Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 657 Ineffective Actions: Single-handedly Destroying the Radiant Moon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Throughout the Frostland, everyone knows that you, Hundred-Victory Wizard, are a roughneck who doesn't know how to play chess. What brings you here today to play chess with me?"

The tea was steaming hot, with foam rising from it, and the aroma was very strong. The Grand Wizard of the Emperor held a chess piece between his fingers and placed it on the chessboard.

The tall figure sitting opposite him wore a blue and white wizard's robe, with a rugged face and hair that looked like sharp spikes, cascading down his shoulders.

With calloused hands, he grabbed a handful of chess pieces, flicked his finger, and a piece landed right next to the spot where the Grand Wizard had placed his piece.

"Whether you can play chess or not is not up to you. So many years have passed, and playing chess is not something you can learn in a day, nor can you become an expert just by learning it. Your Majesty the Wizard, you are just like everyone else, full of prejudice."

His face was covered in stubble, with thick lips and a raised corner of his mouth revealing slightly yellowed teeth.

The Grand Wizard raised an eyebrow and placed a few more pieces. His opponent followed suit, placing his pieces right next to the ones he placed, leaving the Grand Wizard speechless.

"Hundred-Victory Wizard, you wouldn't be here to play chess with me for no reason."

"You are the renowned chess king of the Frosty Lands, and I am a novice who wants to improve my chess skills. It's only natural that I would like to learn from you."

The burly man chuckled and placed the last chess piece on the board.

He picked up the scalding hot tea and drank it down in one gulp, displaying remarkable boldness.

The Grand Wizard remained silent, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Meanwhile, each of the major sub-units has begun to check for any omissions or abnormalities.

This process was swift. The beings of the Radiant Moon, especially wizards like them who were almost at the end of the Radiant Moon, had an astonishingly wide range of spiritual energy radiation and perception.

With the assistance of the Crimson Spirit, there is little difference between information transmission and normal thinking.

"What is the purpose of the Hundred-Victory Wizard leaving my physical body behind?"

The conflict of interest is nothing more than the Battle of the Stars. The Nightmare Wizard's true form exists within the Pillars of Hell, and the Hundred-Victory Wizard has no chance of influencing it.

The news of the split parts being returned was confirmed, and nothing unusual happened.

The Grand Wizard was secretly surprised.

He seemed to sense something, and his expression immediately turned serious.

He took a deep look at the Great Wizard of Hundreds sitting opposite him.

The latter gave a simple, honest smile, seemingly without any malice, appearing exceptionally kind.

When heaven and earth meet, the world turns completely pale, obscuring the deep black of the spiraling black, as if white paint has been splashed on it.

The blue sun instantly turned pale, and the face inside stared intently at the center of the island continent, at the secluded wizard's residence. The door slowly opened, and a figure in a golden robe stepped out, his eyes deep and his expression indifferent, his black eyes meeting the sun's gaze.

The source of the paleness came from his right hand, an extremely complex incantation.

It contains a large number of wizarding spells related to emotions, consciousness, feelings, illusion, and reality.

"What powerful ancient witchcraft." These were the last thoughts that crossed the face.

Unrestricted stagnation prevents self-destruction and the transfer of memories back to the original entity.

Wang Ya reached out his hand, and although there was a considerable distance in the air, it felt as if he could touch the face itself.

White spell runes appeared in the void and were imprinted on the face between the eyebrows.

Then it collapses, corrodes, and internalizes into nothingness.

The blue sun also completely collapsed, and the undulating black seawater receded and calmed down. Only the traces on the island continent, the injuries of the many blood dragon creatures, and the dead creatures could prove that what had happened before was not an illusion.

"We are incompetent and have disturbed the reclusive meditation of the Nightmare Wizard."

The Blood Dragon Clan Chief, along with his clansmen, knelt on one knee, their faces showing regret and shame.

The task assigned by the Supreme Wizard has not been completed. As an extraordinary race dependent on the Crimson Society, this is undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty.

The Blood Dragon Clan Chief is prepared to accept the punishment from the Venerable Emperor Wizard afterward.

Their attitude towards Wang Ya was extremely subservient.

They knew Wang Ya's importance to the Crimson Society and how much the Grand Wizard valued him.

"It's alright. What's done is done. The attacker's identity is a mystery; they were not outsiders."

Wang Ya glanced at the ancient sorcery mark of "Abyss of Lamentation" on his palm, which gradually receded into the flesh beneath his palm.

By erasing the blue sun and the peering gaze within it, Wang Ya used the "Tracing the Source" property of the "Abyss of Lamentation" sorcery to grasp the related entangled energy.

Definitely a being from within the wizarding world

Even without using the Eye of Truth, one can make a confident judgment about a target with wizarding characteristics based on intuition.

Wang Ya wondered why the other party would launch such a futile attack.

The opponent's power was only at the initial stage of the Radiant Moon realm. The attack level brought about by sacrificing oneself instantly exceeded the upper limit of the witch array. How will the subsequent purpose be implemented?

It was as if they were deliberately provoking him to make a move.

Wang Ya's brow twitched slightly as he looked towards a certain spot on the island's mainland.

The Emperor's clone stood there and nodded at him.

Regardless of whether it is Wang Ya's main body or his clones, both are under the supervision of the Venerable Emperor Grand Wizard, or even the clones of other Grand Wizards of the Crimson Society.

To fundamentally eliminate any possibility of him being influenced by external factors, we must focus all our efforts on enhancing his combat capabilities.

The Supreme Emperor's Heavenly Realm.

The tea was still warm, but the Grand Wizard of the Emperor began to usher him out, his tone indifferent, "You have achieved your goal, so I won't waste my time with you anymore."

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere and the cold, sharp gazes, the Great Wizard of Hundred Victories' smile became unnatural as he stood up. "Very well, since the Venerable Great Wizard doesn't welcome you..."

The Grand Wizard of the Emperor, not bothering to give him a friendly look, grabbed a corner of the chessboard, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the entire environment and the surrounding space changed as the chess pieces scattered.

"They've turned their backs on us so easily!"

The Great Wizard of Hundred Victories' eyelids twitched violently, and his voice became shrill with fright as he fell directly into the deep space, where a large amount of black spatial storm swept over him.

There were even some unusual phenomena in the spatial gaps: a pitch-black hole from which bright red blood flowed, as if projecting an unnamed corpse in a corner, washing out a shocking killing intent.

The Great Wizard of Hundred Blessings gasped, his pupils reflecting the surging blood-red light, which was already enough to threaten his life.

With his right fist clenched, his muscles bulged, and particle energy activated the tiny surgical techniques embedded in the muscle fibers, instantly increasing his mass by thousands of times.

The moment the fist was thrown, a small black hole was created, and the spiraling attraction sucked the strange phenomenon in the gap into a deeper space.

"I almost got entangled with this damn thing. That old bastard, Emperor Zunhuang, is truly inhuman."

"As for it, it wasn't me who did it."

The Great Wizard Baisheng grumbled, tore open space, determined the coordinates, and returned to the cold winter land.