Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst, Shadow Dragon

In the desolate wilderness, terrifying cold air surged from the sunken ground like a fountain, and spread across the grass like a spider web. Within a radius of several miles, the season went directly from late autumn to severe cold, and in a small area, goose feather snow fell directly from the sky.

The snow was crimson, as if it were soaked in blood, filled with a sense of desolation and annihilation.

Inside the deep pit, amidst the dark red frost, Ronan's face was contorted with rage, his muscles twisted, and he dug his ten fingers deep into the soil in front of him like a demon.

"Hecalto... Frost!"

"Hecalto... Frost!"

Countless sharp, slippery voices screamed and howled hysterically in his ears, repeating the same name over and over again, like countless stones rubbing desperately against a smooth glass surface, driving him mad.

At this moment, the thick, oil-like darkness had occupied most of the corners of his Consciousness Space.

That was the remnant will of Hecalto, surging from the river of time, filled with all sorts of domineering, evil, cruel, and violent consciousness.

Six pale golden Spiritual Power Crystal struggled to emit light, surrounded and enveloped by layers of shadows, his primal will being continuously devoured and "released."

"Embrace greatness."

"You and I should have been one."

A series of murmured sounds, like the whispers of an ancient demon, coerced and tempted him to lower his guard.

"Ho—"

In unspeakable agony, Ronan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and slammed his fist into the ground.

"Boom!"

A terrifying force was unleashed from his fist, and the ground within a radius of several hundred meters around him silently collapsed and exploded!

A massive wave of mud and frost erupted, and Ronan's figure rose uncontrollably from the blood-red mud.

At this moment, he was like an ancient, [Sin] sun, his entire body constantly radiating an aura of coldness, murderous intent, ominousness, and taboo.

A thick, bloody light filled the entire world. A flock of birds flew overhead and, without warning, turned into dark red dust and vanished into nothingness.

Countless tiny creatures lay dead in the turned earth, and no life remained in this area. Ronan hovered in mid-air, his dark red hair dancing wildly behind him as if it were alive.

His face was contorted, and he gripped his head tightly with both hands, his ten fingers digging deep into it, piercing his skin and drawing blood without him even noticing.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

The pain of having his soul devoured and his will forcibly stripped away surpassed any pain he had ever endured before.

He felt as if he had fallen into the mouth of a huge, ferocious beast, being bitten and chewed bit by bit by its sharp teeth, as if it wanted to completely crush and chew him up before swallowing him.

The consequences of this forced fusion of bloodlines are more than ten times worse than the last time! Not to mention that Ronan doesn't have time to return to the Silver Magic Ring to use the Saint Blood Tree to purify the bloodline in his body three times and re-extract and condense it into Bloodline Crystal.

Even if the Saint Blood Tree were right in front of us, it would probably be difficult to have any effect.

This was something that not only he was very clear about, but also that "He" who was currently occupying his Consciousness Space was clearly very clear about.

In a daze, Ronan saw the outline of a colossal eight-headed serpent that stretched from the sky to the ground, becoming clearer and clearer before his eyes.

Those pairs of scarlet snake eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, were coldly staring at him.

"He" is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when one's will completely collapses.

This is the "deal" reached between Ronan and "He".

Nothing in this world comes for free. When you gain power far beyond your own capabilities, you naturally have to pay a corresponding price.

Gradually, the six Spiritual Power Crystal within the Consciousness Space were completely swallowed up by the shadow.

The ancient will belonging to "Hecalto" has almost eroded the entire Consciousness Space. Surrounded by boundless darkness, Ronan's own will is left with only a sliver of spark, which may be completely extinguished at any moment.

Beneath the blood-red dome, in the boundless wilderness, before the last glimmer of "light" is about to be swallowed up.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, his long, Keen Edge fingers cutting a bloody, six-pointed star-like pattern on his chest.

"Asaslin... pop..."

From trembling lips, strange and difficult incantation syllables were uttered.

"For the follower... when."

"Share the Thorns!"

As he uttered the last word, he suddenly looked up, and the Star Chart on his chest shone brightly.

In an instant, an invisible and strange power arose from his body.

Within the Consciousness Space, an invisible vortex seemed to form, and the ancient will belonging to "Hecalto," which had almost occupied all of consciousness, flowed uncontrollably into the vortex.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to hear Hecalto's furious growl.

A smile appeared on his contorted face, and his cloudy eyes held a calm that seemed to have been quelled by a storm.

