Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This the Sword You Once Wielded?

"Idiot! What are you all standing there for?! Hurry up and get started!"

The boy's sudden appearance shocked the group of young wizards. Lin Qi, who was in the lead, was the first to react. With a gloomy expression, he urged the stunned Harry to make arrangements quickly.

"You two stay here. You, come with me and hold them off..."

The Flame Giant Axe reappeared. Lin Qi narrowed his eyes, staring at the boy in front of him, and slowly said, "No, it's about taking care of him."

Almost the instant Lin Qi finished speaking, the Flame Giant Axe floating above his head roared and slashed fiercely towards the boy.

The flames surging on the giant axe came into contact with the surrounding icy air currents, generating a large amount of white vapor that formed a rolling white tide that swept forward.

However, the surging white tide suddenly stopped and turned back into countless ice particles, which were suspended in the air for a moment.

The handsome young man holding the Ice Spear casually brushed aside the ice particles as if parting a curtain of crystal beads. Wherever he walked, a chill spread and the heatwave receded.

Lin Qi watched helplessly as the flames on his flaming Flame Giant Axe gradually weakened, and the once bright red axe blade, immersed in ice water, quickly lost its luster. In this air, it seemed as if all the particles of Flame Energy were being mercilessly driven away.

Only the ice-type energy particles were left reveling, worshipping their king from the frigid land! The ferocity on Lin Qi's face froze, and his eyes revealed a deep shock, trembling violently like a flame about to go out on Burning Steel.

For some reason, a sense of despair arose from the bottom of his heart, and the boy's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

The next instant, the external energy [Protection] suddenly shattered silently, and ice crystal spears, wrapped in dark Blue Flame and intertwined with countless mysterious energies, rapidly magnified in the agate-colored pupils.

Lin Qi, enveloped by murderous intent, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was completely entangled by layers of tentacle-like despair, and could hardly muster any will to resist. Only one thought was churning in his mind.

"Who is this monster?!"

Ronan, under the influence of the Domain of Despair, is himself the source of coldness and despair.

Once he gets close, the physical and mental impact on the opponent will surge to several times that of other positions in the area, reaching an extreme.

With the support of [Charged Weapon - Power of Breaking Law], Ronan easily tore through the [Protection] shield and Spiritual Force Field of the level 1 late-stage wizard in front of him, just as the ice crystal spear was about to pierce through the opponent's head.

Ronan quietly stopped the momentum. After a moment's thought, he turned the ice crystal spear in his hand around and used the shaft to sweep across the opponent's cheek. With a muffled thud of a broken facial bone, the late-stage level one Metal Element wizard was sent flying sideways like a sandbag.

Next.

Ronan's white hair danced in the wind, his body enveloped in snow, and he held Ice Spear. It was impossible to tell whether he or the surrounding snow was colder.

When his gaze calmly shifted to another round-faced wizard beside him, the latter instinctively stepped back, and the magical artifacts floating around him began to glow rapidly.

Ronan thrust out his Ice Spear, and the deep blue aurora-like cold current [Penetration] the air and struck a ring-shaped magical artifact. The intense cold air generated instantly froze the artifact, whose surface had begun to glow with runes, into a solid block of ice.

The round-faced wizard, his expression horrified, frantically activated the few remaining magical tools at his side. A blazing flame and a bright blue plasma ball appeared almost simultaneously in the air in front of him.

However, before the two first-tier spells could fly towards their target, Ronan's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

The aura of the Domain of Despair enveloped them at close range, and the two spells that were about to be unleashed weakened at an almost visible speed. The flames and plasma balls shrank rapidly, and then, like fragile balloons, they were gently punctured one by one by the ice crystal spears intertwined with the Power of Breaking Law], torn apart and disintegrated.

As Ronan's spear, spewing icy breath, silently aimed at the round-faced wizard's brow, the wizard, still clutching a dark yellow crystal ball, stared at Ronan with eyes filled with shock and horror, repeatedly muttering, "This is impossible! How could this be?!" Snap!

