Wizard Bloodline

Chapter 227: Drinking poison to quench thirst, Shadow Dragon

In the desolate and lonely wilderness, the terrifying cold air gushed out from the sunken ground like a fountain, and spread like a spider web on the grass. The season went directly from late autumn to severe cold in the area of ​​several miles. In a small area, the sky fell directly with goose feathers of snow.

The snow was deep red, as if it was soaked with blood, full of the meaning of killing and extinction.

In the deep pit, in the dark red frost, Ronan's face was hideous, his muscles twisted, and he inserted his ten fingers deeply into the mud in front of him like a demon.

"Hekaltor...Frost!"

"Hekaltor...Frost!"

Countless sharp and slippery voices screamed hysterically in his ears, repeating the same name over and over again, as if countless stones were rubbing against the smooth surface of glass, driving people crazy.

At this time, the darkness as thick as oil had occupied most corners of his consciousness space.

That was the remaining will of Hekalto that surged from the long river of time, filled with all kinds of domineering, evil, cruel, and violent consciousness.

Six pale golden spiritual power crystals "difficultly" bloomed with light, and layers of shadows surrounded and wrapped around him, and his ego will was constantly being devoured

"Let go"

"Embrace greatness."

"You and I should be one."

A series of whispering voices, like the whispers of an ancient demon, coerced and bewitched him to let down his guard.

"Ah--"

In unspeakable pain, Ronan's eyes were red, and he roared and punched the ground hard.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power was released with the fist, and with him as the center, the ground around him collapsed silently and exploded!

A huge wave of mud mixed with frost gushed out, and Ronan's figure slowly rose uncontrollably in the blood-colored mud.

At this moment, he was like an ancient sinful sun, his whole body releasing a cold, murderous, ominous and taboo aura all the time.

A strong bloody light filled the whole world, and a flock of birds flew from the sky, turning into dark red dust without any warning and dissipating.

The corpses of countless tiny creatures fell from the turned earth soil, and there was no life in this area anymore.

Ronan's figure was suspended in the air, and his dark red hair danced wildly behind him like a living thing.

His face was distorted, and his hands were fiercely grasping his head, his ten fingers were deeply sunk into it, piercing his flesh, and he didn't know that blood was flowing out.

Pain!

Too painful!

This kind of pain of having his soul devoured and his will forcibly deprived was beyond any pain he had ever endured before.

He was now like falling into the big mouth of a huge monster, being bitten and chewed bit by bit by its sharp teeth, as if he wanted to completely crush him and chew him up before swallowing him.

The consequences of this forced fusion of blood are more than ten times more serious than the last time!

Not to mention that Ronan has no time to rush back to the Silver Ring and use the Holy Blood Tree to purify the blood in his body three times and re-extract and condense it into blood crystals.

Even if the Holy Blood Tree is in front of him, it is probably difficult to work again.

This is not only clear to him, but also to the "Him" who is entrenched in his consciousness space at this time.

In a trance, Ronan has seen the outline of a huge eight-headed giant snake that connects the sky and the earth, which is becoming clearer in front of him.

Those pairs of scarlet snake eyes that are like the sun and the moon are staring at him coldly.

"Him" is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when his will completely collapses.

This is the "deal" reached between Ronan and "Him".

Nothing in this world is for no reason. When you gain power far beyond yourself, you naturally need to pay a corresponding price.

Gradually, the six spiritual power crystals in the consciousness space are completely swallowed up by the shadow.

The ancient will of "Hekalto" almost eroded the entire consciousness space. Surrounded by endless darkness, Ronan's self-will only had a cluster of sparks left, which could be completely extinguished at any time.

Under the blood-red dome, in the endless wilderness, before the last bit of "light" was about to be swallowed up.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, and his narrow and sharp fingers cut a bloody six-pointed star-like pattern on his chest.

"Ah Saslin... Bo..."

From his trembling lips, he uttered strange and difficult spell syllables.

"For the servant... When."

"Bear the thorns together!"

As the last word was read out, he suddenly raised his head, and the six-pointed star pattern on his chest shone brightly.

In an instant, an invisible and strange power emerged from his body.

In the consciousness space, it seemed that an invisible vortex was formed, and the ancient will of "Hekalto" that had almost occupied all the consciousness rolled into the vortex uncontrollably.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to hear the angry roar of "Hekator".

A smile appeared on his twisted face, and his turbid eyes were full of tranquility like after a storm.

He knew the result of the deal with the "devil" long ago.

