Ice Emperor Mark, As You Wish!

The masked man let out a low whistle, his body dissolving outwards like water before reforming in another location.

All his dark yellow magical touches immediately abandoned Serena in front of him and swept towards the direction from which the energy beam was shooting.

Serena paused slightly, then subconsciously turned her head. The next moment, she saw a figure wearing Platinum Magic Robe and with the light of dawn on his face striding across the void.

The long Song of Fire Gold reverberated through the air, the sound of countless metals resonating.

A brilliant Torrent of gold surged forth from beneath the newcomer's robes, splitting into six, transforming into six rapidly spinning golden blades that tore through the void and slashed down with a whooshing sound.

A strong aura of taboo spread out, and the golden blade wheel collided with the dark yellow tentacles, sweeping across with the silky smoothness of harvesting wheat.

The masked man continued chanting incantations, summoning even more dark yellow tentacles. Just as the golden wheel of blades was about to stall, "Buzz—"

With a strange metallic hum, the six blades suddenly merged into one, abruptly retracting and condensing into a point of intensely bright red gold in the newcomer's hand.

"Clang—"

The newcomer casually flicked out the speck of crimson gold, and a clear, sharp sound, like a blade being drawn from its sheath, seemed to emanate from between his fingers.

In an instant, all sounds in the air ceased, and the chaotic magical fluctuations stopped, as if they had been cut off by an invisible blade.

Ronan slowly withdrew his hand, his five fingers moving casually with a calm expression, grasping the Itai were returning like weary birds to their nests.

"Giggle giggle"

The silver-patterned masked man standing directly in front of him was looking at him in disbelief, his head slightly tilted back, a clear, scorched red line quietly appearing on his neck, emitting a strange sound like blowing bubbles.

The masked man trembled as he took out a palm-sized round silver box from his Space Ring. He opened it and grabbed a handful of thick, black ointment, which he then smeared forcefully on the clean cut on his neck.

He breathed heavily, making a sound like a broken bellows being pulled, and slowly, his rapidly fluctuating emotions calmed down.

"Who are you?"

The man spoke, his voice becoming incredibly hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been slashed by a red-hot knife—and that was indeed the case.

Even with the mask on, you could see how unpleasant his expression was, and his eyes were filled with deep apprehension as he looked at Ronan.

"Misha Tirions".

Ronan replied calmly, walking gracefully towards the man step by step, a gentle breeze ruffling the white hair at his temples.

"Misha?! You're Misha?"

Ronan's casual reply took an unexpected turn when the masked man's reaction surprised him. His eyes first showed astonishment, then slowly transformed into an indescribable complexity.

"Have you heard of me?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, but the masked man didn't answer. He just gave him a deep look and then turned and left.

Ronan watched the man's departing figure, his eyes flickering, but he did not stop him.

Judging from the other person's reaction, they seemed to know him. He hadn't expected that the name "Misha" would start to become so well-known.

Do you know the outcome of the battle at the Stone of Destiny Trial?

Ronan wasn't sure, but he figured it was pretty close.

Turning around, his gaze fell on Serena, who immediately moved closer to him. Before he could ask anything, Serena had already spoken up, saying, "They're from Wolin Alba's group."

Serena's expression was somewhat complicated, it was unclear whether it was because of the name she was referring to or because of Ronan's actions just now.

"... Wolin's status within the Alba Royal Family is similar to mine, or even far lower. He wasn't originally on the list of contenders for the throne, but for some reason..."

Serena paused, lowered her head, and slowly said, "Just a year ago, Wolin suddenly received the support of a mysterious force, replaced an heir, and appeared at the gathering of the Holy Grail Proof."

He just sent someone over to try and persuade me to withdraw voluntarily and then fully support his bid for the throne.

"A mysterious force?"

Ronan frowned slightly. "What's your name?"

"Ghost Flower Society."

Serena named a faction and looked at Ronan with a probing gaze.

Ronan shook his head; it was the first time he had ever heard of this organization.

"How strong are you?"

"Very strong."

Serena emphasized, "It should be said that it is extremely strong!"

"Any official member of the Ghost Flower Society has the strength of Level Six Wizard, and their leader is even more unfathomable. I suspect he is at the peak of level six, or even on the verge of Twilight."

"At the previous rally, Wolin clashed with Seniwan, Edward, and others, but he never came out worse off."

"If it weren't for the strict age requirements for the participating wizards in this Holy Grail Proof, perhaps Wolin would be the one with the best chance of winning."

Ronan carefully recalled the silver patterns painted on the mask of the Level Five Wizard he had just driven away, but couldn't recall any valuable information.

"A total of six parties are participating in this Holy Grail Proof. Including us, there are already five groups present."

Ronan thought for a moment and then asked Serena, "Who is the other side? Tell me as well."

