised his hand, and the countless mirror lights that had accumulated to a peak around him suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, countless bright silver rays of light burst forth!

"Shh-"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

In the sky, the surging, continuous infernal fire was silently cut into small, black and red cubes, separating from each other.

The roar of the three-headed hound of purgatory abruptly ceased, its massive body remaining motionless. Then, along with Born, who was also frozen behind Ronan, and the divine statue holding the scepter, it silently disintegrated into pieces.

"Click——"

A sound like something breaking rang out.

With a deathly pale face, Born tumbled awkwardly from a distant point in the void.

He looked down at the gray stone tablet in his palm, which was completely shattered beyond recognition. Incredulously, he slowly raised his head and stared at the tall, slender figure emitting a faint silver light in the distance with a look of utter disbelief.

"This is Level 5?!"

Born now finally understands why Cerberus arrived in the form of severed limbs.

That monster.

That monster that descended with Cerberus!

On the surface, he only appeared to be a level five wizard, but in a single encounter, he almost shredded his body and soul into pieces!
Ronan stood calmly in place, his eyes seemingly filled with flowing mercury.

The real and the virtual palace of the Minotaur!
When the [Spatial Mirror Technique] successfully advances to the Grandmaster level, which is the realm of forbidden magic, it finally begins to reveal the unpredictability and domineering nature of spatial magic.

【The Minotaur's Palace of Reality and Illusion】is only at the beginning of the forbidden realm, and its understanding of the rules is far from being reached. However, with its exquisite transformations, it can easily resist the infernal fire of the rule control level. Moreover, it also contains the spatial collapse and spatial rupture power that Ronan once dreamed of. It is a combination of offense and defense, and its comprehensive ability is almost comparable to his several trump card moves.

There's a saying in the wizarding world: "When time is out of the question, space reigns supreme." This isn't just a casual remark; the power of spatial magic far surpasses that of ordinary elemental magic.

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"Crack-pump-"

The three-headed hound of purgatory, which he had just slicing into countless pieces using his spatial mirror technique, was now sprouting tentacles again, showing signs of healing and regeneration. "That's the nature of purgatory creatures; they're difficult to kill completely, only to be driven away or suppressed."

Arajan whispered in his mind, "They are born from the sins of all living things, and Purgatory is said to be one of the derivative planes of the Abyss."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and after a moment, his silver eyes suddenly turned snow-white.

Beneath the titanium black robe, a torrent of snow-white frost surged forth, instantly freezing the newly formed head of a hellhound.

Ronan lifted his sleeve and stored the head of the Hellhound, which had been frozen into a block of ice, into his spatial ring. Then, he randomly chose a direction and quickly disappeared without looking back.

He had just "landed" in Central and knew nothing about this place. There was no need for him to continue getting entangled with such an "unkillable monster."

Only when Ronan's figure completely disappeared from sight and mental perception did Born slowly fly back from a distance.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the not-yet-fully-reconstructed corpse of the three-headed hound disappeared, turning back into an iron plate that fell back into his hand.

However, this ancient badge was now covered in cracks, and the surface of the badge was engraved with the image of a three-headed dog from purgatory. One of the heads was missing a piece, as if it had been forcibly broken off.

A hint of heartache flashed in Born's eyes. He looked up at the two directions of the silent wilderness, his expression shifting. Finally, he slowly pulled up his cloak, and his entire body transformed into a beam of platinum light and disappeared.

"boom!"

A small mountain under the night sky exploded, and Ronan slowly walked into the cave carved out by magic.

He entered the misty space directly from a location where the moonlight could not reach.

Far from the Holy Blood Tree and the settlements of the barbarian elves, the head of the Hellhound, frozen by ancient frost, lies quietly here.

Ronan sat cross-legged on the frozen head, his titanium robe automatically disintegrating to reveal his perfectly sculpted body.

Ronan's gaze immediately fell on his chest, where an ugly green spot had appeared, like a birthmark or patina.

