Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 331 - 168: Are You All Prepared to Be Buried with Her?_2
Chapter 331: Chapter 168: Are You All Prepared to Be Buried with Her?_2
"Delusional, aren’t you?"
Ronan couldn’t help but frown, "If it wasn’t for your biological mother’s sacrifice, do you think you’d still have the right to stand here and talk to me?"
Lola’s smile suddenly froze on her face.
Ronan’s words seemed to touch a raw nerve in her, Lola’s face instantly turned ice cold, unleashing a thick murderous intent without any attempt to hide it.
"Kill him!"
"Ignatius and Damian, those wastes, both died by his hand, everyone attack together!"
Lola coldly gave the order, but from under the black cloak beside her came an impatient male voice.
"Lola, you do not have the authority to command us."
"Shut up!"
Lola’s face twitched, and she fiercely turned and glared at the Black Robed Wizard who spoke, who met her gaze without fear.
Ronan shook his head with a sense of resignation.
Once again facing his "old enemy," Lola, the madwoman, seemed to have not grown at all except for a bit of strength, still as self-righteous as before.
But even after showing Lola up, Ronan was still the unanimous target of everyone present.
A group of Resurrection Society Black Robed Wizards all started moving, powerful energy fluctuations stirred up, and low spell chanting began to echo around the place.
"Don’t let him have the chance to perform the Three Magic Domains Fusion! Pin him down!... Leave the corpse and soul to me!"
Lola let out a shrill scream, and as massive sound waves filled the air, her black Magic Robe billowed and swelled, revealing beneath not any beautiful scenery but a grotesque and odd body, seemingly a nauseating fusion of flesh and plants.
It appeared that thick slime continuously dripped down in large lumps.
"Have you switched from the Plant Series to the K System?"
Ronan was slightly surprised, Lola looked bewildered for a moment, seemingly not understanding what he meant.
But her eyes and face quickly filled with rage and madness, she screamed, and the dense black patterns on her face came to life, wriggling like worms.
Ronan retreated quickly, his face expressionless as a terrifying wave of energy followed close behind.
It was a huge tentacle, seemingly composed of a multitude of vines, human limbs, and animal extremities, tearing through the air, shooting straight at him.
Following the tentacle were at least seven or eight spells of Third Rank strength, mainly from the Undead Series and the Dark Department.
Just in an instant, Ronan was engulfed by the Third Rank Magic.
"Boom!"
Several Third Rank Spells collided, creating a huge grey mushroom cloud as the residual energy from the impact violently shook the space, shining light rippled out like a breaking mirror, as if it would collapse at any second.
"It wasn’t as tough as expected..."
The twelve Black Robed Wizards from the Resurrection Society stopped their actions, someone murmured softly.
"I said, leave the corpse and soul to me..."
Lola spoke coldly, and quickly walked towards the rising mushroom cloud.
One step, two steps...
On the tenth step.
Lola’s figure suddenly stopped, as if sensing something, she turned with an alert expression and looked ahead sharply.
In the next second, her dark green pupils suddenly contracted.
The huge mushroom cloud exploded with a thunderous bang, a blade-sharp aura split all the turbulence cleanly in two.
Following that, a towering figure over two meters tall, with hair down to the waist, and a body bathed in the intense white light of lightning, stepped out of the void.
Before Lola could fully make out the figure’s specifics, an indescribably terrifying presence had already locked onto her firmly.
A sense of unprecedented crisis like venomous snakes and vines quickly climbed up, entangling her heart to death.
Under the Magic Robe, countless deformed and odd blood-flesh vine tentacles, as if stimulated, shot out violently, dancing frantically around her.
Lola heard a deep, somber voice.
It was like the deepest, heaviest, inescapable "Nightmare".
Lowly ringing in her ear.
"Ancient..."
"The force."
As the last two words echoed, Lola’s heart stopped abruptly, and time seemed to freeze at that moment, all sound and images rapidly receding from her.
Her eyes wide, she struggled to move her body, to make a motion of resistance or to step back, but it was as if she were stuck in an extremely viscous transparent mire, her movement slowed down countless times.
All Lola could do was to watch, helplessly, as an indescribable terrifying black light expanded continuously, until...
It completely filled her pupils!
"Boom!"
A muffled thunderous noise, as if something heavy had fiercely slammed into the chests of the eleven Level 3 Wizards of the Resurrection Society.
Each one’s heart jumped violently.
Before they could react, they saw a horrendously fierce and domineering terror suddenly descend upon the field, slamming a fist into Lola’s forehead.
"Crack!"
Lola burst apart on cue, exploding into a mist of black, red, and green blood.
Among the blood mist, a burst of golden light blossomed, shooting out swiftly. A part of the dispersed blood mist was gathered by an invisible force and quickly recondensed into the shape of Lola.
But this time.
Lola’s nearly pale face, once twisted with madness and hatred, now showed nothing but shock and confusion, a color of clear, inexplicable fear constantly shifting.
"Huff—Breath—"
Heavy breathing sounds, along with an indescribable aura of terror, stirred unseen tides in the void, washing over the Resurrection Wizards in waves.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the space was eerily quiet.
Everyone stared rigidly at the figure they had surrounded.
The light of dawn cast from the horizon gently touched the figure, silent white lightning flickering, as imposing and robust as a range of towering mountains, with white hair reaching halfway down his back wantonly spreading, the air filled with a legendary aura, like the true arrival of an Ancient Giant Demon. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"The second time."
Ronan muttered in a low voice, his voice while in the "Full Giant Demon Transformation" state also carried a buzzing sound, filled with a terrifying oppressive force that shook one’s soul.
"This is the second time you’ve died by my hand..."
Ronan looked at Lola in front of him, casually wiping off the traces of filthy blood on his right fist, and then his pure white eyes swept over the Resurrection Wizards around him, speaking indifferently: "What?
Have you all prepared... to die with her?"
"Sss—"
A slight inhale of cold air filled the field, everyone’s expression froze.
At this moment, the group of Level 3 Wizards of the Resurrection Society standing in the field somehow understood... why even Ignatius, along with another same rank Level 3 Damian, could die so inexplicably.
...
The man stood silently on the plain where light and shadow interchanged, his long black robe covering his entire being, his face unclear, his figure indistinguishable.
He looked up at the sky, watching a gray-black "Sun" in the sky gradually devouring another blood-red "Sun."
Next to these two tangled suns, the Day of Thunder clashed with the Day of Nightmare, the Day of Crystal and the Day of Verdure entwined, with faint roars falling from the high sky, sometimes the voice of spellcasting, sometimes the sound of indifferent conversation, or roars and bellows.
"Dark Head."
A figure also dressed in a Black Robe appeared silently beside the man, leaning close to his ear, reporting something in a low and swift voice.
The man listened silently, calmly retracting his gaze.
"No need to bother with it for now, they are about to compromise... The World Stone will soon be in our hands, but what about the coordinates we have been keeping tabs on... Have they been retrieved?"
The latter lightly shook his head, "Originally taken by the branch from Melt Crystal Lake, but an accident occurred, a talented descendant from the Sajiers Family has perished, they still don’t know this news...
Now Salanqi and Lola have taken people to rush there; there should be no more problems..."
"There better not be any problems."
The man raised his head, looking up at the grey sun that was about to completely engulf the blood-red sun, whispering in a voice barely audible to himself: "These two things are too important for the many things we have to do next...
Even Lord Shuo Yue is willing to pay such a high price, so what do our lives count for, those of us below?.."
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