Capítulo 809: Chapter 416: Valley of Golden Gates, Scorching Sun Throat, Red Dragon Bloodline!_3
The struggle for the throne of the Life Empire, yet allowing the wizards of the Tangista Empire to intervene, sounds quite unbelievable.
But upon deeper thought, it’s also within reason.
Without the presence of the Level 7 Wizard Alba King, it would be odd if the White Witch King’s reach did not extend to the Life Court.
And then consider the support for Edward Alba from the Twilight Council and the Ancient Witch Revival Association…
Ronan couldn’t help but shake his head.
This battle for the throne has genuinely become a chaotic mess; even Prophet Eve might be unable to foresee the ultimate direction of the outcome.
Compared to the consecutively arriving, overwhelmingly powerful popular contenders for the throne, Selena, a princess unable to gather even a few Level 5 Wizards under her command, undoubtedly seems like a nonentity.
However, thanks to everyone’s neglect of Selena, no one has come to disturb them.
Ronan spent a peaceful half-year in the Valley of Golden Gates.
When the autumn leaves dyed the forests on both sides of the Golden Gate River a vast golden yellow, in a secret grove, Ronan quietly watched the busy group before him.
A huge Magic Array Pool was being cleared out, and densely engraved with rune patterns.
A few wizards dressed in Life Court Magic Robes were cautiously pouring bottle after bottle of milk-like liquid into the Magic Array Pool, and the bottom of the pool had already accumulated a layer of milky white potion, not too far from being completely filled.
“Where is the Princess?”
Ronan turned his head, hands behind his back, and asked a born silver-haired, dark-skinned female wizard beside him.
She was the same silver-haired witch who had accompanied Selena to the south, whose name Ronan still didn’t know.
“The Princess has some matters to attend to. Under the Crown of Golden Dawn, if you need anything, just command me.”
The silver-haired witch responded to Ronan’s question with neither servility nor arrogance.
Ronan nodded slightly and said nothing more.
What the group was preparing for was naturally the ritual array he needed for his advancement from Level 4 to Level 5; in half a year, Ronan had reached a complete state in all aspects, even exceeding ten thousand in the number of memorized Ancient Spirit Texts.
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Everything was proceeding smoothly when suddenly behind everyone, an intense wave of spiritual power exploded.
This fluctuation of spiritual power, reaching at least Level 5 Late Stage, was like a gust of wind blowing through the forest, despite the distance, sweeping down the scattered golden leaves.
“Did it come from the Princess’s side?”
The silver-haired witch noticed this and her expression changed.
Just as she was about to inform Ronan to check, she turned around to find Ronan had vanished without a trace, leaving only a few leaves floating upward as if narrating his departure.
“Since I’ve made it this far, I can’t possibly give up.”
Under the desolate autumn sky, the overwhelming spiritual pressure formed transparent ripples in the void, spreading continuously downward and outward.
Selena, clad in white gold armor covered with countless shimmering runes, held a bow with both hands. The wind formed by the power blew her golden hair, revealing eyes as determined and sharp as arrows.
“You let Wolin come and tell me personally, let him take the same surname from my corpse.”
Selena spoke as she slowly drew her golden great bow, terrifying energy gathering at the arrowhead, forming a dazzling light.
In front of her, a man dressed in a Black Robe and wearing a silver-patterned mask coldly looked down at her, frowning beneath the mask.
“Overestimating yourself.”
The man with the silver-patterned mask finally shook his head, snorted coldly, and thick, serpent-like dark yellow tentacles quickly spread from his back, shooting towards Selena in an instant.
Selena gently breathed in, her eyes resolute, just about to release the bowstring.
At this moment, a brilliant column of light energy, as dazzling as dawn, pierced through the layers of space, shooting straight from behind her, penetrating the masked man’s body.
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