Spirit Maya Golden Touch!
"That's a decision Damien should make."
Moriel skillfully passed the question to Ronan, Green-haired Girl Beatrice turned to look at Ronan expectantly.
Ronan did not answer, but his silence spoke volumes.
"All right."
Beatrice looked regretful, then continued talking to Moriel.
"Jasmine, once you get there, please remember to contact me. If you don't have a suitable place to stay, I really hope you can come and stay with us."
Ronan listened to Beatrice's sincere words and didn't know how to judge them.
Burdened with the blood debts of her family and the danger of being hunted down, she desperately invites a travel companion she has only known for less than two months to join her. This girl is indeed quite naive and remarkable.
He subconsciously glanced at the cold, black-striped man beside him and saw that the other man also had a look of helplessness in his eyes, and hesitated several times before speaking. As Beatrice's nanny-like figure, he would probably have a lot of headaches to deal with in the future.
However, none of this mattered to Ronan. In a few days, he and Moriel would have to part ways with the two of them, and they probably would never see each other again.
Ronan gazed at the distant horizon, where several snow-white seagulls were flying in the sky. He wondered if it was the influence of the original "Ronan" soul within him, but he also felt a sense of "fear of returning home" and his thoughts slowly drifted to the East Coast, which was no longer so far away.
Ronan casually removed the mask from his face, letting the gentle sea breeze caress his cheeks.
His injuries have almost healed, so it doesn't matter whether he wears a mask or not.
Wow.
A soft gasp of surprise rang in his ears. Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Beatrice staring intently at him.
As she watched, she whispered to Moriel beside her, "Damien is so handsome, no wonder you had the courage to go on an adventure with him. But you're also very beautiful; you two are the most perfect couple I've ever seen."
Beatrice kept talking, her hands clasped in a fist salute, her eyes almost melting, looking like she was completely overwhelmed by sweetness.
Moriel put on a "shy" expression, but the emotional fluctuations transmitted back from their soul connection revealed just how speechless she was inside.
Ronan found it amusing that he had brought this upon himself.
After thinking for a moment, he simply gave Beatrice, who was obsessed with shipping the two, a kind smile, and then looked at Moriel with an incredibly "affectionate and gentle" gaze.
Moriel lowered her head shyly under his gaze, while Beatrice, looking at the two of them, was so envious and moved that she almost cried.
Meanwhile, Ronan felt the "malice" he received from Moriel intensify tenfold.
He could even picture Moriel rolling her eyes at him.
"Ha"
After thoroughly "teaseing" Moriel, Ronan felt incredibly satisfied and left the others behind, walking away alone.
A burst of noise came from below; it was the group of young Wizard Apprentice having a barbecue on the deck, their laughter and chatter particularly loud.
As the ship approached the shore, everyone began to enjoy themselves.
Ronan suddenly noticed that one of the boys, a red-haired boy with freckles on his face, seemed rather out of place. He didn't participate in the boys' gathering; instead, he kept staring at him intently.
Ronan read the pleading and longing in the boy's eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking.
This is a group of young people rejected by the Wizard World. Some choose to accept their fate, return to aristocratic life, and live out the rest of their lives comfortably; naturally, some are unwilling and want to fight for it again.
Currently, besides the group of teenagers, there are only Ronan and Beatrice's groups on this magical spaceship, and they are clearly formal wizards. The red-haired, freckled boy obviously placed his last hopes on them.
However, Ronan did not respond, but simply turned his gaze aside.
He casually picked up a pale bone finger. This bone finger should have had three sections, but the top section looked strange, as if it had been weathered away.
Ronan held the bone finger in his hand and slowly played with it.
The mysterious bone finger that Evaqu gave him, made of some unknown creature, was quite useful. It could completely block the detection of even Level Four Dawn Wizard, and the mysterious power that concealed the Soul Aura lasted for a long time.
He used it once in Homer Blue Town, and even now, some of the power of the bone finger still remains in his body—ordinary people simply cannot discern his true strength.
"It can be used twice more."
He rubbed his bony fingers together and glanced subconsciously in Moriel's direction.
Although his relationship with Moriel is quite peaceful now, no one knows whether she will retaliate against him once their "symbiotic" relationship ends.
With Evaqu's mysterious finger bone, he felt much more confident about the arrival of that day.
