Wizard Bloodline

Luckily, no one was watching. Ronan was now ready to commit seppuku at any time.

"Will it be ineffective if I do this deliberately?"

Ronan thought for a moment and put down his sword again.

He carefully recalled the experience of being injured in the battle with the Green Thorn Hurricane Queen Bee.

"In addition to the external injuries that penetrated the waist and abdomen, the toxins carried on the stinger of the Green Thorn Hurricane Queen Bee are also a very important source of injury."

The bee venom of the second-level monster is enough to easily destroy the body of a first-level wizard.

Even Ronan, whose Immaculate Body is extremely powerful, consumed nearly half of his vitality to suppress the toxin.

"It's better to start with the toxin first. It's too stupid to use a sword to hurt yourself."

Ronan took out a section of several meters long from his storage pocket. The thickest part was nearly one meter thick dark green spikes.

When he cleaned up the body of the Green Thorn Hurricane Queen Bee, he deliberately left the stinger behind. Now is the time to use it.

This huge tail stinger looks like the upper half of a court knight's lance. Although it looks huge, it is light in the hand. It contains extremely rich wind energy particles.

"Hu——"

Ronan picked up the tail stinger with both hands, and the sharp needle-like tip slowly moved on the body to find a suitable landing point.

To be on the safe side, Ronan also prepared many bottles of first-level detoxification potions and first-level treatment potions, which were placed at hand and could be reached with one hand.

After a little hesitation, Ronan aimed at the right abdomen, and with both hands, he slowly pressed down the tail stinger in his hand.

The fine and dense skin was sunken a little bit. Although it had not broken yet, there was already a severe stinging pain from the landing point.

"Puff——"

With a slight piercing sound, the tail stinger of the Green Thorn Hurricane Queen Bee completely pierced into Ronan's flesh and blood.

In an instant, the stinging sensation was magnified dozens of times, and the wound seemed to have a dark green spider web spreading rapidly around.

"Huh——"

Ronan took a short breath, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his fair and handsome face, and the veins on his forehead jumped slightly.

He never stopped moving his hands, and kept pressing the stinger to penetrate deeper.

The white light ball representing the majestic vitality in his body was already being consumed rapidly, and a large number of light points representing vitality were released and rushed towards the wound.

Ronan's eyes were fixed on his character panel, and the number displayed after the master-level proficiency of [Austerity Body Forging].

It was unknown how long this process lasted. When the queen bee's stinger had penetrated the flesh for almost half a foot, Ronan finally saw the panel data that he had been thinking about jump.

[Austerity Body Forging (Master 5/1600)]——[Austerity Body Forging (Master 7/1600)]!

It increased by two points in one breath.

"Huh——"

Ronan let go of his hand instantly, and the queen bee's stinger fell to the ground with a "bang", and he quickly picked up the detoxification potion and healing potion at hand and poured them into his mouth.

"Hoo-hoo--"

He was sweating all over, like he had just been pulled out of the water.

The instant pain and this kind of slow pressure pain are two completely different concepts, and he did it himself.

Ronan looked at the puncture wound on his right abdomen that was slowly healing. He had obviously found the right way to increase his master-level proficiency in [Austerity Bodybuilding], but he didn't have the courage to pick up the queen bee's tail stinger for a second time.

"Do I have to poke and poke myself like this in the future?

Is there a way that is less painful?

How about taking poison directly?"

Ronan had just reunited with "pain" a few days ago and called the other party an old friend who had not seen him for a long time. Now he just wanted this "old friend" to get out of the way quickly.

He was not a masochist. He was accompanied by pain at the beginning because he was forced by the death threat that he would die if he failed to be promoted.

"Huh?!"

Ronan was considering the feasibility of skipping the puncture process and taking poison directly, and suddenly found something strange.

"Why didn't the antidote work?"

Ronan had just taken two bottles of antidote and one bottle of healing potion.

The healing potion is mainly used to replenish the consumption of the white vitality light ball in the body. After all, the principle of most healing potions is to promote the healing of injuries by replenishing vitality.

The healing potion worked normally, but after drinking two bottles of antidote, Ronan found that there was no effect.

