Death, Don't Ever Forget Me

The viscous area of space that had been like a ring at the edge of the battle formation disappeared, and the two broke free from the magic circle's seal without any hindrance.

As soon as they stepped out of the magic array, a figure quickly blocked their way.

The light from the converged magical energy illuminated Lindis's unchanging face. Ronan took a step forward with an icy gaze, his hands forming a hand seal, and a snow-white light ignited in his eyes.

Lindis's expression changed drastically, and he retreated into the darkness behind him like a startled bat.

Almost the instant his figure disappeared, the snow in Ronan's eyes vanished, the hand seals in his hands collapsed, and then his entire body was like a shattered porcelain vase, with dense, blood-red cracks appearing on his skin.

"Ronan!"

Moriel quickly helped him up, and Ronan covered his mouth with his hand, a large amount of bright red blood gushing out from between his fingers like a fountain.

With his Vitality Orb depleted, and the injuries to his Ancient Mara Body compounded by the backlash from the collapse of his magical body, Ronan couldn't remember the last time he had suffered such a severe injury.

When was the last time I felt this bad, like I was about to die?

"Fortunately, this guy is as timid as a mouse."

Ronan coughed for a while, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth haphazardly. He took the medicine that Moriel handed him with trembling hands, drank it down in one gulp, and felt the unknown ingredients of the liquid slowly dissolve in his body, like a cool stream flowing through a cracked earth riddled with holes. He then exhaled a long breath.

"You can still laugh?"

Moriel cursed him, her voice trembling with tears.

The soul connection between the two, which had been erased, seemed to become clear again.

Ronan could sense Moriel's sadness, grief, helplessness, and deep sense of self-blame for being powerless.

He had seen Moriel without her disguise once before, and this was the second time.

"Crying won't solve anything."

Ronan ruffled Moriel's hair and urged her in a low voice, "Hurry up."

Today's debts will always have a chance to be repaid.

As he spoke, Ronan reached out and gently touched the eye socket of his missing left eye.

Moriel nodded obediently, a rare occurrence, and quickly picked up the cane she had been clutching.

Ronan waited for her to "open the door," his mental energy naturally spreading out, vigilantly guarding against any potential dangers that might arise at any moment.

During Ronan's desperate battle, the massive stone platform unknowingly developed many cracks due to the impact of the fight between the three Level Seven Twilight Wizards.

The aftershocks of the eclipse had not yet completely subsided, and the two were still shrouded in darkness. A striking red light shone from the cracks in the ground, and Moriel seemed to be standing in a huge and broken ancient magic circle, chanting incantations softly.

The runes on her staff shimmered, tracing brilliant golden paths through the void.

In the distance, the figures of Juventus and his teammates slowly emerged from the raging black tide of energy.

Ronan had planned to forcefully break through the sealing array, so the spells were not entirely directed at Juventus and his team; the power was mostly poured onto the array itself.

The people broke free even faster than he had expected.

Ronan watched the Juventus players approach rapidly, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing rapidly, but his expression remained absolutely calm.

He could already feel the spatial fluctuations emanating from his side.

There's still time.

It's not too late

Ronan said to himself.

Moriel's icy-cold little hand suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and slid into the summoned Space Passage.

Ronan felt a sense of relief.

Just as she turned around, Moriel suddenly stopped in front of the passage for some reason.

Immediately afterwards, she looked up and stared intently in a certain direction, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Call--"

Countless flames, resembling burning, drifting feathers, fell from the sky, gently enveloping the two like a pair of enormous wings.

In the current dim and oppressive environment, this scene is so beautiful that it almost feels unreal.

Flames passed through Ronan's body, emitting strange and vibrant energy, and his injuries were healing rapidly.

An invisible force separated Ronan and Moriel's tightly clasped hands.

Ronan involuntarily took two steps back, and then saw—between him and Moriel, stood the figure of a handsome young man dressed in bright and gorgeous clothes.

Countless golden and orange flames condensed behind the youth into the shape of enormous wings.

He carefully stretched out his arms, along with the countless fiery wings behind him, and gently embraced Moriel in his arms.

"Valitz"

Moriel called out the young man's name, tears streaming down her face. At that moment, she felt as wronged as a child who had been bullied and was finally seeing her parents.

The young man gazed tenderly at Moriel, raised his hand to gently stroke Moriel cheek, and quickly evaporated the tears on her face.

Didn't I tell you to go first?

The young man spoke softly.

