The Wizarding Age

Outside the dark tower, a red-eyed crow silently glided across the night sky.

Suddenly, in a lighted room on the 4th floor of the quietly standing swamp tower, a blood-colored fluorescent light lit up, and with a whoosh, it came out of the window, blasting the red-eyed crow into a blood mist.

"Humph, this is the fourth one! What does that Hawkeye want to do?" Mary gently put away the blood bow in her hand and cursed angrily: "Do you need me to go and talk to him now?"

"It seems that they have joined forces again!" Grimm answered casually while busying himself.

Mary tilted her head to think about it, and nodded to agree with Grimm's point of view.

Hawkeye, one of the three strongest men in the past, is now at best a senior apprentice. If Mary is really angry, his eagle's nest will be demolished in minutes! Since the other party dared to send these miscellaneous soldiers to monitor them again and again, there must be someone behind them supporting them. At this time, the only one who could do this in the swamp tower was the evil insect Entik.

Most of the residences on the 4th floor were provided for formal wizards, so in addition to the super luxurious and comfortable bedrooms, they were also equipped with a special study and a small laboratory. At this moment, Grimm was lying on the micro alchemy table meticulously, observing the changes of the drop of primordial blood through a special witch array.

For several consecutive days, he tried almost all witchcraft methods to activate the genetic activity of this drop of primordial blood. In the end, he found that only blood full of energy could save this drop of primordial blood. So, Grimm cut his wrist and poured his blood full of fire energy into the culture tube.

Soon, he got a tube of slightly mutated blood.

No, seriously, this is not like a tube of blood, but more like a blood monster trapped in a test tube.

The blood injected by Grimm was quickly swallowed by the primordial blood, and then contaminated and mutated into vampire blood that was exactly the same as himself. Although the fire energy in Grimm's blood also killed a large number of vampire blood factors, the fire energy was neutralized under the attack of the blood factors that continued to infect, and all of Grimm's blood was infected and mutated.

Then, this tube of blood became a blood monster that seemed to have self-awareness, constantly pulling out sharp needle-like tentacles from its sticky blood body, stabbing the solid wall of the sulfide test tube frantically. If the sulfide tube wall was not as solid as the magic alloy, I'm afraid they would really escape.

While observing their actions, Grimm was amazed.

It's amazing, it's amazing! In this strange world of high magic, even a drop of the original blood of a high-level vampire can show such terrifying destructive power. It can be imagined that when a vampire injects this blood factor into the body of its prey, the enemy's life and death will be controlled by it.

Could it be that the secret of high-level vampires being able to create blood slaves on a large scale is hidden here?

After assimilating so much blood, the drop of primordial blood also hid itself deeply in the blood clot. If Grimm had not relied on the assistance of the chip and attached a trace of spiritual identification to it early, it would be difficult for him to find the true location of the primordial blood from the blood that was constantly deforming and changing its epidermal structure.

The energy needed for the crazy activity of the blood clot comes from the nutrients in the self-decomposition process of the internal blood factors. Therefore, the more violent its activity and the crazier its movements, the smaller its volume will be. It is like a burning flame, and the fuel is actually itself.

When it finally realized that it could not escape the predicament, the blood clot finally calmed down and began to enter a dormant state. At this time, it had changed from the size of an egg to the size of a thumb. According to the chip, this thumb-sized blood clot is enough to sustain its survival for half a year. Only when it encounters external stimulation will it re-enter the activated state.

Are vampires in the other world so scary? Or is there something special about the vampire that Anderson and his team are besieging?

No wonder Mary had some intellectual defects and became irritable after she was transformed into a vampire. Anyone who is filled with this kind of blood that may spontaneously combust at any time will find it difficult to be as calm and delicate as usual.

Based on the characteristics of this drop of original blood, Grimm has reason to suspect that when the owner of the blood is close enough, it is even possible to re-control this drop of blood, and then control the thinking consciousness and life of the blood host.

For this reason, Grimm has deeply searched all the records and experimental descriptions related to vampires, and pieced together the direction and path of the vampire clan's enhanced evolution bit by bit, trying to find ways and means for Mary to break through the current blood shackles.