The wound he was stabbed by the queen bee's tail sting, whether it was the healing speed or the speed of pain subsiding, was only related to the vitality consumption of the white light ball in the body.

"Is this not poison at all?"

Ronan picked up the queen bee's tail sting on the ground again, penetrated his mental power, and carefully explored it.

After a moment, he said "tsk", and slowly put down the queen bee's tail sting with an expression of "really", and his eyes turned.

"It's not a toxin, but a super-high concentration of wind energy particles."

"After being injected into the body by the tail sting, these energy particles suddenly accumulated together and seemed to be a kind of poison..."

After discovering this, Ronan suddenly realized that his previous judgment was not accurate enough.

What really increased the master-level proficiency of [Austerity Body Forging] was not simply "injury", but rather - being attacked by energy particles.

"In other words."

Ronan's eyes lit up, "It only needs to be a spell?"

It couldn't be easier to prove this.

Ronan snapped his fingers, and a large number of ice particles gathered in the air in front of him, and soon a rotating ice ball appeared out of thin air.

Zero-level low-level spell - [Ice Ball Spell].

Of course, the power of the [Ice Ball] summoned by Ronan at the moment is very ordinary, and it is only at the level of an ordinary low-level zero-order spell.

"Bang!"

A whole ice ball hit him directly, and the icy air that splashed in an instant made him feel a needle-like pricking pain on the surface of his body, and the whole person couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"Hu——"

He stood up, moved his body a little, and shook off the ice debris all over his body.

Checking his body, except for feeling a little cold, there was no injury.

This was the first time he tested the defensive ability of his [Immaculate Body], and unexpectedly found that it was not bad. It could directly resist the low-level zero-order spell without any impact.

However, the proficiency of [Austerity Body Forging] on the panel did not increase.

As Ronan expected, he summoned the second ice ball immediately.

The third.

The fourth.

After five ice balls were thrown at him in a row, the proficiency on the character panel finally increased from the original 7 points to 8 points.

Ronan, who was covered with a thin layer of frost, clenched his fists as he looked at the panel.

It works!

His idea was right!

Since wind and ice spells can promote the master-level proficiency of [Austerity Body Forging], then other spells can definitely do the same.

He finally knew how to practice [Austerity Body Forging] after the master level.

"It's just the body resisting lightning, frost washing face, and lava bathing."

"Master-level [Austerity Body Forging], is this starting to focus on improving the elemental resistance of the body?"

Ronan's eyes were burning, and a long-lost passion ignited in his heart.

"While forging the body, you can also brush up the proficiency of spells, which is simply killing two birds with one stone."

"Let's start working hard"

Micro-secret space.

Next to a transparent ice coffin wrapped in dense rune arrays, Benigo sat on a chair, holding a silver cup in his hand, as if taking a rest.

Compared with a few months ago, the rusty ulcer on Benigo's left cheek has improved a lot, gradually revealing his original heroic facial features.

But his temples are much more gray, and the whole person is more unkempt and looks very tired. Only a pair of light golden eyes maintain a calm and clear luster, as if they are always thinking.

"Pop--"

A strange sound sounded, which was so clear in the silent and deserted secret space.

Benigo, who was resting, came back to his senses from his meditation and thought he had heard it wrong, but when his eyes habitually turned to a certain direction.

His eyes fell into a momentary trance, followed by uncontrollable excitement and joy from the bottom of his eyes.

Benigo quickly stood up from the chair and appeared in front of a laboratory table filled with various utensils and emitting a strong smell of blood.

His eyes were completely attracted by a seed soaked in an unknown dark red liquid on the table.

The seed has sprouted, and a little pink and white has grown on the black embryo. There seems to be a vein-like pattern in the pink and white that is extending little by little.

Benigo stared at the seed for a long time, his eyes intoxicated, as if he was about to fall into it.

After a moment, he regained his composure, quickly took out a communication stone from his pocket, and whispered: "The seed has sprouted

Also, I have something to tell you, you'd better come over as soon as possible."

After that, Benigo put away the communication stone and continued to focus all his attention on the seed in front of him.

