Chapter 89: Sinking is an instinct, youth is the first sharp edge
[Innocent Body]!
【Innocent Body】!
Ronan once again felt urgent about finding the follow-up inheritance of [Ascetic Exercise].
It was not that he was ambitious about the powerful inheritance that Benigo said, but he felt that he could prepare first no matter what.
At least this unique advantage that is different from other wizards should not be slowly buried by time.
"What are the requirements for turning a circle?"
Ronan thought for a while and asked Benigo.
Benigo replied: “It’s very harsh, almost impossible.
Especially if you have shown outstanding talent in the test..."
"Forget it then."
Ronan accepted this fact calmly.
Nothing is perfect in the world. A month ago, he didn't even expect that he would switch to the ice system.
The effect of doubling the power of ice spells is indeed quite tempting, but he has "Alys's Ice Ring Necklace", and this talisman can only be regarded as "the icing on the cake" at best.
After being promoted to the middle stage of the first level, he originally planned to reserve the position for condensing the second soul sigil for the [Silverization] sigil.
"I mainly want to inherit metal spells."
"for you."
Benigo raised his hand and threw a rune stone to Ronan.
Ronan caught it, and after his mental power seeped into it, he suddenly discovered that it contained a full set of first- and second-level metal spells, as well as the [Silverization] talisman inheritance.
"Although you have become the core now, normally if you want to obtain these, it will take at least half a year to accumulate contributions.
Anyway, you will get it sooner or later. If I pass it on to you now, it does not violate the law. Ring regulations.”
Benigo said calmly.
This was outside the transaction. Ronan looked at the rune stone in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he still said thank you to Benigo.
"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else."
Benigo called to Ronan and walked in a random direction.
The entire interior of the Seventh Dharma Ring is actually a circular area built around the Seventh Silver Tower.
There are many buildings clustered under the silver tower, and it becomes more and more empty as you go outside. You can imagine it as a tower of cakes that are constantly stacked in the middle. Benigo and Ronan are now walking in the area around the edge of the cake.
"The giant silver-white tower in the middle is the ring master's retreat place. The ring master's light covers the entire seven rings. You can consider moving in later. The effect of meditation here will be slightly better than outside."
"Did you see the ten gray towers surrounding the giant tower?"
Benigo pointed a direction to Ronan, and Ronan looked up according to what he pointed.
They are ten wizard towers next to the silver-white tower. They are all gray. There is a striking blue ball of light on the top of each tower. The size is just different. The higher the tower, the brighter the ball of light on the top. , like ten beautiful lighthouses.
“Those represent the ten best meditation positions in the entire seventh circle.
The innermost and highest one, the effect of meditation in it is ten times that of normal."
"Only the ten wizards with soul ages under one hundred years old and the most powerful and talented ones are eligible to stay here."
Benigo looked in the direction of the gray lighthouse, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "I once lived in the sixth tower. It was indeed a wonderful time."
Ronan glanced at Benigo and figured out how the three-ring mark on his robe came to be.
As for why he only has the strength of the late first level now, it is probably because he had a bad temper and acted too arrogantly and was beaten to death.
"There is actually a limit to the age of the soul. For wizards who pursue immortal souls, isn't age always just a number?"
Ronan said casually.
Benigo turned to look at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a calm but serious tone: "This is the most important thing I want to tell you next about the Ring, Damien."
Ronan was startled, waiting for Benigo's next words.
"Do you know why we are the seventh circle?"
"Because... we are the weakest?!"
"yes."
Benigo nodded, "Not only are the rankings in the French Ring based on strength, but the seats of the seven major ring masters are also ranked according to their respective strengths.
And ranking is related to resources
Our seventh Dharma Ring has the least resources among the seven Dharma Rings. "
“For example, what I just mentioned to you is the wizard tower that enhances the effect of meditation.
The one with the best effect in our seventh magic ring only increases the power by ten times, but in other magic rings, the one with the worst effect may also increase the power by more than ten times.
This is the gap in resources. "
Benigo looked directly into Ronan's eyes and whispered: "Damien, you want to survive well in the Ring of Magic and gain a foothold here.
The first thing you must learn is to fight! "
"Fight?"
There was a slight fluctuation in Ronan's eyes.
“Resources, inheritance, reputation, connections, we have to fight for everything!
The qualifications for admission to the ten meditation towers are only the most superficial things."
Benigo said coldly: "The truly top-notch resources exist in those secret spaces left over from ancient times, but do you think that only individuals are qualified to enter?
The entry quota for most secret realms is limited. If you don’t fight, it won’t fall on you.
