Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 494 - 227: Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst, the Shadow Dragon

Chapter 494: Chapter 227: Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst, the Shadow Dragon

In the desolate and lonely wilderness, a terrifying chill gushed out from the sunken ground like a fountain, spreading like a spider web over the grassland. Within a radius of several miles, the season leapt straight from late autumn into harsh cold, and goose feather-like heavy snow fell straight down onto a small area.

Snows are crimson, as though soaked in fresh blood, filled with a deadly, exterminating intent.

Inside the deep pit, amidst the dark red ice frost, Ronan appeared ferocious, his muscles twisted as he drove his fingers deep into the mud before him like a demon.

"Hekarter... Ice Frost!"

"Hekarter... Ice Frost!"

Countless sharp, slippery voices hysterically shrilled in his ears, repeating the same name over and over, as if numerous stones were frantically scraping against the smooth surface of glass, driving one to the brink of insanity.

At this moment, a thick darkness like oil had occupied most corners of his Consciousness Space.

That belonged to the remnants of Hekarter’s will surging up from the river of time, brimming with various dominant, evil, cruel, and violent consciousnesses.

Six pale golden Spiritual Power Crystals struggled to shine, with layers of shadows surrounding and wrapping them up, as his ego was constantly being devoured...

"Release..."

"Embrace greatness..."

"We were meant to be one..."

Whispering voices, as if the murmurs of ancient demons, tempted and coerced him to let his guard down.

"Hah—"

In indescribable pain, Ronan’s eyes turned blood-red, and with a fierce growl, he fiercely punched the ground.

"Boom!"

The terrible force burst out with his fist, and in a circle of hundreds of meters around him, the ground collapsed silently and exploded!

Waves of mud mixed with ice frost surged out, and amidst the crimson mire, Ronan’s body uncontrollably began to rise slowly.

At this moment, he was like an ancient sun of sin, constantly emitting an aura of ice cold, deadly silence, ominous and forbidden.

The dense blood light filled the entire sky and earth, a flock of birds flew by overhead, and without warning, they turned into dark red dust and dissipated into nothingness.

The overturned soil of the earth revealed countless tiny creatures’ corpses, and in this area, no life survived...

Ronan’s figure was suspended in midair, his dark red hair danced wildly behind him like living things.

His face twisted, his hands fiercely grasping his own head, fingers sinking deep into it, piercing the flesh, and blood flowing out without his notice.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

The anguish of his soul being devoured, his will being forcibly stripped, exceeded any pain he had ever endured before.

It was as though he was caught in the gaping maw of a gigantic beast, being nibbled and chewed by its sharp teeth bit by bit, as if to completely grind and masticate him before swallowing him whole.

The consequences of forcibly merging the Bloodline this time were far more severe than the last, by more than ten times!

Not to mention that Ronan couldn’t rush back to the Silver Magic Ring in time to use the Holy Blood Tree to purify his Bloodline three times inside his body and re-extract and refine it into a Bloodline Crystal.

Even if the Holy Blood Tree were right next to him, it likely couldn’t take effect again.

This was something not only he was very clear about, but the "It" that occupied his Consciousness Space at the moment was evidently very aware of too.

In a daze, Ronan already saw a massive, sky-touching, eight-headed serpent silhouette before him, becoming clearer and clearer.

Those pairs of eyes, crimson like the sun and moon, were coldly fixated on him.

"It" was waiting.

Waiting for the moment when his will collapsed completely.

This was the "deal" between Ronan and "It."

Nothing in this world is free of charge; to gain power far beyond oneself naturally required a corresponding sacrifice.

Gradually, in the Consciousness Space, the six Spiritual Power Crystals were completely swallowed by the shadows.

The ancient will belonging to "Hekarter" nearly eroded the entire Consciousness Space, and amidst the boundless darkness, Ronan’s will was but a flickering spark on the verge of being extinguished.

Under the blood-colored dome, in the boundless wilderness, just before the last "light" was about to be devoured.

Ronan slowly lifted his hand, his narrow and Sharp fingers carving a bloody pentagram-like pattern on his chest.

"Ah.. Sas.. Lin.. Bo..."

From his trembling lips, strange and awkward Spell syllables emerged.

"For the servant.. should..."

"Bear the brunt of thorns!"

With the last word spoken, he suddenly lifted his head, and the pentagram on his chest burst into a brilliant light.

In an instant, an invisible and bizarre force was born from within him.

In the Consciousness Space, as if an invisible vortex formed, the ancient will belonging to "Hekarter," which had almost occupied the entire consciousness, uncontrollably poured into the vortex.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to hear the enraged low growl of "Hekarter."

A smile appeared on his twisted face, his turbid eyes as tranquil as after a stormy wash.

He had long known the outcome after making a deal with the "Demon"...

So he wasn’t...

Entirely without a contingency.

.....

On a peaceful autumn lakeside, a young Shepherd lay on the soft yellowing grass, hugging his beloved lamb.

Without warning, the vast surface of Wild Lake froze over, a chilling Tide of horror unfurled from the depths of the lake. The poor Shepherd and his sheep had no time to react and, along with everything by the lake, were all frozen into white ice statues by this chilling tide.

In just the blink of an eye, the vicinity of Wild Lake was completely transformed into a world of ice and snow, as if this place alone had entered the harsh winter season.