Age of Adepts

Heart of the Multi-Armed Giant, 5th level top grade material, powerful life force, imbued with the rules of earth, can be used as a life extension ritual material, and can also be used to make earth 5th level magical items....

Multi-Armed Giant Cyclops, 5-step top-grade material, earth rule crystals, able to transform any demonic energy into petrifying power, imbued with 5-step earth rules....

A headless remnant body of a multi-armed giant, with strong bloodline power and abundant earth source power, can extract and quench high bloodline synthesis chemicals, can be transformed into high level undead, can make top-grade corpse puppets, can serve as top-grade sacrificial materials....

Killing a Rank 5 Calamity Little Lord was enough to instantly turn any Rank 4 Sorcerer into a top-tier tycoon within the bit. This was a rank 5 creature, and any blood, flesh or tendon on its body would be top-grade rank 5 material.

Within the Sorcerer World, there were only a handful of Tier 5 materials, and they were priceless. Even if it occasionally appeared, it was easily as high as ten thousand magic crystals per gram. And now with a big guy that was 5 meters tall and weighed almost 7 tons on display, it was a top-grade material that was far more valuable and coveted than the Mountain of Magic Crystals.

If Grim was willing to sell out, I'm afraid that the remains of this multi-armed giant Zagu would be enough to buy two to three complete regions in the central part of the country. After all, with these materials, it would probably push a certain 4th rank wizard to the throne of a 5th rank Grand Sorcerer.

And while a few central regions were rich in resources and amazingly wealthy, they couldn't bring any help to the higher ranked sorcerers.

So, if Grim really dared to spit, I'm afraid that the three major witch organizations present would be robbing their heads off for it!

After all, territories, resources and populations could be accumulated and gathered slowly, but a 5th level Grand Sorcerer was unattainable. Which of the two was lighter or heavier could be easily tasted by an individual.

On the other hand, the Sorcerer's Association also captured a Ten-Headed Demon, which was also a Level 5, but its quality and finish were obviously not as good as the Multi-Armed Giant in Grim's hands. But even so, I'm afraid that it was enough to concoct a 5th-rank Grand Sorcerer for the Sorcerer's Association.

The only thing that was unknown was whether the Sorcerer's Association would choose that Anri or that Gloria. Both of them are super strong, and both of them are very good, with this help, it will not be any problem to advance to the 5th rank.

In addition to this, the Northern Witch also harvested a 4th stage top grade Sand Evil Spirit. With these resources, it must be probable to create a peak 4th rank witch.

This was also a welcome sight for the Northlands that currently only had two superpowers!

As for the giant-winged serpent dragon that the central wizards had taken together, if it wasn't split up, it would probably also allow someone in the central part of the country to leap into a 4th rank advanced or peak level wizard powerhouse. But now since the splitting was so fragmented, it would only sporadically allow everyone's strength to progress slightly, without that terrifying effect of the 'god-making'.

Everyone had gained something, and it diluted the 'sadness' of losing two 4th rank companions. Only on the Silver Alliance side that had gained nothing, Deputy Speaker Meloni's face was so gloomy that it was about to turn into a rag.

It couldn't be helped, who called the Silver Alliance's combat too reliant on metal statues and puppet constructs. Their battles were more of a defensive and counterattack type, preferring to use the magic statues and puppets to wear down the enemy's strength. This caused them to be a hundred times more uncomfortable with this type of quick-attack type of battle, directly throwing away the best opportunity to obtain loot.

In that battle just now, apart from the death of one Level 4 Fire Witch Schreiber, the number of other Sorcerers of all ranks who had died in battle sporadically added up to more than five hundred. However, in such a bit battlefield, only 4th ranked witches would be of serious concern to the organizations.

Some people might feel regret and distress if a 3rd rank wizard lost a lot, but it would never be as painful as losing a 4th rank wizard in battle. As for witches below 3rd rank who were killed in action, as long as they had not reached the level of injury, they would be ignored by the higher ranked witches, either intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, the major sorcerer organizations had it in their hearts.

A 5th rank Grand Sorcerer's true value was far above ten 4th rank Sorcerers, and a 4th rank Sorcerer's value was far above ten 3rd rank Sorcerers... and so on and so forth, high rank Sorcerers would always be scarce in number, at the upper end of the Sorcerer Civilization Pyramid.

Of course, the 5th ranked Grand Sorcerers were only able to squeeze into the middle of the Sorcerer Civilization, and were still a long way from the true top of the pyramid. However, they were already unattainable 'deities' to the struggling middle and lower ranked Sorcerers within the bit plane!

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The Wizard World, beyond the bit barrier.

It was a perfect bitumen of enormous size.

The violent tides of energy hit the Wizard World's barrier, sending out bright and dazzling sparks of beauty. The Sorcerer World resembled a huge ship in the rising and falling energy ocean, and no matter how the empty storm blew, it couldn't shake the barrier.

