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Inside the Wizard Tower's control room, all the screens instantly turned into a snowy display.

The tower spirit's voice abruptly stopped, as if its energy had been cut off by an invisible hand.

Zerg Plains.

Kerrigan's massive body lay curled up on the ground, her six pairs of wings spread out, her eyes filled with fear.

In Ian's mind, the panel vibrated slightly, and pale gold characters slowly appeared.

[A higher-dimensional will has been detected approaching... Confirmed to be a Level 7 True Spirit. It is advised to stay away...]

Ian was shocked. A level seven True Spirit Wizard!

Several legendary beings who guard the wizarding world have actually descended upon us.

He struggled to turn his eyes and look out of the crystal wall.

In the void, the dark purple beam of light had stopped, Braum's punch was halted halfway, Orensor's dragonfire was like a golden sculpture, and Azshara's roots had also solidified...

Everything was frozen in time.

A figure slowly appeared, without any specific form.

Sometimes it resembles a swirling nebula, sometimes a beating heart, sometimes a sprawling giant tree, and sometimes a flowing stream of stars.

No matter how his form changed, his entire figure filled the void, an absolute dominance of his presence.

His appearance silently dyed this void with his color.

Ian's eyes widened, the ever-changing concept reflected deep within his pupils.

He felt that all the rules of this void were trembling, like subjects seeing their king or believers seeing their god.

If a level six Sun Wizard is the controller of the rules, able to change and graft rules at will.

That seventh-level true spirit is the rule itself.

Their power is no longer limited to a single world cluster; their lifespan is endless, and their will transcends time and space.

The majestic figure that descended slowly turned around, looked at the solidified purple beam of light, and then stretched out an endless hand to grab it.

The hand slowly retracted, leaving a purple afterimage in the palm, within which countless tiny insect shadows could be vaguely seen dancing.

Fragments of the aura of a level seven mother nest!

He casually put away the afterimage, then reached out again, probing into the depths of the void.

The two level-six mother brood mounds that miraculously survived are now fleeing frantically.

They tore through the void, burrowed into the rifts, and tried to get away from the terrifying figure.

But the hand plunged deep into the crevice, and after a few seconds slowly withdrew, its palm clutching two frantically struggling level-six mother nests.

The mother hive's enormous body appeared as insignificant as dust before the palm of one's hand, its compound eyes revealing utter fear and despair.

With a gentle clench of his hand, two silver runes appeared and were imprinted on the core of the mother nest.

The mother nest stopped struggling, the light in her eyes quickly dimmed, and her life force was forcibly frozen.

Having done all this, the True Spirit Wizard slowly turned around and glanced at the purple mist world.

Ian's heart clenched suddenly. He felt that gaze pierce through the wizard tower, through his body, and even through his soul.

The True Spirit Wizard merely glanced at it, seemingly uninterested, and his form began to dissipate.

After an unknown amount of time, the void returned to its original state.

The purple beam disappeared, the mother nest disappeared, and the True Spirit Wizard vanished, as if nothing had ever happened.

But Ian knew that everything that had just happened was real.

The snow on the screen disappeared, the projection returned, and the rune array in the spherical space lit up again.

Kerrigan's massive body trembled violently, her six pairs of wings folded limply, and her whiskers drooped to the ground.

Her voice trembled with fear: "Master... I just felt... I was going to die!"

That kind of existence could be completely erased with a single thought—no, it wouldn't even require a thought…

Ian took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, clenched and unclenched his fingers, and regained control of his body.

"This is... a seventh-level true spirit."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse. His previous feat of killing a level 5 mother nest seemed like child's play in front of a level 6 Sun.

Now, he has witnessed the power of a seventh-level true spirit firsthand, and the difference is beyond words.

Just then, a verdant light shone in the control room, and Azshara's figure slowly materialized.

She was still wearing her emerald green dress, but her face was slightly paler than usual, and there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

"Ian, this Zerg invasion is temporarily over."

Azshara's voice was calm, as if the thrilling battle just now was merely a small-scale conflict.

She walked to the crystal wall, her gaze piercing through the tower and falling on the distant, tranquil void.

"The two level 6 Mother Nests were destroyed at their cores by Bronn and Umbrolos and are now completely dead."

Ian was silent for a moment. "Sir, how great were the alliance's losses this time?"

A complex emotion flashed in Azshara's eyes as she spoke softly, "The invading Zerg have been completely wiped out; the losses were minimal."

"However, in order to kill the level six Mother Nest, Bronn's essence was damaged, and cracks appeared in the regular structure of his right arm, which will require at least fifty years of nurturing to recover."

"A crack has also appeared in the core of the star, which will need to slumber for a hundred years to slowly repair itself."

Braum, known as the King of War and a peak level six being, has suffered damage to his very essence.

Umbrolos is an ancient Protoss, and even its core has cracked.

"Then... that True Spirit Wizard from earlier..." Ian looked at Azshara, his eyes questioning.

"That is a true spirit of the High Council of the Alliance, who has been residing in the wizarding world for many years."

A look of awe appeared in Azshara's eyes.

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I cannot reveal his name, and you are not yet in a position to know.

