I've Been Waiting for This Moment: Four Law Domains Fusion-Hecalto's Ancient Devour
Like a tiny ripple suddenly appearing on the surface of a dark, calm lake.
Ronan's figure disappeared in a flash of silver light, and then instantly reappeared in another location.
The graceful figure lunged in one direction, with streaks of flame-like light forming around him from the dark blue frost.
The shadows that filled his vision suddenly seemed to grow thicker and more viscous. He clenched his fingers, his fingertips breaking through layer after layer of blackness until he finally touched something.
"Call--"
Ronan stopped, his figure half-hidden in the dark blue frost, and turned around to meet Anglie's gaze from not far away.
Anglie remained in the same position, his body motionless, seemingly never having moved an inch.
Ronan slowly looked at his right hand, where a small piece of black silk was tucked between his index and middle fingers.
Frost enveloped him, and fragments of the robe turned to dust, slipping slowly from his fingers.
He was just a hair's breadth away from "catching" Anglie.
"You're smarter than I expected."
Anglie glanced at the hem of his robe, which had a small tear, and a strange look appeared on his face.
He looked at Ronan, his relaxed and carefree demeanor slowly fading, and said, "But the same method won't work next time."
"It's no longer needed."
Ronan spoke calmly.
In that instant when he was incredibly close to Anglie, Ronan suddenly realized a simpler way to find him than by inducing emotional fluctuations in Anglie—
A wondrous connection between ancient bloodlines.
With the complete activation of the one percent Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, Ronan's perception of Anglie suddenly became clear.
Just like the rhetoric Ronan used to try and elicit an emotional response from Anglie.
Ronan is unsure whether the name of the Ancient Fallen Crow is on Hecalto's menu, but strengthening oneself through devouring is an instinct of all ancient creatures.
At this moment, the Bloodline Crystal inserted into Ronan's heart trembled continuously, and the one percent Hecalto bloodline flowing in his body was restless, constantly conveying a thirsty desire to him.
This "hunger" that reaches the depths of the soul transforms into a kind of "feeding" instinct. The Ancient Frost that permeates the surroundings becomes Ronan's tentacles for detecting his "prey." The shadows around him are being peeled back layer by layer, Anglie's figure, hidden in the shadows, seems to be becoming clearer little by little.
"Call--"
Ronan took a deep breath, his dark blue hair fluttering without wind, and an aura of evil antiquity and innate dominance emanated from him.
The Ancient Frost Hydra behind him began to writhe, and Ronan raced through the void.
The same Ice Magic appeared around him once again. Unlike before, the color of these Ice Magic had all changed from pure white or ice blue to a deep dark blue, carrying a trace of mysterious and ancient aura. The magical fluctuations they released also became much more obscure and profound.
Even without improving their Magic Domain Resonance level, the power of these spells was greatly enhanced—this was due to the ancient blessing from the Hecalto bloodline.
"[Ancient Extreme Frozen Weapon]!"
A massive Ice Blade, entirely dark blue with countless interwoven black patterns on its surface, slowly rose from a dark blue vortex of ice and snow, exuding a rich, ancient aura.
Ronan raised his hand and made a horizontal slashing motion.
As far as the eye could see, large swathes of "night" were cleaved open by the Ice Blade. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a blurry phantom. He raised his hand, and a large number of dark blue aurora veins stretched rapidly out in that direction from beneath his feet. Wherever they passed, the shadows were shattered.
The snowflakes slowly falling from the sky turned dark blue, each one becoming thicker and more ancient.
The Night Realm belonging to Anglie is rapidly collapsing, and now ruling this battlefield is the ancient, chilling force!
"Boom!"
Ronan raised his arms, and the swirling frost formed a dark blue ice flame in front of him, which quickly spread outwards.
Under the erosion and scouring of ice and flame, large chunks of black collapsed, and the platform space, which had previously been almost completely shrouded in "night," was once again connected to the sky from the bottom, with dark blue becoming the new background color of this space.
The scene within the platform space was once again clearly presented to everyone.
Everyone saw that Anglie, with wings merging into the Black Night, occupied the high altitude of the platform, while Ronan was surrounded by countless dark blue frost below.
The battle seems to have returned to its original starting point.
The two stood above each other, silently gazing at each other.
Ronan took a small step forward.
"Boom—"
Beneath his feet, the frost trembled, and a "brand new" Snow Country was created.
However, this time, the Snow Country did not descend from top to bottom, but rather seemed to emerge from the ground.
Countless dark blue frost veins intertwined to form ancient and mysterious patterns beneath Ronan's feet. If viewed from above, these patterns would appear remarkably similar to the multi-headed serpent phantom behind Ronan.
Ronan stood right in the center of the multi-headed serpent pattern.
"Snow Country, the ancient Snow Country..."
