Age of Adepts

"When it's time to do something, I'll do it!"

Grim gazed at the distant battlefield with a calm and indifferent look.

"These Central Wizards are usually overly self-important and used to being unrestrained, wanting them to submit... it won't be that easy. When I'm here, I'll naturally have a way to subdue them. But if I'm not here, what are you going to rely on to maintain the power of the Crimson Family?"

Hearing Grim's question, several people present couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"Teacher, you... you are still so young, why did you suddenly say such words?" Meryl had a worried look on her face and her face was earning a blood red.

"Meryl, don't be impatient, my lord shouldn't mean that." Emelia was intelligent and thoughtful, with a thoughtful look on her face, probing, "My lord, could it be that you are... about to take that step?"

That step....

This stone-cold sentence caused several people present to stir violently while staring at the tall, upright and majestic figure in front of them with their eyes wide open and deadly.

This meeting, the crowd had that slight feeling.

The flame energy that had been surging outward and expanding from the body of the head of the family in the past had been swept away. If it wasn't for the familiar voice, the familiar size, the familiar scent and smell, the people present would only think of it as an ordinary human being.

Yes, the energy scent of the Lord of the House had almost completely converged, and in its place was a heartfelt warmth and a majestic, inviolable presence.

His smile was spring, capable of infecting and invading a person's heart with an intangible and strange power, causing them to perceive endless warmth; his anger was the flames of destruction, capable of igniting a person's heart in the wildest and most violent manner....

Previously, they had only dimly sensed the strength of the Lord of the House, but they had no idea where it was strong. Now that they heard Emelia's question, their hearts flashed, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, waiting for the answer from the Lord of the House.

The smile on Grim's face grew even more intense.

All those present were the heart and soul of the Crimson Family, so naturally there was nothing to hide behind.

Grim looked out over the distant battlefield and whispered, "How could that step be so easy to take. I've only found a direction, and as for actually taking that step, I'm afraid it will take at least a hundred more years..."

Grim, despite the cloud of answers, several Crimson Cores still heard the true situation from it.

With only the accumulation of time left, wouldn't that mean that the Lord of the House was running out of problems in terms of resources, knowledge and other accumulations. An open road... the path to the 5th Order Grand Sorcerer for the Lord of the House was already an open road!

The faces of several Crimson Cores were swollen with unbearable excitement of ecstasy, but their status at this moment only forced them to 'calmly' digest the news.

For a time, everyone was silent, falling into all sorts of infinite reverie.

The family lord's meaning was clearly expressed, and I'm afraid all of his energy in the next hundred years would have to be bet on the trials and accumulation of taking that step. As a result, the situation in the middle of the continent could only rely on the Crimson Family to maintain and expand.

The few people present are the objects of the family master's trust and confidence, and I'm afraid they will have to assume a great share of responsibility in the future. Power and status is certainly welcome, but without the power to match it, it's the equivalent of forcibly sitting on a crater.

Once the gathered power erupted, the terrible consequences....

But the good news was that the Crimson Family now had more than one 4th rank, and besides Grim, there was also Mary and that Ames. After all, Ames was a pure-blooded dragon, acting as the honorary elder of the family's offerings, and being a fighter was fine. But to support the entire Crimson Family's foundation, and even the thousands of witches in the middle of the continent, there was only that 4th ranked Blood Queen, Lord Mary!

Of course, if any of the people present were able to fight to go one step further, then there would also be a chance for them to rise up to become the leader of the entire central part of the continent.

That status, that position, that power... Just the mere thought of it made the ears of the few people in front of them flush red, and it was quite overwhelming.

The thought of stepping into the 5th rank, forging a legend, becoming a god-like strong wizard in the wizard world... they had thought about it countless times when they were dreaming in the middle of the night. But they knew their own business, and such thoughts were after all mirrors. It looked very close, but was actually a thousand miles away, and was simply beyond the reach of their level of natural strength.

Thus, being ranked at the 4th level, they enjoyed endless glory and respect within the Wizard World. This was already the extreme and pinnacle of what they could achieve in life.

For other wizards, this might just be a fantasy. For these core witches of the Crimson Family, success was right in front of them, and all they needed to do was to put in that 'little bit' of effort!

Everyone's breathing became inexplicably heavy.

Grim didn't look back.

He also knew that his group of henchmen needed some time to absorb such heavy news.

As the person closest to him, Grim naturally hoped that Mary would continue on the path of a wizard, rather than getting caught up in the treacherous power struggle in the middle of the continent.

