Wizard Bloodline

The white light column in front of him suddenly began to flicker, with some traces of runes on the edge, and the waves transmitted were intermittent.

"Huh?!"

Ronan frowned slightly and looked to the side, and found that not only him, but also the stone pillars where the other seven people stood had the same situation.

The third round of qualifying battles was about to begin, but the mechanism of the entire arena seemed to have some problems.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the bottom of the rock platform in the center, which served as the duel venue, suddenly broke, and a large amount of rubble fell, but countless colorful lights gushed out like springs below.

In this vibration, a mysterious and deep purple light column suddenly rose from the center of the "fountain" like a sword.

The purple light column instantly climbed to the top, covering the rock platform and thirty-two bright or dark stone pillars below. In an instant, half of the sky was stained with purple light, and there was an extremely obvious circle of shining light spots in it, forming a ring shape, like a small miniature starry sky.

This sudden change shocked everyone. Ronan stared at the place where the bright light spots formed a circle.

Inexplicably, an extremely strong desire arose in his heart.

He almost couldn't help but reach out his hand and grab the mysterious and bright spot in his hand across the distance of space.

"It's the inheritance"

A low voice sounded.

The voice was relatively calm at first, but soon, the speaker's tone was transmitted with an uncontrollable vibration.

"It's the inheritance of Heramus's law controller."

"It appeared in the world in advance!"

"Boom!"

As soon as this voice fell, a tsunami-like discussion immediately sounded, and all the wizards present were shaken, and the entire goblin ancient city ruins also boiled!

The first genius in the history of the Upper Ring Continent, a legendary wizard, known as the "natural law controller" - Heramus!

He buried part of his inheritance in the south, and for thousands of years attracted many talented wizards in the south to follow him.

This inheritance was quietly placed there. The battle for the genius seat of Heramus was held every hundred years, and a chief was born in each session, but no one had ever been qualified to touch it. Over the long years, whether this inheritance really existed gradually became a mystery.

Now, the ancient rumors have finally been confirmed!

"Time washes away everything, but the existence of some things is like an immortal pearl. The brilliant brilliance will one day remove the dust on the surface and reappear in the sun."

Someone murmured excitedly.

At this time, almost no one cared about the fact that Heramus's imperial inheritance would suddenly appear before the third round of the ranking battle. Everyone's attention was attracted by the inheritance itself.

The same was true for the eight people standing on the stone pillar, including Selina.

This noble princess from a powerful wizard empire in the central part of the continent, who was high above, showed a touch of emotion on her beautiful and cold face for the first time.

Ronan stared at the brilliant ring in the mysterious deep purple.

That brilliance seemed to have a fatal attraction to him. This attraction was not brought by the incomparable and huge name of "Heramus", but a wonderful connection.

He and the mystery at the center of the brilliance seemed to have reached a subtle resonance and attracted each other.

Ronan had never had such a feeling before.

Whether it was the blood of the ancient frost hydra Hekaltor or the [Golden Kingdom] of Spierte, he had never had such a strong desire before he obtained it.

——

It's waiting for me!

It belongs to me!

It seemed that there was a voice shouting in Ronan's heart.

A brilliant light gradually bloomed in his eyes, and his naturally drooping hands could not help but slowly clench.

I don't know if it was really some "destined attraction", that mysterious brilliance... actually approached him quickly in the desire and call of Ronan's heart.

The bright ring in the center of everyone's attention suddenly fell and fell in one direction, attracting countless people's eyes to chase.

When they found that the object representing the inheritance of the core guardian of Heramus fell in the direction of a figure on the eight stone pillars, their expressions gradually became incredible.

The geniuses on the other seven stone pillars also frowned, and some of them quickly became gloomy.

Ronan could feel the heat contained in the countless eyes falling on him, and he had become the center of public attention.

But at this time he no longer had the energy to care about these.

All his attention was attracted by the brilliance that was close at hand.

Although he was full of indescribable desire for what was contained in the brilliance.

But when it was really placed in front of him, as if he could get it with just a little stretch of his hand, Ronan hesitated instead.

It came too suddenly, so suddenly that he felt extremely unreal.

Ronan hesitated, and finally, he slowly stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the brilliance ring in front of him.