He already knew the consequences of making a deal with the "devil." So he wasn't completely without any backup plan.

On a tranquil autumn day by the lake, a young shepherd lies on the soft, yellowing grass, cradling his beloved lamb.

Without warning, the vast lake suddenly froze over, and a terrifying chill swept in from the depths of the lake. The poor shepherd and his sheep had no time to react before everything on the lakeshore was frozen into snow-white Ice Sculpture by this cold wave.

In the blink of an eye, the area around this wild lake was completely transformed into a world of ice and snow, as if only this place had entered the harsh winter season.

The terrifying chill continued to build up rapidly, and frost spread outwards like a raging flood, encroaching on the lawns, slopes, and even the distant forest.

"Boom!"

The frozen lake surface suddenly burst open, and a ball of black frost shot out rapidly from the bottom of the lake.

The rolling frost surged and churned, seemingly concealing some terrifying behemoth, with faint roars and struggles constantly emanating from it.

I don't know how much time passed, but all the commotion subsided.

The black frost slowly dissipated, revealing the shadow of a hundred-meter-long giant snake.

This giant serpent has two heads, with a small bulge between them. Its entire body is covered with deep blue to almost black ice crystal snake scales, and its eyes are scarlet, giving it an incredibly ancient, evil, and domineering feel.

".@#￥."

The two-headed giant serpent stared coldly in one direction, uttering ancient and obscure language as if it were saying something.

After a moment, it gazed deeply into the distance, then silently turned and swam away into the unknown distance.

All the blood and frost in the world dissipated, and Ronan fell from the sky into a bottomless pit.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

He was breathing heavily, and streams of sweat trickled down his fair and well-proportioned body, but before they could drip, they were frozen into frost by the intense, pervasive cold air around him.

It was as if they had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

And that is indeed the case.

At this moment, Ronan had returned to normal. His white hair cascaded down to the ground and slowly climbed onto his body with Itai metal, forming the shape of a robe.

Feeling that he had recovered enough, Ronan slowly stood up from the ground.

Within the Consciousness Space, the will belonging to "Hecalto" has completely disappeared.

It could be said that his Consciousness Space had never been as "clean" as it is now.

Compared to the previous near-death experience of forcibly fusing bloodlines, he seemed to have overcome this even more dangerous backlash with relative ease.

But only Ronan knew that his current unscathed state was merely a case of "drinking poison to quench thirst."

Ronan took a deep breath, recalling his actions just now—

"Posilena's Master and Servant Contract" has the effect of making the servant bear "harm" on behalf of the master.

He used this "rule" to make the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, which was lurking in the frozen lake, bear half of the backlash from "Hecalto's " will.

The reason why Hecalto's will has completely withdrawn from his body is Hecalto's own choice.

Imagine, faced with a "weak" human body with little "potential" and a serpent body with pure Ancient Ice Crystal Magic Serpent Bloodline, how would "Hecalto," who is also a serpent, choose?

Naturally, the latter is a hundred times better than the former in terms of "body possession".

Ronan essentially "sacrificed" the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent to buy himself a chance to "catch his breath."

This respite is only temporary.

"With the existence of the master-servant contract, the resurrected 'Hecalto' will come after me sooner or later. If I cannot completely eliminate it, the best outcome will be to become 'Hecalto's' servant."

The will of the ancient warcraft overlord Frost Multi-headed Serpent + pure Ancient Ice Crystal Magic Serpent Bloodline.

The combination of the two will create a monster, who knows what kind of monster it will be.

Therefore, Ronan said that this method was merely a "poisoned chalice" approach.

"His will has just been revived, and he has just completed the possession of the body."

At this moment, Hecalto is undoubtedly at his weakest, and now is the best time to resolve this major problem.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he tried to sense the connection between his soul imprint and the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, only to find that the link had become blurred and difficult to grasp.

He followed his memory straight to the wild lake where the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent had lain dormant. When he arrived, he saw only devastation left by the ravages of ice and snow.

"They ran away?"

Ronan was somewhat surprised.

Logically speaking, he should be the one running away.

But upon closer examination, he only needs to worry about being devoured or [Enslavement] by "Hecalto," while "Hecalto," as an ancient overlord, has many more things to consider after his "resurrection."

Enemies, Natural Enemy. Who knows if some terrifying beings who were once on the same level as "He" will come looking for him, following the "scent".

Cunning and forbearance are also in the nature of snakes.

