Wizard Bloodline

"Buzz buzz-"

Ronan walked off the ring, surrounded by comments about him.

Countless eyes of attention focused on him, making him the unique focus at this time.

The first person to surpass a level 3 genius in a competition with a level 2 body!

The first second-level genius to encounter a strong third-level seed and win!

An unprecedented feat.

There is also the exaggerated number of resonance realms that Ronan just showed.

Ronan's reputation suddenly climbed to an unprecedented peak, and he was almost on par with the third-level wizard geniuses on the field.

However, there was no joy in Ronan's heart. Instead, there was a thick layer of gloom.

"Damien, you"

As soon as he reached the silver ring, he was greeted with looks of wonder, approval and awe.

Clemens seemed quite excited. He was about to say something to him, but Ronan raised his hand to stop him.

Ronan quickly walked up to Caroni and the two and called their names in a low voice.

"Well done, Damien."

Caroni's eyes were full of undisguised admiration for him. Next to him, the leader of the fourth ring, Archido, was also smiling, looking at him with growing fondness.

"I thought that if you wanted to have a chance to defeat Damian, you should at least use the power of the ancient blood in you."

Carloni sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be even better than I expected. You accomplished this amazing feat without using your blood."

"Your ice magic inheritance has traces of the ice wizards from the Far North. Is that where it comes from?"

Akito also asked casually.

Ronan did not accept the compliments and replies from the two men, but directly shook his head and said: "I didn't completely defeat Damian.

He surrendered on his own initiative. "

"Um?!"

Caroni and the two were slightly startled, "What do you mean?"

Ronan carefully described the last situation of the battle with Damian to the two of them.

After finishing speaking, he looked up in the direction of the Thorn Palace, but could not find Damian's figure.

After this person "lost" in a battle with him, he seemed "ashamed" and directly chose to "leave".

In the eyes of others, it seems to be a normal reaction, because Damian was the first level three defeated by the level two. He was the best hope of the Palace of Thorns, but he also humiliated the Palace of Thorns.

After Damian was eliminated, it was almost impossible to get a better ranking in this competition in the Palace of Thorns. At this moment, everyone in the Palace of Thorns looked extremely ugly.

“It may not be what you think”

After listening to Ronan's story, Caroni pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Maybe this is what Damian wants to see."

Ronan frowned, "Does the ring master mean that he deliberately admitted defeat in this way just to make me suspicious now?"

"Um."

Caroni nodded, "Maybe he really still has a certain fighting ability, but he still feels that he can't defeat you, so he simply uses this method to leave you with the illusion that 'he is not defeated'. After all, you have the power of blood. Many people know about unused things, don’t they?”

"A veteran genius like Damian who has lived for nearly a hundred years has a much deeper mind than you think."

Aqiduo also echoed and sneered: "I have seen too many similar tricks. If you are really disturbed by him, then he will really succeed.

Anyway, you just need to remember one thing. In this kind of situation, no one will give up easily without any reason, let alone pay for it with his reputation as a third-level wizard..."

"All right."

Ronan seemed convinced.

"Get ready for the next competition, Damien, we all think highly of you."

Carloni encouraged him a few more words, Ronan nodded, walked aside and sat down alone, his expression seemed calm, but there was still a faint haze in his heart.

Is it really like what Caroni and I said, that admitting defeat at the end of the battle just now was just Damian's pretense?

He doesn't know.

But I always feel that things are not that simple.

Because of his physical training, Ronan has a keen intuition that is beyond ordinary people and even ordinary wizards cannot understand.

Ronan raised his head and looked around the entire competition venue.

The competition in the ring continued, and everything seemed normal.

But he smelled a faint smell of conspiracy.

But I don’t know why it started or where it came from.

Ronan couldn't help but feel a little irritable for a moment.

His eyes searched and searched the field repeatedly, but he still couldn't find Damian.

But he accidentally touched the gaze of a young man on the other side of the molten crystal lake, as hot and domineering as a lake of magma.

Ignatius.

The other party stared at him coldly. Compared with the initial disgust and hostility, Ignatius's eyes seemed to have some indescribable strangeness when he looked at him.

He sneered at Ronan, then slowly looked away.

