Wizard Bloodline

Chapter 217 I have been looking forward to this moment, the fusion of the four domains - [Hekalto's Ancient Devour]

Just like a tiny ripple suddenly appeared on the dark and calm water.

Ronan's figure disappeared in the flickering silver light, and then instantly appeared in another place.

The graceful body pounced in one direction, and the black and blue frost formed streams of firework-like light around him.

The shadow in front of him seemed to become thick and sticky all of a sudden. His five fingers rang, and his fingertips kept breaking through layer after layer of black until. Finally, he touched something.

"Hu——"

Ronan stopped, his figure half hidden in the black and blue frost, turned around, and met the eyes of Angele not far away.

Angele still maintained his original posture, his figure did not move, and it seemed that he had never moved.

Ronan slowly looked at his right hand, and a small piece of black silk was sandwiched between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

Frost wrapped around him, and the fragments of the robe turned into powder and slipped from his fingers little by little.

He was just a little bit away from "catching" Angele.

"You are smarter than I expected."

Angele glanced at the hem of his robe with a small gap, and a strange look appeared on his face.

He looked at Ronan, and the relaxed feeling on his body slowly subsided, and he said:

"But the same method will not work next time."

"It is no longer necessary."

Ronan said calmly.

At the moment when his figure was extremely close to Angele, Ronan suddenly found a way to find him that was simpler than making Angele have emotional fluctuations -

the wonderful induction between ancient bloodlines.

With one percent of the ancient frost hydra bloodline fully stimulated, Ronan's perception of Angele suddenly became clear.

Just like the words Ronan said when trying to make Angele have emotional fluctuations.

Ronan didn't know whether the name of the ancient fallen crow was on Hekalto's menu, but it was the instinct of all ancient creatures to strengthen themselves by devouring.

At this moment, the blood crystal inserted in Ronan's heart was constantly trembling, and the one percent of Hekalto's blood flowing in his body was ready to move, conveying his thirsty desire to him all the time.

This "hunger" that went straight to the depths of the soul turned into a kind of "eating" instinct. The ancient frost that permeated all around became Ronan's tentacles to detect "prey". The shadows around were being removed layer by layer, and the figure of Angele hidden in the shadows seemed to be becoming clearer little by little.

"Hu——"

Ronan took a deep breath, his dark blue long hair was blown up without wind, and an evil, ancient, and natural overlord-like aura spread out from him.

The phantom of the ancient frost multi-headed snake behind him squirmed, and Ronan ran quickly in the void.

The same ice magic appeared around him again. Unlike before, the colors of these ice magics changed from pure white or ice blue to deep dark blue, with a hint of mysterious and ancient breath, and the magic fluctuations released became much more obscure and profound.

Under the premise that the realm of magic resonance has not been improved, the power of these spells has been greatly enhanced. That is the ancient blessing from Hekalto's bloodline.

"【Ancient. Extremely Frozen Soldier】!"

The huge ice blade, which was dark blue in color and had countless black lines on its surface, slowly rose from the dark blue ice and snow vortex, with a strong ancient breath.

Ronan raised his hand and held it in the air, making a horizontal slashing motion.

As far as his sight could reach, large areas of "night" were broken by the ice blade. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague shadow. He raised his hand, and a large number of dark blue aurora veins under his feet quickly extended in that direction. Wherever they passed, the shadows were shattered.

The snowflakes slowly falling in the sky also turned dark blue, and each piece became thicker and more ancient.

The night domain belonging to Angele is collapsing rapidly. What now rules this battlefield is the ancient ice cold!

"Boom!"

Ronan raised his arms, and the rolling frost formed a dark blue ice flame in front of him, which quickly spread out to the surroundings.

Under the erosion and scouring of the ice flame, large chunks of black collapsed. The platform space, which was almost completely trapped in a "night cover", was connected to the skylight from the bottom again, and dark blue became the new background color of this space.

When the scene in the platform space was clearly presented to everyone again.

Everyone saw that Angele, whose wings blended into the night, occupied the high altitude of the platform, and Ronan, who was guarded by countless dark blue frost, was below.

The battle seemed to have returned to the original starting point.

The two of them, one above and one below, looked at each other silently.

Ronan took a step forward gently.

"Boom--"

Under his feet, the frost shook, and a "brand new" snow country was constructed.

However, this time, this snow country did not descend from top to bottom, but seemed to be born from the ground.

Countless black and blue frost veins interweave an ancient and mysterious pattern under Ronan's feet. If you look down from above, you will find that this pattern is extremely similar to the multi-headed snake phantom behind Ronan.

And Ronan stood in the center of the multi-headed snake pattern.

"Snow Country, the ancient snow country..."

