Age of Adepts

A large astrological ritual had only just ended when Grim felt the Tower of Fate.

Hundreds of witch apprentices, led by a dozen or so Fate Witches, exited the astrological hall in an orderly fashion, leaving the vast expanse of vast space to the two young men and women.

Before exiting, the group of childish witch apprentices, whose average age was only fifteen years old, all surreptitiously and curiously looked at the young male witch who had taken their faction leader's heart. They were all burning with gossip, but they couldn't stop gabbing about it in a place that was *so* solemn.

When all the apprentices and witches had exited the hall and left the astrological platform, only then did Alice walk with light steps towards Grim who was waiting on the sidelines.

Although the ceremony had ended, but the lighting stones around the astrological hall were not lit, the light inside the hall was dark and deep, the ceiling overhead had become completely transparent, reflecting the dark and gloomy sky outside. Numerous bright and charming stars lit up the vault of the sky, flickering overflowing with obscure and pure starlight power, and the mysterious witch array etched on the astrological platform echoed each other.

Standing in this curtain of night, standing in the countless stars sprinkled with a little starlight, step to Grim walking Alice is like a goddess, every gesture is so thrilling, every move is so elegantly dusty.

Grim held his breath, quietly admiring the endless beauty in front of him, the whole heart and soul are gladly enchanted!

"...Hey, hey, what are you doing? I've been talking to you for half a day, did you hear me or not?" Alice said softly, with a face of coquettish shallow anger. But when her gaze and the burning passionate* fire coming from the eyes of the man in front of her collided together, Alice's fair and tender face instantly reddened again.

The first thing that you need to do is to take a look at the other person's lips and taste them.

Mmm.......

After a long time, Alice who found a chance to brace herself only then used her hand to block Grim who came after her and warned him with a pretty red face.

"Don't mess around, this is an astrological station. You and I have a lot to talk about..."

Grim laughed and took Alice in his arms once again.

"I've got a lot to tell you too, so why don't we find a secluded place to talk about it?"

Alice's face flushed even more.

Bracing her hand against the other man's chest, sensing the strong pulsing heartbeat and the hot, healthy muscles, Alice's body could not help but get hotter.

Raising her face to meet Grim's burning, passionate eyes, Alice bit her red lips lightly and fiercely plucked out a glance at him, before her slender hand waved, the light and shadow shook, and the two of them disappeared on the spot.

A full half day passed before the two of them ended this long-ago 'celebration', laying on top of the soft bed with their limbs entwined, and began whispering in whispers.

"...What are your plans for these source qualities?" Alice was still somewhat petite *panting*, in terms of physique, ten of her current beatings couldn't catch up to Grim.

"This battle, my comprehension of the Laws of Flame has deepened quite a bit, even without the assistance of source mass, advancing to the 4th level is not much of a problem, but it's nearly a hundred years of work at night." Grim lay flat on the bed in all directions, allowing Alice to lie on his chest. He stroked his opponent's soft and silky satin-like long hair with one hand, and fought with his hand on its smooth and slippery back: "Mary is a bloodline witch, in comparison, the need for source material is not as strong as yours, so those source material is better left for you to advance to the 4th rank."

"Huh, that's oddly sweet!" Alice tenaciously raised her nose and gently nibbled the muscles on his chest with her white jade-like teeth, "You know full well that our Fate Witch's promotion relies on the power of fate, what does it have to do with your source quality? What, are you still afraid that I'll be angry if you leave the source material directly to that girl Mary?"

The 'lie' was debunked, and Grim didn't care in the slightest, smiling heedlessly, "You're all the women I love anyway, for anyone to use!"

Alice laughed and joked with him for a while, before she half-supported her body and used her hand to wrestle Grim's face squarely in front of her, not caring about the boundless view in front of her chest, and said, "Grim, I know that you are confident in your ability to advance to Level 4, and you also want to maximize the effect of the source material. However, I still have to warn you that these source qualities can only be used by you, and you must be fast!"

Rarely had Grim seen Alice look so serious, and the hint of lust that had just sloshed up was hurriedly suppressed, frowning, "Why?"

"Because there's only 30 years left for you to advance to the 4th rank!"

"What's going to happen in 30 years?"

"A war...a war of epic proportions!"

In the sweet and sentimental tones of Alice's voice, Grim had only just heard of a magnificent world that horrified and yearned for it.

Morion, a world of humans dominated by Aurors, was about to leap from a medium-sized to a large bit. And once it succeeded, after thousands of years of bit expansion and power deposition, it might have a chance to become a powerful bit that stood at the pinnacle of the multiverse like the Sorcerer's World.

But unfortunately, it didn't have the same good luck as the Sorcerer's World!

The growth and expansion of the Morian Plane had undoubtedly alarmed many of the powerful clans in the Multiverse, whether it was the World of Gods, the Dragon Plane, or those Calamity Lords, they would not allow a new race to emerge in the Multiverse that could compete with them for territory and resources.

