Age of Adepts

In a puff of thick black smoke, Grim coughed all the way out.

On his side, the raging insect tide was circling and surging like a wave, and the surrounding area was looming to be able to see the silhouettes of high-ranking insect generals.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding... "Grim hurriedly explained, "It was just a small accident when I was experimenting with sorcery, there was no external invasion. Alright, you can all withdraw!"

Naturally, most of the Crimson Wizards present didn't believe Grim's explanation.

However, when the Lord of the House gave an order, they naturally obeyed it.

The magical energy from the magic cannon on the floating giant ship began to slowly fade away, and the Crimson Shamans who were riding on the flying magic creatures flying beside them returned to their station in an orderly manner.

Huge as a small mountain, body lingering dazzling electric mane Ames landed on the side of Grim, and its exchange of information, to make sure that there is no problem before converging the thunder, put away the dragon, thudding lying on the ground in the golden square began to close his eyes and rest.

The black tide of insects circling the periphery of Grim also gathered together like a whirlwind, reincarnating into the black robed body of the insect witch Billis, without a trace of leakage.

Hurriedly arriving, but only able to beam and pestle Clara and the others at a distance, this flew slowly in front of Grim.

"Lord Grim, there's nothing we need to do, right?" Clara stepped forward voluntarily and sized up Grim curiously.

The ones present were all the top sorcerers of this dimension, and although their strength was uneven, their horizons were first-rate.

They could see that there were still scorch marks on Grim's body surface from the lightning burns, but from the intensity analysis, it should only be a joke nature of the fight. Because apart from making a mess, such an attack could hardly damage Grim at all.

If someone really wanted to attack and kill Grim, they wouldn't have used such a head but tail attack.

But even so, the color of the blood on Milva's face had faded, and the hands hidden in his witch's robe were trembling inexplicably.

No wonder he was so frightened, that moment just now, once *** was ignited, I'm afraid that in a few flexes his Annemdor Academy would become a historical term. The deterrent power of the attack displayed by the opposing fleet in an instant, even with his 4th rank wizard's eyes, he would be chilled to the bone.

"Lord Grim... "Milva trembled and walked over.

For the 'weakness' shown by Milva, although there were many 4th rank wizards present, none of them would belittle him from this. Without it, this was almost the place where all of Milva's trusted clansmen gathered. If a war broke out, his family would also vanish in smoke.

Not to mention Milva, if it were any of the 4th rank Sorcerers present, they would not be able to bear the heavy blow of having their entire family wiped out in an instant. Most of them were hopelessly unlikely to advance in rank, and their families and clansmen were all they had left!

Grim rolled through the flames around his body and was instantly wrapped in a large red witch robe. He swept a slightly apologetic glance at the frightened Milva, looked around at the crowd that was slowly gathering, and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing... just now it was just a small experiment backfired, luckily it didn't cause any adverse effects. It's late at night, let's all go back to rest! We'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything..."

Since Grim had already said so, the people had no choice but to disperse.

Just how many people were still able to rest normally in peace after such a sudden accident was unknown.

The Annemdor Academy under the night was actually a microcosm of the scattered Tallinn at the moment.

The entire middle of the continent was actually shaken by Grim's pseudo-super-strong level of strength, and was clearly displeased, yet unwilling to lose their precious lives to clash head-on with Grim.

Thus, a scattered Tallinn with families everywhere and a forest of witch towers had endured and succumbed to Grim's 'obscene power'!

Due to the lack of time to mingle, such an alliance obviously doesn't have much centripetal force. The members of the alliance were also mostly double-minded and would not submit to Grim in a solid way.

Under such circumstances, Grim must keep himself strong!

Only if he continues to be strong can he deter this group of mind-numbing opportunists from following the direction the Crimson Family is guiding them to push for change in the middle.

Therefore, no matter what, Grim must not fall, let alone fail!

Once he showed his weak appearance, the group of vicious wolves in front of him could turn on him at any moment.

But the good thing was that Grim's current power was already above the central masses of witches, and the enemies that could truly threaten him were not inside, but outside....

Grim returned to his dwelling with the blessing of the worm wizard Billis.

Before leaving, Grim stood his ground and gazed far into the eastern sky.

There, close to the horizon, a purple star shimmered and glowed, looking extraordinarily striking.

Grim took a deep breath, suppressing the somewhat disturbed thoughts in his heart.

