Chapter 145: Chapter 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Forr Sword?_2 Chapter 145: Chapter 91: Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Is This Your Forr Sword?_2 Ronan was expressionless, “Had I known this, I should have left the seed at the door and turned away; or waited until after they were done with you before entering…”
To be honest, Ronan was already regretting it.
He had only co to see Benny to fulfill his promise of lending him the Holy Blood Tree Seed.
Upon arrival, seeing the unexpectedly placed Rune Formation and sensing Benny in a crisis within it, he was conflicted for a long ti…
before ultimately deciding to take action.
Was it perhaps because he wanted to repay Benny for the extra help on top of the trade?
Or pity for the “unresponsive” Communication Rune Stone?
Ronan himself wasn’t clear.
But now he truly regretted it; a mont of impulsiveness had cost him the chance to possibly escape the quagmire.
From the Waist Storage Bags he snatched from the four wizards he had knocked out, Ronan found a little consolation for himself—after all, since he had already offended them, it didn’t matter if he offended them even more.
Ronan felt stifled, but frustratingly, there was nowhere to vent because it was all his own doing.
However, this feeling of depression soon…
dissipated.
—
It was a large, cold, hard piece of black tal, about the size of a human head.
It lay quietly in front of Ronan.
“This is…”
Ronan’s expression was one of shock and surprise.
Just seconds ago, he had watched this substance flow out of Benny’s body like oil, then crawl to his feet.
As a tal Elent Wizard who had just entered the basics, he knew exactly what this tal ant.
In the heritage of tal Magic, many spells rely on a dium to exhibit their powerful effect, so almost every tal Wizard carries a special piece of tal as a dium to cast spells.
In fact, the concept of a spell dium is quite important in many Magic Attributes.
For example, Plant Wizards generally need to carry a large number of plant seeds, and Undead Wizards need to keep various pieces of flesh and bones…
The black tal in front of Ronan was undoubtedly Benny’s spell dium; without this tal, Benny’s strength would drop by at least two-thirds, if not more.
Previously, the wizards who troubled Benny were also after this tal, proving its power and value.
It seed that Benny was now intending to give it to him?!
“It’s not easy to make a smart person like you act foolishly, I’m almost flattered…”
Benny held his pipe, slowly rising from the stairs.
His clothes were completely soaked with blood and sweat, and there was a grotesque, shocking wound at his collarbone, his left cheek’s ulceration seed to have worsened.
But there was no trace of injury or recent excruciating pain in his eyes.
“Consider it…
an extra compensation for you?”
Ronan frowned slightly, his eyes drawn to the black tal at his feet.
Over the past three days, he had successfully mastered the core spell of tal Magic, Activation of tal, and was just in need of a suitable tal dium.
He had planned to randomly pick one from the Magic Artifact Store to use temporarily.
But whether he currently had enough Magic Stones to even buy the cheapest Alchemy tal, not to ntion, the common tals at the store couldn’t compare to Benny’s tal that even Level 2 wizards would fight over.
“Alright, no need to hesitate.”
Seeing Ronan’s hesitation, Benny calmly said, “I never take back what I’ve given away.
Moreover…”
He paused, then continued, “Although Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, indeed a rare spell dium for Level 2 tal Wizards, offering excellent attributes in every aspect.
Its drawback is also evident…
It has an intrinsic energy that causes severe corrosion damage to the flesh.
Once your soul strength isn’t enough to suppress this backlash…”
Benny touched his left cheek marred by a tallic rust-like expanse of ulceration, speaking softly, “You’ll end up like .
Honestly, I’m not even sure if giving it to you right now is truly a good thing…”
“Is it because of the continuous erosion by Dark Energy Particles?”
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, as he gently lifted the black tal from the ground into his hand.
Even without Benny saying it, he had already felt the uniqueness of this tal.
It was actually a sowhat rare Dark Departnt material, constantly emitting dense Dark Departnt Energy Particles.
Under the sunlight, one could clearly see that the surface of the tal was emitting wisps of black gas like smoke or fog, which were almost solid Dark Energy.
However, Ronan felt that this side effect of the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big issue for him.
Due to the Pure Body, his body housed a Light Ball ford by a massive congregation of vitality, capable of real-ti repair of inner dark injuries, expelling various Free Energy Particles attempting to harm the body…
Ronan’s spiritual power quietly surged in his mind, and with the casting of the Activated tal spell, the black tal in his hand slightly levitated, then lted back into a liquid state, flowing continuously like a blob of black rcury.
“Benny, was this once your sword?”
Ronan squinted his eyes, sizing up the blob of black in his hands under the setting sun.
Gradually, the blackness began to stretch upward, growing rapidly like a plant.
Finally, it grew into a thick, beautifully crafted single-handed Longsword, quietly floating in the palm of Ronan’s hand.
Under the sunlight, the Longsword was enveloped in faint black smoke, which seed to contain a strange magical power; staring at it too long seed to draw one’s gaze and soul into it.
“…From now on, in my hands, it will beco even more glorious.”
Ronan looked at the Longsword in his hand, muttering softly, his slender and symtrical fingers slowly tightening around the hilt, feeling the chill transmitted by the tal.
Since Benny had already put it that way, there was no reason for him to decline or be pretentious.
Just like Benny said, it served as so form of “compensation” for the risks he took this ti.
Because whether he liked it or not, from today onwards, they would be bound even more tightly together.
“Let’s change the place and chat.
We probably can’t stay here anymore…”
Seeing Ronan pocket the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Benny’s expression softened, glanced around, and then called on him to leave together.
Ronan did not refuse, nodding in agreent.
The two walked together towards the courtyard exit.
Passing the street by the door, Ronan noticed four wizards lying on the ground and couldn’t help asking, “Who are these guys sent by, one of your old enemies?”
Benny shook his head, denying, “Not an old opponent.
A person I don’t know nad Travis.
Probably…
a promising newcor who has risen in the Magic Ring in recent years.”
…
On the desolate, ruined street, a figure slowly walked.
This was a very young man.
His face was gaunt, skin pale, fingers long and beautiful.
His pitch-black hair was combed ticulously, and black diamond earrings adorned both earlobes.
He was dressed in a beautiful, fine Silver Robe, with three silver rings embroidered on the left chest.
Even though the robe constantly shimred with light, the man exuded a mysteriously dark and profound aura.
He was like a shadow that could devour light, darkening the long street even more as he appeared at its end.
The young man soon reached the position of No.
131 Tongding Street, almost completely leveled.
On the street by the door, four unconscious figures lay scattered.
Inside, it was a chaotic Magic battlefield, still retaining traces of Ice Frost freezing.
The young man’s eyes lingered briefly on the bodies of the four follower wizards on the street, coldness flowing in his gaze, his face remaining expressionless throughout.
The man then briefly toured the courtyard.
After walking out, a Communication Stone appeared in his hand at so point.
The man spoke calmly into the Communication Stone.
“I’m Travis.”
“Contact Lanni for , tell him…”
“I have a matter of interest to discuss, hope to sit down and talk properly.”
“It’s about…
Benny and his successor.”
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