Age of Adepts

This is an artwork enough to subvert the cognition of all puppeteers!

The radiant master nucleus is almost transparent under bright light, with a dominant influence on the irregular outer surface etching dense and numb magic lines like spider silk, like the crystal's own blood vein. As the energy of the surrounding elements oscillates, subtle golden arcs begin to emerge, constantly swimming around its glossy outer surface.

The more free lightning elements are absorbed from nearby spaces every time you swim around, the bigger the golden arc becomes and the more flaky it becomes. At the end of the day, the bursting lightning storm began to sweep around the core of the main crystal, with little power, but the momentum of condensation quenching was a covert shock.

Grimm pinched the core of the main crystal with two fingers, and the more he looked, the more he loved it, the more exciting the feeling of pride arose.

This master crystal approval is the key to constituting the Lightning Giant, and in order to free up space for more quenching and reinforcing Witch Arrays, those that absorb energy storage and shape energy have been transferred to the remaining five wind crystal nuclei. But even so, when the main nucleus leaks into the air, those free lightning energies are still attracted, creating the strange scene in front of us.

Together, Grimm's right hand dispersed the disordered lightning energy, placing his right hand in front of his forehead and silently branding the inner consciousness of the nucleus. It can be said that above the entire nucleus of the main crystal, this brand of consciousness is the most critical core witch array. Because it was through this brand of consciousness that Grimm gained control of the future lightning giant.

Very smoothly, Grimm's spiritual power penetrated into the brand of consciousness and resonated with the slightest amount of spiritual power reserved therein. When this act of “glowing” was completed, the cognitive branding of the main nucleus was activated and no one could ever take control of it from Grimm again.

Of course, this is also a necessary process for private demon puppets. Much of the statues or puppet creatures made by the puppet masters, because of the frequent need to convert manipulative objects, change the brand of consciousness to the symbolic control. The Puppeteer refines the control script into a token, talisman style that is easy to carry and transfer, and then openly sells it. Anyone with control symbols can give orders to statues or puppet creatures.

From this point of view, the statue is far from as “loyal” as the puppet!

Grimm, full of heart, had just returned to the door of her residence and was encountering Mary, who was dragging her tired body back. Despite the red skirt, the dense and numb scars on Mary were still clearly discernable, and even her beautiful and sophisticated face was covered with rolling wounds.

“What is wrong with you?” Grimm has been busy with her magic puppet for days and has not had time to follow Mary's every move, so she was shocked by her trauma.

“Huh, just a few minor injuries, that bastard is worse than me! If it hadn't been for its ability to help me master magical warfare skills, I would have sucked it to death!” Mary waved hard, biting her teeth and cursing. Although she speaks of strong scenery, Grimm, who is familiar with her personality, dares to assert that she must have lost the fight.

“Mary, you've been running into the Crera Mountains lately, so can you help me find a suitable practice opponent? Preferably at the quasi-witch level, and keep it a secret!” Grimm hesitated to say.

“Is your lightning giant built?” Marie's eyes shine.

“Built! But it has not been field-tested yet, for its strength..."

“That's good. Go, help me get revenge! ”

Mary, who has been living in the heat of the water lately, has been burning the flames of revenge in her heart. But with the idea of taking a group of people to surround the enemy, she never did. Hearing Grimm's request today, she turned around and rushed out of the Wizard's Tower without going back to the house to adjust her wounds.

Despite the strange eyes of the wizard apprentices around her, as soon as she rushed out of the wizard tower, Mary princess turned into a giant bloodsucking bat and grabbed Grimm's shoulders and rushed into the sky.

At this moment, it is dusk time, and the last gleaming clouds of Xia remain in the dark sky. The distant Krilla Mountains are like sleeping giants lying at the end of a dark sky.

And Marie was flying in the direction of the mountains.

Since Mary last drank Alice's blood, her strength and physique have improved considerably. She used to fly hard with Grimm, gliding almost as low as the treetops. And now, when she slapped the leather manta wings, she actually took Grimm up to nearly 100 meters and flew forward as fast as an arrow.

