Age of Adepts

Silver Alliance, Prophet's Gauntlet.

Ever since the magical tide erupted, the gray-haired old tower master has been trapped in the top floor of the tower, and has been reading through the mysterious scrolls stored in the Tower of the Prophet for the past tens of thousands of years day and night.

While flipping through the pages, he mouthed a series of inexplicable words such as "three kings" and "retro".

However, on this day, the young apprentice of the scrolls, Sohnke, holding a wooden tray with a few simple dishes on it, cautiously entered the old man's dwelling and asked in a soft voice, "Teacher, it's time for you to eat something!".

"No, no, no...take it away...don't interrupt my train of thought..." the old tower master changed his usual wise and deep look, became irritated and irritable, and waved his arm around to get rid of Thornc: "Damn it... I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something... why I'm getting so confused about everything that's happening there! Alice...it must have been something that Alice did...why do these damn Fate witches always mess up fate?"

Just as he was slapping that wooden table to the ground, the silent and silent Eye of the Prophet above his head suddenly blossomed with a brilliant golden light, then began to rumble and turn, betting the golden light distantly in some northwest direction.

"The Wheel of Fate is turning... The Wizard World has produced another great wizard... Quickly, Thornk, help me up to see which fellow is so lucky? Let's see, is it the coven one or the central one?" At the incoherent urging of the old tower master, Thornk hurriedly put down his plate and helped his teacher down a narrow spiral stone staircase to the top of the tower next to the Eye of the Prophet.

At this point, the old tower master, with a sudden surge of strength, threw away Sonnke, jumped onto the altar, and threw all of his mental energy into the Eye of the Prophet, which was running as fast as a precise machine.

The Eye of the Prophet was in the shape of a huge hollowed-out metal ball, two meters in diameter, suspended above the altar. In the center of the metal ball was a strange eye, with white eyes, pupils, and blood lines, which looked extremely flexible as it dribbled around.

This was not the eye of sorcery, but a true super creature's eyeball.

It was with the help of this super creature's eyeball that the Tower of Prophecy was able to cross millions of miles, penetrate any sorcery barrier, and see what it wanted to see. Only, no matter how powerful the psychic eye was, it could not see through the mists condensed by the power of fate.

Therefore, what a seer hated most was not just another person, but precisely another seer!

"Mist of Fate... Nasty, it really is that Alice's scent... But looking at the environment here, it should be in the middle of the country, so it must be that Legendary Fire Witch who is advancing this time as well... ...Hahahaha... even Douglas couldn't do anything about this Fire Witch, could it be that he can really replicate the legend of the Three Ancient Kings..."

It had to be said that guys who were tainted with the scent of fate divination were a bit crazy. The old tower master who had lived for nearly a thousand years was even more incoherent and crazy at the moment. As he peeked into the distance with the help of his prophetic eyes, he was mumbling some words and vocabulary that no one could understand.

The Three Ancient Kings....

Thornc was baffled by what he was hearing, but the ancient word caught his attention. As he flipped through the ancient secret scrolls countless times, this word appeared most frequently in the Ancient Era.

The Three Ancient Kings referred to the three powerful people who had founded the three major witch organizations of the witch world during the ancient times.

They were Salem, the founder of the Witch of the North, who was known as the Witch Queen, the King of Witches, the Ancient Witch, and many other titles. Another was Ignatz, who claimed to have mastered the rules of the earth, and was the first president of the Wizengamot. The last one was an arcane wizard, also known as Patrick the 'Creator' and he was the founder of the Silver Alliance.

And they were also the only three 9th rank Grand Sorcerers currently in the Sorcerer's camp, hence they were also revered as the 'Three Ancient Kings'!

The fact that the teacher was actually comparing a 'newcomer' who had just advanced to the 5th stage to the Ancient Three Kings was a bit beyond the scope of Sohnke's thinking and understanding.

After all, the 9th rank already represented one of the most powerful forces in the Multiverse. They were already above the rules of the entire Multiverse, and were great existences that ordinary sorcerers would never be able to reach.

Therefore, the old tower master's actions at this moment were already equivalent to a form of blasphemy against the 'Three Ancient Kings'. If the people from the three major sorcerer organizations heard about it, I'm afraid that it would also cause quite a bit of trouble.

But this was the Prophet's High Tower, the domain of the Old Tower Master, and no one dared to challenge his authority under the watchful eye of the Prophet's Eye.

After all, living long also represented a power!

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Coven, Overlook Tower.

777th floor.

