Life Witch, Forbidden Magical Item

"It's most likely due to the second or third reason..."

Because if they used their own life energy as a means of spellcasting, the wizards of the Life Royal Court would be essentially fighting with their "life" in hand, which is highly improbable.

"The legacy of the Life Royal Court might be helpful to me. If I can increase my total life force through other means, the combat power of the [[Immaculate Body]] in its Complete Demonification can also be enhanced."

Ronan wants to enhance the combat power of the [Immaculate Body] in its Complete Demonification form. Besides improving the efficiency of its existing life energy utilization, the remaining task is to increase the base amount of life energy.

If both aspects can be enhanced, that would be ideal.

The Life Royal Court and Ronan actually follow two different paths in the use of life energy. The former uses life energy as a driving force for wizarding spells, while Ronan uses life energy directly on himself.

However, it cannot be ruled out that Serena also possesses a secret method to strengthen her physical body using life energy.

"Serena's close-combat abilities are perhaps stronger than anyone imagines."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he analyzed the situation in his mind.

He still harbors ambitions for the Wizards' top spot, and the Helamus's Magic Controller Legacy is equally appealing to him.

If he wants to take the top spot, then Serena is an obstacle he cannot get past.

Besides Serena, Ronan was also paying attention to Adam of the Spiritual Dawn, as well as Li Weiqi and others from the Chaos Secret Society.

Not only him, but as geniuses who manifested their Soul Trait in the first round of ranking battles, each of them is the focus of everyone's attention.

Having witnessed Adam's abilities, Ronan discovered that the legacy of the Spiritual Dawn was actually an extremely rare Mind-Type Spell.

Like the life-related spells of the Life Royal Court, Mind-Type Spell are also a non-elemental Spell Inheritance. Due to the special nature of their energy, the magical power they release far exceeds that of ordinary elemental spells.

"The Mind Power originates from the will, and the will originates from the soul."

Adam displayed an extremely pure and powerful Light of the Mind during the battle, and he also possessed characteristics similar to those of a true Ancient Ascetic.

Having seen Adam's clear eyes, Ronan suddenly began to believe that the Winged Unicorn Horse rode beside him might really be the legendary unicorn.

It is said that only those with pure hearts and extremely strong wills have the chance to tame the legendary unicorn.

Unicorns are ancient exotic species similar to Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, and in terms of rarity and grade, they are even higher than Ice Crystal Magic Serpent.

Adam's unicorn was quite magnificent and seemed to greatly enhance his magic. Adam 'Adam fighting style was quite unique among wizards. He charged at his opponents like a knight, hardly needing to use any other means. Pure Light of the Mind was like an indestructible holy lance, easily defeating his opponents.

"Even a wizard at the late third level, with a slightly weaker will, would probably be unable to cast a complete spell in front of Adam..."

Even through the [Protection] array surrounding the platform, Ronan could still sense the powerful will emanating from Adam that seemed capable of breaking through all obstacles.

This willpower will have a tremendous psychological impact on his opponents, shaking their souls and directly reducing their combat power.

Having witnessed Adam's prowess, Ronan began to covet the legacy of the Spiritual Dawn.

Because of his practice of "Ascetic Body Forging," his will is also incredibly tenacious and strong, forged through countless pains and torments.

Adam's fighting style suited Ronan's tastes perfectly, and because of the lingering consciousness of "Hecalto," willpower was a crucial "lifesaver" for Ronan, and no amount of strengthening it was excessive.

"I admire how others pass on their traditions, but I wonder if they feel the same way about me."

Ronan couldn't help but laugh at himself; his ice and space Spell Inheritance must be the envy of many wizards.

There is also the "Golden Country" lineage, which has not yet been formally studied, and it is an unparalleled opportunity that ordinary wizards dream of.

Compared to Adam, Li Weiqi of the Chaos Secret Society is a bit more "ordinary," using only normal Darkness-Type magic mixed with some Curse-Type Spell.

Li Weiqi appeared extremely low-key, and in both of his actions, he did not reveal much of his trump card, giving people a sense of being unable to understand him.

Before we knew it.

