Are You All Ready to Be Buried with Her?

"Whoosh—"

Under the power of the Mirror Dagger, Ronan's figure changed, and he appeared in a separate, independent space.

Before Ronan could even take a moment to survey his surroundings, he immediately felt a terrifying magical power rushing towards him.

Ronan remained expressionless and raised his hand as if to slash.

A dazzling expanse of silver-white splashed out in the shape of a crescent blade, while raging, deep blue flames rose, forcefully slicing a narrow slit through the surging tide of energy.

Ronan's figure blurred for a moment, then suddenly vanished into light and shadow, reappearing in a corner of space outside the spell.

Two Black Robe Wizard from the [Resurrection Society], their faces obscured, coldly approached him, their hands constantly casting spells. On the other side, a young wizard dressed as Crimson Tower was also approaching him, his expression sinister, his hands hanging down naturally, stained with the blood of his comrades.

Ronan glanced at the group.

Two are at level three, and one is at level two in the later stages.

We can fight, but it's unnecessary.

The Mirror Dagger's cooldown time was up, and Ronan raised the Mirror Dagger in his hand and gently stabbed it into his shoulder.

"Whoosh—"

Their figures vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the three members of the [Resurrection Society] with uncertain expressions.

"Thud—"

Ronan landed lightly on the Fighting Arena, looking around. The Ancient Frost he had released earlier had not yet melted.

"They're back."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. "It's good that you're back."

They were given a brief respite to reflect.

Ronan realized he had underestimated the Dawn Rank artifact in the hands of the [Resurrection Society].

The Mirror Dagger's teleportation ability can indeed break through the temporary space constructed by the Dawn Magical Item, allowing one to move freely within it.

However, the spatial positions of these separated Independent Space are constantly changing under the control of magical artifacts, and relying solely on orientation is not accurate at all.

The entire competition venue remained a clear outline in Ronan's mind, but after several attempts, the final spatial landing point he achieved was different from what he remembered.

Of course, that's not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome problem now is that "the [Resurrection Society] has discovered that I'm 'escaping,' and I have the World Stone coordinates they want. They should be catching up with me very soon."

Ronan pondered.

At that moment, the first rays of dawn broke through the sky.

Ronan looked up and saw the deep blue night sky rapidly receding on the distant horizon, the stars disappearing, and bright white light shining from afar.

At the boundary between black and white, gray mist permeated the air, and the morning light was inexplicably blocked, falling rapidly and creating a mirror-like reflection on the ground.

The empty Goblin Plain now seemed to transform into a vast and calm body of water, with ripples spreading across them.

Then, one, two, thirty-two figures in black robes appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly approaching and walking towards Ronan from all directions, their silhouettes casting long, narrow shadows on the ground. "Whoosh—"

Ronan let out a soft breath, his expression quite calm.

He had anticipated this situation after he first used the Mirror Dagger —or rather, after killing Ignatius and Damien.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

But it has no one to belong to anymore.

Soon, twelve Black Robe Wizard from the [Resurrection Society] arrived before Ronan, each radiating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations befitting Third Level Wizard.

When these fluctuations come together, they naturally form a huge and invisible pressure that slowly rolls down on Ronan.

"I told you so."

Among the twelve figures in black robes, a woman's voice came from beneath the leader's black robe.

He stepped out from among the twelve people, extending a pale, slender hand with black fingernails, and gently pulled down the hood covering his head, revealing a bewitching face covered with twisted black patterns.

"You are mine."

The woman smiled at Ronan, her dark green lips, as if soaked in poison, slowly stretching down to her ears.

His expression was bizarre, revealing an indescribable eeriness and madness. His eyes revealed a deep resentment and joy, an expression of someone who had finally gotten what he wanted.

"Lola".

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly uttered the woman's name.

That woman, who was like a mad dog, was the first to bring him profound despair and drag him into the abyss of death. In a sense, she was also the first woman to give him a "new life".

He had killed the other party once.

Now, she's back.

Level 3.

Ronan sensed the aura emanating from Lola, and his eyes flickered slightly.

