SWDnovel Chapter 343 Metatron, Rhythm of Fire, Amazing Surprise, Fire Demon Destruction!
Chapter 343 Metatron, Rhythm of Fire, Amazing Surprise, Fire Demon Destruction!
Chapter 343 Metatron, Rhythm of Fire, Amazing Surprise, Fire Demon Destruction!
red!
high temperature.
Ian felt as if he were in a furnace, his body instinctively feeling uncomfortable.
Looking at what's in front of me.
All that could be seen before me was a vast volcanic region, with each volcano reaching hundreds or even thousands of meters in height, resembling an apocalyptic landscape.
At that moment, he was on one side of this area, beneath a volcano that was a thousand meters high.
Raise your head.
You can see the terrifyingly high temperature at the top of the volcano, the spewing volcanic ash, the dark red sky, and the fiery clouds that stretch for more than ten kilometers.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"
Ian couldn't help but ask instinctively.
Reach out and feel your own state.
He was about 1.7 meters tall, but very thin, with dark brown skin covered in fine scars and various lines.
Looking at these patterns, Ian instinctively felt that they contained some kind of power.
As for condition and age.
The level of life is in the second ring, but the age is only a teenager.
"So young?"
Ian was somewhat shocked, considering that when he was a teenager, he was still struggling to get started and wasn't even worthy of carrying shoes for a young boy.
"And he's so young. Am I Metatron's student? Or do I just look like him when he was young?"
Ian frowned.
"Noorja taevakirju joadus, Metatron!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, and Ian instinctively understood the meaning of the words.
"Young inheritor of the Sky Citadel tribe, Metatron!"
So, am I Metatron?
Ian suddenly realized.
But the next second, he felt his body lose control. He turned around and saw a person not far away wearing a robe that looked like it was made of lizard skin, with feathers on his head, various bone ornaments around his neck, and runes all over his body.
"Kasa Priestess".
The boy bowed respectfully.
Sacrifice?
Ian was still conscious, but he could not control his body.
He had done his research.
Metatron was the first wizard, which was impossible in his time, but there were already priests, who were the extraordinary masters of that era.
It is said that the quantity is extremely small.
"Young priest, I have received a letter from your Sky Tribe priest. We were good friends when we were young. I will help you master the power of fire."
The priest of Kasa spoke calmly.
Sky Tribe?
The power of fire?
Ian heard another name and was somewhat surprised, because he thought of the eternal sky, which seemed to have a sky.
Is there a connection?
But I didn't see it when I looked through the materials. Could it be a coincidence?
Ian kept thinking.
All I can say is that the deeper I went into the dream, the more I made discoveries. No wonder it's the dream of the first wizard.
"Master, what should I do?"
The young Metatron spoke.
Priest Kasa stretched out his wrinkled right hand and pointed to the volcano in front of him, saying, "To master the power of fire, you must hear the sound of fire. I want you to climb this volcano within three days without using any power."
Metatron turned around.
Looking at the towering volcano before him, Metatron didn't know how to feel, but Ian was dumbfounded.
This is the volcano in front of us.
The absolute energy level has reached the second ring, and even the core area has reached an extremely high level within the second ring.
No supernatural energy is used.
Climbing this volcano is something humans can do; how could humans possibly endure the flames?
wrong.
It seems that it really works.
Ian thought of the Fire Resonance, which seemed to grant him some protection from flames.
Is this the same meaning here?
But even without the extraordinary heat of a second-ring volcano, Ian's lips twitched—a real twitch.
This is because he had regained control of his body at this point.
The priest Kasa behind him looked at him expectantly, seemingly wondering how long it would take for this wizard, whose reputation had already spread throughout the priestly circle, to go up.
Ian gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
He turned to look at the volcano, and at that moment he could better feel his body.
Those patterns seemed to be extraordinary power, constructing this second-ring extraordinary physique.
However, there were no mental anchors or mental crystals within his body, only a chaotic mass of mental energy.
Sacrifice?
Ian's lips twitched as he recalled the information. It was said that all the priests were born superhumans, born superhuman users.
Is it simply a matter of understanding and mastering the power of fire?
Isn't this pure talent?
And it seems that what is happening before our eyes is Metatron's extraordinary training process to master the flames of the second ring.