Thus, they sent out their strong clansmen and elite troops and began to launch a frantic attack on the Morian Plane.

The many Aurors who had the Morian as their origin plane had also enslaved and ruled hundreds of secondary planes over the past tens of thousands of years, and turned them into outlying bases that vaulted the arcane empire.

Countless racial powerhouses crossed the distant sea of stars and broke into one of the secondary planes of the Austrian Empire, where they engaged in one bloody fight after another. As the earth crumbled and the skies shattered, these sub-dimensions were destroyed one after another in the fires of battle.

The successive defeats and retreats of the arcane masters could only retreat to the Morian Plane, and used the Floating City and Arcane Fortress to form an impenetrable line of defense outside the Plane Barrier.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, the Arcane Empire had also plundered and enslaved hundreds of large and small planes, scavenging the resources and treasures within them to their original planes of origin, and creating mysterious devices that could directly draw energy from the Void.

As a result, the Arcane Empire with its endless energy sources was especially powerful and invincible.

If it wasn't for the combined efforts of many cosmic powerhouses to attack this time, I'm afraid that the Austrian Empire could have leapt to become the most powerful group of forces in the entire Multiverse. Unfortunately, before they grew and expanded, the great Arcane Empire that the Arcane Masters and Great Arcane Masters had built together was torn to pieces by the swarming enemies.

After centuries of warfare, the outer defenses of the Morian Position had been shattered by the onslaught, and the mighty and powerful Arcane Empire had become yesterday's flower, and could fall completely at any time.

In the midst of this magnificent war, the extra-territorial Sorcerer camp also joined the battle, hoping to save valuable resources and knowledge from the collapsing ruins of the Arcane Empire.

Currently, this terrible war of destruction continues deep in the universe.

Although the Austrian Empire had lost most of its resistance, the remaining power was still not to be underestimated. On the contrary, the major powers that occupied an absolute advantage had no desire to fight at this moment, only thinking of capturing the most and largest share of the spoils from this war.

Thus, the powerful deities, the arrogant dragons, and the terrifying Calamity Lords were all pulling out the best of their clans and forcing them within the Morian Plane. On the one hand, they were allowed to wreak havoc everywhere, destroying the mystical devices that supported the Aurors' continued battle from within, and on the other hand, grabbing the resources and higher knowledge stored in the various floating cities of the Auror Empire in advance.

Naturally, the Sorcerer World was not to be left behind, and was prepared to send an elite team to break into the Morian Plane to join the fight for resources and knowledge.

Such a mission behind enemy lines would undoubtedly be very dangerous!

Upon entering the Morian Plane, the sorcerer on a mission has to face not only the fearsome Occultists, but also the vicious 'allies' who are unpredictable enemies. Like thieves with their hands in the same pocket, the two sides are not only peers, but also competitors.

And among the many contenders, the Sorcerer's camp, though not the weakest, was similar!

Therefore, those great sorcerers outside of the domain had also set the rank of the sorcerer performing this mission at 4th rank.

After all, the 4th rank was already the strongest power that could be contained within the bit.

Sending a 5th rank in would require the power to be suppressed to a 4th rank, so it would be better to just send a group of 4th ranks so that the party wouldn't cause any spillover and waste of power.

At that time, ten elite 4th rank witches would be chosen from outside the domain to act as the main force in this battle and carry out the tasks sent down by the great witches. The several major powers within the Wizard World would also have to each select a 4th rank to act as a sentinel for the main team and confuse the enemy.

This meant that the Silver Alliance, the Witch of the North, the Sorcerer's Association, and the Scatterland Tallinn would all have to 'push' a 4th rank to complete this 'infiltration' mission arranged by the great witches from outside the domain.

Precisely because of the indescribably high risk of this mission, the fourteen rank 4 witches of the Scattered Earth Tallinn were obviously unwilling to join this 'certain death' mission. Thus, with a lot of brewing and planning on their part, Grim, the unlucky 'scapegoat', was created!

After listening to Alice's narration, Grim finally understood the true purpose of this selection of the 3-stage supreme powerhouse.

Without a furious rant, without pointing at the heavens and scolding, Grim knitted his brows, his black pupils appearing indifferent and deep, and began to think calmly and profoundly.

Alice stroked his hard face with her hand, and couldn't help but offer her kisses.

It was a long time before she panted in panting ecstasy, "Grim, you know what? What fascinates me most about you is your composure and calmness. If it were anyone else, they would have blamed me a hundred times for my trespassing. You are the only one who never loses your cool and understands the importance of brains and thinking!"

"Well, don't sell yourself short! Since you've taken the initiative to push me down this path, could it be that you've spied on something in advance?" Grim just opened his big hand, gently patting Alice that quite rounded buttocks * part.

Skin to skin, feel good, and immediately involuntarily stay there slowly stroking and kneading up.

Alice's body immediately once again hot and hot.

She forced her mesmerized eyes open, leaned down and leaned into Grim's ear and whispered in a delicate *pant*....