Age of Adepts

The sacrifice ceremony was nearing its end, and the Flame Will was slowly fading away.

Grim seemed to suddenly sound something and asked aloud, "Great Flame Will, what tier of items do I need to sacrifice to you if I want to become a Flame King?"

"The Flame King? In order to gain my approval and become one of the rulers of this world, you need to sacrifice at least 20 shards of the Divine Grid... Of course, if it's one of those Flame Divine Grid shards, 15 would be enough!"

20 Divine Grid Fragments...wouldn't that be the entire power of a 6th rank deity?

To have him, a mere 5th rank junior fire witch, whale a 6th rank deity alive and also intercept all of the opponent's power... Such an unbelievable thing, even if Grim was arrogant and confident, he wouldn't dare to expect to be able to accomplish it!

Sensing the disappearance of the Flame Will, Grim put away the Fire God Pearl, but did not leave straight away, but instead pinned himself in place and waited in silence.

The sacrificial ritual just now was too smooth and normal, and seemed to have deviated somewhat from his own earlier perception. Was his perception wrong, or did he overlook something in the process just now?

Grim pondered and probed in silence....

However, just as Grim was suspicious, an inexplicable mental message suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Hey, kid, do you still have this level of treasure in your hand? If so, sacrifice it to me, and I'm sure I'll give you something much better than that flame will!"

Hearing the voice, Grim's face changed dramatically, with both surprise and horror in his expression, as well as a hint of certainty as expected.

Grim closed his eyes to investigate, but he still couldn't find the source of that mental message, only that it had appeared so unexpectedly in his mind.

"Kid, there's no need to look for me. My original body has long since ceased to exist, leaving only a wisp of residual spirit wandering on this land. It can be politely said that you're stepping on top of my body, kid!" The spirit fluctuations that inexplicably appeared were so obscure and weak, and with such breath strength alone, it seemed that it couldn't even be called a 1st rank power.

"Your Excellency, you should be that powerful 8th rank Flame Lord who fell in the history of the Fire Elemental Plane, right? You have now found a way to resurrect?" For those high level existences, Grim never dared to ignore them lightly.

These old monsters, each and every one of them possessed strange techniques and forbidden methods.

If an old monster that had fallen for tens of thousands of years could also be resurrected, Grim would not be surprised or weirded out in the slightest, instead taking it as a matter of course.

"You... you know me?" That mental message fluctuated a bit.

"Not much is known! However, since I dared to choose this place as my private domain, all of this prior investigation must have already been done. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Gumanres?" Grim said in a half-serious, half-joking manner.

On the other hand, the mental message suddenly disappeared, like a person suddenly holding their breath and losing all fluctuating breath.

Grim wasn't surprised, but waited in silence.

A minute of time might have passed, or a quarter of an hour, or of course, a day and a night... As Grim waited in silence without any impatience, the mental message suddenly echoed in his mind again.

"You never left...why, boy?"

As the voice sounded in his head, Grim smiled triumphantly and whispered, "Because I am waiting for your decision!"

"Determination? Determine what?"

"Determine whether or not you will now embark on this resurrection of the point of no return!"

"Kid, you're not very strong, but this guts are really not small... A little guy who is only at 5th stage dares to intervene in the strife of 8th stage beings! Well, should I say you're ignorant and fearless, or incredibly audacious?"

"Of course it's the latter!" Grim smiled slightly, "I am well aware of the possible consequences of working with you. However, if we're only in one-way contact, we shouldn't alert those former enemies of yours, should we?"

"Enemies? My enemies aren't in this dimension...besides, I've been dead for tens of thousands of years, it's a question of whether they remember an existence like mine!"

"Okay, good...so now the biggest question that lies between us that affects our cooperation with each other is...what exactly is your relationship with Flame Will? It...can tolerate your resurrection?"

The mysterious mental fluctuations suddenly stilled, and only after a long time did it recover slowly.

"Boy, it wasn't Flame Will that was hostile to me back then, it was those Titans... Those damned bastards beat me to death under the banner of cleaning up your faces of cancer, and the collapse of the Divine Kingdom also forced me to sleep for so many years..."

"Respected Lord Gumanres, your enemies are all too powerful, and I'm just a small 5th rank wizard who would never want to get involved in a feud between you under normal circumstances. Therefore, I must get a clear answer now... what is the relationship between you and the Flame Will?"

