Wizards pursue the truth

"But I also have things I stand for, things worth doing." The voice in Gray's heart grew increasingly resolute, and an unprecedented ruthlessness surfaced in his bloodshot eyes. "This is something even Wang Ya couldn't do, at least not right now—to destroy your plans completely. Even if he can't completely destroy them, he can make you pay a much higher price."

"I am the character you've chosen, a pivotal figure in the plot. Since I have a role to play before I leave the stage, I will leave early!"

Gray had already decided that instead of following the other side's rhythm, he would break everything.

Is one's own physical body truly just one's own physical body?

It goes without saying that a witch body created by the other party has many hidden dangers.

The other party's words at that moment revealed their true intentions in advance.

Gray never dared to hope that the other party would let him and Diana go.

"Since that's the case, let's end it all."

"My body, my spirit, my soul can all be offered up in exchange for that unattainable freedom."

The left and right hands come together, the fingers begin to change, making different movements, which contain a strange and unique beauty.

His spiritual power began to surge violently, and his true spiritual power began to be drawn away and converge into the blood-red void behind him at an astonishing speed. Even his soul was unstable and was about to be drawn into it.

The crimson hand suddenly stretched out more towards the Blood Battle Staircase space outside the cave entrance, revealing at least the bulging muscles of the arm; countless pores the size of watermelons, each containing a crimson worm head with sharp mouthparts like those of a lamprey, swaying like flowers.

"What are you doing?" Andersen's expression changed for the first time, his eyes turning cold. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"You're already acting out of character and sabotaging my plans."

Gray remained silent, only accelerating the process further.

The crimson void continued to expand, and more bodies squeezed into the source of the arm: shoulders, chests, and huge, ferocious unicorn heads with eyes that radiated fear like the sun. Even the many beings in the spectator space were affected, feeling fear and trembling at the cellular level.

"What is that thing? It's about to come out of that hole."

"What a joke! Just one glance and I felt like my life was in danger. Who are these two guys? Are they some undiscovered dark horses?"

"This year's Star Gathering has been full of unpredictable events, with a succession of geniuses and constant surprises. The wizard seed who won first place is far more valuable than ever before, and whether such a candidate will ever appear again is still a question mark."

Many living beings were shocked, and even more high-ranking wizards turned their attention to it.

Beyond the Nightmare Wizard, the Crimson Crystal Wizard, and the four major Sun Witch species, there are still variables.

What kind of storm will this variable trigger?

Judging from its scale, it was not much weaker than the ancient great witchcraft eruption of the four major Sun Witch Clans, and in some aspects it was even more powerful.

The "Crawling Red God" is a legacy from the Book of Fantasy Eve concerning the "Evil God Chapter." Gray can offer sacrifices to it in exchange for power.

According to the records in the inherited text, the "Crawling Red God" in its complete period reached the level of the Sun Rule.

Offering oneself to an evil god at the level of the Sun's Rule might not yield power on par with the original, but at least a portion of it could be borrowed. Even a trace of the power of the rules would have a completely different meaning.

At the very least, that old monster Andersen's plan will be completely ruined.

With his soul, consciousness, and body sacrificed, whether the reincarnation nature of the Blood Battle Ladder can restore him is an unknown.

Especially when it comes to the rules, it involves intertwining with the main body of the Wriggling Red God.

Even if it cannot influence its own role as a medium to achieve a part of the Andersen Project.

Those beings at the level of the rules of the day, those who maintain the existence of the network, will surely be able to detect anomalies, perceive extraordinary power, and thus discover Andersen's unusual behavior.

What will happen next is beyond Gray's imagination. On the bright side, at least he can extricate Wang Ya from his clutches and prevent this old monster from targeting him.

When the last bit of true spiritual power was poured into the sacrificial vortex, the writhing red god, with most of its body squeezed into its chest and abdomen, displayed unprecedented ferocity and bloodshed.

It opened its blood-red maw and roared out, its voice rolling and covering the surrounding area. At the same time, it transformed into a living sound wave worm, constantly twisting and writhing, invading and infecting the places where the sound was spread.

Even the sounds took on a tangible color, a vivid, crimson red, eerily strange.

Andersen remained calm, his blood-red eyes fixed on Grey.

The latter, its life force fading, remained conscious, its lips moving as if speaking silently, 'Your damned stage, your plan, all of you, may you be destroyed.'

"Wang Ya, this is all I can do for you. If I'm still alive, perhaps we'll meet again in the future."

"Very good, very good indeed!" Andersen raised his head, his blood-red eyes sharper than ever before, as if trying to pierce through Grey's soul. Unfortunately, his soul had already been absorbed by the wriggling red god, and his physical form was merely a remnant.

The writhing red god, radiating terrifying and extraordinary energy, wantonly unleashed its bloodthirstiness and power within the Blood Battle Staircase space.

Numerous worms and nematodes wriggled in all directions, infecting and occupying the heavens and the realm. The gloomy environment, already stained with blood and raining blood, was transformed once again into an environment favored by the wriggling red god.

Nematodes intertwined like snakes, raised their heads, opened their mouthparts, and hissed as they welcomed the blood-red rain—or more accurately, the baptism of tiny insects formed from the rain.

It is poured onto the body and begins to parasitize the red nematodes themselves.

Once inside the mouthparts, it begins to nourish the nematode, making it grow even stronger.

The soil began to transform into insects, the grass and trees began to transform into insects, and even the space itself was evolving and changing in the direction of red nematodes, as if it were giving life and creating life.

This is a true distortion of reality, an alteration of reality, and the imposition of unique concepts and rules upon individual life.

It is the true power of rules.

Although it was only a tiny fraction, it was truly sacrificed and borrowed by Gray.

Even if a being from the Moonlit Realm were to exist in such an environment, it would be transformed by the red nematodes and become a nematode wizard.

"You really think you've ruined my plans?" Andersen's lips moved, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "And why don't you think that this is what I expected you to do?"

Gray's empty eyes focused for a moment, widening as he stared intently at Andersen. (End of Chapter)