Death Omen Star! [Nether Demon Twelve Palaces]-Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court!

Ronan strode through the void, walking step by step toward Sarlange, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly.

Countless Dark Red Threads formed from the Power of the Dead Sea danced around him as if they were alive. Sarlange's spider arms stretched out, and each spider arm tip emitted an eerie purple light. With each swing, clear purple lines were drawn in the void, forming translucent amethyst facets.

Ronan's eyes flashed with a blood-red light, Dark Red Threads around him shot out on their own.

The first Dark Red Threads touched the facet of the transparent crystal, and with a soft "pop," it [Penetration] through without any resistance.

Then the second layer

The third layer...

The fourth floor.

Sarlange stared in disbelief at the unstoppable Dark Red Threads. His evil force field was as fragile as paper under this power. His hands never stopped their defensive movements, but the speed at which he built an energy barrier was far slower than the speed at which the Dark Red Threads [Penetration].

"Three years ago, you at least had the courage to attack me."

Ronan maintained a steady pace, his feet resting on the blood-red Dead Sea filled with floating debris. His crimson hair curled slightly, dancing without wind, giving him an air of wild arrogance.

He was like a crimson sun rising from the sea, constantly radiating a terrifying and ancient aura.

After advancing to the Grandmaster Ascetic Body Forging, Ronan finally completed his long-awaited transformation.

The newly born [Innocent Body] not only gave him an unparalleled and more powerful physique, but the Spirit Force generated by the Power of the Dead Sea also underwent a qualitative leap, transforming from the original black mercury-like form into a dark red thread-like form, with its power increasing by more than ten times compared to before!

Even with its power compressed to the extreme, the Forbidden Law Domain- level Golden Flame Blade couldn't penetrate Sarlange's defenses. Under the crimson Spirit Force threads, it was as fragile as a decoration.

Sarlange stopped what he was doing, turned around and retreated frantically, letting out piercing screams, much like a spider fleeing in terror from its Natural Enemy.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he extended a hand toward Sarlange.

As he flexed his fingers, the veins emanating from his body, spreading through the void like eerie blood vessels, twitched violently.

In an instant, Sarlange, who was fleeing in the distance, froze, as if he had been firmly grasped by an invisible and irresistible force from afar.

Ronan slowly raised his hand backward.

"Bang!"

Sarlange's body was suddenly pulled over like a cannonball and fell directly into the clasp of his five fingers.

This is the power of rules!

The newly born [Innocent Body] grants Ronan the ability to fully control the Power of the Dead Sea. Combined with [[Instinctive Grip]], this naturally unlocks many powerful and incredible abilities.

"Hiss--"

The moment Sarlange fell into Ronan's control, his terrified face suddenly turned ferocious, and the countless long, narrow spider eyes on his face opened at once, shooting out countless purple lights, which turned into a purple mist that enveloped Ronan.

At the same time, all the spider arms in his body tensed up instantly and then released rapidly, their sharp tips resembling sharp black spears that pierced Ronan's body.

"Click—"

Ronan's fingers, which were gripping Sarlange's, suddenly froze, and the sea of blood instantly subsided.

Time seemed to Stasis at that moment.

Sarlange's face was contorted, and every pore on his body spewed out purplish-black smoke. All his spider arms were taut to their limit as he pressed forward fiercely.

A bizarre totem, half-human and half-spider, sprouted above his head. He laughed maniacally, and every white line on his body writhed with his muscles, slowly forming a face that resembled both crying and laughing, indescribably eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly.

"Click-click-click—"

A series of bone-crackling sounds rang out.

Sarlange's triumphant laughter abruptly stopped. He looked up sharply and saw that the purple mist that had been enveloping Ronan's head and body was rapidly dissipating.

The five fingers gripping his neck tightened again, the [Great Strength] squeezing him so hard he could barely breathe.

With a soft hum, all the purple mist quickly dissipated.

Ronan's face reappeared, his alluring and handsome features completely devoid of any emotion.

Sarlange's spider arms were deeply embedded in Ronan's blood-stained demonic body, with at least half of the Keen Edge tip piercing through. At each point of impact, the edges were marked with a small, eerie purplish-black patch.

But as Ronan stretched out his body, the purplish-black marks quickly faded, and Sarlange's spider arm was actually squeezed out bit by bit by the flesh.

Are you tickling me?

Ronan lowered his head slightly, squinted at Sarlange, and his breath gently touched Sarlange's face.

Sarlange stared blankly at the arms that had been completely excised from Ronan's body, muttering, "No, this can't be."

"Click-clack—"

Ronan gripped Sarlange's neck tightly and lifted him up in mid-air like he was squeezing a chick.