As he stretched out his hand, powerful mental fluctuations continued to erupt from the other seven stone pillars around him, and various pressures rolled towards him like a tide.

Ronan seemed unaware of all this, and just stretched out his hand to grab forward.

When his fingertips finally touched the edge of the bright ball, suddenly.

"Buzz——"

A strange wave erupted from the bright ball and spread in all directions instantly.

Strange light waves swept through the void, and almost everyone who was swept by the waves was stunned. As if they had received instructions from some message, the entire ancient fairy city ruins suddenly became quiet.

A corner among the crowd that no one can explore.

The gray-haired and blue-eyed Lindis was smiling, his pale and slender fingers gently tapping on the golden compass, and said to himself: "The game has begun."

At the same time, Ronan maintained his gesture of reaching out to touch the brilliance.

After feeling the ancient information conveyed in the fluctuations, the whole person unexpectedly became peaceful and calm.

The previous entanglements, hesitations, and doubts...all disappeared at this moment.

"really."

Ronan shook his head and continued to grab forward with a calm expression.

Five fingers gently clasped the bright ball, which suddenly dispersed with a "bang" and turned into countless stars and dots of light, like a miniature Milky Way, surrounding Ronan's body.

"The bloody battle of Horams."

"I knew it."

At the residence of the Royal Court of Life, Moriel was sitting on a red lotus cane with her legs dangling. In front of her, there was a red bird made of flames jumping around.

“Did this guy’s prayers come true?

I really want him to die on stage.”

Moriel muttered, feeling a little tired of playing, and crushed the flame red bird in front of her with a "bang", and lazily cast an emotionless look at a certain figure in the field of vision, which was a bit boring. The ground yawned.

"Hurry up and end this damn boring game with no excitement at all."

"What was the bloody battle of Horams?"

Below, Grace, who had been silent almost from the beginning of the battle until now, finally couldn't help but speak.

She looked at the silver-haired witch next to her with questioning eyes. In fact, the message transmitted from the wave she just came into contact with had been described very clearly, but she still wanted to verify it again.

The silver-haired wizard muttered, but before she could speak, the young wizard Downey, whose face was covered with graffiti, had already answered with a sneer: "Heritage chose him.

But he must defeat everyone else on the field before he can truly get the inheritance.

This guy is dead!

There is absolutely no second possibility! "

The certainty and disdain in Downey's tone made Grace's face change slightly, and she subconsciously took out a communication stone, as if she wanted to convey something to someone.

The silver-haired wizard sighed softly from the side.

"It's useless. This is not something he can decide."

Grace's movements froze, and then she heard the silver-haired wizard say in a low voice:

“Once the ‘Bloody Battle of Horams’ begins, the chosen one cannot refuse, cannot admit defeat, cannot give up. Other than defeating all the competitors and going all the way to the end, otherwise, the only result is death on the stage.

If this session was just a gathering of genius wizards from the south, he might still have the slightest chance.

But he can only blame his own bad luck for meeting Her Royal Highness Serena this time."

Downey echoed indifferently: "No more than the second round, he will probably fall in the first round. He is not qualified to stand in front of Her Highness Serena haha."

Grace listened to the words of the two people with a dazed expression. Unknowingly, the communication stone in her hand, which was specially used to contact Ronan, was clenched so tightly that even her knuckles turned slightly white.

After a short period of silence, the site of the huge ancient fairy city ruins was once again detonated by tens of thousands of onlookers and wizards.

Countless people were talking about the information they had just received about the "Bloody Battle of Horams".

The awe, admiration, and envy for Ronan before had all turned into regret, sympathy, and even more gloating ridicule at this moment.

The dazzling ball falling from the sky did not represent inheritance, the favor and gift from Heramus, but a sharp blade that could penetrate the heart and deprive the soul.

To have the opportunity to see a talented and unattainable man of heaven fight to the death in front of them is, for many people, a rare event that can be encountered but cannot be desired.

Some people have even made plans in their minds, thinking about how to tell this bloody chapter vividly to those who have not been present after this event.

Among the crowd of onlookers, probably only the Silver Ring and the wizards who were members of the Blue Mist Society remained silent at this time, and everyone was enveloped in an inexplicable heavy emotion.

