Capítulo 872: Chapter 439: Death, Don’t Ever Forget
The eyes of both t silently in the flickering void, under the grey robe, the six components of the Heramus inheritance emitted a slight humming, as if welcoming a new partner about to take its place.
Juventus extended his hand, the pulsation of energy gathered in his palm along the arm.
Yet at the precise mont he was about to make his move.
“Boom!”
An unprecedented terrifying explosion sounded from afar.
Extrely terrifying spell aftershocks swept over like a hurricane and tsunami, and Juventus’ figure swayed violently in mid-air.
He jerked his head around, and in his secret silver eyes instantly reflected the sudden eruption of a magnificent red fla in the distance, illuminating the entire space.
That was the site of the past Level 7 battle belonging to the Phoenix Family and the White Witch King; the shattered palace ruins were now completely engulfed by firelight, with countless lava and molten rocks spewing from beneath.
The massive ancient platform began to collapse downward, emitting a colossal rumbling, tenfold more intense and majestic than the prior Level 7’s battle among three people, as if so extrely terrifying ancient forbidden existence was awakening bit by bit from beneath the platform…
At this mont, Juventus nearly forgot his purpose, standing dazedly in place.
Lin Disi appeared beside him swiftly like a specter, the original confidence and composure replaced by sheer urgency and horror.
He frantically urged Juventus, almost snarling.
“Quick! Hurry up!”
“Damn it! That bitch directly detonated the rune formation underneath!
The accumulated fire elent energy of the Realm of Departing Fire for millions of years is exploding, the entire secret realm space is about to be destroyed…
She wants everyone to perish with them!!”
….
The ground shook violently, the space shook in synchronization.
Ronan looked at the ancient platform he stood on, like a giant black cake floating on red cream, rapidly disintegrating, lting…
The cracks on the platform multiplied, each one shooting piercing firelight, then the firelight swallowed everything.
Terrible heat waves kept rushing upwards layer by layer, Ronan attempted to fly upwards, but a powerful suction erupted from the collapsing platform ground simultaneously, a simple lift-off required several tis the spiritual power than usual, and the attraction continued to intensify.
The very bottom of the Realm of Departing Fire was a huge natural magic magnetic gold vein, due to the O’Brien Array, throughout the ages, this magic magnetic gold vein continuously absorbed floating fire elent energy.
Now, this array has collapsed.
Without the confinent of the rune formation, the terrifying elental power accumulated over ti began to explode completely, presenting this apocalyptic spectacle in front of them.
“Where’s the exit.. where’s the exit?”
Ronan’s mind rotated rapidly, now he couldn’t care less about finding Molli’er’s “key”, his eyes flashed with profound silver light, with the Minotaur space inheritance blessing, his hands drew horizontally on the air before him.
A Level 5 Wizard doesn’t possess the ability to traverse the void freely, Ronan has never attempted this short-distance space transmission without an accurate target space landing point.
In the process, a single mistake could cause the turbulent spatial currents within the two spatial layers to shred him like a sieve.
But Ronan could not afford to worry about risks at this ti.
The next second, the edge of his palm sliced through the air, revealing a space cross-section like a distorted mille-feuille, making his heart sink rapidly.
The massive fire elent energy and magic magnetic gold force erupting from the underground affected even the space; the originally stable space structure now beca unrecognizable. He took a deep breath, weighed his options, and ultimately didn’t muster the courage to step in.
Two silhouettes flew rapidly toward Ronan.
Ronan couldn’t spare attention to identify the newcors, his figure exploded into a burst of silver flas, and instantaneously appeared in another void not far away.
The rampant heat waves in the air grew increasingly terrifying, the platform below was nearly two-thirds completely engulfed by flas, the magma flowed over the platform, and in his eyes, all was a twisted mirage distorted by high heat.
At this mont, a shrill sound ca from overhead.
“Molli’er!”
Ronan looked up, saw Molli’er with flas cascading over his body, crimson wings growing on his back, almost obscuring his physical form, frantically crashing around in a “cage” composed of platinum arcs.
Above the platinum “cage”, a hand, expressing indifference, was extended flatly, belonging to the White Witch King.
Ronan had no ti to worry about Molli’er, a strong sense of crisis struck again.
Several figures appeared silently around him, quickly converging on him.
Juventus, the grey-braided woman, Gorini, and even the uncertain-faced Lin Disi.
“Titanium!”
Ronan lifted his hand, like a torrent of liquid gold, the titanium ran along his damaged body, enduring the soul-stinging sensation caused by severe spiritual power overdraw, nine primordial spirit crystals erged again, rapidly gathering the endless fire elents rolling toward him.
“Spiritual Moya Moya….”
Ronan squinted, his eyes flashed with a blade-like sharp golden light.
His single hand swept across the void before him, countless musical note fragnts condensed from titanium clashed, emitting a chanting sound of the Fire Gold Song.
Just as he prepared to make a desperate move, Molli’er’s second shrill cry rang out, this ti accompanied by an unprecedented massive explosion.
Following the explosion ca the surging fire waves that blew Ronan’s temple hair; he abruptly raised his head, only to see the enormous platinum “cage” and the figure of the White Witch King now entirely engulfed by the red-gold fire waves.
The montum of this terrifying fire wave hadn’t fully erupted when a figure wrapped in flas rapidly magnified in his field of view.
An irresistibly powerful force surged into his chest, catching Ronan off guard, his whole body suddenly pushed and swept downward rapidly.
At this mont, ti seed to decelerate countless tis.
Ronan’s thoughts stretched infinitely during his uncontrolled plumt.
Everything he had seen in the Prophet Eve’s fireplace flas now replayed vividly in his mind.
Each scene perfectly matched every mont he is experiencing now.
For so reason, Ronan’s heart was exceptionally calm.
For so reason, he thought of the endless azure sea breeze blowing across during his ti at Qifeng Port Town.
Then cos Li’er’s figure, which should belong to the “previous life” mory when she was so young, tightly hugging the doll he gave her, looking at him with joy and anticipation.
And after the Heramus Genius Seat Battle, the night of escape, standing beside a bonfire on a silent wilderness, watching a blazing fireball streak across the sky, straight toward him…
Soone said that before dying, one often recalls the most unforgettable scenes in their life.
Ronan only now realized… his most unforgettable mories were these.
All that he thought, speculated, once took pride in, carried like a dal on the high wall of mory—those life and death monts, those inheritances, those battles..now, seed so insignificant.
Infinite magic magnetic gold attraction and fire waves licked Ronan, the next second he seed to lt, faintly hearing the cracks and pops as his skin, tendons, bones burned like wet firewood.
Yet Ronan was enveloped by imnse tranquility, as if soaking in a newborn hot spring.
He did not know how long had passed.
Until….
A pair of slender, soft arms tightly hugged him.
Soft lips pressed against him, kissing him, then leaned near his ear, speaking as if crying or confessing.
“..I have nothing, I don’t have anything anymore!”
“I only have you now.”
“Ronan, Ronan…”
“My blood, my flesh, my bones, everything I have is yours.”
“Don’t forget !”
“Please..please do not forget …”
The next second, the fiery, scorching, slender little person embracing him suddenly lted into a flow of water.
It enveloped Ronan gently.
Then swiftly seeped into his body.
rging with his soul, fusing with his blood and bones….
…
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