By climbing a volcano?
Ian blinked.
As he gazed at the volcano, his throat slightly twitching, he had no doubt that if a person were to experience failure within it, they would be severely injured, or even die.
Were all ancient sacrificial rites this extreme?
But now that this scene has appeared in Metatron's dream, it clearly means that he has succeeded.
"If he can do it, so can I."
Ian took a deep breath.
We strode onto the volcano.
A volcano thousands of meters high.
Ian could endure the distance of several tens of meters, feeling the familiar frequency of the flames, and his speed was very fast.
Behind him, the wizard Casa nodded in satisfaction.
But the next second, after Ian had walked three hundred meters, he had almost entered the Second Ring Road area.
Ian's body instantly turned fiery red, with large patches of it appearing.
In just over ten seconds.
Ian fell unconscious in the flames.
The wizard Casa stood there dumbfounded, completely stunned.
Where is the promised top genius?
Why did it suddenly stop working?
"Is this even a dream that a human could experience?"
The scorching heat seemed to penetrate the dream, leaving Ian, who had broken free, still with a lingering illusion.
This even made the damage to his mental strength less painful.
Simply relying on your sense of the flame to withstand the burning of a second-ring flame sounds okay, but when you actually do it...
Ian said.
It's like giving him a slingshot and asking him to figure out how to shoot down a plane.
That's outrageous.
No wonder there were few extraordinary sacrifices in ancient times.
These are people who are one in a million.
"Metatron, as the First Wizard, possesses undeniable top-tier talent; he might have passed on his first try, but I used my soul after entering!"
Ian grinned.
Moreover, he still doesn't understand what the sound of fire is.
"Ian, I can hold on for two more times. This passage isn't that stable," White Fang's voice rang out.
"clear."
Ian gritted his teeth.
Enduring the mental anguish, I entered the dream world once more.
Familiar surroundings.
A familiar opening.
The same bewilderment was resolved.
One last time, Ian desperately tried to sense the so-called sound of fire; perhaps only a perfect-level fire frequency technique could work.
Ian reached 350 meters, by which time flames were already engulfing his body.
He stopped the Kasa priests who came to his rescue.
Before the burning completely ended, Ian seemed to hear a different sound.
That was the sound of fire.
"To experience the flames, must one be completely consumed by them?"
Casa looked at the mess on the ground and sighed.
At the same time, I felt a sense of emotion.
Sky Tribe is really good at exaggerating its claims.
How hypocritical!
On the other side...
As soon as Ian emerged from the dream, White Fang's voice rang out. The next second, the silver light retraced its path, and they had arrived at the shallowest layer of the dream abyss.
White Fang was emitting a dim light, as if his energy had been severely depleted and then merged into Ian's body.
It wasn't just him.
At this moment, Ian, feeling his severe injuries, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
"This kind of injury will take at least three months to recover."
Ian grinned.
But it was all worth it.
He looked at the panel.
At this moment, a new skill appeared on the previously blank second-ring panel.
"Second Ring: Rhythm of Fire (Beginner 1/100)"
"The Rhythm of Fire".
Ian squinted, but didn't care about his feelings. He quickly left the secret realm and then swallowed several bottles of potions.
That made me feel much better.
"Much better."
Ian took a deep breath.
"It will take at least three months to recover. Forget about fighting. At most, I can do some light alchemy."
The cost is high.
But it's worth it, even more than worth it.
Ian closed his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the world of elements reappeared before his eyes: earth, water, wind, and fire—the four cornerstones of the elemental realm.
But this time.
The fire element seems to have changed slightly.
He used to feel a sense of closeness when he sensed the fire element, but now he seems to be able to sense something on a deeper level.
The Will of Flames!
It seems his connection with the flames has deepened.
Enduring the slight pain, he released a tiny fireball, about the size of a fist.
But this time, the fist-sized flame seemed to contain some kind of will.
burst!
combustion!
Ian gently released it, and the surrounding hundreds of meters instantly turned into a fiery domain.
"this...."
Ian's throat moved slightly.
Normally, this area should only be a few tens of meters, but this time it has been expanded by half.
