The most powerful wizard in the magic world

The air in the basement was filled with a tense and strange atmosphere. Romance in the crystal ball became more and more excited, as if he sensed the threat that was about to come. Gerlin stood in the center of the rune array, his eyes firm, and his inner will to fight became stronger.

"What do you want? In front of me, you are nothing but a powerless puppet!" Romance's roar was as deafening as thunder, but what was revealed between his words was the uncontrollable fear.

"I don't ask for much." Gerlin smiled slightly, and slowly unfolded the magic scroll in his hand. A mysterious force gradually gathered in the air and rushed towards the crystal ball. "Tell me the weakness of the Shadow Legion, and maybe I can consider giving you a chance to live."

"Let me live?" The evil spirit's voice was full of sarcasm. "How dare you try to control me? You can't understand my existence at all!"

"That's why I want to talk to you." Gerlin took a step forward, his expression fearless, a ray of blue light flashing on his palm, "I will cast a spell of enchantment, so that you can't escape from my words. Your ignorant arrogance and pride will collapse in front of my spell."

“You think your little tricks can work against me?” Romans roared, his body rapidly changing in the crystal ball, flashing with light, as if trying to break free.

"Let's begin." Gerlin's voice was like an icy blade, striking directly into Rommath's heart. He waved the staff in his hand, and the aura of the spell intertwined in the air, turning into an invisible force that reached deep into Rommath's soul.

“Stop! You can’t imagine the torture I’m going through!” Romanth’s voice began to grow weaker, with a hint of panic emerging from his fury.

"What you see is what you get, Romans." Gerling's tone was calm, his eyes were like torches, and he seemed to see through every corner of the evil spirit's soul. The charm spell began to take effect in the crystal ball, and Romans' face gradually distorted, as if he was struggling hard.

"I will tear your soul apart and make you suffer endless pain!" The evil spirit roared with fear, but it seemed more desperate. "What do you want to know?"

"The Shadow Legion's conspiracy." Gerlin's voice was like a cold wind, not shaken by Romans's threats. "What is their plan? Where is the weakness?"

“They… they are going to perform a sacrifice of strength on the night of the full moon.” Romans began to mutter to himself, his voice gradually weakening. “Only by sacrificing the blood of hundreds of people can they awaken a more powerful dark force.”

"List of sacrifices!" Gerlin's voice suddenly rose, reaching deep into Romans' heart, "Who will be their target?"

“You don’t understand. They will choose the weak and the incapable.” Romance seemed to be struggling to find his sanity. The nightmarish pain instantly seized his soul. “And…it’s impossible for you to stop this!”

"I have heard of another legend, Rommath." Gerlin's voice became low, and the ancient spell gradually emerged in his mind. "Where is the leader of the Shadow Legion hiding?"

"He is an abandoned prince, hiding in a dark palace, forever intoxicated by the fantasy of power." Romance's expression gradually became dazed, as if his thoughts were entangled in a spell, "His name is... Thor"

“There, your power will be fully unleashed on the night of the full moon, and the whole world will fall into darkness.” Romanth’s voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was in torture.

"Thor?" Gellin frowned slightly, thinking, "How deep is his connection with the Shadow Legion?"

"He is their king. The entire Shadow Legion is under his control." Rommath began to tremble. The evil spirits had nowhere to escape. Gerlin's spells were like invisible chains, tightly entangling them.

"You're lying!" Emily interrupted from the side, with some suspicion, "If that's the case, why doesn't he do it himself?"

"Because he is looking for the source of power." A trace of despair flashed in Romans' eyes. "I can't say anything more for you. Let me go! My existence is unimaginable. I will destroy you!"

Gerlin's expression became more serious. "You have no right to make demands now. I need more information. Only then can I decide your fate."

"I'll give you more!" There was a hint of pleading in Romanth's voice. As his will became stronger, Gerlin's magical power gradually penetrated into the depths of Romanth's soul, gradually forcing out the secrets in his heart.

"After the full moon, Thor will transfer his power to the central altar. Only there can he gain true dominance." Romance's voice became weaker and weaker, but his expression was filled with despair and fear. It desperately tried to break free and protect itself.

"The location of the altar?" Gerlin's voice was as calm as an icy blade, merciless.

"In the dark forest in the north, hidden among countless vines... only the moonlight can illuminate it." Romans lowered his head weakly, his body shrunken as if he was about to collapse.

“Go on…” Without waiting for an answer, Gerlin continued to interrogate. His voice became cold and his eyes were like knives, locking onto the depths of Romans’ soul.

"When they transfer their power, their target is your kingdom." Romance's voice gradually revealed a sense of powerlessness. "If you give up, you will fall into the abyss."

"I won't give up!" Gerlin's lips trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with unyielding faith. "In order to stop the darkness, I will never retreat!"

“You can’t even imagine how powerful he is.” Romance’s voice was low, revealing despair. “He will burst forth with countless powers on the night of the full moon.”

"I don't need you to remind me again." Gerlin's expression was firm. His mind gradually sorted out his thoughts. He withdrew the power of the spell, and the blue light in the crystal ball dimmed.

"What are you doing?" Romanth shouted in panic, seeming to realize in the chaos that he was about to lose his power.

"My patience has its limits, Romans." Gerling closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility gradually returning to his surroundings. Everything was under his control, and Romans' fear became his motivation to move forward.

"You will pay for your arrogance!" Romance's figure gradually blurred in the darkness, and his voice was like a dying wail, mixed with inescapable anger and despair.