Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 301 - 155: I’ve seen this kind of fire-breathing ant, [Spatial Stasis Staff]

Chapter 301: Chapter 155: I’ve seen this kind of fire-breathing ant, [Spatial Stasis Staff]

"Thump-thump—bang-bang—bang-bang—"

Ronan could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, different from the usual rhythm, carrying an ancient, primitive melody.

The Bloodline Crystal inserted in his heart was releasing strands of dark blue vapor at a speed far beyond normal, these vapors, filled with the essence of the bloodline, circulated throughout his body with the blood, and once again, the slippery, sharp voice he had heard in his dreams resounded in Ronan’s ears.

"Ice Frost... Hekarter... Ice Frost!... Hekarter!..."

Ancient evil consciousness continuously assaulted Ronan’s nerves, and he breathed heavily.

Every breath he exhaled formed intricate and exquisite ice patterns before his eyes.

A great amount of violent, fierce, and evil desires arose from the depth of Ronan’s heart, fueling him with an intense impulse to freeze everything and shred everything apart.

This was a process Soraya had mentioned in her "Bloodline Transplant" research notes, a necessary ordeal during bloodline fusion.

To overcome and harness the Magic Beast will residual in the bloodline using one’s own will was crucial; failure would lead to falling into an abyss without end.

However, the bloodline inherited from the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake contained a will belonging to the lord of Ancient Magical Beasts far surpassing any predictions Soraya had made in her notes.

Its perilous nature, only Ronan himself understood clearly.

"Hekarter.."

Ronan took a deep breath, quietly entering the [Lake of Thoughtlessness] state.

The violent thoughts surged with the bloodline were quickly frozen and sunk to the bottom of his heart’s lake.

Ronan calmed down again, his consciousness gradually returning to clarity.

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar suddenly emerged, the struggling and opposing force in his palm surged out, accompanied by a slight burning sensation, growing more intense.

Ronan looked up, his face completely covered in dense, fiery patterns reflected in the crimson snake-like eyes, seemingly with curved red horns growing on top, and the eye sockets nearly turning into black hollows where crazy and evil orange-golden flames blazed fiercely...

"Burn...burn everything!"

The bizarre creature let out a low growl at Ronan, the voice like several different pitches stacked together, creating a strong sense of discomfort.

Fragments of images flashed abruptly through his mind.

Ronan suddenly remembered, in the remote Ancient times, "he" had seen this creature—a kind of ant that emitted fire all over, stupidly running around in volcanoes. Once his breath froze their territory, they, in ignorance and fearlessness, would roar furiously and ludicrously at him, just like now.

Of course, the most amusing part was that, once crushed at this moment... their frail and tiny bodies would "pop" into a beautiful cluster of sparks.

"How nostalgic..."

Ronan murmured in a low, hoarse whisper, gently releasing his grip on the other’s neck....

...

"In the name of the Ancient Demon Flame!..."

Igor’s roar vibrated through the Void, the power emerging from deeper within the bloodline turned into fiercer flames, incinerating the shock and fear lodged in his heart.

He broke free from the hand that had restrained him, standing in place, bellowing out a violent roar.

He could feel the Flame Demon Blood belonging to the Sajiers Family reviving within him, and with each passing second, he was growing stronger.

The extinguished flames rapidly reignited, the despised Ice Frost drifted far from him.

At this moment, the man who had always been known by the name of his elder brother seemed no longer fearsome at all, he was so close to him.

Take his place!

Become the new "King" of the family!

A strong desire surged in Igor’s heart, he even wanted to thank this filthy, despicable, foul-smelling Frost Blood; if not for it, he wouldn’t have awakened his bloodline so swiftly.

"Roar!"

Igor was engulfed in crimson-gold flames, his voice emitting an extremely exhilarating roar.

At this moment, he was the Flame Demon wielding the Ancient Fire, the King of fire who incinerated the world, under whose feet the world would groan, wail, and turn into charred ashes...

However, the next second, all delusive fantasies abruptly ended.

A grim and giant hand, with fingertips entwined with dark blue Ice Frost, suddenly appeared, tearing through layers of flames, gripping Igor’s cheek and head, and then fiercely swinging downward...

"Boom!"

The vast platform emitted a sound of violent shaking and shock, the Ancient Frost returned with a vengeance, instantly swallowing all the fiery essence.

The red flames were quickly buried under ancient ice and snow, rolling cold air surged like a tsunami across the platform, stirring up disturbances.

Within the boundless frost and snow, one could faintly see—

A long-haired, slender, and bewitching dark blue figure, repeatedly smashing a slightly reddened figure onto the ground...

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

"Boom roll!"

The massive sound transmitted through the Spell projection screen, outside the Secret Realm, the group of young Wizards standing on Mirror Lake watched the scene depicted intently, their gazes slightly twitching.

Even through a layer of the screen, they could feel the terrible and violent power contained in each strike.

Ice Frost devouring flames, the primal forces clashing.

In the vast arena, eerily quiet, a strange atmosphere silently flowed.

Finally.

No sound came from the screen anymore, all movements gradually quieted down.

The ancient Ice Frost settled down, and the figure obscured by the snowstorm was revealed again.