After all, Mary is an alienated vampire. To put it bluntly, she is just a slightly higher-level blood slave. Once that high-level vampire appears in front of Mary, she may not even have the opportunity to control her own destiny. Therefore, the purpose of Grimm's crazy research on the original blood is to cut off the spiritual connection between the alienated blood and its source bloodline, so that she can become the true master of her body!

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At the entrance of the magic swamp.

It was still the desolate and desolate hillside.

With a sharp scream, a witch wearing a gray wizard robe and a gray pointed hat rode her flying broom down from the sky and stepped into this wilderness.

When she stepped off the broom with difficulty, a lively and lovely girl who looked like a doll jumped out from behind her. She was wearing a light yellow princess dress, had a baby face, was not tall, and held a golden birdcage in her hand. It was Alice who suffered a great loss in the magic swamp last time.

"Grandma, it's here!" Although Alice looked sweet, when she saw the familiar scene in front of her, hatred flashed in her blue eyes: "Those bastards who bullied me live in it!"

The witch who was called grandma by Alice looked very old.

Under the crooked and dirty pointed hat was an ugly and aging woman's face, with wrinkles like dry bark, a hooked nose like an eagle's beak, turbid gray eyes, and burnt and broken teeth. She was hunched over, leaning on the flying broom, and she couldn't help but gasp for a long time after a slight movement.

But such a weak old witch who could fall to the ground and die at any time had a powerful and frightening mental fluctuation.

When she panted for a while with her hand on the broom, she took out a dirty black pottery cake from her arms and ordered coldly: "Go, Alice, crush this into powder and sprinkle it in the swamp!"

Although the old witch's voice was old, her words were so powerful that people dared not disobey. Even Alice, such a cunning and treacherous woman, did not dare to disobey her will. She obediently held the pottery cake and walked to the front of the magic swamp, crushed it into powder, and sprinkled it into the water shrouded by thick fog.

While doing these tasks, Alice even laid a thin space barrier on her hands, never letting her skin touch the inconspicuous pottery cake. If an item taken out from the witch Endor's arms did not have a terrible poison on it, then the name of the poisonous witch would not be so loud!

As expected, not long after the pottery cake was scattered, a new mist rose from the wet swamp, and merged into the swamp mist bit by bit. As the new mist spread over a large area in the magic swamp, all the monsters living in this area suffered a catastrophe.

A red-eyed crow that landed on a ghost tree at the edge of the magic swamp was tilting its head and looking at the two suddenly appearing outsiders inexplicably. The fluffy black bird feathers suddenly exploded silently, and the bloody flesh and bone fragments turned into new blood mist and merged into the air.

Following the direction of the mist, all individuals with magic elements, whether plants or animals, exploded the moment they came into contact with the mist. However, the ordinary plants close to them were not affected at all.

So, as the invisible mist spread, the red-eyed crows, the killer trees, the vampire vines, the green-spotted snakes, the ghost women, the baby monsters, and even the parasitic magic insects suddenly exploded when they were free to move in their habitats. After a large number of monsters died, the remaining individuals were all guys with a keen sense of danger. They no longer cared about the monster area of ​​the magic swamp, and fled in the direction away from the water mist at their fastest speed.

At the beginning, such a commotion was limited to the periphery of the magic swamp. When the water mist invaded layer by layer and slowly invaded the inner circle of the magic swamp, a monster rampage finally appeared.

At this time, the patrolling wizard apprentice finally found something wrong. After layers of notifications, the entire swamp tower began to light up layer by layer.

Compared with the regular wizard tower in the dark crypt, the tower of the magic swamp looks much simpler and weaker. Although most of the internal facilities are complete, the monitoring of the entire swamp area is much weaker.

Although the Salupo family has been prosperous in history, with the long departure of the 4th-level wizard and the delay in the birth of a new 4th-level wizard, the prestige and power of the entire family are no longer as good as before.

For a small resource point like this one, the Salubo family did not have the financial resources to build a regular wizard tower to guard it, and could only use a weakened tower instead. Therefore, when a powerful enemy invaded, the reaction was clumsy and slow.

When the magic swamp fell into chaos, the wizard Anderson who controlled the swamp tower finally walked out of the witchcraft laboratory and quickly locked the enemy's position.

With a muffled sound from the pupil, the dust on the hillside outside the entrance was flying, and the grass was rolling. The wizard Anderson crossed a space of nearly ten miles and suddenly appeared in front of the old witch. chapter;