Chapter 91: Nightmare Tungsten Steel, is this your former sword?
"Idiot! What are you doing standing still?! Hurry up and take action!"
The young wizard's sudden appearance sent all the young wizards into a state of shock. The leader, Lynch, was the first to react. He urged the dazed Harry with a gloomy face to make arrangements quickly.
"You two keep it, you, hold it with me..."
The burning flaming giant ax appeared again. Lynch narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him, and said slowly: "No, it is to deal with him."
Almost as soon as Lin Qi finished speaking, the giant flaming ax suspended above his head was roaring and slashing in the direction of the young man.
The surging flames on the giant ax came into contact with the surrounding icy air currents, stimulating a large amount of white air, forming a billowing white tide that swept forward.
However, the next second, the surging white tide suddenly stopped and turned into countless ice particles again, suspended in the air for an instant.
The handsome young man holding an ice spear casually pushed aside the ice particles like a curtain of crystal beads. Wherever he walked, the cold air spread and the heat wave receded.
Lin Qi watched helplessly as the flames burning on the giant flaming ax he threw continued to weaken. The originally red and transparent ax blade was soaked in ice water, and its luster quickly dimmed.
In this air, it seemed that everything All the flame energy particles are driven away ruthlessly.
Only the ice energy particles are left reveling and worshiping their king from the extremely cold country!
The anger on Lin Qi's face solidified, and his eyes showed deep shock, shaking violently like a flame on burning steel that was about to go out.
Inexplicably, a trace of despair emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the young man suddenly disappeared from his eyes.
The next moment, the energy shield outside the body suddenly and silently shattered, and there were ice crystal spears wrapped in faint blue flames, and countless mysterious qi intertwined and flowed rapidly in the agate-colored pupils.
Lin Qi, shrouded in murder, felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was completely wrapped in layers of tentacle-like despair, and he could hardly produce any resistance. There was only one thought left in his mind.
"Who is this monster?!"
With the Despair Realm activated, Ronan himself is the source of coldness and despair.
Once bullied by him, the physical and mental impact on the opponent will skyrocket to several times that of other positions in the field, reaching an extreme.
With the blessing of [Charged Weapon - Spell-Breaking Power], Ronan easily tore open the protective shield and mental force field of the late first-level wizard in front of him, at the moment when the ice crystal spear was about to pierce the opponent's head.
Ronan quietly stopped the momentum. After thinking for a moment, he turned the ice crystal spear in his hand and swept the opponent's cheek with the spear body. With a muffled sound of broken facial bones, the late first-level metal wizard was completely People flew sideways like sandbags.
Next.
Ronan's white hair was flying on his temples, he was wrapped in wind and snow, and he was holding an ice spear. It was completely unclear which one was colder, him or the surrounding ice and snow.
When his eyes calmly turned to another round-faced wizard beside him, the latter subconsciously stepped back, and several magic tools suspended around him began to glow rapidly.
Ronan thrust out the ice spear in his hand, and the dark blue aurora cold current from the tip of the spear penetrated the air and hit a ring-shaped magical tool. The strong cold air generated instantly caused the surface of the tool to start to light up with runes. The magical tool was frozen into a lump of ice.
With a horrified expression, the round-faced wizard frantically activated the few remaining magic tools at hand, and a ball of blazing flames and bright blue plasma appeared in the air in front of him almost simultaneously.
However, before these two first-level spells could fly towards the target, the figure belonging to Ronan had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The aura of the Realm of Despair shrouded the area at close range, and the two spells that were ready to go were withering almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flames and plasma balls shrank rapidly, and then seemed fragile under the intertwined ice crystal spears of [Spell-Breaking Power] They were gently popped one by one like balloons, torn apart and disintegrated.
When the tip of Ronan's spear, which was spitting out cold letters, was quietly aimed at the round-faced wizard's eyebrows, the round-faced wizard, who was still holding a dark yellow crystal ball in his hand tightly, looked at Ronan's eyes. What was left was full of shock and horror, and he kept mumbling the words "This is impossible! How is this possible?!".
"Pa!"
