Age of Adepts

Actually, Mary didn't come out on her own!

As the head of the Crimson House, Grim made a grand entrance with Mary in an exquisite black witch's robe, hand in hand.

But unfortunately, even with Grim's tall and strong body, and his reputation as a legendary fire witch, he was still unable to cover up Mary's almost life-burning exuberance and power.

Yes, at this moment, Mary's rising soul breath resonated with the entire Nightmare Castle. The power of both sides entwined and mingled together, becoming more and more intense, more and more high-pitched, just like a passionate and generous symphony, which had deeply dominated and trembled the hearts and minds of all the witches present.

It was precisely because Mary's 'brilliance' was so dazzling that the Grim accompanying her on stage was unintentionally ignored by everyone, and what filled everyone's entire field of vision was that gorgeous woman who lightly lifted her skirt and had a proud look on her face.

Mary....

It's Mary, Queen of Blood....

When did she become so powerful?

Although Mary, as the number two person in the Crimson Family, was also an incredibly powerful 4th rank witch. However, for a long time, her light had been overshadowed by Grim's proud and arrogant glory. Coupled with the fact that the central witch was significantly inferior to the male witch, her identity and status was always looked down upon.

But today, Mary's appearance, that powerful overpowering presence, that powerful spiritual pressure, that force field resonance that could almost control the heartbeat and spirit of the witches present, had left a terrifying impression on their hearts that could never be erased!

"Welcome...welcome everyone!"

The smile on Mary's face grew even wider, but she was clearly not directing these words at the crowd.

Just as everyone was secretly confused, a light lit up in the distant darkness, and an imposing figure accompanied by a thick, deep voice appeared in the scene.

"Congratulations, Mary Witch! Congratulations Lord Grim!"

Out of the darkness was a low and stout middle-aged strong man, bearded and balding, with three half-black and half-white locks of hair on the back of his head. He did not have a witching robe, but instead wore a simple and old gray leather armor, with not a single piece of witching equipment visible on his entire body.

As soon as this man appeared, a few shouts of alarm rang out from within the arena.

"Lord Declan..."

"It's Declan of the Fabres..."

The crowd looked tight and hurriedly lowered their gaze, bowing in unison.

This was their instinctive respect and fear for the 4th ranked sorcerers. In front of a 4th rank wizard, they, a group of low and middle rank wizards, could hardly even breathe peacefully.

"When I heard that you defeated Fried, I came all the way here to take a look... "Declan looked up and carefully examined Mary, whose force field around her body almost blended with the castle behind her, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock on her face as well, sighing lightly. "It seems that you have indeed gained a lot from this battle...congratulations, Mary-sama!"

The wizard world had always divided status by strength, and at the moment Mary had the energy of the entire castle and had already leaped above herself in strength. Therefore Declan was also a bachelor, and immediately took a clear position, even the way he addressed Mary had subtly changed.

Mary immediately smiled and stretched out her hand, and a black and red carpet emerged out of nowhere, extending from under Declan's feet to the entrance of the ancient castle hall.

This kind of terrifying method of instant energy materialization also made the sorcerers present slurp in admiration.

Declan silently sighed, stepped onto the soft and tidy carpet, and slowly arrived in front of the two men.

Even though both sides had become 'allies', easily Declan was unwilling to approach within 10 meters of the two. Even for them, 4th rank wizards, ten meters was too close and would make many of them look nervous.

And somehow, the closer they got to that Mary, the more severely Declan's spiritual perception was suppressed. By the time he reached ten meters away from the two of them, Declan was no longer willing to take half a step forward.

There was no way around it, he had a feeling that one more step forward might trigger some unpredictable and terrifying counterattack!

As the three exchanged 'cordial' pleasantries, Mary's face turned and her gaze was once again cast into the distant darkness.

"We have visitors again!"

Both Grim and Declan couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly.

It couldn't be helped, as long as they were within the perimeter of the Nightmare Castle, their mental perceptions would be affected and disturbed by the powerful force field fluctuations, far less clear-sighted than Mary's.

"Oh, I'm not late this time, am I? I can't believe you ran ahead of me, Declan..." as a hoarse female voice was heard, the Clara Witch, who hadn't been seen in days, slowly stepped out of the darkness and straightened up in front of everyone.

"You are beautiful!" The Clara Witch scrutinized Mary with a look of envy and nostalgia, and said listlessly, "I miss the time when I just advanced to the 4th rank... I'm afraid that was the most memorable and memorable period of my life!"

