From Ancient Times to This Day, Your Name Has Always Been on My Menu

No one expected that Anglie, who was the least noticeable and most mediocre of the eight players on the field and who only made it to the Anglie by luck, would have such terrifying hidden strength.

With his mid-stage level 3 power, he instantly killed the top-tier Vinus, Vinus didn't even escape with his soul; it was directly devoured.

On the platform, shrouded in a dense shadow as if by night, Ronan felt the Bloodline Crystal inserted into his heart throb slightly.

Fragments of memories etched into Hecalto's bloodline are being passed down, recounting the name of the Ancient Fallen Crow, a detestable creature that feeds on fear and chaos and is known for its intrigue and cunning.

Ronan took a deep breath, his mind flashing back to images of his interactions with Anglie, evoking a host of inexplicable emotions.

Finally, some of these emotions were frozen and sunk to the bottom of his heart, while the other part transformed into scorching magma and raging flames, gradually igniting every bit of fighting spirit within Ronan's body.

"I have indeed been looking forward to this for a long time."

Ronan looked up, and his clear blue eyes suddenly turned into a bewitching blue-gold.

His white hair, cascading down his back like a waterfall, flew high. Beneath his silver-black robes, a torrent of cold air surged forth, rapidly condensing into large patches of frost around him.

In a daze, the Ancient Frost Hydra behind Ronan seemed to raise its head from the dark shadows, its cold serpentine eyes locking onto the Fallen Crow Shadow that was faintly visible in the sky, and it let out a majestic growl belonging to the ancient overlord of magical beasts.

Faced with all this, Anglie's lips curled up, he raised his hand and made a gesture of respect like the most composed and elegant nobleman, and uttered a poetic sigh.

"Passing through the frosty night. Dedicated to my beloved Ronan Damien."

The next instant, the jet-black wings on Anglie's back flapped gently, and he silently melted into the darkness that was deeper than the night.

[The Eye of Truth]! The instant Anglie's figure disappeared, a white light appeared in Ronan's eyes, weaving an eye pattern between his brows.

His mental energy had completely lost its lock on Anglie, and even under the probing of the [Eye of Truth], it could not detect the slightest trace.

"Is it the stealth ability brought by the Ancient Fallen Crow Bloodline?"

Ronan frowned slightly, then decided to ignore where Anglie was and instead began to summon the anchor spells needed to construct the Ice Cold Domain.

With each ice spell, the thick frost around Ronan, who was in the Extraordinary Magic Domain, spread rapidly outwards along the platform, quickly reaching the edge, and then climbing up the void.

At this moment, the dense "night" descended and touched the frost, but there was no collision. It simply swept past silently, swallowing up every ray of light in Ronan's vision little by little.

"I remember."

Suddenly, Anglie's voice came from behind.

The voice was so close to Ronan that it was as if Anglie was speaking intimately to him right next to his ear.

" With Itai!"

Ronan remained expressionless Itai to his entire right arm, forming the shape of a sword blade. Emerald green Spell Breaking Flame rose from the silver blade as he swung his sword directly at the location from which the sound came.

Itai ripped through the void, emitting a sharp, low whistling sound. A large area of shadow was shattered by the interwoven silver and emerald green sharpness, and Anglie's voice came to an abrupt end.

But the next second...

But it came from ahead of Ronan.

"Back then, you were still like a child in the Corpse Garden."

With jet-black wings unfurled behind him, Anglie, seemingly blending completely into the shadows, stood less than ten meters away from Ronan with a smile on his face. His appearance reminded Ronan of the fallen angels in those Western mythological films from his previous life, who abandoned the light and embraced evil.

Anglie stood right in front of Ronan, but under Ronan's mental probe, the spot where Anglie was located was empty; there was nothing there.

On the contrary, Ronan's heightened senses allowed him to detect some unusual fluctuations in a certain direction on the left.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and under his mental control, several Ice Magic that had reached the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance shot rapidly toward the location from which the fluctuation came.

