Age of Adepts

In a puff of thick black smoke, Greem rushed out coughing all the way.

Beside him, the turbulent swarm of insects swirled like a wave, and the figure of a high-ranking insect general could be seen looming around him.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." Greem hurriedly explained: "It was just a small accident when I was experimenting with witchcraft just now, and no foreign enemies invaded. Okay, you all retreat!"

Naturally, most of the Scarlet Wizards present did not believe Greem's explanation.

However, the Patriarch gave orders, and they naturally obeyed them awe-inspiringly.

The magic energy of the magic cannon on the giant floating ship began to fade away, and the crimson wizards riding on the side of the flying monster Panfei returned to the station in an orderly manner.

Amos, who was as huge as a hill and surrounded by dazzling electric light, landed beside Greem, exchanged information with him, and after confirming that there was no problem, he moved away from Thunder, put away Longwei, and lay down on the ground. Start to close your eyes and take a nap on the golden square.

And the swarm of black bugs coiling around Greem also gathered together like a whirlwind, and turned into a black-robed body again, the bug witch Billis without a trace.

They came in a hurry, but they could only stand in the distance with Clara and the others with their hands tied, and then slowly flew to Greem.

"Master Greem, there is nothing we need to do, right?" Clara stood up and looked at Greem curiously.

Those present are all the top wizards of this plane. Although their strength varies, their vision is first-class.

They could tell that Greem's body still had scorching marks left by lightning burns, but from the strength analysis, it should be just a joke. Because this kind of attack can hardly hurt Greem apart from making him look ashamed.

If someone really wanted to attack and kill Greem, they would definitely not use such a head-on-tail attack method.

But even so, the blood on Milva's face had faded, and his hands hidden in the witch robe trembled inexplicably.

No wonder he was so frightened. At that moment just now, once the gun was ignited, his Anemdo Academy would probably become a historical term in a few fingers. Even in the eyes of a Tier 4 wizard like him, the attack deterrent power displayed by the opponent's fleet in a split second is chilling.

"Master Greem..." Milwa walked over tremblingly.

Regarding Milwa's 'weakness', although there are many fourth-level wizards present, none of them would underestimate him because of this. Without it, this is almost the place where all Milwa's cronies live together. Once a war breaks out, his family will disappear in smoke.

Not to mention Mirva, if any of the fourth-level wizards present, I am afraid that it would be difficult for them to bear the heavy blow of the instant destruction of the entire family. Most of them have no hope of advancing, and their family and clan are all they have!

Flames rolled over Greem's body, and he was instantly covered in a bright red witch robe. He glanced apologetically at the terrified Mirva, then glanced around at the people who were slowly surrounding him, and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing... just a small experiment backfired, but luckily it didn't cause any disadvantages." Influence. It's late at night, everyone go back to rest! If there is anything, we will talk about it tomorrow..."

Since Greem had already said so, everyone had no choice but to disperse.

It's just that such an accident happened suddenly, and it's unknown how many people can rest peacefully and normally.

The Anemdo College under the night is actually a microcosm of Sandi Tallinn at this moment.

The entire central part of the continent was actually overwhelmed by Greem's pseudo-superpower-level strength. He was obviously unwilling, but he was unwilling to waste his precious life to collide head-on with Greem.

Thus, a Sandi Tallinn with families everywhere and numerous witch towers swallowed their anger and surrendered to Greem's 'excessive power'!

Due to the lack of time to run in, such an alliance obviously does not have much centripetal force. Most of the alliance members are also half-hearted and will not surrender to Greem wholeheartedly.

Under such circumstances, Greem must maintain his strength!

Only if he continues to be strong can he deter this group of distracted speculators and let them promote the reform of the central region in the direction guided by the Crimson family.

Therefore, at any time, Greem must not fall, let alone fail!

Once he showed a weak appearance, the pack of wolves in front of him might come back anytime and anywhere.

Fortunately, Greem's current power has already surpassed all the wizards in the central region, and the enemies who can really threaten him are not inside, but outside...

Greem returned to his residence under the protection of the worm witch Billis.

Before leaving, Greem stood still and looked at the eastern sky.

There, close to the horizon, a purple star shone brightly, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Greem took a deep breath, suppressing the disturbed mood in his heart.

