Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 681 Andersen, Dark Soul King Ya, and all sides take the stage after their performances (Seeking monthly votes)

A battlefield of stars shrouded in darkness, eerie and ghostly, with vengeful spirits everywhere. The roaring and howling sounds seem to erupt from the depths of the human heart, sending chills down one's spine and making one tremble all over.

The expanding, towering black mist vaguely revealed grotesque and distorted faces.

Everything withers, the life force of plants is cut off, and living beings turn into stark white skeletons, still retaining the appearance of their desperate escape in life.

The dead merged into the black mist, becoming part of the distorted faces.

This is the death of all things in heaven and earth.

A lament for returning to zero.

The source of all this, the instigator, is a humanoid being shrouded in black mist, holding a black flag with eerie blood-red incantations on it, and a strong bloody smell, as if it contains the blood and evil of an entire world.

He assumed a horse stance, forcefully shaking his arms.

Space, time, and the world seemed to be turned upside down and in chaos, with only the howling black mist and the face of the dead appearing.

"It's terrifying, so terrifying, I'm actually trembling with fear."

"The ultimate death is enough to strangle me. I can't imagine how I could escape this fate."

A voice with unusually undulating intonation echoed beneath the black-faced figure.

He wore a long white robe, and beneath his deep eyes was a unique red eyeshadow that gave him an eerie look.

With a high nose bridge and fair skin, he was a very young creature.

However, it is also filled with a strange sense of incongruity.

It's as if the vicissitudes of time are present.

He shouted loudly, but his expression remained perfectly calm.

He raised his right hand, and a complex gray rune appeared.

The fine threads are densely packed and wriggle like tadpoles.

Upon closer inspection, it appears as if there is a world of runes, inhabited by countless living beings.

The gray runes continued to grow larger, filling the entire battlefield space.

The surging black mist seemed to touch the heavens and earth, and began to dissolve itself.

The creature waving the flag suddenly changed its expression.

Before he could change his tactics, the gray runes reversed and pressed down on him.

It crushed him into dust with overwhelming force.

The numerous conscious beings holding flags who were watching the battle were filled with rage and their eyes widened in horror at the sight of this scene.

But there was nothing they could do; they could only watch helplessly.

His fists clenched, his killing intent palpable.

Chi Chi!

The battlefield of stars was glowing, enveloping the beings who had unleashed the gray runes.

Almost no one watched him play.

He didn't care.

He raised his head, looking into the depths of the sky, his eyes deep and shimmering with a gray halo.

"I should advance to the Star Master Tournament, which brings me one step closer to my plan."

"The Council of Stars. Let me see what happened in the past, and whether it can still bear the return of this old man."

A slight smile appeared on Hans Christian Andersen's lips.

Soon, that smile vanished, replaced by an ugly expression.

The starlight still enveloped him, elevating him to new heights.

Hans Christian Andersen, however, clearly sensed something was amiss.

A storm raged within me.

"There's absolutely no mistake, the net has twisted and fluctuated, and the starlight is also showing abnormalities."

"Just now... what force, and who caused this?"

An unexpected event that was not planned.

The unknown made him somewhat uneasy.

"Impossible. What kind of power could influence the net?"

"Those five powerful beings we sensed definitely possess the power to control the rules and are responsible for the interstellar battles on this primordial ancient star. If an accident were to occur, it's impossible for them to be bypassed."

The changes still occurred, but there was no further development.

Andersen was filled with doubt and unease.

The more powerful a creature is, the less it likes things to happen that are beyond its control.

However, this question will never be answered.

With a blank expression, Andersen advanced to a higher level and embarked on the path to the Star Master Tournament.

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Gray Brandy, lacking Andersen's essential understanding, did not perceive anything unusual.

In his own battlefield of stars, an incredibly fierce battle is taking place.

The sky collapsed, the earth's veins were destroyed, and crimson magma surged forth, bringing a torrential downpour of fire.

Dark clouds gathered, and the air was thick with smoke and fumes, suffocating all living things.

The aftershocks of the terrifying energy fluctuations raged uncontrollably.

Chi Chi!

Crimson mist shot into the sky, condensing into a ten-thousand-meter-tall body, as if shaped by the combined forces of matter and energy.

The giant's face revealed the same features as Gray Brandy.

He clenched the crimson longsword in his hands and slashed down at another enormous creature directly in front of him.

It was a ferocious beast with an incredibly rich bloodline aura, releasing its true bloodline form.

With thick scales, a single horn on its head, and rows of sharp teeth, its body is covered in moisture and earth elements, so even the hottest lava cannot harm it.

The giant beast's blood-red pupils revealed madness and fear as the crimson longsword slashed towards it.

There was no retreat, nor any reservation.

The behemoth was brimming with blood and energy, its scales forming armor with the power of various elemental energies, and its single horn, sharp as the tip of a spear, charged forward.

boom!

The blood-red longsword seemed to have created the world, its eerie blood-red light reflecting off it.

The balance of power between the two sides is eroding.

It would be destroyed if you looked at it with the naked eye.