"This should be called... [[Hecalto's Frost Absolute Domain]]."
Surrounded by vast expanses of dark blue frost, Ronan murmured softly, then looked up, his blue-gold snake eyes fixed on Anglie, whose smile had vanished, in the sky. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke softly, "Anglie, our game is only just beginning."
"Boom!"
Everyone was focused on the battle taking place on the platform. There wasn't much noise, only occasional hushed conversations and discussions that hummed softly.
Both Anglie's combat power, which completely surpassed that of ordinary top-tier geniuses, and Ronan's methods of "breaking the deadlock" were beyond their expectations.
The two on the stage seemed to possess some ancient and powerful bloodline, making it a battle from a completely different realm for ordinary low-level wizards.
And the source of Ronan's power seems to have a good explanation at this point.
"Ronan Damien's Ice Magic power does not come from his heritage, but from his bloodline."
"What kind of bloodline is that, capable of wielding ancient frost, like a tyrant standing at the top of the food chain in ancient times?"
"But how could that legendary bloodline flow in one person?"
The onlookers were shocked and amazed. On the side of the Life Royal Court, Moriel had already stood up, and seemed to be in a bad mood as she kept twirling the Red Lotus Scepter in her hand.
"No wonder I hated this guy so much the moment I saw him; he must have inherited the bloodline of that disgusting multi-headed worm."
The bloodline lurking within Moriel, yet to awaken, constantly conveyed to her various emotions of disgust and irritation—a feeling akin to encountering a Natural Enemy.
She had sensed something in the Mechanical Heart last time, and now, that feeling has become exceptionally clear.
In the crowd, Lindis squinted at the battle between shadow and frost on the stage, and suddenly asked the black-robed man beside him.
"I remember that the south used to preserve half of Ancient Fallen Crow's heart..."
"Yes."
The man in black robes replied in a low voice, "The person on the stage was a pawn highly valued by the previous generation of Shuo Yue, and it was he who advocated for the transplantation of the Fallen Raven's heart into him."
"Once this is over, take this kid back with you."
Lindis said calmly, "He integrates very well with the blood of the Fallen Raven. This kind of special talent has always been what we lack."
"Um."
The man in black robes responded.
As for him
Lindis's gaze shifted to another slender figure surrounded by ancient frost, his eyes flickering, but he did not continue speaking.
He seemed to be thinking, and some of his ideas seemed to have undergone subtle changes.
"Boom!"
The two figures collided violently at the boundary between black and blue.
Dark blue frost condensed into spear-like shapes, clashing with the shadows and piercing out long, narrow, serrated lines.
With Ronan's Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline fully activated, Anglie's stealth techniques became completely ineffective against him.
Anglie seems to have stopped hiding and has begun a real confrontation with Ronan.
"Hiss--"
Something seemed to be surging rapidly within the dense shadows, and a terrifying, Keen Edge intent, as if to cleave the soul in two, shot out from the shadows.
A huge, blade-like, jet-black wing silently slashed towards Ronan's neck.
The wings moved at an incredible speed, spreading along with the shadows without any warning or anything that could stop them.
"Was it this method that injured Jupiter and Vinus?"
Ronan's mind raced, and he took a deep breath, as the endless frost around him gathered towards him.
After Hecalto's bloodline was activated, Ronan's control over ice energy reached an unprecedented level.
Without the aid of spells or even the guidance of mental power, his innate bloodline talent allows him to control the coldness of the world with ease! Moreover, this frost, mobilized by the power of his bloodline, is thicker and more powerful than frost formed by pure magic, extending its icy power to a deeper level.
It can withstand the power of Anglie's Ancient Fallen Crow.
Only the ancient can stand against the ancient! "Snow Country in the palm of your hand!"
With his dark blue hair flying high, Ronan clasped his hands together, Itai.
The vast Snow Country began to shrink, and [[Hecalto's Frost Absolute Domain]] rapidly converged upon his body.
The Extraordinary Magic Domain, which forms the foundation, skeleton, and veins of the entire domain, formed layers of dark blue ice around Ronan's body, eventually forming a magnificent, enormous dark blue ice sphere that enveloped his entire body.
Compared to the first time he used [[Snow Country in Palm]], this time the [[Snow Country in Palm]] was not compressed enough and far from meeting the requirement of being condensed in the palm, but the entire compression process was more perfect.
Within the Snow Country, the Dharma Domains meshed tightly together like gears, forming an indestructible absolute defensive domain that firmly held back the blade-like black wings before they could slash down.
"Click-clack—buzz—"
The jet-black wings cleaved through the ice ball, encountering tremendous resistance halfway through, producing a sharp, piercing sound like metal scraping against metal.
