Spirit Force, Battle Axe, Golden Ladybug
It was as if a speck of dust had struck a massive meteorite, but the result was that both bounced off to the sides.
Amidst the surging air currents, a deafening dragon roar resounded. Ronan landed heavily, his body unable to stop his retreat, his feet carving two deep grooves into the ground of the stone statue plaza.
"Spit!"
Ronan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his blood surging like a raging tide, and large clumps of black mist rolling around him. He shook his fist, his fingers spreading and then clenching again, his eyes shining like blue fire diamonds.
"Again."
Ronan stomped his foot and shot out like a cannonball, his Black Mist and long hair stretching behind him like the tail flames of a black meteor streaking across the sky.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The two figures, one human and one dragon, collided and separated repeatedly, then collided again and separated once more. The void trembled and the sound waves rolled. If one ignored the huge difference in size between the two, the scene looked like two peerless ferocious beasts fighting wildly.
"Bang!"
After another collision, Ronan was sent flying backward.
He took a deep breath. His arms, hanging naturally, were covered in blood, wounds that had burst open due to the force of the recoil. Dark red granulation tissue was growing rapidly from these wounds, intertwining with each other like living things, and healing quickly under the continuous flow of life.
It must be admitted that even with the [First Spiral Palace] and control of "advanced" [Ancient Power], there is still a certain gap between him and legendary species like dragons in terms of pure physical strength.
Ronan was in an unprecedentedly cheerful mood. Even without entering the state of the [[Extremely Boiling Lake]], the primal fighting instinct awakened deep within his bloodline still made his fighting spirit burn like fire.
"In the ancient times, how many wizards in the entire Wizard World could fight a dragon hand-to-hand like me?!"
The life energy guidance system of the "First Spiral Palace" is many times more sophisticated than his original barbaric and crude compression method.
At this moment, Ronan's body was like an ancient and sophisticated instrument, with countless dark blue tubes connecting his entire body. With each breath, he could unleash a vast and powerful life force like the ocean.
Ronan's eyes were burning with intensity. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his now-healed arms.
Every inch of his skin and every muscle seemed to have been forged through countless trials, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura under the light.
The runes belonging to the [Ancient Power] continued to grow on his body, and more Black Mist emerged.
He clasped his hands together, placing the two rune roots in the palms of his hands together in front of his chest. The billowing Black Mist surrounding him immediately surged and then gradually condensed above Ronan's head into a huge, ancient and peculiar black Battle Axe.
On the surface of the Battle Axe, a rune pattern belonging to the [Ancient Power] is gradually taking shape.
This is a new offensive tactic that Ronan unlocked after perfectly mastering the "Advanced" level of "Ancient Power" by relying on his "Ancient Demon God Body".
The mysterious Black Mist that makes up this technique is a power that Ronan has never encountered before.
It originated from him and seemed to contain a mixture of life energy, blood, bone marrow, and a portion of soul power.
Ronan named it "Spirit Force".
It may not be entirely accurate; it's just a simplified way of defining it.
The black Battle Axe was fully formed, absorbing all the Black Mist. Fragments of black arcs and flames swirled around the axe blade, and wisps of black smoke hung down, connecting with Ronan's body.
An ancient and terrifying pressure slowly emanated from the black Battle Axe.
The distant dragon roar suddenly stopped.
Ronan looked up and saw a pair of dragon eyes filled with a hint of horror and trembling.
Ronan exhaled, and there was a strange sense of fusion between his breath and the black Battle Axe above his head, as if it were an integral part of his body, without any obstruction or stagnation.
"I haven't used this ability in a long time."
His gaze swept across his Character Panel, lingering briefly on the Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship].
During his apprenticeship, this was one of his strengths, but as his magical abilities improved, his proficiency in this skill stagnated for a long time.
Unexpectedly, there was a time when it would be used again.
Although it is Basic Swordsmanship, after advancing to the Master Level, it provides Ronan with more control over his body and cold weapons, which is equally suitable for use with the Battle Axe.
Ronan's gaze locked onto the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon in the distance. His long, black hair danced wildly behind him, and flames and vine patterns grew on his body, radiating an invisible aura. He calmly took a step forward, his figure leaving a blurry shadow in the void. His black Battle Axe followed closely, reaching the dragon in an instant, and then he raised his hand as if to slash downwards.
"Whoosh—"
The Battle Axe cleaved downwards, black arcs of light and flames dancing, creating ripples in the void, silent and still, like black lightning striking down.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
The Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon roared, flapped its wings, and raised its claws, reaching straight for the descending lightning axe light.
"Snap—"
Accompanied by a sound as if something had shattered, a deafening dragon roar exploded forth.
