Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 326 - 166: [Hekarter’s Death Gaze]! You ants, how dare you look me in the eye? (Bonus)_2

Chapter 326: Chapter 166: [Hekarter’s Death Gaze]! You ants, how dare you look me in the eye? (Bonus)_2

Crimson-gold flames raged wildly.

A monstrous, hideous hand slowly released, tossing a wizard’s body, now charred black, onto the ground like discarded trash.

At this moment, Ignatius was bathed in roaring flames, his stature nearly doubled from before, with two twisted horns over half a foot long growing on his forehead, and his body covered in chunks of black hard pieces like solidified magma. Between these chunks, a large number of orange-gold light patterns lit up, forming intricate and strange patterns.

His eyes had turned almost completely pure gold. With every breath, a thick sulfur aroma spewed from his nostrils and mouth, his whole being exuding an indescribable aura of terror.

"@%...&*..."

Brief, rapid chants of spells sounded by his ears. Ignatius abruptly turned his head, his gaze firmly locked on a figure radiating piercing green light.

The spell formed in an instant, turning into tangible green brilliance like countless arrows, rapidly attacking Ignatius with fearsome energy fluctuations wrapped in the aura of Extraordinary Magic Realm, the force shaking the Void.

Ignatius’s orange-gold eyes flared with cold and fierce light, he didn’t dodge but met the magic head-on.

Terrifying flames scorched the air, leaving behind a long, blurred, and distorted trail.

"Boom!"

The green crystal brilliance was shattered directly by a red comet, and before the Level 3 Wizard who was casting could show a shocked expression, a horrifying and ferocious hand had already violently pierced through his body.

Ignatius appeared behind him, his gaze cruelly slowly pulling his hand from the body, his fingers still clutching a heart quickly turning into charcoal.

Ignatius mouthed as if swallowing towards the wizard’s body about to fall. A somewhat ghostly and blurred figure was swiftly pulled out from that shell, screaming as it was slowly swallowed by Ignatius.

Having done all this, he closed his eyes as if savoring something.

When his eyes opened again, the orange-gold in his dark eye sockets seemed even brighter, the surrounding flames also felt much hotter.

At this time, all wizards in this small area had turned into charcoal and corpses.

Some people in the space nearby retreated in fear, while others screamed and furiously cast futile spells from behind walls of Void that looked like mirrors.

Ignatius walked forward with a nonchalant expression, leaving behind charred footprints in the Void he passed.

He surveyed his surroundings, each divided small battlefield was erupting in fierce combat.

Ignatius’s cold gaze locked onto several combat groups.

"Lufer... Jupiter... Orian..."

All were names as renown as his, either in tough battles or already severely injured.

Ignatius licked his lips, his eyes showing a strong desire, he was very clear of the immense benefits he would receive if he were to devour these people’s souls and flesh.

Regrettably,

These individuals were the highly valued talents of major forces, temporarily they could not be consumed, needing to be kept as bargaining chips for the upper echelons of Dawn.

He shifted his gaze from them, and at that moment, silvery light fell before him.

Several figures, enveloped in Black Robes, stepped out from the light, each radiating powerful fluctuations characteristic of Level 3 Wizards.

The leader of the group, holding a silver Magic Cube in his right hand that was spinning constantly,

stepped toward Ignatius and reached to take off the hood over his head, revealing a pale, delicate baby face.

It was Damian, who had fought Ronan before and then disappeared.

Damian stood on the Thorny Palace battlefield, his expression unnaturally calm as he ignored the bodies of Thorny Palace Wizards strewn around his feet and beside him.

"Where’s that bastard Angelie?"

Ignatius, seeing Damian, coldly inquired, "He suddenly started ahead of time, disrupting all plans, now his whereabouts are unknown..."

"I’m not sure."

Damian shook his head, "After he severely injured Jupiter, he completely disappeared, unable to be contacted again.."

"Even if he successfully obtains the World Stone... he will have no merit!"

Ignatius’s eyes darkened, then as if thinking of something, squinted his eyes and cast his cold gaze in a particular direction.

At his gaze’s target, he could see a young figure sitting quietly, seemingly unrelated to all the surrounding chaos and noise.

"It’s time also to go get the coordinates..."

Ignatius smirked, stepping towards the youth.

Damian frowned slightly, following beside him, and spoke softly, "Lola said no one should touch him?"

"Is this kid still Lola’s favorite?"

Ignatius glanced at him, slightly surprised.

"No."

Damian shook his head, "Lola wants to kill him herself... he has been an enemy of Lola’s for a long time."

"Ha..."

Ignatius silently sneered, not stopping his steps, quickly leaving Damian behind.

"Let Lola vent on his relics then...

Under my hands, not even ashes will remain.

The vermin that once insulted the blood of the Flame Demon..."

....

"Has he come?"

Ronan felt a slight fluctuation of Spatial Energy, raising his head, seeing Ignatius slowly entering in the form of the Flame Demon, followed by Damian and others.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Some previous doubts seemed answered at this moment.