stjorthotic Chapter 163 Self-immolation!Speaker shot
Chapter 163 Self-immolation!Speaker shot
"It's just a broken ear, but it can't make you succumb!"
If it's just a broken ear, it's really impossible to make this werewolf succumb immediately.
But... Ronan's ultimate move is not here.
Quinn and the white apes on the side watched the noble Master Zhenlong torture a werewolf, and they didn't feel cruel at all, but seemed to be planning a plan.
"Master, do I need to swallow it in one gulp?"
Quinn stretched out his huge snake head and asked cautiously.
Ronan waved his hands, indicating that they don't need to take action.
Will in the contract space didn't show any dislike. After a moment of contemplation, he woke up Ronan who was obsessed with cutting off his ears and gouging out his eyes.
"Werewolves and blood clans are the same, and the bloodlines trace back upwards, and they all have a common source."
"I remember that there is a secret technique that can be sacrificed through the characteristic casting action, and it can be directly fed back to all the creatures inherited from the same blood source, so that they can burn themselves to death."
Facing Nok the werewolf, Ronan openly revealed this trick.
really.
After hearing the words of this goblin, the werewolf, who was still mighty and unyielding just now, showed a trace of solemnity, and his face became even more ugly in an instant.
"Impossible! The secret technique that works on the bloodline has been destroyed by all races in the mainland since the death of the Dark Witch King! You can't have such a rare and lost secret technique!"
Nuowen yelled out a little out of composure. In his opinion, it is absolutely impossible for Ronan to learn this kind of secret technique, because the whole continent prohibits this kind of secret technique applied to bloodlines.
Because, that is the terrifying method of the legendary Dark Witch King!
But the moment Nuowen yelled out, he regretted it, because he saw the mysterious smile on Ronan's face, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat, realizing that he had exposed his weakness.
"You are so afraid of the secret technique of cutting off the bloodline, is it because the werewolf ancestor you went up to has not yet reached the demigod level?" Ronan said as if he had guessed his mind.
The secret technique of severing blood can only work on creatures that have not stepped into the demigod level!
For creatures that have not stepped into the demigod level, once they suffer from the secret technique of cutting off their bloodlines, their bloodlines will definitely be polluted, and their offspring will definitely be cut off!
The prince's ancestor of the werewolf Novin did not have a demigod level, but only hovered at the middle level of the legendary level. For many years, he did not go any further!
"How can you guess that!"
Nuowen is still betting, he is betting that Ronan is fishing for law enforcement, he is simply deceiving himself, so that he can relax his vigilance and get information!
The Speaker personally ordered that no one should disclose this mission...
But when several strange materials appeared in Ronan's hands, and strange rituals were arranged around him, Nuo Wen completely panicked!
"Hey, no way! Stop pretending, you can't have such an inheritance!"
"Look at your magic circle is all wrong!"
"Wait, what are you reading? What are you reading!"
"Stop, stop, my heart, my veins! Stop, I say, I say!"
Accompanied by a sharp pain in his heart, an illusory fire fell on his blood, burning his powerful werewolf blood fiercely!
Nuowen is completely stunned!
However, Ronan only slightly slowed down the speed of chanting the incantation. The fire of blood was still burning Nuo Wen's whole body, making him extremely painful, and his body was crackling like fried beans.
"The Speaker let us in to steal the dragon blood!"
Only then did the illusory blood flames stop slowly, and Nuowen breathed a sigh of relief!
"Steal the blood of the dragon?"
Ronan asked: "Mixed-blood dragon beasts are everywhere on the mainland. Aren't you dark creatures always proud of your pure blood? The essence of the dragon race is too high. Your so-called speaker, how can you steal it?"
After opening his mouth, Nuowen's attitude obviously softened a lot, and he said honestly: "The chairman just said that in the depths of the dragon tomb, there is a living dragon heart, which belongs to the white dragon that has been igniting the divine fire all the time and ascending to the throne of God. The gods stayed behind!"
"Our goal is that heart!"
God fire!
White Dragon!
God!
heart!
Ronan was stunned.
Unexpectedly, a big fish was actually caught this time!
"What kind of creature is that speaker of yours? A werewolf? A blood race? Or a mind flayer? A dark demon? The Dragon Tomb plane has always been in the hands of our Winter Empire. He is a fly who has been hiding for so many years. How did he get the news? ? How was it determined?"
Nuowen shook his head, and said: "We don't know what the speaker is, because we low-status minions have never seen its real body, but what I can tell you is that we... ah ah ah Ahh!"
Nuowen explained it to the ordinary, an illusory flame grew out of his body, the flame turned his blood into dry wood, and the flames soared, melting the werewolf in the ice sculpture in an instant, turning it into a fire wolf !
Nuo Wen opened one scorched eye, looked at Ronan in despair, and said unwillingly, "Didn't I just say that? Why are you still driving the ceremony?"
Ronan just watched coldly from the sidelines.
This was not a secret technique he continued to apply, but a hand and foot engraved on Nuo Wen's soul by a strong demigod early in the morning. When he triggered the taboo, it would be activated immediately, and the soul would spontaneously ignite.
Nuo Wen also seemed to realize something, the only remaining eyeball showed panic, he opened his mouth that had been burned to the bone, and begged for mercy loudly: "Wait a minute! Mr. Speaker, I was wrong, and Nuo Wen was wrong! Please You give me another chance! Please give me another chance!"
It's a pity that the fire blazed and burned it all.
And at the last moment when the ignited soul fire was extinguished, a voice reached Ronan's ears——
"Ronan, the young master of the Stuart family, we will have a long life!"
Obviously, this is the speaker of the powerful dark council.
He had tampered with the souls of the werewolf Novin and the vampire Gulak to ensure that after they were discovered, they would not reveal any secrets that belonged to them.
But why allow them to name their goals?
on purpose!
What's the point of deliberately leaking it to yourself?
Or... is this mysterious Speaker using himself as a pawn for another purpose?
Information is a bit too little!
No useful information can be deduced for the time being.
Turning around, as expected, the ice sculpture that had imprisoned Gulak was also melted, leaving only a puddle of gray ashes in the snow water, which was buried by the snow in a short while.
Ronan stood where he was, feeling a little upset.
why?
Because there are always some unsightly things who want to attack themselves, and then use themselves to achieve their goals!
If Ronan is upset, someone will be in trouble!
Ronan looked at the broken ear of Nowen in the snow not far away, with a very happy smile on his face.