The Dark Red Threads surrounding him shot out like arrows, accompanied by the slight sound of flesh being [Penetration], and countless blood threads firmly pinned Sarlange to the void.

Ronan raised his other hand and gently pressed down on Sarlange's shoulder, then slowly began to apply pressure to both sides.

"Any last words?"

Sarlange seemed to sense something and began to struggle violently, but under Ronan's restraint, everything seemed so powerless and ridiculous.

"Boom——"

The flesh where his neck and shoulder met was torn apart, and pieces of inverted triangular purplish-black scales broke apart, with foul-smelling blood flowing out.

Sarlange's face suddenly tightened, and his whole body convulsed violently in the excruciating pain of being forcibly torn apart.

The next second, he suddenly calmed down, his countless spider eyes staring intently at Ronan, his eyes flashing with a cold madness and resentment.

"For me, death is nothing more than returning to the embrace of the great Mother Goddess."

"The Mother Goddess will not let you go; you will surely die in endless pain and torment!"

"I'm waiting for you in the Land of Fear."

"You think too highly of yourself."

Ronan spoke calmly.

"Tear—"

With a series of tearing sounds, Ronan suddenly spread his arms and ripped Sarlange in two, his foul-smelling blood splattering everywhere like raindrops.

A cloud of smoke, like murky ink, shot rapidly from Sarlange's corpse, revealing a distorted face—it was Sarlange himself.

Before Sarlange's soul could escape, a powerful Spiritual Force Field had already locked him in place.

Countless blood vessels plunged into the soul smoke, churning rapidly. Faintly, one could hear Sarlange's shrill screams, which quickly vanished completely.

Ronan took out the black cowbell from the Bone Bell and shook it casually, collecting the shattered Sarlange soul into the cowbell to serve as food for Aihaxia. Then he collected Sarlange's corpse, glanced at the surrounding battlefield, and left quickly without looking back.

Just then, a Black Night passed, and dawn broke.

Inside the Mist Space.

Saint Blood Tree, Arrietty held the little Mermaid Shell, gazing nervously and curiously at the tranquil lake before her.

Before long, the calm surface of the lake began to ripple, and soon the ripples multiplied, and the lake water seemed to boil, with cheerful bubbles rising to the surface.

At some point, the churning lake water parted to both sides, and a handsome young man, who was impeccable in every way, walked naked out of the lake step by step.

"Ah!"

Upon seeing the young man's appearance, the Mermaid Shell, suddenly gasped, Arrietty also cried out in surprise, quickly covering her eyes tightly with both hands. Then, she secretly opened her small hands a few cracks and peeked out.

"Newborn, baptized."

Ronan walked to the lakeside, murmured softly, his face utterly calm.

His snow-white hair clung damply to his body. With a slight shift in his mind, he released a small amount of Star Force Field, and the water on his body evaporated quickly, turning into billowing white vapor that dissipated in an instant.

Ronan took out the Platinum Magic Robe given to him by the Prophet Eve and put it on again, feeling his current state.

With his advancement from [Ascetic Body Forging] to Grandmaster level, his [[Immaculate Body]] talent evolved into [Innocent Body], making his physique more than ten times stronger than when he was at the peak of Master Level.

If he were to activate the Thirteen Spiral Palaces and enter the state of Demon Body, even a level six attack of a certain degree would be difficult to harm him—the death of Sarlange proved this point.

"The Thirteen Spiral Palaces is far from the limit. Perhaps we can now change the name of 'Ancient Demon God Body' to 'Ancient Demon God Body'."

Ronan pondered silently as he strolled to a complex magic circle inscribed with various runes and stopped.

The magic circle is filled with a large number of Magic Crystal, and the key part is a Moon Soul Stone the size of a pebble, which together maintain the operation of the entire magic circle.

Kosti's soul resided in the center of this magic circle. For a long time, she remained in a squatting position with her hands clasped around her knees, her head slightly tilted back, and her empty, bewildered eyes would only occasionally flash with a glimmer of light when Ronan passed by.

The entire magic circle released a trace of inexplicable power, slowly nourishing Kosti's soul.

This is a soul nurturing array provided by Alazan. It's currently just a basic, rudimentary version and will need further upgrades later.

Ronan watched Kosti quietly through the magic circle for a while, then strolled to the Elemental Pool that had been completely repaired. He saw that Sarlange's corpse, which he had thrown into the pool, had now been decomposed into about a quarter of its original size, and the energy level in the Elemental Pool had increased significantly.

"Alazan".

Ronan watched the corpse gradually dissolve in the pool and whispered to Alazan in his Consciousness Space, "Have you ever heard of the name 'Mother of Fear and Lies'?"

