Wizard Bloodline

The blazing white torrent of vitality, like magma washing over a river channel, infuses every inch of skin, muscle, and meridians.

In the magma, there are cold and sharp "gravels" rolling constantly.

Ronan felt his body being torn, destroyed, melted, and reshaped under these two hot and cold forces!

The slippery and sticky evil whispers lingering in his ears suddenly became louder, like countless sharp pieces of metal sliding wildly on smooth glass.

"They" stuck to Ronan's ears and roared hysterically at him: "Frost. Hekalto Frost! Hekalto! Hekalto!!"

The thick ice layer on the Lake of No Thoughts broke and collapsed, and countless violent, cruel, and vicious thoughts surged up from the bottom of the lake.

The firm will that Ronan was once proud of was quickly eroded and occupied by another incomplete, ancient, majestic, and evil will at this moment.

His consciousness fell into chaos, constantly switching between clarity and blur.

".Hektor!..Hektor!!"

"Hektor!!"

This name kept repeating in his ears.

He had a splitting headache, and the lingering voice in his ears almost tortured him to madness.

Who am I?

Who is Heektor?

There were countless voices roaring in his heart, and the mark of Ronan Damien seemed to be fading and disappearing, and those memories were quickly dissolved.

Finally, the countless voices merged into one——

"Hektor is me!"

Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

In the middle of the dark blue and pure white eyes, the vertical pupil slit suddenly opened, and a scarlet light that was a hundred times purer than blood bloomed.

The hoarse and low voice passed through the chest and throat, as if it came from ancient times, buzzing.

"I am Heektor."

In the name of...Frost.

At the same time, in the independent space that was about to collapse.

All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society looked at the same position with doubtful eyes, including the most powerful black-robed Darkhead.

It was an extremely huge ball of light, with countless dark blue and pure white lightning interweaving around it.

There was an indescribable ancient, heavy, and icy breath emanating from the light ball, gradually spreading to the entire space.

Everyone had an indescribable sense of uneasiness growing in their hearts. Instinct warned them that they must act immediately, but reason felt that this was absurd and ridiculous.

These two contradictory emotions made everyone very unnatural, and the crowd began to stir inexplicably.

"Darkhead..."

Someone called softly.

The black-robed Darkhead of the Resurrection Society standing in the air raised his palm, and then slowly took out a colorful sheep-horn mask from under his black robe.

There was a handle at the bottom of the mask. The black-robed Darkhead held the mask in his hand and chanted a strange and low spell.

Soon, a trace of terrible rune fluctuations came out from the mask.

The hollow eye sockets of the goat-horned mask glowed with a dark black light, and the tips of the two twisted horns gradually extended black energy blades.

The blades were covered with strange and complex rune marks, and the breath it exuded silently devoured everything around it. The entire space collapsed slightly, and the direction of the collapse was exactly the position of the strange goat-horned mask.

The dark-headed man in black robes held the handle of the goat-horned mask with both hands, as if holding a huge and strange two-handed sword.

He raised the mask calmly, and the black energy blades formed by countless runes cut out pieces of corrosion-like traces in the void, and the speed of the entire space collapse seemed to be faster.

And just as he was about to make a move to cut it down.

Suddenly, the entire space seemed to be frozen, and time was frozen.

An indescribable, ancient, evil, and majestic will quietly descended.

All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society on the field showed expressions of horror on their faces, and their mental power fluctuations and bodies all trembled at the same time in an instant.

The huge ball of light interwoven with countless dark blue and pure white lightnings broke through silently, and an extremely ferocious yet enchanting body appeared——

A slender body more than three meters tall, covered with dark blue snake scales, surrounded by countless dark blue frost, and vaguely revealed a strange but handsome face.

There was a pair of scarlet vertical pupils on that face, a strange bulge on the forehead, and narrow and strange patterns on both sides of the cheeks, like runes symbolizing coldness and ominousness.

The dark blue long hair silently floated around him, like extremely small ice snakes, guarding and surrounding him.

All the sense of collapse caused by the black sword of sheep horns was now taken away by this body.

The sky was white, and countless dawn lights were projected from the distant sky, all falling on this body, forming an indescribable, evil but gorgeous picture.

The dark-robed man looked at the enchanting figure in front of him, and the two looked at each other silently.

After a moment, he seemed to come back to his senses, and continued the unfinished action in his hands with a calm look.

The black rune sword with terrifying power slowly slashed down, and countless black lights crisscrossed. It seemed slow, but in fact, it reached the top of the head of the enchanting figure in less than a blink of an eye.

Facing this terrible attack, the latter did not dodge or retreat.

He just raised his head, and then

smiled silently.