Mary was obviously also an extremely easy person to get along with, and since the other party was soft-spoken and acted like they were lowering their stance, she naturally wouldn't be overbearing and turn people away.

Invariably, the force field fluctuations that were suppressing the two 4th stage witches were reduced by nearly half.

And Mary even pulled the Clara Witch directly to her side and talked to her lightly.

This was undoubtedly an attitude as well!

A profound indication that the Clara witch was far more important to her than Declan.

And this undoubtedly gave a secret sigh of relief to the grudging Clara.

"Since you're all here, how could you leave me out!"

A few flashes of red light in the distant darkness, and a tall figure appeared in front of the crowd.

"So it's Lord Alfred City, welcome, welcome..." the Grim looked relieved, a gentle smile swinging on his face.

Due to the need for benefits, the Molten Fire City forces and the Crimson Family had gotten along extremely well over the past two hundred years. Along with this, the personal friendship between this Molten Fire City Lord and Grim was also warming up day by day.

However, in the face of the powerful temptation of profit and greed, that personal friendship was only a pretext to maintain a superficial rapprochement!

The truth notwithstanding, Grim was still not at all pleased that Alfred could come. After all, his appearance would mean another heavy weight on Crimson's side.

Five 4th rank sorcerers was a fearsome group that could not be underestimated anywhere. Especially in the middle of the unpopular continent, the aggregated Grim and the others even overshadowed all opposition forces in terms of their voices.

Those opponents, if they were truly brave and courageous enough, then the Crimson Fleet shouldn't have been the only lone Freed to show up at Fort Kirthlin when they attacked the Entom family.

Calculating, weighing, watching, hesitating, cowering....

Scattered Tallinn was really a scattered mess, as the three major wizard organizations had commented. Even though Grim had pushed them to such a point, they were still hesitantly watching and thinking, so much so that they were sitting in vain as the Crimson Family forcefully annexed Keslin Castle.

The moment the Crimson Fleet departed, Grim had actually prepared himself for a surprise attack on his lair and an invasion of the Alois region. He had only brought out seven floating giant ships, and still had three floating giant ships left behind to guard the family headquarters against a foreign invasion.

In any case, no matter what the cost, Freed, the leader of the challenge to the Crimson Family, must be taken out. Even if the Alois region was reduced to ruins, he would not hesitate to do so.

As long as the Crimson Family really cared about those few regions, the other territories lost would be lost. The moment the Crimson Fleet returned in triumph, all the territories that had been swallowed by the enemy would have to be returned in small portions.

And that time would also be the moment when the Crimson Family would slowly settle the general score with them!

However, to Grim's slight surprise, the Milva who was purposely left behind by the Crimson Fleet hadn't moved at all. He didn't take the opportunity to attack Crimson's lair, nor did he come to support Fried, as if this war had nothing to do with him at all.......

That was the most amazing thing about Grim!

But then revisiting this former Vice President of Mirwa's profile, Grim was able to understand roughly his 'motives' for doing so.

Milva's lifespan was running out!

If Fried had less than two hundred years of life left, then Milva's life span was already less than a hundred years.

A hundred year lifespan... it sounded like a long time, but on a high ranked wizard, it was only one or two large scale witchcraft experiments. And once this Vice President of Milva passed away, that Annemdor Academy he was presiding over could become a target.

At least, Grim had never heard that the Academy of Annemdor had a too-good-to-be-true successor. That psychic sorcerer Dante from before seemed to have suffered a severe blow during the Top 4 battle and hadn't been heard from since then, and there was no telling if Milva would train him out before he died.

If that Dante couldn't successfully grow into a 4th rank sorcerer, I'm afraid that Annemdor Academy was going to withdraw from the group of 4th rank forces in a short period of time.

This was actually a norm in the Scattered Tallinn!

Although the central part of the continent was rich in resources, densely populated and vast in territory, it practiced a wizard order that was dominated by family and bloodline. Too many resources were tilted towards those witches who were not outstandingly gifted, but were the original branch of the family.

As for those witches who had the title of genius and had shown proud talent since childhood, if they didn't have any background and didn't choose to join any witch family, the process of gathering knowledge and resources was extremely difficult and heartbreaking.

In the midst of large and small sorcerer families, they could only travel around to search for resources and gather knowledge. Even so, they had to be bullied and exploited by various Sorcerer Families from time to time.

Therefore, if a Sorcerer genius wanted to grow up in the middle of the country, he or she needed a good origin in addition to personal talent. Otherwise.....