Wizard Bloodline

The white-haired giant demon, more than two meters tall and close to three meters tall, retreated backwards. During the retreat, his strong and sturdy figure shrank rapidly like a deflated ball.

The ferocious face covered with blue veins gradually faded, and the sharp and dense teeth returned to flatness. A handsome and pale boy reappeared.

The long white hair fluttering in the wind covered the boy's body. The boy "difficultly" pulled out a brand new robe from the white hair and put it on, but his figure continued to fall down uncontrollably.

During the fall, the boy faced Clemens and stretched out a white and slender arm, with a faint blue light in his eyes.

A light stroke of the finger.

Countless rich and mysterious auras leaked out from the trace of nothingness drawn by the finger.

"Hu——"

The vast free energy particles like the sea gathered together, and the mysterious river of seven colors was born from nothingness and flowed quietly.

But it did not attack Clemens or anyone except Clemens.

The colorful river flowed silently, circled around Clemens, and then continued to run high into the sky, disappearing into nothingness

"What you want to see...a resonance of my domain."

The young man's voice, which was hard to describe his exhaustion, sounded beside Clemens' ears. Clemens stared blankly at the direction where the colorful energy river disappeared, his eyes fluctuating, and he didn't know what he was thinking. For a moment, he was lost in thought.

The young man, who had finished the last thing he should do, finally couldn't hold on any longer, and let go of his hand "exhaustedly".

He closed his eyes and let the gravity of the earth pull him down.

He didn't want to use any mental strength now.

He wouldn't die from the fall anyway.

Just land like this and lie down for a while.

"It's over."

The wind blew past Ronan's ears, and his messy white hair was blown on his cheeks.

Ronan closed his eyes and waited for the moment of falling to the ground peacefully.

It's over.

For him, this duel trial is completely over.

He defeated everyone he wanted to defeat and achieved every goal he wanted to achieve.

He was so tired.

He just wanted to have a good sleep now.

"Bang"

With a slight muffled sound, Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

He unexpectedly found that he did not fall on the solid ground, but was lifted up by a force and landed on a thick and relatively soft cushion.

"You are really good, kid, even Clemens was defeated by you!

The ancient wizard bloodline, such a feat in the late stage of the first level, unprecedented, you are so outstanding that even I can't help but be jealous."

The guy who was carrying him flying kept talking about all kinds of messy exclamations and praises.

Ronan couldn't help interrupting.

"Shut up, Biondini, you are as noisy as a female fly in menopause!"

"Uh"

The voice of the silver giant bat stopped abruptly and closed his mouth muffledly.

Ronan just enjoyed the silence for a while, and suddenly felt that Biondini stopped at a place with him.

Ronan stood up from Biondini's huge bat back, his expression slightly startled.

He suddenly realized that he was in a very high place at this time.

Higher than everyone.

He stood up from Biondini's back and looked down. He could see Clemens, Lanny, Nono Perrin, and even Travis.

There were also other magic circle wizards, a third-level white-bearded wizard holding a metal staff, and several third-level wizards standing next to the white-bearded old wizard, with astonishment and strangeness on their faces.

Ronan saw everyone, every opponent he had defeated.

Everyone was also looking at him.

Every face that looked up was filled with too many inexplicable complex expressions.

"I've reached the top"

Ronan murmured, and the magic nightmare tungsten steel on his right arm flowed into his hand like water, turning into a long sword with black mist steaming.

Ronan looked at the magic nightmare long sword in his hand and remembered the scene when he had just obtained it and held it for the first time.

He remembered that he had told Benigo that the sword would become more brilliant in his hands.

Now he has done it.

Ronan subconsciously looked in the direction of Benigo's secret space.

At this time, he heard Biondini under him talking to him in a muffled voice, "Boy, don't think I'm nagging. The ring master will crown you personally. I guess he will use the third-level projection spell to project you for the members who are not present to remember and admire. You'd better clean up your current appearance first."

Ronan couldn't hear what Biondini said afterwards.

Because he had already felt a huge and gentle mental power coming from the silver-white tower behind him and above his head, gently falling on him, like gentle water, completely wrapping him up.

Strange energy fluctuations arose, and milky white light spots emerged, rushing towards Ronan like a swallow returning to its nest.

