Chapter 712: Chapter 356: Overwhelming Power, Golden Treasure!
Golden lightning descended, enhancing the might of the blade light.
As Ronan slashed down with this strike, the qi of the Forbidden Magic Domain belonging to the [Golden Fire] reached an unprecedented intensity.
The countless chanting voices swirling in the void gradually merged into a single voice - [All things are children of the Fire Gold, all things return to the mother of Fire Gold]!
Continuously repeating, it seemed like countless golden feathered wings buzzing.
"Boom!"
The golden wing blade slashed diagonally, splashing asphalt-like golden flames, like a hot knife cutting through butter, the giant with a hundred-meter arm was directly cleaved from the chest by Ronan in one slash!
At the break point, countless pale arms trembled and wriggled like severed eerie blood vessels, quickly being burned to black by the flames.
A wave of shocked and emotional consciousness came from the void, those five brilliant crystals representing the Elemental Spirit rapidly flickered, the half of the giant’s body that remained swiftly retreated.
Ronan blinked, paced forward to chase, his right hand naturally drooping, the golden wing blade composed of countless shattered notes drooping as well.
He treaded upon the void, taking a step forward, as if dragging a knife along.
"Whoosh—"
Ronan raised his hand, making another slashing posture.
The golden wing blade in sync, the blade light splattered, reflecting a dazzling and brilliant dreamlike golden era in the void.
The forbidden electric light followed closely.
"Crack—"
The blade light flashed by, leaving a silent and dazzling blade mark stretching unknown distances along the gray-white earth, inside the mark countless mud and sand melted from the heat, asphalt-like golden flames flowed within the furrows.
And the remaining half of the giant’s arm was directly dissected, revealing an elementalized figure hovering between reality and illusion.
Unable to clearly see its face, only vaguely capturing a face full of shock and disbelief.
The five brilliant crystals on its body dimmed significantly, once separated from countless pale arms, it fled directly to the distance without a word.
"Whoosh—"
The dazzling golden blade light tore through the long sky, the tip of the blade extending an eye-piercing resplendent light out to unknown distances, striking that figure, causing it to explode directly.
Ronan heard a sharp scream, followed by countless beams of light converging again, forming a figure much dimmer, and with a flash, it completely vanished beyond the horizon.
"What a pity...."
Ronan looked at the figure that quickly became difficult to capture, a few traces of regret in his eyes.
After all, it’s a Level 5 Wizard, even though the Elemental Spirit was only Five Stars, once the body elementalizes, determined to escape, it’s challenging to restrain them.
He slowly withdrew from the state of [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought], the soaring spiritual power rapidly receded, and the splendid golden wing blade also disintegrated, the forbidden faded, transforming back into titanium under his control.
The second layer change of the inheritance magic [Golden Fire Spirit Mo Ye] had a power that somewhat exceeded Ronan’s expectations.
The song of gold and fire, a poem belonging solely to Spiritual Moya Moya, he barely opened the first page... it was enough to crush an ordinary Level 5 Wizard with a Level 4 body.
Of course, it also had an inseparable relationship with the extraordinarily abundant foundation of spiritual power beyond common belief.
"This is just the second stage domain resonance realm with the [Golden Soul] and [Brass Head] spells having such might.
If all five spells reached the second stage, or even the third stage....
The secret technique [Golden Origin] might perhaps surpass [Erosion Moment]."
Ronan’s eyes burned brightly, with golden colors swirling in his pupils that had not yet faded.
This is the difference between having and not having inheritance in spells.
The secret technique of multi-sphere fusion, like on the ice side, Ronan’s own researched and explored [Hekarter’s Ancient Devouring] seemed much weaker.
"Maybe I should revisit the magic topics of ’Ice and Fire Fusion’, ’Ice and Fire Coexistence’..."
Ronan thought, silently turned around, and then immediately saw Jason standing with eyes wide open, mouth slightly ajar, with a look like a wooden sculpture.
He seemed to have forgotten what Ronan previously asked him to do, maintaining that posture, standing dumbfoundedly, not moving an inch.
Not until Ronan landed in front of him did he slowly come out of the "petrified" state.
"Stop daydreaming, quickly open the treasure."
Ronan flicked his sleeve lightly, the crisp sound of titanium clanging from under his magic robe.
Jason nodded instinctively, cast an indescribable look deeply at him, and then began to complete his unfinished task.
But for the first incantation to open the treasure, Jason made mistakes five times in a row, only on the sixth time did he finally clumsily complete each step.
"To~an.."
Accompanying the final syllable spilling from Jason’s mouth, the ordinary-looking ring he had been holding suddenly burst into brilliant silver light.
Then a strange scene occurred—
The gray-white sand dune nearby rose upwards, sand and stone tumbled down rustlingly, not long after, a narrow and peculiar silver door appeared from behind the dune.
The small door was covered with various beautiful patterns, but there were no handles, locks, or loops on it.
At this moment, the glowing ring shattered, turning into a cluster of light fragments, as if blown by the wind to the small door, which creaked open inward, revealing a deep downward-curving staircase.
Ronan and Jason exchanged a glance, seeing a faint excitement and joy in each other’s eyes.
Jason casually tossed a few Rune Stones around, concealing the anomaly and fluctuations of the sand dune, then briefly called to Ronan.
