Wizard Bloodline

"【Ice Armor】!"

"【Frost Spear】!"

One defense and one attack, Ronan quickly summoned and cast two spells in the direction of the transparent figure.

As the anchor point of the "Despair Field", the first-level ice spells have all been practiced by him to the mastery level. Even if they are released alone, they are also powerful and convey strong spell fluctuations.

The ice crystal spear wrapped in frost appeared almost in a breath, and then whistled out, leaving a clear white track visible to the naked eye along the way.

"Bang!"

The master-level [Frost Spear] flew halfway and was directly hit by the extremely fast transparent figure, and then exploded into a ball of ice chips.

Ronan's eyes condensed slightly. The strength of this transparent figure is stronger than he expected.

He did not hesitate any more and turned around and rushed towards the direction of the white table and chairs.

The powerful physical strength was mobilized, the muscles of his legs exploded, and with a "bang", Ronan was ejected.

However, he ran into something head-on after just a short distance.

"Ka-"

The feeling of the mirror flipping appeared again, and the air in front of him was slightly distorted. Ronan's eyes blurred, and then he found that he was back to almost the original position.

No, it was further back than the original position, and the transparent figure that rushed towards him before was now very close, and it was almost going to hit Ronan in the next second.

Ronan's heart suddenly became alarmed, and his eyebrows seemed to be pressed by an extremely sharp blade. He had a strong and terrifying premonition that he would be cut in half in the next second.

The speed of the transparent figure in the field of vision was so fast that the naked eye could barely catch a trace of air ripples. The [Ice Armor] that Ronan summoned before did not cause any hindrance to the opponent, and it broke completely.

Ronan entered the [Immaculate Body] state in an instant, and the [Frozen Earth] symbol in his consciousness space also flashed rapidly twice, and the deep blue aurora accompanied by infinite cold air penetrated his body.

"Despair is frozen!"

"Boom!"

Under the sudden burst of extreme cold snow and ice, a rapidly moving white blur appeared in the air, and the speed seemed to be slightly stagnant.

Ronan was bathed in the blazing white flames, and the silver mist swords in his hands were wrapped with the flame of breaking the law. His blue eyes like stars captured the precise position. Under the robe, the muscles on his well-proportioned arms surged like mercury, and the majestic physical power burst out. The two swords crossed and slashed horizontally!

"Dang!"

Ronan's sword slashed out, as if he was slashing on something extremely hard, and the instantaneous recoil force actually made his hands numb.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils contracted, and he watched with his own eyes as his silver mist swords, made of second-level nightmare tungsten steel and blessed by the [Silverization] rune, were quickly cut into the middle by something and smoothly broke into two halves.

He used his weapon to chop people, but it was his own weapon that was cut? !

How strong and sharp must the opponent's body be to be able to do this?

Ronan felt incredible, and the broken nightmare swords turned into liquid again and retracted along his arms. Instinctively drove him to make a sideways move.

"Shua——"

A transparent distortion flashed by, and the hem of the floating robe was silently cut off, and then turned into the smallest dust and scattered on the green grass.

Ronan took a breath of cool air, and a deep touch flashed in his eyes.

So far, this is probably the most powerful and dangerous opponent he has ever encountered. Even if he has full strength, he can hardly compete with the opponent head-on.

He quickly found a direction and ran. With the despair field activated, the trajectory of the cold air flowed in a different disorder than before.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and noticed that there seemed to be a faint light in the air flashing from time to time like a flowing electric current.

At this time, the horror of being pressed against the vest by a sharp blade came again.

Ronan pursed his lips tightly and raised his arm to make a hand-shaking motion. Under his robe, densely packed, thumb-sized silver metal beads flew out in all directions.

"【High Energy Crucible】! Explode!"

Hundreds of metal beads exploded at the same time in an instant, and the energy aftermath that was stirred up in an instant washed out countless light blue rune array outlines in the air and then quickly extinguished and disappeared.

"So that's it!"

Ronan's eyes lit up instantly, and he didn't care about the joy of solving the "mystery". He kicked his feet hard and rushed directly to the location of a rune array that existed in his memory just now.

"Shua——"

The transparent figure that came back almost brushed his back and passed by quickly, leaving a clear cutting mark in the air

"Bang!"

Ronan landed on his feet, and his first reaction was to look up to confirm his position.

A vibrant apple tree stood quietly beside him, and the golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches of the apple tree, casting tiny spots of light on his face.

"Farther away"

Ronan glanced at the location of the white small table and rattan chair, his expression solemn, thinking about how to get closer to the target location, and what kind of rules exist between these space teleportation arrays.

