The Wizarding Age

Vassero.

In a luxurious secret room on the second floor of the ship.

Grimm sat at the desk in the corner of the bedroom, silently flipping through the book of darkness with the light from the small lighting crystal.

The book of darkness is indeed Grimm's soul weapon, especially after swallowing the holy book of wisdom, it has a strange and incomparable wisdom attribute. Grimm now flips through the book of darkness every day, reading and forcibly memorizing the contents.

And when he flips through it, the content presented on the pages is different every time.

Most of the time, it is just one or two sentences without a clue, and sometimes there are even strange symbols and weird spells. After chip analysis, it is initially determined that these are fragments of some kind of high-level knowledge.

In terms of individual knowledge, each of these fragments is fragmented, even reversed, and the order is chaotic. There is also a lot of special knowledge and various errors in the different planes. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack for ordinary wizards to parse out the truly useful content from it. The difficulty can be imagined.

However, Grimm has the help of the chip, so he does not need to slowly decipher and analyze these chaotic knowledge by himself, but only needs to memorize them and store them in the chip database. As for the subsequent sorting and analysis, all are done by the chip.

Therefore, this book of filth and darkness, which is like a hypnotic heavenly book, still has a lot of gains after he persists in reading it for a long time.

And such a terrible reading experience is also a kind of training for his mental power.

Therefore, in the long time after obtaining the book of filth and darkness, Grimm's three things every day are: meditation, reading and witchcraft experiments.

In many cases, eating, sleeping, and entertainment, which are essential activities for ordinary humans, are dispensable for high-level wizards. They can even go without food, drink, or sleep for several months in a row, busy with their mysterious and profound witchcraft experiments.

Only when the mental power can't hold up will they take a short break to restore the accumulated fatigue in the spirit and body.

Many high-level wizards have even changed their own energy cycle, using high-purity energy crystals to replace the cumbersome and primitive eating and digestion systems.

For them, all the pleasures and happiness in the secular world are so insignificant that they can even be ignored.

The power of the secular emperors who can make thousands of people fall to the ground with a single word; the magnificent and luxurious banquets, the endless aftertaste of fine wines, the bold and unrestrained beautiful ladies who gently wave their fans, the shy girls who are as pure and lovely as deer, the rare treasures from all corners of the world, and the flattery and admiration of the nobles with flattering expressions

All of them, for them, are not as happy and intoxicated as any tiny improvement and progress in their witchcraft experiments.

Their life trajectory has deviated from the scope and height of ordinary people's cognition, and they have become a group of ascetics who recognize the world and pursue knowledge and truth.

If low- and middle-level wizards are just a group of moles struggling in the plane world, then high-level wizards have experienced the diversity of the other planes, witnessed the strange and gorgeous outside the domain, and experienced the storm baptism of the endless sea of ​​stars. Their perspectives and levels of looking at life, the world, and power have transcended the constraints of the plane, and can almost be regarded as another life form at a different latitude from low- and middle-level wizards.

Ants will be overjoyed to find a drop of honey for themselves, but at this time, the lion has already climbed to the top of the high cliff, roaring with pride and pride at this world and the thousands of weak lives living in it.

The difference in life, power, and pattern has also created a different life!

Even if we put an ant in the position of a lion, can its weak eyesight see the deer herds running and surging dozens of miles away? Can its tiny strength resist the fierce wind blowing in the face? Facing all this, will it be scared to death or feel proud that the earth is under its control?

All this is unknown, but also known!

Grimm can achieve his current achievements, which certainly has the advantage of the soul-crossing thought and the powerful assistance of the chip. However, in the final analysis, most of the credit still belongs to Grimm's strict self-discipline and strong sense of crisis.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have been unable to suppress their inner restlessness and hunger, and they couldn't wait to enjoy the fullness of power, and they would be eager to taste the various beauties everywhere.

A 4th-level wizard is already the top power in the plane!

If you don't enjoy it now, when will you enjoy it?

Moreover, with the dazzling titles of 4th-level wizard, super strong, legendary wizard, even the most beautiful girl or witch will flatter you and obey you. Without a strong heart and a strong will, who can resist such a charming temptation?

However, Grimm did it.

There is a small porthole on the side of the ship, just above the desk.