Grimm could barely open his eyes when the wet wind slapped his face with a hint of cold night breeze. He had to bring the dwarf engineering goggles again, which made him feel better.

With his microscopic vision of the goggles, he overlooks the earth, and on the edge of the dark woodlands, countless fires are rushing the dragon to the Wizard Tower.

These should be the expeditions that go deep in the mountains every day to hunt down monsters and search for witchcraft.

Grimm's heart was still sinking, and Mary had taken him across the night sky quickly, flying over the heads of those expeditions.

The sky is not yet black, and apparently some of the expeditions on the ground have found anomalies in the sky. As they shouted, several leading figures also looked out into the sky. But instead of waiting for them to find that little black spot that blended into the dark sky, Mary had taken Grimm deep into the mountains.

Where Mary needs to go is more than 70 miles in a straight line from the Wizard Tower. If you walk across the mountain forest on the ground, you don't have half a day to do it. But on Mary, it's only three minutes.

This is a small hillbilly near the high mountains, and Marie flew here with Grimm and began to descend slowly. Above the hill is an open space half the size of a soccer field, which, although full of wild grass and bushes, is not as good as it looks, and at first glance it looks very soft.

Dropping Grimm on the grass, the bloodsucking bat exploded in red smoke and instantly turned back into Mary the Red.

“Torell, you bastard, get out of here! Mary in red is here to avenge you again!” As soon as she recovered her figure, Mary slipped her waist in and roared out loud. Her pointy, sharp voice swirled in the dark mountain forest and she could almost hear the echoes of the distant layers.

What is this doing?

At this moment, Grimm's whole brain was covered in laughter at Marie's actions.

He had heard that Mary was searching everywhere for the right opponent to practice close combat skills, but even if she was in a hurry, she shouldn't have come to this remote mountain forest to find her! What else can she find here besides the beasts and warcraft in the jungle? Not that she's been practicing against a warcraft!

Grimm shook his head with infinite thoughts and grinned. He was going to say something to stop Mary's nonsense, but with a low sigh, a Qiwei orthodontic figure drilled out of the mountain forest and appeared on the high post.

Above the sky, the black cloud floats, and the silver moon disc drills out of the cloud, casting a clean moonlight over the opponent's body.

This is a beautiful, well-proportioned man on the Great Coast, dark green eyes, shady face, full of green armor, at first glance is a powerful figure based on melee.

When they first appeared, they had a gentle smile on their face, obviously intending to have a good conversation with Mary. But when he found out that Mary wasn't the only one on the high post, his face turned cold and looked far at Grimm, silently not knowing what he was wearing.

“Torrell, I've always said that if you want me to be your woman, then you really want to persuade me! I found you an opponent today. As long as you can beat him, I'll do what you ask! Well, that's not a tough condition, is it? You're not afraid of an intermediate apprentice, are you?” Mary stuck her waist in the wind and yelled, ignoring Grimm's crying expression.

Since when did this Mary come up with a suitor? Looking at each other like that, he should also be a sorcerer apprentice, just wondering why this guy was living in the wilderness. Look at the strength level...

Grim frowned and wrinkled.

This guy had strange mental fluctuations, but the chip feed back confirmed that he was a quasi-woman.

When Grimm was watching each other with a good eye, the man with the green armor was also silently measuring Grimm.

“You got a man in your mouth, is that the weak little guy? His spiritual fluctuations are so confusing, he must have been forced up by drugs, too? What's a weak dish like this worth your liking? Can't he stop you from kissing your soul? His skinny bones can hold you back for a few sips..." The more angry the man with the green armor was, the more angry he was, the more angry he was at the end.

Oh, it's the enemy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Grimm looked at the green man with a strange smile on his face, but before he could say a word or two, something incredible had happened to him.

The green armored man's figure expanded slowly, squeaking straight through the loose armor. Countless thick, thick, hard hairs drilled under his skin, while his face twisted suddenly before he began, and two sharp fangs raged out of his mouth. Most notable were his eyes, and the two dark green rays of light became brighter and brighter. By the end, the silver moon, which had covered the sky, depressed Grimm's mind.

In less than five years, the man with the green armor turned into a fierce monkey more than 4 meters tall and huge.