Chapter 746: Chapter 382: Secret Chrysalis—Magic Transformation, [Void Butterfly]!
Dense golden rune chains surged from the golden gear on his wrist, binding tightly to Ronan.
Each golden rune chain released a mysterious sealing power, locking the great strength of his flesh and gradually sealing away the surging force of the Dead Sea...
"Ka ka ka——"
As the golden rune chains reinforced, Ronan’s imposing and fierce demon body quickly shrank...
"Was it a trap from the very beginning?"
"The second phase’s ring mark and the third phase’s Stone of Destiny form this curse specifically for sealing the flesh..."
"You were long prepared to amend the game rules at any time..."
"But...."
"Why me?"
Ronan raised his head, looking at the half-closed door in the high sky, his restored handsome face appeared extremely pale, with a hint of confused bewilderment.
At this moment, he had already reverted completely to his normal state.
Wearing a crystal crown, his white long hair blown wildly in the wind, golden rune chains coiled around him like pythons, his aura continually declining, revealing the essence of a Level 4 Wizard...
He should have achieved the victory of all endings, enjoying the glory of triumph, but suddenly had the sword taken from his hand, falling from peak to nadir, like a monarch forcibly driven to ruin and end of a nation.
The person behind the half-closed door did not respond to him, just watched silently, seemingly as if this was what it wanted.
The situation on the field changed so rapidly that not only Ronan, but others also did not have time to react.
Everyone had not yet recovered from the great shock of Ronan about to defeat the all-out Salanqi, when they suddenly found Ronan had lost all his advantage, his momentum rapidly weakening.
"Ka ka——"
Salanqi was the first to realize, his eyes flashed in an instant, his hands formed seals.
Sajadi’s Corpse Accumulation Court reformed, the king ghost shadow with its whole body flowing with decaying flesh and corpse blood reappeared.
This time, with no blood sea obstructing, the deep ghost realm was unveiled, and the king ghost shadow wielded the corruption sword, launching a colossal gloom blue sword light that directly split the vast battlefield space in two, tearing through layers of void, carrying endless waves of dark undead energy, slashing straight at Ronan.
"Rumble——"
Large swathes of void shattered and twisted, arcs of forbidden lightning intertwined, under the Empty Spirit Extreme Thought state, golden titanium high-praised the Fire Gold Song, transformed into a massive golden blade wheel for defense.
But just one encounter, the splendid golden blade wheel shattered, with titanium wailing, Ronan’s figure involuntarily retreating.
He clenched his teeth tightly, the golden rune chains on his right hand still continuously emerging.
The layers of sealing power completely locked his flesh’s great strength, on the character panel, the Talent column’s Pure Body was in an unactivatable state, unable to sense the existence of the Sea of Death Power, the runes of Ancient Power inactive.
His body’s Screw Palace was also shattered, though reconstruction was not too difficult, yet sealed along with it was his metamorphosis process, soon to break through to Ascetic Body Refinement Master Level.
"Hiss——"
Ronan, while continuously controlling titanium to resist and evade the pursuit of the king ghost shadow, took deep breaths and quickly thought of ways to break through the situation.
He tried to break the seal of the golden rune chains, but this sealing power was mysterious beyond his previous encounters, seemingly a curse specifically aimed at the physical body.
Threads of sealing power continued permeating into Ronan’s limbs and body, he heard his flesh and bones utter "ka ka" mournful cries of being sealed.
Yet amidst this pressing sealing force, some essential potential within his blood and flesh seemed to be squeezed out.
Ronan suddenly sensed that within himself, countless threads connecting the soul and body emitted light, and then a black light cocoon below the dark gold core, under the infusion of this power....
"Buzz——"
With a gentle tremor, countless deep purple lines quietly lit up on the pure black cocoon surface, then...
The mysterious brilliance burst forth.
"The Secret Chrysalis.. is finally mature."
At the same time, Ronan, who was in a dodging state externally, suddenly stopped escaping.
He now had a peculiar look in his eyes, slowly raised his head to glance at the half-closed door in the high sky.
In the next moment, countless black lights burst from his body, one after another, just like silkworms spinning silk, enveloping him layer by layer.
In the blink of an eye, Ronan had completely transformed into a several-meter-tall black energy light cocoon, standing in the field.
"Hmm?!"
The dilapidated monarch’s longsword flowed with decayed flesh and corpse blood paused quietly in front of the light cocoon, a flash of light occurred in the field, as Salanqi, bearing the Corpse Accumulation Court, suddenly appeared in front of the massive black light cocoon.
Salanqi squinted his eyes, firmly gazing at the black light cocoon in front of him, able to clearly sense the aura belonging to Ronan surging incessantly within, seven brilliant primordial spirit crystals obstructed, obscuring his current expression.
After a few breaths, Salanqi’s eyes suddenly flashed.
"Crack——"
Forbidden lightning tore through the long sky, the previously motionless king ghost shadow suddenly struck the black light cocoon with a slash.
"Boom!"
The surface of the gigantic black light cocoon directly dented, the position struck by the longsword emerged with countless cracks, flew askew, hit the ground heavily, creating a large pit, stirring up rolling dust.
It could be sensed that with this sword’s fall, the aura within the light cocoon of Ronan also drastically declined.
"Mere trickery.."
Salanqi’s face regained its calm, step by step walking towards the position where the light cocoon fell, the Corpse Accumulation Court beneath his feet extended rotting and decayed corpse steps, making him like a king ruling over the corpse court.
"It turns out to be merely a defensive secret technique.. but this sheltering method of only awaiting destruction, don’t you find it truly laughable?"
Salanqi’s eyes were cold, as he walked down, the king ghost shadow wielded its sword, following slowly.
Around, the wizards from the Witch Heart Hall also showed fluctuating expressions, eyes strangely gathering like subjects and believers.
