Capítulo 810: Chapter 417: Ice Emperor’s Mark, As You Wish!
The masked man let out a low whistle, and his body dispersed like water, reforming at another location.
All his dark yellow spell touches imdiately abandoned Selena, shooting toward the direction from which the column of light energy ca.
Selena’s expression froze slightly, and she instinctively turned her head. The next mont, she saw a figure clad in a platinum robe, with the light of dawn gathering on his face, striding across the void.
The resounding Fire Gold Song shook the air, a chorus of resonating tals.
A brilliant golden torrent surged from beneath the newcor’s robe, splitting into six, transforming into six rapidly spinning golden blade wheels that tore through the void, whistling as they slashed forward.
A dense aura of forbidden energy spread, as the golden blade wheels collided with dark yellow tentacles, sweeping across as smoothly as cutting through wheat.
The masked man kept chanting incantations, summoning more dark yellow tentacles, just as the golden blade wheels were about to stall, “Buzz——”
With an odd tallic hum, the six blade wheels suddenly rged into one, swiftly retracting, condensing into a point of fiery and dazzling red-gold in the newcor’s hand.
“Clang——”
The newcor casually flicked that point of red-gold, a sharp, piercing sound like blades unsheathing emanating from his fingers.
In an instant, all sounds in the air ceased abruptly, and the chaotic spell fluctuations stopped altogether, as if an invisible blade had directly severed them in one stroke.
Ronan slowly retracted his hand, calmly flexing his fingers, grabbing the titanium that returned like weary birds returning to their nest.
“Cluck cluck cluck….”
The masked man, standing directly in front of him, looked at him incredulously, his head slightly tilted up, as a clear, scorched red line quietly appeared at his throat, making a bizarre sound like blowing bubbles.
Trembling, the masked man took a palm-sized circular silver box from his space ring, opened it, and hastily grabbed a handful of tar-like sticky black ointnt, saring it forcefully on his smoothly cut neck wound.
He panted heavily, making a sound like an old bellows being pulled, and gradually, his wildly fluctuating emotions cald down.
“Who are you?”
The man spoke, his voice extrely hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been slashed by a red-hot blade, and indeed it had.
Even with the mask concealing his face, one could tell how terrible he looked, and the way he looked at Ronan was full of intense apprehension.
“Misha Tilion.”
Ronan replied faintly, walking towards the man with poise, the breeze stirring the white hair at his temples.
“Misha?! You are Misha?”
Ronan’s casual response, however, elicited an unexpected reaction from the masked man, whose eyes first showed unexpected astonishnt, then slowly turned into an indescribable complexity.
“You’ve heard of my na?”
Ronan squinted his eyes, but the masked man did not answer, instead giving him a deep look, dropping a sentence, and turned to leave.
Ronan watched the man’s departing figure, his eyes flickering, but he did not make a move to stop him.
Judging from the opponent’s reaction, it seed he knew him, which made Ronan unexpectedly realize that the na “Misha” was already becoming prominent.
Did he know about the outco of the Trial of the Stone of Destiny?
Ronan couldn’t be sure, but it seed quite likely.
He turned his gaze to Selena, who imdiately approached him. Before he could ask, Selena had already proactively said, “It’s Wolin Alba’s n.”
Selena’s expression was sowhat complicated, unsure if it was because of the na she just ntioned or Ronan’s earlier action.
“…Wolin’s position in the Alba Royal Family is similar to mine, even far inferior. He wasn’t originally on the list of contenders for the throne, but sohow…”
Selena paused, lowered her head, and slowly said, “Just a year ago, Wolin suddenly received support from a mysterious force, replacing an heir and appearing at the Holy Grail assembly…
He just sent soone over, aiming to persuade to voluntarily withdraw and fully support him in vying for the throne.”
“Mysterious force?”
Ronan frowned slightly, “What’s it called?”
“Ghost Flower Society.”
Selena ntioned a force’s na, looking at Ronan with an inquisitive gaze.
Ronan shook his head, it was the first ti he had heard of this force’s na.
“How strong are they?”
“Very strong.”
Selena emphasized, “I should say extrely strong!”
“Each official mber of the Ghost Flower Society has the strength of a Level 6 Wizard, and their leader is even more unfathomable. I suspect they are at Level 6 Peak, perhaps even touching the edge of Twilight.”
“At the previous assembly, Wolin had conflicts with Seniwan, Edward, and others but never suffered any loss…”
“If not for the strict soul age requirent for participating wizards in this Holy Grail, Wolin might have been the one with the best chance of winning.”
Ronan carefully recalled the silver pattern on the mask of the Level 5 Wizard he had just forced to leave but couldn’t associate it with any valuable information.
“There are a total of six parties participating in this Holy Grail, counting us, five are already present.”
Ronan contemplated for a mont, then inquired of Selena, “Who is the other party? Tell as well.”
Selena nodded, her previous indifference towards Ronan substantially diminished following his tily assistance.
“The last one yet to arrive is Katie.
She is the youngest of all, likely the one with the least ambition for the throne.
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