Age of Adepts

The wizarding world never lacked high ranking witches.

And in order to continue their bloodline, these high-ranking witches were also constantly experimenting with various fertility methods.

Whether it was natural reproduction or laboratory cultivation, there was always the possibility of having strong offspring, but there was a higher chance of having bloodline descendants without any elemental talent.

Given the difficulty of producing bloodline offspring from a High Sorcerer, such mortal offspring in the past could only be discarded and left to die an ordinary death after enjoying a lifetime of honor in the mundane realm. If a High-ranked Sorcerer lived a little longer, it was possible for him or her to send off more than ten generations of descendants in one go.

The magical essence extracted by high level alchemy lacked vitality, and even if it was purified again, it would not be able to give new magical properties to mortals. But these demonic essences from the Mutant Moon Well possessed a strange vitality, and once purified to a certain level, they even possessed the ability to transform decay into magic, giving mortals magical powers as well!

This was another guarantee for the many high-ranking sorcerers who were eagerly awaiting the birth of their bloodline descendants, and even more so, it gave them no regrets.

It was just that with the current output of the Mutant Moon Well, only 50 grams of magic essence could be purified every month, and it would take half a year to gather enough to purify a share of the potent magic essence.

However, considering the broad and bright future of Strong Effect Magic Essence, Grim had already set the price of Strong Effect Magic Essence at 2 million magic crystals in his heart. After all, this was a one-man business, and he had never heard of a similar item existing elsewhere!

Although breeding flowers were able to achieve similar effects, these consumable wonders were used one less than the other. Moreover, no one could know where they grew in the thousands of planes, far less than the powerful magic essence that could produce a steady stream of output.

Moreover, two million magic crystals might be an astronomical price for the low-ranked sorcerers, but for the high-ranked sorcerers, it was just the basic expenditure for a large-scale sorcery experiment. If spending 2 million magic crystals could guarantee that no 'mediocre talent' would appear in their offspring, which high ranked sorcerer would be stingy with the magic crystals?

While Grim was silently examining Melinda's every move, the other party had finally completed a pious prayer ceremony and slowly recovered from the trance.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrifying 'demon' that stood pinned at her side with a magnificent and heroic figure!

The other side was only a meter away from her.

Melinda screamed in shock, then covered her mouth and fell back, looking like she was cowering in fear.

Grim paid no mind to the elf priestess' cowardice.

Probing out his form, he slightly looked down at the half-stocked moon water in the moon well and smiled with satisfaction. Three to five more days to purify the first vial of strong magic essence's share of moon water would be enough.

"You... have been doing well for a while!" Grim gazed at the elf priestess with a gentle smile on his face, "Say it, you can put forward any request you have, I will satisfy whatever I can!"

I'll give you a sweet date even if you slap me!

The other party wasn't passive, and it should undoubtedly be rewarded for such diligent day-to-day prayer.

"I... I..." the elf priestess' lips trembled as she looked like she wanted to say something.

"No request then forget it, I have something to do!" Grim turned to leave.

"No...I have a request..."

"Say!"

"I'd like...I'd like some companionship!" The elven priestess finally battled the nerve to speak the request.

Grim returned, eyeing the other, off to the side in thought.

"I will bring one of your companions tomorrow, but you must teach her the rules here. If you continue to behave so well back there, I'll release your companions one by one..."

Melinda's beautiful pupils immediately shone and drove forward in a rush, "I will obey! I'll make sure they're obedient too, you...you can count on me!"

Even in the Faen realm, the elven priestesses never underwent any combat training. Their only daily task was to do some cleaning and tidying inside the elven shrine or altar, and hold some public prayer rituals regularly.

Therefore, Melinda had an empty 1st rank, but couldn't really mention it in terms of combat.

Without any more words, Grim gave a slight jaw at the priestess and took two steps outside, disappearing on the spot as a rushing flame rose from the sky.

Melinda bit her lips and pondered for a long time, and finally fell to her knees again under the elegant and quiet moonlight, praying silently to the bright moon that showed a corner of the vault of the sky: "Great Moon God, what should I do? I'd like your advice on whether what I'm doing is right or wrong..."

Unfortunately, this wasn't the Faun Dimension, but the incredibly powerful Wizard World, and the Moonlight Goddess, Miwi, whom she prayed to, had a low divine power and couldn't extend her divine power to this corner.

Therefore, her prayers were doomed to fail!