"It's estimated that 'Hecalto' won't reappear easily until he has recovered to a certain level of strength."

This "breathing space" is more abundant than expected.

But is this good news for Ronan?

"The longer this drags on, the more Hecalto's strength recovers, and the greater and more unbearable the calamity that will ultimately befall me will become."

Ronan's face darkened.

But he had no solution and could only quietly wait for the day of "judgment" to arrive.

Before that, exert all your strength to become stronger in order to seize that faint glimmer of hope.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Ronan wrapped his long robe tighter around himself, his gaze deep and unfathomable, and quickly departed in one direction.

The Fairy Ancient City Ruins.

The whole world seemed to be in complete chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.

The roar of spells was deafening, and countless wizards fled in all directions like headless flies, with wizards falling from the sky almost every minute.

Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, Anglie, half-hidden in the void, surveyed the scene before him with an expression of enjoyment and ecstasy.

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in front of him.

Dressed in a well-fitting and luxurious gown, with a slender figure and holding Black Leather Book, she exuded an air of mysterious elegance, like that of a noble scholar.

It was Li Weiqi of the Chaos Secret Society.

Neither Anglie nor Li Weiqi appeared when they had joined forces to attack the rune array before.

What are you still doing standing here?

Li Weiqi's expression was cold as he stared at Anglie and spoke coldly.

The two seemed to be old acquaintances; if anyone else had seen this scene, they would have been quite surprised.

"You and that guy named Ronan Damien have known each other for a long time, haven't you?"

"He is one of Lord Lindis's experimental subjects, and now, only you have the means to find him."

Li Weiqi spoke to Anglie in a commanding tone.

Anglie merely glanced at him indifferently before shifting his gaze aside, indicating that he did not want to pay any attention to him.

Li Weiqi's face turned ugly.

"The previous Shuo Yue is dead; no one will back you up anymore."

"Don't forget who gave you that half of the Fallen Raven's heart inside you."

Li Weiqi's eyes were icy, and he threatened with a half-smile, "If Lord Lindis knew about your attitude, what do you think?"

"It's so noisy."

Before Li Weiqi could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a single sentence from Anglie.

He snorted coldly, and was about to say something more when he saw Anglie casually raise one hand, half of his arm gently disappearing into the void before him.

In an instant, a dense, dark purple giant wing seemed to silently sweep across the void between the two.

Li Weiqi's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously stepped back, wanting to open the Black Leather Book in his hand.

However, the next moment, his movements completely stopped.

"Uh uh uh"

Li Weiqi looked down in disbelief, watching as a slender, fair hand "grew" out of his chest.

Between those five fingers, a bloodied, still-beating heart was tightly clenched.

His heart.

"This is not the power of the Ancient Fallen Crow."

Li Weiqi stared blankly at Anglie in front of him, muttering to himself.

"You are not Anglie."

Who exactly are you?

"With your abilities, why did you deliberately lose to Ronan?"

Before the last few words were finished, the hand that [Penetration] Li Weiqi's chest had quietly retracted.

As the palm retracted, it seemed that Li Weiqi's flesh and blood, including his soul, were all absorbed away.

He was like a sheet of white paper burned through by flames; a gentle breeze could turn him into a cloud of black ashes and vanish him completely.

Only a Black Leather Book, now without its owner, remains, floating forlornly in mid-air.

Anglie pulled his hand out of the hidden void and, as if sucking the juice of a plump and delicious fruit, slowly and Greed devoured the entire heart.

Finally, she took out a clean, white silk handkerchief and elegantly wiped her palms and mouth.

"Some fruits are overripe and will slowly rot if not picked in time. Other fruits are far from being fully ripe, and now is not the best time to enjoy them."

How could you possibly understand this principle?

As if explaining to the already dead Li Weiqi, Anglie casually waved his hand, and the Black Leather Book that had been hanging in the air flew into his hand.

After casually flipping through two pages, Anglie tossed it into his Space Ring with a bored expression.

Look up and look around.

He made a sound as if talking to himself.

"The fragments of souls scattered in the south have all been collected; it's time to leave."

He took a small step forward, but stopped a second later, his brows furrowed as he rubbed his temples with his hand.

"Those who are already dead should lie obediently in the soil, let their bodies decompose, and become nourishment for those who come after them."

"What an annoying old man."

Anglie quickly relaxed. He glanced one last time in the direction Ronan had left, then smiled and melted into a thick shadow.