Chapter 588: Chapter 264: The Price, the Bizarre
Ewaqu spoke gently, “Just place your hand on the statue. Havers might test you, and if you succeed, you will receive his legacy…”
Ronan wasn’t particularly averse; no one could refuse the legacy of a giant dragon soul from legend, especially when this giant dragon was also assumed to be the precursor of a powerful ancient and wise wizard.
Following Ewaqu’s instructions, he slowly walked in front of the massive giant dragon statue and then lightly placed his hand on the base of the statue, which was a toe of the giant dragon.
Ronan closed his eyes, and the ten Spiritual Power Crystals in his mind glowed faintly, releasing spiritual power that gradually seeped into the statue before him.
At first, Ronan couldn’t feel any unusual movement, but Ewaqu had told him that this process required a bit of patience.
The souls of the Witch Leaders were almost all in slumber; awakening took time.
During this period, all he had to do was try to remain respectful.
As time passed slowly, gradually Ronan noticed what appeared to be a bit of light “in front of him.”
Then this spot of light grew larger and larger, as if rapidly approaching somewhere.
In an instant, all the cold, void, and darkness faded away, and Ronan seemed to suddenly arrive in another world.
A terrifying world of fiery red, blistering heat, and riotous unease.
The ground shook and roared beneath his feet, the air was filled with the scents of sulfur and smoke, boiling magma surged across the surface, and the void trembled unceasingly.
Amidst all this, Ronan felt himself as small as an ant, surrounded everywhere by the forces of destruction.
He struggled to open his eyes wide, gazing forward, and in the distance, he faintly saw a massive and blurry dragon figure.
Almost indistinguishable from the giant dragon statue he had seen in the Sacrificial Square, but the size was more than ten times larger.
And that giant dragon was no longer deep black; its entire body was covered in golden dragon scales, and its curved, sharp dragon horns were like two ancient spears heated to red-hot, piercing the sky, its outspread wings shrouding the dome, casting a massive shadow…
And those eyes, burning golden red, like flowing magma, carrying a power that burned everything and saw through everything.
Just by staring directly at this colossal dragon shadow, Ronan’s body couldn’t help but tremble; the dragon exuded a mysterious aura that, from afar, instilled in Ronan the urge to fall to his knees and pay homage.
Ronan gritted his teeth, forcing his spine not to bend, trying to move forward, striving to walk in the direction of the dragon.
At this moment, a piercing sound suddenly rang in his ears.
This sound was like a poorly received radio signal, and also like someone desperately scratching a smooth glass plate with sharp nails, accompanied by a dull thumping sound and sharp, high-pitched terrifying screams…
More unbearable than the evil whispers he heard during several “Hekarter” will descents.
Instinctively, Ronan clasped his head with both hands, his face twisting as he squatted down on the spot.
“Baha.. Baha.. Bahafus…”
Amidst the almost consciousness-collapsing noise, Ronan’s dazed mind seemed to capture a deep and slick murmur.
The murmur kept chanting the name “Bahafus” in a peculiar language.
Ronan wasn’t even sure why he could comprehend the meaning within the murmur; he was already close to collapsing and fainting, yet at this moment, a mysterious curiosity and impulse miraculously kept him holding on.
“This is… a perfect… opportunity…”
“Once in… a lifetime…”
The murmur was intermittent and uncertain.
Suddenly, an angry roar from a woman erupted, instantly overshadowing the murmur.
“Get away! Vile worm… I… am not you!”
The deep, slick murmur seemed taken aback too, its tone becoming somewhat frustrated and angry.
“You will regret… not… later…”
“Since you…. I… will not be polite…”
“Don’t think… I will… give it to you…”
Just as Ronan was struggling to hold on, “curiously” listening to the dialogue between the two voices inadvertently captured in his mind, the golden dragon suddenly raised its head and uttered a thunderous roar under the distant crimson sky.
The world before him shattered like a mirror, a flower in the water, and a moon in the water in an instant, catching Ronan by surprise, and he was pulled away by a force that seemed to materialize out of thin air…
On the empty, silent Stone Statue Square, a figure clad in a black Magic Robe edged with silver staggered backward a few steps, then steadied, pale-faced and dripping in sweat, panting heavily.
A hand was extended from the side, offering a small green Potion bottle.
Ronan hesitated slightly, took the bottle, unscrewed it, and drank the Potion within in one gulp. He soon felt a cool sensation growing inside him, and the slight discomfort quickly receded like a tide.
Feeling much more comfortable after taking the Potion, Ronan supported himself up to express his gratitude to Ewaqu.
Ewaqu casually shook his head and said, “The first time I tried communicating with the Dragon Witch Leader, I was in a worse state than you are now… although he has a bad temper, he actually means no malice, it’s just that we are too weak…”
Ronan nodded, thought for a moment, and spoke, “Does this mean I… failed?”