Chapter 745: Chapter 381: [Sajadi Corpse Court]! Fate... Unpredictable
From beginning to end, Ronan had only one opponent—
The "new prophet" hidden behind the ajar door!
Ronan was unclear how the other party "targeted" him. He stepped into this battlefield seeking clues to the "Awakening Snake," yet it felt like he stumbled into some carefully crafted "game board."
The man-made "hand of fate" kept meddling, contrary to his original intention of treading the wizard’s path, stirring his heart into total rebellion.
The pair of eyes behind the ajar door quietly watched Ronan without any response.
Ronan clenched his right hand, as the Sea of Death Power in the bloodlines of ancient power roared and surged, and the golden gear imprint on his wrist made "crackling" sounds under strain, as if on the verge of bursting.
"Boom!"
Ronan thrust down with a spear, the infinite power of the Dead Sea radiated from the long spear’s eight-blade tip, transforming into a solid, twisted blood-colored light, and in an instant, pierced through Salanqi below.
In the state of the True Spirit, Salanqi staggered backward, even if his face was unclear, one could feel his shocked and chaotic emotional waves.
"Sajadi..."
Salanqi formed seals with both hands, uttering obscure, unknown spell syllables.
Waves of bizarre and uncanny spell ripples radiated from him, and the backdrop of that ghostly realm rose once again, the totem of the eight-armed black scorpion appeared, seemingly only starting to truly operate now.
"Boom—Boom—"
Ronan’s eyes slightly narrowed, unexpectedly feeling a hint of heavy pressure weighing down on him.
The sky’s light above rapidly dimmed, the layers of blood color belonging to the Dead Sea receded.
He saw ancient altars behind Salanqi converging towards one spot, as if to form another shape.
"Creak creak creak—"
In an instant, it transformed into a larger and more ancient circular altar.
What Ronan could see seemed to be just a small part of this altar, most of it submerged in the endless, deep dark behind Salanqi.
But even so, it was like a corner of an ancient, decayed royal court, making one feel an indescribable sense of desolation, weight, and timeless majesty abiding through the rivers of time.
The three blurred ghost shadows previously crushed by Ronan reappeared, all standing atop that gigantic altar.
Blue flames ignited beneath their feet, transforming into countless blue scorpions, "clattering" as they devoured frantically.
The three blurred ghost shadows opened their mouths, silently screaming in pain, yet one by one, they knelt down, devout as if welcoming something.
"Sacrifice?!"
In an instant, Ronan understood the meaning of the scene before him, his eyes flashed slightly.
It was the first time he’d seen a spell achieved by sacrificing one’s own undead servants.
With a Primordial Spirit rank as high as seven stars, and the ongoing heritage array, it seemed Salanqi used all his power to drive this strange spell ritual.
Even so, his seven spirit crystals, representing his power source, continued to dim, and the space of this battlefield, nearly all dark and undead series free energy particles were drained.
"Is this the heritage of the Witch Heart Hall?"
Ronan frowned, looking around, hoping to find answers from the remaining wizards of the Witch Heart Hall.
But he only saw faces with inexplicable fanaticism and devotion, especially those five-level elites led by Urian, each cutting their palms, letting blood flow freely.
The blood was drawn by an invisible force, forming bloodlines converging towards Salanqi, merging into the ancient altar ritual, condensing into a scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern.
They were also chanting something, yet the specific spell content was completely inaudible, seemingly echoing the syllables released by Salanqi.
Ronan patiently waited, without interference, inhaling and exhaling light halos, as the Dead Sea paused.
The power at the depth of the Dead Sea had already been successfully triggered, the close combat system ascending. Now, only a breakthrough in [Ascetic Body Refinement] remained.
That was the last thin layer of paper, easily pierced.
This moment was exactly the opportunity Ronan wanted.
"Huff—"
The three blurred ghost shadows on the ancient altar were entirely devoured by the blue flame scorpions, the sacrifice completed.
The countless blue scorpions that devoured the three ghost shadows came together again to form a blue flame, then slowly expanded and rose, constantly approaching the scarlet eight-armed scorpion pattern above.
"Rumble—"
A heavy sound inexplicably echoed in the void, as if an invisible door was being opened.
A nameless chilly wind blew out from the invisible gateway, sweeping the entire field.
In an instant, the blood-colored halo around Ronan stagnated—he even felt strands of his blood and soul freezing!
At this time, Salanqi, who had been maintaining the ritual, stopped chanting.
At this moment, with all seven of his spirit crystals dimmed, his breath weakening, yet he seemed enveloped by some nameless ancient power, directly suppressing Ronan’s Death Sea aura.
Salanqi leaned against the ancient altar linked with the endless darkness, the blue flame behind him gathered into a tall and imposing body.
The form of that body was unclear, visible only that it wore dilapidated, kingly styled armor, and on its head was a twisted, bent black crown with a blood diamond-like eight-armed scorpion inlaid at the center.
Some rotten, decaying bits of flesh flowed and dripped down like wax, releasing a thick aura of ancient evil...
"Sajadi....."
When the monarch ghost shadow wearing the blood diamond crown appeared, Salanqi’s momentum reached an unprecedented peak.
He slowly raised his head, a beam of gaze fell straight onto Ronan’s face from beneath his seven dim spirit crystals, softly speaking: "Courtyard of Corpses!"
"Prepare to face... the wrath of the Lord of Corpses."
"Buzz!"