Thinking of Clemens' reminder to him before the competition started, a guess popped into Ronan's mind -

"Could it be that Damian made an agreement with this guy and deliberately let me win, so that I could meet him in the subsequent competition and be beaten to death by him in a fair and just way in the competition ring?"

Ronan shook his head again, feeling that this was unlikely.

Because just for this reason, to bribe a third-level wizard and make him willing to bear the humiliating record of being defeated by a second-level wizard, and maybe even punished by the forces behind it, would the price to be paid be too high? big.

Between constant guessing and thinking, the second round of competition ended unknowingly.

In the second round of competitions, Ronan only paid attention to those competitions involving third-level wizard geniuses.

But because the gap between them and their opponents is too big, nothing can be seen. Most level three wizards can quickly resolve the battle with only one or two spells.

Angelet, whom he "focused on", tried out only an ordinary second-level [Shadow Scythe] spell in two rounds of competitions.

This spell has obviously been practiced to the "master level" by him. When he casts it, it is like countless cold crescent moons falling from the dense dark clouds. The rich power of the spell spreads out, cutting off the opponent's defense in two or three strokes, and then declares a fight. end.

Jupiter of the Thunder Council was even more exaggerated. When he took action, he could only see the lightning flashing. After it was bright, the person returned to the original position, as if he had not moved his body from beginning to end, but the opponent on the ring had already fallen to the ground, black and numb. Down.

The rest of the third-level geniuses are almost the same, each has his or her own style, and their trump cards are still well hidden.

When the sun rises on the fourth day, the third round of competition begins.

The colored light ball began to rotate for the third time. Ronan was about to stand up from his position, but he was immediately hit by a beam of light the next second.

Before he could react, a faint message came out from the light beam that enveloped him.

"A bye?!"

Ronan was a little stunned, and then slowly sat down under the envious looks cast from all directions.

There were fifteen candidates left in the third round, and one person would indeed get a bye, but Ronan didn't expect that this lucky person would be him.

The third round was probably the round that ended the fastest and was the least disruptive. The remaining third-level geniuses on the field "cleverly" avoided each other, each eliminated their opponents, and quickly entered the fourth round.

In this round, Ronan and Orian were in the top eight in the French Ring.

“Damien, relax and fight as hard as you can.

No matter what the outcome is, it is the best outcome for us.”

Ronan slowly stood in front of the stage with Caroni's instructions lingering in his ears.

Caroni was right. Even if he lost directly in the next game, the results achieved by the French Ring in this competition were something that no one had expected in advance.

It was sunset on the fifth day.

Ronan watched the orange sun disappear little by little on the horizon where light and darkness meet. As the day faded and the night rose, an inexplicable emotion slowly surged in his heart.

Looking back, the distribution of colored light balls has ended, a beam of light fell on him, and the other selected beam was.

Ronan's eyes moved forward, and finally stopped completely on a lazy young man with short brown hair, burgundy eyes, and an evil spirit.

Angelet.

The battle he had been looking forward to and longed for finally came, but Ronan's heart was unusually calm.

Angelet, on the other hand, seemed a little surprised that this battle had come early.

He stood up from the gorgeous black high-backed chair with a somewhat stunned expression, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Ronan, with a smile on his face that Ronan couldn't understand.

While shaking his head, he slowly walked towards the competition ring.

Ronan followed closely, stepping into the sky step by step.

Finally, the two stood in the center of the competition arena.

Looking at Angele in front of him, a lot of pictures flashed through Ronan's mind.

Everything about his previous interactions with Angele, and the mysterious bottle of burning potion that changed his destiny.

Unknowingly, a faint fighting spirit ignited in Ronan's body. This fighting spirit was like a fire on the autumn wilderness. At first, there were only a few sparks, but soon it grew stronger and stronger, until it also ignited his pupils.

"Angelet."

Ronan said the name softly.

But before he could say anything else, Angelet had already interrupted his subsequent words.

"I know what you want to say, I can feel your desire..."

Angelet looked at him and spoke softly: "But it's a pity, my dear Ronan Damien.

That green fruit that broke into my back garden.