The corners of his mouth covered with snake scales stretched all the way to the roots of his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

Combined with the pair of pure scarlet vertical eyes, there was an indescribable creepiness and weirdness.

"Crack——"

The sudden sound of shattering sounded.

In the independent small space, the invisible and transparent void showed traces like broken mirrors.

The two figures sitting in the seats suddenly stood up and looked around.

"The space restriction is about to collapse."

Aqiduo said softly.

"Hu——"

Caroni exhaled lightly, and a strong mental wave emanated from him.

His originally heroic and rough facial features became even colder and harder at this moment, and a faint silver metallic luster bloomed between his naturally drooping fingers.

"The bastards of the Resurrection Society."

The two did not speak again, but the anxious and cold murderous intent spread out in waves like a rising tide.

Behind the two, Orian, whose face had returned to normal, slowly opened his eyes, his expression firm and calm, and he was ready to fight.

"Ka Ka Ka——"

In the space filled with a strong smell of blood, silver-white cracks appeared in the blood.

In the huge vortex formed by countless blood mists, the hideous flesh monster suddenly opened its eyes.

It can be seen that on its deformed and huge body, there are strange eyeballs of different sizes.

Rufus quietly stood up, looked at the traces of the rupture of the surrounding space, and slowly raised his right hand.

In the palm of the creepy hand with seven or eight fingers, no skin, only exposed muscles and tendons, there was a delicate and beautiful woman's head lying quietly.

Rufus looked up at the sky and could vaguely see the outlines of several rounds of light balls like big suns entangled in the sky.

"Now... you have no place to hide"

"What a rare feast."

"Pop!"

Rufus closed his five fingers, and the woman's head in the palm of his hand exploded directly, and the blood plasma splashed on his face.

Rufus extended his slender scarlet tongue, gently licked a few drops of blood on his lips, and whispered: "I'm really looking forward to it."

The signs of the collapse of the space "prison" were fed back to each independent small space, and the battle between the Dawn-level wizards in the sky seemed to be coming to an end. There was a continuous drop of thick magic energy, smashing a piece of red magma, poisonous swamps, and thunder pits on the ground and in the void.

The black robes of the Resurrection Society retreated one after another. Many people realized that the home court of the Resurrection Society was about to retreat. Next, it was time for them to revenge and counterattack.

The wait was as long as a century, or perhaps only a few short breaths.

Without any signs, countless divided independent small spaces were broken at a certain moment.

The panoramic view of the competition venue reappeared on the Goblin Plain.

"Boom boom boom——"

One after another, cold and powerful mental power rose up, full of murderous intent against the Resurrection Society.

But before these long-trapped wizards could make any counterattack, their minds were completely taken away by the scene before them.

——

In the center of the competition arena, a black robe exuding a strong sense of power was surrounded by countless rune fluctuations, holding a strange goat-horn long sword in both hands, and making a slashing motion at a place.

However, before the goat-horn long sword in his hand fell, the whole person was pierced by a figure interwoven with dark blue frost

"Shua——"

The golden and round sunrise jumped out from the horizon, and endless golden light spread all over the earth.

Everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes.

They saw that the black robe holding the sword fell from the air like a stone, and behind him, a strange and slender figure bathed in the bright light of the sunrise, and raised his head to the sky and roared silently and majestically.

At this moment, the dignity and coldness from ancient times were peeping.

Everyone's mind was swaying, and they fell into a moment of absent-mindedness.

"Boom!"

A furious roar suddenly erupted in the sky, and the sound of the spell chanting was amplified to the extreme, covering all the sounds in this world.

An extremely strong light burst out from the sky.

All wizards lost their vision, and their mental will was trembling slightly.

This is the power of the dawn level.

When the dazzling light gradually dissipated, everyone regained their sight.

However, the strange and hideous shadow that occupied their pupils before had disappeared without a trace.

In the sky, only three suns of thunder, crystal and blood were hanging high, and the light seemed slightly dimmer than at the beginning.

Below, the black-robed figures of the wizards of the Resurrection Society were retreating rapidly.

But under the shining light of the three dawn suns, they seemed to have nowhere to hide.

After a short silence, someone came back to his senses.

Following, a chase battle between wizards broke out.

"Kacha——"

In the micro-secret space, Benigo, who was busy in front of the experimental table, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head to look in one direction, and slowly picked up a silver hourglass used for simple timing.

A crack appeared in the middle of the hourglass, and the silver sand inside leaked out.

Benigo looked at the hourglass in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, and an inexplicable bad premonition gradually arose in his heart.

"Is it the prophetic talent that comes with the gray elf bloodline?"