A figure covered in frost was thrown out of the white courtyard and landed heavily on the dilapidated street covered with ice shards.

There were three similar unconscious figures on the ground of the long street.

Ronan silently withdrew his gaze, carrying four Storage Waist Pouch in one hand and slowly closing the half-closed, rusty iron door with the other.

Turn around.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on a small courtyard covered in snow, refracting countless sparkling crystals.

The courtyard's former desolation and dilapidation were concealed, and at this moment it appeared somewhat beautiful.

Bennigo sat amidst this beautiful, crystalline scene, silently exhaling smoke.

Ronan slowly walked up, revealing a small black wooden box containing the seeds of the Saint Blood Tree in his hand, and tossed it out.

The wooden box traced a perfect arc in the afterglow of the setting sun before being caught steadily by Bennigo.

"You were right not to kill them."

Bennigo looked at the wooden box in his hand, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood, and said in a low voice, "The Arcane Circle encourages internal competition, but does not allow internal friction."

No one can bear the punishment for killing a fellow soldier.

"So that's why you've been able to live until now?"

Ronan remained expressionless. "If I had known this, I should have left the seeds by the door and turned to leave; or I should have waited until they were done with you before coming in."

To be honest, Ronan already regretted it.

He came to Bennigo simply to fulfill his promise to lend him the Saint Blood Tree seed.

Upon arriving and seeing the suddenly appearing Rune Array, he realized that Bennigo was in danger within the array. He hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to make a move.

Perhaps it's because he wants to repay Bennigo for what he gave him outside of the deal?

Or was he pitying that unanswered communication Rune Stone? Ronan himself wasn't sure.

But he now truly regrets it; the price of his impulsive act is that he has completely given up the opportunity to escape the quagmire.

The Storage Waist Pouch he snatched from the four wizards he had knocked unconscious were a small consolation for Ronan —since he had already offended them, it didn't matter if he offended them even more.

Ronan felt a lump in his throat, but he had nowhere to vent it, because it was entirely his own fault.

However, this feeling of frustration quickly dissipated.

——

This is a piece of black metal, roughly the size of a human head, with a cold and hard appearance.

It was quietly placed in front of Ronan.

What are you doing?

Ronan looked surprised and astonished.

Just seconds before, he had watched as this stuff flowed out of Bennigo's body like oil and then crawled straight to his feet.

As a novice Metal Element wizard, he knew very well what this piece of metal meant.

In the tradition of Metal Element Spell Inheritance, many spells require a medium to unleash their full power. Therefore, almost every Metal Element wizard carries a special metal with them as a medium for casting spells.

In fact, the medium of magic is quite important in the lineage of many magic systems.

For example, Plant-Type Wizard usually need to carry a large number of plant seeds with them, Undead Arts wizards need to keep various pieces of flesh and bones on hand. The black metal in front of Ronan is undoubtedly Bennigo's magical medium. Without this metal, Bennigo's strength would decrease by at least two-thirds, or even more.

The fact that the wizards who had previously caused trouble for Bennigo were also after this metal proves its power and value.

Now it seems Bennigo intends to give this thing to him?!

"It's not easy to get someone as smart as you to make a stupid mistake like this. I'm even a little flattered."

Bennigo, holding his pipe, slowly stood up from the steps.

His clothes were completely soaked with blood and sweat, there was a horrifying and hideous wound on his neck, and the ulcer on his left cheek seemed to have worsened.

But there was no trace of injury or inhuman suffering in his eyes.

"Consider this... as extra compensation?"

Ronan frowned slightly, looking at the black metal at his feet with great interest.

In the past three days, he has successfully mastered the core Metal Element spell, [Animated Metal], and now he is just missing a suitable metal medium.

My original plan was to just pick out any item from a religious supplies store and use it for now.

But putting aside whether he has enough magic stones to buy even the cheapest piece of alchemical metal, the common metals in the magic item shop are definitely no match for Bennigo's metal, which even a level two Arcane Circle wizard would fight over.

"Alright, no need to hesitate any longer."

