Scorched Corpse, Transformation, Setting Sail

Moriel sneered, completely ignoring Ronan's orders. After landing, she pushed off the ground with both feet and ran headlong towards the direction from which the gray clouds were coming.

He knocked over one passerby after another along the way, his hood falling off, and his long, wavy red hair danced in the wind like flames.

Even from her back view, you could feel her madness at that moment.

"Snort!"

Ronan snorted coldly, and a dense aura of Extraordinary Magic Domain surged from his body, causing magical fluctuations to spread out.

Beneath the robe, Itai being activated by [Living Steel] sprang out rapidly, transforming into a metal humanoid figure over two meters tall.

In the blink of an eye, it caught up with Moriel's figure, and then the humanoid figure wrapped its arms around Moriel from behind, embedding itself deeply into the flowing molten metal.

"Let me go! You damned, lowly bug!"

Moriel struggled incessantly, kicking [Madness] with her legs, even kicking off the Deerskin Boots she had only worn a few days ago.

But now that she has no strength left, she has no ability to resist under the activated Itai form. In less than a second, she was firmly wrapped by the Itai form and then rushed towards the other end of Homer Blue Town.

The terrifying power of the Dawn Rank wizard was like countless mountains and vast oceans, crashing down from the sky with a thunderous roar.

The entire Homer Blue Town was plunged into immense panic in an instant. No one knew what had happened; only a thick cloud of death was rapidly gathering.

"Click-click-click—"

An ancient and evil aura emanated from Ronan as he swiftly entered the state of [Ancient Ice]. His body suddenly grew taller, his dark blue hair billowed, and the originally loose robes he wore were stretched taut.

Just as he was preparing to further utilize the power of [Scarlet Ice] to completely open the "Forbidden Door" deep within his bloodline.

Suddenly, "Boom!"

A burst of intense golden-red flames suddenly exploded in his eyes. In a daze, Ronan seemed to see the phantom of a giant firebird with a crest on its head flash before his eyes, coldly watching him.

"Bang—"

An inexplicable tremor arose in his heart, and the frost around Ronan suddenly exploded. He staggered back a few steps, as if someone had shoved him hard in the chest.

"This is."

Ronan's eyes widened in alarm as he realized that six percent of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline within him seemed to be firmly "locked" by a force.

Even though he was willing to risk being dominated by the ancient will of "Hecalto", he was still unable to enter the state of [Scarlet Ice].

"Because of our 'symbiotic' relationship with Moriel's soul, the two Natural Enemy bloodlines within us are mutually restraining, making it impossible for them to be fully activated?!"

Ronan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

He had always thought that Moriel's current state of being "powerless" was because her "Nirvana" technique had failed, her injuries had not healed, and there was also the backlash from the technique.

Only now do I realize that a large part of the reason is that the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline within me is firmly suppressing the awakening of her "Phoenix Bloodline" power.

Their relationship is too complicated. It's as if they're both wearing layers upon layers of shackles, so many of which Ronan still hasn't figured out how many hidden restrictions there are.

"Unable to use [[Forbidden. Red Ice]], my only means of fighting against Level Four Dawn is [Forbidden Black Hole]."

Ronan stood amidst the escalating chaos, his gaze fixed solemnly on the pale-skinned, Purple-haired Middle-aged Wizard who was steadily approaching from the sky.

However, the energy accumulated in "Helamus's Magic Armband" had already been exhausted by him last time, and he had no confidence that he could cast the [Forbidden Black Hole] spell again.

Moreover, even if he could barely manage to unleash it, whether he could successfully repel the opponent was still unknown. He had fought against this purple-haired wizard from the [Resurrection Society] before, and even in his [Scarlet Ice] state, he couldn't contend with him head-on, and he needed Serena's timely assistance. Not to mention, behind this Purple-haired Middle-aged Wizard stood an incredibly terrifying Level Five Wizard!

"A head-on confrontation, with Moriel as a burden, would give us less than a 10% chance of survival."

"But if we try to escape now, can we really get away?"

Ronan stared intently at the apocalyptic gray cloud sweeping in, his eyes flashing rapidly.

