Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 41 - Stop Fighting
Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Stop Fighting
Chapter 41 -41: Stop Fighting
Ronan’s body stiffened, his facial skin taut.
The effect of the [Detection Skill] had not yet completely faded.
In his eyes, which glowed with white light, the tattooed man in front of him was as conspicuous and dazzling as a giant illuminated light bulb.
“Advanced…
Apprentice…”
Ronan spoke a few words with difficulty, “Black Robe.”
Only the spiritual power emanated by an Advanced Wizard Apprentice could produce such an effect under the [Detection Skill].
The tattooed Black Robed man, upon hearing his words, slightly curled the corner of his mouth and suddenly reached out a finger toward Ronan; the Sword and Shield Skeleton that had almost slain Ronan with a single blow immediately received the command and strode towards him.
Ronan didn’t say a word and immediately retreated, yelling at a group of Grey Robed Wizards who were scared silly by the sudden upheaval, still standing dazed and motionless, “What are you waiting for?
Run now!”
The unfortunate wizard who had been split in two by the Sword and Shield Skeleton wasn’t completely dead yet; half of his body lay on the ground, emitting a piercing scream of pain.
The group of Grey Robes snapped out of their daze, “Scatter!” they cried out, and chaos ensued as they all fled in different directions.
The Sword and Shield Skeleton chasing Ronan also quickly charged into the crowd…
Ronan heard the continuous screams behind him, but he had no energy to care; he could only frantically urge Old Wells and his companions to run away as fast as they could.
He hoped to repeat his previous trick, but the moment he picked up Cheryl, his entire body broke into a cold sweat.
He quickly tossed Cheryl aside and rolled forward…
“Bang!”
A dark green energy light ball smashed into the spot where Ronan had just stood.
It wasn’t very loud, but it instantly turned into corrosive acid, visibly corroding and recessing a large area of the ground.
If it had landed on him…
Ronan clenched his teeth.
He had seen the black robed casters perform this corrosive acid spell before.
But the potency of the same spell varied greatly between an Intermediate Apprentice and an Advanced Apprentice.
Quickly getting up, Ronan made his way through the chaotic crowd and locked eyes with the Black Robed man from afar.
The latter’s spiritual power was firmly locked onto him, making it clear that an escape like before was no longer possible.
“You guys go quickly…”
Ronan took a deep breath and drew the one-handed sword at his waist, silently chanting the spell for [Charging Weapon].
He ran his finger along the blade, and inch by inch, splendid streaming light attached to the sword.
“I’ll hold him back.
Don’t worry about me, I could only possibly have a chance to escape after you’re gone…”
Ronan dropped this sentence and walked swiftly towards the Black Robed man with a frosty expression.
The Sword and Shield Skeleton went on a killing spree among the scattered group of wizards; cries of chanting, the roars of spells, and screams of agony all jumbled together chaotically. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Ronan tried not to let the horrific sights affecting him and forced himself to calm down.
He pulled out two rings concealed at his waist, the black turquoise stone ring flashed, and a thin transparent light film enveloped Ronan’s body.
Intermediate Protection Magic Ring.
Ronan picked up another ring, the Fireball Technique Magic Ring, raised his hand, and a fireball emerged, shooting rapidly toward the Black Robed man.
The latter, facing this low-level magic spell initiated by the magic tool, was indifferent, not even bothering to dodge.
“Bang!”
The fireball Ronan shot exploded a little over a meter in front of the Black Robed man, blocked by a layer of black light curtain, only burning out a few ripples.
“So he does have protective measures…”
Ronan focused on the light curtain in front of the Black Robed man, which was clearly much thicker than the Energy Protection Light Shield on his own, most likely spawned by an Advanced Zero Rank spell or a magic tool.
“Half-step Expert Level Perfection’s [Energy Missile] has the power comparable to an Advanced Zero Rank spell, but to break through an Advanced Zero Rank spell’s defense with absolute certainty, one must combine it with swordsmanship…”
Ronan’s brain was working at high speed, his eyes flickering, contemplating his next tactic.