At this time, the night is deep, and the huge moon disk hanging high in the sky scatters silver bright moonlight, which shines on Grimm through the porthole.

For some reason, the moonlight today is a little hazy, and it has a hint of charming flavor.

Grimm looked up at the bright moon and vaguely felt a breath of law fluctuations.

Before he could react, the scene and colors in front of him suddenly darkened. The light and shadow floated in the cabin, and the colorful mist dispersed. Two voluptuous girls wearing light and soft gauze, with the best figure and appearance appeared out of thin air and began to sing and dance.

Immediately, a beautiful and mysterious woman stepped out of the depths of the mist and slowly appeared in front of Greem.

A thin gauze was covered on her face, covering her beautiful and voluptuous face, revealing only a pair of impressive sea-blue eyes. A transparent diamond-shaped crystal was inlaid on her forehead, shining with dark and deep eyes. Strange luster.

Her body was filled with that strange law fluctuation that was unforgettable for a long time.

She is a witch, and she is a level 4 witch who has mastered the power of powerful laws!

How did the other party infiltrate the Vassello?

A hint of confusion arose in Greem's heart, and he couldn't help but look around quietly.

Sure enough, only three strange witches with mysterious origins and myself were left in the entire scene. And everything else is quickly fading and disappearing

The floor, the wooden table, the walls of the warehouse, the big bed, and the two pots of green plants placed in the corner were all blurred and then exploded into colorful smoke, making the entire space even more hazy and illusory.

Greem tried calling the chip, but there was no response.

He immediately realized that this was no longer the original material world, and his spiritual consciousness had been dragged into a special spiritual illusion by some means.

And the most suspicious thing is of course the strange law ripples that are constantly vibrating in the opponent's body!

"You must be Greem! You are indeed not afraid of death. Even after being so seriously injured, you still dare to come out and run around." The beautiful witch's lips parted slightly. She looked gentle and gentle on the outside, but the words she spoke were... The outsider is frightened: "Aren't you afraid that you will die on the way?"

Greem kept scanning the surroundings and called on his power several times, but was unable to ignite even a small flame. It is as if this void has been completely controlled by the enemy, and there is not even a trace of flame energy.

However, the law of fire is not affected by time, space, and illusions. It gathers and appears around Greem, condensing into a layer of four-color witchcraft protection.

Seeing the flames of law suddenly appearing around Greem, the beautiful witch chuckled: "I wonder why you are so courageous. It turns out you are relying on the power of law!"

Immediately, her beautiful eyes glanced at Greem several times, and she couldn't help but admire: "A young wizard who has just been promoted for less than two hundred years can actually push the power of law to such an extent. It’s admirable. However, if you only have this little strength, I’m afraid it will still be difficult to walk out of this dream alive today.”

"Dream?" Greem was slightly startled.

To be honest, he always thought that the other party had used some means to pull his spiritual consciousness into some illusion. But from what the other party meant, it seemed that this was not an illusion, but a dream.

Doesn't that mean that in reality, I am dreaming?

Greem smiled slightly, took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and began to call for his own weapons.

The next second, there was a burst of brilliance, and the Book of Darkness emerged in his left hand with a deep black light. The right hand was still empty, and there was no shadow of the fire coral witch staff.

It seems that this dream has isolated all spiritual connections between himself and the outside world. Except for the Book of Darkness, which belongs to his soul and cannot be isolated, the other equipment and weapons are not aware of their own shortcomings, so they cannot be realized. Out.

"Soul weapon?" The beautiful witch was stunned again: "I didn't expect that in addition to the power of law, you actually have such a high-level soul weapon in your hand. Okay, let's have a serious fight in this dream. Bar!"

After saying this, the beautiful witch took a step back, and the colorful mist suddenly surged around her, completely covering her figure. At the same time, the two beautiful girls who were singing and dancing were slowly approaching Greem while smiling coquettishly.

Inexplicably, a cold murderous intent penetrated into the depths of the soul.

But in reality, Greem was still sitting at the wooden table, holding the non-existent Book of Darkness in his hands, his eyes were dull and scattered, and a gentle snore sounded strangely from his nostrils.

The bright moon in the sky is still so bright and beautiful.

But this empty cabin was filled with a chilling murderous intent!