Chapter 679: Chapter 326: When the Night Dresses Me in Armor, the Erosion Moment Descends!
"Cough—"
Ronan coughed lightly, slowly getting up from a low altitude just a few meters off the ground.
The faint blue membrane on the surface of his body was only a thin layer left. In this short and high-frequency battle, he had already felt a slight pain running throughout his body.
Part of it was given by his opponent, and the other part was from the high-load operation, already nearly collapsing "Ancient Mara’s Body".
If it weren’t for the vast Holy Shrine Power "reinforcing" his body, his body would have likely been torn apart by the rampaging force within.
Though the remaining Vital Light Ball could repair these damages in time, maintaining the fight would be very difficult.
Ronan loosened his grip on the sword hilt with his ten fingers one by one, then grasped it again to hold it tighter.
The two black one-handed swords condensed from aura appeared quite battered at this moment, with fragmented black light flickering and jumping on the sword body, constantly repairing it.
Ronan raised his head, facing the sky where the True Spirit of the Elemental Spirit, like a master of the Space Elemental Energy, in the form of a masked jester had appeared.
"True Spirit...."
The black and white masked jester gently twisted the body formed by condensed elemental energy, with six bright crystals on the mask flickering sinisterly like eyes.
"It’s been so long since I last converged...I almost forgot..."
He let out a strangely toned laugh, his body swaying incessantly.
Ronan slightly raised his twin swords, expressionless, stepping through the air towards his opponent.
"Zzz—"
A lightning bolt as if condensed from fresh blood fell abruptly, Ronan raised his sword in reverse to block it. "Boom—", his figure staggered slightly and was pushed aside by this sudden attack.
The endless tide of blood rose up, seemingly infinite. At the top of the blood tide, a pale-faced young man walked out slowly, with shimmering blood light floating all over his body, eyes twinkling with brilliant sparks.
He showed Ronan a sinister smile, opening the five fingers of his right hand, the surging blood tide beneath him converged towards his palm, and scarlet lightning began to condense and take shape.
"Hooo—"
Ronan exhaled a short breath of turbid air, twisted his neck, and continued upwards.
Yet, before he could take a few more steps....
Three more terrifying streaks of spell light!
"Boom! Boom! Boom—"
Ronan was directly engulfed by the brilliance of spell energy. The Level 5 Wizard activated the True Spirit, arbitrarily manipulating elemental energy under "rules", without lengthy casting prelude. Except for the spells touching the Forbidden Magic Domain, casting ordinary spells was as simple as drinking water or eating food for them, akin to a mobile "humanoid spell turret".
With the Defense Light Membrane of the Holy Shrine Power, these spells could not directly tear Ronan apart, but the terrifying impact pressed his figure continuously downward.
Within the exploding light cluster of expanding energy, several black arcs suddenly emanated outward, slicing evenly from within, revealing Ronan’s figure.
"How is he still not dead."
"I’m tired of playing, are you tired?"
"I want to taste his flesh, it must be incomparably delicious and tasty.."
"Whew—whew—the key, don’t forget the key, we’re supposed to get out!"
"The key is on that girl, you idiot.."
Five monsters of wizardly level, having activated the True Spirit, stood in the air, casually conversing, with faces occasionally showing either mocking or cruel expressions, looking down on Ronan below as nothing but a toy they found entertaining, nothing more.
In their vision, of course, they could see why Ronan could persist until now. Once the effect of the Holy Shrine Power on him dissipated, he would revert back to his weak essence.
"You deceived Lord Babli...."
The sky above vibrated, the Abyss Bull Demon Babli, calmed down from rage, spoke in a heavy voice: "They are not your friends at all, you despicable insect."
At this moment, Ronan was already standing fully on the ground, surrounded by the marks left by the baptism of spell energy. He leaned on the ground with his twin swords, breathing deeply, as if already exhausted.
Babli looked at him, continuing, "You want to use them to achieve...that insect..."
Babli raised a strong finger, pointing at Molli’er, who was unable to completely approach the blue Light Gate, "secretly open the door and run away, right?"
"Whew—"
Ronan let out a long exhale.
"I take back what I said about you before."
Ronan raised his head, his handsome and eerie face showing slight paleness, the black hair at his temples appearing somewhat disheveled.
"You are a wise Lord Babli...and not a foolish Minotaur without a brain."
"Your comments are pertinent, but that won’t make Lord Babli lenient towards you. If you want to leave, you still have to answer Lord Babli’s questions first."
With a "clank", Babli sat down in place with a body full of chains, the ground shaking heavily, raising rolling dust.
Babli crossed his arms, seemingly quite satisfied with the calm situation at present.
"This is the correct way; each of you has one chance to answer Lord Babli’s question, follow the order, do not try to test Lord Babli’s patience again.."
It said.
No one cared about what it said.
"Ronan!"
Molli’er shouted distantly, biting her silver teeth tightly, she turned back from near the Black Stone Cliff, only to receive a cold rebuke from Ronan.
"Go back!"
Ronan spoke calmly: "It’s not over.. yet."
Molli’er halted abruptly, her expression blank.
Above, laughter from the black and white masked jester descended, the four heads of Patrick grinning exaggeratedly.
"He actually said it’s not over!"
