The Tide of Fate Is Like a Torrent-You Want to Know? Kneel and Listen!

The countless semi-transparent gears of varying sizes gradually disappeared, except for the small, slightly ajar gray door in the sky.

The pair of cunning eyes peeking through the crack in the door remained fixed on Ronan, seemingly eagerly anticipating what was about to happen under its influence.

"Try holding on before letting go..."

Ronan stared at the line of small characters slowly fading away in mid-air, his expression slightly stunned.

Yes, it seems he has always overlooked this point.

He was disgusted by the "New Prophet's " behavior of hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything, and tried to break free from the other party's control, but forgot that he should first prove that he had the ability to overturn the table.

Therefore, he ultimately could not escape the other party's "scheme" and was forcibly dragged into the third stage of the trial by the other party through Casimodo, becoming the target of everyone's attacks.

"You're right."

Ronan calmed down, looked at the gray stone in his hand, and nodded. "Then, so be it."

He looked up and saw Casimodo, surrounded by a group of Black Moon Faction wizards, slowly unfolding a crescent-shaped formation that enveloped him.

Hathaway rushed over from behind. She saw the vast tide of Magic Creature approaching in the distance, as well as groups of trial wizards guided and driven by the "Gear Mark." She seemed to guess something, and her pretty face turned slightly pale, but she still gritted her teeth and stood step by step beside Ronan.

The oncoming gale whipped Ronan's long hair across his shoulders, and he had the illusion that he was bearing the brunt of all the pent-up hostility of the entire Quivada Oasis.

It felt like being pointed at by countless short spears shot by Goat-headed Monster; every inch of his skin felt a slight, stinging pain.

Are you scared?

Ronan turned his head slightly and spoke to Hathaway beside him.

Hathaway shook her head, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid, her hands gripping the staff tightly, but it seemed more like an expression of excitement and anticipation.

Because of their Master and Servant contract, Hathaway's mind was closely connected to his.

Under this unprecedented pressure, he sensed that some potential within Hathaway's soul seemed to be slowly awakening.

"So this is a gift from fate."

Ronan extended his right hand and pressed down with one hand. Around him, Elemental Lifeform were released from the Mist Space like a well-trained army.

Each one is at least at the mid-fourth tier, and some of them collide, couple, and fuse into powerful fifth-tier elements.

At this point, Ronan was no longer stingy and drained nearly half of the energy accumulated in the Elemental Pool in one go.

Having shared complete control of the Elemental Lifeform with Hathaway, Ronan gently flicked the swirling Itai his fingertips, and calmly took a step toward Casimodo.

"I'm sorry, Ronan Damien. I remember that's the name, right?"

Casimodo looked at Ronan, who had stepped forward, and gently pushed up the amethyst mask on his face. He spoke in a deep, magnetic voice. "As fellow members of the Spirit Lake, hand over the Stone of Destiny now and join my team. We can have a greater chance of completing the trials to come."

However, Casimodo's response was only a flat, emotionless remark.

"You dare to challenge me?"

As Ronan took a step, he flicked his right arm out.

Gold and fire intertwined, and countless fragments of gold, like broken musical notes, flew out with a whoosh, transforming into a dazzling blade wheel hundreds of meters in size amidst a thunderous chant.

With a single sweep, a terrifying aura of power enveloped Casimodo and the others.

The terrifying light of the bladed wheel tore through the void, directly dyeing half of the sky a dazzling golden color.

Casimodo's pupils constricted. Having been slashed by Ronan before, he still felt a chill run down his spine when facing this spell again, despite his level five physique.

However, he was not alone at this moment.

He also has a group of elites under his command whom he has cultivated and supported over many years in the Black Moon Faction.

Casimodo instantly formed a hand seal, and six of the ten identical black moon-patterned magic rings on his long, slender fingers lit up simultaneously.

At the same time, six of the ten Black Moon Wizards standing around him had black magic rings of the same design that glowed. Casimodo's aura connected with the six of them instantly, and a complex and mysterious magic circle pattern appeared behind him.

"Moon Shelter!"