So he was not.

He had no backup plan at all.

On the quiet autumn lakeside, the young shepherd was lying on the soft yellow grass holding his beloved lamb.

Without any warning, the surface of the huge wild lake suddenly froze, and the terrifying coldness rolled in from the depths of the lake like a tide. The poor shepherd and his sheep did not even have time to react, and everything on the lakeside was frozen into snow-white ice sculptures under this cold wave.

In just the blink of an eye, the area around the wild lake was completely transformed into a world of ice and snow, as if this was the only place to enter the harsh winter season.

The terrible chill is still accumulating crazily, and the frost is spreading around like a scourge. The lawns and slopes are about to invade the distant forests.

"Boom!"

The frozen lake surface suddenly exploded, and a ball of black frost quickly jumped out from the bottom of the lake.

The rolling frost was rolling and surging, and there seemed to be some terrifying giant thing hidden in it. There were also faint roars and struggling sounds that kept coming out.

I don’t know how long it took before all the commotion calmed down.

The black frost slowly dispersed, revealing the shadow of a hundred-meter giant snake.

This giant snake has two heads, and there is a medium-sized bulge in the middle of the two heads. The whole body is covered with dark blue and almost black ice crystal snake scales, and the snake's eyes are scarlet, giving people an extremely ancient, evil and domineering feeling.

".@#¥."

The two-headed giant snake stared in one direction indifferently, spitting out ancient and obscure language, as if it was talking about something.

After a moment, it stared deeply into the distance, turned around silently, and cruised away towards the unknown distance.

All the blood and frost in the world disappeared, and Ronan fell from the sky and landed in a bottomless pit.

"Huh-huh-"

He was panting violently, and on his fair and well-proportioned body, streams of sweat flowed down his skin and muscles, but before they could drip, they were frozen into frost by the strong cold air that was everywhere around him.

It was as if he had just experienced a life and death battle.

And indeed it is.

At this time, Ronan was in his normal state, with white hair scattered on the ground like a waterfall, and titanium metal clung to his body bit by bit at the speed of a turtle, condensing into a robe.

Feeling almost recovered, Ronan slowly stood up from the ground.

In the consciousness space, all the will belonging to "Hekarto" has disappeared.

It can be said that his conscious space has never been as "clean" as it is now.

Compared with the last time when he forcibly fused his bloodline and narrowly escaped death, he seemed to have gone through the more dangerous backlash this time much more easily.

But only Ronan knows that the reason why he can stand here with "all beards and all tails" is just...

"Just drink poison to quench your thirst."

Ronan took a deep breath and recalled what he had just done——

"Posilina's Master-Servant Contract" has the effect of allowing the slave to bear "damage" on behalf of the master.

He used this "rule" to let the ice crystal demon snake dormant in the ice lake bear half of the backlash of "Hekarto"'s will for him.

The reason why "Hekarto"'s will has completely retreated from his body now is because of "Hekarto's" own choice.

Just imagine, faced with a "weak" human body with little "potential" and a demon snake body with pure ancient ice crystal demon snake blood, how would "Hekarto", who is also a snake, choose? ?

Naturally, no matter how you look at it, the latter is a "body-stealing body" that is a hundred times better than the former.

Ronan was equivalent to "sacrifice" the ice crystal snake in exchange for his own "breathing chance".

This respite is also temporary.

"With the existence of the master-slave contract, the resurrected 'Hekarto' will come to me again sooner or later. If I can't completely kill it, the best result will be to become 'Hekarto'." Servant'."

The will of the ancient Warcraft Overlord Frost Hydra + the bloodline of the purebred ancient ice crystal demon snake.

Add the two together, and God knows what kind of monster will be created.

So Ronan said that this method was just a way to "quench thirst by drinking poison".

"His will has just revived, and he has just completed the seizure of his body."

"Hekarto" at this time is undoubtedly the "weakest". To solve this big trouble, now is the best time.

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly, feeling the soul imprint between his body and the ice crystal snake, but found that the connection had become blurred and difficult to capture.

He followed his memory and headed straight to the wild lake where the Ice Crystal Demonic Snake had been dormant. When he arrived, he saw a mess after the ice and snow had raged.

"Run away?"

Ronan was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, he should be the one who wants to run away.

But thinking about it carefully, he only needs to worry about being devoured or enslaved by "Hekarto", but as an ancient overlord, "Hekarto" has much to consider after his "resurrection".

