Ruin Monster

"Finnir's Will sent his henchmen to capture you?"

Ronan spoke.

I guess so.

Fawara explained softly, "This Fountain of Freedom was discovered by us together."

Ronan understood; no wonder Fawara seemed to have anticipated the appearance of the Black Robe Wizard.

"Fawara!"

The Black Robe Wizard, shrouded in billowing black smoke, spoke. Ronan read smugness, pleasure, resentment, and other emotions on his sinister face. Despite having a face that was extremely similar to Fawara's, he seemed to harbor an extreme and deep hatred for him.

Do you think you can escape?

The Black Robe Wizard laughed loudly, glanced at Ronan briefly, and then paid him no further attention.

Clearly, Ronan, who appears to be only at level five, is an insignificant figure in his eyes, even though he is currently walking alongside Fawara.

Ronan sized up the Black Robe Wizard in front of him, noticing that more and more figures were appearing behind and around him.

There were fifteen figures in total, each emanating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations befitting a late-stage level six wizard. Among them, including the Black Robe Wizard at the head, three possessed auras almost comparable to Fawara, practically touching the threshold of Level Seven Twilight.

These people surrounded Ronan and his companion in a near-circular shape, their auras intertwined, forming an impenetrable formation in the void.

The song emanating from the nearby Fountain of Freedom also completely ceased, as if startled by the pressure, and even the fountain itself lowered considerably.

Ronan looked at Fawara and surprisingly didn't see much panic on Fawara's face.

"Ready."

A sudden surge of consciousness resonated in Ronan's mind.

"What?!"

Ronan was slightly taken aback, but the next second he saw Fawara already heading towards the Black Robe Wizard.

Three fist-sized elemental orbs appeared out of nowhere, their dazzling light lifting Fawara's body upwards.

Ronan reacted quickly. Seeing Fawara take the initiative, he moved towards the direction of the Fountain of Freedom, clutching the teleportation "nut" tightly in his hand.

Almost the instant he moved, a sense of alarm rose from the bottom of his heart.

The next second, dark green thorns sprouted densely from Ronan's head, body, and feet. Each thorn trembled with a terrifying aura belonging to the Forbidden Law Domain. Countless dark green thorns, like countless monstrous hands, swiftly grabbed at him.

Ronan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he was about to make a move when he heard a low shout from above Fawara.

"Burst!"

"Boom!"

A terrifying surge of energy erupted like a flood, causing the white earth beneath their feet to tremble violently and crack open with numerous narrow fissures.

Ronan heard the "scream" from the Fountain of Freedom, looked up, and saw three bright, dazzling "suns" suddenly appearing in the sky!

Those were Fawara's three elemental orbs, at least sixth-tier Dawn super artifacts, which he detonated without hesitation. The power released shattered the "iron bucket" formation that had been looming over the two of them, and even swept away the dark green thorns that had been surrounding Ronan.

The rampant energy stirred up [Rage] air currents, and amidst the successive explosions, one could vaguely hear the Black Robe Wizard's furious roar and his reprimands directed at someone.

Ronan's feet touched solid ground, he squinted, and quickened his pace toward the Fountain of Freedom.

He discovered that the Fountain of Freedom seemed to be alive; it had previously screamed like a frightened girl, and now its entire "body" was constantly shrinking into the ground, with the fountain visible on the earth's surface becoming smaller and smaller.

"Call--"

Fawara suddenly appeared beside Ronan, and as soon as he landed, he made a forceful arm-swinging motion forward.

The black barrier between the two and the Fountain of Freedom had long since disappeared. A white object fell straight into the Fountain of Freedom. The Fountain of Freedom, which had been startled and retreating, immediately calmed down after the object fell in, and the gurgling water began to flow out again.

"Hurry up!"

After doing all this, Fawara immediately urged Ronan to speed up.

At this moment, Ronan suddenly stopped, stretched out a hand, and pressed it hard on Fawara's shoulder.

The moment Ronan's palm touched Fawara, both of them were enveloped in silver light and vanished in a flash.

Immediately following, one after another, dark green holes appeared without warning where the two had just been standing. These holes rapidly expanded, creating countless black cracks in the void.

"You think you can escape the encirclement of the entire Elder Council with such meager tricks?"