Serena nodded. Her previous cold attitude towards Ronan had been greatly softened by Ronan timely help.

"The last one who didn't show up was Katie."

She was the youngest of them all, and probably the one with the least ambition for the throne.

Before I turned twenty, Katie and I had a pretty good relationship."

"Then why did she join?"

Serena shook her head. "I'm not sure either."

All I know is that she is supported by a woman from the Northernmost Land, who appears to be a highly respected member of the 'Frost Leader'.

"Frost, leader."

Ronan blinked and softly uttered the name.

In that instant, some memories from the depths of his mind seemed to slowly surface.

Under the azure sky, the enormous Magic Airship, painted a rare magenta red, gracefully glided by like a beautiful pink swan.

On the deck, a young girl with long, bright gold braids and dressed in luxurious clothes ran quickly, lifting her skirt, followed closely by two wizards in robes and holding wands.

The girl with the long braid ran all the way to the door of a room on the highest deck before suddenly stopping.

"Your Highness Katie, you are destined to become the supreme Queen Alba."

The wizard who was following him came up and gave a gentle reminder with a helpless look on his face, "You should also pay attention to your daily etiquette."

"I have no desire to be the Queen Alba."

The girl with the long braid pursed her lips and muttered indifferently, "Besides, there's no one else here."

She cautiously cast her gaze at the two cold, aloof wizards standing before the door, their faces like Ice Sculpture, and made an expectant expression.

The latter simply shook his head slowly with a blank expression.

The girl with the long braid immediately felt disappointed and turned away in frustration, but kept looking back at the closed door.

"Let's go, Your Highness. Lady Elsa is currently undergoing arduous training."

If she can successfully advance to level six, no one can stop you from ascending the throne.

"You shouldn't have bothered her at this time, no matter what..."

The wizard beside her gently comforted and instructed her, while the girl with the long braid pouted, looking extremely unwilling.

Just as she was about to step off the deck, suddenly, beams of deep blue light shot out from behind her.

The girl with the long golden braid stopped abruptly and then turned around quickly.

The two guarding wizards had quietly knelt down, their proud heads bowed deeply in the same direction.

The door to the spot where they were kneeling was slowly opening inwards, having been tightly closed.

A biting wind, carrying frost and snow, blew against her face, causing the girl with the long braid to squint, but she took a few quick steps forward with a look of surprise on her face.

"Sister Elsa!"

As the girl called out, a figure slowly walked out of the open door.

She was a stunningly beautiful girl with hair like an icefall and her entire body surrounded by countless frosts.

Her skin was whiter than the snow that never melts in the Northernmost Land, her lips were like coral frozen beneath the ice, and her eyes seemed to contain the ever-flowing aurora.

As she walked by, the air on the deck condensed into tiny frost crystals, time slowed down, and dazzling ice flowers bloomed and withered quickly, draping her in the most magnificent gown in the world.

Ignoring the wind and frost cutting her face, the girl with long golden braids ran quickly toward the girl while calling out the name "Elsa".

However, the latter only glanced at her indifferently before turning his gaze to the distant sky.

She soared into the air, stepping on countless frosts, transforming into a streak of icy blue aurora that sped away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only the girl with the long golden braid was left standing alone on the deck, her face filled with a resentful and dejected expression.

In the secluded forest, amidst a carpet of golden fallen leaves, lies a pool of enormous Rune Array.

At this moment, the milk-like white liquid in the magic circle pool had filled about three-quarters of the pool.

A pure and powerful surge of strange energy emanated from the pool, shaking down autumn leaves.

"That's fine."

After carefully inspecting every detail of the magic circle, the Silver-Haired Witch walked up to Ronan and Serena and reported, "The Spirit Shaping Array and the Spirit Shaping Liquid have been fully prepared."

His Majesty the Golden Dawn may enter the pool at any time.

Ronan nodded slightly, looking at the Spirit Shaping Array in front of him and the precious Spirit Shaping Liquid that almost filled the entire pool within the array. He then turned to Serena beside him and said, "These were originally prepared for you, weren't they?"

Serena answered calmly, "Yes, but most of my strength comes from my Life Armor. Whether it's level four or level five, there's not much difference, and I'm not fully prepared to break through to level five."

Right now, your promotion is more important to us.

Serena emphasized the syllables of "we".

"Thanks."

Ronan spoke.

Serena paused for a moment, then said in a slightly complicated tone, "I never expected to hear 'thank you' from you. It's unbelievable."

The appearance of the Ghost Flower Society wizard thawed the ice between Ronan and Serena, giving them a real sense of "fighting side by side," and their interactions became more casual and natural.

"How long does it usually take to advance from level four to level five?"

Ronan began walking towards the magic circle pool in front of him, and immediately a wizard from the Life Royal Court opened a gap in the magic circle for him.

