Chapter 171 In the name of frost, I am Hekarto, the struggle of wills, the beginning of turmoil
The blazing white torrent of vitality is like lava scouring a river, infusing every inch of skin, muscles, and meridians.
In the magma, there are cold and sharp "gravels" that are constantly rolling.
Ronan felt that his body was being torn apart, destroyed, melted, and then reshaped under these two hot and cold forces!
The smooth and sticky evil whisper lingering in the ears suddenly became louder, like countless sharp pieces of metal sliding crazily on the smooth glass.
"They" pressed against Ronan's ears and roared hysterically at him: "Frost. Hekaltor Frost! Hekaltor!... Hekaltor!!"
The thick ice on the Lake of Wu Nian cracked and disintegrated, and countless violent, cruel, and vicious thoughts surged up from the bottom of the lake.
The firm will that Ronan was once proud of was quickly eroded and occupied by another incomplete, ancient, majestic, and evil will at this moment.
His consciousness fell into chaos, constantly switching between clarity and blur.
".Hekarto!..Hekarto!!"
"Hekarto!!"
The name kept repeating in his ears.
He had a splitting headache, and the sound lingering in his ears almost tortured him to madness.
who I am?
Who is Hecarto?
There were countless voices roaring in his heart. The imprint about Ronan Damien seemed to be fading and disappearing, and those memories of the past were quickly dissolving.
Finally, those countless voices merged into one——
"Hekarto is me!"
Ronan quietly opened his eyes.
In the middle of the dark blue and pure white eyes, the vertical pupil slit suddenly opened, and scarlet light that was a hundred times purer than blood bloomed.
A dull, low voice passed through the chest, and the throat bones buzzed as if they had descended from ancient times.
"I am Hekarto."
In the name of...frost.
At the same time, in the independent space that is about to collapse.
All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society looked at the same position with bewildered eyes, including the most powerful black-robed dark leader.
It was an extremely huge light group, with countless dark blue and pure white lightning intertwined around it.
There is an indescribable ancient, thick, and cold aura emanating from the light group, gradually permeating the entire space.
There was an indescribable feeling of uneasiness growing in everyone's hearts. Their instincts warned them that they must do it immediately, but their minds felt that this was ridiculous and senseless.
These two contradictory emotions made everyone feel unnatural, and the crowd began to commotion inexplicably.
"Dark head..."
Someone whispered.
Standing in mid-air, the black-robed figure from the Resurrection Society raised his palm, and then slowly took out a colorful ram's horn mask from under his black robe.
There is a handle at the bottom of the mask. The dark leader in black robe holds the mask in his hand and chants a strange and low spell in his mouth.
Soon, a trace of terrifying rune fluctuations emitted from the mask.
A faint black light appeared in the empty eye sockets of the horn mask, and black energy light blades gradually extended from the tips of the two twisted upward horns.
The light blade was covered with traces of strange and complex runes, and the aura it emitted silently swallowed everything around it. The entire space collapsed slightly, and the direction of collapse was exactly where the strange ram's horn mask was.
The dark leader in black robe holds the handle of the horn mask with both hands, as if he is holding a huge and strange two-handed sword.
He calmly raised his mask, and the black energy light blade condensed with countless runes cut corrosive traces in the void, and the entire space seemed to collapse faster.
And just when he was about to make a killing move.
Suddenly, the entire space seemed to be frozen, and time was frozen.
An indescribable, ancient, evil, and majestic will quietly descended.
All the black-robed wizards of the Resurrection Society on the scene had horrified expressions on their faces, their mental powers fluctuated and their bodies could not stop trembling at the same time.
The huge light group intertwined with countless dark blue and pure white lightning quietly broke through it, and an extremely ferocious but enchanting body appeared——
The slender body of more than three meters tall is covered with dark blue snake scales all over the body, surrounded by countless black and blue frosts, vaguely revealing a strange but handsome face.
The face had a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, a strange protrusion on the forehead, and long and strange patterns printed on both sides of the cheeks, like runes symbolizing coldness and ominousness.
The long dark blue hair floated silently around him, like extremely tiny ice snakes, surrounding him.
All the sense of collapse caused by the black sword with ram's horns was now taken away by this body.
The sky was white, and countless dawn lights were projected from the distant sky, all falling on this body, forming an indescribable, evil yet gorgeous picture.
The black-robed man looked at the charming figure in front of him intently, and the two looked at each other silently.
After a moment, he seemed to recover from his absence, and continued the unfinished movements in his hands with calm eyes.
The rune black sword containing terrifying power was slowly slashed down, and countless rays of black light crisscrossed each other. It seemed slow, but in fact it reached the head of the enchanting figure in less than the blink of an eye.
Faced with this terrifying attack, the latter made no move to dodge or retreat.