At this moment, Ronan's tense emotions quietly relaxed.

He turned his head and saw that the Juventus players, who had been rapidly approaching, were now slowly retreating with slightly furrowed brows.

Several deep orange flames suddenly shot out from behind Ronan, hurtling towards Juventus and his teammates.

Before the group could react, they were all entangled with each other.

A Level Six Wizard from the Ancient Wizard Revival Society was engulfed in flames and then turned to ashes. His soul struggled to escape, but like a wick that had run out of oil, it was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Cersei, the woman with gray braids, screamed as she clutched her burning face. Gorini howled and vanished into the void. Juventus also let out a muffled groan, his body erupting with purple light as he retreated swiftly.

Even a wisp of power flowing from the fingertips of Level Seven Wizard would be enough to bring about the [Catastrophe] of these Level Six Wizards.

Ronan, whose emotions had been suppressed for a long time, finally felt a sense of relief. He turned his head and saw the handsome young man named Valitz quietly watching him.

"Thanks."

The young man spoke gently.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he was about to reply when he heard the young man say in a low voice, full of apology, "But... I can only apologize."

Ronan was taken aback by what he heard.

Then, the young man in front of them suddenly dispersed like a dazzling firework.

In the distance, the White Wizard King's figure appeared silently.

Compared to before, he looks extremely disheveled now.

His white robe was covered in burn marks, and one of the two horns on his helmet had melted.

He was all alone; the other tall and imposing man who had been with him was nowhere to be seen.

Ronan seemed to understand something, and suddenly turned around, only to see that the countless dazzling points of light that the young man in the gorgeous robe had transformed into were constantly burrowing into Moriel like fireflies returning to their nests.

At this moment, Moriel was engulfed in flames and glowing.

Her body seemed to be growing rapidly, her long, rose-colored hair spreading out and deepening in color.

On the surface of the skin, there also appeared a dense array of beautiful golden-red patterns, like branding marks.

"Valitz Valitz."

Moriel was completely unaware of the changes happening to her. She kept muttering incantations, still trying to find the young man's figure.

Ronan involuntarily took two steps back, equally stunned.

Besides the shock of witnessing a Level Seven Twilight Wizard die before his eyes, there was also the oppressive and heavy feeling brought by the darkness that had just been dispelled but had returned once again.

The last strongman of the Phoenix Family, Moriel's uncle, Valitz.

In the previous seven-level battle, they ultimately lost.

The bone bow that Garcia had always held had somehow ended up in Lindis's hands, and was now perfectly intact.

Lindis narrowed one eye, the black arrowhead aimed at the distant figure of a girl surrounded by countless golden and red lights, burning fiercely, her emerald eyes reflecting an evil and bewitching light.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted downwards, and he released the bowstring from his hand.

The magical arrow shot out in an instant accurately struck a figure next to the flames who was trying to retreat and dodge.

The latter made no sound, but simply fell to the ground, then calmly covered his arrow wound and hid in the shadows.

Lindis didn't care at all, and smiled triumphantly as he gripped the bone bow.

"Why not take this opportunity to capture the target directly?"

A detached voice drifted over, and several figures appeared one after another.

Juventus walked over calmly. The flames from Valitz earlier did not seem to have much of an effect on him. He returned to his gray robes, revealing only his deep silver eyes.

Cersei, who was beside him, was almost completely burned by the flames. She had a mask on her face and was trembling, with pus and blood constantly flowing down her face. Her life force was extremely weak.

Lindis's gaze pierced her like needles, Cersei screamed as she tried to snatch the bone bow from his hand, but Lindis easily dodged her.

No rush, no rush.

Lindis spoke gently, as if comforting the agitated Cersei, or perhaps answering Juventus's question.

"The Phoenix Family has a unique bloodline inheritance ceremony, so the White Wizard King should only receive half of Valitz's bloodline."

Let her fuse the remaining half completely, then we'll capture her, and we'll obtain an Undying Bird with even greater potential.

Oh, poor Cersei, you have nothing to worry about.

Whether it's the bloodline your father possessed, or the one we're about to obtain, it's enough to completely heal your wounds, and might even make you more beautiful.

"Real?"

"Certainly."

Lindis smiled and nodded, "I never lie."

Turning his head, Lindis's gaze swept lightly over the girl surrounded by flames, and landed on the figure he had shot with an arrow earlier.

A fiery and expectant light gradually shone in Lindis's eyes.

"And there's this unexpected surprise too!"