The aftershocks of the power destroyed countless human kingdoms.

This belongs to the level of stars, the highest level of power.

Coupled with the full force of his hands and the execution of ancient sorcery, the sheer awe was beyond words.

Click!

The battlefield of Star Battlefield was almost completely destroyed, leaving a scene of devastation.

The outcome of the battle has already been decided.

The white horn was severed.

Under the terrified gaze of the giant beast, the crimson sword light flipped and severed its massive head.

Blood and qi surged to the sky, and fresh blood was spilled.

A rain of blood drenched every corner of the battlefield, bringing a unique kind of vitality.

The massive beast-like body collapsed.

As they watched the space unfold, numerous consciousnesses gritted their teeth, filled with resentment and hostility.

Blue starlight enveloped the man whose blood-red giant had dissipated, revealing white curly hair and rather ordinary features.

His eyes always held a worried look, and his demeanor was exceptionally gloomy.

With numerous victories in battle, and this one even more decisive, Gray Brandy has met the requirements to advance to the Star Masters Tournament.

The blue starlight allowed him to leap and elevate to a higher level.

He wasn't happy; his face grew even more gloomy.

From the perspective of spectators, Diana's figure appeared somewhat lonely compared to the numerous figures on the other side.

She looked at her younger brother's face.

He remained silent, his lips dry.

He silently said to himself, "I will get you out of all this, out of that Andersen, Gray. Believe me, I will do it."

"The natural ring of the tower hasn't dissipated yet; everything we've lost can be taken back."

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The wind howled, cutting like a knife, and the ancient trees that were touched instantly turned into a shower of debris.

Such a gale was incredibly vast, seemingly originating from the depths of the void, invisible and intangible, pervading every corner of the battlefield of stars.

Whoosh!

The wind was blowing, and the soil in the earth's veins, as soft as tofu, vanished into thin air.

The creatures that ride the wind also merge into the wind, losing the constraints of the definition of physical matter.

Even on a spiritual level, what can be observed is the wind of the entire world.

Without a doubt, this is an extremely amazing ancient witchcraft.

It demonstrates remarkable skill in both its conception and its power.

In the spectator consciousness space, countless consciousness bodies coalesce, observing the battlefield.

A black, irregularly shaped sphere-like creature with dense tentacles that sends chills down your spine; its enormous eyes convey a sense of unease.

The chanting of the priests echoed repeatedly, enveloped in holy light, as if reflecting a divine kingdom of humanoid beings, silent and staring intently, as if afraid that something would happen that none of the high-ranking wizards in the black tower behind them wanted to see.

That was the defeat in battle, which rendered years of preparation futile.

"Entering the Star Lord Tournament, everything will change, and our Black Tower will be reborn."

"Lord Gamo will not lose. He carries the hopes of our Black Tower, and he will surely succeed."

"So what if we encounter a powerful enemy? Lord Kama can defeat all enemies. I believe in him."

Many high-ranking wizards offered encouragement and support, or boosted their own confidence.

The invisible winds that rose up in the battlefield of stars were too terrifying; none of them dared to say they had the ability to withstand or resist them.

It's more likely that their forms and spirits were scattered by the wind.

The black dragon, now noticeably smaller, was coiled to one side, its pupils glowing and its claws clenched, clearly indicating its own tension.

"Gammo is my disciple, and I believe that this enemy will not be the end of his path as a wizard."

"He has even greater potential, let's wait and see."

In the corner, a beautiful figure stood with her hands clasped to her chest, looking on with worried eyes, her lovely face radiating a maternal glow.

He gently stroked his slightly protruding belly with his right hand.

Qiuqiu Dong parted her lips slightly, her voice barely audible to herself, "Ge Mo, don't lose, and don't die on the battlefield. We're all waiting for you to come back."

The object of everyone's anticipation was that tall figure standing at the center of the battlefield of stars.

His black robes billowed and bulged, his resolute face and deep eyes watched indifferently as the invisible wind approached.

Ordinary and extraordinary beings are invisible and intangible; the appearance of traces indicates the gathering and dispersal of their form and spirit.

He is different; he has something unique and special about him.

He is Gamo, a separate entity created from the original body.

Dark Souls King Ya.

White arcs of light danced in my eyes.

The traces of the invisible wind appeared, covering everything without any blind spots, enough to blow away and corrode all living beings of the Radiant Moon.

Special particle energy, including spiritual particle energy, cannot be prevented.

It will melt upon contact.

Black Soul King Ya narrowed his eyes, his lips moving slightly, "Vacuum!"

A clear, cold voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

His power began to spread with the bio-field, influencing the surrounding world and even deeper spaces.

No star creature understands space, or the theorems of space and nodes, better than him.

The many principles of the Tidal Vacuum Codex are at work in this moment, and sorcery is at play.

Before completing the main mission.

We cannot fall down.

The Star Tournament was the starting point for the plan.

P.S.: There's probably one more chapter. I'm going out for a bowl of noodles, then I'll come back and continue writing.

(End of this chapter)