Seeing Ronan hesitate, Bennigo calmly said, "I never take back what I give away."

And"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Although Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, it is an extremely rare magical medium even for second-level Metal Element wizards, and its properties are excellent in all aspects."

However, its drawbacks are equally obvious: its inherent energy can cause strong corrosive damage to the physical body.

"Once your soul strength is insufficient to suppress this backlash..."

Bennigo reached out and touched his left cheek, which was covered in large, rusty patches, and whispered, "You'll end up like me."

To be honest, I don't even know if handing it over to you now is a good thing for you.

"Is it because of the continuous erosion by dark energy particles?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he gently raised his hand to take the piece of black metal from the ground into his own.

Even if Bennigo hadn't said anything, he had already sensed the unusual nature of this metal.

It is actually a rather rare Darkness-Type material, constantly emitting strong Darkness-Type energy particles.

Under the sunlight, one can clearly observe that the metal surface is actually emitting wisps of black mist, which is almost solidified dark energy.

However, Ronan felt that this side effect of Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big problem for him.

Because of his [[Immaculate Body]], he possessed a vast sphere of light formed from condensed life force, capable of instantly repairing hidden injuries within his body and expelling various free energy particles that attempted to harm it. Ronan's mental energy quietly surged forth, and with the casting of the [Animated Metal] spell, the black metal block in his hand slightly levitated before melting back into a liquid state, flowing continuously like a mass of black mercury.

"Bennigo, is this your sword?"

Ronan squinted, examining the black mass in his hand in the setting sun.

Gradually, the black color began to extend upwards, growing rapidly like a plant.

Finally, it grew into a thick, black, and beautifully designed one-handed longsword, which floated quietly in Ronan's palm.

Under the sunlight, the longsword was enveloped in a wisp of black smoke, which seemed to contain some strange Magic Power. If you looked at it for too long, it seemed to draw in your eyes and soul.

"It will become even more splendid in my hands from now on."

Ronan looked at the longsword in his hand and murmured to himself. His long, slender fingers slowly gripped the hilt, feeling the slight coolness of the metal.

Since Bennigo had already put it this way, there was no point in him refusing or being coy anymore.

As Bennigo said, this is a kind of "compensation" for the risks he took in this move.

Because whether he likes it or not, from today onwards they will be bound together even more closely.

"Let's talk somewhere else. I probably can't stay here any longer."

Seeing that Ronan had put away the Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Bennigo's expression softened. After looking around, he called out to him to leave together.

Ronan did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

The two walked together out of the courtyard.

As Ronan passed through the long street in front of the gate, he saw four wizards lying on the ground and couldn't help but ask, "Which old enemy of yours sent these guys?"

Bennigo shook his head and denied it, saying, "Not an old rival."

It was someone I didn't know, named Travis.

It's probably one of the rising stars of the Arcane Circle in recent years.

A figure slowly walked along the dilapidated and desolate street.

This is a very young man.

His face was thin, his skin was pale, and his fingers were long, slender, and beautiful.

Her long, jet-black hair was meticulously combed, and she wore black diamond stud earrings on both earlobes.

He wore a beautiful Silver Magic Robe with three silver rings on the left breast.

Despite the radiance constantly emanating from his robes, the man exuded an inexplicable aura of darkness and profundity.

He was like a shadow that could devour light; when he appeared at the end of the long street, the entire street became even darker and more sinister because of him.

The young man soon arrived at 131 Copper Ingot Street had been almost completely leveled.

Four unconscious figures lay sprawled haphazardly on the street outside the gate.

Inside, it was a chaotic battlefield of magic, with traces of frost still visible everywhere.

The young man's gaze lingered briefly on the bodies of the four wizard followers on the street, a chill running through his eyes, though his face remained expressionless throughout.

The man then went into the courtyard and took a short walk around.

After he left, a Communication Stone appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

The man spoke calmly into the Communication Stone.

"I am Travis."

"Contact Lanny for me, just tell him..."

"I have something that everyone is interested in, and I hope to sit down and have a good talk with him."

"It's about Bennigo and his successor."