A moment later, as if he had finally made up his mind, he suddenly suppressed his aura, turned around, and ran towards Moriel, who had been taken away by the Itai doll, without hesitation.

At this moment, in the Sky Dome, the purple-haired middle-aged figure, who seemed to be standing in the midst of a blazing sun, slowly extended his right hand downwards with an indifferent expression.

In an instant, a terrifying force, like the collapse of a dome, suddenly descended, and in just a moment, the rune array above Homer Blue Town was shattered.

Countless terrified wizards flew out, trying to escape in all directions, but were instantly crushed into dust by this invisible force.

"Boom!"

Starting from one side, Homer Blue caused the ground of the entire town to shake, streets and buildings to be destroyed and overturned like pieces of paper, moving along a predetermined route towards a certain location.

"Let go of me!! Get your stinky hands off me, don't touch me! Ah—"

Moriel struggled frantically, tearing at Ronan's arm like a maddened little beast.

However, Ronan ruthlessly "suppressed" him.

He wrapped one arm around Moriel, and the petite Moriel was almost completely "embraced" in his arms from behind.

At the same time, Ronan took out a pale finger bone that exuded a strong ancient aura, the same mysterious finger bone that Evaqu had given him. A resolute look flashed in his eyes, and then he squeezed it hard.

Let's take a gamble!

"Snap—"

The first segment of the finger bone shattered instantly, turning into snow-white bone powder. Then, an inexplicable aura emanated, forming an invisible black cloak in the void, which slowly draped over Ronan's body. At the same time, a humanoid figure made of Itai metal spread its limbs out, forming a starfish shape to completely embrace Ronan.

It happened almost the instant everything was completed.

"Boom!"

An invisible force swept straight through the area where Ronan stood, turning the entire long street into dust in an instant.

"Um?!"

In the sky, the expression of the indifferent, purple-haired middle-aged man suddenly changed.

In his perception, the trace of the target's aura that he had finally managed to catch suddenly disappeared without any reason.

The middle-aged man with purple hair frowned slightly as he continued to manipulate the power of magic, "plowing" the vast Homer Blue Town again and again like a farmer plowing the land.

Throughout this time, desperate wizards let out painful howls, and some even rushed towards him recklessly, but he didn't even lift an eyelid. Beneath him, innocent lives died tragically in despair.

"Really disappeared?"

The middle-aged man with purple hair frowned more and more, and with some reluctance, he moved his lips and began to chant a short incantation.

The next moment, a patch of evil flames, the color of white bones, appeared out of thin air and crashed down on the ruins of Homer Blue Town.

"Boom—"

The pale white magical bone fire turned the entire Homer Blue Town into a sea of flames.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the once prosperous Homer Blue was completely destroyed, with no living creatures left behind.

The middle-aged man with purple hair searched repeatedly, then took one last deep look down before turning and leaving.

As day turned to night, the remaining pale bone embers burned silently on the plain.

The ruins of Homer Blue Town were also burned to ashes, leaving only a large, sunken patch of scorched earth.

When the last wisp of bone fire died out, the cold consciousness that had been hovering over the entire Homer Blue Town finally gave up completely and retreated indifferently.

Another three days have passed.

A merchant fleet consisting of Magic Airship arrived at this place. Upon seeing the tragedy in this region from afar, and sensing the terrifying magical power remaining on the land and the thick, almost impenetrable resentment of the dead, the members of the merchant fleet fell silent and quietly detoured away.

I don't know how much time passed.

A heavy rain fell.

Thick, dark clouds flashed with lightning and thunder, as torrential rain relentlessly washed over everything below.

Rainwater mixed with the scorched earth, forming muddy streams. At this moment, a patch of moistened soil suddenly bulged upwards, as if a bulge had appeared on the ground.

The bulge grew larger and larger until it finally exploded completely with a "bang".

A gaunt figure quietly rose from the soil.

More than 70% of its flesh and blood were burned away, revealing large areas of charred bones. Half of its facial bones were completely exposed, and only one bloodshot eye was still shining with a faint azure light.

"Click-clack—"

The Scorched Corpse, as if crawling out of a burning grave, struggled to its feet, slowly spreading its arms to reveal the petite figure of a young girl in its embrace.