He just looked up and
He laughed silently.
The corners of the snake-scaled mouth grinned all the way to the base of the ears, revealing a mouth of dense white and sharp sharp teeth.
Coupled with those pure scarlet vertical eyes, there is an indescribable kind of penetration and weirdness.
"Click——"
There was a sudden cracking sound.
In the small independent space, the invisible and transparent void all around revealed traces like a broken mirror.
The two figures who were sitting safely on the seats suddenly stood up and looked around.
"The space restriction is about to collapse."
Achido spoke softly.
"call--"
Caroni let out a breath, and powerful mental power fluctuations emanated from his body.
His originally majestic and rough facial features became increasingly cold and hard at this moment, with a faint silver metallic luster blooming between the fingers of his naturally drooping hands.
"These bastards from the Resurrection Society."
The two of them said nothing, but the anxious and cold murderous intent spread out in waves like a rising tide.
Behind the two of them, Orion, whose face returned to normal, slowly opened his eyes, his expression firm and calm, and he was ready to fight.
"Kakaka-"
In the space filled with the strong smell of blood, silver-white cracks appeared in the blood.
In the huge whirlpool formed by countless blood mist, the ferocious flesh and blood monster suddenly opened its eyes.
It can be seen that strange eyeballs of different sizes are growing on its huge and weird body.
Rufus stood up quietly, looked at the signs of space rupture around him, and slowly raised his right hand.
There was a delicate and beautiful woman's head lying quietly in the palm of the big hand with seven or eight fingers, no skin, only exposed muscles.
Rufus looked up at the sky and could vaguely see the outlines of several sun-like light groups entangled in the sky.
"Now...you have no place to hide."
"What a rare feast."
"Crack!"
Rufus tightened his fingers, and the woman's head in his palm exploded, and the blood splashed on his face.
Rufus stretched out his slender scarlet tongue, gently licked a few drops of blood from his lips, and said in a low voice: "I'm really looking forward to it."
Signs that the space "prison" is about to collapse are fed back to each independent small space. The battle between the dawn-level wizards in the sky seems to be coming to an end. Strong spell energy is constantly falling down, smashing on the ground and in the void. A piece of red magma, a poisonous swamp, and a thundering pit emerged.
The black robes of the Resurrection Society retreated one after another. Many people realized that the home ground belonging to the Resurrection Society was about to recede. Next, it was time for them to take revenge and fight back.
The wait is as long as a century, or maybe it is only a few breaths.
Without warning, countless divided independent small spaces were shattered at some point.
The panoramic view of the competition venue was revealed again on the goblin plain.
"Boom boom boom——"
Waves of cold and powerful spiritual power rose up one after another, full of murderous intent against the Resurrection Society.
But before these wizards, who had been trapped for a long time, could make any move to fight back, their minds were completely taken away by the scene before them.
——
I saw in the center of the competition arena, a black robe that exuded a strong power and was surrounded by countless runes. He held up a strange ram's horn sword with both hands and made a slashing motion at one place.
However, before he could drop the ram-horned sword in his hand, his whole body was penetrated by a figure intertwined with dark blue ice.
"Shua——"
The golden and round morning sun jumped out from the horizon, spreading endless golden light all over the earth.
Everyone couldn't help but narrowed their eyes.
They saw the black robe holding the sword falling from the air like a stone. Behind him, a strange and slender figure was bathed in the bright light of the morning sun, looking up to the sky and letting out a silent and majestic roar.
At this moment, the dignity and coldness from ancient times are peeping.
Everyone's minds were swaying, and they fell into a moment of confusion.
"boom!"
An angry roar suddenly erupted in the sky, and the sound of chanting spells was amplified to the extreme, covering up all the sounds in the world.
Incomparably strong light burst out from high in the sky.
All wizards lost their vision, and their mental wills were trembling slightly.
This is the power of the dawn level.
When the dazzling light gradually dissipated, everyone returned their gaze.
However, the strange and ferocious shadow that occupied their pupils before disappeared without knowing when.
In the sky, there were only three suns of thunder, crystal and blood hanging high in the sky, and the light seemed slightly dimmer than at first.
Below, black-robed figures belonging to the wizards of the Resurrection Society were quickly retreating. But under the radiance of three rounds of dawn, they seemed to have no way to hide.
After a brief silence, someone came back to his senses.
Immediately afterwards, a chase battle broke out among wizards.
"Click——"
In the miniature secret space, Benigo, who was busy in front of the experimental table, suddenly stopped what he was doing.
He turned his head to look in one direction and slowly picked up a silver hourglass used as a simple timekeeper.
A hole opened in the middle of the hourglass, and the silver sand leaked out.
Benigo looked at the hourglass in his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, and an inexplicable bad feeling gradually emerged in his heart.