The moment Salanqi’s words fell, Ronan immediately felt a tightening around him, an unprecedented intense sense of crisis surged madly from the depths of his heart.
With the dual states of [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] and [Instinct Grip] empowered, his combat consciousness had long reached an unspeakably extreme height.
Almost without thinking, Ronan vibrated the demon body.
All over, the bloodlines brightened, golden resonance sounded, and the power of the receding Dead Sea surged back once again.
"Boom!"
A sea of blood covered with countless corpses reappeared, as countless blood-colored lightning fell, the Dead Sea waves roared, resounding a sorrowful and majestic song!
"[Mara’s Death Sea - Cry of Sorrow]!"
Ronan swept his long spear, and the power of the True Intent Level Forbidden Magic Domain exploded, turning the world into a vast dark blood-red.
"Boom!"
A ghostly shadow in King’s Armor, emerging from the ancient Corpse Accumulation Court, appeared before him.
In its hand, a Monarch’s Sword dripping with corpse blood clashed with Ronan’s long spear!
"Crack——"
Countless blood-red and ghostly blue arcs interlaced and flickered under the dark sky, illuminating two figures both crowned.
At this moment, it was as if two monarchs were fighting to the death on the turbulent deep red Sea of Death.
Ronan felt the terrifying presence of the King Ghost Shadow before him, a huge pressure on the barrier before the Ascetic Body Refinement Master Level, which was constantly loosening...
"Bang!"
Ronan pierced through the face of the King Ghost Shadow, the tip of the eight-blade spear emerging from the back of its head, stirring the terrifying sea of death force, nearly shaking off the distorted crown atop the ghostly figure.
At the same time, a broken Monarch’s Sword dripping with corpse blood also sliced across Ronan’s front.
The terrifying power directly made the Golden Titanium wail, silently splitting the armor with a huge crack, breaking Ronan’s powerful force field, and injuring the Mara’s Body beneath, slicing through the iron-like blood and flesh, with an eroding corrupt force continually drilling into him.
Ronan’s breath fluctuated violently, but the gleam in his eyes grew even brighter.
——
He could almost hear the cracking sound of the final barrier of the Ascetic Body Refinement shattering.
"You can’t stop me..."
"Torrent.. destiny.. death.."
Ronan, stained with blood, seemed to be undergoing an unprecedented, indescribable mystical transformation....
On the brink of welcoming... another rebirth!
"I will shatter them all!!"
"Boom!"
An unparalleled terrifying force erupted from Ronan, countless blood runes lit up on the majestic demon body, with even more grand blood light bursting from below the flesh.
The blood-red of the world deepened, the dark sea of death continued to surge and rise.
Ronan’s nearly knee-length long hair began to transform, strand by strand, into a crystalline deep red, while the runes of ancient power on his body seemed to come to life, growing and changing into another new pattern form.
"[Mara’s Death Sea - Cry of Sorrow]!"
Ronan thrust his spear, and the countless corpses floating on the sea of death below wailed mournfully as the epic, tragic battle hymn sounded anew.
At this moment, Ronan completely transformed into a blazing, dazzling blood-red Arrogant Sun, the eight-blade spear reaching the opponent, and the body of the Monarch Ghost Shadow crowned with a twisted crown showed signs of collapsing and shattering.
"Crack crack——"
The Corpse King Court behind Salanqi also began to shatter.
Salanqi’s figure retreated continuously, almost unable to believe the scene he saw before him, the consciousness wave he released filled with extreme shock and disbelief.
"How... is this possible?!"
"Phew——"
The blazing sun swept over the body of the Monarch Ghost Shadow, as the terrifying true intent level Forbidden Magic Domain smashed the approaching ghostly realm to pieces, the black royal court collapsed, and the dark blood sea took over everything.
"Boom!"
Ronan stood in front of Salanqi, looking down at him with a calm expression, slowly thrusting his spear downward...
"Ding——"
As the spear was about to fall, the battle seemed to be completely ending.
A light sound suddenly froze everything.
Ronan’s action stopped, the illusion of the sea of death below halted, he frowned slightly, gazing fixedly at what suddenly appeared to block the spear tip.
——
It was a palm-sized statue.
Gray, carved out of stone, the figure it depicted was clearly Ronan’s own visage.
Vividly lifelike, as if someone had carved it specifically to resemble him.
"The Stone of Destiny?"
Suddenly, Ronan saw the Stone of Destiny, engraved with his likeness, suddenly crack, and then a mysterious aura was released, instantly drilling into his body.
Simultaneously, the golden gear imprint on Ronan’s wrist suddenly shone brilliantly at this moment.
The golden light formed countless golden chains of mysterious runes, continuously binding and securing Ronan.
At the moment the first golden rune chain landed on Ronan, "Crack——"
Somewhere deep within Ronan, the Blue Snail shattered.
Subsequently, the blazing majestic power within him rapidly dissipated, each ancient power blood rune faded away, the dead sea fell silent....
Ronan felt the power swiftly departing from him, the verge of a breakthrough opportunity... He dazedly looked up, somewhat incredulously gazing at the half-open door in the sky.
"You..."
Ronan stretched out his hand, as if trying to grasp something with effort.
The eye behind the half-open door merely blinked slightly, and then....
A line of long-unseen golden small text appeared before Ronan’s eyes——[Destiny... is just so unpredictable.]
"凸(艹皿艹)!"
Ronan raised his right hand towards the half-open door and showed a middle finger gesture.
By now, he had completely and utterly fallen from the state of the blazing blood-red Arrogant Sun.