The strength of wizards of the same level often increases step by step like this."
“The more powerful the wizarding force is, the more it will encourage internal competition, because there is also competition between forces, and there are also resources and living space that have to be obtained through competition.
If you are not strong enough, you will be overtaken, engulfed, and banned by other forces.
Do you know the saying about the multi-ring continent? "
Benigo asked suddenly.
Ronan was startled and thought for a moment before answering: "Nine Rings Continent?"
"More or less, no one knows how many layers this world is divided into..."
Benigo said calmly: “But it is an indisputable fact that free energy particles have been sinking continuously.
The richness of energy particles determines the richness of resources. The lower the land, the more resources there are and the smoother the road to promotion.
Every wizard should have the desire to keep going downwards.
The ancient wizarding forces that once existed on this continent for a glorious period, except for those that have been obliterated by the long river of time, almost all the rest have moved to the lower levels."
"If you want to go higher in the future, make sinking your instinct."
"so."
Ronan couldn't help but frown and interrupted Benigo.
"What does this have to do with soul age?"
He can understand the concept of "competition" that Benigo emphasizes. Isn't it just the law of the jungle, the weak and the strong? This is how he has always been.
It's just that what they were fighting for before was not resources. Most of the time, it was for the meager life that a weak person could survive.
Faced with Ronan's question, Benigo replied calmly: "Soul age is your ticket to participate in the sinking competition."
"Um?"
Ronan blinked, not knowing why.
"Young souls are full of energy and enterprising, and are more suitable to fight for the Ring of Law."
“The most important thing is that only young enough souls can enter the entrances to many ancient secret realms.
Because the speed of time in most secrets is often different from that in the outside world. The older it is, the more chaotic it is.
At the edge of the entrance to these secret realms, a large number of time energy particles accumulate, and they develop into a mysterious force, often called a time curse. The curse of time likes to entangle those wizards with a rotten spirit in their souls. They are like a group of hungry and gluttonous snakes. In the blink of an eye, they may eat up a wizard who has a short lifespan
Even if you are powerful , will also be affected.
Only the breath of youth can drive away 'them' and withstand the curse. "
"So the Magic Circle has always favored young and talented wizards, and its resources are basically tilted in this direction."
"One hundred years of soul age is a dividing line. For the same second-level wizard, there is a big difference in treatment between those with a soul age of over 100 years old and those with a soul age of less than 100 years old."
Benigo stopped, the pipe in his hand melted like mercury, and finally turned into a black dagger in his hand.
"Youth is your first sword, Damien."
He looked at the dagger in his hand and whispered: "Make good use of it, fight for it when it's time to fight, and never shrink back or be soft-hearted.
Otherwise, there may never be such an opportunity again in the future. "
Ronan remained silent.
After a moment, an ordinary small black wooden box appeared in his hand, and he threw the wooden box to Benigo.
"Here you go. The Holy Blood Tree seeds you want."
But as soon as the wooden box was thrown out, it returned to Ronan's hands the next second.
Ronan looked at Benigo in surprise.
“Give it to me in three days.
I will leave the magic circle in three days, and you will bring the seeds over to infuse the last ice energy into the rune magic circle on the ice coffin.
Regardless of whether the seeds survive or not, I will return them to you in the future.
Of course, if you don't trust me"
Benigo looked at Ronan and said calmly: "You can also regret it."
Ronan's eyes flickered, "Why didn't you tell me about your departure after you got the seeds?"
Benigo didn't answer, he just turned his head and threw a communication stone to Ronan.
"I have offended many people in the Ring of Law before. If you ask me to be a guarantee, they will easily label you as being with me.
You may be forced to get into some trouble in the future.
Keep this communication stone, and if necessary, you can ask the owner of another communication stone for help, and he will definitely help you. "
Ronan looked steadily at the communication stone in his hand, with light constantly flowing in his eyes.
When he raised his head again, he found that Benigo's figure had long disappeared in front of him.
"Three days."
Blueberry Hotel, in the room, Ronan was sitting on the soft leather sofa, playing with the small wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree in his hand, but his eyes kept falling on the thing on the coffee table in front of him.
A rune stone that records all the metal spells of the first and second levels and the [Silver] soul sigil, and an ordinary communication stone with only one communication mark marked on it.
Those two things Benigo gave him.
Ronan checked everything, and there should be no problem with the inheritance, but the communication stone "can't sense the opponent's mark at all."
Ronan frowned slightly, "Is this Benigo deliberately trying to trick me at a critical moment, or is it because he was tricked by others?"
The possibility of the latter should be higher.
