The Wizarding Age

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you now?" Anderson roared.

Greem smiled after hearing this: "You are welcome! I have given up resistance now, you can kill me directly. But... in that case, how can you carry out your second-level wizard plan? You have so many apprentices If you are afraid of our resistance, you can kill us now and then beg for mercy from the Salupo family messengers tomorrow. Maybe you can still be your Wizard Anderson, but your dream is destined to be shattered!"

"Since you told me your plan so clearly, do you still think that I will let you destroy my plan?"

"So what if you understand? You must turn us into wizards today, and then devour us. This is the path you have chosen for yourself, and it is also a fate we cannot escape! At this moment, you cannot change yourself casually Plan, and we can only fight for our own lives!"

"Then you shouldn't be so straightforward and honest! Do you have any other plans?"

"Haha... What kind of plan can I have? There are only three companions present today. You were so careless when you prepared that puppet subordinate, and actually left his main consciousness. It seems that he is not with us now. Come in together, it seems that he is using me as cannon fodder, so why should I cover up for him?"

"As expected, it's him! Huh, I never thought that this half-insect body really has some skills and can actually escape the shackles of the soul blood contract. Apart from these, is there anything else?"

"Of course! Mary, my only helper, has now become a bargaining chip in your hands. After all, it seems that I am the only one who can risk my life with you today! I hope you can be careful!" After Greem finished speaking, He closed his eyes and ignored Anderson.

Anderson silently stared at Grim with a determined look on his face, feeling secretly surprised in his heart.

He really didn't expect that a little-known guy who had been under his command for seven years would have such an unruly and flamboyant personality and would openly challenge him.

If Greem had dared to be so arrogant and domineering a month ago, Anderson would have responded with more cruel and terrifying means. He will teach this boy a lesson with horrific facts. In this world, wizards are the masters who have complete control over everything!

Unfortunately, for the past month or so, he has done nothing else and spent most of his time on the transformation of the bloody altar. Three quasi-witches, three key nodes of the blood sacrifice, all are indispensable. Only when everything runs smoothly according to his wishes can he get the long-awaited perfect ending.

As for the foreign quasi-witch Alice, Anderson was not sure of her origins, so he just arranged her as a candidate sacrifice. It's good now that the puppet's remaining consciousness has been spread wantonly, so that these sacrifices have been prepared in advance.

Alice did not enter the secret space, which also indicates that the three quasi-witches in front of her must be sacrificed, otherwise the blood sacrifice ceremony will be difficult to operate.

Once the blood sacrifice ceremony begins, the first stage will be to extract the lives, souls and flesh and blood of many wizard apprentices, and use them to sacrifice and water the three selected quasi-witches. Driven by this evil and twisted vitality, they all have a 70% to 80% chance of being promoted to wizards.

And when they become wizards, the second stage of the blood sacrifice ceremony begins. At that time, the powerful flesh and soul power of the three new wizards will become his bait, helping him break through the shackles of the second-level wizards in one fell swoop.

Greem made it very clear that his counterattack would come when the first phase of the blood sacrifice ceremony ended and the second phase began. And this point in time is undoubtedly the best time to counterattack, if he has the ability to counterattack!

Facing a fearless young quasi-witch, Anderson smiled ferociously and drew in the void with one hand. As a black spell appeared and then disappeared, a shadow under Greem suddenly came to life.

The black shadow is not big, and is as thin as a piece of parchment. However, it had extremely flexible skills. It climbed to Greem's chest like a paper man, pulled out a small paper-like dagger from its body, and stabbed Greem's chest fiercely.

Greem groaned in pain, and blood spattered all over the paper man's body.

Like a real life, the paper figure stretched out its thin little hand and dipped it in Greem's endlessly flowing golden blood, and spread it evenly on its body. After all this was completed, the paper man's body suddenly showed soul fluctuations that were exactly the same as Greem's. Immediately, it crawled toward Grim's mouth with a grin, pried open his teeth, and disappeared deep into his throat.