"This should be called... [Hekalto's Frost Absolute Land]."

Surrounded by large patches of black and blue frost, Ronan murmured in a low voice, and then raised his head, his blue-gold snake eyes fixed on Angele, whose smile had disappeared in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered:

"Angele, the game between us has just officially begun."

"Boom!"

Everyone was looking intently at the battle going on on the platform. There was not much noise, only the occasional low-pitched conversation and discussion, humming.

Whether it was Angele's combat power, which was completely superior to the ordinary first-tier geniuses, or Ronan's method of "breaking the game", it exceeded their expectations.

The two people on the stage seemed to have some kind of ancient and powerful bloodline. For ordinary low-level wizards, it was simply a battle in another realm.

The source of Ronan's strength seems to have been well explained at this time.

"The power of Ronan Damien's ice magic does not come from his inheritance, but from his bloodline."

"What kind of bloodline is it that can control ancient frost? It's like an overlord who stood at the top of the food chain in ancient times."

"But how can that kind of legendary blood flow through a person's body?"

The wizards who were watching were shocked and amazed. On the side of the Royal Court of Life, Moriel had already stood up. She seemed to be in a bad mood and kept playing with the red lotus cane in her hand.

"No wonder I hated this guy so much when I first saw him. Did he inherit the blood will of that disgusting multi-headed worm?"

Hidden in Moriel's body, the blood that has not yet awakened continues to convey all kinds of disgust and irritability to her. It is a feeling like meeting natural enemies.

She had sensed it last time in the Heart of Machinery, and now, this feeling has become extremely clear.

In the crowd, Lindis narrowed his eyes and watched the struggle between the shadows and frost on the stage, and suddenly asked the man in black robe beside him.

"I remember that the south had been preserving half of the heart of the ancient fallen crow..."

"yes."

The man in black robe replied in a low voice, "The man on the stage was a very important chess piece of Shuo Yue of the previous generation, and he was the one who advocated transplanting the fallen crow's heart into his body."

"This time it's over, take this kid back."

Lindis said calmly: "He blends well with the blood of the fallen crow. We have always lacked this kind of special talent."

"Um."

The man in black robe responded.

"As for him"

Lindis' eyes moved to another slender figure guarded by ancient frost, his eyes flickered, and he did not continue.

He seemed to be thinking, and some of his thoughts seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

"Boom!"

The two figures collided fiercely at the intersection of black and blue.

The dark blue frost condensed into a spear shape and clashed with the shadow, stabbing out long and narrow jagged shapes.

After Ronan's ancient frost hydra bloodline was fully activated, Angelet's concealment methods completely lost their effect in front of him.

Angelet seemed to no longer choose to hide, and instead began to have a real head-on confrontation with Ronan.

"hiss--"

Something seemed to be surging rapidly in the dense shadow, as if a terrifying and sharp intention was about to cut the soul in half shot out from the shadow.

A jet-black wing as huge as a blade silently sliced ​​towards Ronan's neck.

The wings were incredibly fast and spread together with the shadow without any warning and nothing could stop it.

"Did Jupiter and Venuelus suffer injuries from this method?"

Ronan's thoughts raced rapidly in his mind. He took a deep breath and saw the endless frost surrounding him closing in on him.

After Hekarto's bloodline was inspired, Ronan's control of ice energy reached an unprecedented level.

There is no need for spells to assist, or even mental pulling. The instinct of his bloodline talent allows him to control the coldness between heaven and earth like an arm and a finger!

Moreover, this kind of frost mobilized by the power of blood is thicker and more powerful than the frost condensed by pure magic, and the power of ice extends to deeper areas.

Can resist Angelet's ancient fallen crow power.

Only the ancient can fight against the ancient!

"Snow country in the palm of your hand!"

With long dark blue hair raised high, Ronan clasped his hands together, and a large number of snake scale-like rune patterns on his slender and voluptuous body attached to titanium lit up.

The huge snow country began to shrink, and [Hekarto's Frost Realm] quickly gathered towards his body.

Those extraordinary legal domain powers that serve as the cornerstone, bones, and veins of the entire domain formed layers of black-blue ice around Ronan's body, eventually forming an exquisitely huge dark blue ice ball that enveloped his entire body. in.

Compared with the first time when [Snow Kingdom in the Palm] was used, although the [Snow Kingdom in the Palm] was not compressed completely enough this time, far from meeting the requirement of being condensed into one palm, the entire compression process was more perfect. .

Within [Snow Country], the legal domain and the legal domain are tightly interlocked like gears, forming an indestructible and absolute defensive domain, firmly holding it back before the blade-like jet-black wings can be chopped off.

