Age of Adepts

Sanaza has lost the war!

The countless witches who witnessed this could not help but let out a long and deep sigh.

Heck, it wasn't that Sanaza wasn't powerful, but... her enemies were just more powerful than her!

Possessing a strong body similar to that of a bloodline sorcerer, and also possessing the terrifying attack power of an elemental sorcerer, such a fellow would be just as much of a headache no matter who encountered him.

Grim had withdrawn from his flaming body and regained his human form, taking a glance at the surrounding horrific scene that was almost like an abyssal purgatory, and finally raised his steps to slowly walk towards the scorched black body that had fallen in the middle of the lava fire field.

At this time, Sanaza had also exited her Poison Dragon form and transformed back into her human form.

Without the purple mist to hide her, her form was surprisingly thin and wasted, the surface of her body covered in scorch marks from the fire. The lifted face could barely make out the original delicate and beautiful outline, but now all that remained were pits and sores and a pustule filled with disgusting mucus.

After all, bloodline witches weren't real demons, and they might be able to revert or purify their bloodline to give them a terrifying power for a short period of time that was no weaker than that of powerful demons. However, once the power of their bloodline was exhausted, they would also be knocked back to their original form, revealing their weak and pitiful side again.

With Sanaza Venom Flying Dragon's powerful strength, fighting Grim for three days and three nights in one breath before this exhausted all of her bloodline power, this was a clear indication of the potential of her talent on the Bloodline Sorcerer line.

If she had been able to stop fighting so hard and flee the battlefield in time to give herself time to recover her bloodline strength, perhaps there would still be a fight left in this battle. At the very least, Grim would need to pay much, much more if she wanted to win!

However, Sanaza's overly violent and impulsive personality still harmed her, and made her pay a heavy price for it.

Sanaza struggled to brace herself from the ground, the charred and carbonized surface of her body shaking slightly, puffing out countless gray powders and revealing fresh flesh and blood that was red with white and bubbling with heat beneath.

"Good... very good... "Sanaza had a horrible smile on her face that was worse than a ghost, ignoring the injuries on her body and saying angrily:" I never thought I'd have to look the other way, but I was...defeated...by a guy I despised! Well, this belongs to you..."

Struggling to finish the sentence, the charred corpse-like Sanaza suddenly flew out of a black strange crystal, suspended in front of Grim and rotating it slowly.

As soon as Grim pulled out the other black crystal from his bosom, the two strange crystals strangely fused together, and then a dense transparent ripple appeared.

Without a word, Grim disappeared into the scene along with the fused strange crystal.

After Grim teleported away, a strange figure in a black witch's robe appeared at the edge of the field, slowly paced over to the dying Sanaza, leaned over to examine her injuries, sighed lightly, picked her up, turned around and disappeared.

The teleportation destination set by the teleportation crystal was, of course, Keslin Castle.

When Grim stepped out of the teleportation array with a solemn body, the one who greeted him outside was naturally that 'familiar' association wizard Laurien. Before the two could speak, the teleportation array behind Grim once again trembled gently, and a black-robed sorcerer carrying Sanaza in his arms walked out from it.

At this time, Sanaza had already fainted due to her inability to support herself, thus avoiding the embarrassment of meeting again.

Seeing the latter, Laurien, who was smiling just now, hurriedly bowed and stood solemnly, "Meet Elder Nicholas!"

The black robed sorcerer ignored Laurion, the pupils of his eyes under the shadow of his deep hood shone with a dazzling glare as he stared coldly at Grim: "Good... very good... this is a little toy you left behind, take it back! "

The black-robed sorcerer Nicholas casually threw down a palm-sized metal doll with strange red threads wrapped all over it. If you take a closer look at it in your hand, Grim was surprised to find that it was indeed the elemental magic weapon that he had left behind in the Blue Sea.

It was just that the original several meters tall and weighing tens of tons had turned into a miniature metal toy, a huge transformation that he found difficult to accept.

As for the strange red lines on the outside of the model, they were obviously a special sealing technique that Grim wouldn't dare to try to crack without careful study.

After tossing the magic weapon to Grim, that black-robed Nicholas elder also hugged Sanaza and left on his own.

Only after the other party's figure had completely disappeared did Grim turn his attention to that Laurien wizard.

Looking at the puzzled gaze that Grim looked over at him, Laurien explained with a bitter smile, "Back then, when Elder Sarubo was still in the Association, he had helped Elder Nicholas quite a bit. At that time, Elder Nicholas was still a rank 1 Sorcerer!"

Grim nodded his head in understanding.