The enormous dragon shadow soared into the air, stirring up [Rage] torrent. Ronan retreated with his axe, narrowing his eyes. He immediately saw that the tip of one of the Dark Silver Tail-less Dragon's claws was smooth, clearly having been severed by his axe strike!
There was no blood or broken claws left on the ground. The wound on the broken claw of the dark silver dragon was a deep black, with specks of light gathering on it, as if a new claw was about to be formed.
"As expected... it's a soul!"
Ronan's eyes narrowed. He had long suspected that the giant dragon that had appeared out of nowhere might be an ancient spirit, after all, this was the Hall of Spirits Space.
Previously, in order to protect Evaqu's Soul Disk from damage, he withstood a blow from its dragon claw and heard it talking to the many shaman statues in the square. He recognized that the voice was the same one he had overheard talking to the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos in the dream realm of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos's legacy.
It attacked itself, seemingly with the aim of taking over its own body so it could leave the place.
Ronan was unaware of the other party's identity. If Evaqu were present, he might be able to recognize the other party's origins. However, given that the other party existed in the stone statue plaza on the fifth floor and could directly communicate with a group of spirit shamans and shaman leaders, he must be a figure of extraordinary status in the Hall of Spirits, even if he was not a shaman leader.
The jet-black Battle Axe formed from the Ancient Power consumes a great deal of life energy with each attack.
Ronan estimated that, assuming he remained unaffected, he could launch at most two more attacks like the one before.
"Twice... that should be enough."
Ronan stared at the dark silver dragon in the distance, which was roaring in fury because of its broken claw, and a hint of ambition suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Perhaps I have the chance to slay the dragon today!"
"Even if what we slaughter is just the soul of a giant dragon that has lived for countless years and whose power has weakened considerably."
Knights, dragon slayers. This is the heroic feat that so many people dreamed of in their youth!
A surge of passion welled up in Ronan's heart. He took a deep breath, controlled his Battle Axe, and once again took the initiative to meet the attack.
The surging blood within him converged into the sound of churning ocean waves, the Blue Snail hummed, Ronan, like an ancient demon emerging from the depths of the abyss on the waves, traced a dark path through the void and instantly appeared before the dark silver dragon.
He clasped his hands together, wielding the giant axe in a gesture of worship, as countless arcs of flame descended, releasing an ancient and terrifying pressure.
This time, he aimed at the neck of the dark silver dragon. As the Battle Axe drew a mysterious arc and struck down, the dragon, whose claw he had just severed, roared in anger.
Immediately following, the massive dragon body trembled violently, and thick, silvery-white thorns rapidly grew from its majestic, undulating back, resembling a mountain range.
"Boom!"
The power unleashed by this collision was unprecedented. Ronan felt as if he had struck an indestructible mountain. The terrifying recoil swept over him, instantly causing the flesh on his arms and chest to explode. He was sent flying backward at high speed, finally crashing heavily onto a huge stone statue with a loud "boom".
"Cough--"
Ronan struggled to his feet from the dent in the statue, only to find that it was the same human-shaped statue blocking his way again. The cracks on the statue seemed to have increased, and it was on the verge of collapse.
A huge chip has appeared on the blade of the ancient Battle Axe, which is formed from black "Spirit Force," and it is being slowly repaired.
Ronan's eyes widened in alarm. Looking into the distance, he was shocked to discover that the dark silver tailless dragon seemed to be in a state of extreme [Rage]. Its entire body was colliding in a large circle, its wings were spread, and countless streams of air surged around it.
He overestimated himself.
Or rather, he underestimated his opponent.
Having survived to this day in the long-lost Hall of Spirits, and being a legendary dragon in life, how could it be any ordinary being?
The furious tailless dragon's scales seemed to have become much brighter and shinier, but the aura it exuded had become even more gloomy. When Ronan was locked onto by those dark yellow dragon eyes, he felt a strong sense of unease for no reason.
Time seemed to rewind to the moment when he was being chased by the other person.
"Roar!"
As the thorny, tailless dragon flapped its wings and flew towards Ronan, the first word that flashed through Ronan's mind was "run!" The ancient Battle Axe derived from the [Ancient Power] shattered, and its surging Spirit Force re-integrated into Ronan's body. He no longer wanted to make a final attempt; preserving some combat power to escape and delay was the wise choice at present.
"Bang!"
A huge silver meteor slammed into the humanoid stone statue behind Ronan fled in disarray from the shattered sand and gravel.
Before I could even turn around to look, I felt myself being locked onto by an intense killing intent.
His scalp tingled, and with a determined effort, he charged directly toward the stone statue of the Dragon Wizard Chief Bahafos.
