Age of Adepts

The Vassailo.

Located in a luxurious chamber on the second level of the ship's belly.

Grim was seated at a desk in the corner of the bedroom, silently flipping through the Book of Filth and Darkness by the light from the small illumination crystal.

The Book of Filth and Darkness was worthy of being Grim's soul armament, especially after devouring that wisdom holy book, it possessed strange and incomparable wisdom properties. Grim would now flip through this Book of Filth and Darkness every day, reading and forcibly memorizing its contents.

And when he flipped through it, the content presented on the pages was different every time.

Most of the time it was just one or two sentences without a clue, and in some cases there were even strange runes and strange spells... After chip analysis, it was initially determined that these were all fragments of some kind of higher-order knowledge.

On their own, these fragments of knowledge were all fragmented, even upside down and in disorder, with a lot of specific knowledge and errors from the different planes mixed in. Ordinary sorcerers want to parse out the really useful content from them, it's just like finding a needle in a haystack, the difficulty can be imagined.

But Grim has the aid of the chip, does not need to decipher and analyze these confusing knowledge slowly, but only need to force them down memory and stored in the chip database. As for the subsequent sorting and parsing, it was all done by the chip.

Therefore, this book of filth and darkness, which was like a hypnotic heavenly book, was still rewarding to him after a long time of persistent reading.

And such a terrifying reading experience was also a not insignificant exercise for his mental strength.

Thus, for a long time after acquiring the Book of Filth and Darkness, the three things that Grim thundered every day were: meditation, reading, and sorcery experiments.

In many cases, eating, sleeping, and entertaining, which were essential activities for ordinary humans, had become optional for the high-ranking sorcerers. They can even go for months without eating, drinking or sleeping, busy with their own mysterious witchcraft experiments.

They would only take a nap to recover from the accumulated mental and physical* fatigue when their mental strength couldn't hold out any longer.

Many high level sorcerers had even altered their own energy cycles, using high purity energy crystals to replace the cumbersome and primitive feeding and digestive systems.

To them, all worldly pleasures and happiness were so insignificant that they could even be directly ignored.

The mundane emperor kind of wielding vicious, a word of a thousand heads on the ground of the Wei Ling; splendid extravagant banquets, endlessly evocative of fine wine and wine, lightly shaking the fan bold and bold beautiful noblewomen, like a deer like pure and lovely shy girl, from all corners of the world the world's greatest treasures, a full of flattery and flattering look of the nobles of the praise and admiration.... ...

Everything was less delightful and enchanting to them than any small improvement or advancement in their own sorcery experiments.

They have become a group of ascetics in search of knowledge and truth, and their life path has been far from the scope and height of ordinary people's knowledge.

If the low and middle-ranked shamans are still just a group of small moles struggling in the world of the bit plane, then the high-ranked shamans have experienced the colorfulness of the different bit plane, seen the treacherous splendor of the extra-territorial world, and experienced the stormy baptism of the endless sea of stars, then their perspective and level of life, world and power have already transcended the boundaries of the bit plane.

The ants would rejoice that they had found a drop of honey, but in the meantime, the lion had ascended to the top of the high cliff and roared full of pride and pride at the world and at the thousands of weak beings that lived in it.

Different lives, strengths, and patterns are forged!

Even if you are forced to put an ant in the position of the lion, its feeble vision to see more than ten miles away from the Mercedes-Benz swarm of deer ... ... its tiny strength to withstand the winds blowing against the wind ... ... in the face of all this, it is afraid to live and die! Or is it the pride of having the earth close at hand....

It's all unknown and known at the same time!

Grim can have the current achievements, which certainly has the advantage of the idea of crossing the soul, and also has the strong assistance of the chip. However, in the end, most of the credit should be attributed to Grim's strict self-discipline and strong sense of crisis.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid that he would have long been unable to hold down his inner restlessness and hunger, and couldn't wait to enjoy the soundness of the power, and would even be eager to taste the various beauties that were all over the place....

A 4th rank wizard is already the top power within the bit!

If you don't enjoy it at this time, when will you?

And with such glorious titles as 4th rank witch, super strong, and legendary witch, even the most beautiful maiden or witch will bend to your will and obey you... Just ask, without a strong heart and a strong will, who can resist this kind of seductive allure?

Yet Grim did just that.