Ronan's eyes flashed, and he stretched his hands outwards. The condensed ice ball shattered, and all the fragments turned into a dark blue Torrent that tore apart the wings and rushed fiercely toward a certain location in the void.
It was as if an ancient, unmelting Ice River had shattered, and the void had become as fragile as paper, revealing large patches of fragmented traces under the terrifying, ancient, and frigid aura.
After the shadows were quickly "washed away," Anglie's figure appeared.
Facing Ronan's attack, his face remained largely expressionless; he simply and calmly folded his outstretched wings in front of him. "Boom—"
The rushing Ice River crashed violently against the wings, completely engulfing Anglie's figure.
As all the commotion subsided and night fell, Anglie emerged unharmed from the center of the surging energy.
"That's enough, Ronan."
Anglie spoke softly with a calm expression.
At that moment, all the shadows that shrouded the Sky Dome surged toward Anglie.
He was completely enveloped by the "night".
When the darkness becomes too dense, a touch of scarlet emerges.
Vast swaths of shadow, like the finest black silk, slid down from Anglie's body. Behind the shadows lay a magnificent suit of armor, as black as night, adorned with runes that flowed like blood.
At this moment Anglie looked remarkably similar to Ronan when they first met.
Black hair, crimson eyes, armor, cloak, and the phantom of Ancient Fallen Crow surrounding him. His entire being resembled an evil, twisted, pitch-black sun, emanating a terrifying aura that could corrupt one's soul.
"The most wonderful thing about sowing a seed is waiting for it to sprout, grow, and finally be harvested."
Anglie raised one hand; his fingers were long and slender, white, and looked even more beautiful than a woman's hands.
He muttered to himself as he looked at his fingernails, where a dark glint was slowly emerging.
In an instant, all the light in this world seemed to be absorbed into this point.
The sky quickly darkened, and the lingering energy streams in the sky above the Fairy Ancient City Ruins seemed to lose all their color, while the sun's rays also dimmed rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, this world seemed to transition from day to Black Night.
The change in the celestial phenomena moved countless people. At this moment, the magic that Anglie was accumulating was so terrifying that it almost surpassed the [Schubert's Endless Vortex] that Ronan had used to defeat Evaqu.
A familiar, terrifying aura flowed from Anglie's fingertips, clearer and more intense than anything anyone had ever felt before.
"Yet another prodigy who endlessly pushes the boundaries of taboo."
In the void, the Dawn Wizard of the Life Royal Court was shocked, sighing in disbelief, "What's happening in the South? How can this land, which has always been known for its barrenness and backwardness, keep producing geniuses of this caliber?"
"Just how far has this guy's integration with the Ancient Fallen Crow Bloodline progressed?"
The black light between his fingers grew larger and larger, like a distorted Black Sun, which was being slowly lifted up by Anglie.
All light was stolen from him, making Anglie appear as the true lord of the Black Night.
"Thank you for this last bit of fun you gave me before I left the South, Ronan."
Anglie looked down at Ronan, a peaceful and serene smile on his face. "Wave goodbye to this world."
As a reward, I will preserve a sliver of your remnant soul and seal it away carefully.
Having said that, Anglie, like a high and mighty monarch, with a compassionate and benevolent gesture, gently tossed the black light between his fingers toward Ronan.
The distorted Black Sun silently rolled towards Ronan, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed to devour and corrupt everything.
At this moment, countless memories of Anglie flashed through his mind, the shadows of the past and the crisis before him quietly overlapping.
Ronan watched as Anglie's figure transformed into an endless black curtain, as if it were about to completely obscure his entire world.
He stretched out one hand, fingers spread wide, looking dazed.
It was as if he was speaking to Anglie, or as if he were talking to himself.
"I"
"What I've been looking forward to"
"This is it... this very moment."
The whispered voice faded away.
Ronan also seemed to snap out of his brief daze, and his whole being exuded an unprecedented and immense calm.
Several Extraordinary Magic Domain rose from his body like smoke, surging out and rapidly merging.
Ancient frost rose upwards, outlining a massive, ancient, and ferocious multi-headed body, which merged completely with the phantom soul manifested behind Ronan, becoming indistinguishable from one another.
One of the enormous snake heads is almost completely and clearly visible, with every scale, every texture, and every ancient mark lifelike, as if the true frost overlord has descended.
The moment the eyes of the enormous, almost solidified snake head suddenly opened, an unprecedentedly intense sense of taboo was released.
Thick, dark blue lightning bolts, resembling tree branches, suddenly fell from the sky. The ancient overlord "awakened" from the river of time, opened its mouth, and fiercely bit at the twisted Black Sun, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sun whole! Three years later.
The fusion of the Three Law Domains, [Hecalto's Death Gaze], has undergone a transformation. Now, this is the Four Law Domains Fusion— [Hecalto's Ancient Devour]!