So far, he has taken advantage of the deal between Ronan and Benigo.
Apart from the simple effort of recharging the rune array on Benigo's ice coffin, he did almost nothing.
Perhaps because of Benigo's reputation, he may have been involved in some unknown troubles, but this was his own choice, and he knew it beforehand.
Between suffering for thirty years, being sucked by Basil, and possibly offending some people because of Benigo, he finally chose the last one.
"The smartest and wisest choice at this time is to collect the seeds, move them into the Ring of Law, and cut them with Benigo as soon as possible."
Ronan thought casually in his mind.
Quickly, he put the small wooden box in his hand back into his storage waist bag, and calmly picked up the rune stone in front of him that recorded the inheritance of metal spells and looked at it.
"How about we wait until sunset?"
Benigo sat on the moss-covered stone steps, picked up the pipe in his hand, placed it on the edge of the steps and knocked it, then turned his head and whispered to the long wooden box standing beside him.
In front of him was a deserted and dilapidated courtyard, a dry and collapsed pool, a gray wall covered with dead vines, and a sun that had already set halfway towards the west.
"Actually, I left immediately when I had the chance to get the seeds."
Benigo put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a habitual puff, but no smoke came out.
He never smoked in front of Fiona because Fiona would cough violently at the slightest smell of tobacco.
"He even gave me the seed, but I didn't ask for it."
"..The speed of soul decay is getting faster and faster. My strength is weakening every day. During meditation, my mental power is waving goodbye to me
I'm worried. I won't be able to hold on to return the things to him. one day."
Benigo muttered to himself with his pipe in his mouth. He turned to look at the long wooden box beside him and whispered: "I may have thrown away your only hope of resurrection with my own hands. Will you blame me? Fiona."
The long wooden box stood quietly, silent, but Benigo seemed to have received the response he wanted.
He reached out to touch the texture of the wooden box, and even the festering wound on his left cheek seemed to become gentler.
suddenly.
There were slow footsteps outside the door.
"Coming."
Benigo's eyes brightened slightly and he stood up from the steps.
But his expression soon changed, and he quickly put the long wooden box beside him into his storage waist bag.
"It turns out he's not the person we were waiting for, Fiona."
A faint anger flashed across Benigo's heroic face. He bit his pipe and his robes fluttered slightly.
He leaned down lightly and began to run slowly towards the location where the footsteps came from.
His steps were very light, like the most dexterous cat stepping on a soft carpet. He didn't make the slightest sound, and the breath in his whole body was completely restrained.
Dense black spots appeared on the surface of Benigo's skin exposed to the air. The black spots gathered into black lines, like the lines of some kind of runes.
Benigo's footsteps became faster and faster, and the cruel look and coldness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Finally, he approached the position where the footsteps came from, and there was almost only a wall between them.
Benigo silently and soundlessly made a powerful slashing motion in the direction opposite the gray wall.
At the same time as he made this action, the black lines on his body all came alive, flowing down his skin, and quickly condensed into a huge and ferocious handleless epee.
As the heavy sword swung out in sync with Benigo's movements, the entire sword body quietly faded from pure black to silvery white, and mysterious qi flowed out from the sword body.
The heavy sword struck the position, the air was squeezed and collapsed, the light was distorted, and finally.
"Bang!"
The heavy sword slashed out fiercely, and the air exploded with a bang. The gray brick courtyard wall where it was hit silently turned into the purest piece of powder. Someone seemed to groan outside the wall, and something was severely punctured. Then he was thrown away hard without saying a word.
"Harry!"
Several powerful fluctuations of mental power erupted outside the courtyard wall in an instant. Some people screamed in fear and anger, and there were voices chanting curses quickly
"Boom!"
The next second, a terrifying energy particle storm erupted, and the entire outer wall of the huge courtyard collapsed, billowing smoke and dust rose, and a strong light bloomed from the dust.
The cold look in Benigo's eyes was still there. The handleless epee, which had turned back into pure black at some point, flew back to him. Just as he was about to strike again into the light and dust, Benigo's face suddenly turned pale, as if he was being moved. He coughed violently as if he was injured.
The handleless heavy sword instantly disintegrated into countless black spots and melted back into the surface of his body, and the aura exuding from his body also quickly withered and declined.
Benigo quickly retreated and at the same time threw dozens of densely packed black metal balls forward like splashes of ink.
The energy particles in the metal ball collided violently, and then exploded suddenly after being submerged in the smoke, creating a terrible explosion aftermath, which spread out to form heat waves and strong winds, almost leveling the surrounding soil and vegetation.
(End of this chapter) )