Molli’er struggled frantically, like a crazed little beast, continuously biting Ronan’s arm.
Yet, she was dominantly "suppressed" by Ronan.
He embraced Molli’er with one arm, her petite form almost entirely held from behind in his arms.
At the sa ti, Ronan took out an ancient-looking pale phalange, the mysterious bone gift from Ewaqu, his eyes flashing with determination, and then he squeezed it hard.
"Let’s gamble!"
"Crack—"
The first segnt of the bone cracked, turning into snow-white bone powder, followed by a strange aura that spread out, forming an invisible black cloak in the Void, slowly falling upon Ronan....
At the sa ti, a humanoid figure made of Titanium with its limbs spread open in a ’big’ shape embraced Ronan completely.
Almost the instant everything was completed.
"Boom!"
An invisible force scattered destruction in its path, devastating the place where Ronan stood, instantly turning a long street into dust.
"Hmm?!"
In the sky, the indifferent-looking middle-aged man with purple hair suddenly changed his expression.
To his senses, the subtle target aura he had finally managed to detect had abruptly disappeared without reason.
The purple-haired middle-aged man furrowed his brows, continuing to control the power of the Spell, plowing over the vast expanse of Hor Blue Town repeatedly like a farr tilling the land.
During this, nurous desperate wizards scread in pain, and so even rushed towards him recklessly; however, he didn’t even lift his eyelids, below him, countless innocent lives perished tragically in despair.
"Has it really vanished?"
The purple-haired middle-aged man’s brows furrowed tighter, his lips moved unwillingly as he chanted a brief spell.
The next mont, a white, bone-colored evil fire ford out of nowhere in the Void, imnsely fell upon the ruins of Hor Blue Town.
"Boom—"
The pale magical Bone Fire engulfed the entire Hor Blue Town into a sea of flas.
The fire burned for three days and three nights, the once bustling Hor Blue completely ceased to exist, no living creatures remained.
The purple-haired middle-aged man searched repeatedly, and after one last deep look below, turned and left.
Day and night passed, the lingering pale Bone Fire burned silently across the plains.
The ruins of Hor Blue Town were scorched completely, leaving only a large patch of sunken black charred earth.
When the last trace of Bone Fire extinguished, a cold consciousness that lood over the entire Hor Blue Town finally decided to give up completely and indifferently withdrew.
Another three days passed.
A rchant fleet composed of Magic Airships arrived at the site, seeing from afar the tragic scene of the region, sensing the remaining terrifying magical force and the thick revengeful spirits of the dead, everyone in the caravan remained silent, quietly detouring away.
Ti passed unknowingly.
A heavy rain began to pour.
Amidst the dense clouds, thunder roared, and torrential rain washed away everything below.
Rainwater mixed with the charred soil, forming a muddy stream, where suddenly a do of mud swelled up inexplicably, the ground began to bulge.
The bulge grew larger and finally "burst" open with a sound.
A skeletal figure silently stood up from the mud.
Over seventy percent of his flesh had been almost burnt away, revealing large patches of charred bones, half of his facial bones were completely exposed, and in his remaining bloodshot eye, a faint blue light still shimred.
"Click—"
This burnt corpse, seeming to have crawled out from a fiery grave, moved its body laboriously, slowly spreading its arms wrapped in front of, revealing a petite, exquisite young girl within its embrace.
The rain-soaked, cascading magenta hair seed to be the only bright color in the world at that mont.
The girl stood protected by the burnt corpse, watching streams of black tallic fluid flow down from the burnt corpse in front of her like pus from a festering wound.
She let the cold rain hit her face drop by drop, looking up blankly at the almost unrecognizable, ghastly face of the man.
Suddenly, two trails of tears silently slid down the corners of her eyes.
The girl seed to recall sothing, painfully closing her eyes, murmuring sadly.
"Vivian...."
Hearing the young girl’s wails, a hoarse and grating sound emitted from the mouths of charred corpses, where tiny pink flesh buds were slowly growing.
"You... The Level 5 beside you, did they die for you like this?"
"Cough, cough...!"
After speaking a few words, the "charred corpse" started coughing violently, and even coughed out so charred fragnts from its mouth.
A mont later, it seed to be in a slightly better condition and finally began to move its body slowly.
"Let’s go..."
"It seems the pain I endured, cannot be shared with you..."
"But this is also good... I was almost worried that you would be pained to death..."
"Level 4... Resurrection Society... I will eventually take revenge for all of these..."
Accompanied by soone’s weak mumblings, in the heavy rain, two figures, one tall and one short, supported each other and slowly vanished from the area.
....
Seven days later.
At a southern port, a large corpulent ship resembling a giant podgy sea fish slowly ascended in the twinkling light of the Rune Formation, heading towards the vast sea.
On the deck, several young n and won silently watched the increasingly distant dock, when suddenly soone started to sob gently.
"I don’t want to just go back like this!"
"Resign yourself, Harry. This world is not ours... Our Talents are too insufficient, even if we stayed here for decades, we wouldn’t have the chance to truly enter through that door..."
"In two years, we’ve tried every thod we could... The things we’ve learned in these two years should be enough for us to obtain certain positions in our respective family kingdoms.
There are better days ahead, fellows!"
"Yes, so dreams that are unrealizable, it’s also ti to Awake."
The youngsters consoled and encouraged each other on the deck, and soon stepped out of their sad and lost emotions, and happily headed towards the cabin together, talking and laughing.
Their topic of conversation has already shifted from all matters related to Wizards to titles, territories, fine foods, and won.
These youngsters, wearing the simplest Wizard Robes and emitting spiritual power fluctuations not exceeding a Level 3 Apprentice, didn’t notice that on the highest deck of the ship, a tall figure wrapped in a black robe and wearing a tallic mask was quietly watching them.
"Tap, tap..."
Clear and light footsteps sounded, a delicate petite figure walked beside the man in Black Robe.
Gently lifting the hood over her head, an elf-like stunning young girl casually shook her head, scattering her beautiful and smooth long, red satin hair.
Slling the strong scent of herbs emanating from the Black Robe man, the girl wrinkled her nose, then glanced down at the few boys below and spoke indifferently, "What, thinking about yourself when you first started?"
"Yes."
A deep, hoarse voice ca from beneath the Black Robe, sounding as if the vocal cords had been scorched by Flas.
Under the silver tallic mask, a pair of eyes, starkly mismatched with his voice, blue as jewels, landed on the girl, calmly saying, "Don’t you feel anything?
Every wizard starts from the Apprentice level."
"Huh..."
The girl let out a dismissive laugh, looking disdainfully at the man in Black Robe beside her, haughtily replied, "Don’t compare with the likes of you.
The first ti I finished my ditation, I was already an Official Wizard..."
"...."
The man in Black Robe seed choked by the girl’s words, speechless, turned his head to gaze at the distant sea level.
The girl chuckled triumphantly, humming a tune and walking toward the cabin with steps both relaxed and smug.
"If there’s nothing else, don’t bother !"
She threw down those words and disappeared from sight in a blink.
Watching the young girl’s retreating figure, Ronan couldn’t help muttering to himself.
"It looks like... everything is moving in a good direction..."
Suddenly, as if straining an injury, he raised his hand to cover his chest, coughing violently.
The silver tallic mask accidentally slid off, and with a clang, it fell onto the deck, revealing a terrifying face that was slowly healing from severe burns.
To evade the pursuit of a Level 4 Wizard from the Resurrection Society, Ronan had sustained heavy injuries this ti.
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