With the integration of the light spots, Ronan's mental fatigue was quickly soothed, and even the severely damaged vitality light ball was replenished.

Just when Ronan was surprised, "Ding——"

A unique crisp and trembling sound came from the depths of his mind.

Ronan noticed that the water mass in his mind, which represented his spiritual power, had obviously grown a bit bigger, and the last bit of deficiency had been made up, giving him a feeling of complete perfection and reaching a certain extreme.

Opening the character panel, he saw that the 99% progress of the first-level wizard had turned into 100%.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of these strange light spots, or perhaps it was because of the catalysis of the continuous high-intensity battles. At this moment, he finally stood on the last threshold of the first-level wizard to the second-level wizard, and could impact the second-level realm at any time.

Just when Ronan was surprised, he suddenly found that the milky white light spots disappeared, replaced by countless bright golden light spots.

He blinked and tried to touch these golden light spots with his hands. The golden light spots passed through his fingertips without leaving any effect, but just danced around him and circled.

In just a moment, Ronan gathered countless golden light spots around him.

At the same time, there was a strong spell fluctuation from below.

A huge beam of projection light fell on Ronan, and the next moment.

The image of a white-haired, fair-skinned and handsome blue-eyed boy was directly projected into the sky, outside the rune array.

The young man was surrounded by countless golden lights, handsome and incomparable, and indescribably noble and calm.

Those golden lights gathered around him, condensing into one golden ring pattern after another.

One... two three

A full six golden rings appeared, then overlapped, and finally shrank, turning into a six-ring pattern, gently imprinted on the forehead of the projection boy, adding a mysterious and noble temperament to him.

At this moment, it seemed that all the light between heaven and earth gathered on the handsome boy. The light he shone even dimmed the rune light on the silver-white tower.

Facing the projection image that was completely carved from the same mold as himself, he felt the so-called "coronation" ceremony process.

Ronan, standing on Biondini's back, silently complained in his heart.

"So exaggerated"

"So shameful"

"Damn, profiteer!!"

The seventh ring, near the inner rune array, a slightly glowing rune hot air balloon.

Alida, holding a small parasol with transparent lace edges, pouted and gnashed her teeth, cursing the magic tool vendor who had persuaded her to pay for a week's hot air balloon rental.

"You said you would definitely have a chance to see it this time. The energy shield used to block the view on the rune array will become thinner day by day, but I have been exposed to the sun for three or four days!"

"How can the energy of the array decay? Unless the array is stopped, the protective shield will not become transparent. Anyone with a little knowledge of magic knows this. Haven't you noticed that we are the only ones left here these days..."

Jacob explained in a low voice, but in return Alida pulled his arm and bit it like a puppy.

"What's the point of saying this now? Why didn't you remind me earlier? Do you know how many magic stones I spent on renting the hot air balloon these days... Hehehe"

"I told you a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Hey, Alida, be gentle."

Just as the two were playing, suddenly, a strong magic light passed through the rune magic array light shield in front of them, which was as thick as a crystal wall, and shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a slender and tall huge human projection appeared.

"Jacob, you are really going to die."

Alida, who was holding Jacob's arm and biting it vigorously, was stunned when she saw the magic projection in the sky so close.

She let go of Jacob's arm stupidly and looked up at the sky. She didn't even notice that a transparent silver line of saliva was pulled between her mouth and Jacob's arm.

Alida's full attention was on the magic projection surrounded by countless golden lights.

After staring at it for a while, Alida blinked, turned to look at Jacob beside her, pointed to the sky and asked: "Jacob, do you think that man looks like Lord Ronan?..."

Jacob was also stunned, with a dazed look, muttering and shaking his head.

"I don't know either."

In a tavern outside the Seven Ring City.

The red-haired Quidi lazily sat on an oak high chair, tapping his fingers on the table, urging: "What's up, buddy? Not ready yet?"

"Wait."

A blond and blue-eyed young male wizard sitting opposite him kept fiddling with a square-shaped exquisite silver box in his hand, frowning and saying: "Strange, it was clearly agreed that the battle projection would be transmitted.

Is it still possible to receive it two days ago.

