Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court! The Fickleness of Fate
Throughout the entire story, Ronan had only one opponent—
That is the "New Prophet" hidden behind the Half-Closed Door!
Ronan had no idea how the other party had "targeted" him. He entered this battlefield with the aim of finding clues about the "Clarity Snake," but it felt like he had mistakenly entered a meticulously crafted "game board."
The man-made "hand of fate" constantly manipulated him, contradicting his original intention to embark on the path of a wizard, and thoroughly aroused his rebellious spirit.
The eyes behind the Half-Closed Door watched Ronan silently, offering no response.
Ronan clenched his right hand, and the Power of the Dead Sea within the Ancient Power blood-red pattern roared and surged. The golden gear mark on his wrist made a "crackling" sound, as if it could burst at any moment.
"Boom!"
Ronan swung his spear down, and the boundless Power of the Dead Sea radiated from the tip of the Eight-Bladed Spear, transforming into a solidified and twisted stream of blood-red light that pierced through Sarlange below in an instant.
Sarlange, in his Elemental Spirit True Body state, staggered backward. Even though his face was not clearly visible, one could sense his shocked and chaotic emotional fluctuations.
"Sagadi"
Sarlange formed hand seals and uttered obscure incantations.
Strange and eerie magical fluctuations emanated from his body, and the curtain of that ghostly realm was once again raised, revealing the totem of Eight-Armed Black Scorpion, which seemed to be truly beginning to operate at this moment.
"Boom—Boom—"
Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, unexpectedly feeling a heavy pressure being placed upon him.
The light overhead dimmed rapidly, and the blood-red hue of the Dead Sea faded layer by layer.
He saw that the ancient altars behind Sarlange were converging in one place, as if they were about to combine into another form.
"Click-click-click—"
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an even larger and more ancient circular altar.
Ronan could only see a small part of the altar; most of it was submerged in the endless darkness behind Sarlange.
Even so, it resembles a corner of an ancient and dilapidated royal court, giving people an indescribable sense of desolation, weight, and majesty that still exists across the long river of time.
The three blurry ghostly figures that Ronan had previously crushed reappeared, all standing on the huge altar.
A ghostly blue flame ignited beneath their feet, transforming into countless ghostly blue scorpions that frantically devoured them with a "crunching" sound.
Three blurry ghostly figures opened their mouths and let out silent, painful howls, but then knelt down one after another, their postures devout as if they were welcoming something.
"Sacrificial offerings?!"
Ronan instantly understood the meaning behind the scene before him, his eyes flashing slightly.
This was the first time he had ever seen a spell that used the sacrifice of one's own Undead Servant to achieve a summoning.
With his Elemental Spirit rank reaching seven stars and his Inheritance Magic Array continuously operating, Sarlange seemed to be using all his power to propel this bizarre magical ritual before him.
Even so, his seven Elemental Spirit Crystal, which represented the source of his power, were gradually dimming, and almost all the dark and Undead Arts free energy particles in this battlefield space were being drained.
"Is this the legacy of the Wizard Heart Hall?"
Ronan frowned, looking around, trying to find the answer from the other wizards of the Wizard Heart Hall.
But all they saw were faces filled with inexplicable fanaticism and devotion, especially the level 5 elites led by Ulyian, who were all cutting their palms and letting the blood flow out.
The blood was drawn by an invisible force, forming streaks that converged towards Sarlange, merging into the ancient altar ritual and solidifying into a scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern.
They were also chanting something, but the specific incantation was completely inaudible, as if it echoed the syllables uttered by Sarlange.
Ronan waited patiently, not disturbing the Dead Sea, which paused for a moment as it emitted and emitted a halo of light.
The power at the bottom of the Dead Sea has been successfully unlocked, and the melee combat system has been elevated. Now, he only has one skill, [Ascetic Body Forging], left to break through.
That was the last thin layer of window paper, so delicate it could be broken with a touch.
This is the opportunity Ronan has been looking for.
"Call--"
The three blurry ghostly figures on the ancient altar were completely devoured by the fiery blue scorpion, and the sacrifice was complete.
After devouring the three ghostly figures, the countless blue scorpions gathered together and transformed back into a ghostly blue flame. They then slowly expanded and rose higher, constantly approaching the scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern at the top.
"Boom!"
A heavy sound suddenly echoed in the void, as if an invisible portal had been opened.
A strange, eerie wind blew out from the invisible portal, sweeping across the entire area.
In an instant, the crimson aura around Ronan Stasis —he even felt as if his blood and soul were being frozen!
At this point, Sarlange, who had been maintaining the ritual, stopped chanting the incantation.
At this moment, all seven of his Elemental Spirit Crystal were dim and his aura was weak. However, he seemed to be enveloped by an ancient and nameless force, which directly suppressed Ronan's Dead Sea aura.
Sarlange stood with his back against the ancient altar that was connected to the endless darkness, and behind him, a dark blue flame condensed into an incomparably tall and majestic figure.
The features of the body were not clearly visible; all that could be seen was that it wore tattered, monarch-style armor and a twisted, black crown on its head, with an eight-armed scorpion inlaid with blood diamonds at its very center.
Rotten, decaying pieces of flesh dripped from the body like wax, releasing a thick, ancient, and malevolent aura.
"Sagadi"
Sarlange's aura reached an unprecedented peak when the ghostly figure of the monarch wearing the blood-diamond crown appeared.
He slowly raised his head, and beneath the seven dim Elemental Spirit Crystal, a beam of gaze fell directly on Ronan's face. He spoke softly, "The Corpse Accumulation Court!"
"Prepare to face the wrath of the Lord of Corpse Accumulation."