Nine Star Elemental Spirit, powerful frost bloodline, terrifying physical body

What a perfect toy and experimental subject! I have so many ideas I want to try on him...

Lindis seemed unable to suppress his inner desire and subconsciously licked his dry lips hard.

At that moment, a Juventus figure suddenly rushed out, Lindis was stunned.

"Why are you even more impatient than me..."

He shook his head and made a helpless expression, but a subtle sense of relaxation was revealed in his eyes.

Compared to the people on the field, he was too "weak" and could die if he wasn't careful.

The prey he had long targeted had previously shocked and surprised him greatly. Although it now seemed to be at its last gasp, who knew if it still had other trump cards up its sleeve?

It would be ideal if someone were willing to take the lead.

Lindis followed Juventus at a leisurely pace, and the two approached the location of the countless burning flames with caution and speed.

Juventus's gaze remained firmly fixed on the figure beside the flames.

He had absolutely no interest in the Phoenix Bloodline; he only wanted to collect all of Helamus's legacy and, incidentally, eliminate a powerful adversary who might threaten him in the future.

Juventus approached silently like Night Owl, and the other side noticed them, but their eyes showed no fear.

Their gazes met silently in the interplay of light and shadow in the void. Beneath Juventus's grey robes, the six pieces of the Helamus Inheritance hummed softly, as if sensing Juventus's current mood and eagerly anticipating the return of a new partner.

Juventus stretched out his hand, and the pulse of energy gathered in his palm along his arm.

However, just as he was about to make his move...

"Boom!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying explosion came from afar.

The terrifying aftershocks of the spell swept over the Juventus like a hurricane and tsunami, causing the team's figures to sway violently in mid-air.

He turned his head sharply, and his silver eyes instantly reflected the towering crimson flames that suddenly ignited in the distance, illuminating the entire space.

That was the site of the seventh-level battle between the Phoenix Family and the White Wizard King, among others. Now, the ruins of that shattered palace were completely engulfed in flames, with countless lava and molten lava erupting from below.

The massive ancient platform collapsed downwards, emitting a tremendous roar that was more than ten times more intense and powerful than the previous battle between the three level seven beings. It was as if some extremely terrifying, ancient, forbidden entity was slowly awakening from beneath the platform.

At that moment, Juventus almost forgot their purpose, simply standing there, gazing at the breathtaking scene before them.

Lindis appeared beside him as quickly as a ghost, his previous confidence and composure gone, replaced by intense anxiety and horror.

He urged Juventus on frantically, almost roaring.

"Quickly! Get to work!"

"Damn it! That bitch actually detonated the Rune Array below!"

The Fire Element energy accumulated over ten thousand years in the Fire Leaving Realm is about to erupt, and the entire Secret Realm Space is on the verge of destruction.

She wanted everyone to be buried with them!

The ground shook violently, and space trembled in sync.

Ronan stared in shock at the ancient platform beneath his feet, which resembled a giant black cake floating on red cream, rapidly crumbling and melting.

The cracks on the platform grew more and more numerous, and blinding flames shot out from each crack, then the flames engulfed everything.

A terrifying heatwave surged upwards layer by layer. Ronan tried to fly upwards, but a powerful suction force simultaneously caused the platform ground to collapse. A simple takeoff required him to expend dozens of times more mental energy than usual, and this attraction force continued to intensify.

At the very bottom of the Fire Leaving Realm lies a vast and natural Magic Magnetic Gold Ore Vein. Due to the O'Brien Magic Array, this Magic Magnetic Gold Ore Vein has been continuously absorbing free Fire Element energy over countless years.

Now, the magic circle has collapsed.

Freed from the constraints of the Rune Array, the terrifying Elemental Power accumulated over countless years began to erupt completely, presenting the earth-shattering and terrifying scene before us.

"Export... where is the export location?"

Ronan's mind raced. At this moment, he no longer cared about finding Moriel's "key." A deep silver light appeared in his eyes. With the spatial inheritance of the Minotaur as his blessing, he swept his hands out to the sides in the air in front of him.

Level Five Wizard do not yet possess the ability to freely traverse the void, and Ronan has never attempted short-distance spatial teleportation without a precise target spatial landing point.

If he's not careful during the process, the turbulent spatial currents between the two spatial layers will completely riddle him with holes.

But at this point, Ronan couldn't afford to consider the risks.

The next second, the edge of his palm sliced through the air, revealing a spatial cross-section resembling a twisted mille-feuille pastry, causing his heart to sink rapidly to the bottom.