I may have to disappoint you again. "

"Well"

Ronan was slightly startled, and the fighting spirit in his eyes suddenly stopped.

At this moment, he seemed to feel some unusual aura spreading in Angele's body.

"thump!"

The heart in his chest beat hard.

Ronan's breathing became somewhat rapid, and he felt the ancient frost hydra blood crystal inserted in his heart tremble violently.

Angele...

Angelet also has blood!

But the power he was slowly releasing didn't seem to be directed at himself.

What does he mean?

What does he want to do?

"Now you are still a little short of being qualified to challenge me."

Angele stretched out his hand, and his index finger and thumb made a small segment of nothingness, while a weird smile appeared on his face.

He spread his arms, and a visible shadow expanded behind him.

The frequency of the blood crystals in the heart was trembling faster and faster. Ronan's expression was slightly distorted. He had a strong bad feeling and a faint uneasiness. His instinct drove him to quickly get closer to Angele.

"what are you up to?"

Ronan's voice was hoarse and he growled at Angelet.

Angelet didn't answer, he just looked at him and smiled.

At this moment.

Angelet's appearance was strikingly similar to when Ronan first saw him in the Corpse Garden.

Ronan gritted his teeth, and the metal formed by the magic nightmare tungsten steel and the silver of Neman alloy condensed into a huge and dazzling half-moon blade as he swung his arm, whistling towards Angele, but was stopped by an invisible force halfway.

"I will wait for you at the Southern Wizard Genius Gathering, the position of the chief wizard of Heramus."

At this time, Angele's figure has expanded into a huge shadow, with a pair of black wings spread behind him, as deep as the darkest night.

He looked at Ronan with a smile, his mouth shape changed, just like before, and said word by word: "Don't die before I see you next time.

Remember, this is a threat."

After speaking, the wings behind Angele fluttered gently, and the blood crystal in Ronan's heart trembled to an extreme moment.

"Shua——"

It was like a TV screen that was suddenly turned off.

The shadow in front of Ronan suddenly shrank and disappeared, and Angele's figure disappeared at the same time.

Ronan stood there in a daze, his right hand stretched forward, and he had not yet recovered from Angele's sudden departure.

The next second, he heard a huge explosion in another direction in the distance, accompanied by an unprecedented terrifying energy aftermath.

Then he saw a flash of lightning, and in the midst of countless lightning flashes, Jupiter, who had been sitting on the silver-white chair, high above like a "monarch", suddenly appeared in front of him.

He stared at him with his eyes, and then his face quickly turned pale and gray, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. In the middle of his chest, there was a huge blood hole that seemed to have been scratched by some bird's claws.

Ronan was shocked and took a step back.

As he retreated, there was another terrifying fire spray from the other side, and more violent energy shocks.

Roars, roars, and the sound of spells colliding and bombarding.

In the sky, the six "Suns of Dawn" that had been hanging still all the time, one of which was as red as magma, and the other was as green as emerald, suddenly shone brightly, and then fiercely crashed into the other two "suns" nearby!

"Boom!"

The terrible energy tide that could not be described in words rolled and spread in the sky, and a voice containing anger, shock and incredible majesty sounded above his head, but before Ronan could hear what the voice said, he felt something silently passing over his head.

He looked up suddenly and saw only a vague figure.

This figure exuded an unparalleled gray light all over his body, becoming the seventh "sun" in the sky.

This gray sun kept expanding, like a huge mouth, slowly swallowing the other six "Suns of Dawn" bit by bit.

"Resurrection...Save the world"

"Praise, worship, follow!"

"The old days should be cleansed, and the new day will surely come"

"Praise His true name!!"

"Om——"

The voices of countless men and women sounded at the same time in the field, reciting the same strange, ancient spell in a high-pitched voice, which seemed ethereal and weird in all the chaos and noise.

There was a silver lens-like light blooming in the night sky, and countless silver lights fell like raindrops.

Ronan stood in the center of the huge competition arena, and not far away was Jupiter who was seriously injured and dying.

He looked dazed, looking up at the sky swept by darkness with a blank look, and he couldn't help but murmured.

"Damn, Angele, you lunatic"

"What... did you do again?!"

I will make up for the missing update yesterday today