Age of Adepts

When the blood stain on her face was cleared, the girl in red turned her figure, and that delicate and seductive face again appeared in front of the eyes of the two wizard apprentices, Fenrir, unable to withstand such a strong visual impact, finally fainted in a gorgeous manner.

“Mary" has completely obscured the horrible viciousness just now and is once again the tall, beautiful girl who looks beautiful. It's just those scarlet eyes and a pair of sharp fangs sticking out of her lips that reveal her identity.

Clearly half of her delicate body is showered in blood water, but she retains a clean white face, such a strong visual contrast, even Grimm, peeking through the door, can't help but feel a gall warfare shock.

A newborn vampire does not fear any physical * damage at all, and as long as their attacks can cause blood loss to the enemy, they can gain endless vitality from fresh blood. This perennial species, which exists only in ancient books on the Wizards' mainland, is nearly extinct due to the massive killings of the wizards. Even with occasional retention, fleeing the barbaric jungle or hiding in human society does not dare to appear easily.

So Grimm was extremely shocked that Mary could suddenly become a vampire. But after the shock, I couldn't help but feel the sincere chills about the wizards' strange means.

What kind of witchcraft experiment did this Mary go through to change from an ordinary human girl to an ancient bloodthirsty species? Did you hear the strange noise of Mary in the past night?

Just as Mary, a girl in red, approached Allen, trembling toward her torso, the fire on both sides of the otherwise slightly dim stonewall corridor lit up sharply, and a strange figure stepped out of the shadow of the wall and gently broke her sip.

“Stop, my child. Today's killing is enough for you to complete the final step! From now on, you will try to restrain your heart's desire for blood and return to the ranks of knowledge seekers. ”

The visitor had a corpse full of loose wrinkled skin, a pure black wizard robe and a pointed wizard hat on his head. A huge green crystal is embedded at the top of the wizard scepter with a cross section of the roots in the hand, and the fluorescent flames of the star dots spill out of it, casting a glimmer of glow in the air.

This old man is the only owner of this tower of sorcerers, the great Anderson Wizard.

As for his wizard rank, I'm sorry, Grim's eyes don't know anything.

Though there was a premonition that today's event would shock the owner of the tower, Grimm knew early to remove the visual elements from his eyes. But when the Anderson wizard suddenly appeared, his tears filled with powerful magical radiation.

Grimm gently closed the wooden door and hid quietly in his room, no longer daring to spy on the outside. If you catch a glimpse of some of the secrets that Anderson's wizards don't want others to know, your own little life is in real danger.

Each of these official wizards is a murderer without blinking an eye, carrying out all sorts of dangerous and evil witchcraft experiments with some living creatures. Though it is impossible to escape the spiritual perception of the Anderson wizard, even if one moves more carefully. But this behavior is an attitude that demonstrates that one never snoops into the witch's secret attitude. At least until what really happened, I was safe.

Outside the door, there is only one wall apart, and an embarrassing confrontation continues.

At this time, Mary once again turned into that horrible look, and the red eyes flashed like beasts. Fingernails began to grow wildly, eventually turning into chilly fingernails at the tip.

Mary, the vampire, has apparently been so ferocious, stirred by heavy bloody smells, that her entire body is crawling on the ground, swimming like a gecko at super high speeds on vertical stone walls. And she attacked exactly the owner of the tower, the Anderson Wizard.

Running fast along the stone walls on both sides, Mary's powerful rear legs slammed hard and her slender body quickly pounded against each other like lightning. When her body was still halfway empty, Mary's fingernails stretched out in front of her, and she wicked out into the wizard's heart.

In the face of a runaway vampire newborn, the Anderson Wizard's face was full of laughter and joy, but there was no panic. The magic scepter on your hand is just a meal, and a bouncing whirlpool blocks Mary's attack route.

“Transformers are transformers, they are suppressed by bloodthirsty nature of autonomous intelligence, unfortunately...”

The modified Mary is lightweight and falls into the category of small human beings, so her attack focuses on speed and agility. Unfortunately, the gifted abilities of these far supernormal people do not pose any threat in the eyes of a wizard. As a result, Marie's fingernails were tightly sucked into the whirlpool and would never be able to escape.

Later, even as the suction of the whirlpool grew, Mary shouted, even her own body was rolled into it, turning into a dark place inside, dizzy.

