Hecalto's Death Gaze! How Dare You Ants Look Upon Me?

"Sizzle—"

A bright blue current surged in the void, and a figure suddenly appeared beside Ronan.

"Anglie Leo!!"

He was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a high nose, emanating a powerful aura befitting Third Level Wizard. Upon seeing Jupiter's miserable state at close range, he gritted his teeth and uttered the name of Anglie, as if he wanted to chew the name up and swallow it whole to vent his hatred.

He quickly grabbed Jupiter, who was kneeling on the ground, gave Ronan a cold glance, and then shot off in one direction, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Ronan stood on the empty Fighting Arena, looking around at the chaotic battles erupting everywhere.

Some wizarding geniuses who were fine before suddenly erupted and began to attack their fellow wizards and people from other factions.

He saw several familiar faces on the Silver Magic Ring, including Debby, the genius wizard from the Seventh Magic Ring who had traveled with him on the way here.

His previously calm and reserved personality was gone, replaced by a face contorted with rage and fanaticism.

Orian, who had been seriously injured by someone, was pale-faced and was being firmly protected by Caloni and Aqi Duo.

Large numbers of figures clad in black robes, their faces obscured, chanting "[Resurrection Salvation]," appeared out of thin air as they emerged from the Goblin Plain surrounding the arena and continuously joined the battle.

"Ignatius!"

A furious roar echoed from afar, "Even the Sakiel's Family has betrayed us?!"

He turned his head sharply and saw a terrifying figure with orange-gold flames flowing all over its body rampaging through the territory of the Thorn Palace, leaving behind piles of charred remains. In a daze, Ronan seemed to see a strange pattern of Sixth Ring appear before him, the upper Third Ring intact and the lower Third Ring broken.

The Ancient Wizard Revival Society! Ronan was shaken, his eyes reflecting the several "Dawn Day" clashing and colliding wildly in the night sky above.

Anglie was a member of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, which didn't surprise him at all.

Anglie's personality, it seems perfectly natural for him to do anything crazy.

What truly surprised him was that the Ancient Wizard Revival Society had infiltrated the six major wizarding factions so thoroughly. Not to mention the second and third-level wizards, even powerful figures who had reached the Level Four Dawn and were already leaders of their own factions were members of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

"... Under the bright light of Dawn, how could those things hidden in the shadows have the chance to cause trouble?"

What if even "Dawn" itself has been eroded by shadows?

Ronan gritted his teeth and charged toward the Arcane Circle, only to bump into a "silver-white wall" that was as smooth as a mirror halfway there.

He [Penetration] through without any hindrance, and then suddenly "regressed" back to the starting point.

Ronan was slightly taken aback. He tried several times from different directions, but got the same result each time.

"The power of spatial magic array"

Ronan seems to be "trapped".

But he doesn't seem to be the only one who's "trapped".

Standing before the mirrored wall shimmering with silver light, Ronan looked around and saw similar mirrored walls everywhere.

They divided the vast battlefield into separate small areas, which only the [Resurrection Society] wizards, dressed in black robes, could freely move between.

"Is it one of the two Dawn Magical Item obtained from the core area of Mirror Garden?"

If even the Dawn Wizard can "betray" us, then it's not surprising that the members of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society might obtain one or two Dawn Magical Item.

So, is their real goal the broken World Stone?

Ronan, then gently brushed his hand across the void before him. In the ripples that spread outwards, he saw Caloni watching him from not far away.

The latter's face tightened, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at him, his lips moving, before finally uttering a few helpless words. "Damien, be careful..."

Ronan nodded to the other party, turned around, and calmly considered how to break the deadlock.

Compared to the chaotic and bloody battlefields everywhere, his current location was quite peaceful.

To this day, no one from the Ancient Wizard Revival Society has noticed him.

"First, we need to find a way to break out of this battlefield divided by magical artifacts. If we can't rescue the Arcane Circle, at least we need to ensure our own safety."

As Ronan was thinking, a figure in black robes suddenly stepped into his field of vision.

His expression shifted slightly, and he slowly took two steps forward, reaching out to touch his left earring, already prepared for battle at any moment.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed figure, radiating murderous intent and about to approach him, was suddenly gently pulled back.

"Don't worry about that for now."

"Why?"

"He possesses crucial World Stone coordinates... and besides, this guy's life was already predetermined."

"Um?!"

Ronan heard the conversation between the two figures in black robes and paused abruptly as he was about to retaliate.

So the reason he hasn't been involved in the battle until now isn't because he's been ignored; on the contrary, he's the one receiving the most "focus" attention!

He only told Kosti about the World Stone Coordinates.

Kosti must have reported it. It's not surprising that this secret was leaked, since there are even members of the [Resurrection Society] among the Dawn Wizard.

What truly intrigued Ronan was, "So who exactly is it?"

His expression calmed down, and he simply sat down on the spot, squinting his eyes as his gaze swept over the figures moving around the scene.