The sense of crisis came again, and the transparent figure rushed towards him.

"Forget it."

Ronan bit his teeth lightly and made a quick decision, "Just try your luck."

He casually threw a large piece of metal silver beads, released the [High Energy Crucible] to drive the metal explosion, and after blasting out the outline of the rune array, he randomly hit the position of a array.

"Shua——"

Ronan's figure changed again, and this time he appeared in front of the lawn where the ponytail witch team had picked up the mirror magic tool.

At this time, Ronan was only a few meters away from the white table and rattan chair.

However, before he could feel happy, he felt like a thorn in his back again.

"Why is the speed of this thing getting faster and faster?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Ronan's eyes, and the silver mist double swords appeared in his hands again, and the flame of breaking the law rose.

He walked forward quickly while slashing forward with both swords.

He tried to use the disintegration effect of [Breaking the Power] to cut through the space teleportation arrays that blocked the way.

After several swords were slashed, there was no response.

Ronan thought there was no array on this road, but he took a step and was teleported directly back to the starting point when he entered the garden.

"It is completely immune to any spell attacks, even physical attacks are useless. How are these rune arrays set up?"

Ronan's eyes flashed, and the master of the strange garden in front of him had completely exceeded his cognition in the attainments of rune arrays.

He felt that the other party was like a magician with superb skills, standing in an invisible place at this moment, smiling and watching the rabbit that broke into his "magic hat" being fooled by all kinds of tricks.

"Ronan!"

The ponytailed female wizard beside him called him hurriedly, and said in panic: "Hurry up, the entrance to the secret space will change every once in a while.

It takes a lot of effort to find it. If you are lucky, it's okay, but if you are unlucky..."

The ponytailed female wizard looked at the wandering transparent figure in the garden, with a bitter expression, and the meaning was self-evident.

"You go first! I'll try again."

Ronan gritted his teeth, his expression firm.

He had already entered this secret space, and the inheritance and treasures of the Mirror Court, which had been passed down from the ancient wizard force, were right in front of him.

Entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed, this was not the result he wanted!

Come again next time?

There might not be another chance next time.

He really didn't want to give up.

Without waiting for the ponytailed female wizard to persuade him again, Ronan took a step forward.

Since the attack was useless, he tried to crack it and find the pattern.

He followed the trajectory of the residual cold air in the garden air, constantly throwing out metal beads, and firmly memorized the position of the rune array washed out by the energy aftermath after the explosion.

It was as if a certain mechanism was triggered.

After he stepped into the range of the garden lawn, the transparent figure instantly locked his position and rushed towards him without saying a word.

With [Empty and Bright Realm] turned on, Ronan was as calm as ice, completely ignoring the pursuit of the transparent figure, and constantly choosing different rune arrays to shuttle.

"Shua——"

"Shua——"

"Shua——"

His figure appeared, disappeared, and then appeared again in various locations in the garden. The location of the landing point kept changing.

"Boom!"

After throwing out several desperate ice balls and randomly resisting the relentless transparent figure, Ronan crashed into the direction of another rune array.

"Ting"

"Huh?!"

Ronan "stumbled" and stopped on the lawn, and turned his head in surprise to look at a certain place he passed through.

He clearly remembered that there was a rune array outline just now in this place.

"Could it be..."

"Shua——"

The invisible twisted wind passed by Ronan's nose, and his figure sank into nothingness, and then walked out of another place.

Ronan appeared again, and the expression on his face had become a little ugly.

He looked around, and it was still a quiet and beautiful garden. He whispered to himself: "These teleportation arrays are always moving."

The method of trying to remember the position of the array and eliminate the wrong landing points one by one did not work.

Ronan even felt that the landing point of the same array was different each time it was teleported.

The little rules he had finally figured out were completely useless under these two "rules".

And

the speed of the terrifying transparent humanoid that had been "chasing" him was constantly increasing.

He had less and less time to breathe after landing after each teleportation.

Ronan didn't want to admit it, but he had to accept a fact - as time went by, sooner or later he would be hit by the transparent figure's attack after teleporting and landing!

If he was unlucky, this process would be greatly shortened.

"Has it become a game of pure luck again?"

Ronan threw out the metal ball and quickly crashed into a rune array. When he appeared again, he was already next to the fountain pool in the garden.

Facing the target white table and rattan chair from a distance, Ronan's eyes gradually calmed down.

"My luck has always been bad"

"But a person's luck will not always be bad"

Throw out the ball, determine the position of the array, teleport, and land.

"There will always be such a time."

"It will be my turn to be favored by the goddess of luck."

Teleport, land, teleport again, and land again.