A figure covered in frost was thrown out of the white courtyard and landed heavily on the dilapidated long street covered with ice.
There are three more similar unconscious figures on the ground in the long street.
Ronan silently withdrew his gaze, carrying four storage waist bags in one hand, and slowly closed the half-remaining rusty iron door with the other hand.
Turn around.
The last rays of the setting sun shine on a small courtyard covered with ice and snow, reflecting countless sparkling crystals.
The former desolation and dilapidation of the small courtyard were covered up, and it actually seemed a bit beautiful at this moment.
Benigo sat in this beautiful crystal clear sky, silently exhaling smoke.
Ronan walked up slowly and found a small black wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it out.
The wooden box drew a perfect arc under the afterglow of the setting sun, and was then firmly caught by Benigo.
"You were right not to kill them."
Benigo looked at the wooden box in his hand, his fingers carefully caressed the lines on the surface of the wooden box, and whispered: "The Ring encourages internal competition, but does not allow internal friction.
No one can bear the punishment of killing his fellow man.”
"So this is why you've been alive until now?"
Ronan's face was expressionless, "If I had known this, I should have put the seeds at the door and turned around and left; or I should have waited until they finished treating you before I came in."
To be honest, Ronan already regretted it.
He came to Benigo simply to fulfill his agreement to lend the other party the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree.
After arriving, he saw many unexpected rune formations and realized that Benigo was in crisis inside the formation. He struggled for a long time before finally choosing to take action.
Maybe it’s because he wants to repay Benigo for the extra money he gave him outside of the deal?
Or do you pity the "unanswered" communication rune stone?
Ronan himself doesn’t know.
But he does regret it now. The price of his impulsiveness was that he completely gave up the opportunity to get out of the quagmire.
The storage pockets that Ronan took from the four wizards who were knocked unconscious by him could be regarded as a little comfort that Ronan reluctantly found for himself - he had already offended people anyway, so there was no need to offend him more harshly.
Ronan felt a sigh of relief in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it, because it was entirely his own fault.
However, this depressed mood soon dissipated.
——
This is a piece of black metal about the size of a human head with a cold and hard appearance.
Just put it quietly in front of Ronan.
"What are you"
Ronan's expression was one of surprise and surprise.
Just a few seconds ago, he had watched it flow out of Benigo's body like oil and crawl directly to his feet.
As a new metal wizard, he knew exactly what this piece of metal meant.
In the inheritance of metal spells, many spells require a medium to exert their powerful power, so almost every metal wizard carries a special piece of metal with him as a medium for casting spells.
In fact, the magic medium is quite important in the inheritance of many magic systems.
For example, plant wizards usually need to carry a large number of plant seeds with them, and undead wizards need to keep a variety of flesh and blood corpses and bones
The piece of black metal in front of Ronan is undoubtedly Benigo's spell medium. Without this With a piece of metal, Benigo's strength will drop by at least two-thirds, or even more.
The wizards who had previously caused trouble for Benigo also came for this piece of metal, which proved how powerful and precious this metal medium was.
Now let’s see what Benigo means. Are you planning to give this thing to him? !
"It's not easy to ask a smart person like you to make a fool of yourself. I'm even a little flattered." Benigo slowly stood up from the steps with his pipe in hand.
The clothes on his body were completely soaked with blood and sweat. There was a shocking and hideous wound on his neck, and the ulcer on his left cheek seemed to have become more serious.
But there was no trace of injury or the inhuman pain he had just experienced in his eyes.
"Just think of it as extra compensation for you?"
Ronan frowned slightly, looking at the black metal at his feet with great excitement.
In the past three days, he has successfully mastered the core spell of the metal system [Activated Metal]. This was exactly when he lacked a suitable metal medium.
My original plan was to go to a magic tool shop and pick out a piece to use first.
But leaving aside whether he has enough magic stones to buy the cheapest alchemical metal, the cheap metals in the magic tool shop are definitely not comparable to Benigo, a metal that even the second-level wizards of the magic circle have to fight for. .
"Okay, no need to hesitate."