He was now hoping that the Expert Level [Energy Missile] would break through on the next cast; perhaps then he might stand a chance to turn the tables and counterattack.
“Hiss—”
Ronan took a deep breath and started to accelerate slowly.
His body was fully open at this moment, his muscles flowing like mercury, his feet stepping on the soft ground, taut and bursting…
Ronan shot out like an arrow, his furious momentum kicking up a long trail of dirt behind him.
Halfway through his charge, the wind of decay howled past his ears.
Ronan caught a glimpse of a cold shadow attacking from the corner of his eye and instinctively sprang forward…
“Bang!”
A huge, rusty blade, still stained with chunks of fresh blood and flesh, narrowly missed him, chopping into the grass behind Ronan, exploding dirt everywhere and leaving a deep trench.
Before Ronan could catch his breath, he saw a Black Robed Wizard not far away holding a grey Magic Wand with a black sphere on top, chanting at him.
Ronan felt an inexplicable sense of dread as his spiritual power keenly sensed a large amount of Energy Particles converging in front of him.
Casting a hurried glance, he saw only a corpse that was swelling continuously…
“Boom!”
A violent explosion rang out, and from amidst the rising cloud of blood mist, Ronan charged out with his sword in hand.
His Magic Robe billowed, his hair covered with a thin layer of blood, and his protective shimmering Light Ball flickered around him.
Just when he thought he had broken through layers of danger and was about to close in on the Black Robed Wizard, he realized this was just the beginning.
One fresh corpse after another, pulled by an invisible force, flew towards him, swelling like balloons, followed by Sword and Shield Skeletons with eerie green fire burning in their eyes…
At this moment, Ronan was close to despair.
The thought of fleeing had never been so strong.
Is this the strength of an Advanced Wizard Apprentice Black Robed Wizard adept in combat?
It was terrifying and exceedingly difficult to deal with.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
One bloating body after another exploded, sending waves of red shockwaves that whipped up a storm on level ground, engulfing Ronan’s figure in blood.
The Sword and Shield Skeletons, seizing the key moment of the explosion, swung down their rusty longswords mercilessly towards the center of the blood mist…
“Ronan!”
Someone yelled out Ronan’s name in shock.
For a moment the chaotic scene appeared to quiet down.
Many people couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward the location where the blood mist erupted.
As the wind dispersed the large volume of blood mist, what happened inside finally became clear—
Ronan was on one knee on the ground, holding his sword with both hands, desperately resisting the downward pressure of the rusty longsword in the hands of the Sword and Shield Skeleton.
His expression was fierce, the protective Light Shield around him had long since vanished, his chestnut-colored hair, wet with either sweat or blood, sticking to his forehead.
“Crack, crack—”
The One-handed Sword in his hand, covered in flowing light, made sounds of being overburdened, with noticeable cracks appearing on the blade and continuing to widen.
Gritting his teeth, Ronan forcefully lifted the longsword that was on the verge of shattering.
In the instant the longsword completely broke apart into a burst of fragments, he released it, simultaneously expelling syllables of a spell from his mouth, summoning a huge blue-black Energy Light Ball and hurling it at the Sword and Shield Skeleton in front of him…
“Booming!”
The Energy Light Ball exploded, and under the massive sound of the explosion, Ronan retreated, flying back on the spreading shockwaves, his face no longer showing the firm determination and eagerness he had at the start.
“Not fighting anymore, not fighting anymore…”
“I’m just a minor Level 5 Apprentice, a wanderer at that, was I insane to think I could challenge a Black Robed Wizard of the Advanced Wizard Apprentice level?!”
After a few rounds of combat with the Black Robed Man, Ronan was in complete disarray, barely surviving, utterly awakened.
Now all that was left inside his body was an overwhelming desire to live.
