Age of Adepts

"The demon tide is coming!"

Grim said indifferently, and all the people in attendance were dumbfounded.

There wasn't a single good guy who could settle down in this extremely spacious sorcery hall. Fifteen 4th rank wizards sat around the long obsidian conference table, covering almost every large power in the middle of the continent.

And behind each of them were two or three of the family's juniors or henchmen piled up behind them.

Grim, Crimson Family.

Mary, the Crimson Family.

Monash Gaia The Golden One.

Clara, the Darnell family.

Alfred, the City of Fire.

Declan, the Fabres.

Mirwa Annemado College

Nicholas, the Entom family.

Matthew Baines.

Andrews, the Aldens.

Ashton Smiley family.

Alyssa. The Manso family.

Adria, the Clare family.

Mila. The Kunis.

Roderick Hill family.

On the huge golden stone square in front of the Sorcery Hall, the 4th level Thunder Lord Ames was lazily lying there, his azure dragon scales shining in the warm sunlight.

With it there, it would be impossible for any outsiders to be able to break into the venue to peek inside the secrets.

And in the sky above the city, two silver-white floating giant ships were quietly suspended there, surrounded by dense black dots. Farther up in the sky, three towering towers of witches towered majestically and divinely, with a dazzling radiant light spilling around them.

As the first high-level meeting held in the central part of the country, the entire Crimson Wing was already on high alert. However, considering that all the 4th rank witches in Central had gathered here, the one who dared to come looking for trouble at this moment might not have been born yet!

In this hall, only 4th rank wizards are qualified to sit down, while their respective relatives or men can only stand behind them and listen. Without the permission of a 4th rank wizard, these 'idle people' were not qualified to speak, let alone make certain decisions.

Sorcerers did not have the same tedious etiquette and rules as human nobles, so as soon as the meeting began, Grim singled out the main theme of today's meeting.

Many of the attendants or 3rd rank witches present might not understand much about what the term Magic Tide represented, but all the 4th rank witches knew exactly what it meant.

According to the records, the Multiverse erupted every ten thousand years, and from the depths of the magical ocean, an extremely powerful tidal wave of magic power would emerge, and the impact would reach all the material planes, elemental and abyssal realms.

And the appearance of the magic tide had both good and bad things for the planetary civilization.

The good thing was that with the surge of the Magic Tide, all power systems based on magical energy would increase in power. The bad side was that the magic tide washed over the material plane, making the spatial barriers of most of the planetary worlds less secure.

In particular, when the magical tides appeared, the star beasts that roamed the depths of the Endless Star Sea all year round would also come out of their nests and voluntarily run to the various material planes to devour flesh and blood and souls.

Moreover, under the influence of the magic tides, the demons within the Wizard World would also become extremely active. It was highly likely that they would not be able to resist their tyrannical and murderous nature and would break out of the Black Forest and attack human cities and settlements.

Therefore, under the attack of internal and external calamities, everyone in power had to be careful to deal with any possible dangers that might arise!

The participants exchanged glances with each other and were privately communicating in silence.

Finally, Bloodline Wizard Andrews, wearing a white leather armor, couldn't help but speak up.

"Has the news been confirmed?"

Looking at his expression, it seemed like he didn't know anything about the Magic Tide yet.

Although all of the people here were 4th rank sorcerers, their individual abilities and sorcerer talents were each different, and their areas of expertise were also different. Therefore, Andrews, who lacked a strong enough seer in the family, clearly hadn't grasped the current situation.

"It's been confirmed, a thousand times true!" Grim chimed in.

Andrews sucked in a breath of cold air once again.

The 10,000 year interval was too long, long enough to make most of the creatures on the surface forget about the terrifying magic tide. Even for 4th rank witches, their basic lifespan was only about a thousand years, and as long as their luck wasn't too bad, it was unlikely that they would encounter the legendary fearsome demonic tide if they lived out their lives intact.

And these sorcerers here today were clearly not very lucky!

"How much time do we have?" This time it was Declan who asked the question.

"About ten years!" Grim sighed lightly, "The first wave of magic tides will reach the Wizarding World in ten years, and then..."

Although Grim's words were not finished, the unfinished meaning in them was also felt by the crowd.

They, the people, were already standing at the top of the world, and even the most powerful tides of magic could not threaten their lives. But just because they weren't afraid didn't mean that their men weren't afraid; just because their men weren't afraid didn't mean that the affiliated territories and secondary planes weren't afraid.

Once the magical tide swept through and the barrier was riddled with holes, any kind of star beast or strange creature could burrow into the interior of the surface and feast on it. Before they can be expelled, the entire territory will be destroyed, and even a few sub-dimensions will be out of control.