At that moment just now, an inexplicable coldness overflowed from the depths of the void and swept over his body. He could perceive that this was a warning message sent by the consciousness of the plane through the law of fire under his control.

Danger comes from the east!

That's the territory of the Wizarding Association!

Could it be that they were still not reconciled to beating Servoris away, and they were planning to send new strong men to trouble themselves?

After all, Greem is not a prophet. Although he is alert to unknown dangers, it is difficult to obtain more detailed information through the power of the illusory law. Usually when encountering similar things, he would try to contact Alice and listen to her opinions carefully.

But he just 'offended' the other party tonight, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get a single word from her in a short time.

So Greem could only shake his head secretly, trying his best to prevent possible attacks with his own abilities.

…………

And at the moment Greem vaguely raised the warning sign, Witch Gloria had just returned to the Wizarding Association through the portal.

Overlooking the tower, seven hundred and twenty-first floor.

A light blue teleportation light door vibrates in the stone room, and a beautiful light belt like a dazzling aurora floats from inside. The band of light floats and cruises in the stone room, and whenever the edge touches the surrounding stone walls, a rock-solid barrier of time and space will float above it.

The band of light and the space-time barrier slowly shrank back as soon as they touched, and continued to float in the stone room as if nothing had happened.

Several fourth-level wizards standing outside looked at these light belts, but there was a look of vigilance and fear in their eyes.

Because they are the torrent of time in the legend, they often appear at the junction of two planes with different attributes.

Although these bands of light are so mesmerizing and gorgeous, they are an out-and-out dangerous thing.

The torrent of time is born and annihilated, ten thousand years in a flash, and the flow of time inside is completely different from the outside world.

Once any living body is involved in the torrent of time, it will be affected by the unique flow of time inside. Or time stagnates and is trapped inside forever; or time goes backwards, and I retreat silently to a certain moment in the past; or in the blink of an eye, my short life is exhausted and I become a pile of dry bones... …

It is precisely because of the chaos and elusiveness of the torrent of time that it has become a forbidden place that plane creatures dare not touch.

Even if a level 4 wizard falls into the torrent of time without preparation, there is a high chance of dying in it.

Therefore, looking at the torrent of time lingering around the ultra-long-distance portal in the teleportation room, even the senior leaders of the association present were a little frightened, lest there be something wrong with the time-space barrier in front of them.

A hurricane of energy suddenly blew up in the teleportation room, and the light blue ultra-long-range teleportation door began to vibrate violently. A gust of void storm blows in from the opened blue light film. If it weren't for the protection of the surrounding witch formations, the teleportation room and even the entire observation tower would have to endure the baptism of the energy storm.

Finally, when the teleportation door vibrated to a certain extreme, the light film was glowing with purple light, and a human figure who was neither tall nor short penetrated directly and appeared in the teleportation room.

This layer of purple light seems to be the manifestation of some kind of strange law, not only blocking the scouring of the turbulent energy tide, but also blocking the invasion of the beautiful light belt of the torrent of time.

After a while, the phantom figure stabilized its body, strode out of the teleportation room, and then completely appeared in front of everyone.

"Gloria, you're finally back!" Domhnall, who presided over the overall affairs of the association, stood at the front to welcome him.

"Welcome back, Sister Gloria!" Another petite girl threw herself into the arms of the purple light figure, her voice was relaxed, and she seemed to have an extraordinary relationship with it.

The other three fourth-level associations surrounded by the side also nodded their heads.

"Welcome Lady Gloria!"

"welcome……"

Just as the crowd gathered together, Mustang's ugly voice like a drake suddenly came from the corridor in the distance.

"Goria is back...Goria is back...my little baby, come to my arms and let me see if your skin has been roughened by the extraterrestrial storm..."

Hearing this almost death-seeking nonsense, the expressions of all the people present became ugly.

Goliath, who had just dispelled the lingering space-time turbulence around her body, dissipated the purple light from her bodyguard, and her face became distorted and hideous.

In the next second, she had thrown away her younger sister who was in her arms, and punched Mustang's big ugly face head-on, blasting it into the stone wall on one side, and then slammed it hard Got a kick.

Boom...

The whole tower trembled slightly.

And everyone's eyes couldn't help but jump up...

Sure enough, Mustang was still reckless as always, and Lady Gloria was also as indifferent as ever.

As soon as this evil god returns, I am afraid that the association will also be "lively" for a while!