"The bloodline of the Son of the Sun — it would be such a waste to use it for ancient bloodline combustion experiments... Besides, the Ouroboros Ring is about to go to war against the coalition forces backed by Jupiter's Thunder soon. After that, I still need to search for body-refining Wizard Arrays and even explore the Frost World. I need a devastating deterrent measure!"
Leilin stroked his chin.
His current strength, while sufficient to escape from a fifth-level Radiant Moon Wizard, offered no means of threatening them in return. He desperately needed a few powerful deterrent forces.
The Morning Star ultimate technique, the Comorin Giant Serpent transformation, was certainly one option — but it was too well-known and easily countered. Leilin wanted to secretly prepare a few more trump cards.
"A single-use bloodline imprint crafted from a sixth-level bloodline — that should be enough to pose a lethal threat to a fifth-level Radiant Moon Wizard, right?"
Leilin calculated ceaselessly. "It's a bit of a pity, but there's no other choice!"
Creating a bloodline imprint from an ancient bloodline could even replicate the full might of certain ancient creatures at their prime. Even with only a single strike, the deterrent power would be truly terrifying.
The Leilin of the past, even with this idea, would have been powerless to do anything with the Son of the Sun's bloodline.
But now, not only had he advanced to the peak of Morning Star and gained a tremendous boost in strength, he had also mastered the Phoenix Fire — power not at all inferior to the Solar Fire. Crafting a bloodline imprint was now within reach.
"Let's begin..."
Leilin gazed at the golden flame sun at the center of the secret chamber, took a deep breath, and thick, sinister black fire erupted from his palm, shooting outward like fine threads...
The creation of the bloodline imprint continued for several days, and it wasn't until Gilbert and the others outside the Wizard Tower had grown quite impatient that Leilin finally appeared before them.
He seemed somewhat different now, though Gilbert and the others couldn't quite put their finger on it.
"I've made my decision! Assemble the army! Begin reclaiming our lost territory!"
Leilin wore a white-gold Wizard's robe and white gloves, his entire bearing exuding an aura of solemn authority. Upon hearing his declaration, the Warlocks of the Ouroboros Ring erupted in cheers — they had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
After showing himself to stabilize morale, Leilin dismissed Gilbert and the others, removed his gloves, and gazed at the backs of both hands, his face barely able to contain his wild elation.
On the back of each hand was an intricate solar rune, encircled by a ring of black flame that sealed the solar power firmly against his skin like a binding ward.
"The Chip's assistance, combined with the suppression of the Phoenix Fire — I've finally forged the Son of the Sun's bloodline into a bloodline imprint!"
Leilin stared at the bloodline imprint on the back of his hand for a long while before letting out a sigh and pulling his gloves back on.
"Moreover, this time the bloodline was actually enough to produce two imprints — that was beyond my expectations! Not only that, I can feel that under the driving force of the Phoenix Fire, the imprints on my hands are undergoing nourishment and some kind of mysterious transformation, as if they're being jointly enhanced. I imagine that if I were to suddenly unleash them, even a fifth-tier powerhouse wouldn't be able to withstand their edge!"
Due to the mysterious resonance between Leilin's own Phoenix Fire and the Son of the Sun bloodline, the power of the bloodline imprints had even been charged and amplified. According to the Chip's estimation, these two bloodline imprints were equivalent to two full-power strikes from an ancient sixth-tier Son of the Sun!
With such a devastating weapon at his disposal, Leilin had every reason to boldly launch this war!
Green Flame City — once the bridgehead for the advance into the Marsh of Phosphorus Flames, and a strategic stronghold for the entire Ouroboros Ring.
Ever since the Sky Corps had seized it last time, the fortress had remained firmly in the coalition's hands. Even the original civilians had long since accepted this reality.
Gradually, after several years, the city had recovered from the ravages of war, even taking on a semblance of prosperity.
"No matter which Wizard organization came to rule, they wouldn't take action against ordinary people without cause. Their loyalty was never guaranteed — they would readily accept whoever held power, almost regardless of who that was. Should I call this the survival wisdom of the common folk?"
Above Green Flame City, Leilin and several other Morning Star wizards hovered in midair, gazing down at the prosperous town below with speechless expressions.
The Ouroboros Ring had held this territory for thousands of years, yet the result with the common people was still like this.
"We've never had much interest in that aspect. As long as they provide a certain amount of food and supplies, along with a fresh batch of recruits each year, that's enough..."
Gilbert stood off to the side, his face faintly flushed.
"At least this works in our favor! We won't have to feel guilty about dragging them into yet another war!"
Emma let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with a blood-red glow. The news that the coalition had launched a massive offensive against the Ouroboros Ring the moment she went missing had thoroughly enraged her.
And the fury of a Morning Star could only be washed away with blood!
"If none of you are going to make a move, then I will!" Emma glanced at Leilin and the others — Paul and the rest — all standing motionless, and let out a cold laugh. Her robes billowed in the wind, snapping loudly.
"Flame spirits bound since the dawn of ages, heed my command — descend as rain of fire!"