Age of Adepts

A 4th level beginner Corpse Hound, with its undead body and fear aura, was a fearsome vicious creature that would kill and bleed for miles when placed on any plane.

But against this elite squad sent by the Sorcerer's Association, it disintegrated and crumbled into a blood stain in just three shots. The pile of decaying corpses that resembled a small mountain also quickly crumbled and decayed, turning into a puddle of fetid and pungent black water that merged into the black earth a little bit.

But it also left behind a withered heart and a grievance crystal.

They were both 4th-rank materials, worth a lot of money.

As he watched a few of his men carefully put away the battle harvest, Horner's face, which was covered in a short thick black hard beard, could not see much joy.

He was gazing at the mist below with a solemn face, his look cold and determined.

"It looks like a big guy ran out from below, otherwise a vicious creature like the Corpse Hound wouldn't have rushed out so recklessly..."

Schreiber, who was standing on his side, waved back his flame shield, also gazing cautiously as he perceived the movement in the valley.

"It's the sulfur flame breath... In my opinion, I'm afraid it's some demon from the Abyssal Realm that has run in! What the heck, just clean up everything you encounter. I'm in need of some demon blood to experiment with!"

"If it's just one or two, we won't be afraid with our power, but if there are too many..." at this point, even Horner, who has always been brutally impulsive, hesitated a bit, "These devil cubs have hard brains, hacking up It's a lot of work!"

"If there are too many of them we'll retreat back and let them run into each other in front of the War Witch Tower before coming out to harvest. Is it any wonder you want to die in battle in the stinking valley of Moab?" Schreiber didn't have a good word to say in return.

Horner laughed in the sun and started off once more into the mist.

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In the middle of the continent, the Great Spatial Rift.

Compared to the Murky Valley, the Great Spatial Rift was ten times smaller, so the foreign demons and monsters that poured in here were not comparable in strength or quantity.

But accordingly, the overall strength of Andrews's Alden family could not be compared to the behemoth-like Sorcerer's Association. Therefore it had only been a month or so, and the heavy pressure he had been under had already left him exhausted and in pain.

However, as the head of the Alden family, he couldn't give up, this was his family territory after all, and behind him were his trusted clansmen who had followed him for hundreds of years. On top of this territory, there were nearly six million lords and countless manors, castles, and villages belonging to the Alden family living here.

As long as one or two demons escaped from this place, the surrounding villages, towns and lords would face extinction.

Although he had tried his best to arrange for the evacuation of his territory before the outbreak of the magic tide, relocating most of his citizens to the area protected by the Sorcerer's Tower. However, the resulting chaos caused him a huge headache.

According to the experience of the past, the magic tide didn't pass in just a day or two. From the initial outbreak to the middle stage, the tide was stable, and then to the later stage, it slowly receded, the whole process took up to a hundred years.

A hundred years... This might only be a small part of life for the high level sorcerers, but for those mortals who had no one to rely on, it was a long lifetime.

Relying on the family's past savings and reserves, they might be able to gather their lords together for protection for a while. But once it was too long, even the Alden family's reserves would not be able to support it.

Therefore, he now only sought to safely survive the first ten years of the most ferocious demonic tide, and when the situation was a little more stable, he would try his best to return the territory and the lords to their previous normal state.

But in this plan, the Great Spatial Rift was always a huge destabilizing factor!

Once one day an overly powerful star beast intruded into the territory, and the family was unable to stop the other from setting up here. Then what would happen next would be exceptionally terrifying even with your toes.

To be honest, the Alden Family was able to still solidly defend the Great Spatial Rift during the first month of the Demon Tide outbreak, and apart from their own family's strength, they mainly relied on the five hundred number of Demon Armament Warriors deployed by the Crimson Family, as well as the sitting Mary and Monash Gaia....

A normal sorcerer family's core strength was the family sorcerers that were cultivated internally. Although their number was small, they were the core part of a family, and the foundation for the family to grow and develop.

In order to make up for the lack of basic combat power, most wizard families would also cultivate some exotic beast legions or wizard troops to charge into battle. They were essentially just a group of sorcerer apprentices with battle power equal to that of a sorcerer, and were considered to be a 'waste' of those apprentices who had no hope of advancing.

But because of the impact of the demonic tide, those exotic beast legions had to return to their respective planes, where they guarded the ruling order of the secondary planes for the Alden family. Therefore, the only ones left for Andrews to use to defend the Great Rift in Space were the Witch Beast Troops and a small number of Sorcerer Troops.

