Age of Adepts

Wizarding World, Throne of Flame.

Still within that completely separate and peculiar space, Grim sat silently at the table reading the holy book of wisdom.

He was now flipping through to the seventh page.

And every page he read brought him all sorts of benefits and great gains that were hard to describe.

It was just a pity that the Holy Book of Wisdom belonged to a master after all!

Before killing that God of Wisdom Yero, there was no way he could completely take in and parse out the mysteries contained within the Wisdom Sacred Book. Therefore, every reading was actually a process of him using his mental power to fight with this artifact.

When he won, he would be able to parse out quite a few fragments of high-level knowledge about the mysteries of the bits and worlds from the pages he flipped through. Of course, it was also possible that there was some divine knowledge he couldn't use at the moment.

If he wanted to gain more, he would need to constantly struggle against the Wisdom Sacred Book, constantly separating and parsing out the corresponding pieces of knowledge from it, and then try to put them together into a complete knowledge puzzle.

When he fails, he has to suffer the backlash of the Holy Book of Wisdom, and suffer some degree of mental devastation.

It was good that this was a completely separate dimensional space, isolated from the origin connection between the Holy Book of Wisdom and that God of Wisdom, so the mental backlash suffered hadn't reached a point that made it unbearable.

Better yet, he had the aid of a chip.

Even if the isolated fragments of knowledge were only partial, with the comparison with the sorcery system, he was still able to parse out quite a bit of high level occult knowledge from it that was useful to him.

Thus these days, Grim's mental fluctuations were unusually frequent.

Either his mental strength skyrocketed due to the many gains, or he was abnormally weak due to mental reversals... And he was wasting away between the peaks and valleys every day, mentally suffering.

However, due to this stimulation, his mental strength grew rapidly.

It was because of the daily ups and downs of his mental strength that he didn't dare to leave the Flame Throne, let alone fight with others.

Even if Mary was in danger in the Otherworld, even if the Steel Capital was attacked outside of its domain, Grim had only sent partial reinforcements, but he was unable to commit the danger himself. After all, with his current broken spirit, it would be difficult for him to fully recover without decades of careful recuperation.

Before that, it was really not advisable for him to engage with any 4th Order enemies!

After carefully and meticulously reading the seventh page of the Holy Book of Wisdom, Grim's heart moved, hurriedly closed the book, and hurriedly left the alien space. As soon as he left the alien space, Grim's body was a piece of fire rolling past, and his entire body had appeared in another sorcery chamber.

The furnishings here were even simpler, only a gray-white stone chair.

Beneath the stone chair, on the floor of the chamber, there were dense and intricate sorcery runes drawn.

Grim did not hesitate to sit on the stone chair, and then activated the sorcery formation beneath his feet.

The entire room quickly dimmed, and with the light and shadow cast and changing inside the formation, a strange scene of another region was revealed.

It was a majestic city that towered majestically.

Relying on a high mountain, it was built on top of each other, layered on top of each other.

All of the buildings were stone houses built of rock blocks, and although they were simple and crude, they had another kind of rugged and majestic atmosphere. And at the top of the layer upon layer of tall stone platforms, an even taller and more majestic mysterious temple was situated on top of the mountain, overlooking the majestic city below and the surrounding undulating lush green forest and sea.

The Shadow Demon possessed by Grim's spirit was currently hiding in the canopy of a tall, ancient tree in the dense forest. With the aid of the shade of the forest, it was looking out over the troll capital in the distance.

"Master, we have found Lord Mary's trail, should we rush to join her now?" Shadow Demon passed a mental awareness.

The two sides were in two different planes, and only with the power of the Witch Tower Rune Formation could they barely achieve the same speed of space-time flow and communicate with simple consciousness.

"There's no need to meet up with her, go straight to that Feathered Serpent God!" Grim made a quick decision.

This Mary guy is actually very cautious. Even though she knew that Grim had sent Shadow Demon here to care for her and love her, as a Blood Lord with many Bloods under her command, but needing Grim's help to take down a 'tiny' totem god, she must have resisted deep down!

It was because of his knowledge of Mary that Grim had no intention of letting the Shadow Demon meet up with him.

Help was a must, but how, Grim intended to do exactly what he wanted and at his own pace!

Under Grim's command, the Shadow Demon didn't hesitate to disappear into the darkness, diving swiftly towards the Troll Capital with the help of a patch of shadows.

The battle outside the Troll Capital was still in full swing.

Mary, with a large number of her blood tribe and her newly subdued blood slaves, was battling furiously with a nest of troll warriors and troll hunters in the depths of the jungle. Every day, large numbers of wounded were carried out of the jungle and sent back to the Troll Capital for treatment.