"First."

Alazan slowly replied, "But he should be one of the gods of the [Abyss Demon]. There are too many messy gods in the [Abyss Demon]; no one can understand them all."

"[Abyss Demon] also have its own god?"

Ronan was slightly surprised; this was the first time he had heard of this.

"Certainly."

Alazan replied, "Otherwise, why do you think the gods from before the beginning of time disappeared?"

"I always thought it was because of infighting among the gods."

"Internal strife is only a small part of the reason; the main factor is external."

So,

Ronan let out a soft breath and slowly began to speak, "The war against the Magic Creature of another world actually began as early as the Mythological Era before the ancient times."

Why haven't I heard you mention this before?

"That era is too far removed from my time, and I don't know much about it."

Ronan stared at the Elemental Pool, his eyes flashing.

The Prophet Eve's intention in using the Truth Identifying Moth to guide him to find Sarlange and uncover Sarlange true identity is quite clear.

She wanted to tell Ronan the truth about everything, and about the ever-approaching disaster foretold in the prophecy.

Ronan twitched his fingers slightly, and effortlessly produced a black bone badge that exuded a faint aura of evil.

Looking at the six overlapping circular symbols on the badge, three complete and three broken, he spoke softly.

"Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society"

This identification badge was found inside Sarlange's Space Ring and is the symbol of a member of the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society.

In addition, there are identification documents for the Wizard Heart Hall, the Twilight Council, and several other wizarding organizations that Ronan is not very familiar with.

"Even the Wizard Heart Hall, which was active right under the noses of two generations of prophets, was infiltrated by the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society. Sarlange has also joined this competition for the throne of the Life Royal Court as a wizard of the Twilight Council."

Even though Ronan wasn't particularly concerned about all of this, he began to realize the increasingly serious situation.

When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

He didn't know what the ultimate goal of the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society was, but if a huge calamity was bound to sweep across the entire Upper Ring Continent, it would be difficult for him to remain unscathed.

Unless

Leave this place before disaster strikes.

Ronan's mind flashed to the image of the "Sinking Eye," located at the very center of the entire continent.

However, without the strength of Level Seven Twilight, he simply cannot break the restriction of the "Sinking Eye," and it is even more unrealistic to reach that level in a short time. Does he have to find a wizard of level seven or above to run away with him?

Ronan shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.

At that moment, Alazan's voice rang out again.

"The one you killed this time was a follower of the Mother of Fear and Lies the [Abyss Demon] Clan."

The methods of the [Abyss Demon] are very strange, especially after they merge with the bloodline of wizards, they are often adept at various powerful curses.

Be more careful if you encounter this again in the future.

"The power of a curse?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself, "That would be perfect."

Ronan only realized this when the seal on the Stone of Destiny was broken and his [Ascetic Body Forging] was fully upgraded to the Grandmaster level.

When he was breaking through to the [[Immaculate Body]], he lingered in place for a long time before finding a way to promote the growth of the [[Immaculate Body]] – to withstand attacks of magical energy!

After the [[Immaculate Body]] transforms into the [Innocent Body], the method of cultivation also changes.

The power of a curse!

Ronan discovered that the power of the curse is nourishment that can promote the growth of the [Innocent Body]!

In his battle with Sarlange, repeatedly enduring the impact of the opponent's fear curse aura, his mastery of the [Grandmaster Ascetic Body Forging] skill, which he had just broken through to, had increased by a full 2 points.

"I should have realized it when I was bound by magic by that Level Five Wizard from the Wizard Heart Hall wielding the black book. Sarlange's Curse of Fear ultimately led me to the realm of [Innocent Body]."

The Prophet Eve said, "I can benefit from this as well," and that must be what she meant.

As Ronan was thinking, just then, the Elemental Pool that was gradually dissolving Sarlange's corpse suddenly churned, and a huge bubble rose from the bottom of the mottled pool. The bubble burst, revealing a strange grayish-white bone fragment.

"Um?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he immediately picked up the bone fragment.

He looked down at the gray bone fragment in his hand and found a strange black pattern etched on it, resembling both an eye and a star.

After he carefully examined the strange bone fragment "decomposed" from Sarlange's corpse with his mental power, a strong and strange light began to gradually shine in his originally calm eyes.

He raised his head and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"So this is the benefit that the Prophet Eve was talking about."

This bone fragment is an extremely ancient artifact, containing a record of an incredibly ancient and powerful lineage.

It was precisely the dark Undead Magic spell that Sarlange had used on Ronan back then—

[The [Nether Demon Twelve Palaces] - Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court]!

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