Thorns of Storm and Thunder, Endless Battle

A black Spirit Force enveloped a gray short-tailed goat, which appeared honest and adorable, with a pair of bright black eyes that occasionally flashed with a sly glint.

Dodor.

Dodol III.

Ronan summoned it. Dodol III's greatest strength was his ability to escape and survive. In the current extremely harsh environment, without a map, and with the need to find a way out as soon as possible, Dodol III was the perfect candidate for the task.

With Alazan's spiritual guidance, Ronan was still fairly confident.

Dodol III appeared, he approached Ronan with great affection, rubbing his fluffy little head against his trouser leg repeatedly.

Ronan took out some spare metal materials and fed them to the animal as food. He gently stroked the metal wool under its neck and tried to communicate with it using his consciousness.

After he summoned Dodol III, Alazan unexpectedly fell silent.

Only after Ronan "carefully" released the protective Spirit Force that had been holding Dodol III, watching it dart away quickly, its small body unharmed by the raging thunder and storm, did Alazan slowly speak.

"A magnificent creation"

Ronan was taken aback; this was the first time he had ever heard such lavish praise from Alazan.

His first "Reincarnation into Dream" broke the record of the Spiritheart Lineage, but he did not receive much praise from Alazan.

"Even in my time, there were only a handful of wizards who could combine alchemy, forging, and Metal Element magic so perfectly. Do you know who its creator was?"

Ronan's mind flashed with the image of an "Alchemist." He was certain that Alazan must have heard of the name "Schubert," but he didn't say much, simply replying, "An ancient alchemist. I don't know his real name either."

Alazan paused for a moment, then said softly, "You are much luckier than I expected."

"Lucky? Maybe."

Ronan took a deep breath and, in his "Ancient Demon God Body" state, followed in the footsteps of Dodol III.

Just one step out seemed to have completely alarmed something.

A dense barrage of Wind Blade and lightning surged toward him from all sides.

It was as if dozens, even hundreds, of wind and lightning wizards were casting spells on him at the same time, but fortunately, none of the spells were particularly powerful.

Ronan raised his arms, and the Spirit Force surrounding him gathered, condensing into a thin layer on his body, like armor with black smoke and flame effects. The pure physical power squeezed the air, forming two invisible crescent-shaped gusts of wind, which swept fiercely in all directions, clearing away a large area of Wind Blade and lightning in an instant.

Metal Element magic is particularly vulnerable to the ubiquitous electric currents within the Storm Realm, so he did not Itai as a weapon.

After the initial elemental offensive was thwarted, the dissipated wind and electric energy particles spread outwards, quickly creating more widespread and intense chain reactions.

What does it mean to have a ripple effect, like pulling one hair affecting the whole body?

Ronan is now facing a situation where one small move can have far-reaching consequences.

More Wind Blade and lightning bolts swept in, Ronan's long hair danced as he continuously parried them while looking ahead with his eyes wide open.

In the area where he was located, all the storms had been "activated." Lightning was raining down ahead, and streaks of electricity were chasing the shadow of a small black goat that was running wildly. It was Dodol III, who was running for his life.

Further away, even more powerful waves of thunder and storms were brewing. Ronan even saw near-humanoid Elemental Lifeform emerging from the void. This was an endless forest of thorns composed of storms and lightning! And what Ronan was about to do was to carve out a path to survival for himself in this forest of thorns with his bare hands!

"Boom!"

A black shockwave exploded out, and Ronan began to exert his strength, his figure lithe and agile, leaping forward like a dragon.

Several deep purple energy tentacles shot out from the ground beneath, flowing with lightning, and swept towards him with a whooshing sound.

He wielded his palms like a blade, his Spirit Force as its edge, and with a slash, he severed several energy strands, unleashing a burst of lightning.

A twisted Lightning Whip descended from above, lashing Ronan hard and shattering a small piece of his Spirit Force, leaving charred and painful marks on his body.

There was also a Wind Blade rain of wind Wind Blade, like a swarm of man-eating sharks. The air was filled with invisible tearing and pulling forces, and the cursed gale blew out a terrible shriek, constantly pounding Ronan's eardrums. With every step Ronan took forward, he was attacked from all directions, from all angles, endlessly.

He naturally entered the state of "[Thoughtless Lake]," his mind completely calmed, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle.

He attempted to manipulate his Spirit Force and make more changes to cope with the ever-changing battle situation. The delicate control over the mental power brought about by the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique] made this possible. This was a process of optimizing and improving Ronan's melee system, refining and eliminating the dross.

On the Character Panel, the proficiency of [Basic Swordsmanship] increases almost every short period of time.

Ronan traversed the lake where lightning had gathered, shattered the invisible barrier formed by the raging winds, and passed through the dense forest of Lightning Whip, where swarms of "killer bees" formed by Wind Blade roamed. The large quantity of healing potions he had purchased at the Arcane Workshop before leaving the south now played an extremely important role.