"Has my life been preordained?"

"Boom!"

The crimson flames burned wildly.

The monstrous, grotesque hand slowly released its grip, carelessly tossing the charred corpse of a wizard onto the ground like trash.

At this moment, Ignatius was bathed in raging flames, his body nearly twice as tall and robust as before, with two twisted horns more than half a foot long growing from his forehead, and his body covered with black, hard lumps that looked like solidified magma. Between these lumps, a large number of orange-gold light patterns lit up, forming strange and complex designs.

His eyes had turned almost pure gold, and with each breath, a strong sulfurous smell emanated from his mouth and nose, emanating an indescribable aura of terror from his entire body.

"@%...&*"

A short, rapid incantation rang in his ears, Ignatius turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on a figure radiating a blinding green light from head to toe.

The spell took shape in an instant, and the solidified green light rushed towards Ignatius like countless arrows. The terrifying energy fluctuations, carrying the aura of Extraordinary Magic Domain, shook the void with their power.

Ignatius's orange-gold eyes flashed with a cold, violent light. He did not flinch but instead faced the spell head-on.

Terrifying flames scorched the air, leaving a long, blurry, and distorted trail.

"Boom!"

The green crystal light was shattered by the crimson meteor. Before the Third Level Wizard was casting the spell could even show a shocked expression, a terrifying and ferocious hand had already pierced through his body.

Ignatius appeared behind the other, his eyes cruel as he slowly withdrew his hand from the body, his fingers still clutching a heart that was rapidly turning into charcoal.

Ignatius opened his mouth as if to swallow the collapsing wizard's body, and a half-illusory, blurry figure was swiftly pulled out of the shell and slowly swallowed by Ignatius with a scream.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes, as if slowly savoring something.

When he opened his eyes again, the orange-gold in his dark eye sockets seemed to have become even brighter, and the flames surrounding him were much hotter.

At this moment, all the wizards in this small area had turned into charred remains and corpses.

Some people in the space to the side retreated in fear, while others roared at him with bloodshot eyes through the mirror-like void wall, frantically casting one useless spell after another.

Ignatius walked forward calmly, leaving charred footprints in the void he passed through.

He looked around and saw fierce battles erupting in every small, divided battlefield.

Ignatius's cold gaze locked onto several battle zones.

"Rufus Jupiter Orian."

These were all names that were on par with him, some in the midst of a fierce battle, others already seriously injured.

Ignatius lightly licked his lips, a deep longing evident in his eyes. He knew very well the immense benefits he would gain if he devoured the souls and flesh of these people.

Unfortunately.

These individuals are the most valued geniuses by the major powers, and they cannot yet be used as nourishment for him. They need to be kept here as bargaining chips for the upper echelons of the Dawn in negotiations.

He shifted his gaze from the group, and at that moment, a silvery light descended before him.

Several figures shrouded in black robes emerged from the light, each radiating the powerful aura of Third Level Wizard.

The leader, a man in black robes, held a silver Rubik's Cube that was constantly spinning and rolling in his right hand.

He strode up to Ignatius, reached out and took off his hood, revealing a fair and delicate baby face.

It was Damien, who had previously fought Ronan and then disappeared.

Damien stood on the battlefield belonging to the Thorn Palace, seemingly oblivious to the corpses of the Thorn Palace wizards lying at his feet and around him, his expression unusually calm.

"Where is that bastard Anglie?"

Ignatius saw Damien and asked coldly, "You suddenly acted ahead of schedule, disrupting all our plans, and now you've disappeared without a trace."

"I don't know."

Damien shook his head. "After he severely injured Jupiter, he completely disappeared and we can no longer contact him."

"He won't get any credit even after successfully obtaining the World Stone!"

Ignatius's eyes darkened, and then, as if he had thought of something, he narrowed his eyes and coldly cast his gaze in one direction.

In the spot he was gazing at, he could see a boy sitting quietly, seemingly oblivious to the chaos and noise around him.

"It's time to get the coordinates."

Ignatius smirked and strode toward the boy.

Damien frowned slightly, standing beside him, and said calmly, "Lola said no one can touch him?"

"Is this guy Lola's boyfriend?"

Ignatius glanced at him, slightly surprised.

"No."

Damien shook his head. "Lola wants to kill him herself. He had a grudge against Lola a long time ago."

"Oh"

Ignatius grinned silently, and without stopping, he left Damien far behind in a few steps.

"Then let Lola vent her anger on his belongings. He won't even leave ashes in my hands."

"The reptile that once humiliated the Fire Demon Blood."

"Are they here?"

Ronan sensed a slight fluctuation in spatial energy, looked up, and saw Ignatius slowly entering in his Fiery Demon form, followed by Damien and the others.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Some of the previous doubts seem to have been answered at this moment.

He slowly stood up and calmly looked at Ignatius and the others who had arrived.

