Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 728: Chapter 34: Look What This Is!

The three of them struggled to fend off Ragnar’s storm-like attacks while using the recoil from each collision to accelerate their retreat into the depths of the ruins.

However, Ragnar’s power increased at an unimaginable speed! The energy supplied by the Purgatory Magic Array seemed limitless; as he continued his pursuit, moving away from the core area, not only did the energy transmission not noticeably weaken, it seemed to become more violent and in sync due to some resonance between his own fighting will and the array.

They had merely retreated a few kilometers, but Ragnar’s onslaught had already completely suppressed the three of them working together! His flames were no longer simply scorching but carried a dual trait of corrosion and explosion, with terrifying power in every punch and kick.

"Clang—!"

Another direct clash! The Cross Sword in Vanilla’s hand clashed fiercely with Ragnar’s metal-covered Flame Heavy Punch! This time, she could no longer completely dissipate the enormous and irresistible force; she uttered a muffled groan and was sent flying like being struck by a Siege Hammer!

Fortunately, Kong had been watching her closely, blinking in an instant to her path in midair. He caught her with hands surrounded by gentle spatial fluctuations, but the powerful impact also caused him to slide back over ten meters before stabilizing.

"Pfft!"

As soon as Vanilla stood firm, she couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood with a burning scent, her right arm holding the sword trembling slightly, her tiger’s mouth already split, and the qi and blood in her chest and abdomen churning like a raging sea. She wiped the blood from her mouth and cursed in a low voice, "This monster... his strength is still growing!"

She endured the discomfort, turned her head to look at Lynch, who was rapidly inscribing some runes as if making arrangements, and shouted anxiously, "Lynch! Where are we retreating to? Why does it feel like we haven’t escaped this damned place yet? At this rate, we’ll be taken apart before we exit the range!"

Lynch didn’t lift his head, his hands still sketching complex silver lines in the void, but he spoke with an exceptionally calm tone, "Keep him distracted, don’t let him interfere with me! Follow the spatial marks I’ve left! I’ll explain everything else later, trust me!"

At this moment, Ragnar, like a Flame Demon God, approached once again, grinning widely as he swung down a rain of fire, completely covering the area where the three of them were!

"It’s easy for you to say!" Vanilla gritted her teeth, suppressed her injuries, and raised the Cross Sword again. Though the burning of the Sword God’s Power was suppressed, it still flared unyieldingly to face the destructive attack.

...

At the same time, directly below the Lost Fruit Tree.

Cyrus, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, maintaining a deep connection with the Purgatory Magic Array, suddenly opened his eyes! His old face was instantly filled with an expression of shock and anger, and he even stood up abruptly!

His sudden movement immediately startled Lai Ou, who was also meditating to adapt to the array’s energy. Lai Ou opened his eyes in confusion, looking at the ashen-faced Cyrus, and asked, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem with Ragnar’s side?"

Cyrus didn’t answer immediately but quickly formed a few spells, his perception sweeping across the entire magic array network like mercury. Moments later, his face turned extremely unsightly, and he spoke with suppressed anger, "Damn! It’s not Ragnar’s problem! Someone is forcibly breaking my restrictions! Their methods are very advanced!"

"What?"

Lai Ou’s rugged face also showed disbelief, "How is that possible? Not to mention your restriction is inherently very complex, how could it be so easily broken?"

"Besides, you’ve been setting up here for so many years, with layered restrictions throughout the core area of the chapel. Even if someone forces through a few layers on the perimeter, for the entire Purgatory Magic Array, it’s just a drop in the ocean, isn’t it insignificant to the overall structure?"

"Fool!" Cyrus, in a foul mood, couldn’t help but scold, "What if their goal isn’t to destroy the entire array, but just to focus their power to temporarily ’open’ a part of it, creating a gap unaffected by the array?"

Upon hearing this, Lai Ou was momentarily stunned, then his face changed abruptly, quickly realizing: "You mean... someone intends to ambush Ragnar there?! Sever his connection with the array?"

Cyrus’s face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it, as he said urgently, "Quick! Immediately use the secret technique to send a message to that fool Ragnar! Tell him to stop chasing and return at once!"

Lai Ou didn’t dare to delay, quickly making several gestures in the air with his hands. Only the crisp sound of ’clack, clack, clack’ was heard, as the air temperature suddenly dropped, and ice quickly formed and condensed into an ice bird in midair.

Accompanied by Lai Ou pointing in a direction, the ice bird flapped its wings and flew in that direction.

However, in this area with severe rule suppression and chaotic energy, whether this message could reach Ragnar in time remained unknown...

...

"Crackle—!"

A bolt of pale lightning tore through the murky air, striking Ragnar’s chest precisely, emitting an earsplitting boom! The gem at the tip of Lynch’s Blue Heart Magic Wand flashed, unleashing the power of the [Cyan Thunder] spell to its current utmost under these rule suppressions.

However, this strike, enough to severely injure an ordinary Domain Wizard, only slightly halted Ragnar’s forward momentum, whose aura was overwhelming at the moment. The dark red flames surrounding his body rolled as if alive, swallowing and extinguishing most of the lightning power, leaving only shallow white marks on the metal structures and layers of horn.

Currently, with the continuous infusion of energy from the Purgatory Magic Array, Ragnar’s power had already ascended to a terrifying level!

He seemed to have transformed into a real Flame War God, with earth-shattering power in every move. Even though Lynch, Kong, and Vanilla cooperated seamlessly and exerted all their strength, they could only barely support themselves amidst his violent onslaught, facing perilous situations, appearing very battered.

Ragnar’s ferocious grin grew even wider, as if he thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of crushing his foes, and his attack became even more fierce, intending to completely crush the three of them in one go!

However, at this critical moment—

"Flap... flap..."

The slight yet clear sound of wings cutting into the roaring energy battle. A small bird, entirely composed of crystalline ice, deftly maneuvered through several energy disruptors, swiftly arriving over the battlefield, heading straight toward Ragnar.

Ragnar’s aggressive assault momentarily stalled, casting a somewhat bewildered glance at the inopportune ice bird.

Before he could react, the ice bird cracked and shattered with a "snap" above his head, turning into numerous tiny, icy snowflakes carrying a chilling aura, seemingly possessing sentience as they sprinkled down, instantly merging into the blazing fire and energy field surrounding Ragnar.

The snowflakes did not attack but contained a distinctive spiritual wave and urgent information directly conveying Cyrus’s urgent and unquestionable recall command to Ragnar’s mind!

In Ragnar’s fierce eyes, a struggle and extreme reluctance flashed through!

He glanced at Lynch and the others, seemingly just within his grasp, then felt the urgent signal repeatedly echoing in his mind, ultimately letting reason triumph over vengeful impulse.

He abruptly withdrew the Flame Heavy Punch he was about to unleash again, his surging energy receded slightly like a tide. With eyes still blazing with furious fire, he glared at Lynch as if to etch his image into his soul, squeezing out a phrase filled with resentment and hatred through clenched teeth:

"Consider yourselves lucky!"

Saying this, he turned around, evidently preparing to leave.

But before he could walk away, Lynch immediately called after him, "Ragnar! Look what I have!"

Ragnar reflexively turned his head, and just one glance made the flames in his eyes, which had just been extinguished, flare up a hundredfold.

For in Lynch’s hand now was a large flaming sword—

It was precisely Ifrid’s Sword!