The figures of wizards reappeared, and the leader, a Black Robe Wizard, raised his hand with a cold smile, completely extinguishing the three "suns" in the sky that were almost dead. "Then you are far too naive, Fawara."

The Black Robe Wizard's gaze locked onto Ronan and his companion, who had reappeared. This time, his gaze lingered on Ronan for an extra breath, clearly indicating that the Space Magic Ronan had just used had left an impression on him.

"You are calmer than I expected."

Here, Fawara calmed his slightly disordered breathing and gave Ronan a meaningful look.

Ronan shook his head and said calmly, "Don't forget Rick is still in my hands. I can just hand him over. You've even self-destructed your personal magical artifact; what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? You'd better use them as soon as possible."

Fawara smiled but didn't say anything.

At this moment, the Black Robe Wizard opposite was still spouting meaningless "garbage talk," and a wizard from the Valensador Elder Council next to him also spoke up, expressing his "advice" to Fawara, who seemed to be an old friend with a good relationship with Fawara.

But Fawara did not respond. He simply turned the Space Ring and Ronan saw an ancient scroll appear in Fawara's hand. The scroll had a living purple eye embedded in its surface and was still slowly rotating.

"Bopi... Li."

Fawara uttered a low, obscure incantation. Ronan, standing beside Fawara, could clearly sense a strange, inexplicable aura emanating from the scroll in his hand.

The insults and admonitions from the other side stopped abruptly, and an eerie silence fell over the arena.

Suddenly, the Black Robe Wizard, who looked remarkably like Fawara, seemed to realize something, his expression changing drastically as he hissed, "Not good!"

Before the wizards could even make a move, Fawara's spell was already coming to an end.

He suddenly raised the old scroll in his hand high, and then ripped it open.

Ronan saw the purple eyes on the scroll surface suddenly emit an eerie and mysterious light, followed by several purplish-red tentacles that darted out from the torn scroll like snakes.

"Call--"

The shattered scroll released a blinding white light, transforming into an ever-expanding vortex from which strange tentacles emerged one after another.

Upon contact with the air on the field, it immediately inflates rapidly like a balloon.

"Roar--"

A low growl, like that of a lion or tiger, was heard, interspersed with what sounded like the bleating of sheep.

An ancient and oppressive aura swept across the entire battlefield like a hurricane, and in an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with countless writhing tentacles.

Each of these tentacles was over ten meters thick and hundreds of meters long, with dark purple surfaces covered in bright red growths and black, unidentified viscous fluid constantly dripping down, making them indescribably grotesque and disgusting.

Each of the Valensador Elder Council surrounding the two was entangled by at least three tentacles. Powerful sixth-order spells rose and fell, and even Elemental Spirit Avatar were constantly being summoned. Among them, the Black Robe Wizard who hated Fawara to the extreme was clearly receiving "special treatment." He was besieged by more than a dozen tentacles and kept making sounds of shock and anger in his disheveled state.

Fawara, who had previously detonated three of his portable magic orbs without a second thought, now wore a faint expression of pain on his face.

Perhaps sensing Ronan's curiosity, he whispered to Ronan, "Years ago, I traveled to a deserted secret realm and encountered an ancient being called the 'Ruin Monster'."

Just like Finnir, the entire secret realm is completely integrated with it.

I made a pact with it, exchanging hundreds of years of feeding it for a single act of kindness from it.

"An ancient creature?!"

Ronan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Fawara nodded. "This is only a tiny, insignificant part of its body, but theoretically it should be able to help me deal with at least a Level Seven Twilight -level threat."

Once the tentacles of the so-called ancient creature "Ruin Monster" mentioned by Fawara were summoned, the situation on the field was completely reversed.

All the Elder Council wizards were overwhelmed by the terrifying purplish-red tentacles that were almost completely immune to sixth-order spells, and had no time to capture Ronan and his companion. The pressure on the two of them disappeared instantly, and Fawara's expression completely relaxed. He even began to calmly walk step by step toward the location of the Fountain of Freedom.

"With this kind of ability, you really have no reason to cooperate with me..."

Ronan chatted casually with Fawara as they walked.

"No, without your spatial artifact, I might not have been able to get here; I might have been stopped halfway by Luse and his men."

As they spoke, the two finally arrived at the Fountain of Freedom.

At that moment, a low growl came from behind. The avatar of an Elder Council wizard was ripped apart by a purplish-red tentacle and then wrapped around, about to be sent directly into the hideous maw that suddenly split open in the middle of the tentacle.