A small porthole window opened on the side of the boat, just above the desk.

The night was now deep, and the huge moon disk hanging high in the sky's dome scattered a silvery, bright moonlight that reflected on Grim through the porthole.

For some reason, the moonlight today was a little hazy, and even more so with a whiff of charming flavor.

Grim looked up at the bright moon and vaguely felt a hint of law fluctuations.

Before he could react, the scene and colors in front of him suddenly darkened. The light and shadow in the cabin floated, the colorful mist spread, and two voluptuous women wearing soft gauze, both with the best figure and posture, actually appeared out of thin air and began to sing and dance.

Immediately, a beautiful and mysterious woman stepped out from the depths of the mist and slowly appeared in front of Grim.

Her face was covered with a light scarf that covered her beautiful and voluptuous face, revealing only a pair of impressive sea-blue eyes, and a transparent diamond-shaped crystal set on her forehead, shining with a dark and profoundly strange luster.

On her body, it was overflowing with that long-remembered wave of bizarre laws.

She was a witch, and a 4th rank witch who had mastered the power of powerful Laws!

How did they infiltrate the Vassailo?

Grim's heart rose with a faint confusion and couldn't help but quietly look around.

As expected, there were only three strange witches of mysterious origin and themselves left within the entire scene. And everything else was rapidly fading and disappearing....

The floor, the wooden table, the barn wall, the large bed, the two pots of green plants in the corner... everything was hazily feathering and then exploding into colorful smoke, making the whole space even more hazy and illusory.

Grim tried calling out to the chip, but there was no response.

He immediately realized that this was no longer the original material world, and his spiritual consciousness had been dragged into a special spiritual illusion by the other party by some means.

And the most suspicious of course was the strange law ripples that were constantly vibrating in the other party's body at all times!

"You're Grim, aren't you! The beautiful sorceress's cherry lips were soft, but her words were particularly chilling: "Aren't you afraid you'll die in the middle of the journey? "

Grim kept scanning the surroundings, invoking his power several times in succession, but he couldn't even ignite a small flame. It was as if this void had been completely controlled by the enemy, not even a single strand of flame energy.

However, the Laws of Flame were unaffected by time, space, and illusion, gathering and manifesting around Grim's body, condensing into a four-colored layer of witchcraft protection.

Looking at the flames of the Laws suddenly appearing around Grim's body, the beautiful witch chuckled, "I said how come you're so bold, so you're relying on the power of the Laws!"

Whirling around, her beautiful pupils swept over Grim a few times, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "A young wizard who has just advanced less than two hundred years can push the power of the Laws to this level, but it's admirable. However, if you only have this much power, I'm afraid it would still be difficult for you to get out of this dream world alive today..."

"Dreamland?" Grim was slightly startled.

To be honest, he had always thought that the other party had played some sort of trick to pull his mental consciousness into some sort of fantasy world. But listening to the other party, it seemed that this place wasn't a fantasy, but a dream.

Wouldn't that mean that in reality, he was dreaming?

Grim smiled slightly, stepped forward, and with both hands extended, began to call himself armed.

In the next second, the glow was great, and the Book of Filth and Darkness appeared in the left hand with a deep, dark light through it. In the right hand, on the other hand, it was still empty, and there was no shadow of the Fire Coral Witch Staff.

It seemed that this dream realm had isolated itself from all spiritual connections with the outside world, and other than the Book of Filth and Darkness, which belonged to one's soul armor and could not be isolated, the rest of the equipment and weapons did not realize that they were improper, and thus could not manifest.

"Soul Armed?" The beautiful sorceress was once again startled, "I never thought you would have such a high-grade soul armament in your hands in addition to the power of the Laws. Fine, then let's have a serious fight inside this dream world!"

With that said, the beautiful witch took a step back, and the colored mist around her body Ug surged up, completely hiding her figure. At the same time, the two beautiful maidens who were carrying songs and dances were smiling delicately while slowly closing in on Grim.

Inexplicably, a cold killing intent that penetrated deep into the soul spread out....

In reality, the square-jawed Grim was still sitting at the wooden table, holding the non-existent Book of Filth and Darkness in both hands, his eyes dull and scattered, and his nose snoring softly and strangely.

The bright moon in the sky was still so bright and beautiful.

But this empty and deserted cabin was filled with a chilling cold killing intent!