Wet from the rain, her long, rosy hair cascaded down like a waterfall, seemingly becoming the only bright spot in the world at that moment.

The girl stood under the protection of the Scorched Corpse, watching streams of black metallic liquid flow from the Scorched Corpse in front of her, like pus from a festering wound.

She let the cold raindrops pelt her face, tilting her head back and staring blankly at the man's face, which was so disfigured that it was almost unrecognizable.

Suddenly, two streams of water silently slid down her cheeks.

The girl seemed to realize something, and closed her eyes in pain, uttering sad whispers.

Vivian

Hearing the girl's mournful cry, the Scorched Corpse, whose body was slowly growing tiny pink buds, emitted a hoarse and piercing sound.

"Was that Level 5 guy next to you also killed for you in this way?"

"Cough cough!"

After saying only a few words, the "Scorched Corpse" began to cough violently, coughing up charred fragments directly from its mouth.

After a short while, he seemed to feel better and finally managed to move his body slowly.

Let's go.

"I never imagined that the pain I'm suffering cannot be shared with you."

"But it's for the best. I was almost worried you'd be in excruciating pain."

"Level 4, the [Resurrection Society], and all of these—I will get my revenge on them one by one sooner or later."

Accompanied by someone's weak and feeble murmurs, two figures, one tall and one short, supporting each other, slowly and unsteadily disappeared from the area in the heavy rain.

Seven days later.

In a port in the south, a large, light-colored ship, its bulky shape resembling a giant, fat-bellied sea fish, slowly rose into the air amidst the shimmering light of Rune Array, heading towards the vast ocean.

On the deck, several teenagers, both young and old, looked at the increasingly distant dock in silence. Suddenly, one of them began to sob softly.

"I don't want to go back like this!"

"Accept your fate, Harry. This isn't our world... We're too incompetent. Even if we waste decades here, we'll never have a chance to truly step through that door."

"In two years, we have tried every possible method. What we have learned in these two years is enough for us to gain a certain status in our respective family kingdoms when we return."

"The best is yet to come, guys!"

"Yes, it's time to Awakening from some unrealistic dreams."

The teenagers comforted and encouraged each other on the deck, and soon emerged from their sadness and disappointment, laughing and chatting as they ran together toward the cabin.

Their conversations had shifted from anything related to wizards to titles, lands, food, and women.

These young men, dressed in the simplest wizard robes and emanating spiritual energy fluctuations no higher than those of a third-level apprentice, were unaware that on the highest deck of the ship, a tall figure wearing a metal mask and shrouded in a black robe was quietly watching them.

"Tap, tap"

A light, crisp footstep sounded, and a slender, petite figure walked up to the man in black robes.

Gently lifting the veil covering her head, the exquisitely beautiful, elfin girl casually tossed her head, revealing her long, beautiful, and smooth hair, as smooth as red silk.

The girl wrinkled her nose at the strong herbal scent emanating from the black-robed man beside her, then glanced at the boys below and said calmly, "What, are you thinking of yourself back then?"

"Yes."

A deep, hoarse voice emanated from beneath the black robe, as if the vocal cords had been singed.

Beneath the silver metal mask, a pair of eyes, strikingly different from the voice, azure like jewels, fell upon the girl, and calmly said, "Don't you feel anything?"

Every wizard starts as an apprentice.

"Oh"

The girl chuckled and glanced disdainfully at the man in black robes beside her, replying with a touch of arrogance, "Don't lump me in with people like you."

When I finished my first meditation, I was already a full-fledged wizard.

"."

The man in black robes seemed taken aback by the girl's words, and remained silent for a moment before turning his head to look at the distant sea.

The girl smiled triumphantly, humming a tune softly, and turned to walk towards the cabin with light and triumphant steps.

"Don't bother me unless it's important!"

She left with a single sentence and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Watching the girl's departing figure, Ronan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"It seems like everything is moving in a positive direction."

Suddenly, as if aggravating some injury, he reached out and clutched his chest, coughing violently.

The silver metal mask slipped off and fell onto the deck with a thud, revealing a terrifying face that was slowly healing from severe burns.

To escape the pursuit of the Level Four Wizard of the [Resurrection Society], Ronan was seriously injured this time.