Wizard Bloodline

[Immaculate Body]!

[Immaculate Body]!

Ronan once again felt an urgency to find the successor of [Austerity Body Forging].

He was not ambitious about the powerful inheritance that Benigo mentioned, but felt that he could prepare for it anyway.

At least he should not let this unique advantage that was different from other wizards be slowly buried by time.

"What are the conditions for turning the ring?"

Ronan thought for a while and asked Benigo.

Benigo replied: "It's very demanding, almost impossible.

Especially when you have already shown outstanding talent in the test..."

"Then forget it."

Ronan accepted this fact very calmly.

There is no such thing as perfect in the world. A month ago, he could not even expect that he would turn to ice.

The effect of doubling the ice spell is indeed quite tempting, but he has "Allis's Ice Ring Necklace", and this talisman can only be regarded as "icing on the cake" at most.

After being promoted to the middle stage of the first level, he had originally intended to reserve the position for the [Silverization] rune for the second soul seal.

"I mainly want to pass on the metal spells."

"Here you go."

Bannigo raised his hand and threw a rune stone to Ronan.

Ronan caught it, and after his mental power penetrated into it, he was surprised to find that it contained a full set of first- and second-level metal spells, as well as the [Silverization] rune inheritance.

"Although you have become the core now, it normally takes at least half a year to accumulate contributions to obtain these.

Anyway, you will get them sooner or later, and it is not against the rules of the magic circle if I pass it to you now."

Bannigo said lightly.

This is part of the transaction. Ronan looked at the rune stone in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he still said thank you to Bannigo.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else."

Bannigo called Ronan and walked in a random direction.

The entire seventh magic circle is actually a circular area built around the seventh silver tower.

There are many buildings under the silver tower. The further you go out, the more empty it is. You can imagine it as a cake tower that keeps piling up in the middle. Benigo and Ronan are now walking around the edge of the cake.

"The silver-white giant tower in the middle is the place where the ring master rests in seclusion. The ring master's glory covers the entire seven rings. You can consider moving in later. The effect of meditation here will be slightly better than outside."

"Do you see the ten gray towers around the giant tower?"

Benigo pointed a direction to Ronan, and Ronan looked up in the direction he pointed.

Those are the ten wizard towers next to the silver-white tower. They are gray all over. There is a striking blue light ball on the top of each tower, but the size is different. The higher the tower body, the brighter the light ball on the top, just like ten beautiful lighthouses.

"That represents the ten best meditation positions in the entire seventh ring.

The innermost and highest one has a meditation effect ten times that of a normal one."

"Only the ten most powerful and talented wizards with a soul age of less than 100 years are qualified to live there."

Bannigo looked towards the gray lighthouse, with a faint reminiscence in his eyes, "I once lived in the sixth tower, and it was indeed a very good time."

Ronan glanced at Benigo and knew how the three-ring mark on his robe came from.

As for why he is only at the late stage of level one now, it is probably because he has a bad temper and acts too arrogantly and was beaten to death.

"There is actually a limit to the age of the soul. For wizards who pursue immortal souls, isn't age always just a number?"

Ronan said casually.

Bannigo turned to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a calm but serious tone: "This is what I am going to tell you next, the most important thing about the ring, Damien."

Ronan was startled and waited for Benigo's next words.

"Do you know why we are the seventh ring?"

"Because... we are the weakest?!"

"Yes."

Bannigo nodded, "Not only is the ranking of the ring based on strength, the seats of the seven ring masters are also ranked according to their respective strength.

And the ranking is related to resources.

We are the seventh ring, and the resources are the least among the seven rings."

"For example, the wizard tower that enhances meditation effect that I just mentioned to you.

The best tower in our seventh ring is only ten times the increase, but in other rings, the worst tower may be more than ten times the increase.

This is the difference in resources."

Bannigo looked directly into Ronan's eyes and whispered: "Damien, you want to survive well in the ring and want to gain a foothold here.

The first thing you must learn is-fight!"

"Fight?"

Ronan's eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Resources, inheritance, reputation, connections. Everything is worth fighting for!

The qualification to enter the ten meditation towers is just the most superficial thing."

Bannigo said coldly: "The real top resources are in those secret spaces left over from the ancient times, but do you think that just anyone is qualified to enter?

The entry quota for most secret realms is limited. If you don't fight, it won't fall on your head.

The strength of wizards of the same level is often pulled apart step by step."