Just then, I heard a short whistle.
Ronan looked up and saw a crew member on the ship's lookout tower putting down his whistle with a furrowed brow.
Following their gaze, they saw several seabirds scattering in the distance, while a small, glowing black dot was rapidly approaching them.
The approaching black dot is a delicate and compact Magic Airship.
Ronan saw a figure in a long robe emerge from the airship and head straight for him.
"Third Level Wizard in Black Robes"
Ronan accurately assessed the newcomer's strength and identity, and was slightly taken aback.
It is quite rare to find Third Level Wizard in the waters near the East Coast.
Before Ronan could react, a figure rushed out from his side, breaking through the Rune Array of the magic ship and heading towards the level three Black Robe Wizard.
It was the cold, black-striped man beside Beatrice. At the same time, Beatrice and Moriel hurriedly ran to his side, hand in hand.
"They're from the Voodoo Cult."
Beatrice was pale and looked flustered.
"They... they actually tracked us all the way here."
Ronan searched his memory for the names of the major wizarding factions in the Southern Wizard World, but found no recollection of "Voodoo Cult".
It's likely just a small wizarding force, not on the list Kosti had given him.
At this moment, the cold-faced man with black markings had already engaged in combat with the Voodoo Cult Wizard.
The former was only at the late stage of the second level, and in theory, he could not possibly be a match for the other party. However, the cold and handsome man with black patterns suddenly tore off his black robe, revealing a strange black armor covered with curved spikes. Then, the black patterns on his face seemed to wriggle as if they were alive, and blood vessels grew out, outlining various strange patterns on the armor.
The moment the two met, the cold-faced man was immediately at a disadvantage, but relying on his magical armor, he managed to withstand the attack of the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect.
What followed became increasingly bizarre. As the battle progressed, the cold-faced man's strength rapidly increased, gradually turning the tide of the battle.
"What kind of magical artifact set is this?"
Ronan was somewhat surprised. He could clearly sense that the cold-faced man's continuously increasing strength came entirely from the armor he wore. This armor seemed to possess a strange Magic Power that allowed it to absorb opponents and strengthen itself.
Using the Eye of Truth, he observed various grayish-black substances being absorbed by the Third Level Wizard Voodoo Cult, continuously being converted into energy. Strangely, the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect seemed unaffected by the absorbed substances.
"Soby can hold out for a while."
At this moment, Beatrice spoke up urgently, "I still have a Magic Airship. We're not far from land. Damien, Molly, do you want to come with me? It would be troublesome if the Voodoo Cult caught up with us."
Beatrice held Moriel's hand tightly, and with a flick of her wrist, the Space Ring on her hand flashed, and a beautifully designed Magic Airship immediately appeared before them.
She kept urging Ronan and the other person to get on the boat together, but Ronan remained unmoved, only glancing at her indifferently.
Whether Beatrice is stupid or wicked, her pursuers are coming. At this moment, the farther away others are from her, the safer they will be.
The sudden outbreak of a Level 3 battle caused a stir among the people on the ship. The young Wizard Apprentice who were barbecuing on the deck had probably never seen a wizard battle of this magnitude before. Their curiosity overcame their fear, and not one of them hid back in the cabin. Instead, they all stood in front of the railing and strained to look ahead.
The crew on board reacted quickly and began to maneuver the ship around, and the ship's speed noticeably increased.
"Boom!"
With a sudden, inexplicable collapse, the entire spaceship sank a bit. The [Protection] energy shield erected on the outside of the ship was squeezed by an invisible force, like a giant bubble, and suddenly caved in before bursting open.
A powerful spiritual force quietly descended upon the ship, bringing the entire spaceship to a standstill. Everyone on board instantly felt as if something was tightly choking them, and the air became incredibly thick.
Some people looked up in alarm and found a figure in fluttering robes standing above them.
It completely replaced the original position of the sun, emanating an unparalleled and terrifying aura. With just the force field it released, it directly and firmly fixed the entire magic spaceship in place.
"A level 33 wizard?!"
Someone screamed in alarm.
"It's over."
On the deck, Beatrice saw the figure appear, her pretty face turned pale, and she almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.
Not far away, a roar came from the air. A cold-looking man wearing black armor, who was fighting a Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect, suddenly burst out with a wave of energy and broke away from the battle to rush over here.