When Lola appeared before him as a member of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, Ronan showed absolutely no surprise.

Lola is a born "terrorist," so it's perfectly reasonable for her to join a "terrorist organization" in the Wizard World.

However, Ronan was slightly surprised by the opponent's strength.

However, he remembered that Jerome had mentioned to him before that Lola seemed to have inherited almost all of her mother's power, the headmistress of the Hoddam Wizard Academy, through some mysterious bloodline connection.

Lola's talent was not bad, and with the help of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, it was not surprising that she could advance to level three.

Ronan felt that Lola was no longer a pure Plant-Type Wizard; he could smell a faint, rotten odor emanating from Lola.

Hmm... this woman is becoming increasingly repulsive.

"I never imagined that the insect that was crawling on the ground, struggling and begging for mercy..."

Lola suddenly took two steps forward, seemingly wanting to get a closer look at him, a somewhat neurotic expression on her face, and clicked her tongue, saying, "It's truly unexpected that you've grown to such a height."

"Paranoia?"

Ronan couldn't help but frown. "If it weren't for your own mother's sacrifice, do you think you would still have the right to stand here and talk to me?"

Lola's smile froze instantly.

Ronan's words seemed to have touched a raw nerve in her heart, and Lola's face instantly turned cold, releasing an intense killing intent without any attempt to hide it.

"Kill him!"

"Ignatius and Damien, those two good-for-nothings, are both dead at his hands. Everyone, attack together!"

Lola spoke coldly, but from beneath the black robe beside her came an impatient voice from a man.

"Lola, you have no right to order us around."

"Shut up!"

Lola's face twitched, and she abruptly turned to glare at the man in black robes who had spoken, but he met her gaze without flinching.

Ronan shook his head helplessly.

The former "enemies" meet again. Lola, this crazy woman, seems to have made no progress other than becoming stronger. She is still as self-righteous as before.

However, even if they undermined Lola, Ronan was still their common goal.

All the Black Robe Wizard of the [Resurrection Society] on the field slowly began to move, and powerful energy fluctuations were stirred up, with low incantations of spells echoing in the arena.

"Don't give him a chance to unleash the fusion of the Three Law Domains! Just kill him! I'll keep his body and soul!"

Lola let out a piercing low shriek. In the huge sound waves, her black robes billowed and billowed, revealing not a beautiful scene, but a deformed and grotesque body that looked like a fusion of flesh and plants.

Large clumps of thick, sticky liquid seemed to be dripping down from above.

"You switched from a plant-type to a shaman-type?"

Ronan was slightly surprised, while Lola looked stunned, as if she hadn't understood what he meant.

But soon his eyes and face were completely filled with hatred and madness. He screamed, and the dense black lines on his face seemed to come alive, wriggling like worms.

Ronan retreated quickly with a blank expression, followed closely by a terrifying energy fluctuation.

It was a giant tentacle that seemed to be made up of a large number of vines, human and animal limbs, tearing through the air and shooting towards him at high speed.

Following the tentacles, there were at least seven or eight more spells with power reaching the third tier, mainly of the Undead Arts and Darkness-Type.

In an instant, Ronan was engulfed by the third-tier spell.

"Boom!"

Several third-tier spells collided, and the energy shockwaves from the collision formed a huge gray mushroom cloud. The entire space violently trembled, and mirror-like light rippled out continuously, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"It's not as difficult as I expected."

The twelve members of the [Resurrection Society] in black robes stopped fighting, and someone said something softly.

"I said, leave the body and the soul to me..."

Lola spoke coldly, then quickly walked towards the location where the mushroom cloud had risen.

One step, two steps, until the tenth step.

Lola suddenly stopped, as if sensing something, and looked ahead alertly.

The next second, her dark green pupils suddenly contracted.

The enormous mushroom cloud exploded with a deafening roar, its sharp, knife-like aura smoothly slicing through the turbulent aftershocks.

Immediately following, a ferocious and burly figure, over two meters tall, with hair reaching his waist and bathed in intense white lightning flames, stepped out of the void.

