Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 258 - 136: The Men of the Kaqin Family, Delaying a Battle, Situation (Thanks to Brother Dan, the Alliance Hierarch)_2
Chapter 258: Chapter 136: The Men of the Kaqin Family, Delaying a Battle, Situation (Thanks to Brother Dan, the Alliance Hierarch)_2
"Crack—"
The eggshell-like black crystal wall shattered, and a black-robed figure exuding an icy aura stepped out with grand strides. An overwhelming power spread from within him, lifting the pure black Magic Robe on his body, unbearably chilling.
However, before the aura around him could sustain for long, it froze along with the light in his eyes.
A tall and upright silhouette was seen approaching him at a brisk pace unnoticed.
That figure stepped through the Void as if the air underfoot turned into the frozen surface of a lake, with deep blue veins continuously extending outward.
Two swirls of Ice Sealing Balls filled with intense despair, and two Pure White Ice Blades radiating endless coldness and sharpness, several Spells rapidly circled around him, with the aura of three Extraordinary Magic Realms of the same type but different kinds intertwining...
The black-robed man’s tightly pursed lips involuntarily parted slightly.
Time seemed to stretch indefinitely at this moment.
He watched as the figure, worshipped by the Ice Frost, quietly arrived at his side and gently stepped past him.
As he was passed by...
The combined power of the Three Magic Domains and twelve Magic Anchor Points quietly spread, gently enveloping him.
An indescribable sensation of extreme coldness erupted like a burst dam of a millennia-old glacier. A torrent of piercing white chill instantly submerged the Black Robed Wizard...
When all the deep blue, white, and frost disappeared without a trace.
Everyone on the scene only saw—
A massive ice block, large as a mountain, quietly floating midair, and within the ice, a black-robed figure with an expression of shock and astonishment, frozen still.
The ice block fell silently, crashing to the ground with a colossal sound.
As for the pale young man with white hair who had been in confrontation with him, he was now seen high in the distance, reduced to a mere dot.
From beginning to end, his path had not deviated in the slightest, maintaining a straight line ahead.
He brushed aside the obstruction caused by the black-robed man just as if he was lightly kicking away a small stone on his path, the entire process of magical conflict, no more than two exchanges...
The vast battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Only occasionally would snow slide off treetops, and the faint sound of breaking frost could be heard.
No one spoke, the Wizards of the Fred Family, including all the Black Robed Wizards, were wrapped in immense shock, silent and wordless.
Led by a silver-haired, round-faced young man, the core descendants of the Fred Family were all expressionless, their gazes dull, watching the direction in which the white-haired young man had departed. Their minds were consumed by a single thought tumbling wildly: "Is this... is this truly a man from the Kaqin Family?!.."
...
This was a steep and rugged peak, thinly covered with ice and snow, surrounded by low white pines; a tall Red-haired woman stood atop the peak, gazing into the distance at the tumultuous, roaring Level 3 battlefield.
"Hu—"
A figure descended from the high sky, stepping on invisible, transparent ripples in the air, moving step by step beside the woman.
"You’re here."
The Red-haired woman glanced at the newcomer, greeting him indifferently.
The latter softly hummed in response, reaching up to remove the cloak over his head.
A young, pale man’s face was revealed.
Brown short hair, features neither handsome nor unpleasant.
But a pair of pure, blood-diamond-like red eyes, the face intricately marked with complex black rune patterns, and a naturally occurring malevolent air between his brows, lend him an indescribable presence of powerful charisma on top of what would otherwise be an ordinary exterior.
"How’s the situation?"
The young man softly inquired the woman beside him, while his gaze shifted to the tumult in front.
His wine-red eyes reflected the light of Spells bursting in battle, and the sight of three huge deep blue snake shadows writhing.
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The Red-haired woman replied, "You’re out of luck, the thing you’re looking for has been swallowed by several Cold Scaled Pythons.
If we capture them, perhaps we might extract a bit of essence from their flesh...