The massive amounts of Fire Element energy erupting from the ground and the power of the Magic Magnetic Gold even affected the space itself. The originally stable spatial structure has now become unrecognizable. He took a deep breath, weighed his options, and ultimately did not muster the courage to step inside.

Two figures flew swiftly toward Ronan.

Ronan didn't bother to find out who it was. His body exploded into a ball of silver flame and instantly reappeared in another void not far away.

The raging heatwave in the air grew increasingly terrifying. Almost two-thirds of the platform beneath them had been completely engulfed by flames, and lava had submerged the platform. All that could be seen was a distorted and illusory scene under the influence of the high temperature.

At that moment, a shrill whistling sound came from overhead.

"Moriel!"

Ronan looked up and saw Moriel, her body wreathed in flames and covered in layers of crimson wings, her outline almost indistinct, charging wildly through a "cage" made of streaks of platinum arcs of light.

Above the platinum "cage" stands the White Wizard King, one arm outstretched, his eyes indifferent.

Ronan didn't even have time to worry about Moriel before a strong sense of crisis washed over him again.

Several figures appeared silently around him and quickly surrounded him.

Juventus, the gray-braided woman, Gorini, and even Lindis with his shifty expression.

" With Itai!"

Ronan raised his hand, Itai Torrent of titanium, like liquid gold, flowed down his broken body. He endured the stinging pain in his soul caused by the severe overexertion of his mental energy, and the nine Elemental Spirit Crystal reappeared, rapidly gathering the endless Fire Element around him and rolling towards him.

"Spirit Maya"

Ronan narrowed his eyes, a sharp, golden light flashing in them.

With a single hand sweeping across the void before him, countless fragments of musical notes formed from Itai collided, emitting the chanting of the Song of Fire Gold.

Just as he was about to make a desperate attempt, Moriel's second shriek rang out again, this time accompanied by an unprecedentedly loud explosion.

The surging fire wave following the explosion ruffled Ronan's hair. He looked up abruptly and saw that the enormous platinum "cage" above him and the figure of the White Wizard King were now completely engulfed by the incredibly surging crimson-gold fire wave.

Before the terrifying wave of fire could fully erupt, a figure completely enveloped in flames rapidly magnified in his field of vision.

An overwhelming force surged into Ronan's chest. Caught off guard, Ronan was violently shoved and swept away, plummeting rapidly downwards.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down countless times.

Ronan's thoughts stretched endlessly as he fell uncontrollably.

The scenes he had witnessed in the firelight of the Prophet Eve's fireplace were now replaying in his mind with unparalleled clarity.

Every scene perfectly coincides with every single second that I am experiencing right now.

For some reason, Ronan felt unusually calm.

He inexplicably recalled the boundless, breezy blue sea that appeared before him when he was in the town of Restwind Harbor.

Then there was Lier's figure, which should be a memory belonging to the "previous body". She was so small then, holding the rag doll that I gave her tightly in her arms, standing under a cherry tree that had not yet borne fruit, looking at me with joy and anticipation.

And then there was that night of escape after the Helamus Talent Competition, in the silent wilderness, standing by a campfire, watching a huge, burning fireball streak across the sky and fall straight down on him.

Some say that before a person dies, they recall the most unforgettable moments of their life.

It was only at this moment that Ronan realized that these were the memories he found most unforgettable.

What he thought, what he guessed, what he was once proud of, those lives and deaths, those legacies, those battles that hung like medals on the high walls of his memory... all seemed so insignificant at this moment.

The endless Magic Magnetic Gold attraction and waves of fire licked Ronan, and he felt like he was about to melt. He could almost hear his skin, tendons, and bones crackling and burning like damp firewood.

Ronan's heart was enveloped by a great tranquility, as if he were soaking in a newly born hot spring.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Until

A pair of slender, soft arms embraced him tightly.

A pair of soft lips pressed against his, kissing him, then whispered in his ear, as if crying, or perhaps confessing her love.

"... It's all gone, I have nothing left!"

"You're all I have left."

"Ronan, Ronan"

"My blood, my flesh, my bones, all of me are yours."

"Don't forget me!"

"Please... please never forget me."

The next second, the hot, thin, and small person holding him suddenly melted into a pool of flowing water.

It gently enveloped Ronan.

Then it quickly seeped into his body.

To connect with his soul.

Bone and blood intertwined.

It's like wanting to stay with him forever.

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