Before Lola could fully discern the figure's exact appearance, an indescribable aura of terror locked onto her.

An unprecedented sense of crisis, like a venomous snake and vines, quickly climbed up and tightly entangled her heart.

Beneath the robe, countless deformed and bizarre fleshy tendrils seemed to react, all shooting out and dancing wildly around him.

Lola heard a low, hoarse voice.

Like the deepest, heaviest, and most inescapable "nightmare".

It rang softly in her ear.

"Ancient times."

"The power of".

As those last two words rang out, Lola's heart stopped. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and all sounds and images rapidly receded from her.

Her eyes widened as she tried to move her body, to resist or retreat, but her body seemed to be stuck in some extremely viscous, transparent swamp, and her movement was slowed down countless times.

Lola could only watch helplessly as a terrifying black light, indescribable in its power, continued to expand until it completely filled her pupils!

"Bang!"

A dull, resounding thud echoed, as if a heavy object had slammed into the hearts of the eleven Third Level Wizard of the [Resurrection Society].

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Before they could even react, a terrifyingly ferocious and domineering figure suddenly descended into the arena and punched Lola in the forehead.

"Smack!"

Lola exploded, turning into countless black, red, and green blood mists.

A golden burst of light bloomed from within the blood mist and shot out rapidly. Some of the dissipated blood mist was gathered together by an invisible force and quickly reformed into the shape of Lola.

Just this once.

Lola's almost deathly pale face had lost all its madness and hatred, leaving only a look of panic, shock, and bewildered fear constantly floating around her.

"Breathe--"

Heavy breathing, accompanied by an indescribable terrifying aura, stirred up invisible tides in the void, washing over all the [Resurrection Society] wizards wave after wave.

The atmosphere in the space was eerily quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure they had surrounded.

The dawn light, cast by the horizon, gently bathed the figure. White lightning danced silently, as majestic and powerful as a towering mountain range. Long, flowing, silvery-white hair spread freely, exuding an aura of legend, like the real arrival of Ancient Giant Demon.

"The second time."

Ronan spoke in a low voice. In his "Complete Demonification" state, his voice had a buzzing quality, filled with a powerful and awe-inspiring pressure.

"This is the second time you've died by my hand."

Ronan looked at Lola in front of him, casually wiped away the few dirty bloodstains on the surface of his right fist, and then his pure white eyes swept over the [Resurrection Society] wizards around him, and he said indifferently, "What is it?"

Are you all prepared... to be buried with her?

"Hiss--"

A soft gasp rippled through the room, and everyone's expression froze.

At this moment, the group of [Resurrection Society] Third Level Wizard standing in the arena suddenly understood why someone as powerful as Ignatius, along with Damien who had also reached level three, had died so mysteriously.

The man stood silently on the plain where light and shadow alternated. His long, jet-black robe concealed his entire being, making it impossible to see his face or discern his figure.

He looked up at the sky, watching the gray-black "sun" gradually devour another blood-red "sun".

Beside these two intertwined suns, the Thunder Sun clashed with the Black Nightmare Sun, and the Crystal Sun and the Emerald Sun entangled. Faint rumbling sounds descended from the sky, sometimes the sound of spell chanting, sometimes indifferent conversation, or sometimes roars and howls.

"The Dark Head."

A figure dressed in the same black robe appeared silently beside the man, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something quickly.

The man listened silently, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

"Don't worry about it for now. They're about to compromise, and the World Stone will be in our hands soon. But have you gotten that coordinate that we've been locking onto?"

The latter shook his head slightly, "Originally, the Molten Crystal Lake lineage was supposed to retrieve it, but an accident occurred. A talented descendant of the Sakiel's Family perished. They are unaware of this news yet. Now, Salanchi and Lola have led a group there, so there shouldn't be any further problems..."

"It's best if nothing goes wrong."

The man raised his head, gazing at the gray sun overhead that nearly swallowed the dark red Blood Sun completely, and murmured in a voice almost audible only to himself, "These two things are far too important for many things we're about to do. Even Lord Shuo Yue was willing to pay such a high price, what are the lives of us lower beings worth?"

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