Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 419 - 196: Ancient Fairy City, Snatching, Entry (Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 419: Chapter 196: Ancient Fairy City, Snatching, Entry (Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)_2

"Ding ding ding——sasha——"

Suddenly, a strange and pleasant sound echoed between heaven and earth.

The sounds were like cowbells being blown by the wind and like the playful laughter of young girls.

Before everyone immersed in the sound could react, countless colorful lights burst forth from inside the Ancient Fairy City.

The scene was utterly enchanting.

The myriad of colorful lights soared into the sky and then rapidly descended, as if someone had suddenly set off a grand magical fireworks display.

The dreamlike and beautiful atmosphere was rendered to its utmost at this moment.

And those falling rainbow lights began to converge towards a select group of people.

They were all Wizards whose spiritual power had reached Level 3; the lights gathered into orbs of light, and from within these orbs, small, winged, and exquisitely cute figures were born.

The chosen Level 3 Wizards were naturally drawn by these little fairies and started flying toward the Ancient City...

"It’s started!"

Ronan’s eyes sparkled with keen light. As the colorful lights transformed into little fairies, leading the Level 3 Wizards into the City, he realized the "tickets" for this contest of power were officially being distributed.

The Communication Stone in his Space Ring, belonging to Orian, had already been flashing as a reminder.

Ronan took a deep breath, his gaze roving over the nearby Level 3 Wizards.

But before he could choose a "target" to "rob", a series of spell collision roars suddenly sounded in his ears.

He swiftly turned his head just in time to see bursts of battle erupting in several locations, with both sides in the fights being without exception Second-level and Level 3 Wizards.

"It seems... I’m not the only one who plans to force my way in..."

"Boom!"

Closer to the deepest part of the Ancient Fairy City, an even more intense battle broke out; Ronan glimpsed a rapidly spinning Red Lotus Staff engulfed in flames and furrowed his brows.

"Mollie?"

"Why is she fighting with someone again?"

Of course, now was not the time to worry about that.

Most of the Level 3 Wizards who were "invited" had already started quickly converging towards the Ancient City.

Ronan quickly locked onto a young-looking male wizard with grayish-white short hair, wearing a purple magic robe with golden patterns.

"Titanium" poured out from under his robe like dense black ink, layer upon layer wrapping around his whole body, and after covering it completely, a point of silver light blossomed from the center of Ronan’s forehead, followed by him instantly transforming into a deep, dark silver color.

It was as if he wore an ancient set of Silver Armor, and on this Silver Armor, there were many small shark teeth-like openings rapidly opening and closing.

A blend of ancient opulence and terrifying eeriness coalesced into one, emitting an aura of mysterious and strange oddity.

"Shwish—"

Ronan teleported in front of the targeted Level 3 Wizard.

His sudden appearance startled the other, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks.

Laughter came from afar. A wizard familiar with the white-haired wizard tauntingly shouted, "Oscar, looks like this Level 2 has got its eye on you.

He thinks you’re the weakest around here; he’s planning on stealing your ticket!"

"Shut up!"

The white-haired wizard’s face soured, his eyes darkening instantly as he looked at Ronan, "Are you sure you want to steal my ticket..."

Before the white-haired wizard could finish, he saw the figure before him, dressed in eerie Silver Armor, make a lifting gesture with his hand; countless silver-white metallic tentacles suddenly sprung from his arm and body.

There was no chance to react; those numerous metallic tentacles wrapped around him.

"Pitiful trick..."

The white-haired wizard snorted coldly and his lips quivered rapidly; spell syllables accompanied by powerful spiritual power spilled out, as large quantities of Energy Particles converged in the air.

"Stasis."

However, all of this came to a stop as the silver-armored figure spoke two words indifferently.

The entwining metallic tentacles melted into a huge silver disk, and an aura of mystery emanated.

The white-haired wizard’s lips, which had been chanting spells, his facial muscles, limb movements...even his beating heart all came to a standstill, as if he had been instantly submerged and encased in a flat plane by a deluge of cement.

A hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes, followed by a burst of intense spirit light, and an aura indicative of a Magic Domain burst forth from within his body, seemingly trying to break through all restrictions.

"Shattering Silver, break!"

The figure in the silver-white armor extended his fingers in an almost grasping motion as he uttered softly.

In an instant, the huge silver disk that held the white-haired Wizard began to shatter on its own. From the cracks of the shattered disk, an indescribable force of shattering and cutting emerged. The latter’s Magic Domain, not yet fully formed, was torn apart instantly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The white-haired Wizard let out a shriek of shock and anger. The splintering fragments of the metal silver disk whirled back, whistling as they spun. Dark and silver-white interwoven shadows streaked across the Void, rapidly converging into a single point.

"Whizz——"

The roaring stopped abruptly.

A figure with a tattered Magic Robe and drenched in blood fell unwillingly towards the ground with a face full of defiance.

The silver-white armored figure took a step forward, appearing abruptly where the white-haired Wizard had stood, with his right hand gently pinching a little Fairy with wings.

At this moment, the surrounding area fell into an eerie silence.

The faces of the Level 3 Wizards who had been watching coldly now bore extremely strange expressions.

Not far away, a Level 3 Wizard who had previously made sneering laughter also shut his mouth tightly.

Every wizard that witnessed this battle was looking at Ronan, wrapped in titanium, with an expression of shock and disbelief.

Too fast!

The battle ended too quickly.

In less than three breaths’ time, almost instantly, a Level 3 Wizard named Oscar was severely injured and had his ticket taken away.

Had the opponent not clearly shown mercy, Oscar might have died.

And the one who had "killed" him with such casual ease was actually only a Second-level Wizard?!

One must know, those who were confident enough to attend this seat competition were no ordinary Wizards. They were the elite of various Wizard Forces, the best among their peers of the same rank.

Could they be so easily "trampled" like "weak chickens"?

"Damn it, I seem to feel the mystery of Space Magic..."

"Another monster..."

The surrounding Level 3 Wizards murmured their discussions, no longer daring to stay, glancing at Ronan with wary eyes as if wanting to remember his face, then hurriedly leaving.

"It seems to really work..."

Ronan did not pay attention to the other people who were avoiding him like the plague; all his focus was on the little Fairy in his hand.

After a brief struggle and uneasiness, the Fairy kidnapped from the hand of another seemed to have accepted reality and started to behave tamely and gently.

"Fier Jialong! You wait!!"

A voice filled with unwilling rage and a hint of fear came from a distance.

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a second-level Wizard with long hair cascading over his shoulders, with a handsome and valiant appearance, standing in mid-air, clutching a shrieking little Fairy, coldly watching the fleeing Level 3 Wizard who had just issued a threat.

It seemed like he had done the same as Ronan.

Sensing Ronan’s gaze, the young wizard named Fier Jialong turned and looked over, the two of them making eye contact across the distance.

Half a breath later, the young wizard retracted his gaze and quickly left.

"We should leave too.."

Ronan touched the miniature beautiful girl in his hand, remarkably similar to the Dust Elf Ariety he kept in his Silver Magic Ring, with a finger and whispered gently.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes, clear as crystals, radiated an unprecedented brilliance, closing in on the direction of the Ancient Fairy City.

All the Level 3 Wizards who received the "invitations" followed their respective "tickets" and, like moths to a flame, flocked into the embrace of the Ancient Fairy City.

Ronan had been slightly worried, but seeing Fier Jialong, who, like him, had stolen another’s ticket, enter the Ancient Fairy City so smoothly, his last bit of concern vanished completely.

As he approached the entrance to the Ancient Fairy City, Ronan saw the Ash Witch Molli’er brandishing her Red Lotus Staff.

She didn’t know what madness had taken her; despite having a "ticket," she chose not to enter but instead attacked the hazy barrier outside the Ancient Fairy City, her face contorted with frustration.

"Crazy.."

Ronan shook his head, too lazy to bother with her, and effortlessly passed through the outer barrier under the guidance of the little Fairy in his hand, stepping into the legendary Ancient City.

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