"Buzz—"

The beam of light in front of him suddenly turned blue. Ronan was slightly startled, then realized that it was his turn to go on stage again.

Countless gazes converged upon him. Ronan took a light breath and calmly stepped onto the central platform, walking through the void step by step.

His gaze swept over several stone pillars, and from one of them, a young man with ordinary looks and a sinister aura, his wine-red eyes, smiled and gave him a "good luck" gesture.

Ronan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he completely ignored the other person, focusing his attention on the opponent in front of him.

In this round, Ronan's opponent was a young man wearing a black robe with gold patterns, brown hair, and ten fingers that hung naturally, adorned with various brightly colored magical rings.

Ronan recognized the man; he was the wizard from the "Arcane Workshop" from the first round.

Organizations like the Arcane Workshop differ from typical wizarding factions. Their Spell Inheritance may be more diverse, but due to abundant resources and luxurious equipment, wizards of the same level are often significantly stronger in combat than those from normal factions.

The young wizard before us is a perfect example; the third-tier magical artifacts he is currently displaying are already several times more advanced than those of a normal wizard.

No one knows how many treasures are hidden in his storage space. In the eyes of many wizards, this guy is simply a walking treasure trove, comparable to the legendary "Treasure-Digging Goblin".

"Falin Lyon Lydo".

The young wizard from the "Arcane Workshop" looked somewhat nervous and uneasy after seeing that his opponent was Ronan.

He politely introduced himself to Ronan first, as if setting a relatively "friendly" tone for the upcoming battle.

Ronan nodded and also gave his name.

Just as he was about to make his move, the young wizard from the Arcane Workshop named Falin made a surprising statement. "You are very strong, I am no match for you."

However, I have a very powerful magical artifact, this is my trump card. If you can withstand my next attack, I'll admit defeat, okay?

"Well"

Ronan was taken aback.

Before he could react, he saw the other party quickly pull out a strangely shaped, dark gold dagger from the sleeve of his robe.

The dagger looked extremely old, full of the aura of having been weathered by time. Its handle was a twisted and coiled golden snake, with a dull ruby inlaid in the snake's eye.

The other party held a dagger and rapidly chanted ancient and mysterious incantations.

Soon, the Golden Serpent Dagger began to emit a faint, inexplicable fluctuation.

As the other person uttered the last syllable of the incantation, his voice suddenly rose in pitch, and he stared at Ronan with a serious expression, shouting loudly:

Those fortunate enough to witness it are extremely eager to possess it.

Those fortunate enough to possess it will inevitably head towards death.

Shift your gaze away from it, you despicable... covet!

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person picked up the dagger and slashed it hard across his palm, but strangely, not a drop of blood came out.

Immediately afterward, an indescribable terrifying aura emanated from the dagger, its snake eyes instantly becoming dazzling, wisps of Black Mist rising up, and the vast platform space rippled violently like water. Ronan was stunned.

Then, his expression quickly turned ugly.

"Grass"

"It's Dawn Rank magical artifact!"

Brilliant streams of energy filled the sky above the entire plain, resembling countless beautiful sunsets, presenting a dreamlike, spectacular, beautiful, and breathtaking scene.

On a high hill, a figure was looking up at all of this.

This was an ordinary-looking man with long, slightly wavy gray hair, emerald-like eyes, and fair skin; his exact age was impossible to discern.

He was dressed in a long, flowing black robe, and seemed completely immersed in the beauty of the scene, his face filled with longing and intoxication.

Someone appeared behind him, wearing a similar black robe, their face obscured by the brim of a hood hanging from their head.

"I'm reminded of the year we were in."

The gray-haired man withdrew his gaze, looked at the black-robed man behind him, and said softly in a reminiscent tone, "Do you remember, Doru?"

Back then, you were shining brightly, making it into the top four in one go, almost one step away from becoming the champion of that generation. As for me, I was just a lowly level two wizard, not even qualified to participate.

I can only stay outside, gazing up at you with eyes full of adoration.

The man in black robes didn't speak. After a moment, a deep, hoarse male voice came from beneath the robes.

"The protectors accompanying the Alba Family should only be at level four in strength, so they are not a concern."

