Ghost Mist Society, Feast, Patrick, and the Space Key

Almost the instant Ronan uttered the word "go," the chewing sounds in the empty passageway abruptly ceased.

The four human heads that were eating suddenly stopped what they were doing, turned their heads in unison, and stared at the two of them eerily.

Ronan felt a chill run down his spine and, without hesitation, grabbed Moriel and turned to run.

Inside the completely air-free passage, Ronan unleashed his powerful physique, stomped his foot hard, creating a muffled sonic boom, and shot forward like an arrow, reaching the end of the passage in an instant.

But then a series of rapidly amplified "da da da" sounds came to my ears.

Ronan turned his head and saw a bizarrely twisted human body covered with limbs and four enormous heads, resembling a strange and gigantic humanoid spider, rushing toward him along the wall at an incredible speed.

The four severed heads hadn't even licked the blood and foam from their mouths, and their faces were all etched with expressions of extreme Greed and longing, their eyes fixed on him.

Ronan gritted his teeth, grabbed Moriel, and ran frantically. After turning several corners, they were stopped at the end of a high wall of gray mist when they reached an unknown number of passages.

Their escape came to an abrupt halt.

This is a dead end! "It's over."

Moriel stared blankly at the solid gray wall in front of her and uttered a sentence.

"Da da da"

The rapid tapping of countless fingers against the wall drew closer from behind. You could almost smell the stench of decay mixed with a heavy, bloody odor emanating from the headless monster, and hear the Greed, hurried breathing of the four heads.

"Mine, mine, mine."

The eerie chanting continued incessantly, rapidly approaching.

Ronan, however, appeared unusually calm.

He stared at the towering wall of gray mist before him, then suddenly turned sharply and shouted at the headless monster that was almost upon him, "Patrick!"

The name seemed to possess some kind of magical Magic Power; the human-headed monster, which had been moving rapidly, suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, countless hands on its body reached out and grabbed the four human heads, and the four strange human heads all showed expressions of pain and confusion.

Ronan stared intently at the human-headed monster in front of him, which was in a bizarre state of self-struggle. He flipped his hand, and a strange, palm-sized, silvery-white key appeared in his hand.

Ronan held the key and lightly swiped the Ash Mist Wall behind him with his backhand.

The once impenetrable gray fog wall melted away like paper, revealing a narrow gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Ronan casually tossed Moriel over, then bent down to pass by himself.

Through the gap, one could see that the human-headed monster, which had been struggling in agony, seemed to have regained Awakening and returned to its original terrifying and ferocious appearance, before darting towards Ronan in a flash.

Countless hands clung to the edge of the crevice, and a head with wide eyes roared as it tried to squeeze in.

Moriel was so startled by his "face-to-face attack" that she jumped back, while Ronan remained relatively calm and picked up the key in his hand to swipe it on the wall again.

This time, the original gap began to close rapidly. The headless monster watched them with resentment and roared angrily. After the gray fog wall completely closed, the sounds of frantic pounding and tearing could still be heard from the other side. Then, at some moment, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became completely quiet.

"Call--"

Moriel let out a long sigh, her pretty face pale as she leaned against the wall and sat on the ground.

The experience she had just gone through had clearly terrified her.

Ronan glanced at her and said coldly, "Now you know how serious the problem is?"

Moriel nodded slowly, still shaken. Suddenly, she realized what was happening, jumped up from the ground, and stared wide-eyed at Ronan.

"How... how do you have the key to break down the walls of the Minotaur's Maze?!"

Ronan looked down at the exquisite, silvery-white key in his hand, which exuded a strong aura of spatial energy, and muttered to himself with a strange look in his eyes, "Unexpected, isn't it... I didn't expect it either."

Ronan certainly hadn't expected this.

The mysterious Space Key I obtained from a Mysterious Garden Secret Realm on the edge of the Ancient Mirror Garden ruins during my time in the Silver Magic Ring was surprisingly connected to the legendary Minotaur's Maze.

"Perhaps this is the key to opening the exit of the maze..."

Ronan murmured, Moriel pounced on him, "Let me play with you!"

"Dream!"

Ronan dodged Moriel's pounce and, looking at Moriel displeased expression, said sternly, "This key has a limited number of uses. Those two attacks just now have already depleted some of its power. Now is not the time for games. If you still want to get out, you'd better follow my instructions obediently from now on, otherwise..."

Ronan glanced at the gray fog wall they had just escaped from and said calmly, "Next time you encounter a similar situation, don't blame me for abandoning you."

Moriel, I have done more than enough for you.

Don't forget that not long ago, we were mortal enemies.

Moriel seemed to be touched by one of his last words; her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her expression slowly softened.

After a slightly dull silence, Moriel spoke again, "What did you mean by calling Patrick just now?"

"A person's name."

