Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 72 - 63 No One Will Grieve for Your Death_3
Chapter 72: Chapter 63: No One Will Grieve for Your Death_3
Chapter 72 -63: No One Will Grieve for Your Death_3
When Ronan expressionlessly sheathed his longsword, grabbed the corner of his magic robe and slowly wiped his blood-red hand, Reiny, the originator of the mess, was still dizzy and had not yet recovered from the tense guilt of the disaster.
“Never..
again.”
Ronan’s lips silently moved, coldly staring at Reiny.
The latter desperately nodded, just about to make some promise, but in the next second, his expression turned to horror as he looked at something behind Ronan.
Ronan swiftly drew his sheathed longsword and slashed towards the direction Reiny was looking at.
A ghost-faced flower that was severed soared into the air, its center showing the pale face of a woman who screamed in fear after witnessing the brutal “murder” of her companion…
Ronan wanted to do more to stop it, but it was already too late.
“Ah!——”
The woman’s last scream echoed through the flower field, piercingly loud amidst a dead silence.
“Go!”
Knowing there was no turning back, Ronan motioned to Reiny and sprinted forward.
The scream seemed like a signal, spreading far and wide.
Ronan witnessed ghost-faced flowers awakening one after another along the path, quickening in pace, like a sequence of falling dominoes.
Ronan ran swiftly, his feet splattering dark red soil with each step, his cloak billowing behind him, and he raised his right hand, gathering a massive amount of energy particles, the light twisting in his palm…
When the energy reached its peak, Ronan fiercely flung the energy missile forward.
The enormous blue-black energy light ball roared like a hurricane, bulldozing everything in its path, countless ghost-faced flowers torn to shreds…
But as Ronan was about to step out of the flower field, he suddenly felt the mud under his feet tremble.
The next second, it seemed like a massive creature burst from underground, Reiny’s panicked cries coming from behind.
Ronan quickly turned around, his pupils reflecting a super ghost-faced flower that was over ten meters tall. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
This creature had only half its body emerging from the ground, its roots extending from the huge hole like giant snakes.
Reiny, caught by a root of the super ghost-faced flower, dangled in the air like a grasshopper tied with a rope, waving his magic tool wildly.
“Damn it!”
Ronan clenched his teeth, unable to bring himself to abandon Reiny.
Countless ghost-faced flowers screeched as they climbed from the earth, rushing viciously towards him.
Ronan ignored them, his gaze fixed on the super ghost-faced flower.
“Fortunately, the human face on the flower hasn’t fully formed.
It looks intimidating due to its size, but its strength is only advanced zero rank…”
Believing he still had the strength, Ronan decided to attempt a rescue.
Ghost-faced flower kings are known for their deceptive strength; they can keep expanding as long as they are fed enough flesh, a favorite guardian for many Black Robed Wizards.
Tapping the ground lightly with his magic wand, he muttered a magic spell shortly, eight bright electric snakes surged from the bottom of the black wand, racing in a fan-shaped pattern from Ronan’s feet.
Under [Electric Light Flowing], swathes of ghost-faced flowers screamed and smoked as they collapsed, clearing the path before Ronan.
Seizing the opportunity, Ronan took a deep breath, his figure shooting forward like an arrow, turning into a blurry shadow, exploding underneath his feet just as he was about to crash into the ghost-faced flower king, leaping high up like a great bird…
“Iris..
my dear Iris…”
In mid-air, Reiny, entangled by the roots of the ghost-faced flower king, had given up struggling, his expression sorrowful, his gaze hazy, muttering softly: “Forgive me for leaving, don’t you ever feel sad…”
“Boom!”
Interrupted by a loud explosion, Reiny suddenly woke up, feeling a blinding energy light ball explode next to him.
The blast wave tossed him and the entangling roots high into the air, pain-filled, angry howls from the ghost-faced flower king echoed in his ears…
Reiny tumbled across the flower field like a forcefully kicked ball, face covered in dirt and disheveled.
As he dazedly resumed consciousness, he saw a figure in a grey robe striding through the shattered remnants of screaming ghost-faced flowers and stepping in front of him.
Bending over…
A strong hand forcefully pulled Reiny from the ground, followed by a deep, indifferent voice in his ear.
“Stop being foolish..
your Iris would not be saddened by your death.
She would happily take your pension money, and roll in the sheets with your best friend…”
