Age of Adepts

The moment the grey-skinned rat sprang out, the polymorph couldn't resist rushing out as well.

The retardation ray....

The aging ray....

Aura of weakness....

Three gray lights fell on the gray skinned mouse almost in no particular order, tinting its tiny body with multiple more layers of gray brilliance. It was only when the other party could no longer move on the floor that the many-eyed monster moved its bulky body to its side, wrapped a stalk of eyes around it and sent it into its huge and hideous mouth.

A grey-skinned mouse is not even qualified to gag compared to a calf-like polymorph, but the bloody smell has satisfied it.

The long scarlet tongue, licking the last bit of flesh and blood in its teeth, the polymorph moved back to its original place, had a look around, and lay down comfortably.

And where did it know that within the five or six flexes it left its position, a small, but foot-long, emerald green snake swiftly swam to the wooden door, and then gently squeezed in.

There were two people in the room, one lying on the bed, both male.

The one lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in a wizard's robe, only his face was pale, his lips were blue and purple, his thin chest was falling together, and his breathing was a bit rapid. The other man, on the other hand, was slightly obese, and although he wore an exquisite nobleman's dress, he looked disheveled and haggard due to lack of care.

The wizard lying on the bed had apparently lost consciousness and was in a coma. So the male nobleman could only anxiously pace around the room, sighing every time he came to the bed and saw his companion's unconscious appearance.

Sneaking into the house, Sparrow didn't show herself rashly, but instead lurked in a dark place in a corner of the house, silently surveying and observing everything here.

She was now a rank 3 Blood Sorcerer, not a rookie to the world.

The male noble in front of her was no different from the one described in the intelligence, Antoinette, in terms of body shape and appearance. However, for some reason, there was always a deep-seated uneasiness when Sparrow placed his eyes on the other's body.

It seemed that there was a god in the underworld that was hinting at something to her....

What's wrong with it?

Could it be that the sneaking in was too smooth, and that's why he suspects a ghost?

Or maybe you're leaving something out?

Sparrow immediately closed her eyes and began to replay in her mind every move and every detail she had made since entering this small building.

With her 3rd rank Blood Witch's mental power, it was enough to re-filter the entire process as if it were a 360-degree panoramic camera, without any difficulty or omission.

Ug, Sparrow's body shook as if she understood something.

Without hesitation, she emerged from her hiding place, her entire body quickly transforming back into human form in a rising red mist, ignoring the horrified and frightened Archduke Antoinette, raising her breath and shouting, "Marilyn Mona, this is your mind illusion, isn't it! I Sparrow is here, are you going to continue to cheat?"

That Antoinelle who was scared in two strands by the change before her screamed in surprise, "You... you are Lord Sparrow... you have come to rescue me... ...Lord, take me away quickly!"

As he cried out, the other man staggered and flew over.

With a fierce flash of color on his face, Sparrow lifted his hand and a red mane went straight through that Antoinette's skull, opening a penetrating hole from his forehead to the back of his skull.

The other's body stiffened, and slowly fell down with astonishment on his face.

Sparrow didn't seem to care at all about the death of his rescue target, but instead silently gathered his strength and waited for the psychic warlock to arrive.

Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.

"I'm really curious as to how you were able to discern this illusion... Dear Lord Sparra, can you satisfy this curiosity of mine?"

With the appearance of the female voice, the entire room began to change in a strange and mysterious way as if a cold wind had been blowing.

All the colors in the room are losing quickly....

The dull and old-colored walls and floor were peeling and flaking rapidly, revealing the hollow gray material beneath. All of the furniture furnishings in the room, along with the unconscious wizard lying on the bed and the bloodied corpse on the floor, also began to fade rapidly, leaving only the outline of a gray object.

The corpse of Antonell on the floor wasn't a complete void, however, and as the color and disguise peeled away, it revealed its true nature.

The Venom Monster....

A strange jelly-like creature covered in foul-smelling pustules.

Inside its nearly translucent body was a black, hard spike floating. As you can imagine, if Sparrow had just let it get close, perhaps all that would have been waiting for her was a venomous spit and sting attack.

The scene in front of her blossomed, everything disappeared, and Sparra was instantly back at her original position - the entrance to the first floor hall.

That Ralph was frozen frozen in place and motionless, while she, Sparra, remained in her vampire bat form and was maintaining her position of climbing outward from his robe.