Therefore, cultivating a 4th Order successor within the Crimson Family early on was the most ideal solution. And the new 4th rank candidate would definitely have to be chosen from the people in front of them, so Grim let out a hint of information in advance in order to stimulate their fighting spirit and ambition.

Actually, ambition wasn't such a bad thing!

As long as you have the strength to match your ambition, then ambition is the source of power to spur you on to struggle and progress. But once the real doesn't match the position, ambition becomes a disaster and only turns a person into a madman, thus tossing himself to his death.

However, the future Crimson family will be guarded by Grim and Mary for centuries to come. Therefore, there was still plenty of time for this group of family newcomers to grow and strengthen themselves.

Any one of the few people present would be able to become a top figure in the middle of the world as long as they could successfully advance to Level 4, and with the aura of the Crimson Family and the Legendary Fire Witch, they would immediately become a top figure in the middle of the world. This kind of temptation was not inconsiderable to the few people present, so much so that they were all a bit restless and unable to control their emotions.

However, while their hearts were churning and their thoughts were floating, the battlefield in the distance was already covered in blood and flesh, and their plans were exhausted.

After a bloodbath, the five Demon Lords and one upper-ranked Demon were severely injured by the witches: the Quasar Demon, the Infernal Demon and the Six-Armed Serpent Demon.

But the battle was still a defeat for the witches!

The reason for the failure was that no one could resist that Abyssal Refining Demon's unbridled attack....

Yes, with Monash Gaia, Mary and Andrews, they were only able to defeat the Abyssal Demon. The opponent was relying on his Demonic Teleportation technique to come and go freely across the battlefield, and everywhere he went, everyone was unable to avoid him.

Terrifying Demonic Teleportation + Terrifying Blade of Slaughter....

Every time this Abyssal Refining Demon attacked, it meant that a Level 4 Sorcerer would face a test of life and death.

All of the 4th rank Sorcerers had to fight against strong enemies while also being careful of the Abyssal Alchemist's sneak attacks. Honestly, fighting a battle like this was excruciatingly painful!

Mary might be the only one in the audience who was able to catch up to the Abyssal Refining Demon with her exceptional agility. But she could not do it alone, and with her inability to lure the opponent into the Nightmare Castle, the battle power she could exert was only 4th rank intermediate.

With such strength, it was clearly not enough to stop the Abyssal Refining Demon's wanton killings.

The only one in the arena who had the strength to confront the Abyssal Refining Demon head-on was Monash Gaia, who was transformed into a Golden Titan. However, his size of a hundred meters tall doomed his every move to be so slow that trying to catch up to the opponent's pace was simply a fool's errand.

Even if he pressed too hard and was suddenly killed by the opponent, I'm afraid that even Monash Gaia could hardly guarantee that he wouldn't be wounded by that strange blade of slaughter.

Thus, a comical scene akin to a hawk catching a chicken appeared on the battlefield!

Mary flew around the Abyssal Alchemist like a tiny dragonfly, but was unable to break through the opponent's body defense. The Golden Titan, on the other hand, was chasing after the demon, blasting it with a swift lightning bolt.

But the Abyssal Demon seemed to be oblivious to this, shaking its huge and heavy body and rampaging across the battlefield, chasing down and killing the pale human sorcerers with impunity. Every now and then, it would suddenly launch a precise teleportation spell, silently appearing at the side of a 4th level wizard, then smiling fiercely and waving its giant sword in its hand.

The terrifying giant Vorpal Sword that burned with the fierce fire of the Abyss would strike every time it struck!

Individual powerful human sewage might be able to resist that terrifying power with their tough souls, while guys who weren't strong enough would have to rely on stand-in puppets, voodoo dolls, and the like to escape the end of their broken souls.

Honestly speaking, just relying on the Abyssal Refining Demon alone was enough to stir up the entire team of voodoo masters.

Every time when it instantly disappeared, all the witches in the arena couldn't help but be chilled to the core by everyone!

It couldn't be helped, the opponent's attacks were too sharp, and one failure to block would be the end of a dead body and soul, so it was impossible for the crowd not to worry or fear.

Although at this point in the battle, there had not been any direct attrition of 4th rank witches. But at this rate, it was only a matter of time before one or two 4th rank died!

The decline on the side of the human sorcerer was hard to hide, and defeat had become a certain inevitability....

It was with this knowledge that the battle intent of the 4th ranked witches grew lower and lower.