Moreover, the flames had stopped burning and the ground had begun to melt, but normally a fireball spell of his level wouldn't be able to achieve this effect.
All of the properties of fire seem to have been enhanced.
"Is this the rhythm of fire?"
Ian pursed his lips.
He could vaguely sense that the rhythm of fire seemed to be a deeper feeling about flames.
But why didn't the teachers at the college mention it?
Ian raised an eyebrow.
I'm going to ask the teacher.
Inside the castle, Kieran looked at Ian with curiosity, his eyebrows slightly raised.
.
"Your mental strength is injured?"
He realized it.
"Yes, teacher, but it won't damage the root cause; a few months of treatment should be enough," Ian replied.
"Hmm." Kieran nodded, not asking Ian what had happened, but simply asking, "So, why did you come to see me?"
"Teacher, I want to know, what is the rhythm of fire? Or perhaps the sound of fire?"
Ian looked up and asked.
"The Rhythm of Fire?"
Upon hearing these four words, Kieran's eyebrows slowly rose, and his gaze gradually became serious.
Kieran asked uncertainly, with a hint of disbelief, "You sensed the rhythm of fire?"
Ian nodded.
sizzle!
Kieran gasped in shock.
Seeing his expression, Ian immediately realized that this thing might not be so easy to understand.
A dozen seconds later.
Kieran then looked at him and said, "Let me see."
Ian demonstrated the small fireball spell again, and although he didn't release it, Kieran could already sense something different.
Watching the flames burn.
Kieran was silent for a moment, then said with relief, "Ian, I guess I underestimated you!"
"The Rhythm of Fire is actually the degree to which a wizard is sensitive to the elements, just like the Resonance of Fire. But if the former is 1 in difficulty, the latter may be 10. These are two completely different dimensions."
"The cultivation of a second-circle wizard involves enhancing extraordinary abilities and refining an extraordinary physique. In essence, it is still about exploring the scope and quantity of elements outward. The Rhythm of Fire, on the other hand, is about exploring inward. It is said that ancient priests mastered the extraordinary by sensing this rhythm, but only a very few of them did so."
"In the Wizarding Era, only a very few true geniuses could comprehend it; even in the Gray Tower, only the most outstanding students could comprehend it."
Done.
His gaze toward Ian was incredibly complex.
Time and again he thought he had seen through Ian, but Ian kept redefining his understanding.
"The Rhythm of Fire has many benefits. You've already experienced the improvement. Secondly, it greatly enhances your mastery of fire and your ability to utilize resources. An ordinary wizard might absorb about 70-80% of a resource, but a wizard who has mastered the Rhythm of Fire can extract more from it and even refine an extraordinary physique. You might be able to use the same resources much more efficiently."
"This is wonderful news for you. I didn't tell you before because I was worried it would waste your time, but I didn't expect you to give me such a surprise."
Kieran sighed.
Ian was also stunned.
He never expected there would be such a benefit.
hiss.
He already lacks resources, so if he could use them more efficiently, it would be a lifesaver.
"Metatron's dream is truly extraordinary."
Ian grinned.
My curiosity grew even stronger about what lay deep within the dream.
"Here, take this!"
Kieran threw out another bottle of potion.
"A top-grade mental energy restoration potion should be able to heal your injuries. Be more careful in the future."
"Thank you, teacher."
Ian's eyes lit up.
Resources of this caliber are not something that can be bought; otherwise, he wouldn't have said it would take several months, given how important time is right now.
"Go."
Ian left.
As Kieran watched Ian's departing figure, his gaze was complex. For the first time, he felt that Ian might actually have a chance to condense this complete, top-tier extraordinary physique.
the other side.
Ian received the potion and went into the meditation room to begin his recovery.
Several days later.
Ian's mental strength reached its peak, even surpassing his previous state.
This dream was incredibly rewarding.
It even made him want to go inside again, but unfortunately, White Fang didn't seem to have recovered yet.
"These are such comfortable days."
Ian sighed.
Everything is back on track now; we just need to focus on steady improvement.
Step out of the meditation room.
The previously disconnected communication connection was suddenly bombarded with dozens of messages. Farn appeared nearby, his face filled with anxiety.
"Sir, something terrible has happened!"
"The Balrog is destroyed!"