Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 60 - 59 Kill!
Chapter 60: Chapter 59 Kill!
Nephilim’s Key_2
Chapter 60 -59 Kill!
Nephilim’s Key_2
[Energy Missile]!
Although it is only at Expert Level complete.
But under the boost of Ronan’s spiritual power as a Level 7 Apprentice, this Energy Missile still erupted with terrifying power beyond a general Advanced Zero Rank Spell.
During the process where the deep blue, nearly black, huge Light Ball roared forward, the accumulated snow on both sides of the street melted, whipped up into a harsh gale by the high-pressure energy field!
Faced with two opponents, Ronan didn’t want to activate the Extraordinary Magic Realm at the start, which might have instantly eliminated one, but would also leave him in a momentary state of ‘Weak Void Blue.’
Even though he carried spiritual power recovery Potions, drinking them and waiting for their effects also took time.
The terrifying blue-black Light Ball collided with several dark green Corrosive Missiles and exploded loudly.
Both Black Robes retreated due to the aftermath of the spell explosion, expressions flashing with shock.
Ronan, bracing against the aftermath and the chaotic surges of Energy Particles, forcefully burst out from the center of the explosion, lifting his left hand, a red glow flashing between his palms.
Immediately following, a fist-sized fireball and another Expert Level Energy Missile were already flying towards the closest Black Robe.
The latter was clearly startled, rapidly retreating with a glow of an Energy Shield shining on him, while Ronan, his robe billowing, chased after him like a large bird…
The other Bald Man meanwhile started chanting swiftly with a gloomy expression.
“Boom!”
A violent explosion sounded from afar, several buildings collapsed tumultuously.
The chanting Bald Man glanced towards the direction of the commotion out of the corner of his eye, his face twitching slightly, but his chanting remained unaffected.
However, just at that moment, a figure appeared silently close to him like a ghost.
The Bald Man was shocked, but feeling the intact, undamaged Advanced Energy Shield still around him, his expression quickly stabilized again.
Then, looking coldly at his opponent as if he was observing a dead man.
His Magic Wand slightly raised, the nearly fully channeled Spell was about to strike his opponent squarely.
However, the latter seemed to have not seen his action at all, and with an expressionless face, made a sword-swinging gesture with his Magic Wand, like a common swordsman. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
A watery glim of faint light tore through the wand, sharpness burst forth, and then silently slashed on the Bald Man’s outer Protective Shield.
At the moment of impact, the hand gripping the head of the wand clenched tightly, exerting force, exploding…
“Bang!”
The glow of the Protective Shield suddenly shattered, blue faint light flashed and vanished in the night…
“Uh uh…”
With both hands desperately clutching his throat, still unable to stop the copious blood seeping through his fingers, the Bald Man’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he fell backward.
Ronan forcefully wiped the blood splashed on his face, holding the sword with one hand, his expression slightly grim as he directed his gaze towards the remaining Black Robe and strode forward.
“Advanced Apprentice?
Black Robe?!..
Hah!..”
Having dealt with one opponent, Ronan now appeared much more composed.
With the black sword, stained with the dead Bald Man’s blood, its tip dragging slowly and leaving a long trace on the snowy ground.
Ronan’s eyes fixed on the disappearing figure of the remaining Black Robe, he pulled out a Potion from his waist pouch, bit off the cork, and slowly drank it.
A spiritual power recovery Potion, even the lowest level cost thirty Low-level Magic Stones per bottle, but cost was no longer a concern at this moment.
Ronan knew clearly that his earlier Expert Level Energy Missile hadn’t caused much damage to the opponent, as he had focused almost all his attention on the close-range sneak attack on the other Bald Black Robe.
This guy was stronger than the dead Bald Black Robe, probably already at Apprentice Level 9.
Hiding for so long without fleeing, he must definitely be preparing some powerful Spell…
Just as he was thinking, Ronan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
Almost without time to think, he instinctively rolled to the side.
“Whoosh——”
Ronan only glimpsed a rich, dark shadow, like a swiftly extending scythe silently sliding towards him.
The chilling, icy breath, even from a distance, gave him goosebumps on his back.
A large swathe of black shadow silently fell over the spot where Ronan had just stood, leaving a deep, narrow trench on the ground.
Almost without any pause, the shadow surged, another bone-chilling icy slash coming horizontally at Ronan.
Ronan darted about like a flea being chased, dodging relentlessly.
Everywhere he passed, the hard ground cracked, houses rapidly collapsed, all breakage surfaces smooth and flat, like butter sliced by a hot knife.
It was unimaginable, the “sharpness” falling on a person, what a terrifying destructive power it would be.
“Phew——”
Seizing an opportunity, Ronan shattered the stone slab beneath his feet, his whole body shot out far away.
The billowing Grey Robe was grazed by the following shadow, a large piece of the hem fluttering lightly onto the snowy ground.
Ronan, expressionless, his spiritual power recharged like water about to boil, wisps of Magic Domain’s aura rose around him, Master Level [Energy Missile – Particle Torrent] was ready to be deployed at any moment.
By now the Black Robe who had been relentlessly pursuing Ronan also stepped out from the darkness, his Spell apparently finished, the rolling shadow dissipating.
Under the Black Robe, those eyes deeply looked at Ronan, filled with shock and wariness.
