Chapter 277 Nash's Finger Bones. I Am Different From You, Alazan
"You'd better believe what you said."
Arazan snorted softly. He and Ronan were born as one, and with the existence of the "Master-Servant Contract", if Ronan died, he would also perish completely.
Ronan didn't want to argue with Alazan about this meaningless question anymore, so he changed the subject and asked, "Have you found the exit?"
He subconsciously glanced at Dodor III who was lying obediently in his arms.
"I probably found the direction."
Ronan raised his head, but heard Alazan continue to say, "But if you want to reach the exit, you can't get around the Storm Spirit entrenched in the center anyway..."
"I didn't want to get around it."
Ronan let go of Dodor III, stood up, and spoke calmly.
He took two steps to the cave entrance, raised his hand to blast the cave wall, and was ready to go out after resting.
The crystal stone wall can only block the breath for a short period of time. Soon, the elemental life forms will come again after smelling the "smell". This is the experience Ronan has summed up during his time in the Storm Realm.
"Wait!"
But Alazan stopped him with a serious tone.
"Shouldn't you also show me the means you use to deal with the ancient storm spirit? A storm lord who is about to be promoted to level seven is no joke... It is easier for it to tear you apart than to tear apart a snowflake. It only needs a glance and you will melt on the spot."
Ronan paused, and after silence, he spread his palm, and a pale ancient finger bone appeared in the palm.
There should be three sections, but the one at the fingertips has disappeared. It is the mysterious finger bone that Evaqui gave him.
The golden ladybug gently landed on the finger bone and crawled up and down for a while, and then Ronan's mind sounded Alazan's slight sigh.
"It's Nash's finger bone. If you have it, there will be no problem."
Ronan's expression changed slightly, "Do you know the owner of this finger bone?"
"Yes."
Arazan spoke slowly in a reminiscent tone: "The leader of the Shadow Leech Academy has been pursuing peace and tranquility all his life, but he has never been away from disputes. Even his bones were dug out after his death. He is a pitiful person after being refined into a magic tool."
"Shadow Leech Academy... Nash"
Ronan's eyes turned, looking at the finger bone in his hand, wanting to know more, but Arazan refused to say anything more.
He didn't have time to listen to Arazan's stories about the past. He put away the finger bone, punched through the crystallized rock wall in front of him, and strode out of the cave.
As soon as Ronan appeared, the storm elemental life forms nearby rushed towards him like a school of fish smelling blood.
Black spirit surged out of Ronan's body and spread out, turning slightly like a huge millstone. Several elemental life forms within a hundred meters of him were immediately crushed to pieces, turning into countless turbulent currents and electric lights.
More wind and electric elemental life forms rushed towards Ronan, and the scattered spirit quickly retracted and attached to the surface of Ronan's body, condensing into a solid lens, just like a suit of armor made of obsidian, which fits Ronan perfectly, and there are many sharp spikes and sharp blades on the shoulders and joints.
This is the "spirit armor" that Ronan has adjusted and condensed after countless battles in the past few months according to his own combat habits and combat style.
Compared with a few months ago, his proficiency in [Austerity Body Forging] and his ability to use and control black spirit have been greatly improved.
Ronan has even built his own [Double Spiral Palace] in his body, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly improved compared to before.
Ronan wore this strange armor, holding two swords, his black hair fluttering, and black lines like vines and flames growing in the middle of his chest. With the "body of the ancient demon", his whole body exuded a primitive, fierce and wild temperament.
He took the initiative to rush towards the dense elemental life forms in front of him, like an ancient sharp and unstoppable sword, stabbing into the group of elemental life forms.
Storm elemental spirits exploded one after another, and Ronan was unstoppable, like a black lightning, shuttling through the crowd, tearing through layer after layer of wind and electric screens.
Under him, Dodor III looked much more flexible than him, and even faster than him.
After a few months, the two had already developed a high level of tacit understanding.
Just as Ronan told Alazan before, he seemed to be addicted to the battle, but in fact his mind was calmer than ever. He had been consciously avoiding those elemental spirits with strengths above level three. If he couldn't avoid them, he would try to resolve or leave the battle as quickly as possible, and never put himself in danger.
He didn't know how far he had walked in the Storm Realm. If the direction guided by Dodor III and Alazan was correct, he should be getting closer to the center of the Storm Realm.
Ronan penetrated several waves of elemental spirit attacks in one breath, and his speed gradually slowed down.
In the battle circle he caused, there were more and more elemental spirits above level three, and it was beginning to be unavoidable.
"Huh--"
Ronan stopped on a crystallized rock peak, took out a few bottles of healing potions and poured them into his mouth, and took a short rest.
Looking up, he saw elemental life forms that were dozens or even hundreds of meters tall, surrounded by wind and thunder. The breath emitted by each of them made him tremble slightly.
However, what really attracted Ronan's attention were not these elemental spirits with strength exceeding the third level. At this moment, his entire mind was almost occupied by a scene in the distance -
What a magnificent and great creation it was.
A ten-thousand-meter-high giant statue built entirely of hurricanes and lightning. Under the dark clouds, it had endless purple aurora on its head, countless lightning waterfalls of lightning and lightning fell from its body, twelve tornadoes connecting the sky and the earth formed a magnificent backbone, and its ankles were immersed in the magma flow that was constantly gushing out of the earth's crust.
Ronan could not see its full appearance. The thick cumulonimbus clouds covered most of its body. He could only see four pairs of wings as terrifying as vacuum blades, and the tail of the lightning and electromagnetic storm that stretched back for who knows how many miles.