"The more powerful the wizard force is, the more it will encourage internal competition, because there is also competition between forces, and there are also resources and living spaces that can only be obtained by fighting.

If you are not strong enough, you will be overtaken, engulfed, and outlawed by other forces.

Do you know the term multi-ring continent? "

Benigo asked suddenly.

Ronan was startled and thought for a moment before answering: "Nine Rings Continent?"

"More or less, no one knows how many layers this world is divided into..."

Benigo said calmly: “But it is an indisputable fact that free energy particles have been sinking continuously.

The richness of energy particles determines the abundance of resources. The lower the land, the more resources there are and the smoother the road to advancement.

Every wizard should have a downward desire.

The ancient wizarding forces that once existed on this continent for a glorious period, except for those that have been obliterated by the long river of time, almost all the rest have moved to the lower levels."

"If you want to go higher in the future, make sinking your instinct."

"so."

Ronan couldn't help but frown and interrupted Benigo.

"What does this have to do with soul age?"

He can understand the concept of "competition" that Benigo emphasizes. Isn't it just the law of the jungle, the weak and the strong? This is how he has always been.

It's just that what they were fighting for before was not resources. Most of the time, it was for the meager life that a weak person could survive.

Faced with Ronan's question, Benigo replied calmly: "Soul age is your ticket to participate in the sinking competition."

"Um?"

Ronan blinked, not knowing why.

"Young souls are full of energy and enterprising, and are more suitable to fight for the Ring of Law."

“The most important thing is that only young enough souls can enter the entrances to many ancient secret realms.

Because the speed of time in most secrets is often different from that in the outside world. The older it is, the more chaotic it is.

At the edge of the entrance to these secret realms, a large number of time energy particles accumulate, and they develop into a mysterious force, often called a time curse.

The curse of time likes to entangle wizards with a rotten spirit in their souls. They are like hungry and gluttonous snakes. In the blink of an eye, they may eat up a wizard who has a short lifespan.

Even if you are powerful, you will still be affected.

Only the breath of youth can drive away 'them' and withstand the curse. "

"So the Magic Circle has always favored young and talented wizards, and its resources are basically tilted in this direction."

"One hundred years of soul age is a dividing line. For the same second-level wizard, there is a big difference in treatment between those with a soul age of over 100 years old and those with a soul age of less than 100 years old."

Benigo stopped, the pipe in his hand melted like mercury, and finally turned into a black dagger in his hand.

"Youth is your first sharp sword, Damien."

He looked at the dagger in his hand and whispered: "Make good use of it, fight for it when it's time to fight, and never shrink back or be soft-hearted.

Otherwise, there may never be such an opportunity again in the future. "

Ronan remained silent.

After a moment, an ordinary small black wooden box appeared in his hand, and he threw the wooden box to Benigo.

"Here you go. The Holy Blood Tree seeds you want."

But as soon as the wooden box was thrown out, it returned to Ronan's hands the next second.

Ronan looked at Benigo in surprise.

“Give it to me in three days.

I will leave the magic circle in three days, and you will come here with the seeds to infuse the last ice energy into the rune magic circle on the ice coffin.

Regardless of whether the seeds survive or not, I will return them to you in the future.

Of course, if you don't trust me"

Benigo looked at Ronan and said calmly: "You can also regret it."

Ronan's eyes flickered, "Why didn't you tell me about your departure after you got the seeds?"

Benigo didn't answer, he just turned his head and threw a communication stone to Ronan.

"I have offended many people in the Ring of Law before. If you ask me to be a guarantee, they will easily label you as being with me.

You may be forced to get into some trouble in the future.

Keep this communication stone, and if necessary, you can ask the owner of another communication stone for help, and he will definitely help you. "

Ronan looked steadily at the communication stone in his hand, with light constantly flowing in his eyes.

When he raised his head again, he found that Benigo's figure had long disappeared in front of him.

"Three days."

Blueberry Hotel, in the room, Ronan was sitting on the soft leather sofa, playing with the small wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree in his hand, but his eyes kept falling on the thing on the coffee table in front of him.

A rune stone that records all the metal spells of the first and second levels and the [Silver] soul sigil, and an ordinary communication stone with only one communication mark marked on it.

Those two things Benigo gave him.

Ronan has checked everything. There should be no problem with the inheritance, but the communication stone

"I can't sense the other party's mark at all."

Ronan frowned slightly, "Is this Benigo deliberately trying to trick me at a critical moment, or is it because he was tricked by others?"

The possibility of the latter should be higher.