Sparrow was horrified, and realized that the illusory and real smuggling process only existed in the dream world. However, how could he be sure that the present scene was real?

Sparrow no longer dared to hesitate, Woodland flew up, and the violent and incomparable blood energy broke out of his body, creating a blood field around him.

As expected, where the blood field pervaded, the hall scene, which was just thought to be real, shook again, and the wooden floor underneath suddenly shattered piece by piece and began to fall down.

The wooden floor beneath his feet suddenly shattered and began to fall. There was a void beneath the floor, and a sea of dark red fire could be seen rapidly burning up. But before the sea of fire burned to the bottom of Sparrow's feet, this mysterious world was tyrannical blood energy to burst.

When the illusion shattered, the world in front of Sparrow began to jump once again.

This time, she suddenly appeared in an empty and mysterious palace, and a beautiful young witch was approaching her step by step, holding a black wooden spike with a shiny green tip.

It looked as if it was exactly the same as the poisonous thorn that was inside the Venom Monster earlier.

"How many more times do you plan to cast the same illusion? Give it to me..." before the last word "broken" was spoken, Sparrow was shaken and shouted, "Bastard, how dare you lie to me...". ..."

Unfortunately, she understood a little too late.

The beautiful witch who was so close to her was not even an illusion, even the poisonous thorns in it were real. Taking advantage of the gap where Sparrow's blood energy was dispersed, the other party's slender hand raised, and the black wooden thorn was instantly stuck in the side of her waist and limbs.

The poisonous thorn entered the body without even the slightest sense of pain.

Sparla was shocked, and curled her hand into a claw, brushing and swinging dozens of blood marks at the other party.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't give her a chance to attack, and immediately dodged after the first strike, and laid layers of psychic barriers behind her as she retreated.

By the time Sparrow broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene before her had changed.

This time, Sparrow was in the middle of an incomparably large Colosseum, with dense, black and terrifying witch beasts approaching her step by step from all sides.

The low shrieks of those witch beasts in the front row, the white mist-spewing snouts, the dull bang of trampling on the stone ground, and the cold fangs and sharp teeth and scarlet-red, bloodshot pupils....

Sparrow's heart flinched, and for the first time she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

She pulled out the black thorn stuck in her waist, and from the wound flowed not red blood, but milky white foul pus with a hint of bitter almond flavor. A strange numbness began to spread from her waist to her spine, heart, brain, and limbs, and Sparrow blurred before her eyes, no longer able to feel her waist or limbs.

"How much of an illusion did she create, this damned bastard? Which is real and which is not?" Sparrow was roaring madly inside.

But not allowing her to cast a spell to verify it at all, those terrifying witch beasts had all together let out a deafening roar as they swiftly pounced on her like a rolling flood.

A bloody and brutal battle erupted in an instant!

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

At the same time as the Great War erupted in the illusion, Sparrow's original body was standing motionless inside the first floor hall of that small three-story building.

On her side, there were a dozen of soap bubble-like beautiful illusions floating in the air.

She, however, was in a strange bubble, with her eyes closed, silently having horrible nightmares. Every time the bubble she was in suddenly burst, a new bubble would float over and envelop her again.

And from time to time, wounds would inexplicably pop up on top of Sparrow's body, from which bright red and sticky blood would flow. But Sparla seemed to be oblivious to this, still closing her eyes tightly, her eyelids trembling violently, but she was slow to break free from it.

Of course, what Sparrow encountered was not all a false illusion.

In the several rooms adjacent to the first floor hall, there were more than thirty wizards wearing special costumes huddled together, gathering their spirits together, firmly restraining Sparrow's spiritual consciousness and dragging him deeper into the illusion world.

Every now and then, the Marilyn Mona witch who was standing in the corner of the hall would send a dozen or so witch beasts or other witches to attack the blood-sucking shape-shifter in the dream world.

It was because of the existence of these real people that the fantasy world became even more terrifying!

The attacks in the illusion would leave real wounds on her body if Sparrow couldn't recognize them as real or fake. And once she considered all the attacks as false, then the real attacks mixed in could inflict terrible damage on her.

True and false, also illusionary and real....

These things were sometimes really hard to distinguish clearly.

And on top of the bizarre spiritual battlefield, the result of not being able to distinguish between them was... death!