Chapter 678: Chapter 325: I Heard You Were Heaven’s Pride Before Becoming Monsters?!
"What do you mean?"
Molli’er’s expression was startled.
"The chaos is temporary, their target will eventually come back to us."
Ronan slowly placed the Space Key, now dull and almost devoid of its silver translucence, into Molli’er’s hand.
"When the time comes, I’ll hold them off for a while, and you will go to open that door..."
"Why don’t you open the door?"
Molli’er blurted out.
"My target is bigger than yours. Everyone, including that dumb bull, is mostly focused on me.
You opening the door has a better chance of success."
Molli’er bit her lower lip tightly, watching him, seemingly very reluctant.
"Alright, stop dawdling. Remember to hide the Key well, don’t let anyone find it."
Ronan avoided her gaze and looked towards the direction of the battle not far away.
The chaos lasted a shorter time than he expected, and several "Monsters" were already moving towards them.
"Then how will you come over when I open the door?"
"I’ll find a way."
Molli’er, undeterred, continued to question: "You just advanced to Level 4, why do you think you can hold off a group of Level 5 Monsters for a while?"
"Since I said it..."
Ronan slowly opened his mouth, enunciating every word: "I can naturally do it!"
After speaking, he took out a beautifully crafted Glazed Arm Bracelet and gently put it on his right arm.
Then a black Stone Ball filled with an unknown liquid from which faint blue light seeped through its seams, was swallowed at once.
"Crack—"
It seemed like a tightness enveloped Ronan, followed swiftly by his whole body rising inch by inch, covered by a thin blue Light Membrane.
"Buzz—woo—"
Like the sound of the tides gently lapping rocks on a full moon night, the deep sea hummed with conch sounds.
"Snap—"
Ronan’s form suddenly shot up a segment, his Magic Robe abruptly disintegrated, revealing knotted muscles beneath, and on his grand back, spirals rapidly grew from the fabric.
[Screw Palace]!
One layer!
"Snap—"
Ronan’s long hair stirred without wind, one bit at a time becoming ink black from the tips.
Second Level!
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Black Aura, like mercury on a spill, seeped from all his pores, burning upward like Flames, his body continued to rise...
Triple!
Boom!
An unspeakably terrifying oppressive aura exploded, an invisible air wave rolled and spread in all directions.
Sinister black Flames rose, along with pitch-black lightning and hurricanes swirling, a demonic figure reminiscent of Ancient Demon kind emerged from the dense black mist.
[Triple Helix Palace]!
[Ancient Mara’s Body]!
Ronan fully stretched out his body, the black long hair silently burning behind him like Flames, the black patterns of [Ancient Power] on his chest entwined like vines forming an eerie totem, and the intricate spirals on his back resembling a maze.
Black mist, black Flames, black Aura poured into Ronan’s hands like water, finally condensing into two ancient black, single-handed Longswords.
"Crack, crack—"
Ronan gently twisted his neck, emitting a sound of bones clashing.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
The Magic-controlling Bracelet on his right arm trembled ceaselessly, Ronan’s pure black eyes fell upon it, softly soothing: "Are you excited too? It’s not your time to show up yet..."
"You..."
Molli’er widened her eyes as if terrified by his current appearance.
"Leave."
Ronan spat the word out softly at her, the subdued tone carrying a firm insistence.
Molli’er stomped her foot, gritted her teeth, and backed away, her eyes never leaving him.
"Five minutes..."
Ronan looked at the pair of Longswords fully condensed from black Aura in his hands, and the layer of Defense Light Membrane granted by Holy Shrine Power encompassing him, murmuring softly: "It should be enough."
"Ding—"
The twin swords collided, producing a clear, tinkling sound like a silver bell.
Ronan leaned slightly forward, like a pitch-black agile Dragon, silently breaking through the air, charging forward.
In his view, a ballet woman with a brass mainspring in her chest and a gaunt middle-aged man clad in ancient Knight armor, single-handedly wielding a sword, approached him from the sides with eyes filled with indifference.
Thick, long black hair rose behind him like a tattered cloak, lifting high, Ronan’s mouth slightly curved upwards, his twin swords intersected, letting out a light chuckle.
"I heard before you became Monsters...."
"...you were Heaven’s Pride?!"
As soon as he said this, the looks in the ballet woman’s and the sword-wielding man’s eyes instantly turned cold, an intense killing intent nearly erupted.
Ronan charged fiercely forward, first clashing vehemently with the Knightly middle-aged man.
"Boom!"
A white gas cluster exploded in mid-air.
Ronan crossed his dual swords, firmly blocked by the Knight’s single sword. His pure black eyes flickered slightly, and the totem on his chest, belonging to the [Ancient Power], seemed to wriggle slightly.
His aura surged around him, and even more furious power crushed out, instantly forcing the Knight to retreat.
A slight emotion seemed to flash across the stiff, numb face of the Knight.
Ronan, holding his dual swords, left no room for the opponent to breathe and followed closely with a swipe of black sword light, chopping down.
The terrifying power tore through the void, forming a large area of visible transparent distortion.
The Knight’s eyes flashed with brilliance. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a strong earth-yellow light burst from his longsword. A surge of forbidden energy rushed forth, the void cracked, and densely packed thick, rock-like elephant trunks sprang out fiercely towards Ronan!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Amidst a series of violent explosions, countless shattered rocks scattered, and Ronan flew back, his handsome and bewitching face showing a trace of strange color.