Every time he landed, the transparent figure's attack would be faster than before, faster and faster. He didn't even want to give him a chance to breathe.

The ponytail witch had urged twice in a row, and the exit position was already moving.

But.

Ronan was still searching for his own correct path in the garden.

His eyes were firm.. There was an inexplicable persistence in them.

Finally, after countless teleportations, Ronan suddenly appeared in a place he had never been before.

Rattan chair, white table.

On the small white table, in addition to the exquisite tea set, there is also a small silver comb with a unique shape, a shiny dagger made of unknown material, and a small silver ball.

These things are less than two meters away from him at this time.

Ronan's persistence seems to have been rewarded at once, and his face shows a sense of relief and joy as if he has achieved his wish.

"I know it."

This is a game of luck, and also a problem of probability.

Random teleportation again and again, as long as his luck is not extremely bad, he will always have a chance to be teleported to the front of the small white table.

Facts have proved that his luck is not too bad.

The transparent figure chasing him is not far behind him, and is approaching quickly.

Ronan took two quick steps forward, getting closer to the white table, and habitually threw out a few metal balls.

"Bang!"

Amid the short explosion, the smile on Ronan's face suddenly froze on his face---

In the air less than one meter in front of the white table, there were at least dozens of blue rune arrays densely surrounding the outlines.

These arrays were like a semicircular cover, almost covering the entire white table, rattan chair, etc.

As long as Ronan took another step forward, no matter which direction he approached from, he would bump into one of them, and then be teleported to an unknown place in the garden again.

"Huh--"

"Ronan!!"

The imperceptible sound of air tearing, the sharp tingling feeling that seemed to cut the entire vest open, approached rapidly, and the anxious and worried shouts of the ponytailed female wizard sounded in the distance.

Ronan was less than two meters away from the white table, as if he turned a blind eye to everything that was about to come, and stood there expressionlessly.

Do you want to give up?

The previous persistence and efforts, the so-called gambling on luck, turned out to be just a joke.

Did the owner of the garden not intend to let anyone get close to the table?

The mysterious and precious treasure was within reach, but it was so far away.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to see the goddess of luck approaching slowly with an elegant step. When he thought he could hold her in his arms, she turned around with a smile and quickly walked away from him.

"No!"

A fire suddenly ignited in Ronan's eyes. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to grab it with an almost ferocious look.

Since luck chose to pass him by again.

Then it was his turn.

Go and take the initiative to tear off the other's skirt!

The blazing flames stimulated by [Innocent Body] burned to a certain extreme, and the huge and invisible spirit spread out with a bang. Most of the silver-white nightmare tungsten steel flowed towards Ronan's vest, condensing into a brilliant and hard metal barrier.

The remaining part turned into thin silver threads, extending rapidly forward along the tip of Ronan's outstretched right index finger, relying on memory, passing through the gaps in the dense rune array, quickly wrapping around an object, and then retracting.

"Puff--"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh and blood.

"Bang! Boom!--"

Then there was a huge and violent explosion.

The light of the rune array flashed rapidly, and the surging energy particle tide washed everything.

"Ronan"

The ponytailed witch stared at the center of the explosion in a daze. Before the chaotic energy particle flow blocked her sight, she saw the transparent figure slamming into Ronan's vest.

She knew the terrifying strength of the transparent figure very well.

The last time their team broke into this secret space, they relied on the three space spells sealed in the second-level magic mirror to resist the opponent's fierce attack and barely escaped in a panic.

Being hit head-on by such a terrifying space elemental monster, Ronan

"Go!"

Just when the ponytail witch was in a trance, a weak but urgent voice sounded in her ears.

She turned her head suddenly and saw a pale handsome boy appearing in a place not far away, and then ran towards her quickly

"Hu-Hu-"

Two figures broke out of the water from under the calm lake.

As soon as he landed, the white-haired and blue-eyed boy half-knelt on the ground with an ugly face, panting violently, looking seriously injured.

"Ronan, are you okay?"

The ponytail witch rushed over and supported the boy's body, and then quickly took out a few bottles of potions from her storage waist bag and helped the boy take them.

After a few bottles of healing potions were swallowed, the effect of the medicine took effect, and Ronan's face finally looked a little better.

"Thank you, Fuling."

Ronan forced a smile and thanked the ponytail witch in front of him softly with a face full of anxiety and worry.

At this time, Ronan's entire back was covered with scars, including injuries caused by the explosion of the metal spell he released, and the cuts from being hit by the transparent figure.

A huge narrow wound deep enough to see the bone, with flesh and blood protruding outwards, was shocking to look at.