Judging from its somewhat "ingratiating" attitude towards Bahafves, it is highly unlikely that it would dare to directly attack the spirit statue of Bahafves.
After all, Bahafves is merely asleep, unlike that ancient, nameless humanoid statue, which is already close to decay and death.
Ronan's decision was indeed effective. Even in its rage, the tailless dragon still harbored some fear of the statue of Bahafves. It dared not charge directly at the statue of Bahafves as it would directly charge at the humanoid statue. This gave Ronan much breathing room. He circled around the statue of Bahafves, dodging and weaving. For a time, the tailless dragon had no way to deal with him.
But dragging this out indefinitely couldn't be a solution, so Ronan kept a close eye on Evaqu's Soul Disk.
We're just waiting for Evaqu to come out of the trial, whether he succeeds or fails, we'll get him out of this hellhole first.
After a period of maneuvering, the tailless dragon seemed to gradually Awakening down from its rage, and it suddenly stopped chasing Ronan.
Ronan, however, did not feel relaxed; instead, he had some bad premonitions.
The next second, the tailless dragon, which was separated from him by a statue of Bahafves, suddenly turned around and sped off in one direction.
Ronan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.
The tailless dragon was heading straight for the location of the Evaqu Soul Disk.
This cunning fellow finally remembered how Ronan had "risked his life" to protect the Soul Disk.
Damn it!
Ronan cursed inwardly, but his body didn't stop for a moment. Black Mist surged around him as he pushed the power of the [Ancient Demon God Body] to its limit, heading straight for Evaqu's Soul Disk.
The Blue Snail inside his body hummed, and countless thin tubes connected to his entire body emitted a brilliant light.
Under the terrifying pressure of his potential, Ronan actually managed to catch up with the tailless dragon. Perhaps the dragon was deliberately slowing down, waiting for him to walk into its trap.
Just then, the Soul Disk floated up on its own, and then a vortex-shaped portal of light quietly appeared beneath the huge Wolf Wizard Chief statue. In the shadows, one could vaguely see Evaqu's figure, unable to contain his excitement and joy.
"Evaqu!!"
Ronan roared at the figure about to emerge, but a huge dragon-shaped shadow quietly blocked his way.
Ronan's pupils contracted sharply, and billowing Black Mist surged from his body. Before it could even condense into the shape of Battle Axe, it was already being violently thrown forward by his fist!
"Boom!"
A tremendous explosion rang out, and Crimson Blood and Black Mist exploded together.
Ronan clutched his broken arm, his body flying backward through the air like a large bird being thrown into the air.
Amidst a deep, chilling dragon roar, a massive dragon shadow surged forward, like a suffocating silver wave, silently engulfing Ronan bit by bit.
Ronan gritted his teeth, staring intently at the ever-widening, dark yellow dragon eyes. The contempt and coldness emanating from them sent chills down one's spine.
Ronan reached out and grasped an ancient finger bone, the one Evaqu had given him.
Within the Consciousness Space, he was also preparing to knock on the "Forbidden Door" that Hecalto had left within him.
He remained calm.
He had experienced similar desperate situations many times, and no one understood the art of surviving a life-or-death situation better than him.
Just as Ronan was preparing to use some of his trump cards, "Click, click—"
A strange sound suddenly came from behind him, as if something was rapidly collapsing and shattering.
Ronan wanted to turn around, but the next second he saw everything that was happening behind him in the eyes of the tailless dragon in front of him.
——
The oldest and most decaying humanoid shaman statue is now rapidly collapsing.
A dazzling golden light emanated from it; it was a pure, indescribable, surging light of the soul.
Within this light, an exceptionally brilliant golden point of light slowly flew out.
In just a moment, it darted in front of Ronan.
Ronan saw clearly what was inside the light spot; it was a very beautiful Golden Ladybug.
It flew wobbly past Ronan, and then gently landed on the nose of the tailless dragon that had already opened its mouth wide, ready to swallow him whole.
This single action caused the tailless dragon to display an indescribable look of immense fear.
It frantically retreated, almost tumbling and crawling, abandoning Ronan, the "duck" that was about to be devoured.
The Golden Ladybug stopped chasing and flew back to Ronan, spreading its wings and shaking them gently.
Beneath its almost transparent wings, a layer of pale golden light was released, quickly enveloping Ronan entirely.
In an instant, a Torrent of information flooded into Ronan's mind, and Ronan almost instantly lost consciousness.
Before his consciousness completely faded, he seemed to hear the tailless dragon roar in a fit of rage.
"Alazan Dillingfascola Cakingston"
I curse you for eternity!