Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 218 - 120 Sixth Ring, Crowning, Heaven’s Pride, Trembling_2

Chapter 218: Chapter 120 Sixth Ring, Crowning, Heaven’s Pride, Trembling_2

Perhaps it was because of the effects of these odd Light Points, or maybe due to the catalysis of the successive high-intensity battles, but at this moment, he finally stood at the last threshold from advancing from a Level 1 Wizard to a Level 2 Wizard, ready at any time to break through to the second level.

Just as Ronan was happily surprised, he suddenly noticed that the milky Light Points had disappeared, replaced by countless dazzling golden Light Points.

He blinked his eyes, trying to touch these golden Light Points with his hand. The golden Light Points passed through his fingertips without leaving any effect, simply dancing and circling around him...

In just a short while, Ronan was surrounded by numerous dense golden Light Points.

At the same time, a strong fluctuation of Spells emanated from below.

A huge projection of light fell upon Ronan, and in the next moment...

An image of a young boy with scattered white hair, fair and handsome with blue eyes was directly projected into the sky outside the Rune Formation.

This young boy was surrounded by countless golden lights, peerlessly handsome, exuding an indescribable noble grace.

Those golden lights converged around him, forming one golden ring after another.

One... two... three...

In total, six golden rings appeared, then overlapped; finally, they shrank into the pattern of Sixth Rings and delicately imprinted on the forehead of the projected boy, bestowing upon him an extra touch of mysterious nobility.

At this moment, it was as if all the light between heaven and earth gathered upon this handsome young man. The radiance he emitted made even the light from the Runes on the Silver-white Tower seem dim...

Facing the completely identical projected image of himself, Ronan stood on Biondini’s back, inwardly scoffing at the so-called "Crowning" ceremony process.

"So ostentatious..."

"So embarrassing..."

...

"Damn it, scammer!!"

In the Seventh Magic Rings, near the Rune Formation in a high altitude, on a Rune Hot Air Balloon that glowed faintly.

Alida, holding a small and exquisite sun umbrella with transparent lace around the edges, snarled with clenched teeth, cursing the Magic Tool merchant who had beguiled her into paying a week’s worth of hot air balloon rental in one go.

"They even said that this time there would surely be a chance to see, claiming that the energy Light Shield used to block the view on the Rune Formation would thin out day by day... And here I am, having been sunburned for three to four days!"

"How can the energy of the Array possibly decline, unless they stop the operation of the Array, otherwise the Protective Shield cannot become transparent... This is something that anyone with a little knowledge of Spells would know, haven’t you noticed that over these days, only the two of us are left here..."

Jacob explained softly, only to be met with Alida grabbing his arm and biting it like a little dog.

"What’s the use of saying this now? Why didn’t you remind me earlier? Do you know how many Magic Stones I’ve spent renting this hot air balloon, panting and gasping..."

"I’d already mentioned it before, but you wouldn’t listen... Hey hey... Alida, go easy..."

While the two were playfully scuffling, suddenly, a strong beam of Spell light pierced through the thick crystal-like Rune Array Light Shield in front of them, shooting into the sky.

Right after, a tall and magnificent giant human projection appeared.

"Jacob, you’re really going to die... huh..."

Alida, who had been enthusiastically gnawing Jacob’s arm, froze the moment she clearly saw the Spell projection close at hand in the sky.

She blankly released Jacob’s arm, her gaze shifted skyward, even oblivious to the transparent strand of drool connecting her mouth to Jacob’s arm.

Alida’s attention was entirely fixed on the Spell projection surrounded by countless golden lights.

After staring intensely for a while, Alida blinked, turned her head towards Jacob beside her, and pointing at the sky, inquired, "Jacob, does that person up there... look like Wizard Ronan?"

Jacob had already been stunned still, murmuring and shaking his head faintly.

"I also... don’t know..."

...

Inside a small tavern on the outskirts of Seventh Ring City.

A red-haired Quidi lazily sat on a high oak stool, tapping his fingers on the table, urging, "How about it, mate, isn’t it ready?"

"Wait."

The young Male wizard with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting opposite him was constantly fiddling with a small, exquisitely crafted silver Magic Box, furrowing his brows and saying, "Strange, it was agreed to transmit the battle projection over here. I’ve been able to receive it the past two days. Is it because the second round has begun, and inside the Magic Ring private Shadow Print of the battles is no longer permitted? I paid with Magic Stones..."

"Forget it... wasting half my day."

Seeing that the blonde wizard was fussing around without any progress, Quidi shook his head, stood up from his chair, and yawned.

"You’ve probably been scammed again by the same bunch who rented out Magic Airships at the gates of the Array on the first day of the battles, that projection they gave you might well be from the last selection...

Really, it’s not even worth watching.

We can’t even enter the Magic Rings, those Geniuses within the Rings... are even further beyond our reach..."

As Quidi spoke, he prepared to walk out of the tavern.

Just at this moment, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from outside.

"Bang!"

A tall, skinny man with an excited and unusual expression barged in, pressing against the tavern door, pointing outside, and repeatedly exclaiming, "Outside... come out and look outside..."

A slight commotion arose within the tavern as several wizards stood up to head to the door.

Along with the blonde wizard, Quidi followed out of curiosity. As they stepped outside the tavern, they found the street in front of the tavern packed with people.