Chapter 738: Chapter 376: Now, Do You See? The Wheels of Fate Turn Quietly
The man with the Purple Crystal Mask looked at Ronan with gentle eyes and said softly, “I forgot to introduce myself… My name is Casimodo.”
“Casimodo… Son of the Black Moon…”
Ronan nodded thoughtfully, “Then…”
“What about the other aspect you haven’t mentioned?”
Under the purple crystal mask, Casimodo’s lips, as thin as a blade, curved up slightly, and he opened his mouth with a light smile, “On the other hand, I also want to see, in the deep sea, what kind of person can replace Misha… Huh?!”
Even before Casimodo finished his last word, he sensed the invisible force field surrounding Ronan rapidly expanding. Ronan’s Magic Robe billowed and lifted, and his intense spiritual power shot up like flames cooking oil, in a moment breaking through his original Level 4 Category, stepping into Level 5, finally infinitely close to Level 5 Middle Stage…
An incredibly brilliant golden light illuminated the void, like a torrent of gold surging forth, with the Fire Gold Song echoing through it.
Countless golden fragments, like shattered notes, clinked together to form enormous wing blades, with golden halos pulsing from the blade edges, countless asphalt-like golden flames streaming down, amidst a fantastically dazzling, dreamlike cascade of light…
The blade light burst forth, carrying a thick forbidden magic domain qi mechanism, instantly filling all his pupils!
“Boom!”
The golden color spread across the sky, with countless arcs of lightning flowing along the flames.
The green-braided woman stood frozen in mid-air, her face pale, her entire body trembling uncontrollably like a sieve.
Just in that instant, she was engulfed by the golden blade light, and although not a hair was harmed, the terrifying shock, akin to facing a tsunami, nearly shattered her consciousness.
The green-braided woman painstakingly lifted her head, only to see—a Ronan wearing the crystal crown, with his Magic Robe flying, surrounded by a brilliant golden force field, looking as if he were a fiercely burning star, distorting the void, its grandeur, heat, and radiance impossible to look upon directly, speaking emotionlessly as he gazed at a point behind her.
“Now, do you see?”
The green-braided woman whirled around, finding Casimodo’s figure only several miles away.
The once revered as godlike Casimodo appeared disheveled now, as if having just escaped a horrendous catastrophe.
The previously splendid Black Moon Robe was tattered, his body assumed a semi-illusory elemental state, his hunchback seemed more pronounced, and he panted heavily; even the Purple Crystal Mask could hardly hide the extreme shock on his face beneath it.
The young man who entered the entry-level with her before, bypassing her, nearly heavily wounded Lord Casimodo, the Level 5 Wizard and Son of Black Moon?!
Realizing this, the green-braided woman felt a deep disorientation, almost forgetting in this moment her present whereabouts….
Ronan breathed evenly, with titanium flowing around him like a river, he closed his eyes, as if hearing the crisp crackling of gold burning in flames like kindling, along with the ever-present Fire Gold Song, seemingly comprehending a deeper change in gold and fire.
His dissatisfaction toward the “New Prophet” dissipated by the strike on Casimodo, leaving him much at ease at heart.
A slight heat emanated from his wrist.
Ronan raised his hand, seeing the ring mark on his wrist, which he had worn down substantially, rapidly refilling.
He paused, only realizing the source of the mysterious power filling the ring mark came from Casimodo in the distance, the look in his eyes gradually turning complex.
Soon, the ring mark on Ronan’s wrist was completely filled.
The bright red ring transformed into an exquisite gold color, with the surface of the smooth ring rising into bumps, eventually shaping into a delicate golden gear.
In the void, countless shadows of large and small semi-transparent gears also simultaneously emerged, densely spanning and almost filling the entire sky over the Quivada Oasis.
Accompanying the rotation of that gear on Ronan’s wrist….
“Ka ka ka—”
The tightly interlocking gears began to turn one by one, and an unseen wave rapidly spread outward.
Ronan followed the trajectory of the gears’ rotation, looking up to a high point in the sky, watching as a gray Light Gate opened with a “creak” under the propulsion of countless gears.
Ronan gazed into the crack of the gray Light Gate, seeming to glimpse a pair of mischievous eyes peering from the black gap.
Before he could see clearly, a fist-sized gray stone flew out from the crevice, landing precisely in his palm.
Unprepared, Ronan watched as the gray stone in his hand breathed like a living thing, with its surface slowly revealing an outline resembling his own features…
“Although I’m unsure what, exactly, the Prophet sees in you?”
Casimodo slowly approached from afar, his voice tinged with a cough.
In his naturally drooping right hand, was also a gear mark, but unlike Ronan’s golden one, his was bright red.
Casimodo lifted his head, with his slightly stooped back gradually straightening, his tattered robe restoring itself to new splendor.
One by one, figures clad in Black Moon Robes rapidly materialized around him, encircling him protectively.
Behind the purple crystal mask of Casimodo, his eyes sparkled with brilliance, setting on Ronan with an indescribable tone, a mix of jealousy, sympathy, or pity, as he slowly opened his mouth: “You are both lucky and unlucky… to be the first chosen by the Stone of Destiny.”
With Casimodo’s words falling, Ronan’s hand suddenly stung with a searing pain, a force guiding his right hand holding the gray stone high.
On his right wrist, the golden gear mark began to spin at high speed, leading the countless gears in the void to accelerate their rotation.
Amid the turning of countless gears, mysterious waves spread out in waves.
In an instant, from the vast field before him, echoed countless voices of shouts in response.
Ronan saw black specks belonging to demons emerging at the horizon, surging like tides towards this place, along with the rapidly ascending spiritual power, figures of wizards clad in robes of various colors…
An invisible and overwhelming momentum enveloped Ronan, as if locked in the sights of endless gazes.
This invisible pressure was much heavier than a tsunami, weighing so heavily upon Ronan he could barely breathe, as if it would crush him utterly…
“Stone of Destiny…”
Ronan stared at the high-speed spinning golden gear on the back of his hand, and the mysterious gray stone in his grasp, resembling him more and more, murmured: “So… this is forcing me into the third stage of the trial?”
As if in response to Ronan’s question.
In the sky, a line of small golden characters quietly emerged—[Before attempting to escape… first prove you can truly grasp it.]
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