Age of Adepts

"Little man, just fought a golden titan and now you're still so strong...you're in good shape!" Severus was darting left and right inside the fire field while attacking Grim with obscene and vicious words.

To be honest, even he was now somewhat impressed with this legendary fire witch from the middle of the continent.

He had also witnessed the terrifying power of that Golden Titan just now.

If this Monash Clan Chief was willing to join the Sorcerer's Association, his individual battle prowess could definitely be ranked among the top five. As for the Legendary Fire Witch Grim, even Servorius was a bit confused about his background and had difficulty estimating his true strength.

However, Severus dared to beat his chest to vouch for the fact that Grim's individual battle strength was in no way weaker than those three perverts ranked in the top three of the Sorcerer's Association. And Severus himself could only settle for the fourth position!

This also meant that this Grim's true battle strength was still above that of Cervorius.

If it wasn't for the fact that Grim had already been fighting Monash for so long, Severus would never have jumped out to be used as a gun.

But to his surprise, this legendary fire witch at the end of his crossbow was still so fierce! This caused him to secretly pay attention as well, repeatedly scanning the two rays of light that were as bright as small suns within the other party's body.

An elemental sorcerer who came from the Scattered Earth Tallinn, with no background and no reliance, actually possessed two super-tier sorcery weapons in his hands, and one was an origin sorcery weapon and the other was a soul armament. This guy was so earthy and rich that he couldn't even be compared to Severus, a proud son from the Sorcerer's Association.

Every time he thought about it, Severus was roaring inside, just roaring....

Damn, how did so many good things happen to this bastard, the bit-consciousness of the wizarding world is just too eccentric!

But as soon as such a thought surfaced in his mind, Severus couldn't help but cry out.

This wasn't an extra-territory where the Bit Consciousness whipped out of reach. This was a wizard world, but a world ruled by the will of wizards, and to secretly curse the bit consciousness in such a world....

Severus, who was in the process of virtualizing his body to dodge one of Grim's lava fireballs, had a pain in his Ug, and his nearly half virtualized body was violently knocked back to its original form.

It was surprisingly the strands of the bits of law that had infested his body earlier had unexpectedly fused together, breaking through the curse and starting to make trouble. This was what caused his virtual body to fail!

"Bit Consciousness, you mix..." the face of Severus changed drastically, and he didn't have time to use any other means to escape before he was hit by the lava fireball that fell from his head.

The fierce and violent stream of magical flames flew in all directions, piercing the thin body of Severus with a thousand holes. The scalding lava curling inside the fireball was even more so, and he was able to laugh at it all without missing a beat.

Like a scorched black baboon, Severus screamed as he dashed about in the depths of the fire. Wherever the pieces of black robe cloth that peeled off from his body landed, they melted everything into a viscous black liquid filled with stench and pungent acidity in a strange burst of corrosion.

It hurt...a huge pain...a real fucking pain!

Severus wept and shrieked for half a day, which was how he used the sea of curses to neutralize the fire laws that invaded his body. However, he had just resolved his internal problems when he felt a sudden stagnation of the surrounding sea of fire.

Severus looked back in horror, and what he saw at eye level was a giant lava palm that covered almost all of his vision.

Boom....

With an earth-shaking muffled sound, the lava palm fell from the sky, slapping Severus into the earth beneath him.

Above the lava palm, flames swirled and magma rolled, quickly scorching the entire earth black, even the void became distorted and lost in the crackling fire.

Grimace....

A strange noise was heard, and large clumps of black smoke escaped from the gap in the Lava Giant's palm, fleeing in all directions as if they possessed sentience.

A moment later, they regrouped and took shape a thousand meters away from the molten fire giant, revealing the tragically broken body of Cerworis.

"Bastard... Bastard... you dare to destroy my body... I'll curse..."

As he cursed Grim in a fit of rage, Servorius prodded his hand and condensed the book of curses from the void.

However, as soon as the thick book of curses entered his hand, he who was cursing incessantly at one moment, came to an abrupt halt at the next Ug.

The black-covered, red-trimmed Book of Curses in his hand, with a long series of twisted and distorted mysterious runes engraved on the cover, was actually damaged. Perhaps it was because the fierce strike of the molten fire giant incarnated by Grim was too violent just now, the fierce and incomparable flame law of the Fire God Bead, wrapped in endless flame energy, had invaded the body of the cursed book.

As far as the naked eye could see, scorched marks appeared in the left corner of the Cursed Book, and the individual pages inside even emitted smoke, looking like they were on the verge of igniting.

"Ah... my Book of Curses... I will curse you for ten thousand years..."