He casually asked Serena and received a reply of "six months to a year".

"That should be enough time."

Ronan entered the Spirit Shaping Array, stood by the pool, and began to unfasten his Platinum Magic Robe.

"During my seclusion, do not let anyone disturb me."

If anything happens, just let A Ni know and he'll know what to do.

"Um."

Serena nodded, her beautiful eyes flickering as she watched Ronan undress, but she showed no intention of backing down.

Just as Ronan was about to remove all his ornaments and step naked into the magic pool.

Suddenly, a strange tremor ran through the depths of my soul.

In an instant, a blue Ice Ring was reflected in Ronan's eyes.

"Boom--"

An invisible shockwave erupted from Ronan's body, causing countless golden autumn leaves to flutter and fly up.

He quietly looked up, peering through the dense foliage at the sky above.

The next moment, Ronan's figure shot into the sky like a cannonball!

The sudden change startled all the wizards around the magic circle, as well as Serena.

Everyone looked at each other, completely baffled as to why the Golden Dawn would suddenly withdraw just before it was about to break through to level five.

Serena frowned deeply, her face darkening, when suddenly she sensed something rapidly approaching. Startled, she followed suit and soared into the sky.

Above the Valley of Gilded Doors had turned yellow, a dazzling aurora of icy blue streaked through the air.

The arrival of the icy blue aurora seemed to bring winter to the entire Valley of Gilded Doors ahead of time. Snowflakes fell heavily from the sky, and from high above, one could clearly see that the vast Valley of Gilded Doors was covered by a thick layer of frost on one side.

Temperatures plummeted, riverbanks froze, and the Gilded Door River was frozen solid.

In the dense forest dyed in autumn colors, a dazzling Torrent of gold suddenly roared out.

Amidst the massive and intense metallic resonance, countless golden autumn leaves fell, swept up by the golden Torrent, forming an incomparably magnificent golden tornado that collided fiercely with the icy blue aurora!

"Boom!"

In an instant, the intense heat and the icy cold collided and intertwined, creating a terrifying energy shockwave that spread outwards in all directions.

The vast battlefield was divided by two extreme forces, and one after another huge magical explosions and chaotic energy flows shattered the tranquility of the Valley of Gilded Doors.

Far beyond the Valley of Gilded Doors, a short-haired youth, his entire body submerged in a lake of scorching lava, suddenly opened his eyes and rose from the lake. Lava rolled over his powerfully built body, reflecting a luster resembling Dragon Scale.

Within the howling canyon, a handsome young man with top-grade lapis lazuli eyes quietly stopped the thin sword he was constantly drawing in the air, looked up at the sky, and his figure rose into the air.

Inside the dark cave, a tall, slender young man, wearing a black mask with gold flowers, with every single strand of hair carefully hidden inside the hood, emerged from the cave and stretched lazily in the direction where the battle had broken out.

At this moment, almost all the wizards belonging to the five factions were alarmed by the sudden outbreak of the battle and stretched out their spiritual power to investigate.

Powerful consciousnesses, at least at level five, rolled across the azure sky of the Valley of Gilded Doors, leaving behind distinct ripples.

"[Golden Origin]!"

Surrounded by countless musical note-shaped gold fragments Itai shards, Ronan calmly slashed forward with his left hand as if drawing a sword.

The countless gold particles resonated with Itai, emitting a hymn of fire and gold. The "Molten Embrace" glove vibrated with power, and in an instant, a magnificent Golden Flame Blade rapidly formed and extended before his eyes, releasing an extremely sharp and terrifying aura of intense heat.

The golden blade cleaved through the heavy snow and wind, cascading down like a waterfall to reveal a mesmerizing and magnificent golden world. The dense aura of Forbidden Law Domain spread outwards with unstoppable force.

However, the once invincible Spirit Maya Blade, after breaking through several layers of wind and snow, seemed to sink into a swamp formed by countless frosts, becoming sluggish and obstructed. Even the golden flames on the golden blade showed signs of being extinguished by the wind and snow, and the Song of Fire Gold became weak.

Ronan frowned, but before he could make a further decision, a clear, cold sound, like countless ice crystals colliding, came from the swirling snow.

"The other half of the Ice Ring's inheritor is fighting with fire magic; how ironic."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

The next second, he suddenly dissipated the layers of Itai surrounding him.

His pupils, which had been faintly glowing with gold, began to turn a little crimson. The same icy chill emanated from Ronan, but it carried a deathly stillness and murderous aura that was completely different from the wind and snow in front of him.

"Then, as you wish."

Ronan murmured, and in an instant, each strand of his white hair was tinged with a faint red, like white frost stained with blood.

[Crimson Ice]!

Please vote for me next month, brothers! My ranking has dropped terribly! (crying)