Age of Adepts

The magic marshes are still as damp and dim as a pool of stinking dead water every day.

But beneath the cloudy, filthy pool of water, a terrible dark stream is pouring.

The associate apprentices, all trapped on the ground floor day and night, were envious of the formal apprentices who walked in front of them with high toes every day. But how did they know that a storm of death was coming at them that was enough to destroy everything?

And in this storm, those who were not prepared enough were not spared.

In such a harsh environment for another 10 days, a terrible day has finally arrived!

It was a dark, cold morning, and most apprentices were still immersed in sweet dreams, while the terrible Anderson wizard had just completed the construction and modification of the Mysterious Witchcraft.

As soon as it emerged from that particularly enclosed alien space, Anderson Wizard's spiritual power quickly embedded into the control core of the tower, taking all the information out of the tower.

These days he has been busy in different spaces and has not had a thorough understanding of outside information. But by virtue of his supreme authority as a tower wizard, nothing in this tower can hide from his perception and snooping.

Perhaps in response to his cold spiritual spying insinuation, those quasi-woman spiritual sources have become active, seemingly awakened from their sleep.

Hmm, since the target audience should be there, the day of the plan implementation should be today instead of the day of collision!

The skinny, dry Anderson wizard wears a pointed cap, a grey wizard robe, stands silently in the control hall of the tower, his hands swinging in unison, stirring up one glorious spell after another in the void. As soon as these spells appear, they disappear instantly, and the tower starts to tremble slightly.

Under the control of the Anderson Wizard, the entire magic swamp was heavily covered in mist, and even those conspicuous entrances and exits were hidden. And the tower was lit up with a slight vibration.

High-towered green stones exude a refreshing and desolate magical fluorescence as the energy of the raging elements flows through. The spirits of the dead, usually hidden in the depths of the swamp, began to roam around the tall tower, constantly sending out this heartwarming ghost.

The horrible monsters who were trapped all over the magical marshes and signed witchcraft contracts with the marsh towers became manic and active, leaving the nest, gathering around the towers and guarding against any outsiders approaching.

A layer of magic glitter haunts the tower, and countless witchcraft traps and magic apparatuses have been activated. All magic doors and secret passages to and from the tower have been sealed, and even the numerous narrow windows on the tower have been blocked by countless transparent air barriers.

Almost at the same time, all the high tower apprentices were confined to their places and could no longer move.

“Entique, bring them all!” Anderson coldly commanded.

With his voice, the evil worm Ntik, who had been sitting in the Chamber of Secrets like a dead man, raised his head with a blazing and bright soul fire in his eyes. Under his command, countless scorpions burst out and instantly flooded the corridor.

A gateway to an apprentice's residence, protected by countless witchcraft shields, was opened, and the tidal scorpion swarmed in and quickly swept out, wrapped around an apprentice.

With the aid of many scorpions in Entik, all the high tower apprentices were centrally transported to the fifth floor, the high level of the witch tower that they had never set foot on.

On the fifth floor, in the spacious and bright Magic Hall, the scorpions poured in and brought in all the tall tower apprentices. Three quasi-wolf apprentices, such as Grimm, are even more at the forefront, as a mummy, bound by translucent air shackles and tight eyes.

To avoid trouble, the Anderson Wizard used the power of coma marks to send all apprentices into their dreams.

Until all the men were in place, the Anderson Wizard flew into the lobby and looked down at the sleepless high tower apprentice with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Don't pretend you're asleep. You think I can't feel your stupid spiritual fluctuations? In front of a wizard, all your tricks are useless! ”

After listening to Anderson, the top three prospective witches opened their eyes simultaneously.

“Dear Lord Anderson, don't you know what you're trying to do? You don't want to kill all the high tower apprentices here, do you? How else would you explain that to the Sarubo family?” Grimm struggled a few times to break the shackles on his body and questioned Anderson in anger.

“Huh! Family? Until I break that shackle with your flesh and soul, I will also be a great 2nd order wizard. At that time, I was too late for the Sarubo clan to knock me out, and would you question me about your sorcerer apprentices? ”

“What, are you really gonna kill us all? I...”