The Book of Curses was Severus' soul armament, and damage to the Book of Curses meant damage to his soul as well. And any damage that appeared on top of his soul was not to be underestimated!

Therefore, Severus no longer dared to act recklessly, and after roaring out the most vicious curse, his entire body turned into a stream of black smoke that instantly shot up into the sky, fleeing quickly to a place outside the battlefield.

Severus had actually fled!

At this moment, there were countless strange voices cursing Cerworis inwardly.

Cloaked in the crystal airship above the Shattered Stone Canyon, the 4th rank magician Tartarus was cursing furiously.

"Fuck you Serweris ancestors, you air-blowing bastard, you can't even defeat a crossbowed central wizard. I...I...I greet the females of your family..."

The airship commander who was drenched in spittle from the magician hurriedly bowed carefully and asked, "My lord, do you think we still need to make a move then?"

"Shot... shot my ass! Can't you see this is getting out of hand, you P-eyed bastard? If that Severus wins the fight, we might be able to earn a super strong man for nothing and lure that Grim into the alliance. Now it's a good thing that Severus has escaped, what else can we do if we stay here? Get ready to hit the road!" Tatas' anger grew even stronger.

Although the Silver Alliance had sent him out to observe the future trends in the middle of the continent, he could also intervene in the battle as an inspector ambassador of the Silver Alliance if necessary. However, he, Tas, was only a 4th rank magician in the end, and was still a long way from being super strong.

If he really wanted to rush down and do it....

Tartarus looked at the tall molten fire giant standing proudly at the end of his line of sight and swallowed, feeling like he was having trouble even breathing.

There was not just one Tatas who was sighing as long as he was at this moment, even that death witch leader Krsuna who was hidden in the shadows was stifling her breath a bit.

"My lord, that Grim seems to be dying...you see?" The 3rd Order Sorceress peeked into the distance, looking aroused and agitated.

Superpower... Golden Titan... Superclass artifact... Law Might....

This level of fighting was not to say rare in a thousand years, but at least unheard of in the centuries since her birth. The honor and fervor of being able to feel the power of the Laws 'up close' when no one else could see it made her eager to 'participate' in it.

Naturally, she didn't have the power to participate in a fight at this level, but this Krsuna at her side had enough power to change everything.

Rushing out...defeating these male witches...trampling all the losers underfoot....

She was so infatuated with the thought that her entire body was even hot.

But in the next moment, her enthusiasm was doused by an icy glare from Krsuna.

"Idiot!" Krsuna snapped, "I went to defeat Grim, and then what?"

"And then..." the 3rd rank witch was astonished.

Wasn't the glory of defeating a super-strong man enough? That's a super strong man!

"Have you considered the consequences of my defeating Grim? What is before us now is not a family feud, but a regional war for control of the center! If I crush Grim, it means that the inherent power of the Scattered Tarin and the new power that Grim represents will both lose."

"Grim will certainly have to return to the Crimson Family and shrink his forces to protect himself. And what will Freed and the others choose? Their own strength was no longer enough to compete with Grim, and that had been clearly demonstrated through today's battle. Then what would they do? Either flee or bring in an outside force to balance the threat of Grim..."

"Who do you think they're going to choose from within the three major wizarding organizations?"

Hearing the cold and merciless questioning of the Ksuna Witch, the 3rd Order Witch finally sobered up a little and bowed her head in contemplation, "It can't be our Northern Earth Witch. Our Northland Witch has never had a good relationship with these guys from Scattered Earth Tallinn, they wouldn't ask us for help even if they were in trouble!"

"Not very likely on the Wiccan side either! After all, the Sorcerer's Association organization is so powerful that it's easy for them to invite the gods, and if the Sorcerer's Association really reaches out their black hands, no matter if they win or defeat in the future, the Scattered Earth Tallinn will have nothing to do with them!"

"In my opinion, it's most likely that they'll ask for help from the Silver Alliance! Those Silver Alliance members are so mercenary that it doesn't seem completely impossible to spend a little more resources and blood to hire out a super strong person to help with the fist..."

After a simple dissection, the 3rd rank witch's face grew paler and paler, immediately knowing that she had just Meng Lang.

This was not a simple battle of the powerful, but a power struggle that could determine the dominance of a promising region. Even this war could affect the ebb and flow of power between the three major witch organizations, and there was no way that the top brass on all sides wouldn't be cautious about it!

And that idea she had just come up with was undoubtedly a rancid, not-to-be-rancid, bad idea for the entire Northland Witch.

The 3rd Order Witch hurriedly hung her head, her face without a trace of blood.