Bottles of healing medicine were poured into his stomach like water, sustaining the Life Light Sphere's continuous consumption.

Under the overwhelming and dense elemental onslaught, even the "Ancient Demon God Body" could not remain unscathed.

Ronan was inevitably constantly injured and healed, feeling as if he were fighting against countless, tireless enemies.

The enemy gave him almost no chance to breathe, attacking him wave after wave, seemingly endlessly.

At first, he would check the Character Panel to see the growth rate of his Master Level proficiency in [Ascetic Body Forging], but later he completely forgot about it. All he could do was fight, move forward, and fight to survive.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Ronan suddenly felt the pressure that had been surging around him like a tsunami suddenly ease.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

He took a deep breath and realized that he had almost caught up with Dodol III without even realizing it.

The little guy looked much better than him. He was standing on a rock wall that had been completely crystallized by lightning and storms, looking in one direction ahead, looking somewhat timid and hesitant.

Ronan climbed up the crystallized rock face, embraced Dodol III and stroked it to show his approval of its navigation skills, fed it some metal, then propped himself up and looked in the direction where Dodol III was not moving forward.

Ronan looked up and was immediately stunned.

The position where he and Dodol III were standing was a very high hilltop, below which lay a nearly flat, scorched plain.

On this vast, almost endless plain, countless Wind Elemental Lifeform, Lightning Elemental Lifeform, and Storm Elemental Lifeform formed by the intertwining of wind and electricity were gathered! All the Elemental Lifeform beings seemed to be watching him silently, with eyes that were impossible to discern.

Countless malicious waves of consciousness converged, forming an invisible storm tsunami in the sky, bringing Ronan waves of burning and stinging sensations from his soul.

The subtle energy bursts emanating from countless elemental bodies converged into a massive and magnificent roar of howling winds and thunder, like a giant drum existing between heaven and earth, striking heavily, one beat after another.

"Hiss--"

Ronan stared at the scene before him, as if stunned and unable to recover.

"It's not too late for you to turn back now."

Alazan's voice, which had been silent for a long time, rang out again, carrying a sense of admonition.

"Perhaps we can try to find other methods and solutions."

Alazan

Ronan took a deep breath, the shock and emotion in his eyes fading, replaced by calm.

"The most respected and elder chief priest of the Hall of Spirits..."

Ronan spoke in a low voice, but his eyes gradually brightened, as if a blazing flame was burning in his pupils.

"You must have many stories to tell."

"Tell me anything, it's fine."

Ronan straightened his back, stretched his limbs, and his waist-length black hair danced behind him like a cape.

He twisted his neck, and his body made a "crackling" sound.

"Otherwise, the long period of time ahead would be far too boring!"

After saying that, Ronan stomped his feet and leaped high into the air on the crystallized rock wall. Black Spirit Force flowed and condensed in his hands into a semi-illusory black twin sword shape.

At this moment, Ronan was like an unstoppable beast, pouncing fiercely on the plains filled with elemental enemies with an incomparably proud and domineering posture.

"Boom!"

The sounds of storm and thunder erupted, and the battle broke out once again.

"What a madman!"

Alazan low sigh echoed in the void, but it was quickly drowned out by the sounds of fierce battle.

Time waits for no one, and countless moments slip by like sand through the air.

The Storm Realm.

"Boom—"

Ronan unleashed a punch, the brutal and savage force shattering a nearly twisted and shifting Storm Spirit into dust. The remaining force, slightly diminished, then shattered a high-protruding crystallized rock behind it, creating a huge hole in the rock wall.

Ronan dodged inside, using his mental power to manipulate the rubble, binding the scattered rocks together to firmly block the entrance.

The dozen or so Elemental Lifeform that had been relentlessly pursuing Ronan seemed to suddenly lose their sense of his aura, stopped, lingered nearby for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air, sat cross-legged in the cave, picked up Dodol III beside him, and gently stroked him in his arms.

He looks much thinner now than he did a few months ago.

His cheeks were slightly sunken, with a thin layer of skin clinging tightly to his face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. Even when sitting, he was like a long spear soaring into the sky, its sharpness fully revealed, exuding a terrifying aura that could not be ignored.

Ronan held Dodol III in his arms, took out the few remaining dry biscuits and put them in his mouth to chew slowly. He drank the water from the leather bag in small sips, his face expressionless, as if he was thinking about something.

A beautiful Golden Ladybug flew out of his body and quietly landed on the tip of Dodol III's nose.

Perhaps feeling itchy, Dodol III sneezed, and Golden Ladybug flew onto his head.

Two months ago, I almost thought you were going to die here.

Alazan's voice rang out softly. Ronan swallowed the food in his mouth, shook his head, and said calmly, "I'm not crazy, nor am I stupid."

Elemental Lifeform whose strength exceeds the third tier will be avoided in advance. You may see the many dangers I've faced on my journey, but they've all been under control. I value my life more than anyone else.

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