"Is it the prophecy talent that comes with the gray elf bloodline?"
Benigo picked up the notes and briefly recorded some data and information thoughtfully.
He paced back and forth in front of the experimental table and went to the ice coffin where Fiona was sealed to take a closer look, but nothing unusual appeared.
Benigo walked out of the secret space, and as soon as he stepped out from behind the waterfall hiding the entrance to the secret realm, he was stunned for a moment.
I saw that the originally empty valley had been covered with a thin layer of frost at some point, and a giant ice crystal snake with a single horn on its head was entangled in it, looking at him faintly.
"Is it you?"
The Ice Crystal Demonic Snake glanced at Benigo, then looked back, looking up at a high place in the sky, and kept making restless "hissing" sounds in his mouth.
Just when Benigo frowned, a powerful, ancient, majestic, and evil will suddenly descended on the valley.
The next second, a figure quickly enlarged in Benigo's field of vision. Seeing the appearance of the figure, Benigo's pupils shrank sharply.
He has long dark blue hair like a waterfall, a slender body covered with snake scales, and unknown lines printed on both sides of his cheeks.
His whole body exuded a strong noble, ancient, and evil temperament.
The figure descended to the valley like lightning, and directly stepped on the head of the ice crystal snake in the valley.
The huge ice crystal demon snake lowered its body almost instantly, but it neighed unwillingly.
"Despicable fellow bloodline. Do you want to resist me?"
There was a dull and low sound, like the rolling sound of countless crushed ice.
The voluptuous figure with long dark blue hair stepped on the head of the ice crystal snake and looked down at it coldly until the pressure from the depths of the blood passed through, and the latter was instinctively driven to surrender.
Through the black-blue frost surrounding the figure like a thick cloud, Benigo saw a handsome and evil face, and could vaguely make out some familiar outlines.
"Dedamion?"
Benigo blurted out, and his voice attracted the figure's side glance, and a pair of scarlet vertical eyes with endless coldness fell on him.
The moment he was stared at by those vertical eyes, Benigo almost had the urge to kneel down.
The figure walked slowly towards Benigo, and with every step he took, a dark blue frost mark like a rune would be left in the void.
As the figure approached, Benigo was enveloped in an ocean-like coldness. He felt as if his throat and heart were being strangled deeply by a pair of ice-cold invisible hands.
"thump--"
Benigo knelt down on one knee, the color on his face quickly faded, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen and stopped flowing.
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented threat of death, shrouding him bit by bit like a dark cloud.
"roar!"
Benigo let out an unwilling growl, and weak mental energy surged from his body, but in the heavy cold that gathered invisibly, his struggling behavior didn't even make a splash.
Just when Benigo thought he was about to die in the next second, the figure suddenly stopped.
"Huh-huh-"
An extremely heavy breathing sound.
Benigo looked up and saw the slender and tall figure with its shoulders shrugging violently and an expression of pain and struggle on its face.
The pair of eyes opened, and at this time, there was a light of clarity, calmness and violence flashing back and forth in the vertical bloody eyes.
He stretched out his hand to Benigo and urged in a hoarse voice.
"Benigo, hurry up... prepare the second blood purification ceremony for me!"
The icy coldness that had previously attached to his body had disappeared without knowing when. Benigo broke free from the pressure of death. Looking at the struggling and painful figure in front of him, a situation suddenly came to his mind.
"Devoured by bloodline will?!"
A look of solemnity appeared on Benigo's face. Without any nonsense, he turned around and quickly stepped into the secret realm.
After a while, he brought out the Holy Blood Tree, which was more than five meters high, had lush branches and leaves, and was bathed in a mysterious red light.
The moment he saw the human figure, the branches and leaves of the Holy Blood Tree began to sway eagerly, and dense red tubes immediately grew under the branches and leaves, twisting towards the human figure.
But as soon as these thin tubes touched the black-blue frost cloud surrounding the figure, they were immediately frozen and shattered.
"Damien, gather your strength... don't give in to Him!"
Benigo's eyes flashed sharply and he spoke quickly.
The figure with closed eyes let out a low growl, biting his lips suddenly, and blue and red blood flowed from the wound.
The frost clouds around it surged violently, gradually gathering into the body like smoke.
The thin tubes released by the Holy Blood Tree were finally able to successfully attach to its body, and soon wrapped it layer by layer, weaving it into a huge blood cocoon.
At this time, the struggle between the two wills in the blood cocoon can be felt more clearly.
An ancient evil, full of destruction and violence.
The other is clear and calm, like a stream flowing in the autumn sunshine.
Under the former, the latter quickly weakened and became weak, as if it was being swallowed up and disintegrated.
Each thin tube on the wrapped blood cocoon emerges with a mysterious runic light path, twitching once.
The ancient evil aura quickly faded away.
