Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 144 - 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Former Sword?

Chapter 144: Chapter 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Former Sword?

"Idiot! What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and take action!"

The sudden appearance of the young man shocked the group of young wizards, with Lynch being the first to recover. With a grim expression, he urged the dazed Harry to make quick arrangements.

"You two stay here, you, come with me to hold him off.."

The blazing flame axe appeared again, Lynch squinted his eyes at the young man in front and slowly said: "No, to eliminate him."

Almost the instant Lynch finished speaking, the flame axe floating above his head had already whooshed fiercely towards the young man.

The flames surging on the axe and the icy air around it sparked a great amount of white vapor, forming a rolling white tide sweeping forward.

However, in the next second, the surging white tide suddenly halted, turning back into numerous ice particles, hanging in the air momentarily.

The handsome young man holding the Ice Spear casually brushed aside those ice particles as if flicking away crystal bead curtains, radiating cold air and dissipating the heat waves wherever he passed.

Lynch watched helplessly as the flames on his thrown flame axe gradually weakened, the blade that was originally bright red and translucent as if soaked in ice water, its luster rapidly dimming...

In the air, it seemed as if all the flame energy particles were ruthlessly driven away.

Only the Ice Energy Particles were celebrating, worshipping... their king from the bitterly cold realm!

Lynch’s fierce gaze solidified, his eyes revealing deep shock, trembling violently like the dying flames on burning steel.

Strangely, a hint of despair grew from his heart, and suddenly he lost sight of the young man.

The next instant, the energy protective shield around him silently shattered, and the Ice Crystal Spear, intertwined with mysterious aura and wrapped in azure blue flames, rapidly enlarged in his agate-colored pupils.

Enveloped by the intent to kill, Lynch felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, completely entangled layer by layer by palpable despair, almost incapable of any resistance, with only one thought churning and rolling in his mind.

"Who is this monster?..."

...

Under the activated Despair Domain, Ronan was the source of both chilling cold and despair.

Once he approached his opponent, the physical and mental impacts on the opponent would skyrocket to several times that of other areas within the domain, reaching an extreme.

With the enhancement of [Charging Weapon - Breaking Magic Power], Ronan easily tore through the protective shield and the spiritual field of the Late Level 1 Stage Wizard with his Ice Crystal Spear mere moments before it could pierce the latter’s skull.

However, Ronan abruptly halted his momentum, and after a brief thought, he reversed his Ice Crystal Spear and swept the shaft across the opponent’s cheek, accompanied by a dull sound of breaking facial bones, the Late Level 1 Metal Element Wizard was thrown heavily aside like a sandbag.

Next one.

Ronan’s white hair fluttered, his body wrapped in snowstorms, holding the Ice Spear, he seemed indistinguishable from the surrounding snow in terms of coldness.

As his gaze calmly shifted to another round-faced wizard beside him, the latter subconsciously retreated, with several Magic Tools surrounding him quickly lighting up.

Ronan thrust out his Ice Spear, and the deep blue Northern Lights cold stream emitted from the spearhead pierced through the air, hitting a round ring-shaped Magic Tool, instantly generating an intense cold that forcefully froze the surface of the glowing rune-lit Magic Tool into a chunk of ice.

The round-faced wizard, with a horrified expression, frantically activated the remaining Magic Tools in his hands, a cluster of intense flames and a bright blue plasma ball nearly simultaneously appeared in the air in front of him.

However, before these two Level 1 spells could fly towards their target, Ronan’s figure, like a ghost, had already appeared right in front of him.

The breath of the Despair Domain enveloped closely, the two spells ready to launch visibly wilted at a visible rate, the flames and plasma ball rapidly shrank, then under the Ice Crystal Spear interwoven with [Power of Break Magic] were gently punctured and torn apart like fragile balloons.

As Ronan’s spear tip that breathed chilling intentions quietly targeted the round-faced wizard’s forehead, the latter’s eyes, still tightly holding a dark yellow Crystal Ball Magic Tool, filled only with shock and terror, his mouth repeatedly muttering, "This is impossible! How is this possible?!"...

...

"Snap!"

A figure covered in ice frost was thrown out of the white courtyard and heavily landed on the ice-covered broken street.

Similarly unconscious figures... there were three more on the street.

Ronan silently withdrew his gaze, one hand holding four Waist Storage Bags, the other slowly closed the rusty iron gate that was only half remaining.

He turned around.

The last glow of the sunset sprinkled over the ice-covered courtyard, reflecting countless sparkling crystals.

The usual desolation and deterioration of the courtyard were concealed, making it appear somewhat beautiful at this moment.

Benny sat amidst this beautiful crystal scene, silently puffing on a cigarette.

Slowly walking over, Ronan produced a black wooden box containing the Holy Blood Tree Seed from his hand, and tossed it.

The wooden box drew a perfect arc under the sunset’s afterglow, then was steadily caught by Benny.

"You did right not to kill them."

Benny, looking at the wooden box in his hand, gently stroked its surface texture and said in a low voice, "The Magic Ring encourages internal competition, but does not allow internal consumption.

No one can bear the punishment for killing a comrade..."

"So that’s why you’ve managed to live until now?"