Ronan was considering whether to communicate with Alazan when he casually replied to Moriel, "Five hundred years ago, the most outstanding genius of the Ghost Mist Society touched the threshold of Level Six Wizard in less than two hundred years, but suddenly disappeared amidst the anticipation of everyone. I never expected that he was trapped in the labyrinth."

After weighing the options several times, Ronan ultimately decided not to let Alazan know for the time being.

After resuming his "trading" relationship with Alazan, he consciously kept Alazan in the dark, trying his best to keep him from knowing too much about himself.

"How did you guess that guy... that monster was Patrick from the Ghost Mist Society five hundred years ago?"

"His previous method of disguising himself as gray mist was a unique inherited spell of the Ghost Mist Society... He comes from the Ghost Mist Society, his strength is above level five, and he may appear in the maze... After filtering these conditions, his identity can basically be confirmed."

Ronan ended the topic, thought for a moment and said, "Have you noticed that the free energy particles inside the maze are much less dense than outside?"

The Level Five Wizard that Patrick just ate didn't even have time to condense his Elemental Spirit True Body.

Moriel frowned slightly and asked, "Is this a good thing or a bad thing for us?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, then replied, "It's both a good thing and a bad thing."

Alazan once said that the rank of a wizard's spirit determines the level of his "authority" in the universe.

This involves some mysteries about the "laws of nature." The strength of Level Five Wizard lies in the fact that after activating the Elemental Spirit True Body, they can mobilize dozens or even hundreds of times more elemental energy than in the normal state by relying on the "rule authority" brought by the elemental spirit. The casting process of some spells is also omitted, becoming an existence like "innate instinct".

The scarcity of energy means that wizards of level five and above lose this powerful advantage, making it difficult for them to unleash their Elemental Spirit True Body, and their strength will be greatly weakened.

On the contrary, after losing the means of the Elemental Spirit True Body, and focusing all their energy on understanding the spells themselves for a long time, the level five beings "honed" in this state will far surpass wizards of the same level in terms of spellcasting ability and understanding of spells.

Extremes often create true "monsters".

Patrick is the best example; under his command, ordinary Level Five Wizard are nothing more than easy prey! "We need to be careful now."

Ronan let out a soft breath and slowly said, "The Minotaur's Labyrinth has existed for an unknown amount of time. Those wizards trapped in the labyrinth, unable to escape, went mad under the torment of despair and pain, even resorting to cannibalism. Those who could survive in such an environment were extremely terrifying beings."

Just like Patrick

Moriel's pretty face paled slightly as she recalled her recent ordeal.

But he quickly calmed down and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, you have the key to open the maze door, we'll get out sooner or later."

"Let's see if we can find that door successfully first."

Ronan glanced at the Space Key in his hand and said nothing more.

The two slowly walked forward along the new gray fog passage.

Having experienced the headless monster before, Moriel was noticeably more docile, clinging to Ronan's sleeve and obediently following him, rarely speaking.

The rest of the journey was quite peaceful, and they did not encounter any more monsters like Patrick.

But the long and winding maze seemed to have no end. No matter where you went or how long you walked, all you could see was gray fog, high walls, and a dim black sky.

Time seems to lose its meaning here.

Thinking of those wizards who had intentionally or unintentionally wandered into the labyrinth, then spent the rest of their lives in the long labyrinthine passages, until they were gradually and completely devoured by despair, Ronan took a deep breath. The Space Key he was holding in his palm had a cool and real touch, and some of the emotions that had arisen in his heart gradually subsided.

They walked for an unknown amount of time until they turned a corner and came to a passageway.

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"

Like the sound of dripping water.

Exceptionally clear.

Ronan stopped at the entrance to the next section of the passage, quietly observing the scene before him—

Dark red, viscous blood pooled on the gray walls on both sides of the passage, dripping slowly down the walls into the passage, leaving a thin layer of bloodstains on the ground. The two small hands gripping his arm slowly tightened, and a petite body was gradually shrinking behind him.

"Feast."

Ronan's expression hardened slightly, and he muttered to himself.

During his arduous cultivation at Spirit Lake, he spent almost all his spare time reading the Spirit Lake Book, learning a great deal about the various wizarding forces and schools of thought in the Central Continent.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this crucial moment.

The scene before me is quite similar to the spell effect of a Bloodline Series wizarding school called "Feast," but I don't know which "Feast" wizard of level five or above it is.

As he pondered, the speed at which blood dripped down the walls on both sides of the passage accelerated considerably.

The blood accumulated on the ground seemed to be alive, flowing towards Ronan and his companion.

Ronan remained expressionless, put an arm around Moriel, and stepped back.

Just as he turned the corner, he picked up the Space Key and slashed it hard on the gray fog wall beside him.

Once the gap opened, he quickly slipped inside with Moriel.

Almost the instant he entered, a surging river of blood roared in from the other side of the corner. I'll try to update again before midnight, please vote for me! Thank you!