"All you need to know is that the purple beam just now was the work of this level seven mother nest, and it was also the one that opened the dimensional portal for the invasion."

"The fall of two level-six mother hives has triggered the killing intent of this mother hive, and the Alliance's true spirit has seized the opportunity to capture a trace of its aura."

"That's the key."

Ian's pupils contracted sharply as he looked up at Azshara.

"My lord, do you mean... the Alliance already knew that a level seven Mother Nest would make a move?"

Azshara slowly turned around, a cold glint in her eyes.

"The Voidlings and the Wizarding Civilization are true mortal enemies. Over countless years, we have fought several large-scale wars."

"But mother nests of level seven and above are very cunning. They hide deep in the void and never reveal their aura. Even true spirits have a hard time locating their nests."

"The Alliance has long wanted to launch a counterattack against the Void Race, but couldn't find a target. This time, they've finally got their chance."

She looked at Ian, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"The Purple Mist World was deliberately moved here by the Alliance. This world contains super-energy crystals, which are an irresistible temptation for the Zerg."

"We used this world as bait to lure out a level 5 mother hive, then a level 6 mother hive..."

"Finally, we managed to fish out a wisp of the aura of a level seven mother nest!"

"Why me?" Ian asked hoarsely, looking at Azshara.

A hint of apology appeared in Azshara's eyes. "I'm sorry, I was the one who recommended you to the Alliance for this plan."

"Your performance in Essoc was outstanding, and you have received the rewards you deserve."

Ian's heart skipped a beat; all his previous doubts were now resolved.

Why did such an important resource world as the Purple Mist World fall into his hands? Why did the Zerg army find this place so accurately?

It was all part of the alliance's scheme!

"But why choose me, and why keep it from me?" Ian looked at Azshara with some confusion.

Azshara sensed Ian's dissatisfaction and a smile appeared on her face.

"Once the Alliance detects the aura of a level seven mother hive, it can locate its lair. At that time, the True Spirit Wizards will personally take action to destroy that level seven mother hive."

"Our task is to clear out the level five and six mother nests within the lair. As for the Morning Star Wizards..."

She looked at Ian, her expression turning serious.

"You will be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and collecting resources, especially super crystals and associated minerals."

Ian's pupils contracted slightly. So, the Alliance had long coveted the Voidlings' super-energy crystal mines.

Come to think of it, True Spirit Wizards can travel throughout the entire void universe, and dimensional barriers can block the Morning Star, the Moon, and even the Sun Wizard, but they have no effect on True Spirits.

Over the long course of history, the Wizard Civilization had fought several wars with the Void Insects, so how could they not know the value of super-energy crystals and associated minerals?

"My lord..." Ian's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Has the Alliance been planning for these resources all along?"

Azshara nodded slightly.

"The energy density of the super crystal is more than 10,000 times that of the standard magic crystal, and its conversion efficiency is close to 100%."

"Especially the associated minerals, which are invaluable treasures for breaking through the shackles of the soul."

She looked at Ian, a meaningful glint in her eyes, "You were right to keep the information about the associated minerals a secret."

"If resources of this caliber were leaked, even the Moonlit Wizard would be tempted, but the Alliance's higher-ups already knew about it."

Ian took a deep breath, suppressing the embarrassment on his face. "Sir, I can do that too..."

"As a Morning Star Wizard, you will be conscripted to participate in the war."

Azshara's voice turned serious.

"Not only you, but most of the Morning Star wizards in the Alliance will participate in this war. This is a war of civilizations, not personal grudges."

"The Zerg are constantly encroaching on the Void and destroying civilizations. We must also plunder their super-energy crystals. It's cruel, but that's the Void."

Ian was silent for a moment, recalling the scene of the true spirit descending just now, the concept that filled the void.

In the face of such a being, I couldn't even move a finger.

He slowly raised his head, and the light in his eyes shone again.

"I understand, sir. I will definitely participate in the war if the alliance summons me."

Azshara nodded in satisfaction, her body pausing slightly.

She saw Kerrigan lying in the center of the Zerg plain, her six pairs of wings slightly folded, and fear still lingering in her eyes.

A hint of interest flashed in Azshara's eyes. "You've enslaved a Zerg queen; that's quite a rare feat."

Ian felt a slight unease, worried that Azshara would ask about the details of the enslavement, and his mind raced.

But Azshara only glanced at it briefly before looking away.

"The Alliance is rife with bizarre and mysterious techniques. Some wizards transform themselves into mechanical life forms, while others divide their souls into billions of parts that parasitize different creatures..."

"There are even stranger behaviors than yours, so there's nothing to worry about."

She looked at Ian, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"As long as you can contribute to the alliance and do not harm the alliance's interests, everything will be fine."

A great weight was lifted from Ian's shoulders, and he bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you, sir."

Azshara nodded slightly, and her figure began to slowly dissipate.

"Get ready, Ian. Improve your strength as soon as possible before this war comes. I look forward to seeing how you perform."

After Azshara left, Ian stood there in silence for a long time.

The war of civilizations is imminent, and he must increase his strength.

Morning Star is still too weak; it needs to break through to the Radiant Moon level to have any self-defense capabilities.

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