He didn't know when there was a pen and paper in his hand. He observed, thought, and quickly recorded something.

After an unknown period of time, a slight energy fluctuation came from the entrance of the secret space.

"You are here. After the Holy Blood Tree seeds sprout, they need... Hmm?"

Benigo, who was observing, subconsciously greeted in the direction of the secret entrance, but after seeing the appearance of the person coming, he was stunned.

The changes in the appearance and temperament of the person in front of him were so strange that Benigo almost thought he had recognized the wrong partner.

——

I saw a young man with a handsome figure walking towards him.

White hair, blue eyes, a black mist-shrouded armband on his right arm, and silver and blue rune patterns growing upward along his chest and neck, highlighting his exquisite and noble temperament.

The boy seemed to have just come out of a practice, with undried sweat beads on his body, wet.

The whole person seemed like a huge and terrifying molten iron furnace, with terrible invisible rolling heat waves emanating from his body, burning everything around him, giving people an extremely domineering and strong sense of oppression.

This momentum gradually converged as the boy approached Benigo step by step, and finally disappeared completely like a long sword returning to its sheath.

The boy returned to his original exquisite and handsome appearance, with skin as white as fine brocade, and an ice-blue gem necklace looming around his neck, as if he had just walked out of a wealthy family.

"Is this what the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree look like after germinating?"

The boy walked quickly to the side of the experimental table, squinted his eyes and carefully examined the germinating seeds on the table, then turned to look at Benigo, "What did you just say you would need in the future?"

Benigo recovered from his brief stupor and looked at the boy deeply.

He didn't know why the mental power fluctuations emitted by the other party had not improved much, but the threat he felt was several times stronger than two months ago.

It was like a legendary dragon was sealed in the body, and occasionally the scales and claws were revealed inadvertently, which could bring a shudder to the soul.

This is someone else's secret. Everyone has secrets, and so does he.

"You need your blood to be watered regularly."

Bannigo said, "If you want the seeds to continue to grow, you must use blood rich in vitality to water them.

So far, your blood is the most vibrant and energetic I have ever seen."

Ronan frowned slightly, and then heard Benigo speak again: "You don't need a lot, it won't have much impact on your body.

And there is another benefit of watering with your blood. When the Holy Blood Tree is fully grown, it will be especially close to you.

That is a close connection of blood, even better than some soul-bound master-servant contracts."

"That means it drinks my blood, and will recognize me as its master in the future?"

Ronan understood.

"Almost, you should be its master."

Bannigo replied lightly.

Ronan nodded, without further ado, the black armband made of nightmare tungsten steel on his right arm separated a little, flowed into Ronan's hand and turned into a knife, and then quickly turned into a silver color.

Ronan picked up the knife and gently cut his index finger.

After two months of hard training in [Ascetic Body Building], this was not an easy task.

Only Ronan himself knew how much force he had used to cut the skin of his fingertips and force blood to drip into the culture dish containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree.

After dripping about ten drops of blood, Benigo called Ronan to stop.

"It's much less than what I originally expected..."

Benigo looked at Ronan with a strange look on his face.

Ronan pretended not to hear, and put his torn finger into his mouth, asking Benigo: "What is the other thing you said in the communication stone?"

"It's about you."

Benigo carefully fiddled with the Holy Blood Tree seeds in the culture dish, and said: "The Magic Circle has recently discovered another brain-eating flower, in a secret realm, and it was issued as a task..."

"You stay in the secret realm every day and don't go out. How come you are so well-informed about all kinds of news in the Magic Circle?"

Ronan was surprised.

Benigo just shook his head and said: "It's just a little privilege that has not been completely taken back from being a third ring.

This is not the point.

The point is that I happen to know an ancient magic potion formula, which requires the use of brain-eating flowers as the main material.

The effect of this ancient magic potion, in addition to greatly improving mental power..."

Benigo paused here, looked at Ronan, thought for a while and said: "Maybe it can also increase your chances of understanding a resonance of the magic domain in advance."

"Buzz——"

Ronan's pupils trembled slightly.

Soon, he calmed down.

"Tell me more about this mission."