Age of Adepts

In a dark, damp room, a bloody sorceress catches a glimpse.

This is a mysterious array of witches painted with the blood of seven monsters. All the scriptures and magic lines that make up the Witch Front are drawn from blood, with a little bit of blood in the warmth, and a hint of evil in the weird.

And in the corner of the room, there were countless swamp monsters throwing away their dry bodies. The death form was miserable, seven vertical and eight, and it was unsightly.

And Krusa the Eagle Eye, one of the top three apprentices of the former tower, sits in a spiritual ring in the middle of the Witch Front, and his body is filled with bloody stinking monster blood. And on the outskirts of the Witch Front, the Mad Girl stands silently with her sword, wondering what she's thinking.

Soon, as a strange rumbling emerged from the Witch Array, countless blackfeather-eyed crows flew in through the open narrow windows and plunged straight into this bloody Witch Array.

Every red-eyed crow that plunges into the Witch Formation will burst into flesh and blood, and black bird feathers will be sprinkled in the ocean, before landing into the surrounding smoke. And their flesh turns into a myriad of snake-skinned blood serpents, surrounded by the circle of the hawkeye crusade.

When the number of blood snakes gathered was high enough, Crusader flashed away from the center of the ring and appeared beside the madman.

“Well, the Witchcraft is up and running, you're next!” Cruisa looked around at everything in the room, nodded satisfactorily and smiled with a frightening smile on her face.

Even after the final moment, the Mad Girl still hesitated and couldn't help but ask: "Cruisa, are you sure this Blood Festival Witch Formation will stimulate my physical growth? Why do I feel so dangerous in this witchcraft? ”

Cruisa sneered: “By the time we get to this stage, gaining strength without paying a price is a daydream! Which Blood Sacrifice is not dangerous? This is the only Blood Festival Witchcraft we can help you with! If it weren't for the fact that this Blood Festival Witchcraft enhancement was mainly focused on physical fitness, do you think I'd give you such a generous chance to improve your strength? Remember, if you become a quasi-wolf queen, you must help me with that task! ”

The madman's fierce face flashed with a certain fortitude, no longer hesitating. With the loud and dull bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

As she sat on the central leg of the ring, Cruisa's red eyes flashed a hint of cold and her lips burst into a low, dull whistle.

As a result, the red-eyed crows poured out of the window became more dense and more and more blood snakes accumulated outside the ring. Thousands of heads accumulated, red blood body, dense and numb, stacked, makes the back heart look cold.

The madman sitting in the ring immediately perceived the raging wave of blood pouring wildly into her body, and her long-standing physical factors, stimulated by the wave of blood, revived again and began to grow slowly and firmly.

The madman deliberately suppressed the body's rejection of these foreign forces, leaving the bloodwave sweeping through her body and mind.

But at the same time as her strength grew, the Mad Girl noticed a hint of inappropriateness.

While stimulating her physical potential, the blood wave seems to be slowly eroding her nervous system, allowing her control of her body to begin to slip in a straight line.

This… this seems to be a little different from the process that Hawkeye Cruiser painted himself?

The madman sat tall and wanted to question Crusader. But with one mouth, I realized that my facial nerves were completely paralyzed and I couldn't make any noise. And when she wanted to stand up, she realized that all parts of her body were disjointed and no longer manipulated by her will.

The madman's heart beat wildly, trying to twist her face before all her strength disappeared, so that she could see the crusader.

Cruisa was standing on the edge of the Witchcraft, staring at her with a strange smile, and his once bloody eyes turned turquoise. As Cruisa opened her mouth slightly, a strange wormhead came out of it, and her stubborn mouthpiece and numerous eyeballs made her see the cold hair vertical.

Perhaps the time has come for that scorpion sharp limb to jump out of Cruisa's mouth and quickly pull the floor, step on the creeping blood snake and climb under the feet of the madman.

Restricting many blood snakes to the outer circle was not effective for this scorpion, swinging its shell quickly and climbing all the way up to her mouth along the madman's strong body. Crazy woman desperately wants to bite her teeth tight, unfortunately the feeling of numbness prevents her from doing so. The scorpion ripped her mouth off with a fine stitch and immediately drilled in without hesitation.

The furious, angry madman instantly understood everything.

Evil Bug Entik!

He's behind it!

