Age of Adepts

The Devil Tide struck not just a single plane, but all the planes of existence.

The spatial barriers that used to protect the surface worlds would become riddled with holes, and a terrifying creature from a different plane could slip through any gap in space.

There would be no place on the entire surface world that could truly be called safe!

This kind of demonic tide wasn't a bad thing for the middle and high level sorcerers, giving them the opportunity to obtain some rare exotic resources. However, for the large number of mortals and low-ranked witches, there was no guarantee of safety, and they would often suffer heavy casualties due to the ravages of a demon.

Moreover, it wasn't just the main plane that was attacked, even the secondary planes affiliated with the Sorcerer World were also attacked.

Ordinary Sorcerer Families had to divide their forces to inspect the entire territory, as well as dynamically monitor the surrounding space-time weak points, while maintaining the ruling order of the secondary planes. Most witch families were often stretched to the limit by this time, and witch power was simply not enough.

Therefore, after a magic tide, most of the secondary planes controlled by the Sorcerer Families would have problems to a greater or lesser extent, thus affecting the families' overall income from the planes.

There was information about the magic tide, and that was all Grim knew. But then after a long conversation with Alice, Grim was able to gain a profound understanding of the dreadfulness of the Magic Tide.

If Grim was only the head of a small family, the only thing he needed to worry about at the moment was whether the family members would be lost in this magic tide, and whether the lords of the territory would lose too much due to the outbreak of the herd....

But he was now not only the Crimson Family patriarch, he was also the top ranked 4th ranked sorcerer in the entire central part of the continent. In such a situation, I'm afraid that the safety of the entire central part of the country would inevitably fall on his shoulders.

It was both a responsibility and a burden!

Ten years was neither too long nor too short, once the magical tides erupted and the spatial fissures all opened, any unprepared wizard family would face the invasion of a massive amount of demons and powerful star beasts. This would undoubtedly be a huge test for the Crimson Family whose family business was just starting and had yet to get on the right track.

At that time, if the damage that occurred in the middle was too tragic, I'm afraid that the Crimson Family as well as Grim would lose their best chance to rule the middle!

By now, even Grim was a bit confused as to whether it was his own bad luck that he had encountered the demonic tide erupting at a critical moment in the family's rise; or whether the Crimson Family's rise in the middle of the country at this time was itself the result of the bit consciousness fueling it....

Thinking seriously, it was still more likely that the latter was the case.

After all, the Crimson Family was only a regional sorcerer family before, which suddenly exploded in strength and then swept through the middle of the continent with a violent momentum. This process was originally created by a series of coincidental events and coincidences, forcing it step by step to its current position.

Before getting the news of the magic tide, Grim would only see it as his own biding his time and biding his time to create the current situation. But after getting the news of the Magic Tide from Alice, a lot of thoughts changed dramatically.

Perhaps this is because the bit consciousness intentionally wants to put itself on the throne of the central hero, so that it can unify the power of the central region to overcome this terrible obstacle.

If you perform well, I'm sure the Bit Consciousness will never be stingy in 'rewarding' the Crimson Family for hundreds or even thousands of years of powerful dominance. If you do not perform well, a new 'savior' will be born to save the lives of thousands of people.

It was because Grim's own strength was growing stronger and stronger, and also indirectly slowly comprehended the existence of the position consciousness and the part of the world's rules hidden behind it. That was why there was this hidden strange feeling of 'Heaven and Earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces'!

Only now he is no longer an insignificant pawn, but a rook that can rampage and even disrupt a certain chess game. Thus, even if the bit consciousness wanted to do certain things and achieve certain goals, it could only carry them out with the help of his hand because of the situation.

And in the process, it was a good opportunity for Grim to secretly peek into the rules of how the world worked!

Since he knew this information, Grim would naturally not sit back and let the opportunity slip away from him. After a brief moment of thought, he quickly gave a series of orders.

By now, it was assumed that the Sorcerer's Association, the Silver Alliance, and the Witch of the Northlands should have received similar messages as well. At this point, no one would be interested in continuing the war, and all could only take care of their own acres of land first.

Thus, a looming great calamity for the Crimson Family had surprisingly faded away silently due to another great natural disaster!

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Alois Region, Crimson Wing.

This was the territory of the Crimson Family, and the future core of the middle of the continent.

After nearly two hundred years of diligent management by the Crimson Family, this vast and fertile land had begun to become densely populated with people and farmland everywhere.

A series of human villages, towns and cities rose from the ground, dotted with yellow and green dotted on the earth, occasionally paired with dense jungle and large chunks of grassland wilderness, outlining the unique prosperous bustling scene in the middle of the continent.