A terrifying frost-like current pierced through the heavy shadows, striking something with a dull thud.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he was about to launch a follow-up attack when a panicked voice suddenly rang out beside his right ear. "Oh no... you found out!"

Without the slightest warning, Ronan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Stasis!"

A wisp of spatial Stasis instantly emanated from his body, the medium for which he used it was Itai after [[Space Silvering]].

A patch of void around him transformed into a smooth, flat "mirror" under the force of spatial Stasis, and Ronan quickly disappeared again, using his short-distance spatial teleportation ability to quickly teleport to another location.

The moment he landed, a dazzling deep blue light bloomed between Ronan's palms.

At this moment, all the previously "buried" Spell Anchor were activated, and the Snow Country descended!

Exquisite snowflakes drifted down from the pitch-black "night sky," while layers of ice spikes and ice flames bloomed like flowers all around Ronan.

A soft laugh rang out, like a crow flapping its wings and swiftly cutting across the cold night sky.

Ronan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "[Winter Mirror]!"

The Snow Country that had just been constructed froze in an instant, countless ice flowers solidified in their "blooming" state, and a terrifying spatial Stasis filled the entire platform's void, forming a stunning "Winter Mirror".

However, this terrifying force that seemed to Stasis everything had no effect whatsoever on the "night" spread out above the platform.

Large swaths of shadow continued to fall like smoke, and Ronan's "Winter Mirror" were about to be concealed by a "black veil."

"Even the power to Stasis space is ineffective?"

Legend has it that Ancient Fallen Crow roamed the shadows, walking between reality and illusion. It seems that Anglie inherited this ability, which is also his reliance...

Ronan remained expressionless, lightly tapping the empty space before him.

The smooth, pristine "Winter Mirror" was shattered, and the breathtaking Snow Country was reduced to countless irregular fragments, unleashing terrifying spatial turbulence.

Above the platform, the dense shadows were "cut" into pieces, like a large piece of black cloth that had been shredded by knives. However, the number of pieces did not decrease; instead, more pieces rolled out.

Ronan walked through the shattered turbulence, his figure growing taller inch by inch. Pure white lightning flashed on his skin, and his bulging muscles and veins stood out. He had already entered the state of "Complete Demonification".

"Tear—"

A sound like tearing silk rang out beside him. Ronan raised his hand and threw a punch, the black light of the [Ancient Power] runes dancing between his palms.

"Boom!"

Where his fist landed, space collapsed, light distorted, and the black magic scythe that was hidden in the shadows and slashing diagonally at him was shattered by his punch.

But an extremely cold aura rushed towards him from behind. Ronan twisted his body and swung his arm in a horizontal slash. His Itai -wrapped right arm collided violently with a black bird claw the size of an adult with six toes, producing a loud metallic clang.

The enormous bird claws, with their Keen Edge, red diamond-like tips, ripped through Ronan's chest, easily tearing through his Spiritual Force Field and Itai [Protection], leaving deep, knife-like scratches on Ronan body.

Ronan seemed completely oblivious to the injury and pain, and directly grabbed the strange and ferocious giant bird claw, intending to drag out someone hiding in the shadows behind it.

But with a "bang," the bird's claws turned into countless Black Mist and dispersed. The next moment, Anglie's figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness not far away, emitting a series of nostalgic sighs.

"Who would have thought that the kid who sneaked into someone's house to kill someone would grow up to be this tall now?"

"I am so proud of you, dear Ronan."

Anglie continued to speak and sigh, his words conveying the sentiment of a close friend of Ronan.

However, his attacks on Ronan never ceased.

The Fallen Crow's Claw appear and disappear unpredictably in the shadows, each attack accompanied by subtle, intermittent energy fluctuations, some present and some absent.

Anglie perfectly inherited the temperament of the Ancient Fallen Crow, and his skill in weaving "conspiracies" was unparalleled.

He kept sending Ronan various harassing "false signals," some of which may have been genuine.

Ronan's mental power couldn't detect his figure, and his only reliable instinctual perception was also confused by these indistinguishable "information"—he didn't know which energy fluctuations he detected were real and which were deliberately released by Anglie.