Casimodo intertwined his fingers, and his aura, which was already close to the mid-stage of level five, instantly surged upwards. A huge crescent-shaped black light shield rapidly rose beneath his feet, like a protective shield, firmly resisting the terrifying golden blade wheel's slash.

"Boom!"

The golden blade wheel collided with the Black Moon barrier, releasing an unparalleled and terrifying energy shockwave.

"Snap—"

A clear crack appeared on the Black Moon Barrier. Casimodo's face paled slightly, and he took two steps back. The auras of the six Black Moon Wizards connected to him immediately weakened and became disordered, but they managed to block Ronan's spell.

"Huh?"

Ronan's face showed a somewhat surprised expression. With a thought, the golden blade wheel whistled back.

Amidst an even more dazzling and brilliant golden light, the first page of the Epic of Spirit Maya once again slashed fiercely at Casimodo.

"Double Moon Shelter!"

Casimodo roared, and beneath his amethyst mask, the flesh scorched by flames twisted into knots of flesh, veins bulged on his neck, and eight moon rings lit up on his fingers.

"Boom—"

Amidst the terrifying roar of the spell, countless asphalt-like golden flames splattered brilliantly, and three Black Moon wizards wearing Black Moon Rings, whose energy had been drained by Casimodo, were sent flying backward, coughing up blood.

Ronan's golden wheel of blades also scattered and flew back.

At this moment, Casimodo's eyes were bloodshot, and the first layer of the Black Moon Barrier in front of him was completely shattered, but the second Black Moon Barrier below firmly protected him.

"Amazing."

Ronan walked on a staircase made of Itai and countless scattered gold fragments, clapping his hands lightly as he strolled through the air.

"I have always admired those who possess leadership qualities; they only need to raise their arms and shout, and people will be willing to die for them."

As he spoke, Ronan smiled slightly, and with a natural expression, pointed a finger in Casimodo's direction, uttering a soft utterance.

"First layer of [Law Control], [Forbidden... Black Hole]!"

"Thump—"

On the vast wilderness, it was as if an invisible hammer had suddenly fallen, causing both the void and the earth to tremble violently.

Casimodo's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, they were completely filled by a twisted, pure black sun that exuded an incredibly dense, forbidden aura.

"Burst."

Ronan clenched his fists, making a gentle crushing motion.

The [Forbidden Black Hole] that had just formed in the distance exploded. Ignoring the angry shouts coming from Casimodo's side, he shifted his gaze and locked onto several wizards not far away, their faces filled with horror and their eyes fixed on him with disbelief.

"That's Casimodo?!"

"Even with the activation of the magic array and the combined strength of several level-five individuals, they still couldn't withstand him?"

"Who on earth is this guy?!"

"Can't you see it?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, which was tightly gripping the Stone of Destiny, and the golden gear on the back of his hand spun rapidly, releasing a gilded brilliance.

"I am."

Ronan's raised right hand suddenly fell, unleashing a powerful and intense Star Force Field. The scattered Itai reformed into a wing-blade shape, and a mesmerizing, dreamlike blade light fell straight down like a golden waterfall!

"The Child of Destiny!"

"Boom!"

A trail of golden lava, stretching for kilometers, appeared in the void. Under the terrifying power of [Golden Origin], an entire area of the void was melted and distorted. The few Level Five Wizard who rushed over were directly cut down like scarecrows. Their elemental bodies still could not withstand the scorching heat of the golden flames.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came straight at us.

Ronan's expression shifted slightly, and the magnificent golden blade swung back to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

Two beams of light, one black and one gold, collided in mid-air, and the terrifying aftershocks left countless cracks in the void. A tall, thin figure wearing a top hat was thrown out by the aftershocks.

Beneath the top hat was a young man with high cheekbones, upturned eyebrows, and extremely thin lips. He held a gray-white bone fragment etched with dense black runes in his hands and stared at him in shock.

"Qi Ge".

Ronan recognized the man, especially by his signature black top hat.

"It really was you."

Qi Ge looked at him with a gloomy expression. Beside him, Ulyian, whose arm Ronan had cut off, also appeared with a face full of resentment. His severed arm had been reattached. Around the two of them, more figures belonging to the Wizard Heart Hall appeared.