It appeared to be motionless on the surface, but if you zoomed in on the entire starry sea, you would find that the Sorcerer World was moving through the storm at a speed of tens of miles per second, following some mysterious and mysterious rules.......

Through the nearly translucent light film of the bit-wall outside the Sorcerer World, one could vaguely see the massive Sorcerer Continent inside and the undulating mountain ranges above it.

At this moment, however, outside the barrier, there was a somewhat strange looking Three Headed Devil Dog crouching down. It was a hundred meters tall, covered with dark, oily, thick hair, and had three canine heads protruding from its neckline.

The one on the left was pure as ice, the one on the right was blazing like fire, and the main head in the middle was as black as ink... The red, white, and black aura of three different attributes dazzled around its body, making it even more towering and majestic.

Although the Three Headed Demonic Dog Dilmas belonged to the evil camp, but when its power essence had been condensed to the 6th stage, there was a trace of sublime and divine in the evil that could not be disobeyed!

But no matter how powerful the Three Headed Devil Dog Dilmas was, its hundred-meter tall form was as small as a flea on a berserk giant elephant before the huge Sorcerer World bit barrier. The two sides were simply not on an order of magnitude, so naturally they couldn't be compared together.

But at this moment, it is lying in front of a small hidden trauma in the huge bit of the barrier, taking turns opening its three canine heads and spewing the purest and purest scent of disaster into it.

Under its months-long erosion, this secret creation has expanded significantly compared to the previous one. But trying to contain its enormous power was still a drop in the bucket, barely allowing it to project past 1/5 of its power.

And with its strength, even if it couldn't burrow into the Wizard World as a whole, only projecting past 1/5 of its power, it was still a powerful creature with a strength as high as 5th rank, enough to sweep the entire Wizard Continent.

If it had been placed a few days ago, it might have done just that.

But the successive deaths of several of its high-ranking men made it a little suspicious.

Dilmas very much doubted that some bastard Grand Sorcerer had snuck back into the Wizard World and was waiting there to conspire against it. Otherwise, how could those few of its men be destroyed by a bunch of Gryphon-like human sorcerers?

In particular, an earth-shattering explosion earlier had allowed it to sniff out the special scent of the Great Sorcerer Elemental Splitter.

Dilmas, who had originally been only a little skeptical about this, was now completely convinced.

It was entrenched beside the rift in that bit barrier, spewing its calamity breath to invade the surrounding bit laws, then frantically scratching and tearing to make the rift bigger, and constantly attacking the human sorcerers who tried to approach the rift across the border.

It was its persistence and madness that also made the many attempts of the human sorcerers to seal the spatial fissure come to naught.

But in the midst of its anxiety and hesitation, the Dilmas Wood stopped all its moves. With the exception of one canine head that continued to maintain the spatial rift, the other two canine heads turned back in unison, their two pairs of cold, glittering giant pupils staring coldly at an approaching figure.

The other party was stepping out from the void storm, as if the majestic tidal wave of stirring energy didn't exist at all, stepping steadily towards the three heads of the demonic dogs.

Looking at the ten-meter tall flaming humanoid, watching the tame and unusually tame flames lingering on its side, sensing the vast and astonishing flame power within the other party's body, the Three Headed Demonic Dog Dilmas Woodland's heart tightened, and coldly squeezed out a name from its teeth.

"Fire God Sinai, what are you doing here?"

What came was not the Fire God Sinai's original body, but just a 6th rank flame billet of the other party. If the one who came was really the 7th rank Fire God Sinai's original body, Dilmas would never have talked nonsense with it, and must have slipped away the first moment he sniffed out the other party's scent!

The tall fireman strode faithfully to ten thousand meters away from Dilmas and stopped to stare, a pair of golden flames at his eyes strikingly bright.

"Get out of here, Dilmas! If you just leave, I can pretend I didn't see you, or else..."

The Sinai billet was so resolute with one word, clearly making Dilmas extraordinarily upset.

"Sinai, this is the Wizard World, it's not your subordinate country, when is it your turn to call the shots here. What, you're a 7th rank Vulcan, and you've even started working for the witches?" Dilmas' darkened main head took on a fierce look, his body slumping even more slightly, his throat quivering with a low howl full of intimidation.

"I have come to retrieve my belongings!" The Sinai billet said harshly, "A damned wizard stole my treasure, and I must have him punished today. You leave, I need this rift!"

Dilmas was stunned at the words, then nodded silently, "No wonder I detected the scent of your flame divine technique inside the bit before, so it was your artifact that was taken away by the witches... Hehe, Sinai, since you and I are both here to find bad luck with the witches, why don't we..."

Before Dilmas could finish his words, however, that Sinai bilocation stomped his foot, curling around him in a monstrous sea of fire ten thousand meters square, and shouted in a harsh, angry voice, "Shut up, we gods will never be friends with you calamity creatures. Get out of here, or we'll fight first!"

"Get out..."