Wizards pursue the truth

Hans Christian Andersen's rival was Gray.

It seemed like a coincidence, or perhaps it was destiny.

"hehe!"

Gray knew this moment would eventually come. According to the other party's plan, his power, including his witch body, would become part of the plan to complete.

He will become a special medium.

The formation of the medium requires concealing certain things, which is why it is so troublesome, and it cycles through the Bloodbath Staircase space until the two meet.

The Star Gathering originated from the Star Council, and there is also the existence of the Internet.

Whether Hans Christian Andersen, who seems to have returned from some unknown era, will be accepted by the internet is obvious.

"Alas, you have disappointed me greatly, Gray. Why did you not use the power I gave you? Facing one opponent after another, you did not resist or attack. Don't you know that your defeat and death will have a great impact on me?"

Hans Christian Andersen shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Even if you are defeated and die, you can only die by my hand."

"I have always treated you siblings fairly and justly. As long as you complete my plan, I will set you free. Even if you harbor hatred towards me and want to kill me and erase me to avenge the wizards of the Natural Ring Tower in the Shan Hai Continent region, I can accept it."

"Grey, the magical body I created for you is no ordinary one. It can be considered one of the top tier among all the wizarding seeds. Your resistance prevented the magical body's power from being fully utilized, and it also lacked the accumulation after battles."

Gray continued to sneer, remaining silent.

Her long, blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, standing behind her like a blood-red cloak.

"I've gone with the flow for too long. If you want to complete your plan and achieve your goal, even if I can't stop you, I'll do my best to do it."

What made you make this choice?

Hans Christian Andersen smiled faintly. "Let me guess. There are only a few people you care about: Diana, the deceased members of the Natural Ring Tower wizards, and the people you met and became familiar with as an undercover agent in the Underdark."

"A portion of the Underdark wizards survived and escaped my influence and control."

"Could it be that you met with your old friends and wanted to help them avoid my attention, or perhaps you wanted to keep them away from this volatile and unpredictable star-studded gathering?"

Gray's expression changed slightly, and his eyes sharpened. "There's no point in saying more. If you want my body, then you'll have to rely on your own abilities to get it."

Hans Christian Andersen nodded. "That is indeed true. But what makes you think you can influence my plans on your own? You have been given power; you should seize it and take advantage of more opportunities instead of running away."

There are just too many things we can't avoid.

"Enough, I don't need you to reason with me." Gray frowned, dismissing what he saw as seductive words, and the crimson particle energy within his body erupted, creating a myriad of strange phenomena in the sky behind him.

The blood-red rain and mist were completely under his control in that instant.

A more restrained crimson power began to rise, but it was a special kind of true spiritual power, which was more intense than pure particle energy.

To activate ancient high magic, one needs the power of the true spirit.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, crimson runes pulsed, merging with the particle energy within the body under the guidance of spiritual power, forming a unique chaotic fusion—the manifestation of true spiritual power.

Runes combine to form spells, and spells are constructed into circuits.

A huge, blood-red opening formed behind them, peering gazes emanating from it, leaving traces of devouring in the void, a scene of utter darkness and pale whiteness, where even the blood-red rain was gnawed away in large chunks.

"The Book of Fantasy Eve is a book of witchcraft that I passed down to you. Use the extraordinary knowledge and witchcraft within to deal with me." Andersen shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment. "It seems I overestimated you. I thought you could bring me some surprises, but I didn't expect that you couldn't even use my book of inheritance to change the structure of witchcraft or use methods against me to cause me trouble."

"Other people's things will always belong to others. You are just a user, not a creator. Any changes will be exposed, and they can't pose any threat to me."

The crimson opening gradually widened, and a giant hand emerged, composed of numerous fine black threads stitched together. Inside, there was writhing crimson energy, or perhaps it was an aggregate of countless worms.

"So be it. In the end, it's just the wisdom and talent of mortals. I've already set up the roles for you on this stage, and now it's time for you to leave." Andersen chuckled. "It's really not that easy to meet special people. Compared to that little guy you care about, you are far too ordinary."

"As a pawn, you are truly incompetent; you can't even see anything that catches my eye."

boom!

The crimson palm pressed down, shattering space and collapsing matter. Numerous red threads spread out, seemingly possessing an astonishing parasitic power. Even space itself was invaded, and the threads interconnected to form a bizarre spiderweb.

Purple runes appeared beneath Andersen's feet, and as if by teleportation, he appeared 100,000 meters away. Even the spider web that formed in an instant, sealing off heaven and earth, space and realm, could not stop him from moving away.

Gray's face was extremely gloomy. He raised his right hand high, controlling the blood-red palm that was comparable to a mountain, and continued to suppress and kill.

A distance of 100,000 meters was covered in the blink of an eye, and the red spider web became even thicker and more solid.

"Guiding a portion of the power of the Wriggling Red God is interesting, but how long can you persist, and to what extent can you achieve it?"

"It's still of no use to me."

Andersen's gaze turned cold, and he looked down at Grey with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't care about the huge blood-red hand.

The power of vacuum compression and sealing emerged, the surrounding spatial nodes condensed and became chaotic, and red worm-like threads crisscrossed, turning into beams of light, attempting to pierce through his witch body and infect and bind it.

Purple light reappeared, and mysterious sorcery runes permeated the dreamlike space and the path of conscious illusion.

Taking a step forward, I actually walked out of the blockade.

"There's no place for you on this stage. It's time for you to leave, Gray."

Hans Christian Andersen extended his right hand, his palm unusually white, with purple energy flowing through his veins, forming an extremely complex purple rune in his palm.

Upon closer inspection, the purple runes seemed to transform into a mouth, an opening, giving one a chilling feeling of being devoured.

"I know, I've always known. I don't have Wang Ya's talent and aptitude. He became a formal wizard, a Star Wizard, much faster than me, and he got to where he is today through his own efforts, standing on the stage of the Star Gathering." Gray murmured to himself. (End of Chapter)