Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 454 - 210: Life Witch, Forbidden Magic Tool_2

The young wizard before my eyes is a prime example, his Third Rank Magical Artifact equipment alone exceeds that of a normal wizard by several times.

Nobody knows how many treasures are hidden within his storage space. To many wizards, he is like a walking humanoid treasure, comparable to the rumored "Treasure Goblins".

"Farlin. Leonardo."

The young wizard from "Secret Power Workshop" seemed somewhat nervous and uneasy upon seeing his opponent was Ronan.

With considerable grace, he took the initiative to introduce himself to Ronan, setting a relatively "friendly" tone in anticipation of the battle.

Ronan nodded his head and reported his own name as well.

Just as he was preparing to make a move, the young wizard named Farlin from the Secret Power Workshop said something astonishing — "You’re very strong, and I’m no match for you.

But I have a very powerful Magic Tool, my trump card. If you can withstand my next attack, I will concede...

Is that acceptable?"

"Uh..."

Ronan was startled.

Before he could react, he saw the opponent quickly pull out an ancient-looking, dark golden dagger from the sleeve of his Magic Robe.

The dagger appeared very old, imbued with the aura of time. Its handle was a twisted, entwined Golden Snake, with a dim Ruby embedded in the serpent’s eyes.

The opponent, holding the dagger, rapidly chanted an ancient and mysterious Spell.

Soon after, eerie fluctuations began to emanate from the Golden Snake dagger.

As the final syllable of the Spell was uttered, his voice suddenly surged, staring solemnly at Ronan and shouting:

"Fortunate is he who beholds it, yet yearning to possess.

Fortunate is he who possesses, for Death shall be his next step.

....

Divert thy gaze...despicable coveter!"

As the words fell, the opponent drew the dagger across the palm of his hand, frighteningly without a drop of blood.

Immediately after, the dagger exuded an indescribably terrifying presence, the serpent’s eyes began to dazzle, tendrils of black mist rose, and the vast Space of the platform undulated violently like ripples in water...

Ronan was momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, his expression turned ugly.

"Damn..."

"It’s a Dawn Rank Magic Tool!"

.....

Glorious energy light engulfed the entire plain’s sky, like countless beautiful evening clouds presenting a dreamlike and magnificent spectacle, both stunning and beautiful.

On a tall hill, a figure gazed up at it all.

An ordinary-looking man with gray curly hair, emerald-like eyes, and pale skin, his age indeterminable.

He was draped in a long Black Robe trailing on the ground, appearing completely immersed in the beauty of the scene, his face brimming with intense longing and enchantment.

Someone appeared behind him, wearing a similar Black Robe, their face concealed by the hanging edge of the hood.

"It reminds me of our year..."

The man with gray hair withdrew his gaze, turned to the person in the Black Robe behind him, and spoke in a tone of reminiscence: "Do you remember, Dolu?

Back then, you were radiant, charging into the top four in a single breath, nearly a step away from becoming the chief of that generation...

And I, merely a small Second-level Wizard, didn’t even have the qualifications to participate.

I could only stay outside, looking up at you with eyes full of limitless admiration..."

The man in Black Robe remained silent. After a moment, a low and hoarse male voice emerged from beneath the robe.

"The guardian following the Alba Family should only have Level 4 strength, not a concern.

The trouble is that the Phoenix bloodline is involved with our target. If we move according to the original plan, we must consider the potential impact they might cause...

The higher-ups now want you to decide whether..."

The man with gray hair raised his hand to interrupt the Black Robe’s speech.

"Don’t you understand, Dolu?

If it were just to capture that little girl from the Alba Family, you alone would suffice to return..."

The man in the Black Robe paused, then continued, "Although the Phoenix bloodline is not well-known, they have always been one of the oldest and most prestigious bloodlines of the Upper Ring, their immortal wings perhaps not yet withered to ashes, in case..."

"This is not something you need to worry about."

The grey-haired man spoke calmly.

The man in the Black Robe fell silent.

The grey-haired man continued slowly,

"Legend has it that Life Witch Joli Nolins Alba, before her death, forged twelve powerful Life Sets, eight of which were destroyed and lost in battle.

The descendants of Alba, with the remaining four sets, established a vast empire in the Central Upper Ring..."

"Our target this time, although her Phoenix bloodline is rather thin, coincidentally aligns extremely well with one of the Life Sets..."

"Do you think we just want to collect her bloodline?"

The man in the Black Robe trembled slightly as he quickly raised his hooded head.

"You should be aware that I’m in charge of the Savior Weapon project. If your performance is satisfactory to me..."

The grey-haired man turned to look at the man in the Black Robe, his eyes gentle as he spoke: "I am willing to make you my assistant, and even... you might have the chance to become one of the first controllers of the weapons."

"Dolu, strive to do what you ought to do, the rest... is up to me."

The grey-haired man extended his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the man in the Black Robe, whispering, "Don’t disappoint me."

The man in the Black Robe bowed his head and responded softly: "Understood."

A satisfied smile appeared on the grey-haired man’s face.

He then turned his gaze to the center of the distant rosy light convergence, looking at the closely-packed circle representing the countless tiny black dots of wizards, his face showing deep emotion.

"Southern... How many hundreds of years since I last returned? I’ve almost forgotten..."

"How nostalgic..."

With the man’s sigh, the two figures atop the hill dispersed like ink, disappearing beneath the multitude of twilight in the blink of an eye.

.....

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

....

Like a cape, the white long hair waved wildly behind Ronan, his biceps bulged with sinewy veins, and his hands were covered in dense snakelike patterns, white light flashing around him like lightning.

Ronan’s face twisted slightly as an indescribably thick Magic Domain Qi Mechanism intertwined and condensed between his palms. Countless Ice Frost gathered into spheres with Ice Balls enveloped by silver metallic shields made of Titanium...

He had raised almost all his defenses to their maximum, yet he still couldn’t withstand the vague twisted black void light in front of him.

The latter, unstoppable like bamboo, broke through his layers of defenses, melting Titanium, shattering Ice Balls, collapsing Magic Domain... Ronan clasped his hands trying to grasp the void light with his bare hands, but his palms were instantly sliced...

The black void light swiftly streaked over Ronan’s body, its strength finally exhausted, and it vanished into the air.

Expressionless, Ronan’s side showed a deep gash quickly healing.

As his icy gaze lifted to face his opponent, he was met with a rushed and slightly panicked voice.

"Alright... I give up!"

"Whew——"

A huge Mysterious Light Group emerged from the opponent, quickly absorbed into Ronan’s body.

The massive grey cloud tumultuously churned and expanded once again.

Ronan felt his soul power and spiritual power growing rapidly, and his frustrated mood had somewhat eased.

Seeing the Wizard Farlin from Secret Power Workshop as his opponent, pale-faced, cheeks hollowed and nearly collapsing from weakness, his bottled-up feelings finally subsided entirely.

"Sorry, Damien, Secret Power Workshop will compensate you later..."

Wizard Farlin, his voice hoarse, tossed a Communication Stone to Ronan, his lifeless eyes showing an uncontrollable deep tremor.

As a Spellcaster, Farlin was naturally all too aware of the terrifying potency of his Dawn Magic Tool, evident from his current state.

Being almost able to drain a Genius Wizard at the Intermediate Level 3 Stage half-dry, it couldn’t possibly be an ordinary Dawn Rank Magic Tool.

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