Benigo picked up the notebook and simply recorded some data and information thoughtfully.

He paced back and forth in front of the experimental table, walked to the ice coffin where Fiona was sealed, and carefully checked, but there was no abnormality.

Benigo walked out of the secret space, and just stepped out from behind the waterfall that hid the entrance to the secret space, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

The originally empty valley was covered with a thin layer of frost. A huge ice crystal snake with a single horn on its head was entrenched in it, looking at him quietly.

"Is it you?"

The ice crystal snake glanced at Benigo, then retracted his gaze, looked up at a high place in the sky, and kept making anxious "hissing" sounds.

Just as Benigo frowned, suddenly a powerful, ancient, majestic, and evil will suddenly descended into the valley.

The next second, a figure quickly enlarged in Benigo's field of vision. Seeing the appearance of the figure, Benigo's pupils shrank fiercely.

Dark blue long hair like a waterfall, a slender body covered with snake scales, and ominous lines on both sides of the cheeks.

The whole body reveals a strong noble, ancient, and evil temperament.

The figure descended into the valley like lightning, and stepped directly on the head of the ice crystal snake in the valley.

The huge ice crystal demon snake almost instantly lowered its body, but it let out an unwilling hiss.

"Despicable fellow blood. Do you want to resist me?"

A hoarse and low voice, like countless pieces of ice rolling, sounded.

The enchanting figure with dark blue long hair stepped on the head of the ice crystal demon snake and looked down at it coldly, until the pressure from the depths of the blood was transmitted to it, and the latter instinctively drove it to surrender.

Benigo saw a charming and evil handsome face through the dark blue frost surrounding the figure like a thick cloud, and could vaguely distinguish some familiar outlines.

"Daidamien?"

Benigo blurted out, and the voice attracted the sidelong glance of the figure, and a pair of scarlet vertical eyes with endless coldness fell on him.

The moment he was stared at by the pair of vertical eyes, Benigo almost had the urge to kneel down directly.

The figure slowly walked towards Benigo, and every step he took left a dark blue frost mark in the air that looked like a rune.

As the figure approached, Benigo was enveloped by a vast ocean of coldness. He felt that his throat and heart were all deeply strangled by a pair of extremely cold invisible hands.

"Plop--"

Benigo knelt on one knee, the blood on his face quickly faded, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen and stopped flowing.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented threat of death, which enveloped him little by little like a dark cloud.

"Roar!"

Benigo roared unwillingly, and a weak mental power wave rose from his body, but in the heavy cold that gathered invisibly, his struggle could not even make a small splash.

Just when Benigo thought he was about to die in the next second, the figure suddenly stopped.

"Hu-hu--"

Incredibly heavy panting.

Benigo looked up and saw the tall and slender figure with his shoulders shaking violently, his face showing an expression of pain and struggle.

The eyes opened, and at this time, there was a clear and calm light and a violent and cruel light flashing back and forth in the vertical blood eyes.

He stretched out his hand to Benigo and urged him in a hoarse voice.

"Benigo, hurry up... prepare the second blood purification ceremony for me!"

The coldness that had been attached to his body before had disappeared without a trace. Benigo broke free from the pressure of death and looked at the struggling and painful appearance of the figure in front of him. A situation immediately came to his mind.

"Blood will devour?!"

Benigo's face showed a deep solemnity. Without any nonsense, he turned around and stepped into the secret realm.

A moment later, he brought out the Holy Blood Tree, which was more than five meters tall, with lush branches and leaves, and was bathed in a mysterious red glow.

The moment it saw the figure, the branches and leaves of the Holy Blood Tree began to shake eagerly, and dense red tubes immediately grew under the branches and leaves, wrapping around the figure.

But as soon as these tubes touched the dark blue frost clouds around the figure, they were immediately frozen and shattered.

"Damien, gather your strength... Don't surrender to Him!"

Benigo's eyes flashed and he spoke quickly.

The figure with his eyes closed let out a low roar, suddenly bit his lips, and blue and red blood flowed from the wound.

The frost clouds around him surged violently, and gradually were gathered into the body like smoke.

The tubes released by the Holy Blood Tree finally attached to his body smoothly, and soon wrapped it layer by layer, weaving it into a huge blood cocoon.

At this time, the struggle between the two wills in the blood cocoon could be felt more and more clearly.

One was ancient evil, full of destruction and violence.

The other was clear and calm, like a stream flowing in the autumn sun.

The latter quickly weakened and faded under the former, as if being devoured and dissolved.

Mysterious rune light paths appeared on each thin tube of the entangled blood cocoon, and twitched.

The ancient evil breath quickly faded.

