Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 145 - 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Former Sword?_2

Chapter 145: Chapter 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Former Sword?_2

Ronan was expressionless, "Had I known this, I should have left the seed at the door and turned away; or waited until after they were done with you before entering..."

To be honest, Ronan was already regretting it.

He had only come to see Benny to fulfill his promise of lending him the Holy Blood Tree Seed.

Upon arrival, seeing the unexpectedly placed Rune Formation and sensing Benny in a crisis within it, he was conflicted for a long time... before ultimately deciding to take action.

Was it perhaps because he wanted to repay Benny for the extra help on top of the trade?

Or pity for the "unresponsive" Communication Rune Stone?

Ronan himself wasn’t clear.

But now he truly regretted it; a moment of impulsiveness had cost him the chance to possibly escape the quagmire.

From the Waist Storage Bags he snatched from the four wizards he had knocked out, Ronan found a little consolation for himself—after all, since he had already offended them, it didn’t matter if he offended them even more.

Ronan felt stifled, but frustratingly, there was nowhere to vent because it was all his own doing.

However, this feeling of depression soon... dissipated.

—

It was a large, cold, hard piece of black metal, about the size of a human head.

It lay quietly in front of Ronan.

"This is..."

Ronan’s expression was one of shock and surprise.

Just seconds ago, he had watched this substance flow out of Benny’s body like oil, then crawl to his feet.

As a Metal Element Wizard who had just entered the basics, he knew exactly what this metal meant.

In the heritage of Metal Magic, many spells rely on a medium to exhibit their powerful effect, so almost every Metal Wizard carries a special piece of metal as a medium to cast spells.

In fact, the concept of a spell medium is quite important in many Magic Attributes.

For example, Plant Wizards generally need to carry a large number of plant seeds, and Undead Wizards need to keep various pieces of flesh and bones...

The black metal in front of Ronan was undoubtedly Benny’s spell medium; without this metal, Benny’s strength would drop by at least two-thirds, if not more.

Previously, the wizards who troubled Benny were also after this metal, proving its power and value.

It seemed that Benny was now intending to give it to him?!

"It’s not easy to make a smart person like you act foolishly, I’m almost flattered..."

Benny held his pipe, slowly rising from the stairs.

His clothes were completely soaked with blood and sweat, and there was a grotesque, shocking wound at his collarbone, his left cheek’s ulceration seemed to have worsened.

But there was no trace of injury or recent excruciating pain in his eyes.

"Consider it... an extra compensation for you?"

Ronan frowned slightly, his eyes drawn to the black metal at his feet.

Over the past three days, he had successfully mastered the core spell of Metal Magic, Activation of Metal, and was just in need of a suitable metal medium.

He had planned to randomly pick one from the Magic Artifact Store to use temporarily.

But whether he currently had enough Magic Stones to even buy the cheapest Alchemy Metal, not to mention, the common metals at the store couldn’t compare to Benny’s metal that even Level 2 wizards would fight over.

"Alright, no need to hesitate."

Seeing Ronan’s hesitation, Benny calmly said, "I never take back what I’ve given away.

Moreover..."

He paused, then continued, "Although Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, indeed a rare spell medium for Level 2 Metal Wizards, offering excellent attributes in every aspect.

Its drawback is also evident...

It has an intrinsic energy that causes severe corrosion damage to the flesh.

Once your soul strength isn’t enough to suppress this backlash..."

Benny touched his left cheek marred by a metallic rust-like expanse of ulceration, speaking softly, "You’ll end up like me.

Honestly, I’m not even sure if giving it to you right now is truly a good thing..."

"Is it because of the continuous erosion by Dark Energy Particles?"

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, as he gently lifted the black metal from the ground into his hand.

Even without Benny saying it, he had already felt the uniqueness of this metal.

It was actually a somewhat rare Dark Department material, constantly emitting dense Dark Department Energy Particles.

Under the sunlight, one could clearly see that the surface of the metal was emitting wisps of black gas like smoke or fog, which were almost solid Dark Energy.

However, Ronan felt that this side effect of the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big issue for him.

Due to the Pure Body, his body housed a Light Ball formed by a massive congregation of vitality, capable of real-time repair of inner dark injuries, expelling various Free Energy Particles attempting to harm the body...

Ronan’s spiritual power quietly surged in his mind, and with the casting of the Activated Metal spell, the black metal in his hand slightly levitated, then melted back into a liquid state, flowing continuously like a blob of black mercury.

"Benny, was this once your sword?"

Ronan squinted his eyes, sizing up the blob of black in his hands under the setting sun.

Gradually, the blackness began to stretch upward, growing rapidly like a plant.

Finally, it grew into a thick, beautifully crafted single-handed Longsword, quietly floating in the palm of Ronan’s hand.

Under the sunlight, the Longsword was enveloped in faint black smoke, which seemed to contain a strange magical power; staring at it too long seemed to draw one’s gaze and soul into it.

"...From now on, in my hands, it will become even more glorious."

Ronan looked at the Longsword in his hand, muttering softly, his slender and symmetrical fingers slowly tightening around the hilt, feeling the chill transmitted by the metal.

Since Benny had already put it that way, there was no reason for him to decline or be pretentious.

Just like Benny said, it served as some form of "compensation" for the risks he took this time.

Because whether he liked it or not, from today onwards, they would be bound even more tightly together.

"Let’s change the place and chat. We probably can’t stay here anymore..."

Seeing Ronan pocket the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Benny’s expression softened, glanced around, and then called on him to leave together.

Ronan did not refuse, nodding in agreement.

The two walked together towards the courtyard exit.

Passing the street by the door, Ronan noticed four wizards lying on the ground and couldn’t help asking, "Who are these guys sent by, one of your old enemies?"

Benny shook his head, denying, "Not an old opponent.

A person I don’t know named Travis.

Probably... a promising newcomer who has risen in the Magic Ring in recent years."

...

On the desolate, ruined street, a figure slowly walked.

This was a very young man.

His face was gaunt, skin pale, fingers long and beautiful.

His pitch-black hair was combed meticulously, and black diamond earrings adorned both earlobes.

He was dressed in a beautiful, fine Silver Robe, with three silver rings embroidered on the left chest.

Even though the robe constantly shimmered with light, the man exuded a mysteriously dark and profound aura.

He was like a shadow that could devour light, darkening the long street even more as he appeared at its end.

The young man soon reached the position of No. 131 Tongding Street, almost completely leveled.

On the street by the door, four unconscious figures lay scattered.

Inside, it was a chaotic Magic battlefield, still retaining traces of Ice Frost freezing.

The young man’s eyes lingered briefly on the bodies of the four follower wizards on the street, coldness flowing in his gaze, his face remaining expressionless throughout.

The man then briefly toured the courtyard.

After walking out, a Communication Stone appeared in his hand at some point.

The man spoke calmly into the Communication Stone.

"I’m Travis."

"Contact Lanni for me, tell him..."

"I have a matter of interest to discuss, hope to sit down and talk properly."

"It’s about... Benny and his successor."