The problem is that Phoenix's bloodline is intertwined with our objectives. If we proceed as planned, we must consider the potential repercussions they might cause. The higher-ups now want you to decide whether to proceed.

The gray-haired man raised his hand, interrupting the man in the black robe.

"Don't you understand, Doru?"

If it's just about capturing that little girl from the Alba Family, then only you need to come back."

The man in black paused, then continued, "Although the Phoenix are not well-known, they have always been one of the oldest and most prestigious bloodlines in Upper Ring. Their immortal wings may not have completely withered into ashes yet, in case..."

"That's not something you need to worry about."

The gray-haired man spoke calmly.

The man in black robes fell silent.

The gray-haired man continued slowly:

"Legend has it that the Life Witch Jolie. Nolins. Alba forged twelve incredibly powerful Life Set during her lifetime, eight of which were destroyed or lost in battle."

Alba's descendants, with the remaining four sets, established a vast empire in the central part of Upper Ring.

"Our target this time, although possessing a very thin bloodline of the Alba Life Witch, unexpectedly has an extremely good compatibility with one of the Life Set."

"Do you think we just want to harvest her bloodline?"

The man in the black robe trembled slightly, and quickly raised his hooded head.

"You should know that I'm in charge of the 'Salvation Armed' project research. If your performance this time satisfies me..."

The gray-haired man turned to look at the man in black robes, and said gently, "I am willing to let you serve as my assistant. You may even have the opportunity to become one of the first to control the armed forces."

"Doru, just focus on doing your job well. I'll take care of the rest."

The gray-haired man reached out and gently patted the man in black robes on the shoulder, saying softly, "Don't disappoint me."

The man in black lowered his head and responded softly, "Yes."

A satisfied smile appeared on the gray-haired man's face.

Then, turning his gaze to the center of the distant glow, he looked at the dense black dots that formed a tight circle, representing countless wizards, and a deep sense of emotion appeared on his face.

"The South... It's been hundreds of years since I last returned? I'd almost forgotten about it..."

"How I miss it!"

As the man sighed, the two people on the hill seemed to dissolve like ink, disappearing in the blink of an eye under the glow of the sunset.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Ronan's long, white hair, like a cape, spread wildly behind him. His arms were muscular, with veins bulging, and his hands were covered with dense, snake-scale-like patterns. Pure white light, like lightning, coiled and danced around him.

Ronan's face twisted slightly, an indescribably rich aura of magic intertwined and condensed between his palms, countless frosts gathered into a sphere, and on the ice sphere was a silver metal shield made entirely of Itai. He had almost maxed out his defense, but still could not stop the blurry and distorted black light in the void in front of him.

The latter broke through his defenses with unstoppable force, melting the ice ball with Itai, shattering the ice ball, and collapsing the magic domain. Ronan clasped his hands together, trying to grasp the illusory light with his bare hands, but his hands were instantly severed. The black illusory light quickly swept across Ronan's body, its power finally exhausted, and it disappeared into the air.

Ronan remained expressionless, and a deep cut on his right side was rapidly closing.

When he raised his head with a cold look in his eyes and turned his gaze to his opponent, he was met with a hurried and slightly flustered voice.

"Okay... I give up!"

"Call--"

A huge, mysterious ball of light emerged from the other party and quickly Ronan's body.

The massive gray cloud churned violently and expanded outwards once again.

Ronan felt his Soul Power and mental strength growing rapidly, and his frustrated mood finally eased a little.

When he saw that his opponent, the Arcane Workshop wizard named Falin, was pale, with sunken cheeks, and looked so weak that he was almost about to collapse, the anger he had been holding in finally subsided.

"I'm sorry, Damien. The Arcane Workshop will make amends to you later."

The wizard Falin tossed a Communication Stone to Ronan in a hoarse voice, his lifeless eyes revealing a deep, unconcealed shock.

As a spellcaster, Falin was naturally more aware of the terrifying power of his Dawn Magical Item than anyone else could tell, just by looking at his current state.

How could an ordinary Dawn Rank tool possibly drain half of a genius wizard at the mid-stage of level three?

I'll try to finish the second update before midnight. If I haven't finished writing it, I'll post it at midnight.