Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 626 The Conspiracy of Hans Christian Andersen's Key (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Tick ​​tock!

Gray looked up, his deep gray eyes reflecting the gloomy sky.

It's raining, and the drizzling rain has brought a dampness to the world.

The heavy humidity gradually neutralized the stench of blood, and even the mangled corpses of wizards turned ashen, seemingly becoming part of the environment itself.

Gray couldn't remember how many battles he had experienced.

A constant stream of wizards emerged, their faces contorted with rage and filled with murderous intent.

Only by exerting all one's strength can one survive on the battlefield.

His wizard's robes were tattered and stained, his hair was disheveled and stained with blood, and the wizard's longsword he held in his right hand had several nicks on its blade.

The energy of particles within the body is reduced to a minimum.

Even the weakest formal wizard could suppress him.

"There's a lone, primitive wizard here. Go and kill him!"

"Kill them!"

Excited shouts were accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Gray's face showed deep fatigue, but a rare hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

Only an apprentice-level wizard came.

puff!

The hand was pulled from the chest of a wizard apprentice, along with his heart. Gray struggled to his feet in the mud, leaning against a large tree, vomiting blood as a result of internal complications caused by the injuries inflicted by the enemy high-ranking wizard.

"How pathetic, Gray. You've fallen to the point of near death after just a few days."

Black boots appeared in front of Gray. He looked up and saw a face that was all too familiar.

The young wizard, dressed in a black wizard's robe that kept out the rain, even his boots were spotless. The moment his feet touched the ground, an invisible force field appeared, lifting his body.

His eyelashes were long, his black hair fell down, and his eyes, hidden beneath his curly bangs, held a hint of amusement, while his facial expression appeared strange.

Although his face was different from before, Gray still recognized him and said through gritted teeth, "Andersen, what brings you here now?"

"Of course I'm here to save you. You're about to die, you know that?" Andersen smiled faintly. "The Ancient Dragon Lands are about to unleash their full power. Fighting to the death always leaves many behind. Your current location is not safe. You've already been exposed. The Ancient Dragon Lands will send a formal wizard squad to intercept and kill you."

"Being surrounded, in your current physical condition, and with the witch-hunting team possessing the tracking methods provided by the divination wizard, your chances of survival are undoubtedly extremely slim."

Hans Christian Andersen looked down at Grey Brandy and said, "Powerless, powerless against your own insignificance. In the vast wizarding world, even if you have received some of my gifts and become a formal wizard, you are still incredibly insignificant."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Gray's voice was hoarse, and his face was gloomy.

"You need to live, live well, at least until I achieve my goal, you cannot die." Andersen sneered, "With your strength and performance, I seriously doubt whether you can meet my standards."

"Not to mention that later, representing the Primal Land, he will participate in the Star Battle Tournament."

Gray's expression turned even more grim.

Anyone would find it hard to accept such ridicule and denial.

"But it's alright, I will grant you more power. The power of a formal wizard is no longer enough; only the power of the stars can save your life on the battlefield and allow you to embark on a journey of star battles."

Without waiting for Gray's reply, Andersen raised his right hand, and a bloody eye opened, its pupil filled with bloodshot veins, staring intently at him.

A crimson light emanated from his palm, enveloping him, and tiny crimson substances began to enter his body.

Intense pain erupted in Gray's heart, spreading to every part of his body, and even his soul seemed to be squeezed.

Hiss!

The skin burst open, splattering blood.

Strangely, red flesh and blood came to life in the wounds, wriggling and crawling like worms, eventually turning into threads to mend all the wounds.

The healing process was incredibly fast. Before Gray could even feel the pain, a warm current flowed over him, making him feel as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring at the perfect temperature.

White steam emanated from her pores.

The surrounding soil and trees began to melt.

The temperature rise was extremely extreme.

The dark clouds in the sky were directly driven away by the high temperature.

"This is my gift to you. If you can't accept it, it will burst like a balloon that has expanded to its limit."

"Conversely, you can obtain power at the level of the stars."

With a faint smile on his face, Andersen retreated into the shadows of the trees behind him.

Chi Chi!

A chilling wind blew, and the blood-red candlelight flickered for a moment. The young wizard emerged from the dense shadows of a corner and walked step by step to the altar in the center of the underground space.

The throne, surrounded by crimson array patterns, overlooks the underground space.

He sat down and placed his hands on the armrests of the seat.

Hans Christian Andersen's unique perspective was not limited to the material world of reality, but extended to a deeper level, reaching the inner world and even more otherworldly realms.

It was as if he had detached himself from his own consciousness and was looking down over the entire land of frost and snow.

Various colors of light appeared in their respective locations on the model-like frosty land.

In the area along the line belonging to the primordial land, most of the radiance turned into the same blood-red lines, outlining an enormous key shape.

A strange smile curved Andersen's lips. "The key has appeared. This wild beast rampaging through the primeval land needs to become even more frenzied before I can safely retrieve this key that opens the Gate of Nothingness."

"My old friend, I never imagined that one day I would need to use such a seemingly insignificant backup plan as yours, and to utilize the power of your rules."

"It's a pity you're already buried in the past, unable to return." Andersen raised his head, looking at the dark ceiling of the underground space. "But it doesn't matter. I will use your power to unleash the anger of us losers on those hypocrites."

"More time is needed. I can wait until the power of the rules is unstoppable and unrestricted on this primordial home planet."

"Even the remnants are of little use," Andersen said cryptically, then fell silent.

He recalled some unpleasant memories.

They stumbled in a small, outlying area and ended up in their current predicament.

There should have been no surprises, but an unexpected event like the World Destroying Meteor Cannon occurred.

His eyes were deep and thoughtful; after so many years, he had gradually come to understand some things.