Molli’er’s cherry lips slightly pressed together, staring fixedly into Ronan’s eyes, her gaze seed to pierce straight into his soul.
After several breaths, she shook her head.
"Forget it.
I’ll tell you when I think of it."
Then she turned her body back around.
"Anyti."
Ronan couldn’t help but add.
Molli’er didn’t even glance back, just responded with a "Hmm," seemingly in a better mood instantly. The two white and tender little hands gripped the Magic Wand behind her back, stepping forward with light and delicate dance steps.
Ronan watched Molli’er’s back, his gaze unconsciously softened.
Sotis he saw the shadow of his deceased sister Li’er in Molli’er, there were places where they resembled each other so much.
Unfortunately, Li’er had long passed away, leaving behind a daughter, by reckoning...
She must be about the sa age now as when Li’er was when he left ho.
"Agatha..."
Ronan softly recited the na of the girl in the swaddling clothes in his mory, a trace of lancholy arose from his heart, which he quickly brushed away.
He shook his head, his eyes returning to calmness, and went after Molli’er.
The two of them continued along the vast lava plain forward.
This used to be O’Brien’s pasture for nurturing Fla Demons and Fire Dragons; each volcano was a dragon’s nest, and the flowing lava beneath was their playful bath.
Of course, the pasture is now long desolate, no longer a sight of roaring Fla Demons or the soaring Dragon Shadow.
The sky kept shifting between orange-red and crimson-purple, with a lazy warm wind caressing the ground, making everything seem so tranquil, as if even ti had slowed down.
"Uncle most despises people with no manners..."
"Don’t exhibit any Ice Magic-related tricks before him..."
"He might brew so tea for you himself, rember to complint it as much as you can..."
Under the mirror-like sky, two figures walked side by side.
Molli’er tapped her fingers, listing one by one, incessantly advising while Ronan listened attentively, constantly nodding, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes.
"That’s about it."
Molli’er clapped her hands, seemingly satisfied with Ronan’s attitude, saying, "I’ll tell you anything else when I rember."
"Whew——"
Ronan exhaled lightly, reviewing all the key points Molli’er had ntioned in his mind, then spoke, "I almost forgot to ask, what is your uncle’s na?"
"His na is...."
Molli’er was about to answer.
Just then, a violent Space fluctuation erupted suddenly from a void not far in front of them.
A staggering figure erged from the Void.
It was a young man dressed in black, his face pale as if clutching sothing tightly in his arms.
The appearance of the youth caused Molli’er’s answer to co to an abrupt halt, her gaze involuntarily drawn over.
"Abu..."
Molli’er blinked, muttering the youth’s na.
As he saw Molli’er, the latter forced a smile on his face and started walking towards them step by step.
His State seed to be very bad, with each step, his spiritual power rapidly weakened, almost failing to sustain Flying, staggering as if he might fall from mid-air any mont.
Molli’er swiftly hurried to et him, Ronan following closely behind.
When they approached the youth, he was already plumting downward like a stone.
A streak of spiritual power from Ronan erged lightly, effortlessly catching him, and the object the youth was holding fell, which Ronan saw was a shriveled, aged corpse curled into a small ball.
His expression stiffened, instinctively glancing at Molli’er.
At this mont, he saw Molli’er staring intently at the corpse that had fallen from the youth’s arms, her whole body petrified.
Ronan imdiately had a bad premonition.
Before he could inquire about the reason or think about how to comfort Molli’er, the youth he was holding suddenly let out a series of extrely suppressed groans of pain.
Ronan glanced at the youth, seeing countless vein-like black lines densely erging across the surface of the black-clad youth’s skin, pale as paper.
These black lines seed to be constantly tightening into the depths of his body, causing the boy to tremble, his body curling up, displaying an incredibly painful and twisted expression on his face.
"A Curse?!"
Ronan’s eyes flashed, the Star Force Field enveloping the youth rapidly erged, as he attempted to infiltrate the youth’s body with his spiritual power.
Yet in the next mont...
"Pff——"
A straight line of blood sprayed out from the youth’s body.
Then ca the second, third, fourth...
Countless blood lights splattered, chunks of blood and flesh fell rapidly from the body like shattering clumps of mud.
In just a few breaths, Ronan watched helplessly as the youth was brutally executed alive by a terrifying and invisible force.
The large figure was cruelly segnted into thousands of small chunks of blood and flesh by countless bizarre black lines, even his soul was similarly shattered into countless pieces.
Finally, only a completely bloodless, snow-white head and a garnt thoroughly soaked in fresh blood gently floated down.
The bizarre lines that had cruelly annihilated the youth in black moved slightly like satiated leeches in the Void, gently enwrapping the youth’s head as it rolled down from mid-air.
Ronan stood aside, watching as Molli’er remained rooted in place, holding the head of the deceased youth in black, wide-eyed and motionless.
Soon after, she seed to have her soul suddenly withdrawn, collapsing helplessly to the ground as tears started to flow rapidly.
"Abu.. Abu..."
Molli’er held the youth’s head, eyes vacant, expression numbly repeating his na.
The youth’s lips slightly moved, almost as if trying to respond, but quickly beca completely still.
Ronan watched this scene, his eyes filled with an unease, as Molli’er had ntioned to him about her "family" in the Realm of Departing Fire.
Apart from an uncle who shared the sa Phoenix Family Phoenix Bloodline with her, there were two servants.
One was the recently deceased black-clad youth Abu, the other, probably the aged corpse the youth held before dying, was Robner.
"Sothing happened.."
The two servants of the Phoenix were killed inside the Realm of Departing Fire.
This was a conspiracy aid at annihilating the Phoenix, and it had already begun.
"Molli’er.. Molli’er..."
Ronan’s face was heavy as he attempted to call Molli’er’s na.
Molli’er turned a deaf ear, just clasping the two corpses, her head lowered as she knelt dazedly on the ground.
Strands of slender golden-red Flas gushed from every pore of her body, radiating a temperature terrifying enough to scorch the soul, coalescing in the Void into a beautiful feather-like shape.
Ronan could sense the intense emotional fluctuations of violence and madness surging from Molli’er along with the Flas.
These emotions quickly accumulated, reaching a peak in an instant, then erupted suddenly.
"Ah——"
Turbulent Flas surged into the high sky like countless birds, an innurable torrent of Fire Elent Energy rushed into the Space.
Molli’er lifted her head, letting out a hysterical scream, her long hair, originally braided into thick braids, now completely spilling out.
Her entire body was ablaze; her eyes had beco completely dominated by a deep near-purple red, her face covered with a dense spread of tiny blood vessels, and infinite Flas subtly coalesced above and behind her into the phantom of the legendary Phoenix.
"Molli’er!"
Ronan looked on with pity, loudly calling Molli’er’s na.
Molli’er, however, did not even glance at him, with an expressionless face she dashed forward like a Fla towards a direction.
Ronan flickered into her path.
"Get out of the way!"
Molli’er raised her hand, but her voice was icy cold.
The Fla hovering over her head rapidly descended toward Ronan, leaving a distinct crimson crystalline trail in the Void in its path.
Ronan frowned deeply, looking at the surging hot Flas.
He suddenly gritted his teeth gently, the blue-gold Frost Whale mark between his brows lightly pulsed.
In the next second, he spread his arms, an endless chill of Ice Frost surged from within him.
"Ooo——"
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