Driven by the "Fate Gear," the wizards who had come upon hearing the news have arrived here in waves from various parts of the oasis.

Without much preamble, the battle resumed.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Ronan unleashed the [Golden Origin] spell towards Qi Ge and the others, using the spell's power as cover as he plummeted downwards.

The Goat-headed Monster gathered on the ground growled and hurled a dense barrage of short spears at him. Each spear released energy fluctuations comparable to a fourth-tier spell, and together they formed a terrifying black tide that twisted the void and surged upwards.

Mirrors of the [Space Mirror Art] spell appeared around Ronan, resisting the attacks and returning some of them.

Ronan's ten fingers danced lightly, and on each fingernail, a crystal-clear snowflake drifted down.

He traversed the turbulent battlefield, using the clones released by [Mirror Flower Water Moon] to evade spells attacking from all angles, while [Star Force Field] guided him to quickly pave a dazzling, icy Snow Country.

The Crown of Deep Knowledge emitted a faint glow, which appeared as an eerie deep blue in Ronan's eyes. One after another, the phantom images of giant serpents, Ancient Frost overlords, silently swam out from beneath him.

Ronan raised his hand and gestured, causing the Torrent of Golden Fire to recede, while an ancient Cold Wave Surge. Seven majestic and ferocious giant serpents rose into the air, their massive mouths opening to bite at the same spot high in the sky.

Beneath countless bursts of deep blue lightning and arcs of light, an iceberg filled with countless dark veins appeared. A terrifying, forbidden chill swept across the battlefield, and some panicked figures were unable to dodge in time. Their bodies were instantly covered with layers of frost, turning into Ice Sculpture as they fell from the sky.

Suddenly, a giant two-headed eagle formed from countless Wind Blade flew out from one side and pecked fiercely. Ronan then used Itai and splash the gold he had just retrieved.

The dazzling, dreamlike Golden Origin blade collided with the magical giant eagle, encountering almost no resistance; the latter was instantly shattered.

At this moment, large patches of pitch-black ink suddenly appeared in the void around Ronan. From each patch of ink, shadowy tentacles quickly grew and wrapped around his body in the blink of an eye.

Ronan frowned, trying to dodge, but his soul seemed to be pulled, and his body also felt a sense of stagnation.

With a little force, the body of the Master Level Perfected [Ascetic Body Forging] emitted a creaking sound like a precision machine being forced into operation, and the thin barrier between him and the Grandmaster level showed signs of loosening.

Ronan's expression shifted slightly, but before he could fully grasp the sensation, a wave of intense heat, like that of an oven, swept over him from his vest.

Ronan pulled at the shadowy tentacles that were wrapped around his limbs and body, forcibly turning around, only to see a huge, fiery white serpent, almost as large as his previous [Hecalto Ancient Devour], descending from the sky and biting down.

Within the gaping maw of the blazing white fire python, the flames displayed a strange purplish-red hue, swirling in a vortex-like pattern. In terms of temperature alone, they even surpassed the temperature of its Golden Fire.

Ronan tried to break free from the shackles of the shadow tentacles, but they seemed to have a tendency to tighten their grip on the depths of his soul.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed the blade of [Golden Origin] directly at the blazing white fire python before him, while simultaneously pushing [Star Force Field] to its limit to block the overflowing waves of magical fire.

Just then, a blurry, deathly white shadow crashed in like a cannonball, shattering the surface of the Star Force Field almost instantly.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly, and countless points of light appeared in his eyes. Countless beams of energy rapidly generated within the force field, constantly intertwining with the white figure along their paths, yet they were visibly blocked, allowing only some faint charred marks to be discerned.

As the white figure approached like a meteorite falling to earth, Ronan finally saw that it was a pale mountain of flesh that looked like it was pieced together from countless pieces of corpses. Countless strange magical runes floated on the mountain of flesh, each rune representing a layer of power.

He was bound by the tentacles of the shadow and could not escape. The howling mountain of flesh was about to pierce through the Star Force Field and crash head-on into him.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him without hesitation and quickly erected a thick Water Shield.

"Boom!"

The mountain of flesh collided with the slightly angled Water Shield, but was deflected by the special effect attached to the Water Shield, and crashed past Ronan's body almost grazing.