Just at that moment, an inexplicable eerie coldness overflowed from the depths of the void and swept up his body. He was able to perceive that it was a hint of an alert transmitted by the bits of consciousness through the Flame Laws he controlled.

Danger was coming from the East!

That's Coven territory!

Could it be that after beating off Severus, they're still not happy and are ready to send a new strong man to trouble them?

Grim was not a prophet after all, and although he was aware of the unknown dangers, it was difficult to obtain more detailed information through the ethereal power of the law. Usually when he encountered something similar, he would try to contact Alice and listen to her advice carefully.

But tonight he had just 'offended' the other party, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to get another word from her in a short period of time.

So Grim could only secretly shake his head, trying his best to guard against a possible attack with his own abilities.

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

And at the moment that Grim was vaguely raising the alarm, the Gloria Witch had just returned to the Coven through the portal.

Looking at the tower, the seven hundred and twenty first floor.

A light blue teleportation portal densely vibrated within the stone room, from which a beautiful band of light that resembled a dazzling aurora borealis spilled out. The ribbon of light was floating around inside the stone room, and every time its edge touched the surrounding stone wall, a rock-solid layer of space-time barrier would float above it.

As soon as the ribbon of light touched the space-time barrier, it would slowly shrink back and continue to float around the stone room as if nothing had happened.

The few rank 4 witches who were standing outdoors stared at these ribbons of light, but their eyes had a wary and fearful look in them.

This was because they were the legendary time floods that often appeared at the junction of two different attributes of the bit space.

Don't look at these ribbons of light so miserable and splendid, but they were an uncompromisingly dangerous thing.

The Time Flood was born and annihilated in an instant of ten thousand years, and the speed of time flowing within it was never the same as the outside world.

Once a life form was caught up in the Time Flood, it would be affected by the distinctive speed of time inside. Or time may be at a standstill, trapped inside forever; or time may be turned backwards, and one's self may have returned to a certain moment in the past without a sound; or one's short life may be consumed in an instant, and one's own short life may be turned into a pile of dead bones....

It was precisely because of the chaotic and unpredictable nature of the Time Flood that it had also become a forbidden place that the creatures of the bit plane did not dare to touch.

Even a 4th rank Sorcerer who plunged into the Time Flood unprepared had a good chance of perishing in it.

Therefore, looking at the time flood that was haunting the teleportation room around the ultra long-range teleportation portal, even the few association executives present were a little frightened, fearing that something might go wrong with the space-time barrier in front of them.

A hurricane of energy suddenly blew inside the transmission room, and the light blue ultra-teleportation portal began to tremble violently. If it wasn't for the protection of the surrounding witch array, I'm afraid that this teleportation room, and even the entire Overlook Tower, would have to endure the baptism of the energy storm.

Finally, when the portal trembled to a certain extreme, the violet light above the film of light was glowing, and a human figure, not too tall or too short, penetrated straight through and appeared in the teleportation room.

This layer of violet light seemed to be the manifestation of some strange law, not only blocking the rushing tides of energy, but also blocking the invasion of the beautiful light band of the time flood.

A moment later, the humanoid figure stabilized itself and took a giant step out of the teleportation chamber, which was the only way for it to completely appear in front of everyone.

"Gloria, you've finally returned!" The one standing at the front to welcome him was naturally the Domnall who presided over the overall affairs of the association.

"Welcome back, Sister Gloria!" There was another petite and exquisite girl who threw herself into the arms of the violet light humanoid, speaking easily, as if she had an extraordinary relationship with it.

The other three Association 4-steps that were gathered around the side also nodded in greeting.

"Welcome, Gloria-sama!"

"Welcome..."

As the crowd gathered around, Mastan's unpleasant duck-like voice was suddenly heard in the far tunnel.

"Gloria's back... Gloria's back... my little baby, come into my arms and let me see if your skin has been roughened by the extraterritorial storm..."

Hearing this near death-seeking nonsense, the faces of the several people present all turned ugly.

Gloria, who had just dispelled the lingering space-time turbulence around her body and scattered her protective purple light, became even more distorted and hideous.

In the next second, she had shrugged off her sister who had jumped into her arms, and smashed a punch head-on on Mastan's big ugly face, blasting it into the stone wall on one side, and then added a fierce kick.

Thwack....

The entire Overlook Tower trembled slightly .

And the eyes of the crowd could not help but jump....

As expected, Mastan was still as clueless as ever, and Gloria-sama was also as usual doing it without a light touch.

I'm afraid that there will be 'excitement' within the association for a while once this Fury God returns!