Under the control of the Anderson Wizard, a whirlpool threw up Marie again and hit the stone wall again. The impact, though modest, completely rendered him incapacitated, and even Grimm heard the crisp sound of a bone burst through the wooden door.

“What do I want you to do with a blood-sucking freshman who's lost his intelligence? Go to hell! ”

A glittering Anderson wizard dried up his withering right hand and lifted it gently, a pale blaze of death floated over his palm, turning his hand and pressing towards Mary's forehead as she struggled to groan *.

Perhaps it is perceived that death is approaching and that the breath of vampire brutality, with a super acute intuition of the crisis, has finally subsided. Mary Redcoat suddenly screamed her prickly ears, desperately hiding her body behind her back, turning her green eyes to reflect a deep fear of the flame of the dead.

The Anderson Wizard shouted softly and stopped the movement in his hand. The group did not appear to have any temperature of death flames burning cold, but did not have any normal flames that should have burst. The beating pale flame reflected the whitening of Marie's miserable white face as if it had been coated with a thick layer of stone powder.

“Eh, fear of death can bring you back to your senses? That's a phenomenon I've never seen before, and it's worth studying.” The Anderson wizard muttered to himself a few words, his right hand together extinguished the flame of the dead, then gently bounced his fingers, and a dozen small whirlpools suddenly appeared around Mary Red's neck, limbs and all the moving joints, securely tying them.

He turned his head and looked at the corpse left behind by Anxo.

As a result of the brutality of Mary the Red eating, all the blood in her body has been drained. So Anxo's leftovers collapsed particularly fast, and his otherwise smooth, flexible skin had cracked like a dry corpse buried underground for more than a decade.

“The old apprentice is dead, then you can take over! Remember to take care of these apprentices.” The Anderson Wizard frowned slightly, pointing his finger at the cold-blooded commander, Alan, who was holding the stone wall and barely falling.

At the end of the story, the fire in the stonewall corridor suddenly dimmed the light. By the time they return to normal brightness, the shadows of Lord Wizard and Mary Red will no longer be visible throughout the hallway.

Just witnessed a bloody feast. After his escape, he unexpectedly graduated as an apprentice. Alan's body kept shaking, his pants were wet, and his face showed a surprising and indistinguishable look.

And he suddenly thought of something, and he slammed down on the body of Anxo, and he grabbed what was in his waistbag.

Now that you have become an apprentice, the witchcraft talisman representing the apprentice's long identity belongs to you, and you must get it first.

Lumbar bag, arms, neck neck, leather boots...

Anyway, he scratched everything he could hide. This horrible mutilation, which just made him feel horrible, has now become his gathering place, making him overjoyed.

Finally, he found the witchcraft talisman from the scary neck gap of the corpse, with his hands up and a long smile, wondering how crazy his actions looked to the outsiders.

Fenrir's body crept on the floor and stood up against the stone wall.

In his covert sight of Alan, with a glimmer of uncovered shock.

He had already woken up and had been lying unconscious on the ground because of the unpredictability of the situation.

Never thought that the mistake of choosing at one time would lead to the loss of one's arms with the noble apprentice's long identity. At this moment, he simply hates the flesh and blood of Allen.

“Why didn't that vampire bite him!” Fenrir's heart growled furiously.

But on the bright side, he quickly covered up his inner loss and mania. By the time he had climbed up from the ground, he had a smile on his face.

“Senior Allen, get up. The ground here is dirty. I'll clean the rest of the garbage! ”

Fenrir's insertion also quickly restored Alan to reason.

Alan quickly climbed up and packed his own instrument, playing with the witchcraft talisman in his hand, naturally carrying a smile of slowness and dignity on his face.

“I'll leave it to you! The old apprentice is in trouble, and I need to get this news out of the way. You're in trouble here! I remember those swamp crocodiles eating too..." Speaking of the last sentence, Alan's words seemed like they were squeezing out of the seams of his teeth, through the chills of silk.

“Understood. Understood. I'll do it!” Fenrir's head had to be hooked lower.

Having enjoyed the pleasure of power for the first time, Allen couldn't help laughing and walking down the corridor.

Anxo's things have been scratched clean, but he may have some good things in his room. So as soon as Fenrir got rid of the mess, he rushed to the end of the corridor.

As laughter went away, the loud corridor finally calmed down again.