The flames of fury burned her body and mind, and powerful consciousness controlled every drop of the bloody energy in her body. Unfortunately, when she was about to succeed in regaining control of her body, her body shook violently like a sieve of bran, and it took a long time before calm returned.

The madman stood up calmly and when she opened her eyes, her pupils seemingly grew green.

And when the Mad Girl and Eagle Eye Crusader were facing each other, their mouths were stretched open, revealing a hideously ugly head.

Meanwhile, the whole swamp tower is in many dark corners, with some scary ugly scorpions lurking in silence. They either hide beneath the bed boards of the apprenticeship, or in the darkest corners of the room, silently watching every witch apprentice move.

If any apprentice falls into a deep sleep, they climb out silently, along the legs of the bed, along the soft mattress, a little closer to each other. Once they catch the chance, they burst quickly into each other's mouths at the fastest possible speed.

Many apprenticeship residences are filled with hoarse whispers and struggling with nausea, but nothing can help. Their pipes drummed high and a small bag drilled inside quickly. In a moment's time, these angry struggling apprentices will once again return to calm and lie back in bed quietly to sleep.

And inside them, a stealthy wormhead is dancing its own tentacles with joy!

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Inside the bloody stinking nest of the evil worm NTIKNA.

Entique is still wrapped around that thick black robe, with his hood sitting in the middle of the chamber with a low end and his creeping body without half a filament of anger.

As long as Master Anderson does not give him any orders, he remains so, mechanically fed, rested, bred, catalyzed. All the scorpions were divided and bred by him, and just inside his chest like that of a pregnant woman, countless young scorpions continued to divide and multiply, and then gathered to kill and devour.

Only those strong enough scorpions can devour a sufficient number of companions to climb out of Ntik's body and feed into the dense and numb tide of worms in the Chamber.

And at the corner of the Chamber, a bunch of scorpions clustered together to form a new tide of worms, and the two tides split apart from each other and never mixed together. And at the heart of the new bug tide, the weird bug that carries the Ntick subject consciousness is constantly slightly hissing, maintaining a secret spiritual connection with the splinter scattered throughout the marsh tower.

In its perception, the sorcerer apprentice from all over the tower is falling one after the other, which also allows its spiritual touch angle to extend uncontrollably to every remote corner.

But its separatist army is not indiscriminate, and every individual invades. Instead, it targets the wizard apprentices with basic power, and as for the human slaves at the bottom, it doesn't waste its power on them at all. And the incursion, which spread to the whole tower, deliberately avoided several specific targets and did not wipe out all the tall tower apprentices.

Grimm, Mary, Alice, and Dixie Cabi, these four special individuals became special cases in a group of insects, without noticing any change in the outside world.

And the subjective consciousness of Ntik, which implicitly manipulates all of this, accumulates its power silently, and once that terrible moment arrives, these individuals who manipulate the consciousness of the soul will be its fearless warriors. Although it has strategically cooperated with Grimm, while working together, it wants to keep some final chips for itself that can be used to flip.

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Goblin Kabi lies bored in his own little goblin shop.

These days are weird, and every one of the guys in the tower looks weird.

Several junior apprentices who had always circled around its small geographic shop on weekdays had also disappeared, and the swamp tower, which had just been buzzing for a few days, had once again become cold and clear.

As if they were in hibernation, the apprentices rarely went out in their homes. Occasionally I ran into one or two of them on the floor, and they were all passing faceless and I couldn't even say hello.

After a few days in such an atmosphere, Kabi became lazy, shut down the shop and started practicing disguise and partial deformation herself. Somehow, the other day, the master secretly gave it a mission. It needs a lot of hard work to get there!

Back at home, all the magic shields were turned on, and Carby carefully pulled out the magic wand and performed a disguise on herself. Under the control of witchcraft forces, its body began to change slowly.

The ugly, low body stretched a little and became somewhat like the target. Green skin is also gradually becoming white and delicate, with fragile blows. And more importantly, it's wrinkled and ugly, its mouth twisted and its face twisted and it faintly shows up as a cute little girl.

He looked down in front of the glass mirror and shook his head with dissatisfaction, squeezing the stick with his slender, white hands, constantly clicking and waving on himself. Every touch, a small local deformation technique brings its local body closer and closer to the image in mind.

After an hour of hard deformation, the dumb, ugly Goblin Kabi disappeared and Alice's arrogant figure appeared in the room.