Ronan saw Fawara frown slightly, then his lips moved rapidly as if communicating with someone. Immediately afterward, the crimson tentacle that had been wrapped around the Elder Council wizard behind them reluctantly closed its "mouth," and Ronan escaped unharmed.

Ronan was at a loss for words to comment on his indecisiveness in the face of enemies who came to kill him.

However, if Fawara didn't have this kind of personality, he would never have been willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of "world order stability."

"Follow my instructions."

Perhaps because he had made a request to the Ruin Monster that it "do not kill anyone," Fawara finally turned his attention back to the Fountain of Freedom in front of the two of them.

Upon closer inspection of the Fountain of Freedom, Ronan discovered that each drop of water that made up the Fountain of Freedom was composed of incredibly pure and concentrated spatial energy.

Within each drop of "water," there seemed to be inscribed incredibly exquisite and complex runes, which in turn combined to form a constantly changing and indescribably complex spatial array.

After advancing to the Grandmaster level in [Space Mirror Art], Ronan became extremely sensitive to spatial attributes. He barely sensed it before, and his consciousness almost became lost and immersed in it.

"Never underestimate the wisdom of ancient shamans."

Alazan's voice pulled Ronan out of his reverie.

"I never had that idea."

Ronan took a deep breath and answered in his mind.

He glanced to the side, but Fawara seemed oblivious to his momentary lapse in concentration.

At that moment, Fawara was gently crushing a nut, then pricking his index finger and carefully dripping a little blood into the crack of the nut.

Ronan saw a soft, pink, tongue-like thing slowly spit out of the nut.

"Next, all you need to do is make your choice."

After doing all this, Fawara spoke to Ronan as he tossed the nuts in his hand toward the Fountain of Freedom, saying, "The Fountain of Freedom will naturally send you wherever you want to go."

"Okay, now we can release that little guy."

The nut, with its pink little tongue sticking out, drew a graceful parabola in the air, while a splash of water gushed out from the nearby Fountain of Freedom, making a "kissing" shape in the process.

Ronan was about to open the Mist Space to release the curly-haired boy when, suddenly, everything seemed to freeze.

An inexplicable and powerful force completely sealed off the void and all energy.

The ever-flowing Fountain of Freedom stood still, like a sculpture made of cement, and the nut that Fawara threw landed in mid-air, just a hand's breadth away from the Fountain of Freedom.

Fawara's relaxed expression Stasis.

He didn't even bother to reach out and catch the nut he had already thrown; he suddenly turned around.

Beneath the crescent moon, shaped like three sickles, a beam of cold moonlight descended from the sky like a staircase.

The distant howls of wolves seemed to come from the other side of the Black Night.

The writhing, wildly dancing Ruin Monster all froze in place, the scene eerily quiet, like an oil painting filled with a cold and gloomy style.

As the silhouette of a giant black wolf descended the moonlit staircase step by step, the Black Robe Wizard Luse, who was almost bound like a dumpling by a dozen Ruin Monster, began to show a wildly joyful expression. Ignoring the heavy restraints on his body, he let out a piercing and sharp laugh.

Conversely, Fawara's expression grew increasingly serious.

Ronan saw the shadow of the giant black wolf transform into a tall, upright young man exuding an ancient and wild aura as it reached mid-air.

His long hair swayed slightly in the cold moonlight, like a wolf's mane, and his chest was tattooed with an ancient totem similar to the one on the black giant wolf from before.

He stopped at the highest point of the battlefield, his pupils shrinking to two black vertical lines as he coldly looked down at Ronan and his companion, like a dark king descending from the night.

"Lord Gonitz!"

Luse's shout broke the silence. The appearance of the young man seemed to unleash his boundless potential. He broke free from the restraints of more than a dozen purplish-red tentacles and knelt respectfully before the young man.

The other Elder Council wizards, who had temporarily escaped the tentacles' grasp, all retreated to either side of the youth, adopting a respectful posture.

The only reason why the Elder Council, all of whom were late-stage level six wizards, would behave this way was...

"Level Seven Twilight expert."

Ronan spoke slowly.

"Not just Level Seven Twilight"

Fawara's voice held a hint of bitterness as he spoke softly, "He is the true executor of Finnir's Will, Son of Finnir."