The sky and the earth were trembling slightly.
That was the sound of its heavy breathing.
With every breath, a vacuum zone that was constantly collapsing and exploding would appear in the thick clouds in the sky.
Countless large and small storm elemental spirits surrounded it, just like countless subjects were guarding their king!
"Weaver."
Ronan stared at the indescribable ancient terrifying existence and murmured.
His soul was trembling constantly, but every cell in his body seemed to be longing for and pursuing something.
The last time he felt this way was when he saw the ancient silver giant eel on the sea when he left the south and headed for the east coast.
The shock and impact Ronan received this time was even greater than the last time.
Several storm elemental life forms with a body size of more than tens of meters discovered Ronan's existence, roared angrily, and rushed towards Ronan.
Ronan slowly turned around from his trance, put away Dodor III, and then stomped his feet, and his body turned into a black light and shadow and rushed forward.
As if crossing an invisible boundary, all the elemental spirits were "enraged" wherever Ronan passed by. They roared and roared, turning into huge waves of thunder and hurricanes, trying to tear Ronan, the intruder who tried to challenge their king's majesty, into dust.
Arazan's urgent voice sounded in Ronan's ears, urging him constantly.
"It's time to use the finger bones!"
"Hurry up! You'd better not let it discover your existence."
Ronan took out the pale finger bones from the space ring and held them tightly in his hand, but he didn't squeeze them for a long time.
His figure kept rising upwards, enduring waves of unprecedented paralysis and tearing pain, trying his best to avoid the siege of the elemental spirits below.
His eyes always fell on the storm lord more than ten thousand meters high in the distance, as if waiting for something.
The daring ants tried to peek at the true face of the dragon, and the dragon raised its eyelids and cast an indifferent and scrutinizing look.
Alazan's voice became more and more urgent, and the golden ladybug danced anxiously in front of the substantial light curtain formed by the wind and lightning, and several times it almost landed on Ronan's nose.
Ronan seemed to be deaf to it.
Finally.
"Boom!"
The sound of the sky collapsing, the endless purple aurora and a round of "Sun" blooming in the dense cumulonimbus clouds above the sky, that is the eye of the storm weaver.
An extremely majestic and huge will fell, accompanied by thunders that fell like ancient giant pythons.
"Don't forget! Nash's finger bones can only shield it from its induction of you, but can't avoid those injuries for you!"
Alazan's voice of urging turned into a low roar, and it was obvious that his anxiety and irritability had accumulated to an extreme.
"Crack--"
Ronan's fingers moved lightly, and a section of the finger bones in the palm of his hand quietly broke into powder, and a mysterious wave emanated, condensing into an invisible black cloak in the void, slowly falling, completely wrapping Ronan in it.
Instantly, the roars and howls of countless storm elemental spirits below stopped abruptly. They suddenly lost the sense of the "intruder" and thought that it had been turned into dust. Everything quickly calmed down.
Only the terrifying thunder that followed the weaver's gaze still existed, like the leakage of an ancient forbidden magic circle, and it dropped a series of destructive power.
Ronan stood in the void. The "Sun" blooming in the cumulonimbus cloud above his head had gone out. He stood quietly, and did not take this opportunity to escape quickly. Instead, he was as calm as a bystander.
"What are you trying to do?"
Alazan's voice sounded in his mind, with a questioning tone for the first time.
"You are playing with fire with your own life, no, the lives of both of us, do you know?"
Ronan turned a deaf ear to Alazan's questioning, and his eyes followed the terrifying thunder that tore the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, he seemed to have found his target. He locked his eyes on the smallest storm thunder, and then moved his body and rushed towards it quickly.
"You"
Arazan's sudden exclamation was interrupted by Ronan as soon as it sounded.
"What am I after?"
"This is what I want."
"I am different from you, Arazan."
"I can't miss any opportunity to improve myself."
"Only by crossing life and death again and again."
"I can have a slight chance to grab what I really want."
In the low hum blown away by the wind, Ronan approached the thunder that blended with the storm.
He looked calm, with a soul-stirring light flashing in his eyes. He spread his arms and took the initiative to pounce on the thunder like a moth to a flame.
In an instant, Ronan's body was pierced by the storm and thunder at the same time.
In his eyes, complex runes like hurricanes and lightning quickly appeared, and the whole person was like an insignificant dust being submerged in the endless light.
In the consciousness space, Alazan, who turned into a golden ladybug, stared at all this for a long time without any words.
Central continent.
In the dark and humid swamp, the fragmented blue phosphorescence floated silently, illuminating the rotten leaves floating on the water and the twisted and dead trees.
From time to time, huge bubbles burst, spewing out bursts of foul smells.
"Pah-Pah-"
A figure stepped on the hurried footsteps and suddenly broke into this area.
This is a petite and exquisite girl with very white skin, wearing emerald green tight leather armor.
She bit her lips tightly, her face was stained with mud, and the roots of her hair were wet with sweat, but she didn't care at all, just kept running forward, looking back from time to time, as if she was being chased by something.
"Crackle, crackle--"
Suddenly, a dazzling electric light appeared somewhere in the dim swamp.
The girl was obviously startled and stopped walking. She waited for her mental power to disperse and carefully probed in the direction of the electric light. Soon, a bit of unexpected joy and hope appeared on her face.
The girl took off a silver ring hanging around her neck, held it tightly in her palm, and her eyes flickered a few times, as if she had made up her mind. She ran quickly towards the location where the electric light exploded with a firm look in her eyes.