He was "manipulated" by Anglie.

"Call--"

Ronan stood in the void at the center of the platform, trying to regulate his breathing.

On the majestic and imposing body of the ancient demon, a wound is slowly healing.

The injuries weren't serious, but the Vitality Orb within his body were significantly depleted. To make matters worse, the entire platform was now completely shrouded in the darkness of night.

Ronan could barely see anything outside, and Anglie's trail became increasingly difficult to find.

"No, if this continues, he'll wear us down sooner or later."

"The only options are to try deadly moves like [[Snow Country in Palm]] or [Schubert's Endless Vortex] to see if they can break through Anglie's Shadow Domain..."

Ronan has never tried any powerful spells because he felt that the effect might not be significant.

Anglie was unlike any opponent he had ever encountered before. This guy was disgusting; he never confronted Ronan directly and always hid in the shadows.

It's like a very patient crow, using various methods to gradually wear down its opponent's energy until the prey is completely dead before it comes down to peck at its flesh and blood for a delicious meal.

Ronan did not doubt that [[Snow Country in Palm]] and [Schubert's Endless Vortex] could break through Anglie's Shadow Domain, but breaking through did not mean the end of the battle. The latter was very likely to make a comeback. Perhaps he wanted Ronan to do so, so that Ronan's "consumption" would be faster, and he would be one step closer to the raven's meal.

Even with this premonition, Ronan didn't have a good solution and could only try it out.

Ronan took a deep breath, suppressing the negative emotions that were gradually rising within him.

This was definitely the most frustrating battle he had ever experienced. If he could capture Anglie, he would definitely... wait!

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Ronan; he suddenly realized something.

"The fluctuations of Soul Aura and magical power can be concealed by shadows, but emotional fluctuations cannot necessarily be."

The one percent of Hecalto's bloodline within Ronan gave Ronan the keen senses of an ancient overlord, and he thought it was worth a try.

Even if we still can't pinpoint Anglie's exact location, we can still expose some weaknesses and create more opportunities.

With this thought in mind, Ronan's expression calmed down completely.

"Click-click-click—"

As the night deepened, a series of cracking sounds emanated from Ronan's body.

He broke free from his "Complete Demonification" and entered another form.

His figure shrank slightly, but his height remained at nearly two meters, and his body became more slender. The exaggerated muscles and veins that were originally bulging disappeared, and his long, white hair gradually turned dark blue from the roots. Strange, snake-scale-like patterns grew on the surface of his skin. Silently, with the elegance and Anglie of Anglie, as if he were playing a game, his figure slowly emerged in a certain void.

He even had a glass of red wine in his hand, which didn't seem like he was in the middle of a battle at all.

"Let me see."

Anglie reached out and gently stroked his chin, looking at Ronan below with a playful expression, and smiled, "Our dear little Ronan, what kind of amazing scheme are you preparing this time?"

At this point, Ronan's transformation was complete.

He stretched out his limbs, and large swathes of dark blue frost transformed into condensed smoke, which coiled gently around his tall and slender body like snakes.

At this moment, he was almost completely integrated with the Ancient Frost Hydra behind him, exuding an indescribable bewitching, evil, ancient, and mysterious aura.

Over the course of three years, through countless battles with Hecalto's remaining consciousness, Ronan had mastered the one percent of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline within him! Now, the power of this bloodline was fully activated.

Anglie watched Ronan with great interest, as if he was eagerly anticipating his next move.

Under Anglie's gaze, the boy standing amidst the countless black and blue frost wisps suddenly looked up. On his increasingly handsome face, a pair of vertical blue-gold snake eyes appeared particularly eerie.

The two looked at each other, Anglie narrowed his eyes, then smiled and took a small sip of his glass.

At this moment, the boy suddenly spoke calmly, "Did the Ancient Fallen Crow Bloodline within you tell you this?"

"Your name, from ancient times to the present."

"It's always been on my recipes."

"Well"

Anglie the cups suddenly froze, a look of surprise on his face.

At the same time, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in the eyes of the boy below.

"Found you, Anglie!"

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