Lazy enough to listen to another dying lamb, Anderson single-handedly softened, a silent spell instantly fell on Grimm, causing him to lose his voice.

And Mary and that Alice struggled one by one, but couldn't break free from the straitjacket.

The Anderson Wizard reached out and gently pointed, and the storage belt on Grimm instantly took off and landed in his hand. He closed his eyes and glanced a moment later, his palms flipped, a crystal clear and fluctuating demonic puppet nucleus appeared in his hand.

Such elemental puppet treasures are rare even in the hands of official wizards, and if Grimm's brand of consciousness can be erased, he may be able to add a free servant to himself. It was easy to seal this wizard's core and Anderson put it in his arms with a smile on his face.

Looking around again, it felt like nothing was missing, and the Anderson Wizard was holding his arms up. As strong space fluctuations swept, the entire hall was wrapped in soft white light. By the time the white light slowly converged, everyone was no longer on the fifth floor of the swamp tower, but in an unknown magic chamber.

The magic chamber is not small enough to be as big as three soccer fields, and in the middle of the chamber, a triangular, bizarre altar stands. The altar is small but divided into three floors, each with an altitude of about 2 meters, connected by a 10 step.

On every layer of the altar, the stone walls converge with different shapes, sophisticated and realistic faces embossed, or pain, or crying, or crying, or grieving... the expression is different, but only wonderful, as if it were poured on it with a living person, and it is a marvellous chestnut!

Anderson flew to the top of the altar, where he stood steadily. With an obscure spell of witchcraft sounding through the heavens and the earth, this magic chamber was completely sealed in the rumbling shock and all connections were broken with the outside world.

It is also an insurance measure for Anderson.

To avoid outside interference, he temporarily closed the space. Until he succeeds in the Blood Festival, no individual can escape from this place. Perhaps by this time tomorrow, the first step toward opening this space will be a reborn Anderson, a second-degree wizard!

At that time, all those who looked down on him would bow their heads under his shining light and pay their respects to him with fear. And the whole scattered Tallinn will celebrate the birth of a new second-degree wizard!

With an infinite vision for the future, Anderson leaned down and swept over the lying wizard apprentices, unwrapping the chain of wind on Mary.

At the first moment of her freedom, Mary's body grew lighter and lighter, almost instantly pounding in front of Anderson, her bloody sharp fingernails crossed his throat at at an elusive rate.

Without that weird transparent barrier, maybe Mary has a real chance of hurting Anderson. Unfortunately, in the face of an old wizard who had been promoted for over 300 years, Mary's surprise was no faster than Anderson's spirit.

Shua shua...

After countless vertical and vertical claw marks appeared on the clear air barrier, Mary bit the teeth off and attacked desperately, but still could not break through the thin protective barrier.

Supported by an entire swamp tower behind it, pure magical energy continues to flow across space, continuously injecting clear air barriers outside Anderson. Unless Mary's attack is strong enough to break this barrier, she will not be able to deplete the wind system energy above the barrier at all, with subsequent energy supplements.

“My beautiful and elegant personal servant, do not bind your wild and free nature, renounce your pointless resistance, from now on, continue to crawl under your great Lord Anderson's feet...”

As Anderson's wizard muttered a whisper on the altar, and Marie shook herself in a wild attack, the scarlet's blood eyes instantly grew white. And she unconsciously stopped.

“That's right, that's right! Go, go... below the altar are the countless lambs I have prepared for you, taste their blood, let the hot blood warm your cold body again..."

Mary's beautiful face revealed a bitter struggling divinity, but her personal will was not worth mentioning under the spell of the Anderson Wizard. Without three fingers, her subject consciousness was overturned by rolling vampire instincts.

Mary's larynx squeaked lightly, flashed down the altar, lay down on a nearest wizard apprentice, and burst into each other's carotid artery as soon as her raging, blood-sucking fangs flashed outside her lips. The apprentice who woke up from his sleep cried out loud, but his cry for help and struggle did nothing. After a moment, his voice slowed down.

By the time Mary leaves his body and jumps to the next goal, she will be able to see the sweet smile on the apprentice's face, drained of blood, as if she were immersed in a happy dream.