"What does he want to do? Let him, let’s see what he can do!"
"Hehehe...."
"Buzz—buzz—"
Ronan gently pressed the vibrating arm bracelet on his right arm, which suddenly quieted down completely.
"It’s about time.."
Ronan murmured softly to himself.
He slightly tilted his head, quietly crossing his hands in front of his chest, the black broken sword in his hands lightly resting on his shoulders.
Above his head.
Was the glaring sun, seemingly eternal and unchanged.
Suddenly, a faint wave of magic energy began to emanate from Ronan.
Bit by bit, it rapidly expanded.
Following closely, invisible energies converged towards Ronan, with forbidden aura gushing out.
The quickly gathering energy particles formed a mottled glow around Ronan, then gradually deepened, slowly transforming into smooth black like silk.
Deep, mysterious... like the night.
No one stopped him, the Level 5 monsters in the sky stared wide-eyed, filled with curiosity and anticipation at him.
They were a group of absolute monsters, only interested in interesting matters, and now, undoubtedly the most interesting time for them.
The night enveloping Ronan grew ever denser, gradually merging with the black aura entwined around him, indistinctly blurring his form.
"When the night dresses me in the armor of judgment..."
Ronan closed his eyes, murmuring softly, as if reciting an ancient incantation.
As everything continued to develop towards the unknown, an inexplicable aura in the world grew increasingly intense...
At a certain moment, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes.
His pitch-black, pure eyes emitted a light at this moment that seemed to surpass the sun above.
Instantly, without any warning, the sky overhead dimmed suddenly.
All the free energy particles in the whole space seemed to be completely drained in an instant.
High in the sky, the true spirit of the five Level 5 monsters simultaneously collapsed.
As if countless pure black lightning bolts sliced through the sky, an unprecedented forbidden magic domain aura filled the entire world!
Under the incredibly incredulous gazes of the Level 5 monsters, Ronan, shrouded in black, calmly pointed a finger towards the sky and opened his mouth.
"Erosion Moment... descend!"
The next second, the ever-hanging dazzling sun in the sky... suddenly vanished.
An incredibly deep, indescribably terrifying black sun took its original place.
The entire world lost all its light, only the flames on Babli, emitting uneasy roars, barely able to release some brightness.
The weak light illuminated faces full of terrifying fright and distorted expression, Level 5 monsters driven by instinct scattered in all directions.
Even if they stayed in the Minotaur Maze for another thousand years, they would still never understand why a mere Level 4 fellow could wield such profound forbidden domain power, unleashing such terrifying Forbidden Techniques.
At this very moment, Ronan, wrapped in a dark veil, walked like a king ruling the night.
He moved leisurely, step by step ascending into the sky.
"Excessively sluggish energy, resulting in such a prolonged casting delay..."
Formally stepping into the Grandmaster level of [Forbidden. Black Hole], under the double enhancing [Magic Control], creating——[Forbidden. Black Hole - Erosion Moment]!
Ronan extended his index finger, lightly tinkering with the Black Erosion Day that swallowed everything, replacing the sun.
Under the drive of the aura mechanism, the Black Erosion Day slowly moved, a small spot of sunlight revealing, swallowing everything, crushing all terrifying black suns, yet ignoring the escaping Level 5 monsters, directly falling towards the nearest higher Abyss Bull Demon Babli.
Babli raised his arms, emitting an angry and vibrating roar.
"Now!"
Ronan cast an eye towards Molli’er from afar, the latter snapping back from extreme shock, immediately turning and rushing towards the blue gate on the cliff.
Ronan’s eyes slightly relaxed.
Seeing Molli’er already stepped on the cliff, about to reach the blue gate, even already pulling out the silver Space Key...
At this moment.
"Poof—"
It was like the sound of something softly being pierced.
The chaotic scene suddenly fell quiet.
Ronan suddenly looked up, instantly seeing the Black Erosion Day above, under another mysterious and unfathomable force, rapidly shrinking, collapsing like a deflated balloon...
His eyes widened in shock, instinctively trying to back away.
"Poof—"
A similar sound echoed again, this time on Ronan himself.
Ronan lowered his head, staring blankly at the faint blue light membrane not yet totally dissipated, yet penetrated along with his body by some force, temporarily lost in words...
After several breaths’ time.
The night scene in the world faded, the terrifying taboo power also swept away.
"Huff—Huff—"
Ronan propped himself on the ground with one hand, lowering his head, breathing heavily, with scarlet blood continuously spurting from his mouth, staining a patch of dry land beneath him red.
He barely wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, looking up, seeing all the Level 5 Wizard Monsters now standing not far from him.
Each eccentric, distorted, and slightly insane creature now appeared exceptionally docile, all looking in awe at one direction.
There stood a tall, extremely thin person, with hair so long almost dragging on the ground.
Whole body also shrouded in a wide but decayed black robe.
That person slightly lowered his head, slowly walking through the crowd towards Ronan.
Ronan recognized this person’s identity.
It was the one imprisoned in the single "prison" he opened before.
He thought the other didn’t make it into the room before the light gate disappeared, yet to his surprise, the other had already entered quietly hiding in a corner unnoticed by anyone, silently watching everything happening here.
....
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