Chapter 739: Chapter 377: The Torrent of Destiny—Do You Want to Know? Kneel and Listen!
In the sky, the translucent large and small gears gradually disappeared, leaving only a small gray door slightly ajar.
The pair of cunning eyes within the door slit remained fixed on Ronan, seemingly eager for what was about to unfold through its manipulation.
"Before breaking free, try to grasp it first..."
Ronan stared at the slowly fading small text in mid-air, momentarily dazed.
Indeed, he seemed to have always overlooked this point.
He was very resentful of the "new prophet" manipulating everything from behind the scenes, trying to escape the arrangement, but forgetting to first prove—he had the ability to overturn the table.
Thus, he ultimately did not escape the "calculation" of the other party, being forcibly pulled into the third stage of the trial by Casimodo’s hand, becoming the target of all.
"You are right."
Ronan’s expression calmed down, looking at the gray stone in his hand, he nodded slightly, "So... as you wish."
He lifted his head, and Casimodo, surrounded by a group of Black Moon Faction wizards, was slowly forming a crescent-shaped formation, encircling him.
Heather hurried from the direction behind him. She saw the overwhelming wave of demons charging in from afar, as well as groups of trial wizards driven by the "gear marks," seemingly realizing something, her pretty face turning slightly pale, but still gritting her teeth and stepping to Ronan’s side.
The gale blowing head-on lifted the long hair on Ronan’s shoulders, giving him the illusion of bearing the accumulated hostility of the entire Quivada Oasis.
As if countless short spears shot by sheep-headed monsters targeted him, every inch of his skin tingled with a faint needle-like pain.
"Are you afraid?"
Ronan slightly turned his face toward Heather beside him and said.
Heather shook her head, her breath becoming a bit rapid, gripping her magic wand tightly, but it seemed more like an expression of excitement and anticipation.
Due to the master-servant contract, Heather’s spirit was closely linked with his.
Under this unprecedented enormous pressure, he sensed some potential within Heather’s soul seemingly being stimulated to awaken slowly.
"So, this should be a gift of fate."
Ronan extended his right hand, pressing down with one hand, as elemental lives were released from the mist space around him like a well-trained army.
Each was above mid-stage Tier Four, with some colliding, coupling, and smelting into powerful Fifth Rank Elements.
At this time, Ronan was no longer stingy, almost draining nearly half of the energy accumulation within the Element Pool in one breath.
Sharing full control of the elemental lives with Heather, Ronan lightly flicked the titanium whirling around him with his fingertips, stepping calmly toward Casimodo.
"Sorry, Ronan Damien. I remember that’s the name, right?"
Casimodo, looking at Ronan who stepped forward, gently pushed the purple crystal mask on his face with his finger, speaking with a hoarse, magnetic voice, "As a fellow member of the Spirit Lake, hand over the Stone of Destiny now and join my team... we can have a greater chance to complete the subsequent trials."
However, only an indifferent reply without any emotional fluctuation came to Casimodo.
"You dare to ask?"
In the instant Ronan stepped forward, he lightly swung his right arm.
Gold and flames merged, countless fragments like shattered notes of gold whistled out, transforming into a resplendent blade wheel hundreds of meters wide amid a sea-shaking chorus of praise.
A single sweep, and the terrifying aura enveloped Casimodo and the others within its reach.
The terrifying blade light tore through the void, directly dyeing a large portion of the sky in a splendid golden color.
Casimodo’s pupils contracted; having been slashed by Ronan once before, now facing this spell again, under his Level 5 physique, he still couldn’t suppress the feeling of his scalp tingling.
However, he was not alone at this moment.
Under his command were a group of elites he had nurtured and supported in the Black Moon Faction over many years.
Casimodo instantly formed a seal with his hands, the ten identical black moon-patterned magic rings on his slender fingers, six of them lit up simultaneously.
At the same time, among the ten Black Moon wizards standing around him, six also had the same shaped black magic rings glowing, instantly connecting Casimodo’s aura with theirs, a complex mysterious array pattern appeared behind him.
"Moon Shelter!"
Casimodo’s fingers interlaced, and the aura that was already near the middle stage of Level 5 crazily surged upward, rapidly raising a massive half-moon-shaped black light shield beneath his feet, holding back the terrifying golden blade wheel’s slash like a shield.
"Boom!"
The golden blade wheel clashed with the Black Moon Barrier, releasing an unmatched dreadful energy aftermath.
"Crack—"
A clear visible crack appeared on the Black Moon Barrier, Casimodo’s face turned slightly pale, and he stumbled back two steps, the aura of the six Black Moon wizards behind him connected with his qi instantly became sluggish and chaotic, but they forcibly blocked Ronan’s spell.
"Hm?"
Ronan showed a bit of surprise on his face. With his mind turning, the golden blade wheel whistled back.
Under an even more magnificent golden era blade light, carrying the first page of the Spiritual Maya Epic, it once again fiercely slashed toward Casimodo.
"Double Moon Shelter!"
Casimodo growled, beneath the purple crystal mask, the burnt skin twisted into lumps, veins bulging in his neck, and eight moon rings on his fingers lit up.
"Boom——"
Amid the terrifying roar of spells, countless asphalt-like golden flames splattered magnificently, three Black Moon wizards wearing moon-patterned magic rings, having their energy extracted by Casimodo, spat blood and staggered, flying backward.