Age of Adepts

"...you have to appreciate my difficulties...my White Specter unit has been transferred into the Landon Plane, where they are fighting the invaders...the Stone Dragon unit? No, they still need to guard the family headquarters, and once they leave, my rear will be empty..."

"I'm sorry, Andrews, but as much as I'd like to help you, my side is equally stretched for troops. So..."

The anger inside Andrews was close to overflowing as he looked at Nicholas, who had a loving expression inside the magic crystal. But the only thing he could do was to cut off the remote communication and make that ugly old face quickly disappear from his eyes.

The only light source in the room dimmed, and the entire chamber seemed dim and gloomy, just as he was feeling right now.

There was also a different coterie among the 4th rank wizards, and Andrews contacted three 'partners' that he could speak to in one breath, but he got almost a clean rejection and polite refusal.

Andrews knew that even if these guys still had some spare troops in their hands, they would never easily negotiate a loan out. The Magic Tide period was so long that every family would have to vomit their hearts out and smash their pots and pans if they wanted to survive it, so how could they be a graft for others.

Even if they had some spare strength, they would still try to hold on to it to act as a mobile force in case some unpredictable changes occurred. So, this was simply a futile effort on his part to send his old face over to be slapped in vain.

A tiny sorcerous rune still floated on the dull, dim communication crystal, a magical brand of the Connected Crimson Family. With a single tap, he could remotely contact the legendary fire witch Grim, who was renowned in the middle of the country.

However, for some reason, his outstretched right hand hesitated for a long while, but he didn't press it.

Andrews also clearly understood that if he pressed it, I'm afraid that the Alden Family's independence would be gone in the future. Relying on the Crimson Family's strength to get through the difficult times, how could this favor be repaid in the future?

However, what happened on the family territory left him no room for maneuver. If all the sub-dimensions' sorcerer troops were mobilized to come back to the family's aid, it was indeed possible for the family to be revived and survive the first wave of the demonic tide.

But that would also mean that the three Subdimensions would be plunged into chaos and could be out of the Ardennes' control forever.

Besides, there would be a second wave, a third wave, and a fourth wave... Even if the Ardennes survived the Hundred-Year Demon Tide, I'm afraid the Ardennes would be greatly injured and their foundation would be unstable.

Thus, Andrews hesitated for a long while before finally reaching out and lighting up the rune.

The negotiation with Grim was extremely concise, even easy to the point that Andrews doubted his own eyes and ears.

The first group of Demonic Armament Warriors would arrive at the Great Space Rift in 7 hours, and the Crimson Flagship Vassailo that carried them would also be responsible for clearing out those Abyssal Demons that had broken into the Alden Family's territory.

As for the payoff, if a corpse of a rank 3 Star Beast could be called a payoff, then Grim's asking price was really low. This caused Andrews, who had been ready to surrender control of half of the family territory, to be a little surprised and startled.

After ending the communication, Andrews personally called for the closest and most intimate 3rd rank wizard in the family, Hahn, and told him to immediately rush to the Flame Throne with the 3rd rank star beast corpse.

Just 5 hours after the family's emissary left, a silver-white floating giant ship that covered a small part of the sky slowly sailed into the Alden family's territory. It did not shift course to chase down the scattered demons that were scurrying all over the territory, but flew straight towards the Great Space Rift.

...........

The dark red smoke and dust was still spreading near the great rift in space.

Wherever the power of filth reached, the soil decayed and the rocks crumbled.

The chaotic and disordered laws of the Abyss and the Wizard World's Bit Laws intertwined and collided, engulfing and annihilating each other, leaving behind countless twisted and wandering fragments of laws in the void.

At this moment, the Great Spatial Rift was simply like a gateway to the Abyssal Realm. Every now and then, the great spatial rift would dense and vibrate, swallowing out nearly a hundred demons of all ranks from within.

Most of them were relatively low-grade demonic creatures, with an occasional one or two thick-skinned longhorned demons and the demonic scout Froggie Demon specializing in scouting.

Unfortunately, the overly dense spatial faults and temporal debris near the Great Spatial Rift made them not even see their surroundings clearly before they were strangled by the roller blade formation of emptiness into broken corpses and scattered pieces of corpses all over the ground.

But their efforts were not in vain.

As more and more demonic blood tainted and infested the land near the Great Rift in Space, the trend of demonization became faster and more pronounced. Even the breeze blowing in the face took on a whiff of the scorching heat and tyranny unique to the Abyssal Realm.

Accompanying the Abyssal Demons who had crossed over were a portion of the strange creatures from other different realms. They clearly weren't on the right side of each other either, and the first thing they did once they crossed over was to fight together in a crazy impact.

Originally, they were fighting each other, but as the number of monsters grew, they gradually split into two different camps: the Abyssal Demons and the Strange Monsters.