A terrible plague was still spreading inside the Troll Capital, and had even infected nearly half of the troll civilians in the lower and middle classes.

Grim was attached to the Shadow Demon's spiritual consciousness, and through its eyes, while walking through the lower level of the Troll Capital, it saw a troll infected person lying inside the stone house howling in pain and grieving.

No matter men, women, young or old, strong or weak, those infected with the plague could only be left alone in the stone room, waiting for death to come. It was because of the strength of the troll clan's physique and the resilience of their life force that they also endured more pain and more horrific torments.

Grim even commanded the Shadow Demon to sneak inside a few stone chambers to closely probe and inspect some of the trolls infected with the plague, and then silently gave Mary a compliment.

Although Mary was usually grinning, appearing a bit rough and grumpy, she was not bad at warfare. For one thing, Grim had noticed a tendency to mutate in several of the plague infected, and the timing was almost synchronized.

This meant that Mary's entanglement with the trolls on the periphery was really just a delaying tactic, and she was actually waiting for the full blossom of the plague. In order to avoid being caught off guard too early, she had even asked the poisonous spirit Remy to delay the onset of the early plague infections.

According to the estimates of the epidemic observed by Grim, 3 days from now would be the day the entire Troll Capital plague would break out!

And at that time, the vast majority of the trolls will be put down by the plague, and half of them will be transformed into terrifying servant corpses, setting off a bloody slaughter in the troll capital.

At that time, Mary would lead the Blood Clan and drive the army of servant corpses into the Feathered Serpent God's lair in one fell swoop.

Such a tactic would indeed push the odds of victory to the maximum!

In this regard, Mary had already arranged it very well, and there was nothing that could be improved upon even if Grim came here in person. Thus, he was going to try to weaken that Feathered Serpent God with his own strength.

This, too, was a sideways help to Mary!

The Shadow Demon lurked in the darkness, jumping from one dark shadow to another, silently walking through the interior of the Troll Capital. As the platform it was on got higher and higher, the trolls it saw, whether in clothing or equipment, were much more sophisticated than those on the bottom.

And the higher it went, the fewer the number of trolls infected with the plague.

Even in many places, Grim found a strange cauldron of simmering miserable green thick soup, which wafted a choking and pungent heavy herbal smell.

Although this primitive and crude herbal broth could not completely kill the plague germs, it could effectively stifle their activity. It also disguisedly reduced the contagiousness and outbreak of the plague!

Hmph, I didn't think these witch doctors had some tricks up their sleeves... Looks like we need to reduce their population a bit!

While silently spitting out a groove, Grim guided the Shadow Demon to quickly jump and move between shadows at one point, silently searching for the leader of the witch doctors.

As expected, in a mushroom hut on the highest platform, Grim found a rickety, elderly witch doctor leaning on a strange wooden staff.

The small, dimly lit hut was filled with the heavy smell of blood and pungent herbs, and a dozen troll women were exiting it gingerly. The blood from the heads of the demons that had been directly cut off had drained away and were stacked together in an oddly hideous pile.

Next to the blood and flesh rituals were the twisted and crooked bodies of five apes, their throats had been cut and there was a large blood hole in their chests. Their blood and hearts had been placed on top of their blood skulls, becoming tributes to the Great Feathered Serpent God.

Right in the center of the pile of these offerings, a blood-dripping spear was enshrined there, shining with a strange multicolored light that only a high-grade weapon could have.

As for the old witch doctor, Jek, who had just performed the blood sacrifice ritual for a day and a night, was now collapsing on the side of the hut in exhaustion, unable to stop pulling out some pungent-tasting straw cakes and poisonous scorpions covered in strange patterns from the rough pottery jar beside him and putting them into his mouth to chew a few times before swallowing them straight down.

As soon as Grim's possessed shadow demon dived into the hut, the blood-dripping spear clinked with a windless self-shaking sound.

The old witch doctor Jek froze violently, his dusky, cloudy eyes quickly scanning the house, but he didn't find any infiltrators or anything out of the ordinary.

Was it a holy weapon misfiring? That's not very likely!

After all, the Dripping Blood Spear was a 4th-grade holy weapon personally bestowed by the Feathered Serpent God, with all sorts of strange powers that outsiders couldn't imagine. Therefore, Yike never dared to ignore its sudden warning.

It was said that those intruders were able to change into a tiny red bat and stab around for information, could it be that there were enemies infiltrating this place as well?

The old witch doctor Yike grunted, pulling a palm-sized puppet from his belt and tossing it to the ground, and as black smoke flashed, a giant mosquito with a strange pattern flew up from the ground.

It was the size of a human head, and its pointed kisses and thin legs all glowed with the sharp light characteristic of metal sharp objects.

"Go, kill all the fae beings in this hut..."