Seeing Ronan's hesitation, Benigo said calmly: "I never have the habit of taking back the things I give away.
and"
He paused and continued: "Although Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, it is an extremely rare spell medium for second-level metal wizards, and its attributes are excellent in all aspects.
But its shortcomings are equally obvious
The energy it carries will cause strong corrosive damage to the physical body.
Once your soul is not strong enough to suppress this counterattack."
Benigo reached out and touched his left cheek, which was as ulcerated as metal rust, and whispered: "You will end up like me.
To be honest, I don’t even know if handing it over to you right now is a good thing for you.”
"Is it because of the continuous erosion of dark energy particles?"
Ronan's eyes flashed slightly, he raised his hand slightly and took the piece of black metal on the ground into his hand.
Even if Benigo didn't say it, he had already felt the peculiarity of this piece of metal.
It turned out to be a rather rare dark-type material, and it had been emitting strong dark-type energy particles.
Under the sun, it can be clearly observed that the metal surface is actually emitting a trace of smoke-like black air, which is dark energy that has almost condensed into substance.
However, Ronan felt that this side effect of Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big problem for him.
Because of the "Innocent Body", he has a huge light ball condensed with vitality in his body, which can repair the hidden wounds in the body in real time and expel all kinds of free energy particles that attempt to cause harm to the body.
Ronan's mind The mental power in his body quietly gushes out, and with the casting of the [Activated Metal] spell, the black metal block in his hand floats slightly, then melts back into a liquid state, flowing like a ball of black mercury.
"Benigo, is this the sword you once had?"
Ronan squinted his eyes and looked at the black mass in his hand under the setting sun.
Gradually, the black color began to extend upward, growing rapidly like a plant.
Finally, it grew into a dark, thick, and gorgeous one-handed long sword, floating quietly in Ronan's palm.
Under the sun, the whole body of the long sword is covered with faint black smoke. The black smoke seems to contain some kind of strange magic power. After looking at it for a long time, it seems that it can absorb people's eyes and souls.
".It will become even more glorious in my hands from now on."
Ronan looked at the long sword in his hand and murmured in his mouth. His long and well-proportioned fingers slowly tightened the handle of the sword, feeling the coldness from the metal.
Now that Benigo has spoken to this extent, there is nothing for him to refuse or be pretentious.
As Benigo said, this is some kind of "compensation" for the risk he took this time.
Because whether he wants it or not, they will be bound to each other even more closely after today.
"Let's talk somewhere else. I probably won't be able to stay here anymore."
Seeing Ronan put away the Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Benigo's expression softened, and after looking around, he asked him to leave together.
Ronan did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
The two of them walked out of the courtyard together.
When passing by the long street at the door, Ronan saw four wizards lying on the ground and couldn't help but ask: "Which of your old enemies sent these guys?"
Benigo shook his head and denied: “Not an old rival.
It was a guy I didn't recognize named Travis.
Probably a rising star that has emerged in the Dharma Ring in recent years. "
On the dilapidated and desolate long street, a figure walked slowly.
This is a very young man.
His face is thin, his skin is pale, and his fingers are slender and beautiful.
Her long black hair was meticulously combed, and she wore black diamond earrings on both earlobes.
He was wearing an exquisite and beautiful silver robe with three silver rings on the left chest.
There is clearly a glow floating on the robe all the time, but the man gives off an inexplicable dark and profound aura.
He was like a shadow that could swallow up the light. When he appeared at the end of the long street, the whole long street became a little darker and more gloomy because of him.
The young man soon arrived at No. 131 Copper Ingot Street, which was almost completely razed to the ground.
Four unconscious figures were lying on the street in front of the door.
Inside, there was a messy magic battlefield, with traces of frost remaining everywhere.
The young man's eyes paused for a moment on the bodies of the four follower wizards on the street. There was a lot of coldness in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face from beginning to end.
The man entered the courtyard again and took a brief look around.
After walking out, he didn't know when he had a communication stone in his hand.
The man spoke calmly to the communication stone.
"I'm Travis."
"Contact Lanny for me, just say"
"I have something that everyone is interested in, and I hope to sit down and talk with him."
"It's about Benigo and his descendants."
(End of chapter)