"Kacha kacha - sizzling -"

The jet-black wings cut through the ice ball. After cutting halfway, it encountered a huge blockage and made a sharp and harsh sound like metal friction.

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he stretched his hands outward. The condensed ice ball burst, and all the fragments turned into a dark blue torrent, shattering the wings and rushing toward a certain location in the void.

As if the eternal glacier burst, the void became brittle paper, showing large areas of fragmented traces washed away by the terrifying ancient icy breath.

After the shadow was quickly "washed away", Angelet's figure appeared.

Facing Ronan's attack, his face showed no expression, he just calmly folded his wings behind him.

"Boom--"

The rushing glacier hit the wings fiercely, completely submerging Angele's figure.

When all the noise subsided, the night unfolded, and Angele walked out of the center of the energy surge intact.

"That's it, little Ronan"

Angel spoke softly with a calm expression.

At this moment, all the shadows covering the sky rushed towards Angele.

He was completely wrapped in the "night".

When the darkness was dense to a certain extent, a little scarlet bloomed.

Large patches of shadows slid down from Angele like the finest black silk. Behind the shadows was a set of exquisite armor as dark as the night, with rune patterns like blood flowing on it.

At this moment, Angele was very similar to Ronan when he first met him.

Black hair, red eyes, armor, cloak, surrounded by the shadow of the ancient fallen crow. The whole person is like an evil and twisted dark sun, exuding a terrible breath that makes people's souls sink.

"The best thing about sowing a seed is waiting for it to sprout and grow, and finally harvest."

Angele raised one hand, his fingers were slender and white, and looked more beautiful than women's hands.

He whispered to himself while looking at his nails, where a little black light was slowly blooming.

In an instant, all the light in this world seemed to be absorbed into this point.

The sky quickly darkened, and the energy streams in the sky of the ruins of the ancient fairy city seemed to have lost their color at this moment, and the sun's light quickly became dim.

In just a breath, this world seemed to transition from day to night.

The change in the celestial phenomena moved countless people. At this moment, the magic that Angele was accumulating was so terrifying that it almost surpassed Ronan's move [Endless Vortex of Spierte] that defeated Evaque.

A familiar aura of terror flowed out from Angele's fingers, and it was clearer and stronger than what everyone had felt before.

"Another evildoer who touches the edge of taboo infinitely"

In the void, the eyes of the Dawn Wizard of the Court of Life were shocked, and he sighed in disbelief, "What happened to the south? This land, which has always been known for its barrenness and backwardness, how can it continue to breed geniuses of this level."

"To what extent has this guy's fusion of the blood of the ancient fallen crows reached?"

The black light between his fingers grew bigger and bigger, like a twisted black sun, being slowly lifted up by Angele.

All the light was taken away by him, and Angele looked like the real lord of the night.

"Thank you for bringing me this last pleasure before I leave the south, Ronan."

Angel looked down at Ronan, with a peaceful smile on his face, "Wave goodbye to this world.

As a reward, I will keep a trace of your soul and seal it properly."

After saying that, Angele, like a high monarch, gently threw the black light between his fingers towards Ronan with a gesture of compassion and charity.

The twisted black sun silently crushed towards Ronan, carrying a terrifying breath that swallowed up everything.

At this moment, countless memories of Angele flashed quickly in his mind, and the haze of the past and the crisis in front of him quietly overlapped.

Ronan watched Angele's figure turn into an endless black curtain, as if to completely cover his entire world.

He stretched out a hand with a dazed look, and spread his five fingers.

It seemed that he was talking to Angele, and it seemed that he was talking to himself.

"I"

"I've been waiting for this moment"

"It's this moment."

When the whispering voice fell quietly.

Ronan also seemed to have come out of his brief trance, and the whole person showed an unprecedented great calmness.

The aura of several extraordinary domains rose from him like wolf smoke, surging and blending rapidly.

The ancient frost evaporated upwards!

It outlined a huge and ancient hideous multi-headed body, which was completely integrated with the soul phantom that appeared behind Ronan, indistinguishable from each other.

Among them, a huge snake head was almost completely clearly manifested, and every snake scale, every texture, and every ancient trace was vivid, as if the real frost overlord had arrived.

When the huge snake head that was almost condensed into substance, the moment when the tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, an unprecedented strong sense of taboo was suddenly released.

A thick dark blue thunderbolt like a tree branch suddenly fell from the sky. The ancient overlord "woke up" from the long river of time, opened his mouth, and bit the twisted black sun fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the whole sun in one gulp!

Three years later.

The [Death Gaze of Hekalto] fused by three domains has transformed.

Now, this is the [Ancient Bite of Hekalto] fused by four domains!