"All gifts from fate have their prices secretly marked in advance."

"It's interesting, isn't it? Doru."

In the crowd, Lindis, who seemed to exist independently in another space, looked at the low-level wizards with various expressions around him, and naturally showed some aloof and aloof attitude.

"Witnessing a relatively powerful individual die in misfortune, and having a heated discussion and carnival surrounding its corpse is really an everlasting habit engraved in the blood."

Lindis closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's fate and emotions.

The man in black robe on the side remained silent. He knew the other party's temper very well and had already anticipated the outcome of all this development.

Lindis never wanted to truly give the legacy of Horams in this southern land to anyone. All he wanted was a game.

And the person he chose to be the "protagonist" of this game.

The man in black robe subconsciously cast his eyes towards a figure in the distance surrounded by false brilliance, and a somewhat complicated sympathy inexplicably emerged in his heart.

Destined to die dimly or brilliantly under the spotlight.

‘Will I have the same ending? ’

The man in black robe couldn't help but think of all the promises Lindis had made to him before, and his eyes dropped.

"Anyone on the field has the possibility of killing Ronan Damien."

"Who do you think he will die in the end?"

"This is a trap that cannot be refused. Once you step into it, you can only wait for death to come in the vague hope."

Ronan stood on his own stone pillar, and the onlookers' heated comments about him could be heard in his ears.

Looking up, everyone on the other seven stone pillars was looking at him, with varying expressions. Most of their eyes contained heat and desire, as well as undisguised coldness.

He is not a man favored by "luck".

On the contrary, it seems that he is the only "unlucky guy" among the eight who has the misfortune to be selected.

He needs to defeat everyone on the field now to obtain the inheritance left by Horams, but as long as the other seven people kill him, they have a certain chance of taking this inheritance as their own.

An unfair game forced Ronan to risk his life.

He couldn't refuse yet.

Ronan himself felt surprisingly calm at the moment.

A long time ago, he had become accustomed to being tricked by fate and facing desperate situations again and again.

For a wizard who grew up like a weed from the cracks of the lowest stone, he had experienced too many times of dying and surviving.

"Mist..Mist"

Ronan rolled this word silently in his heart, and suddenly some enlightenment came to his mind.

Perhaps the reason why levels one to three were called the "mist stage" by ancient wizards does not only mean the exploration and search of knowledge, spells and soul levels, but also something deeper.

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What does he want?

Some people embark on the path of a wizard in search of omnipotent power.

Some people want to seek the wisdom that knows everything.

Some people are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery they see and experience.

Some people dream of building their own ideal hometown.

Everyone has what they most want to pursue, and this is also the deepest force that supports those people to go high enough and far enough on the path of wizards.

And what does Ronan want to pursue?

He forgot when he started to feel a little confused.

After leaving the life of a wandering wizard, his strength continued to improve. Without the threat of death that could appear anytime and anywhere, he left a little confused.

These confusions shrouded his path like an invisible fog, causing him to wander aimlessly.

At this moment, Ronan suddenly understood.

The fog in the soul is gently lifted, and the confusion disappears.

The sudden arrival of the bloody battle of Herams, the long-lost death crisis, either you will die in the ultimate bloom, or you will become more brilliant after breaking all obstacles!

"Destiny"

Ronan took a deep breath and slowly closed his fingers, "What I want has always been to be able to completely control my own destiny!"

I no longer want to be a puppet at the mercy of others.

"Click——"

The sound of something breaking.

Deep in the soul, impurities and disease seem to peel off, and small and wonderful transformations take place.

In an instant, the thick gray clouds behind Ronan surged violently.

Layers of gray waves gather and pile up.

The colorful stream of light gushing out from the void formed a bridge of light at this moment, extending from Ronan's feet to the increasingly taller and larger platform in the center.

Ronan stepped on the light bridge and stepped onto the central platform step by step.

When he stood in the middle of the platform, the gray clouds surging behind him completely turned into a huge and deep shadow.

In the shadows, there seemed to be a ferocious and terrifying multi-headed giant, looking down coldly at everything around it through the darkness.

"Kill me or be killed by me."

Ronan stood high above the platform, scanning each figure on the seven stone pillars below. From a high position, he spoke calmly:

"Which one of you will be the first?"