Just five minutes ago, he had already found a way to escape this spatial "prison," but he didn't leave because he wanted to see who the person who came was.

Ignatius tilted his head to look at Ronan, a cruel and violent light slowly flowing from his orange-gold eyes.

I didn't see the expression I wanted to see on your face.

Ignatius's lips curled up, revealing his white teeth, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "To be honest, I'm very disappointed."

Ronan let out a soft breath and reached out to touch his earlobe.

A blue light shone out, and he put on the [Winter Homeland] magic item set piece by piece.

The unusual situation at the central arena caused several surrounding battle groups to calm down.

"Boom!"

The terrifying magical power slammed into the empty silver barrier, but could only stir up some insignificant ripples.

On one side of the Silver Magic Ring, Caloni and Aqi Duo stared coldly in this direction, a terrifying energy pressure surrounding them, like two angry beasts trying to break free of their prison.

But in return, all he got was Damien in his black robes casually fiddling with the silver Rubik's Cube in his hand.

Someone stood on a pool of blood-soaked corpses, looking at Ronan and laughing maniacally. It was Debby, who seemed to be insane. A few meters away from him, Clemens, with a cold expression, tried to break through the spatial barrier again and again.

Ignatius looked around at everything, and his smile grew even brighter.

It seems quite a few people care about you.

He leaned slightly forward towards Ronan, a faint orange-gold gleam in his dark eyes, and said in a strange tone, "I'm already looking forward to seeing how they'll react when you're in pain, begging for mercy, wailing, and dying at my hands..."

"Didn't you want the coordinates?"

Ronan asked abruptly.

"This is not your bargaining chip for survival."

Ignatius smiled, and a terrifying aura gradually spread from his body, causing the temperature in the Fighting Arena to rise rapidly. "We naturally have ways to obtain the coordinates from you."

"All right."

Ronan fell silent.

He raised his hand, making a gesture as if casting a spell.

One after another, spells One Segment Magic Domain Resonance emerged from his body, vast magical force fields intertwining. Damien, standing behind Ignatius, wore a faint mocking expression upon seeing this. Ignatius, even more disdainfully, took a step forward, the instantaneous burst of firepower from his body nearly dispelling all the icy aura in the area! "So you're going to use your so-called superimposed magical domain again?!"

Ignatius appeared as if a true Ancient Fire Demon had descended upon the world, with almost endless flames surging from his body, instantly occupying the entire space and forming a world unique to fire.

"A clumsy and laughable trick!"

His hoarse, deep voice roared amidst the firelight and heat.

"Where is your bloodline?"

Show it to me!

"That good-for-nothing Igor only brings shame to the family!"

"I will let you feel the true power of the Fire Demon Blood... Roar—"

Ignatius stood in the void, roaring hoarsely.

The countless crisscrossing Rune Array beneath his feet shattered simultaneously, and the enormous Fighting Arena instantly transformed into waves of molten lava.

The power belonging to Third Level Wizard, along with the terrifying might of the blood of the Ancient Fire Demon, was fully displayed. At this moment, even the wizards who existed in the Independent Space prison felt this heat, and they all turned their gazes in this direction with fear on their faces.

Amidst this scorching heat that seemed to incinerate everything, Ronan, who barely managed to maintain a small foothold with only three Dharma Domains, appeared remarkably calm.

He gently pressed his hand against his trembling, pounding heart.

He slowly raised his right hand, aiming it at Ignatius was surrounded by crimson.

In an instant, the three intertwined domains around him, under some inexplicable connection, rapidly merged. A brand new domain, now dozens of times more solid, spontaneously emerged, radiating an unparalleled terrifying aura.

The aura descended in wisps, each drop extinguishing a flame and solidifying a patch of magma.

This aura, along with the three spells surrounding Ronan, rapidly ascended into the air, combining and transforming.

The pure white Ice Blade transformed into vertical pupils.

The ice hockey puck serves as the eye.

The dense, deep blue aurora borealis radiated out in the shape of eye veins. Finally, an enormous, dark blue sphere of light, like an eye, floated in the sky, its countless terrifying and solid auras faintly outlining the silhouette of an ancient, multi-headed serpent.

At this moment, it was as if the true Ancient Frost overlord had descended.

It gazed indifferently down below, coldly looking down at the arrogant figure that belonged to Ignatius.

Ronan, with the enormous shadow of the multi-headed serpent behind him, slowly raised his head, one eye tightly closed.

At this moment, his long, white hair and robes fluttered in the wind, and an indescribable aura of nobility and antiquity surrounded him.

Ronan's voice was hoarse as he looked at the stunned Ignatius before him and said in a low voice, "Feel the gaze from the ancient times first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan's tightly closed right eye suddenly opened, and endless dark blue light shone from it.

At the same time, the dark blue orb of light hanging high above his head also burst into bright light!

The three realms resonate and merge! — [Hecalto's Death Gaze]! "How dare you ants look me in the eye?"

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