All of the Abyssal Demons gathered together and launched a swift and violent attack on the non-Abyssal creatures, and the entire edge of the great spatial rift was filled with figures of battling and fighting, with broken corpses and rampaging brute tyrannical figures everywhere.

Of course, there were also many demons and monsters who disdained this kind of 'internal fighting', getting rid of their enemies and rushing towards the densely packed War Witch Tower not far away with earth-shaking steps.

After months of rushing and damaging, the originally sparse combination of the Witch Tower and the War Witch Tower had now been breached. Nearly a hundred of the twenty-meter tall War Witch Towers had been toppled, and the edges of each collapsed and burned Witch Tower were thickly stacked with monster corpses.

It could be seen that the Abyssal Demons had also paid a huge price to break out of the Alden Family's witch tower defense line. But this small loss was nothing to the Abyssal Realm that was a hundred or a thousand times larger than the Sorcerer's World as a whole.

The Abyssal Realm was waging bitter conquests against the Otherworld every moment, and the wealth, resources, and souls they captured were transformed into part of the Abyssal World, strengthening that filthy, evil, twisted will.

And any of the great lords of the Abyssal Realm have vast territories and armies that rival those of the Wizarding World. Their armies roamed the mountains, and their food was the flesh and blood of otherworldly creatures. Therefore, if any of the Abyssal Lords set their eyes on the Sorcerer World, what they would bring to Andrews would only be endless war and destruction.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of war, the Great Rift of Space spewed out demons a little faster.

Finally, with a dense rippling vibration shaking the bit space, a 4th rank advanced demon lord finally broke free of the spatial bonds and crossed into the Wizard World.

As soon as it emerged from the great rift in space, its huge and hideous body was firmly trapped in place by countless chains of laws extending from the depths of the void, and its powerful and surging lordship was somewhat dispirited due to the suppression of the laws of the bitspace.

Phineus roared furiously, his four sturdy stone pillar-like short thick hoofed feet firmly treading on the black earth, his huge body shaped like a dragon's torso twisting and struggling wildly. Countless sharp demonic thorns twisted and bent as they collided with the chain of laws, causing unprecedented damage to the demonic body of Phineus.

However, as it frantically twisted and freed itself, the space for its own body to move became more and more generous and easy.

Finally, when the Vorpal Sword, which was burning with a terrifying abyssal flame and covered with sharp jagged teeth, appeared in Phineus's hand, the Wizard World's suppression of its position was also reduced to a minimum!

Phineus raised his Vorpal Sword high and howled beast-like screeching at the Bit Will that controlled the entire world from above. That hideous and twisted face, that huge Vorpal Sword with purple fire tossing, that fanged blood basin... the unique tyrannical cruelty of the demonic creatures of the Abyss was on full display, and a bloody and murderous demonic aura instantly haunted its side.

Calling out to the Sorcerer World's Bit Consciousness right off the bat?

Such an arrogant, brutal bully and ungrateful fellow, Captain Locke was the first to see it. Gently flicking the monitor crystal, silently observing the extremely strong and tyrannical Abyssal Lord from every angle, Locke tsked and sighed as he gave battle orders to the many men in the command hall.

It was just an alien demon, what's so fierce about it!

In the next moment, the dark red light flashed at the bow of the Vassailor suspended above the Alden Family Witch Tower, and a huge beam of light as thick as three meters cut through the battlefield space and struck the Abyssal Lord straight on top of his body.

Faced with this unexpected magical attack, Abyssal Lord Phineus threw his hand across the battlefield and blocked the Vorpal Sword with its incomparably thick and huge flame. The annihilating light of the Magic Energy Cannon and the abyssal fire of the Flame Vorpal Sword intersected, exploding into a dazzling and terrifying light.

When the light gradually died out with the end of the Magic Cannon, the figure of the Abyssal Lord Phineus who was standing proudly in front of the great spatial rift was revealed once again.

As far as the eye could see, a one-meter diameter hole appeared on the Flame Vorpal Sword and Finus's sturdy body. Through this large hole, one could see the scorching black earth behind Phineus, as well as the pattering purple-black blood and half of the freshly charred internal organs in his body.

Obviously, this Abyssal Lord had not blocked all the power of the Magic Energy Cannon, and in the end, it was still the Annihilation Light that had damaged its tall and majestic demonic body.

However, such a terrifying injury on any creature would probably kill it. But for Phineus, it was just enough to be a serious injury!

Finus, who had the ugly face of a jackal, roared furiously, sending a deafening and terrifying roar at the floating giant ship. In the midst of the high and impassioned roar, a powerful and bizarre figure emerged from the great rift, flapping its black and red demonic wings at the floating giant ship....