"Buzz!"
The instant Sarlange finished speaking, Ronan felt a sudden tightness around him, and an unprecedentedly strong sense of crisis surged from the depths of his heart.
With the combined effects of [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] and [[Instinctive Grip]], his combat awareness had long since reached an indescribable pinnacle.
Almost without thinking, Ronan's demonic body trembled.
His entire body glowed with blood-red patterns, and his golden body resonated as the receding Power of the Dead Sea surged forth once more.
"Boom!"
The blood-red sea, filled with countless corpses, reappeared. Countless crimson lightning bolts fell, the Dead Sea churned, and a mournful and heroic song resounded!
"[[Mara Dead Sea - Cry of Grief]]!"
Ronan swept his spear horizontally, unleashing the power of Forbidden Law Domain at the True Meaning level, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of dark, blood-red.
"Boom!"
The ghostly figure, emerging from the ancient Corpse Accumulation Court and clad in royal armor, appeared before him at some unknown time.
A Monarch's Sword, dripping with corpse blood, appeared in his hand and clashed with Ronan's spear!
"Snap—"
Countless streaks of blood-red and eerie blue lightning intertwined and flickered against the dark sky, illuminating two figures, both wearing crowns.
At this moment, on the turbulent, deep red Dead Sea, it seemed as if two monarchs were fighting to the death.
Ronan sensed the terrifying aura and immense pressure emanating from the Monarch Ghost Shadow before him. The barrier that stood between him and the Grandmaster level of the [Ascetic Body Forging was steadily weakening.
"Bang!"
Ronan's spear pierced the face of the sovereign ghost, the tip of the Eight-Bladed Spear emerging from the back of the opponent's head. The terrifying Power of the Dead Sea stirred, almost shaking off the twisted crown on the ghost's head.
But similarly, a crumbling Monarch's Sword, dripping with corpse blood, also slashed past Ronan.
The terrifying power caused the gold to wail Itai, and a huge gash silently appeared in the armor. Ronan's powerful force field was broken, and the Mara Body beneath it was also injured. The gnarled, iron-like flesh was torn apart, and a corrosive and corrupting force was even drilling into his body.
Ronan's aura fluctuated violently, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
——
He could almost hear the final barrier of the [Ascetic Body Forging] cracking.
You can't stop me.
"The Torrent... the overwhelming force of death."
Ronan's demonic body was stained with blood, yet he seemed to be undergoing an unprecedented and indescribable transformation.
It is eagerly awaiting a new beginning!
"I will shatter them all!!"
"Boom!"
An unparalleled terrifying aura erupted from Ronan's body. Countless blood patterns shone brightly on his majestic demonic form, and even more powerful blood light burst forth from beneath his flesh.
The crimson hue between heaven and earth intensified, and the dark Dead Sea continued to surge and rise.
Ronan's almost knee-length hair began to turn into a crystal-clear deep red strand by strand, and the Ancient Power runes on his body seemed to come alive, growing and changing into a new pattern.
"[[Mara Dead Sea - Cry of Grief]]!"
Ronan thrust his spear forward, and the countless corpses floating on the Dead Sea beneath his feet cried out in an epic, tragic battle hymn.
At this moment, Ronan completely transformed into a blazing, dazzling crimson sun. Before the Eight-Bladed Spear even reached his opponent, the ghostly figure of the monarch wearing a twisted crown showed signs of collapse and shattering.
"Click-clack—"
The royal court of corpses behind Sarlange is also crumbling.
Sarlange staggered backward, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. His consciousness was filled with extreme shock and disbelief.
"How is this possible?!"
"Call--"
The blazing sun crushed the body of the monarch's ghostly figure, and the terrifying True Meaning level Forbidden Law Domain smashed the swirling ghostly realms in its path to pieces. The black royal court was collapsing, and the dark sea of blood was taking over everything.
"Boom!"
Ronan stood in front of Sarlange, looking down at him calmly, and slowly thrust his spear downwards.
"Bite--"
As the spear fell, the battle was about to come to a complete end.
A soft sound suddenly froze everything.
Ronan stopped moving, the Dead Sea illusion beneath his feet froze, and he frowned slightly, staring intently at the thing that had suddenly appeared and blocked the tip of the spear.
——
It was a statue the size of a palm.
It was gray, carved from stone, and on it was clearly Ronan's own likeness.
It is so lifelike, as if someone had specially sculpted it in his likeness.
"The Stone of Destiny?"
Suddenly, Ronan saw the Stone of Destiny was engraved with his image, shatter. Immediately afterward, a mysterious aura was released and entered his body in an instant.
At the same time, the golden gear mark on Ronan's wrist suddenly shone brightly.
Golden light condensed into countless mysterious runes flowing into golden chains, continuously binding and strengthening Ronan's body.
The moment the first golden rune chain landed on Ronan, "crack—"
A Blue Snail deep inside Ronan's body shattered.
Immediately afterwards, the intense and powerful energy within his body rapidly subsided, the Ancient Power blood patterns gradually disappeared, and the Dead Sea fell silent.
Ronan felt the force rapidly receding from him, and the opportunity to break through that was about to be realized made him look up blankly, staring in disbelief at the Half-Closed Door in the sky.
"You"
Ronan reached out his hand, as if trying to grab something.
The eyes behind the Half-Closed Door merely blinked slightly, and then...
A line of small, long-unseen golden text appeared before Ronan's eyes—[Fate... is so unpredictable.]
"Protruding!"
Ronan extended his right hand toward the Half-Closed Door, making a middle finger gesture.
At this moment, he had completely and utterly fallen from the state of being under the blazing, blood-red sun.