"Jasmine, Damien, I've dragged you into this. The Voodoo Cult won't let you get away with this; they're all cold-blooded executioners."
Beatrice mumbled to herself, probably not even knowing what she was saying.
Moriel glanced at her with pity, then turned her gaze to Ronan.
"You actually plead for someone else?"
Ronan looked at her in surprise, while Moriel gave a blank, snorting sound.
Ronan shook his head, then his figure soared up, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the same height as the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect in front of him.
This was a pale-faced man with wrinkles all over his face. He had a cold and sinister aura, and his eyes were strangely devoid of pupils, consisting only of whites.
He was slightly surprised that Ronan had broken through his Spiritual Force Field so easily. He frowned, then said coldly, "This is none of your business, young man. You'd better consider the consequences before you make a move."
Ronan didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense to him.
Within the Consciousness Space, the seven Spiritual Power Crystal suddenly glowed, and a pale golden Spiritual Force Field emanated from them, instantly tearing apart the surrounding Spiritual Force Field belonging to the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect.
"Mid-stage Level 3?!"
The latter sensed the aura emanating from Ronan and his expression changed instantly; his gray lips began to move rapidly.
Ronan casually raised his hand, and a piece of metal, slightly reddish amidst its darkness, sprang out from under his robes like a living thing. A red-haired girl below saw this and her eyelids twitched violently.
Accompanied by a unique magical rhythm, Itai solidified in the void into the shape of octopus tentacles, instantly tearing through the void and hurtling towards the Voodoo Cult Wizard in front of him.
[Spirit Maya Black Steel Touch]! This was the first time Ronan had cast a proper third-tier spell since advancing to the Third Level Wizard.
There were no additional methods, just the simplest spell attack.
The dark red metal tentacles shattered the surrounding void with a loud "boom" and struck the wizard opposite them solidly.
"Bang!"
The sound of something violently exploding.
With a shrill scream, a figure darted out from the center of the spell's power, not daring to look at Ronan again, and fled in a panic in one direction.
Ronan was taken aback, even he was somewhat surprised by the outcome of the battle.
"[Schubert's Golden Law]!"
Within the Consciousness Space, Soul Rune contained within a certain Spiritual Power Crystal quietly shone.
In an instant, the seven or eight octopus tentacles waving around Ronan transformed from pitch black into a dazzling golden yellow. The tentacles themselves expanded several times in size, each metal tentacle sprouting rapidly rotating serrations that released a scorching and terrifying aura, like golden chainsaws operating at their maximum temperature. It even seemed as if scalding, viscous golden magma was dripping from these chainsaws, scorching the very void! "Tear—"
With a slight thought, Ronan caused one of the tentacles to disappear, leaving a clear golden trail in the air.
The Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect, who was frantically fleeing in the distance, seemed to sense something. He pulled out various magical artifacts from his robes and shouted loudly, as if begging for mercy.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was struck by a blurry golden shadow!
"Bang!"
A small cloud of bloody mist exploded in the sky, and a blurry phantom of a soul was about to fly out when it was completely torn apart by the raging energy in the next second.
As the blood-stained Golden Tentacles silently retracted to Ronan's side, the battlefield fell eerily quiet.
The stern-faced man and the other Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect, who were chasing after the magic spaceship, both stopped and stared blankly at Ronan.
On the magical airship, the apprentices and crew members, who were in a state of panic, were all stunned.
Including Beatrice, who had previously looked utterly desperate.
The only one who seemed completely unresponsive was Moriel.
Even Ronan himself had a rather strange expression at this moment.
He gently caught the Space Ring belonging to the deceased Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect, which had been pulled back by his mental energy. Looking at the magnificent and splendid Golden Chainsaw Tentacles, resembling the limbs of some unspeakable monster from mythology, he couldn't help but recall the indescribable, enormous, and dazzling golden phantom he had seen when he gazed upon the Alchemist's Golden Kingdom.
He knew that the spells passed down to the "Alchemist" [Golden Fire] from Schubert were quite powerful, far exceeding the power of ordinary third-level spells.
But I never expected that just a single [Black Steel Touch], with only Expert Level proficiency, could possess such immense power after being enhanced by the [Golden Edict]!
Third Level Wizard of the same rank and realm, even after using all his skills, was killed by him in two blows.