"Let’s go."
Ronan nodded without wasting words, the two entered the small door one after the other.
If they did, almost instantly, the small door behind them closed.
Both Ronan saw with their own eyes the small door quickly fading, ultimately turning into a barren stone wall, seemingly never having been there.
"Damn it.."
Jason rushed up to fumble around the stone wall, his face ugly as he looked at Ronan, "We won’t be trapped inside, right?"
Ronan was silent for a moment, then said, "Let’s go down and take a look first."
Jason nodded, his expression gradually calming down.
Since we’re here, we might as well make the best of it; now’s not the time to be worried about such things.
The two of them slowly walked down the stone steps. On either side, the steps were flanked by a seemingly bottomless abyss, but from below, a faint glow emerged, like a mysterious magic luring them to quicken their pace.
"Hiss—Hiss—"
Jason suddenly sniffed hard and frowned, "What smell is that? Did you catch that, Damien?"
Ronan’s expression changed slightly, and he replied softly, "It’s the smell of Gold Coins.
The scent of many, many Gold Coins piled together...."
His words made Jason’s eyes light up slightly, his figure becoming even faster, almost merging five steps into two, and in a blink of an eye, he was upon the first spot of light below.
Ronan walked behind Jason, watching him almost fly down the stairs, heading towards a platform below about a dozen meters in diameter, burying himself deep into a pile shaped like a small mountain, a dazzling heap of Gold Coins!
"Crash—"
Jason directly toppled a mountain of Gold Coins, diving head-first into a sea of sparkling Gold Coins, raising his head sharply, grabbing handfuls of coins with both hands and exclaiming excitedly, "Haha, treasure... Gold Coins... all mine, all mine!"
The joy lasted several breaths before Jason sighed heavily and shook his head, "But what use are Gold Coins to us Wizards? They’re not Demon Crystals or even Magic Stones...
Damn it!"
He stood up from the heap of Gold Coins, stomping the ground hard in frustration, ranting, "What a letdown."
"Not necessarily."
Ronan descended the steps, casually picked up a Gold Coin and, noticing the prominent Goblin head pattern on it, spoke with a curious tone, "These Ancient Gold Coins contain quite a bit of Rare Magic Metal, worth far more than you might imagine..."
As a Metal Element Wizard, Ronan’s sensitivity to Rare Metals far surpassed that of the average Wizard.
He sensed that the Ancient Gold Coin in his hand contained a significant amount of Rare Magic Metals, some components of which bore a striking resemblance to the material of the medallion hanging around Dudor the Third’s neck, nearly all being Dawn Rank Rare Metal materials.
Although the Rare Metal content in each coin wasn’t much, the sheer number of coins couldn’t be dismissed.
This platform alone, with its mounds of coins, probably contained hundreds of thousands if not over a million coins. If all were used to nurture Titanium...
He had previously considered advancing Titanium but never had the spare resources to do so, and now this issue seemed to resolve itself.
At this thought, Ronan took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.
He then turned to Jason, who had regained interest in the coins at his suggestion, and said, "These Gold Coins are very useful to me, enhancing the Grade of my Metal Magic Medium.
Jason, could you spare some for me? I can trade Demon Crystals for them..."
Jason glanced at him, casually replied, "If you want them, just take them all.
They don’t serve any purpose for me anyway."
Ronan frowned, "It seems you don’t really understand the true value of these Ancient Gold Coins..."
"Of course I do."
Jason laughed, "They’re Rare Metals.
But how many Wizards would bother extracting them from each Gold Coin?
If you ask me..."
Jason flicked a coin from his fingers, sending it flying into the pile with a crisp, melodious clang.
"They just have some value for collection and study."
"But..."
"Damien!"
Ronan wanted to say something more but was immediately interrupted by Jason.
"Have you seen me thank you for what happened just now?"
Jason looked at Ronan seriously, paused, and calmly said, "Or are you trying to insult me with this token?"
Ronan was taken aback.
From Ronan’s perspective, whether it was the ring or the exact location of the treasure, it was all provided by Jason. He, being someone who joined the "exploration of the Goblin Treasure Vault" for free, would be content to walk away with even a small portion for himself.
They weren’t long-time friends, just ordinary acquaintances.
But now, it seemed Jason didn’t see it that way.....
Ronan remained silent for a while, finally nodding.
"Alright."
He spoke calmly, "Then I won’t be polite with you."
Jason beamed, his face, which seemed somewhat stern, broke into an incongruously warm smile.
"That’s right.
When we encounter something I need later, I won’t be shy with you either...
Honestly, Damien."
Jason spread his hands helplessly and said, "If I were you, I’d have already killed me and enjoyed the treasure alone."
"Sorry to disappoint you.."
Ronan replied blandly before he started using the Mist Space to gather the piles of Gold Coins from the platform.
On the third batch.
With a crisp "crash," an endearing, fluffy Grey Mountain Goat with small but sharp, cunning eyes jumped out of the space on its own.
As soon as it emerged, it cozied up to Ronan, rubbing against his leg relentlessly.
"Baa, baa, baa—"
Gazing longingly at the pile of Gold Coins, it had a pleasing expression.
"Dudor the Third..."