What's even stranger is that the green spots seem to be constantly expanding and growing.

"Alazan".

Ronan called out the name of Arahant.

A glowing golden ladybug slowly crawled out from his chest, circling around the green spot on Ronan's chest.

"It's time to tell me everything about Central."

Ronan spoke calmly.

"Where would you like me to begin?"

"For example, the Fenrir Realm."

The golden ladybug stopped crawling, instead flapping its wings, flying to Ronan's side, and then stopping.

"Fenrir Realm."

Arajan seems to be organizing his thoughts.

A moment later, his voice rang out.

"Dracolis, the first leader of the ideal world of Spyr, in the era when the gods withdrew, ignited the fire of divinity with a mortal body, stole a portion of the authority of the god of wisdom and books, and created—'The Legendary Register of Dracolis'."

This directory connects to the root of the world, revealing all the secrets of what has happened, is happening, and will happen in the future.

It is said that any wizard who obtains this list is not far from 'omniscience' and 'immortality'.

Arahan's narration brought a glimmer of hope to Ronan, as if an ancient epic door had been opened before his eyes.

He knew Schirdl, he knew Utopia.

The legacy of the alchemist [Golden Kingdom], and the [Obliss Jewel] he still carries, both originated from Spird.

The name “Spirit” held a unique meaning for Ronan, but even so, he couldn’t help but interrupt, “What does this have to do with the Fenrir Realm?”

It all started with that list from Delacouris.

Arazan chuckled softly.

"The Legendary Register of Dracolis records all the people and things in this world that possess legendary characteristics and potential."

Wizards, monsters, runes, potions, spells, magical items. Everything.

Anything that can leave a mark on the Dracolis register can easily become famous throughout the world.

Countless people will follow in your footsteps, praise your name, and spread your deeds. Even fate will favor you.

This is especially true the closer a species is to the top of the list.

This time, Ronan didn't interrupt again, but just listened quietly.

“In the Dracolis Legendary Register, which is a special book for recording magical beasts, the Doomsday Wolf Fenrir is listed quite high.”

"You still haven't explained the origin of the Fenrir Realm."

Ronan spoke in a low voice.

"Be patient, Damian, we'll get to it soon."

Arajan said softly, "Fenrir, as one of the most powerful and top-tier ferocious beasts in the ancient era, participated in the war of the gods that almost swept away all powerful beings."

In that battle, countless powerful bloodlines perished, and even those who survived suffered severe damage.

They all fell into an endless slumber, and their powerful force field radiation and the instinct for self-regeneration of their bloodline caused them to unconsciously merge with the shattered world plates, thus forming the unique secret realm you see now.

Describing it as a secret realm isn't quite accurate, because it's so vast that any one of them would far exceed the size of the entire Upper Ring Continent.

But it is indeed a space that exists independently, like a secret realm; perhaps it should be called a domain.

"Even the most powerful wizard cannot separate this fusion, or rather, there is no need to separate it."

The fusion of the two is beneficial to the overall stability of the world, and wizards living within it are not greatly affected.

"Therefore, the wizards of the Central Continent named their realms after the sleeping magical beasts."

Ronan's eyes flashed as he asked, "How many beings like Fenrir are there in total?"

Alazan replied, "One of the top ten ancient beasts listed in the Dracolis Legendary Register."

Including Fenrir the Doomsday Wolf, Jormungandr the Twilight Serpent, Phoenix the Phoenix, Leviathan the Deep Sea Giant, Behemoth the Champion, Theamat the Mother of Dragons, and the Primordial Frost Whale you're most familiar with, and the Ice Ruins Snow Village.
Besides these ten domains, there are many independent domains with small spaces, as well as a much larger one called Waldhinu—an independent domain created by many supreme wizards, which means 'world placenta' in the Arcane language used by the gods.

Further down lies the legendary Root of the World.

(End of this chapter)