Is it because the second round of the competition has begun, and the magic circle is not allowed to privately copy the battle process with spells? I gave all the magic stones..."

"Forget it. It's a waste of my time."

Seeing that the blond wizard had been fiddling for a long time but nothing happened, Quidi shook his head and stood up from the chair, yawning.

"You were probably fooled by the same people who rented out the magic airship at the entrance of the magic circle on the first day of the competition. The projections they gave you might be from the last selection.

Actually, there's nothing to see.

We can't even get into the magic circle, and the geniuses in the magic circle are even further away from us."

Red-haired Quidi said, and was about to walk out of the tavern.

Just then, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open by someone from the outside.

"Bang!"

A tall and thin man with an excited face and a strange expression rushed in. The man pressed the wooden door of the tavern, pointed outside the door and kept repeating: "Outside. Come out and look outside."

There was a slight commotion in the tavern, and many wizards stood up and walked out.

Quidi and the blond wizard with him also followed curiously. As soon as they walked out of the tavern door, they found that the street in front of the door was full of people.

Everyone looked up in the same direction of the sky, and exclaimed from time to time.

Quidi and other wizards who had just received the news and walked out of the tavern looked up in the direction the crowd was looking, and saw that the inner ring of the seventh magic ring, which had been silent for several days, now projected a huge and dazzling figure on the rune magic circle.

The white-haired blue-eyed boy was surrounded by countless golden lights. He was handsome and tall, mysterious and noble. The four words "the pride of heaven" seemed to be perfectly interpreted on him.

Jealousy, envy, amazement, indifference.

Various reactions emerged from this group of wandering wizards. Some had fanatical eyes, some had infinite yearning on their faces, and some just glanced and went back to the tavern as if it had nothing to do with them.

Only Quidi, who was standing in the crowd, trembled violently after seeing the person who projected the spell, as if he was suddenly hit by an electric spell. He stood still, and his face gradually showed an extremely unbelievable shock expression.

"Hey man"

After several breaths, Quidi seemed to gradually calm down. He pointed at the projection in the sky with a dazed look and whispered to the person next to him: "I said. This person is my friend. He used to sit with me and drink. Do you believe it?"

The blond wizard on the side glanced at Quidi with a look of contempt and sneered: "Come on, Quidi, this joke is not funny at all.

Your friend?

He is a genius with the identity of six rings!

Six rings!!"

"Yes, six rings"

Quidi looked at Sky, with a dazed look in his eyes, he whispered to himself: "How many years has it been since the Seventh Ring of Magic has produced a genius of the Sixth Ring level? What kind of person was I dealing with in the Sixth Ring?"

While mumbling, Quidi suddenly returned to his original nonchalant look, patted the blond wizard's shoulder hard, and laughed: "I thought I could fool you!..."

"Even the most ignorant apprentice would not believe your boast"

"Let's drink, I'll treat you. Just think of it as... celebrating a former friend!"

The two turned around and walked back to the tavern.

The process of Ronan being crowned the Sixth Ring was projected by magic and appeared in the sky above the huge Seventh Ring City.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the entire Seventh Ring City, including the wizards, apprentices, ordinary people living outside the Seventh Ring City, and the many floating islands surrounding the silver-white tower

The name of Ronan Damien is remembered by many people today.

As the name of genius continued to radiate outward with his achievements, causing a series of shocks, Ronan was standing under the silver-white tower, entering the door of the tower, and carefully trimming his appearance.

The magic nightmare tungsten steel turned into silver scissors, and cut off his long white hair that almost reached his ankles.

The hair fell on the ground paved with gray stone slabs, and each strand was snow-white and crystal, just like the silk spit out by the first-level magic beast Moonlight Spider.

After the trimming was completed, Ronan mobilized the free ice energy particles in the air with his mental power, and condensed a mirror made of ice in front of him.

The boy in the mirror was wearing an exquisite silver-white robe with a six-ring logo. He had a slender figure, a handsome appearance, blue eyes, and moderate white hair.

Young, energetic, calm and decent.

His duels were all over, but the trial selection of others was still going on.

What Ronan was about to do now was to climb the tower to meet the owner of the tower - the Lord of the Seventh Ring of Magic.