Such troops might not be too much of a problem to deal with ordinary wizarding wars, but they would be too weak to defend against the star beasts or demons that could cross the endless void and enter the wizarding world.

So far, only 2 star beasts had broken in through the Great Space Rift.

That 4th rank fish-like starbeast was wounded by Mary and then died at the hands of the Ardennes' pterodactyl warriors. The other Tier 3 Star Beast was killed by Andrews himself, who gleefully decapitated it under the Sorcerer's Gauntlet.

In addition to that, the number of demons and monsters that poured in was up to over a hundred. Among them, the lowest level was a 2nd stage high level ferocious beast, which in the mortal world, would be an easy one to slaughter.

But here, it was just the most insignificant pawn on the bitter battlefield!

However, from the 37th day of the outbreak of the demonic tide, the turmoil in the Great Rift in Space had intensified, and the off-world creatures that rushed out of it tended to be more Abyssal Demons.

From the smallest ones with only 1st or 2nd rank strength, the Red Inferno Demon, Longhorn Demon, Hellhound, Quasar Demon, Frolic Demon, and Succubus Demon, to the largest ones with high rank strength, the Kraken Spider, Berserker Demon, Bewitched Demon, Six-Armed Serpent Demon, and Barlow Demon....

Andrews very much doubted that it was a certain Abyssal Lord who wanted to invade the Wizard World and open a bit channel from the Abyssal Plane straight through the Great Rift in Space during the Demon Tide, which sent so many ugly and annoying Abyssal Demons to his territory.

It was well known that Abyssal Demons were twisted creatures that were irritable, malicious, and violent, but without any sense of morality and unable to predict their next actions.

They often invade other planes, bringing destruction and fear with them....

They are dedicated to destroying and destroying everything (including their own kind), and take pleasure in doing so....

They resist order, and even the Lords of the Abyss can't make them do exactly what they want....

Unless they are controlled by spells, they can never unite or carry out any action in a planned manner. An idea one moment will be overturned the next, and they don't care if the plan is completed or the goal is achieved.

All they cared about was whether their cruel and tyrannical, bloodthirsty and chaotic nature could be satisfied. Other than that, they didn't care about anything else.

In the end, the Abyss Demons were just a bunch of ugly evil creatures created after their evil souls or evil thoughts were polluted by the Abyss Will, and they had no rationality at all.

Other demons and monsters had to consider whether they could survive the battle to enjoy the feast of flesh and blood that followed when they wandered the alien plane. But these abyssal demons don't care about anything, even though they know that this is a battlefield of flesh and blood where death is certain, they still pounce on it like a chicken blood.

They fought, and fought, and fought again, until they collapsed in a muddy pool of blood.......

Even a 4th rank wizard like Andrews would have a headache when he encountered such a bloodthirsty fiend!

No matter how many of these Abyssal Demons there were, they couldn't pose any threat to his life. However, the threat to the Alden Family's War Witch Tower could be enormous.

After all, all the Abyssal Demons were powerful evil creatures that were both demonic and martial!

They had pitch-black, demon-striped anti-demonic skin and unprecedented physical strength, and were completely capable of going hard against the War Witch Tower's violent sorcery bombardment to fuck over a group of witch beasts.

Their random demonic spells also caused visible damage to the War Witch Tower.

What was even more frightening was that most of the high level demons possessed 'Precision Teleportation', which could instantly teleport themselves to any area within sight on the battlefield. With this kind of racial ability, the past tactics of witches using witch beasts to block the enemy in a distant place and then opening the War Witch Tower for a bombardment would no longer work.

Any Alden sorcerer who dared to leave the Tower would be swarmed by the demons of the Abyss in the next moment. Even if you were strong, even if you were strong in sorcery, the stalking chopper team would be the one to get you killed.

Therefore, after the death of two 3rd level sorcerers, all the Alden sorcerers never dared to leave the Tower again.

As a result, the task of stopping the Abyssal Demons from escaping the battlefield could only fall on the Witch Beast troops. And they were like a pack of hounds facing a lion or tiger in front of the huge and terrifying Abyssal Demons, it was impossible to stop them in any way except for their desperate barking and miserable howls.

Thus, as a portion of the Abyssal Demons fled the battlefield and broke into the family territory at the rear, the battle spread.

In just a few days, the entire Alden family territory was filled with beacons, the miserable screams of humans, and wildly rampaging demonic creatures... The formerly peaceful and tranquil human society had also become the sacrifice and victim of this demonic tide.

In a dark and gloomy chamber, Andrews, with a heavy look, clicked on the magic crystal in front of him and sent out a communication request to the distance.