And while Melinda was once again in a state of devotional prayer, Grim in a red witch's robe appeared silently somewhere in the nearby Black Forest, gazing at the forest hut through the distance of nearly five miles and the dense, gnarled trees.

A strange wing flapping noise came from the flap.

Immediately, a blood-red spiked bat flew out of the deep, dark forest and transformed into a pale, noble middle-aged man in fine robes in front of Grim.

"My lord, I wonder what your orders are for summoning Winelier?"

"That forest hut is a secret test site that I have placed here, and will not allow any outsiders to destroy it. Assign some men and cordon off the area, and don't allow any outsiders to break in. No matter if it's a demon or a wizard, if it enters, kill it on sight. If there are any guys you can't handle, notify me as soon as possible!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it."

Although a protective witch array had been placed near the forest hut, Grim was unsure and sent some extra men. It wasn't until the place was tightly guarded that he turned around and left with confidence.

............

The White Tower.

A secret room.

As a flame dissipated, Grim's tall figure strode out and returned within his residence.

Now he was becoming more and more proficient at driving flames. As long as he left a sorcery imprint somewhere in advance, he would be able to directly teleport over with the subtle sensing between the flames.

Of course, this kind of mid-range flame teleportation couldn't exceed 50 miles and required some kind of prior arrangement, so it was difficult to improvise during a battle.

However, since advancing to Level 3, many tactics that had been envisioned long ago, but could not be implemented due to their strength, could be applied.

Currently, what Grim wanted to optimize and adjust the most was his mobility!

As an elemental sorcerer, acting as a fire turret is the only way to really excel at what you do.

However, it was the extreme lack of mobile sorcery in the past that forced Grim to transform into an Inferno and then act as a half-assed fire warrior much of the time. Now that it had become a 3rd level, flame sorcery was becoming more and more exquisite and subtle.

After a long period of deduction and planning, Grim and Chip finally came up with a viable enhancement plan.

Flame Jet Engine!

Flame Spray was originally an extremely simple application of Flame Sorcery, able to fan out the gathered fire elemental particles in a certain direction in order to create a face of flame to kill.

Now, Grim had combined the 'Flame Shaping' ability from the Flame Suit to condense a pair of flame armor for himself. This armor didn't exist for defense, but for mobility.

Just like a fine and tiny little flame jet engine, driven by Grim's own vast flame energy, it was able to use a tiny hole to spray a stream of high temperature flames outwards, and then use the flame stream's counter-propulsive force to achieve rapid movement within the local space.

Only that this drastically increased movement speed still required Grim to slowly adapt.

Therefore, for the past few days, Grim had been taking 2-3 hours every day to exercise his neural reflexes.

Within this chamber, Grim laid down hundreds of misplaced and disorderly spiked stakes, and then forced himself to fire up his flamethrower engine to penetrate through it at an ultra-high speed.

Of course, Grim also gave himself a few flame shields just to be safe.

Unfortunately, during the first half of the first month, Grim managed to turn himself into a flaming cannonball. Every time the flamethrower engine was turned on, he transformed into a fire meteor, destroying countless wooden stakes along the way and then sturdily sticking to the stone wall.

If it wasn't for the flame shield protecting his body, he would have lost half of his life!

This miserable period lasted for a full half month before Grim was barely able to manage the speed of the flamethrower engine. However, while walking through the stake formation, his coordination with the chips would always make some unpredictable mistakes, and each mistake would of course end in the stakes being unlucky.

Either they were burned to a crisp by the jet stream of hot flames, or they were knocked to pieces by a handful of Grim.

After exercising for a long time there still wasn't much progress, which also made Grim completely lose confidence in his athletic talent, and could only transfer all control of the flamethrowing engine to the chip in his brain.

Compared to the vague motion perception of the human brain, the chip's control of the Flamethrower Engine was more delicate and more agile.

Whenever the Flamethrower Engine was turned on, Grim would transform into a flaming humanoid, darting and advancing and retreating through the densely packed spiked wooden stakes at ultra-high speeds. Unfortunately, as agile as he was, his appearance was completely out of proportion to his body shape.

Grim's screams never ceased as he watched a spiked wooden stake rapidly approaching before his eyes. After one round of practice, the beads of sweat had soaked through all of his clothes despite the fact that he was unscathed and had performed all of his moves exceptionally perfectly.

Such a first-person perspective exercise was simply more intense and exciting than riding a roller coaster a hundred times in his previous life!