"What else can we do, of course... not restrain each other!" The mysterious fluctuations suddenly subsided a little: "I was once one of the Flame Kings, and even reached the Flame Lord at the height of my power, only one step away from being the true King of Flame... Unfortunately, it was at that time that the damned Titans approached me! ......."

"They would never allow the elemental realm to give birth to a true king, so they killed me, destroying every trace of my existence. But I was, after all, the most powerful existence in this world, and even the rules of the bitterness were permeated with my soul... So, after tens of thousands of years passed, I was able to re-gather my consciousness from within the power of the rules. It's just that it takes a very long time for my power to recover..."

"The Flame Will doesn't interfere with my freedom, but it won't help me anymore either. It allows my consciousness to turtle around this altar of molten fire, but it doesn't care . If I have a chance to be resurrected and become the true King of Flame, it also has a chance to overwhelm the other three elemental realms and become that strongest voice... so it will be optimistic!"

Damn...Lord of Flame...Lord of the Elements...what are these things?

I'm just a little 5th rank wizard, when did I ever get involved in shit like this....

As he screamed internally, Grim casually severed the connection with that mysterious spirit fluctuation and turned around to walk off the altar.

He wasn't interested in getting involved in the life and death feud of some bit lord, and with his small body of a 5th stage fire witch, he wasn't even a cannon fodder in such a plot and scheme. I'm afraid that he wouldn't even know how to die after he really wanted to bridge with this 'former' flame lord with a show brain.

"Kid, don't be in a hurry to refuse. We can talk..." that mental fluctuation was abnormally odd, Grim had clearly severed his connection with it, and it still managed to emerge from his mind in the next moment.

Grim didn't hesitate to cut the connection again.

"I can give you the benefit of the doubt..."

Another cut off.

"I'm definitely giving more than Flame Will..."

Continue to cut off.

"I still have the remnants of the God's Kingdom Treasures..." that spirit fluctuation seemed to be about to be driven mad by Grim, finally pulling at his neck and roaring out this cry.

However, what was strange about it was that after that roar, that Grim didn't even cut off his mental connection with it.

"God's Kingdom Treasures Remnant..." the Grim couldn't help but mutter.

A former 8th rank Flame Lord, although its divine Kingdom had been blown up and its body crumbled away, leaving only a remnant of its soul. But just a little bit of its former divine Kingdom's treasury remained, even if it was just a few bits and pieces, it would be enough to make Grim float in thought.

Even though he knew that such a thing was hot to pick up, and would probably put him in a f*cking boredom. But the greed and desire that came from deep within his soul still made Grim stop in his tracks and began to silently lower his head and calculate.

"Kid work with me, make sure you won't lose out... You sacrificed two shards of the God Grid, and the Flame Will only gave you that. If it were me, I would guarantee to give you much more than Flame Will!" Seemingly sensing that there was a door, that spirit fluctuation immediately drummed its reedy tongue and began to seduce Grim.

Grim looked up with a disdainful smile on his face, but he didn't even care about what that Guman Res said next, and walked straight to that teleportation array in the distance.

"Hey, come back... boy, come back here!"

That spirit wave was so furious that it set off rolling waves of fire that even stirred the lava lake.

But unfortunately, allowing it to roar and scream, Grim still left regardless.

Finally, with the brightening of the teleportation white light, the molten fire altar once again regained its tranquility!

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Wizarding World, Crimson Wings.

It was already the twelfth year that Grim had left this world.

The Scattered Tallinn, which had undergone many shocks to its power structure, had finally eased up and was gradually showing signs of rising in the middle of the continent under the model of the Horton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was dominated by the Crimson Family.

New and enterprising Crimson Sorcerers gradually climbed up to the leadership level, while some of the old ones who couldn't keep up with the pace of the family's advancement were eliminated and became the stepping stone of the family's development.

In the towering upper floor of the family tower, in a magnificently decorated luxurious room, the goblin sage Cappy was lying on his back on a soft bed, his whole body was about to fall into the soft silk bedding.

On his side, there was a room full of green-skinned goblins around him.

Among them, there were goblin sorcerers leaning on their staffs, magicians with small miniature puppets crouched on their shoulders, and machine warlocks with an iron-blooded, murderous smell... But there were even more heads of the Chamber of Commerce who were dressed like merchants.

An elven priest with long, pointy ears stood up, ended his physical examination of Cappy, looked around the room at the heads of the goblin powers with different looks, and shook his head bitterly.