The top floor of the tower was usually deserted, but there was a huge crowd of people, all of whom were usually so busy that they couldn't even see a single person, but now they were all crowded around the new First Prophet Nouchadan, anxiously waiting for news.

Seven hours ago, a wave of rule laws from the depths of the bit plane system had disturbed everyone. Although they didn't know the source of the rule rhythm that triggered it was there, they could vaguely perceive that something earth-shattering and great was about to happen in the Wizard World.

Wizards below the 4th rank were not tightly integrated with the bit plane system, so it was difficult for them to correct themselves even if they were frightened. However, these 4th rank witches were able to detect something vaguely through the power of the laws they possessed.

In order to clear their minds, they had put aside the matter at hand and went to the highest level of the Overlook Tower to seek confirmation from the newly appointed First Prophet of the Association, Nochadan, who had been in office for less than a century.

As for the previous one, Mastan, he had already exhausted himself in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the astrological platform. This Nochadan, on the other hand, was the elite that Domnall had selected from the reserve prophets and promoted him to the position in front of him in one breath.

The bright stars on the astrological platform had been shining for a full two hours, and only then did that Nochadan prophet weakly walk down with the help of a few female apprentices.

"How is it, has it been confirmed?" As the leader of the association, Domnall was the first to step forward and questioned in a deep voice.

To this old sorcerer, who held the power of life and death over him, Nochadan also did not dare to take it lightly. He shrugged off the two female apprentices and snatched his way to the old wizard, bowing and saluting, "It has been confirmed, it is him!"

Domnall took a deep breath.

The crowd behind him was even more silent.

For the profoundly rich Sorcerer's Association, a 5th rank Grand Sorcerer wasn't a threat yet. But a Grand Sorcerer who still remained in the Wizard World would be terrifying.

If that Grim were to desperately suffer a little bit of bit backlash and come to the east to make a scene, I'm afraid the entire Sorcerer's Association would tremble with fear.

And caught in the middle of the crowd, Severus' face was especially ugly.

Although Gloria was slightly calmer than him, the rapidly flickering light in her purple pupils also showed that her heart was not as calm as it appeared.

When it came to grudges, I'm afraid that she and Severus were the ones who held the most grudges against Grim in the Association. Although they belonged to two camps at that time, each was their own master and conducted business, but after two fights, this grudge had risen to the level of a personal grudge.

Now that the other side had become the Great Sorcerer, although sooner or later he would be ostracized from the Bit World by the Bit Consciousness, this short bit of time before he left was enough for him to do whatever he wanted.

If.....

While everyone was talking and trying their best to digest the news, the Overlook Tower Woodlands trembled, then alarms sounded everywhere.

"Alert... alert... encounter with foreign invasion... target creature locked!" The harsh voice of Tarin Rafatus kept echoing through the halls.

"Who? Who is it? I need images of the outside..." growled Domnall, his wand heavy in his hand.

Immediately one wall of the hall was temporarily transformed into a water mirror, revealing a scene beyond the Witch Tower.

The towering Overlook Tower was now heavily armed.

Layers and layers of impenetrable force-field barriers covered all its entrances and exits, as well as the skylights and platforms, while an even grander semi-circular shield protected the entire tower along with the surrounding witchcraft facilities.

Attacks from the outside had also triggered the defense mechanism of the Overlook Tower.

The rune stones that had been lingering outside the tower had been activated, lighting up the defensive and attacking sorcery arrays above, and moving towards the attacked location in a mysterious trajectory.

Somewhere in the tower, a hidden door opened, and nearly a hundred apprentice sorcerers riding on high-ranked witch beasts flew into the sky. Each of them wore special runic armor and held a rune crossbow, the shining magic glow on it clearly visible in the daylight.

On the ground, a bunker hidden around the tower opened up, from which thousands of armored rhinos and Rune Knights sitting on top of them, holding special spears, emerged.

As for the unsuspecting Sorcerers, they fled to the nearest Sorcery facility after hearing the piercing alarm.

Almost instantly, the entire area around the Overlook Tower became empty and silent.

All the hidden witches were staring at the sky, trying to find out who dared to come to the Wizard Holy Land.

However, to their utter amazement, there were no thousands of horses, no behemoths, and only a young male witch in red witch robes floating in the empty sky.

Apart from him, there was no second enemy in sight!

While the hearts of the many low and middle rank association witches were in a state of relief, these 4th rank witches who were clustered at the top of the witch tower and were staring at the magic water mirror could not help but feel their hearts tighten.

Bad...really he's here!