So far, he has taken advantage of the deal between Ronan and Benigo.

Apart from the simple effort of recharging the rune array on Benigo's ice coffin, he did almost nothing.

Perhaps because of Benigo's reputation, he might have gotten into some unknown trouble, but

This was his own choice, and he knew it beforehand.

After enduring for thirty years, being sucked blood by Basil, and possibly offending some people because of Benigo, he finally chose the last one.

"The smartest and most sensible choice at this time is to collect the seeds, move into the magic circle, and make a good cut with Benigo as soon as possible."

Ronan thought casually in his heart.

Soon, he put the small wooden box in his hand back into the storage waist bag, and calmly picked up the rune stone in front of him that recorded the inheritance of metal magic.

"How about we wait until sunset?"

Benigo sat on the mossy stone steps, picked up the pipe in his hand and knocked it on the edge of the steps, turned his head and whispered to the long wooden box standing beside him.

In front of him was a desolate and dilapidated courtyard, a dry and collapsed pool, a gray wall full of dead vines, and a sun that had already set halfway to the west.

"In fact, I have a chance to get the seeds and leave immediately."

Benigo put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a puff habitually, but no smoke came out.

He never smoked in front of Fiona, because Fiona would cough violently as long as she smelled the slightest smell of tobacco.

"He even gave me the seeds, but I didn't want them."

".. The soul is decaying faster and faster, my strength is weakening every day, and my mental strength is waving goodbye to me when I meditate.

I'm worried that I won't be able to hold on until the day I can return the things to him."

Benigo muttered to himself while holding his pipe. He turned his head to look at the long wooden box beside him and whispered: "I may have thrown away your only hope of resurrection with my own hands. Will you blame me? Fiona."

The long wooden box stood quietly, silent, but Benigo seemed to have gotten the response he wanted.

He reached out to touch the texture on the wooden box, and even the festering wound on his left cheek seemed to become gentle.

Suddenly.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Here we come."

Benigo's eyes lit up slightly and he stood up from the steps.

But soon his face changed again, and he quickly put the long wooden box beside him into his storage waist bag.

"It turns out that it's not the person we are waiting for, Fiona."

A hint of hostility flashed across Benigo's heroic face. He bit his pipe, and his robe fluttered slightly.

He leaned down lightly and began to run slowly towards the place where the footsteps came from.

His footsteps were very light, like the most clever cat stepping on a soft carpet, without making a single sound, and the breath of his whole body was also restrained cleanly.

Dense black spots appeared on the surface of Benigo's skin exposed to the air, and the black spots gathered into black lines, like the lines of some runes.

Benigo's footsteps became faster and faster, and the hostility and coldness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Finally, he approached the place where the footsteps came from, and there was almost only a wall between them.

Benigo silently and silently made a strong swinging motion towards the opposite side of the gray wall.

As he made this move, all the black lines on his body came alive, flowing along his skin, and quickly condensed into a huge and ferocious hiltless heavy sword.

As the heavy sword swung out in sync with Benigo's movements, the entire sword body quietly faded from pure black to silver white, and mysterious auras intertwined and entangled with the sword body.

Where the heavy sword fell, the air was squeezed and collapsed, the light was distorted, and finally.

"Bang!"

The heavy sword slashed fiercely, the air exploded, and the gray brick courtyard wall where it was slashed silently turned into the purest powder. It seemed that someone outside the wall groaned, something was pierced fiercely, and then it was bounced out without a sound.

"Harry!"

Several powerful mental fluctuations suddenly erupted outside the courtyard wall. Someone cried out in shock and anger, and there was a sound of rapid incantation.

"Boom!"

The next second, a terrifying energy particle storm erupted, and the entire outer wall of the huge courtyard collapsed. Smoke and dust rose, and a strong light bloomed from the dust.

Bannigo's eyes were still cold. He didn't know when he had turned back to pure black and flew back to him. Just as he was about to slash at the light and dust again, Bannigo's face suddenly turned pale and he coughed violently as if he was injured.

The handleless heavy sword instantly disintegrated into countless black spots and melted back into the surface of his body. The aura he exuded also quickly weakened.

Bannigo quickly retreated, and at the same time, like swiping ink stains, he threw dozens of densely packed black metal balls forward fiercely.

The energy particles in the metal ball collided violently, and after being submerged in the smoke and dust, they suddenly exploded, producing a terrible explosion aftermath, which spread out, forming heat waves and strong winds, almost flattening the surrounding soil and vegetation.