Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 729: Chapter 35: My Turn, Isn’t It?

The moment Ragnar saw the great sword in Lynch’s hand, burning with a flame both familiar and strange—Ivrefret’s Sword—his already crimson eyes suddenly contracted, and immediately afterward, as if a sea of fire had been doused with a ton of fuel, his violent rage blasted into the sky, a hundred times more intense than ever before!

This sword was not only the life-quality witchcraft he forged with countless efforts and a lifetime’s collection, but it was also his supreme masterpiece, intricately connected with his own Flame Domain, his soul, and the core symbol of his power. It was his true lifeblood!

The previous hatred for Lynch, although the disgrace of severe injury was part of it, the real driving force buried deep in his heart was his obsession to reclaim this sword!

At this moment, seeing his enemy not only possess his treasure but seemingly having made some "modification" to it, the string named "rationality" in Ragnar’s mind completely snapped!

"Crunch, crunch, crunch!"

Ragnar’s teeth ground audibly, his killing intent so intense it could be felt from afar.

Watching the flames around Ragnar erupting uncontrollably like an erupting volcano, the aura so violent it seemed about to tear the surrounding space apart, Lynch remained relaxed. He even flicked his fingers lightly against the glistening blade of Ivrefret’s Sword.

"Ding—!"

A clear and melodious ringing sounded, as if mocking Ragnar to the extreme.

Lynch sneered, his gaze sweeping teasingly over the blade: "This thing is indeed excellent, feels really handy. I even added a little ’decoration’ to it, did you see? Seems brighter than before."

"You! Want! To! Die!"

Ragnar squeezed these words out from deep within his throat, his voice hoarse and twisted, filled with a madness to destroy everything.

Cyrus’ urgent recall order? The safety of the Purgatory Magic Array? At this moment, all were reduced to ashes by the engulfing fury!

His entire body of flames contracted inward violently, then exploded like a supernova, turning himself into an out-of-control blazing meteor, recklessly charging toward Lynch!

"Stop him!" Kong shouted urgently.

Vanilla gritted her teeth and swung the Cross Sword to face him again. But Ragnar was already completely insane, his fighting style became chaotic, attacking without defense!

Facing Vanilla’s sharp thrust towards his side, he didn’t dodge or evade, merely roaring and concentrating more flames onto his fist, exchanging injury for injury, he smashes his fist hard onto Vanilla’s sword!

"Boom!"

Vanilla was blasted away, sword and all, by this unreasonable brute force, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth once again. Yet Ragnar’s side merely bore a new charred scar, quickly healing under the array’s energy infusion. His steps did not halt, his scarlet eyes locked dead onto Lynch, continuing his attack!

Lynch was startled by this do-or-die momentum, but quickly steadied himself, casting spells to disrupt while continuing to taunt: "What’s wrong? Getting anxious already? Your treasure listens to me very well!"

Ragnar, looking like a mad demon, intensified his attacks, the flames surging like tsunamis wave after wave toward the three of them.

Kong’s space barriers shattered and reformed repeatedly, Vanilla was beaten into retreat step by step, Lynch’s spells forcibly extinguished. Despite them teaming up, they were completely suppressed, barely holding on, danger looming over them, with numerous injuries accumulating on their bodies.

"Hahaha!" Ragnar let out a triumphant and cruel laugh, as if seeing the dawn of victory, "Struggle! Ants! Today is your death day! I will burn you into ashes and take back my sword!"

However, even with the dire situation, there was no sign of panic on Lynch’s face; instead, within that messiness was a trace of eerie calm.

He wiped off the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, boldly taunting Ragnar further: "Oh? Really? What a pity, it seems your borrowed power... isn’t very stable, is it?"

Ragnar was about to launch a final blow, to completely crush the pesky worm in front of him—

At that very instant!

An abrupt change occurred!

The terrifying aura on Ragnar, which had been surging like a volcanic eruption, inexhaustible, suddenly came to a halt! It was as if someone had pinched the energy delivery pipe out of thin air, the originally ceaselessly flowing dark red energy from the distance array’s core abruptly ceased!

The blazing flames burning on his body rapidly dulled and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if doused by a basin of cold water.

The overwhelming domain pressure capable of crushing the three rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon, within a few breaths falling back to almost his own level, even appearing somewhat unstable due to earlier excessive exhaustion!

Ragnar’s sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by immense confusion, bewilderment, and a hint of... deep-seated fear! He subconsciously looked back towards the chapel’s core.

The energy supply of the Purgatory Magic Array... was cut off!

Ragnar’s face changed dramatically, as if doused from head to toe by a basin of cold water, the brain nearly lost to searing fury awakened instantly with ice-cold crisis!

"Not good!"

He immediately realized that Cyrus’ warning was correct; he had completely fallen into the opponent’s carefully designed trap! With the Purgatory Magic Array’s energy connection severed, his greatest reliance had vanished, his strength plummeting abruptly, even suffering short-term weakness due to just exhausting himself wildly.

Without hesitation, Ragnar urged the remaining flame energy within him, retreating violently, trying to distance himself and withdraw back to the core area still covered by the magic array, at the first moment!

Yet—

Just as he turned to retreat, two tall, silent figures emitting icy metallic luster appeared behind him like ghosts, noiselessly blocking his retreat!

It was Lynch’s Destroyer Puppets, quietly set up long in advance!

During the previous heated battle, with extremely covert methods and under the cover of energy collisions, Lynch silently maneuvered them to this critical point like lurking vipers, finally baring their fangs.

With a formidable enemy in front, and retreat cut off behind!

Ragnar’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Half-crouched on the ground, seemingly supporting his body with Ivrefret’s Sword, Lynch now slowly and leisurely straightened up.

With the back of his hand, he casually wiped away a smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth, this simple action carrying an indescribable calmness and pressure. The great sword burning with intense flames was easily held in his hand, the blade inclined toward the ground, its flowing golden fire patterns seemingly more active due to its owner’s battle intent.

Lynch’s lips curled to one side, revealing a sneer mixed with coldness and mockery, his grey eyes like cold stars, fixed on the panicked Ragnar.

"Just now..." his voice, not loud, yet piercingly clear through the battlefield’s embers, carried a calmness of controlling the whole scene, "Wasn’t that fun?"

Pausing for a moment, he lightly lifted Ivrefret’s Sword, causing the blade to hum and flames to surge.

"Next..." Lynch raised his sword pointing straight at Ragnar, his tone suddenly stern, "I think, it’s my turn now, right?"