"Elephant Spirit Dance!
Are you the former commander of the Tangista Eighth Legion who disappeared early on?"
A trace of reminiscence and nostalgia quickly flashed through the Knight’s eyes, followed by a more intense and urgent killing intent, "Crack, crack, crack—"
Out of nowhere, layers of gray rock appeared, covering him piece by piece, and the ancient screeches of an elephant echoed in the void.
In the blink of an eye, the once lean and tall Knight had transformed into a giant over five meters tall, with rock muscles piling up all over his body, exuding a formidable strength. An ancient giant elephant totem flickered on his chest.
The vast spiritual power of a Level 5 Wizard poured out, drawing in a continuous flow of Earth Elemental Energy. Dust storms rose from the sky, striking the pale blue light membrane on Ronan’s body with crackling sounds.
"An interesting school of magic."
Ronan commented, a flame seemingly burning in his eyes, as the bracelet on his right arm trembled more intensely.
"Whoosh—"
He turned into a black shadow, tearing through the layers of sand and dust, intending to continue the interrupted battle.
But the next moment, he abruptly stopped as if his body was ensnared by numerous invisible threads pulling in all directions.
Ronan frowned slightly, then saw the sinister and evil smile on the face of a witch in a ballerina skirt not far away.
Ronan took a deep breath, the sounds of tides and conches emanating from the Mara’s Body, nearly complete Ancient Power surged, his limbs exerting force...
"Crack—crack—"
The invisible spell threads binding him snapped one by one. He expressionlessly swung a sword backhand at the woman in the ballet dress. As the sword sliced through the void, a substantial black light arc emerged out of thin air, carrying a terrifying aura of cutting through everything, arriving in front of the woman in an instant.
Her puppet-like stiff face instantly changed, letting out a sharp cry as her hands quickly moved, launching a series of intense spell waves toward the black light arc to block it...
Ronan ignored the outcome, turned around, and plunged back into the battle with the Knight, competing with technique and spells.
He didn’t have much time.
The Minotaur’s labyrinth had trapped these Level 5 Monsters for too long, so long that under the unique rules of the labyrinth, they had almost forgotten their strongest means as Level 5 Wizards—the high-level authority over Natural Elemental Energy.
Now they were only relying on pure casting techniques to fight Ronan, who, with the dual enhancement of [Triple Helix Palace] and [Ancient Power], and the perfect defense of Holy Shrine Power, managed to contend with them.
But as the battle continued, the combat instincts of the Level 5 Wizards gradually awakened, and the pressure Ronan would bear would undoubtedly grow heavier and heavier.
Therefore...
He had to seize the time!
Ronan slashed casually, suddenly entering an unspeakably subtle state, as if the longsword in his hand had connected to something, followed by an overwhelming and heavy aura condensing out of nothing.
He slashed down with a sword, bringing down a solid and heavy atmosphere that smashed onto the Knight in an instant.
"Crack—"
The stone-like giant elephant body of the Knight shattered instantly, and the whole figure, bearing immense shock, flew backward in a wretched manner for the first time.
"What is this power?"
The subtle state disappeared in an instant, leaving Ronan rather surprised as he looked at his hands.
He felt that the previous moment wasn’t the power endowed by the [Ancient Power]; he seemed to have unintentionally touched a certain natural rule force that exists between heaven and earth!
"Is it the Master Level, nearing completion [Basic Swordsmanship]?!"
A thought flashed through Ronan’s mind, but before he could continue to capture it, he saw two more figures breaking free from the battle with the Abyss Bull Demon Babli, heading towards Molli’er.
Ronan’s gaze tightened, and his body shot out like a light and shadow.
A long black sword mark carried forbidden lightning and tore through the sky, while a monster with four heads let out a low howl, its oddly twisted body having its numerous arms severed at the base.
Ronan stood coldly in the path Molli’er had to take.
The Level 5 Monsters gradually closed in on him. He spread his arms, causing countless black lightning and gales to swirl forth around him.
Storm Lord Bloodline!
"Boom!"
The continuous terrifying spell explosions sounded incessantly, with the energy in the sky growing larger and more turbulent, and ceaseless surges of the forbidden Magic Domain’s energy aura appearing like sudden sparks from daggers.
Ronan alone blocked five Level 5 Monsters.
A dark red sticky ribbon, exuding a thick corrosive aura, wrapped around him, clinging like a bone sore, hard to shake off.
Gray thick fog condensed above his head, not dispersing, dripping down with strange streams of air, while countless sinister, elongated arms stretched out from every corner of the fog, frantically tearing at him.
Giant elephant’s roar, wielding a sword, the Knight launched charge after charge like a comet towards him, each collision carrying a forbidden aura capable of shattering everything.
The sound of winding gears echoed continuously, drifting out threads of bizarre Curse Power, encircling him...
If not for the Defense Light Membrane of the Holy Shrine Power, Ronan didn’t know how many times he would have died under these Level 5 spells.
"Bang—Boom!"
Suddenly, a large area of intense light unexpectedly gathered at a position, Ronan’s pupils shrank slightly as he watched a tall, slender figure wearing a black and white clown mask rapidly inflate, transforming into a state flowing with gray Glazed light. Six brilliant crystals shone brightly on its chest.
A thick gray beam of light fell without warning, and Ronan, caught off guard, could only cross his dual swords in front of his chest, being fiercely knocked away like a sandbag.....
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