The association's legacy had lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the complexity of the interpersonal relationships within it was obviously not something that an outsider like himself could understand in a short period of time. So after putting away the elemental magic weapon, Grim briefly exchanged a few words with Laurien and then apologized and left.

Laurion kept sending him to the door of his residence on the upper floor of the castle, and only just before parting did he sighed meaningfully, "I had originally thought that there was a possibility of victory for you, but I never thought that you would win by such a large margin. Cough, I might even have to ask you to take care of me from now on... By the way, you now have a break of 12 days that will end, you can make good use of the time!"

With that said, Laurion also turned away with a great deal of emotion.

After closing his eyes for a moment, Grim no longer dwelled on whether there was any depth in the other's words, but instead turned around and walked inside the abode.

As soon as he stepped into the residence, he was greeted by a few blushing beautiful faces.

"Congratulations..."

"Teacher, you sure are the best..."

"Congratulations to the family lord..."

The first to greet them were naturally Mary, Wenliel and Emelia, and behind them stood seven or eight strange witches, both male and female, with a smile. They were naturally all other small sorcerer forces that had chosen to join the Crimson Family during this time.

Although the association had circled the Crimson Family's sphere of influence in the Alois region, the Crimson Family also possessed considerable power of speech in the surrounding regions by virtue of its own strong family strength and great influence.

The ones that help the Crimson family expand their radiant area are these small and medium-sized witch families or organizations in front of them.

They don't have the ability and strength to dominate the voice in the region, and can only lean on the Crimson Family to push their will through the power of the Crimson Family. Any wizard family or organization in the region that wants to wage war against them or compete for resources has to take into account the Crimson Family's intentions behind them.

Once the Crimson Family interfered, even those middle powers with 3rd rank Sorcerers would not be able to cope with it, and would end up losing their territories and resources.

It must be said that these families were able to throw themselves in front of Grim to participate in the battle of the mighty, all with a desperate madness and ruthlessness. Once the bet was wrong, it wasn't something that could be made up for by compensating a bit of resources, and it was likely that they would be uprooted from the middle of the continent like the Crimson Family, and completely driven out of the Scattered Earth Tower Forest.

So, suddenly seeing Grim's 'brilliant' performance in the first battle, the several family heads or power leaders present were all slightly relieved, their faces naturally overflowing with a heartfelt, smooth smile.

If... if Grim really did win the battle of the mighty and became a 4th rank wizard, then all of the wizard forces in front of them would be able to obtain a hundred times as many betting chips as before. And more importantly, the witch powers they represented could also leap up a level or two in their respective regions and become the core power with a true voice.

And that, was what they valued most!

Grim greeted the three women first, before nodding one by one to these representatives of the forces already waiting here. After a few brief chats between the two sides, these witches took the opportunity to knowingly take their leave.

Having just gone through such a brutal battle, Grim was in dire need of recovery treatment. So after the outsiders left, Grim calmly lay down on a stone bed and watched the battle between another group of witches on the light screen. The three women were at his side, taking off his robes and carefully treating the countless horrific injuries on his body.

In the battle with Sanaza, although Grim had won a crisp victory, he himself had taken a great blow.

The three consecutive days of frenzied fighting had left numerous secret wounds and hidden dangers inside and outside of his body that he didn't have the time or opportunity to deal with at the time, and now was the time to pull them out one by one. Otherwise, the accumulation of such hidden dangers and secret wounds would sooner or later break through the limits of Grim's flesh and blood body, leaving him in danger of his body crumbling.

Now that he had the help of the three women, he naturally didn't have to worry about these trivial matters anymore, and could instead focus his entire body and mind on parsing and summing up another battle.

Above the endless expanse of grassland, the battle between the Shattered Face Gallo and the Psychic Dante was still in full swing.

The psychic sorcerer Dante had three powerful sorcery weapons in his hands, one of which was the Grievance Soul Sorcerer's Staff, which was instrumental in his ability to successfully summon powerful spirits of various forms from a different realm.

Generally speaking, the spirits he summoned, although their attacking power was not very strong, they all possessed terrifying abilities that ordinary people could not imagine. Ordinary sorcerers, if they were not careful, would be taken over by them or controlled by them, and by then, Dante's life or death could be in his mind.

But Dante's opponent broken face Gallo also seems to be the body of the dead, basic immunity to charm, mind-like mental sorcery, so those shrieking, terrifying spirits filled with extreme hatred for the living can only use the terrifying screams that tear the clouds or ignore the defenses of the soul touch to attack him.

And any spirit that came within ten paces of Shattered Face Gallo was cut down on the spot by him!