Therefore, in addition to keeping the Wizarding World's territories safe, each Wizard family also needs to stabilize the ruling order of those secondary planes. With such calculations, the military strength of several each witch family was stretched to the limit, and the dilemma was extreme.

"Ten years..."

"Yeah, how come it's so short, only ten years of preparation..."

Most of the wizards had a look of anxiety and worry on their faces.

I'm afraid that after this tidal wave of magical power surges through, everyone here's wallets will shrink considerably!

Of course, not all sorcerers were so cautious, like the Molten Fire City Lord, Alfred, who was blithely unconcerned.

The Molten Fire City he ruled over was located in the middle of the continent, with no borders with the Black Forest and no large spatial fissures nearby. Therefore, he was much more relaxed, and instead had time to care about other matters.

"Lord Grim, since you have summoned us here, could it be that you already have some arrangements in place?"

Grim said calmly, "The middle of the continent in the past was a scattered mess, and no matter what it did, it couldn't unite and coalesce into a single force. That's why I think it's necessary to unify everyone's idle forces for a proper coordinated defense. I wonder what you all think?"

It was said to solicit everyone's opinion, but Grim and Mary, the two crimson giants, towered over one end of the conference table, their obscure and violent powers coalescing together, causing every participant to feel a mountain of heavy pressure.

All the participating witches looked at each other, and in the end, they couldn't help but fall on the first one on the left hand side of the conference table, Monash Gaia, the head of the Golden One Clan.

Even Grim and Mary slowly fixed their gaze on Gaia's body under the pull of the airplane.

Being gazed upon by so many eyes with 'power', sparing Monash Gaia's incredible strength, they also became a little flustered.

Grim was holding the Crimson Meeting for the first time, and if he appeared too tough, he would undoubtedly bring unforeseen calamities to the Golden Clan. But as the only 4th rank wizard in the middle who could hold Grim back a little, he obviously couldn't retreat behind everyone.

Therefore, Monash Gaia frowned slightly and said in a quiet voice, "That doesn't seem right! Our Golden Clan bloodline is thin, and the number of Awakened members is sparse. If we were to siphon away some more, not to mention those few subalterns, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to guard our family territory properly!"

Facing this 'thorn in the side' that had suddenly appeared, Mary's eyebrows hardened and the smile on her face faded away. In the past, she may not have dared to provoke this fearsome Golden Titan, but now with the support of the Nightmare Castle, she was not afraid of him.

Although she was consumptive and wounded, and the Nightmare Castle was in pieces, the opponent was obviously not at its peak. If it came to a fight, who would win or lose was yet to be seen!

But the good news was that although Mary was on fire, she knew that today's matter was too important to be messed up easily. Therefore, she forcefully suppressed her anger, scarlet blood pupils coldly sweeping the venue, all the 4th rank witches who clashed with her gaze couldn't help but feel slighted and voluntarily averted their eyes.

It was said that Lord Mary had been severely injured in the rule battle that had broken out some time ago, but looking at the current majesty, it didn't seem to have been affected much. This also made the few guys whose hearts were secretly fluttering furrow their brows, reconsidering their plans and schemes.

"You all seem to be overthinking things a bit!" Grim had already predicted their reactions, and once again smiled lightly, "The collaborative defense I'm talking about is not pulling power from your families to replenish Crimson, but rather, according to the region and the degree of influence by the magic tide, the families that have spare power will pull some of their strength to support the replenishment of the severely affected witchcraft families."

At this point, Grim lifted his hand, magic power surged within the Witchcraft Hall, and a three-dimensional topographical map of the central part of the continent was projected on the table.

"Everyone, please look, there are a total of 31 regions in the middle of the continent, including a total of 7 regions spread out on the periphery, directly bordering the Black Forest. The area of Elovis occupied by our Crimson Family is naturally guarded by ourselves and does not require your support."

"And the other few involve the Kunis family of Mira, the Monso family of Arisa, and the Shire family of Roderick... There are also three territories that belong to the joint co-management of several medium sorcerer families..."

"I think that these three families will definitely be short of troops as they have to stabilize the secondary plane, as well as guard against the invasion of the different planes and the Black Forest Demon Riot. Therefore, I, Crimson Family, am willing to provide a number 2000 magic weapon battle group for their coordinated defense against the demonic tide."

"As for your families not being threatened by the Black Forest for the time being, a proper extraction of a portion of your family's battle strength is not excessive! I can assure you that these siphons will never be used on the Crimson Battlefield, and will only be put into the needy wizard families..."

After hearing all this, the hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone's faces became colorful and thoughtful!