Enemy, natural enemy.

God knows if some terrifying existences that were once at the same level as "him" will follow the "flavor" to find them.

Cunning and forbearance are also the nature of snakes.

"It is estimated that 'Hekarto' will not appear easily until it recovers to a certain strength."

This "breathing opportunity" is more abundant than expected.

But is it good news for Ronan?

"The longer time passes, the more strength 'Hekarto' recovers, and the disaster that finally befell me... will become more massive and unstoppable."

Ronan's face was gloomy.

But he didn't have any solution, he could only wait quietly for the day of "judgment" to come.

Before that, Xie tried his best to strengthen himself in order to fight for that glimmer of life.

"Just take it one step at a time."

Ronan wrapped her robe tightly around her body and quickly left in one direction with far-reaching eyes.

The ruins of the ancient fairy city.

The whole world seemed to be in chaos and turned into a pot of boiling porridge.

The roar of spells is endless, countless wizards are running around like headless flies, and wizards are falling from the sky almost every minute.

Somewhere in the chaotic situation, Angelet was half hidden in the void, looking around at the scene in front of him with a look of enjoyment and intoxication on his face.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him silently.

Wearing a fitting and luxurious dress, with a slender figure and holding a black book in his hand, he exudes a mysterious and elegant temperament like an aristocratic scholar.

It was Li Weiwei from the Chaos Secret Society.

Neither Angelet nor Livich had appeared before when they jointly attacked the rune formation.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

Li Weiwei looked at Angelet with a cold expression and spoke coldly.

The two seemed to be old acquaintances. If anyone else saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.

"You and that guy named Ronan Damien must have known each other for a long time."

"He is one of the experimental subjects that Lord Lindis wants to capture. Now, only you have the means to find him."

Li Weiwei said to Angelet in a commanding tone.

Angelet just glanced at him briefly, then moved his eyes aside, showing an attitude that he didn't want to pay attention.

Levi's face looked ugly.

"The previous Shuo Yue is dead and no one will support you anymore."

"Don't forget who gave you the half of the fallen crow's heart in your body."

Li Weiwei's eyes were cold and he threatened with a half-smile: "If Mr. Lindis knew your attitude, what do you think?"

"It's so noisy."

Before Li Weiqi could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Angele's abrupt words.

He snorted coldly and was about to say something more when he saw Angelet raise a hand casually, half of his arm gently disappearing into the void in front of him.

In an instant, there seemed to be a dense dark purple giant wing moving silently across the void between the two of them.

Li Weiwei's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously stepped back, trying to open the black book in his hand.

However, the next moment, his movements had completely stopped.

"Uh uh uh"

Levi lowered his head in disbelief and watched helplessly as a white and slender hand "grew" out of his chest.

Between those five fingers, there was still a heart that was dripping with blood and beating freely.

Belongs to his heart.

"This is not the power of the ancient fallen crows."

Levi looked up at Angelet in front of him with a dazed expression and murmured.

"You are not Angele."

"Who are you anyway?"

"You have such strength. Why do you want to lose to Ronan on purpose?"

Before he finished speaking the last few words, the palm that penetrated Levi's chest had quietly retracted.

With the retraction of his palm, all the flesh, blood, and soul of Levi's body seemed to be absorbed.

His whole body was like a piece of white paper burned through by flames. With a gentle breeze, it completely turned into a pile of black ashes and dissipated.

All that was left was a black book that had lost its owner, floating alone in the air.

Angelet took his hand out of the hidden void, and slowly and meticulously and greedily ate the whole heart in, like sucking the juice of a full and delicious fruit.

Finally, he took out a white and clean silk handkerchief and wiped his palms and mouth gracefully.

“Some fruits are overripe and will slowly rot if not picked in time.

Some fruits are far from fully mature, so now is not the best time to taste them.”

"How do you understand this?"

Angelet seemed to be explaining to the dead Levi. He made a move and the black book hanging in the air flew into his hand.

After flipping through two pages at random, Angelet threw them into his space ring with a bored expression.

Look up and look around.

He made a sound of talking to himself.

"The soul fragments left in the south have been collected, and it's time to leave."

He took a slight step forward, but stopped the next second, frowning and kneading his eyebrows with his hands.

"Those who have died should lie in the dirt and let their bodies rot and become nourishment for those who come after them."

"What a nasty old guy."

Angelet's eyebrows quickly widened, and he finally glanced in the direction Ronan left, then smiled and melted into the thick shadow.

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