However, several Level 3 Wizards from the local family are currently hunting these pythons, and seizing from them would be no easy task..."
"Four Level 3’s, huh..."
The young man squinted his eyes, a faint flicker of light dancing within, murmuring after a long while: "Plus a Third Rank Magical Beast, that indeed is no small challenge...
Then let it be..."
The young man retracted his gaze towards the distance, indifferently stating: "I was just passing by to take a look; it wasn’t something I had to have by necessity."
"Gatherer, you may leave now."
"Okay."
The red-haired woman nodded, just about to leave, when the young man before her seemed to discover something quite surprising, looking at the faintly glowing Communication Stone in his hand, he uttered a soft "hmm."
"What’s wrong?"
The red-haired woman inquired.
The corner of the young man’s eyes twinkled, and he shook his head with a smile: "It’s nothing, just found something very interesting.
The seed that was sown on a whim has, without notice, grown into a lush and thriving fruit tree.
And on that tree, hung fruit with tempting colors..hiss——"
The young man made a deep inhaling gesture, his face showing a look of intoxication as he murmured in low voice: "I can almost imagine that wonderful scene of juice oozing out with one bite."
"Be careful not to break your teeth."
The red-haired woman reminded him expressionlessly: "Think about Gattuso, who you’ve stepped on. When you first joined the swamp... in his eyes, you were just an insignificant little character."
"Is that so?"
The young man’s smile broadened, speaking cheerfully: "If such a thing really happens, that too would be interesting."
The young man took leisurely steps back in the direction he came from, stepping up into the air, sighing softly: "There are too few interesting things in this world... Now, the Black Nightmare Swamp has begun to make me feel bored and uninterested, no pressure, no rivals...
Do you understand me, Bell?"
The red-haired woman caught up with the young man’s pace, speaking quickly.
"After the Mirror Court opens, your emptiness will be filled and satisfied.."
"Let’s hope so.."
With a gentle sigh, their figures vanished high in the sky, gradually disappearing.
...
Ronan skimmed rapidly across the vast snowy forest, the wind whipping up the hem of his Magic Robe and the silver-white hair at his temples.
Suddenly.
His form halted, as if his frost-covered gaze began showing slight cracks.
Ronan took out a flickering Communication Stone from his Space Ring, clutching it tightly in his hand, yet his gaze was fixed straight ahead.
After several breaths, the icy coldness in Ronan’s eyes slowly melted away, he freed himself completely from the state of "Lake of Thoughtlessness" and returned to normal.
"Angelie..."
He softly uttered the name, a mysterious light flickered in his eyes, then subsided.
"Next time... let’s leave this battle for next time."
He didn’t expect to encounter Angelie here, just as Angelie hadn’t expected to bump into him.
Neither was in peak condition, and the spur-of-the-moment fighting spirit couldn’t burn at its fiercest... This was a battle destined not to be fully satisfying.
Neither he nor Angelie wished it to be so.
Ronan took a deep breath, gently suppressed the glow of the Communication Stone in his hand, and responded.
He stood quietly in place for a while, and shortly after, Soraya appeared in his vision.
Approaching swiftly, Ronan stepped forward to meet her, she merely told him flatly: "Let’s go."
Ronan nodded, and then was enveloped by Soraya’s spiritual power, rapidly departing the scene.
...
Cold Stone Manor.
In a quiet room filled with various Rune Formations, Soraya stood in front of Ronan, above the open palm of her outstretched right hand floated a blood clot, deep red with a hint of blue.
Inside the blood clot, faint snake shadows seemed to move, and a slight hissing of snakes echoed around the room.
"An unexpected situation arose... that Third Rank Cold-Scaled Python, before we could get there, was already in a state of severe injury and weakness...
As a result, the quality of the Essence Blood was much poorer than we anticipated..."
Soraya reported the specifics of the hunting incident to Ronan with a slight frown on her face.
...
Thank you to the Alliance Hierarch, Brother Dan, thank you~
