Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 257 - 136: The Men of the Kaqin Family, Delaying a Battle, Situation (Thanks to Brother Dan, the Alliance Hierarch)
Chapter 257: Chapter 136: The Men of the Kaqin Family, Delaying a Battle, Situation (Thanks to Brother Dan, the Alliance Hierarch)
During Ronan’s weak apprenticeship, there had been two instances where his life and death were completely at someone else’s mercy, enveloping him in despair and helplessness.
These two instances, one came from Lola, and the other... from Angelie.
Both of them had once cast a deep shadow in Ronan’s heart, becoming two insurmountable high walls.
Later, Ronan shattered one of these walls, and now... only Angelie remained before him.
The purpose of this trip, and everything and everyone around him, seemed to become irrelevant to Ronan at this moment.
His eyes saw only Angelie, his mind held a single thought, and something within his body began to burn, from a spark, quickly turning into an unprecedented blaze, enveloping Ronan entirely.
Then, it was rapidly restrained, along with the irrelevant emotions and cluttering thoughts, all frozen deep at the bottom of the heart lake...
Talent, [Lake of Thoughtlessness]!
In Ronan’s eyes, the infinitely tranquil lake blue solidified, unrippled, like two mirrors reflecting Angelie’s figure.
The gray-silver Magic Robe gently lifted as Ronan crossed half the battlefield in one step, like a sharp sword with its tip aimed directly at Angelie.
Clearly, Angelie was also waiting for him, just as he had when they first faced each other.
He watched Ronan approach quietly, his face under the black cloak smiling silently, looking at Ronan as if he was a ripe, juicy fruit waiting to be picked.
However, just as Ronan was about to reach him, the fighting intent flowing between them suddenly stalled.
It seemed Angelie received some message, a Communication Stone suddenly appearing in his hand, his eyes flickering rapidly under his hood, shifting his gaze from Ronan, slightly turning his head to whisper something to a Black Robed Wizard nearby with black lips...
After all that, he gave Ronan a deep look, then without turning his head, his figure soared into the air, quickly leaving.
"Angelie."
In the state of [Lake of Thoughtlessness], Ronan, driven by obsession and without any expression, chased after the departing figure of Angelie.
But in the next second, he was blocked by a figure.
A man belonging to the Intermediate Level 2 Stage, nearing the Late Level 2 Stage, stood in front of Ronan, his immense spiritual power waves released recklessly like an expanding dense shadow.
"Although I do not know why a mere Level 1 Wizard like you is so valued by the master..."
The Black Robed man looked down on Ronan from above, his black thin lips tightly shut, his expression cold, speaking as if his voice came from deep within his stomach.
"But the master said, I must treat you well."
With that, his eyes suddenly emitted two black diamond-like glints, massive spiritual power mobilizing, creating from nothing a surging tide of black, releasing terrifying Spell pressure, swiftly rolling towards Ronan.
Just moments before, he had used this Dark Magic to almost suffocate the core group of the Fred Family’s Second-level Wizards.
Even now, the group, including the silver-haired round-faced young man, felt a deep shadow linger in their hearts; their scalps tingling involuntarily retreated backwards, even though the Spell wasn’t aimed at them.
Faced with the rolling black tide taking on various eerie and bizarre forms, Ronan seemed to see nothing, his body continuously moving straight forward without deviating an inch.
Underneath the Magic Robe, a slender and pale arm was lifted as Ronan made a horizontal slashing motion forward.
Black fluid metal flowed along his arm, spurting from his fingertips, little by little transforming into a bright silver... like casually splashed high-temperature silver slurry, instantly cooling and solidifying upon contact with the air, ultimately becoming a huge, icy, and elegant Half Moon Blade.
After the radiant silver blade appeared, it briefly hovered in the air, its invisible momentum swiftly accumulating, reaching a certain peak, as numerous mysterious forces erupted from the silver edge, turning into a fiercely burning azure blue Flames.
"Whoosh—"
The Half Moon Blade wrapped in azure Flames shot out, colliding with the black Spell tide summoned by the Black Robed Wizard in a split second.
Without any hesitance or obstruction, the surging mighty black Spell tide was silently cleaved apart, the azure Flames, escorting the Half Moon blade, in the blink of an eye, closing in on the near front of the Black Robed man.
The Black Robed man’s pupils constricted, and for the first time, his expression changed on his rigid, numb, pale face.
He flew backwards, with one Energy Shield after another rising around him, but under the closely pressing radiant silver edge, they were sliced through like butter paper.
At a certain moment, a strong premonition of danger abruptly surged from the bottom of the Black Robed man’s heart. He saw the huge half-moon-shaped silver blade above him blazing with fiercely burning azure Flames, which, in less than half a second, were all pulled back, replaced by bright, dazzling red lights flashing one after another.
The entire massive crescent blade appeared as if it was being heated continuously by some force, violently trembling, constantly on the unstable brink of Rampage!
"Not good!"
The expression of the Black Robed man tightened, his hand instantly producing two black spheres, which he fiercely crushed.
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The huge Half Moon Blade exploded into a brilliant, splendid silver fireworks, with the resulting terrifying energy shockwaves blasting through the Void, stirring up one after another of turbulent, violent currents.
Simultaneously with the silver fireworks, a thick black sturdy wall appeared, wrapping the Black Robed man like an eggshell, directly facing the metal explosion’s devastating power, shaking, yet standing firm...