Ronan's robe was torn in one side by the terrifying aftershock of the power. He saw the Water Shield that had shielded him from the impact of the mountain of flesh shatter almost instantly, and the figure that had held up the Water Shield flew to the other side, spitting blood like a butterfly with broken wings.

Hathaway

Ronan's lips moved slightly, and his eyes flickered.

"Call!"

The mountain of flesh that Hathaway had sent away with her own body flew back with a whoosh, but it did not attack Ronan again. Instead, it landed heavily in front of Ronan like a cannonball, then shrank rapidly, finally transforming into a Bald Man wearing the robes of the Wizard Heart Hall and with his face covered in long nails.

Ronan tentatively tugged at the shadowy tentacles that were wrapped around his limbs and body, but this only caused more tentacles to sprout from his feet. In the shadows not far away, a pale-faced, handsome Wizard Heart Hall was holding a black book, staring at him and muttering incantations.

He instinctively called out to Itai, but only received a series of mournful cries in response.

Ronan looked up and saw a Torrent of gold made of Itai, which was now being suppressed by a Blackstone Throne that was emitting thick black smoke and could not move.

On the throne sat a figure whose face and features were obscured, but whose body was imposing.

A slight stinging sensation suddenly appeared between his brows. At the other end of the battle, Casimodo held a large silver bow covered in starlight, his ten fingers gleaming with magic rings, the bow drawn like a full moon, pointing an arrow at him from afar.

Unbeknownst to them, shadowy figures began to gather silently around them.

There were wizards from Spirit Lake, wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall, wizards from familiar schools, and wizards from forces whose names I didn't know.

Level 4 late stage, Level 5, Level 5 mid stage, or even Level 5 late stage.

Faces, some indifferent, some surprised, some contemptuous, some resentful, some had been suppressed by him, and some had just arrived.

It seems that all the wandering Magic Creature in the entire Quivada Oasis were attracted here, howling and surging like a tide. The Elemental Lifeform he had summoned earlier were almost completely wiped out by the Magic Creature.

Protected by the few dozen remaining Elemental Lifeform, Hathaway coughed up blood to heal her wounds while keeping her eyes fixed on him.

The invisible force that he had shattered once before has now coalesced again, becoming even more powerful and imposing, pressing down on Ronan from all directions like countless mountains.

Ronan looked at the mysterious gray stone that couldn't be contained within the Space Ring, yet seemed to be stuck to his palm like a magnet, its appearance becoming increasingly similar to his own. Suddenly, he raised his head, staring at the pair of eyes peeking out from the crack of the Half-Closed Door in the sky, and spoke in a low voice.

"Is this what you wanted to say?"

"The tide of fate is like an unstoppable Torrent."

"You want to break me, don't you?"

The person behind the door did not respond.

As Ronan approached, someone let out a soft laugh.

"So it was you all along."

"Your name isn't Misha. That idiot Ulyian has been completely fooled by you."

The Bald Man from the Wizard Heart Hall, whose face was covered with long black nails, approached Ronan step by step, narrowed his eyes, and slowly spoke.

"So, what is your name?"

Ronan withdrew his gaze from the Half-Closed Door and calmly looked at the Bald Man in front of him.

"You want to know?"

The Bald Man crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over the layers of shadowy tentacles wrapping around Ronan's body. He smirked, as if waiting for Ronan to answer himself.

"So."

Ronan lowered his gaze and paused slightly in his speech.

The next second, flame-like patterns rose up along the ends of Ronan's entire body, while thick, mercury-like black Spirit Force rolled down.

"Click-clack-clack—"

Amidst the crisp sounds of flesh tearing and bones clashing, Ronan's body suddenly rose higher and higher.

First layer...

Double

Triple

Six Spiral Palaces!

With a deafening roar, a terrifying aura, like the simultaneous eruption of millions of volcanoes, suddenly unfolded. A large, ferocious hand instantly tore off the layers of entwined shadow tentacles, and a massive shadow swiftly covered the Bald Man's head.

Then

In a deep, husky, calm voice, he pressed down hard!

"Kneel down and listen."

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