"Sajadi..."
Salanqi formed seals with one hand, extending his magic domain, threads of spell waves dispersing.
Before him, the king ghost shadow began to raise its longsword, some mysterious and grotesque, shaped like severed limbs and arms of eerie rune emerged on the sword, the terrifying might gathered rapidly, giving the entire dilapidated longsword an extra touch of splendor.
"Corpse Gathering Sword!"
Just as Salanqi was about to command the King Ghost Shadow to unleash its terrifying strike, a thin silhouette suddenly appeared in front of it.
With arms outstretched, she firmly protected the Light Cocoon.
"We...."
Heather bit her lip hard, blood seeping from her lips as she struggled to speak, "Concede... voluntary withdrawal from this trial."
Salanqi squinted his eyes, looking coldly at Heather in front of him, shaking his head, "You don’t have the right to say that. Have him say it himself to make it count."
Having said that, he coldly ordered, "Get lost."
The King Ghost Shadow’s body moved slightly, the leaked power forming a terrifying cold wind, tearing through the energy field around Heather in an instant, making her thin body shiver violently.
Heather, however, seemed completely unaffected by this intimidation, her eyes wide open, she sneered, "A waste like you, dare to say such words, if it weren’t for that damned bastard!..."
Heather tilted her head, pointing straight at the sky’s loosely concealed door, glaring viciously like a she-wolf, then said, "You should have long been kneeling and licking my master’s feet by now."
Salanqi’s gaze turned cold, without warning, the King Ghost Shadow’s sword slashed down towards Heather.
Heather did not evade but instead spread her arms, letting out a giggling laugh. Visibly, her wavy golden hair turned gray, even faint wrinkles appeared on her face, yet in her lake-green eyes lingered a hint of madness.
"Soul Burning Curse?!"
Salanqi’s eyes flickered slightly, but the control over the King Ghost Shadow did not cease at all.
At this moment, suddenly, a meteoric brilliance rapidly shot over from afar, "Boom—"
The King Ghost Shadow’s sword turned, its terrifying might directly shattering the burst of flowing light!
"Casimodo!"
Salanqi cast his icy gaze toward a certain direction, where an ugly young man with a slightly hunchbacked form and fire scars on his face was taking a deep breath, drawing back the bowstring for another shot.
With a glance from Salanqi, several Level 5 Wizards from the Witch Heart Hall immediately sneered as they moved toward the young man’s direction, magical fluctuations already emanating from them.
On the other side, a young man in a Spirit Lake Flame Robe, eyes flickering, shook his head, leading a group of wizards to make a retreating gesture.
Salanqi turned back, raising his head to meet the eyes behind the sky’s concealed door, seemingly seeking some kind of tacit approval from the indifferent gaze.
In his eyes, brilliance flowed, adopting a fated posture, he clasped his hands together.
In an instant, his entire aura merged with the Corpse Accumulation Court behind him, his actions synchronizing with the King Ghost Shadow before him.
The Corpse Gathering Sword rose once more.
At this moment, there was no longer any force capable of stopping him from striking down with this sword!
"Whoosh—"
Salanqi from his height, slowly slashed down with a sword, the might of the entire Corpse Accumulation Court and a Deep Ghost Realm seemed to be infused into this strike, countless energies in the world stirred, the sky over the Oasis seemed ink-stained.
Under the power of this sword, Heather, who had intoned the Soul Burning Curse, even though her spiritual power had been forcibly elevated to several times its original level, was still frail like a bubble about to burst with a touch.
In just a moment, her full head of golden hair turned gray, haphazardly sticking to her scalp like dry grass, and Heather’s whole body seeped blood.
The terrifying magical might pressed her thin body to the brink of collapse, like a stalk of wheat in a raging storm, about to be uprooted, yet she clenched her teeth fiercely, struggling to keep her arms spread open, protecting the black Light Cocoon behind her.
As Heather was about to be torn apart under this sword, her wrinkle-covered brow was even split open, bleeding long lines of blood.
At that very moment, suddenly....
A series of snapping sounds.
The sound of breaking a cocoon.
A hand reached out from behind Heather, gently pressing against the sinister decaying Corpse Gathering Sword.
Heather was stunned.
Then on her face that had aged more than twenty years, covered in blood marks, blossomed a radiant smile like flowers in full bloom.
"Master~"
"Buzz—"
A peculiar wave swiftly spread throughout, forcibly smoothing and calming the previously turbulent battlefield.
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned to one point, where even Salanqi, who maintained a sword-stance, had his gaze fixed, stunned, as if witnessing some indescribable strange sight.
——
The black Light Cocoon had unknowingly shattered, vanished.
In the place of the black Light Cocoon, there stood an indescribable.... strange figure.
Every line of this evenly proportioned, majestic form seemed to be the epitome of perfection.
Every inch of skin was dyed in pure black, over which numerous blue and purple light points floated, outlining incomparably complex yet magnificently dazzling patterns.
An incredibly dense magical wave emitted from this figure.
He seemed to bathe in a miniature, slowly revolving brilliant nebula, exuding an indescribable mysterious elegance.
When a pair of wings, like butterfly wings and also like miniature nebulae, unfolded gracefully behind him, the magnificent and grand mysterious beauty instantly soared to a peak.
"Crack!"
Ronan casually crushed the Corpse Gathering Sword in his hand as if it were a biscuit.
Then gently fluttered the nebula-like butterfly wings on his back...
In an instant, it seemed that all the free energy particles in the entire Oasis surged fiercely toward him, turning him into a bottomless Black Hole, with an aura like a vast cosmic nebula, completely unleashed, encompassing the entire battlefield in a blink!
"Secret Chrysalis—Magic Transformation..."
"[Void Butterfly]!"
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