However, the glow on the Holy Blood Tree quickly dimmed, and the entire tree became wilted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless leaves withered...
With just one blood extraction, the weak Holy Blood Tree almost exhausted all its power.
Without hesitation, Benigo took out a large amount of medicines and blood that had been prepared or not yet prepared from his storage waist bag, and poured them into the Holy Blood Tree one after another.
After emptying all the potion bottles, he cut his wrists and let the blood flow.
But even so, the power of the Holy Blood Tree was still not enough. The huge blood cocoon began to tremble slightly, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.
The large amount of blood loss made Benigo's face pale and his body swaying, but he seemed not to notice it, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were constantly scanning the scene in thought.
Suddenly, Benigo's gaze rested on the low-lying Ice Crystal Demon Snake not far away. The latter sensed his gaze and responded indifferently.
Benigo's eyes flickered and he spoke in a low voice.
"I know the relationship between you. You resent him and try to get out of his control."
"But if you think this is a great opportunity, you're totally wrong."
"Once his will is completely swallowed up by the will of the ancient frost hydra remaining in his blood, then you will be the real one. You will never be able to stand up again!"
"roar--"
The ice crystal demon snake roared violently, as if expressing disdain for what Benigo said.
Benigo looked at him calmly.
I don't know how much time passed, but I saw that the blood cocoon released by the Holy Blood Tree was beginning to break apart, and finally...
The Ice Crystal Demonic Snake wavered, hissed, and reluctantly swam its huge body slowly over.
With the support of a large amount of blood from the ice crystal demon snake, the power of the holy blood tree can be barely maintained.
Benigo's eyes relaxed, but when they moved to the blood cocoon, they were immediately covered by a thick haze.
He was very aware of Ronan's current situation. This situation was mentioned in the blood transplant notes given to him by the other party.
That was the backlash suffered by the host after the forced blood fusion failed.
Self-will and blood-will enter into the most primitive and direct struggle, and only the winner is qualified to gain final control over the body.
If you are not careful in this process, your self-will may be swallowed up, and you will completely sink from then on, turning into a monster that only relies on instinct.
If it was an ordinary Warcraft bloodline, it might be fine. After all, Ronan had taken six bottles of "Mephtila's Kiss" in a row. His willpower was so strong and tenacious that even Benigo was shocked.
But what was rooted in his body was the unprecedented bloodline of the ancient frost hydra.
Once the will of this ancient overlord awakens from his bloodline, even if there is only a fragmentary awareness of the danger within it, it is not something that others can fathom.
"Damien"
Benigo stared at the blood cocoon with complex eyes and whispered in a low voice, "I will try my best to do what I can, but the rest... you can only look at yourself."
After saying that, Benigo took out a bottle of healing potion from his storage pocket and swallowed it slowly.
Then with an expressionless face, he made another sharp cut on his wrist that he stretched out to water the Holy Blood Tree, allowing the blood to flow out faster.
The incident in the Goblin Plains directly shocked half of the south.
Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.
This name, so long ago that many people have almost forgotten it, has once again entered the field of vision of all southern wizards.
In order to seize the broken World Stone, the power hidden in the darkness of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society exploded. Only then did everyone realize the extent to which this evil organization had penetrated the major wizarding forces in the south.
During the battle on the Goblin Plains, the current patriarch of the Sakirs family in Crystal Lake and the first wizard of the Palace of Thorns, two Dawn wizards who had reached level 4 rebelled. They were suppressed by several wizards of the same level, headed by the Speaker of the Thunder Council, and escaped. One death.
The latter paid a heavy price in the death of a Dawn Wizard in the Black Nightmare Swamp, the serious injury to the Dawn Wizard in the Scarlet Tower, and the loss of the Broken World Stone that had just been unearthed from the Court of Ancient Mirrors.
And the level below the dawn.
On the Black Nightmare Swamp, a total of twenty-three wizard geniuses of level two or above, led by Chief Genius Angele, rebelled; Jupiter, the first genius of the Thunder Council, was seriously injured and on the verge of death; except Chief Genius Luf in the Scarlet Tower, In addition, all the second to seventh wizard geniuses died; all members of the Sakirs family of Crystal Lake rebelled, and the blood of the ancient Balrog plagued Crystal Lake; the Palace of Thorns fell into huge civil strife, and the wizards The blood dyed a forest of thorns red.
The top genius competition held by the six wizarding forces on the Goblin Plains, a broken world stone, continuously involved the forces belonging to the Ancient Wizards Resurrection Society.
A huge turmoil in the wizarding world that affected half of the south slowly began.
One month later, the Silver Ring, the highest tower.
There is no eunuch, but there is something wrong with the body. Slowly adjust, stop fighting, and be prepared for a protracted war. Feel sorry
(End of chapter)