Since the Crimson Wings was recognized as the headquarters of the Crimson Family, the three large magenta-shaped towers had become the most eye-catching symbol of the area.

Each tower was 100 kilometers away from each other, and the triangle in between their protection became the most bustling and prosperous area of the Crimson Family.

It was early in the morning.

Above the beautiful pale blue sky, a silvery-white floating airship was rapidly moving between a few wisps of white clouds, heading towards the Crimson Wings.

On the floating airship, a tall and strong man with a calm and resolute face, wearing a golden cloth robe, stood silently at the bow of the boat, calmly examining the beautiful scenery flashing by below him.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps sounded behind him.

A young man in golden armor with a handsome eyebrow arrived behind him and whispered, "My lord, we're almost at the Crimson Wings!"

"Well!" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Been in touch with all of them? What exactly is the Crimson Family's intention in bringing us all here this time?"

"Inquiries have been made, and both the Molten Fire City and Dennel's side have arrived. The number of 4th level witches arriving at the Crimson Wings has reached as many as seven. However..."

"But what?"

"They're all very tight lipped over there, nothing has been asked. Only one message came back from Melting Fire City, only the word 'Demon Tide' and nothing else..."

"Magic Tide?!"

Seemingly hearing a word that possessed great forbidden and magical power, this Gold First Clan's patriarch, Monash Gaia, couldn't help but tremble slightly, his face somewhat gloomy.

"Are you sure that the feedback from Molten Fire City is the 'magic tide'?"

"Yes, a thousand times true!"

Monash Gaia looked glum and reached out to wave back his clan, unable to help but begin to bow his head and chant.

The floating craft moved quickly through the sky, flying through a forest that stretched for hundreds of miles and crossing a river before entering the destination of the trip, the Crimson Wings.

On the distant horizon ahead, three towering Witch Towers were standing silently in the distance.

Each Witch Tower was surrounded by large tracts of farmland, as well as dense human cities. On the roads where the ground seemed like a checkerboard grid, a long line of ant-like traffic could be seen moving slowly.

Perhaps it was the sight of a floating ship in the sky, some small black dot-like crowd waving their arms and hats in pursuit of the craft.

And in the center, surrounded by three witch towers, a giant human city slowly emerged and became clearer and more intuitive.

And here, the sky became filled with flying objects!

A human-sized eyeball fighter whizzed through the sky, sensing the sorcerous scent of the floating airship, and did not move forward to intercept it, but instead accompanied it to the left and right in a graceful arc, flying along the edge of the megalopolis towards a mooring point in the valley.

This place was worthy of the Crimson Wings, and there were as many as two floating giant ships over the megalopolis alone. They were suspended at the edge of the city's silhouette, becoming a huge air platform floating a thousand meters above the sky.

From afar, dense black dots and differently shaped flying objects could be seen moving in and out of its perimeter.

The floating airship slowly landed at berth 3.

Monash Gaia had just walked down the gangway with five clansmen when he met the slim and tall figure of the Melting Fire City Lord, Alfred.

The two famous 4th rank wizards of the central region smiled together.

"You're here earlier than me! How about it, did you find out anything?" As soon as we met Monash Gaia was eager to ask questions.

"Come back to the city with me first, find a place to stay and we'll talk more about it!" As soon as Alfred, the Lord of Molten Fire, waved his hand, a long-awaited black carriage drove up to their side.

The two 4th rank wizards rode in the same carriage, while the rest of their clan followers boarded other carriages.

Soon, amidst the shimmering sound, several carriages drove out of the mooring area and quickly headed towards the Crimson Wing, a giant city not far away.

With a wave of Alfred, the Lord of the Molten Fire City, a layer of blue magic particles enveloped the entire carriage, and only then did the two sides come together to whisper.

"What the hell is going on with that magic tide? Why have you called us together to deliberate? Is... is a new round of demonic tide really coming?" Monash Gaia asked anxiously.

The two were both rank 4 Sorcerers who already had a profound understanding of the nature of the world's operation and the many hidden secrets behind it, so they were not unfamiliar with the term Magic Tide.

"From the information I've received so far, I can conclude that the magic tide is about to erupt! That Grim has gathered everyone here to discuss how we in the middle can deal with this demon tide..."

"How else can you cope? Of course each is in charge of their own... Could it be that he's planning to have each family draw strength for his deployment?" Monash Gaia's face was gloomy at this point, "Our family can't spare any helpers. If he really wants to do this, even if it means another fight, I won't agree to it!"

Alfred finally shook his head and lost his laugh.