Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 330 - 168 Are you all ready to die for her?

"Swoosh—"

Under the power of the Mirror Dagger, Ronan’s form changed, appearing in an independent small space that had been split off.

But before he could take a moment to look around, he immediately felt an overwhelming spell coming head-on.

Ronan’s expression was unchanged as he raised his hand in a slashing motion.

A dazzling slash of silver-white cascaded out in the shape of the Half Moon Blade, a roaring pale blue flame rose, forcefully cutting a narrow fissure through the mighty tide of energy.

Ronan’s figure blurred for a moment and suddenly vanished in a flash of light and shadow, only to reappear at the edge of the space outside the spell.

Two Resurrection Society Black Robed Wizards with indiscernible faces coldly approached him, their hands continuously casting spells, and on another side, a young wizard dressed in Crimson Tower fashion was also closing in on him, with a sinister expression and hands naturally hanging down, bloodied and covered with the blood of his peers.

Ronan glanced at the few people.

Two Level 3, one at the late stage of Level 2.

It’s possible to fight...

But unnecessary.

The cooldown time of the Mirror Dagger arrived, and Ronan gently pricked his shoulder with the Mirror Dagger in his hand.

"Swoosh—"

His form disappeared into thin air, leaving the three from the Resurrection Society with uncertain expressions.

...

"Plop—"

Ronan gently landed on the Combat Arena and looked around; the Ancient Frost he had released earlier had not yet melted.

"Back again..."

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, "Good thing I’m back."

He gained a brief moment to catch his breath and think.

Ronan realized that he had underestimated the Dawn Rank Magic Tool in the hands of the Resurrection Society.

Indeed, the teleportation ability of the Mirror Dagger could break through the temporary space constructed by the Dawn Magic Tools and shuttle through it at will.

But these independent spaces, controlled by the Magic Tool, were constantly changing in location, and relying solely on direction for judgment was completely inaccurate.

The entire combat venue had a clear outline in Ronan’s mind, but after several attempts, the spatial landing points he achieved were all different from those in his memory.

Of course, that was not the most troublesome part; the current most troublesome issue is...

"The people from the Resurrection Society have realized I’m ’escaping’; they want the World Stone coordinates on me, they should catch up soon..."

Ronan pondered.

At this moment, the first rays of dawn broke at the horizon.

Ronan looked up, only to see the dark blue nightfall receding rapidly on the distant horizon, with the stars fading away, and bright white light cast from afar.

At the junction of dark and light, gray mist diffused, the dawn light was mysteriously blocked, rapidly falling, and reflecting on the ground like a mirror.

The vast Goblin plain, at this moment, seemed to become a giant and calm water surface, with ripples spreading out.

Then, one, two, three...

Twelve figures in Black Robes appeared on the distant horizon, approaching rapidly, walking toward Ronan from all directions, their forms casting elongated shadows on the ground...

"Huh—"

Ronan exhaled lightly, his face quite composed.

The very first time he used the Mirror Dagger, oh no... after killing Ignatius and Damian, he had already anticipated that he might face such a situation.

Just did not expect it to come so quickly.

But...

It doesn’t matter anymore.

Soon, the twelve Black Robed Wizards from the Resurrection Society came near Ronan, each radiating the powerful spiritual power vibrations of Level 3 Wizards.

When these vibrations gathered together, they naturally formed a vast and invisible pressure, slowly rolling towards Ronan.

"I’ve said it before...."

From among the twelve Black Robed figures, a woman’s voice emanated from under the lead Black Robe. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

She slowly stepped out from the midst of the twelve, stretching out a pale and slender hand, with pitch-black nails, gently pulling down the hood that covered her head, revealing a flirtatiously grim face covered with twisted black patterns.

"You are mine."

The woman smiled at Ronan, her emerald green lips, as if soaked in poison, slowly stretching up to her ears.

Her expression was bizarre, with an unspeakable eeriness and madness, and her eyes showed a dense resentment and joy, a look of finally having her wishes fulfilled.

"Lola."

Ronan slightly narrowed his eyes, calmly uttering the woman’s name.

That mad dog-like woman who first brought him deep despair, the first to drag him into the abyss of death... in a sense, also the first to grant him "rebirth."

He had killed her once before.

Now, she’s back.

"Level 3..."

Ronan felt the aura emanating from Lola, his gaze slightly fluctuating.

Lola, as a member of the Ancient Witch Revival Association, appearing before him, Ronan isn’t surprised at all.

Lola is a natural-born "terrorist"; joining the Wizard World’s "terrorist organization" is only too appropriate.

It’s just that the other party’s strength surprised Ronan a bit.

But remembering what Jerome had mentioned to him, Lola seemed to have inherited almost all of her mother’s strength, the headmistress of Hoddam Wizard College, through some mysterious bloodline connection.

With Lola’s own talent being not too shabby, plus the techniques of the Ancient Witch Revival Association, advancing to Level 3 is not strange.

Just...

Ronan sensed that Lola now no longer seemed to be a pure Plant Wizard; he caught a faint whiff of decay on her.

Mmm.. this woman is becoming more and more repulsive.

"Who would have thought that the worm... writhing on the ground, begging me for mercy, could..."

Lola suddenly took two steps forward, seemingly wanting to get closer to him, wearing a kind of neurotic expression, she said with a click of her tongue: "Grow to such heights as you are now, it’s really unexpected..."