However, the glow on the Holy Blood Tree also dimmed quickly, and the whole tree became withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless leaves withered..

Just one blood extraction, the weak Holy Blood Tree almost exhausted all its power.

Without hesitation, Benigo took out a large amount of potions and blood that had been prepared or not prepared from the storage waist bag, and poured them into the Holy Blood Tree.

After all the potion bottles were emptied, he cut his wrists and let the blood flow.

But even so, the power of the Holy Blood Tree was still not enough, and the huge blood cocoon began to tremble slightly, as if something was about to break out of it.

Bannigo's face turned pale and his body swayed due to the massive blood loss, but he seemed to be unaware of it. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were constantly scanning the scene in thought.

Suddenly, Benigo's eyes stopped at the crouching ice crystal demon snake not far away. The latter sensed his gaze and responded indifferently.

Benigo's eyes flickered and he spoke in a low voice.

"I know the relationship between you two. You resent him and try to get out of his control."

"But if you think this is a good opportunity, you are wrong."

"Once his will is completely swallowed up by the will of the ancient frost hydra remaining in his blood, then you will be truly doomed and will never be able to turn over!"

"Roar——"

The ice crystal demon snake roared angrily, as if to express disdain for what Benigo said.

Benigo looked at it calmly.

After an unknown amount of time, the blood cocoon released by the Holy Blood Tree was already showing a tendency to break into pieces, and finally.

The Ice Crystal Demon Snake wavered, hissed, and reluctantly swam its huge body slowly over.

With the support of the large amount of blood of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, the power of the Holy Blood Tree could be barely maintained.

Bannigo's eyes relaxed, but when he moved on to the blood cocoon, he was immediately covered by a thick haze.

He knew Ronan's current situation very well, and he mentioned this situation in the blood transplant notes given to him by the other party.

That was the backlash suffered by the host after the forced fusion of blood failed.

The self-will and the blood will entered the most primitive and direct struggle, and the winner was qualified to obtain the final control of the body.

If you are not careful in this process, your self-will may be swallowed up, and you will be completely degraded from then on, and become a monster that only acts on instinct.

If it was a normal blood of a demon beast, it might be okay. After all, Ronan had taken six bottles of "Murphytira's Kiss" in a row. Even Benigo was shocked by the strength and tenacity of his will.

But what was rooted in his body was the unprecedented blood of the ancient frost hydra.

Once the will of this ancient overlord awakens from the blood, even if it is just a little bit of awareness of the danger, it is not something that others can guess.

"Damien"

Benigo stared at the blood cocoon, and whispered with a complex look, "I will try my best to do what I can, but the rest... it depends on you."

After that, Benigo took out a bottle of healing potion from the storage waist bag and swallowed it slowly.

Then, expressionlessly, he cut another cut on the wrist that he stretched out to water the holy blood tree, so that the blood flowed out faster.

The Goblin Plains incident broke out, directly shocking half of the south.

The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

This name, which was so old that many people almost forgot it, once again entered the vision of all southern wizards.

In order to seize the broken world stone, the power hidden in the dark of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society broke out, and everyone was shocked to realize the extent to which this evil organization had infiltrated the major wizard forces in the south.

In the battle of the Goblin Plains, the current patriarch of the Sakirs family in Molten Crystal Lake, the first wizard of the Thorn Palace, and two Dawn Wizards with strength reaching level 4 rebelled. Under the joint suppression of several wizards of the same level led by the Speaker of the Thunder Council, one escaped and the other died.

The latter paid a heavy price of the death of a Dawn Wizard in the Black Nightmare Swamp, the serious injury of the Dawn Wizard in the Scarlet Tower, and the loss of the Broken World Stone that had just been excavated from the Ancient Mirror Court.

And the level below the dawn.

In the Black Nightmare Swamp, a total of 23 wizard geniuses above level 2 rebelled, led by the chief genius Angele; Jupiter, the first genius of the Thunder Council, was seriously injured and dying; except for the chief genius Rufus, the second to seventh wizard geniuses of the Scarlet Tower were all killed; all members of the Sakirs family of Molten Crystal Lake rebelled, and the blood of the ancient fire demon ravaged Molten Crystal Lake; the Thorn Palace was even more caught in a huge civil strife, and the blood of wizards dyed the thorn forest red.

The top genius competition held by the six major wizard forces on the Goblin Plains, a broken world stone, constantly involved the forces of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

A huge turmoil in the wizard world that affected half of the south also slowly kicked off.

A month later, the Silver Ring, the first tower.

No eunuch, just a problem with the body, slowly adjust, don't fight, and be prepared for a protracted war. Sorry