Even though he had predicted the possible methods of Wizard Anderson, facing such a strange scene, Greem was still frightened and the hairs on his body stood up. "People are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat." He knew that the other party would take some measures to control his sanity, but when it came to him, Greem was still shocked by the weird methods of the wizards!

Before Greem could finish his thoughts, his body began to struggle violently. As the shackles of the wind strangled him to pieces, all the muscles in Greem's body tightened, and blood vessels as thick as earthworms bulged out, showing the fierce struggle of consciousness in his body.

Unfortunately, with his apprentice-level mental strength, he could never compete with a veteran wizard. Within 5 seconds, his high-pitched body suddenly fell back, his throat kept gurgling, but he couldn't say a word.

After a while, Grimm finally calmed down completely and lay there motionless. If it weren't for the slightly rising and falling chest, Grimm would have looked like he was dead.

"Hehehe... Now all your consciousness and soul are under my control. What can you rely on to resist me later? Humph, you are another poor fellow who only relies on simple books and sporadic legends to imagine the horror of wizards! If you knew a little bit about the power and methods of wizards, you would not be so arrogant in front of a wizard!"

"The world of wizards is not what you chickens can imagine! Hehehe..."

Controlling Grimm's soul consciousness is not enough. Anderson stretched out his hand and all the witchcraft equipment and strange items with elemental breath on Grimm's body broke away from his body and flew to the altar like a long snake. However, one of the witchcraft equipment particularly caught Anderson's attention.

This is a witchcraft book tied to Grimm's waist with a silver chain. Under Anderson's control, it was less than 10 meters away from Grimm's body, and it flashed away from control and reappeared on Grimm's waist.

Hey, soul weapon?

At this point, even Anderson had to become curious about this Grimm. Judging from the characteristics of this book, it should be the soul weapon recorded in ancient books, that is, a kind of witchcraft equipment bound to the host's soul.

Such soul weapons often have great power far beyond ordinary witchcraft equipment, but the growth of each soul weapon requires extremely harsh external conditions. If there is no large amount of resources and hard work to water it, the soul weapon cannot exert its power, and it is no different from ordinary witchcraft equipment.

At most, there will be some special means!

And these apprentice-level means, when facing a wizard, are probably no more terrible than a mosquito bite!

Facing a rare soul weapon, Anderson has no time to study and explore the mystery, and can only simply apply an energy seal and let it continue to hang on Grimm's waist. There is no way, every soul weapon is like this! Before completely killing the host, it is impossible to separate it from the host.

After dealing with Grimm, Wizard Anderson finally turned his attention to Mary.

At this time, Mary had already sucked the blood of four apprentices crazily. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, her eyes were blood red, and her face was covered with blood stains.

Anderson gently called out: "Come here!"

Mary's body shook suddenly when she heard the voice, and a look of struggle and pain appeared on her face. On the one hand, the information conveyed by a hidden consciousness mark deep in her soul ordered her to obey the order, but on the other hand, the violent and agitated vampire instinct subconsciously resisted this order.

Seeing that the effect of the consciousness mark was no longer as good as before, Anderson's face became a little gloomy.

In order not to hinder the possibility of vampire talent evolution, Anderson did not erase Mary's instinctive consciousness. This certainly made Mary grow faster in order to satisfy him as a sacrifice, but it also made her no longer completely subject to her own control after advancing to a quasi-witch.

However, as Anderson strengthened the intensity of consciousness fluctuations, Mary finally walked in front of him reluctantly.

Anderson made a swipe in the air, and Mary's neck immediately opened up a bloody wound, and a strong blood arrow gushed out immediately. Before the blood fell to the ground, Anderson collected it with a spell.

Mary became violent immediately after being attacked. She stepped back a few steps and kept baring her teeth at Anderson, but she never dared to rush over.

Anderson was in a bad mood, and he was even more furious when he saw this. A vortex of wind rolled Mary into the air. When she screamed and broke free from the whirlwind full of wind blades again, the surface of her body seemed to have been rolled in a blender, with large and small wounds everywhere, and even white bones could be seen in several places!

Mary, whose body was injured, immediately let out a sharp and sad cry, and ran away quickly like a wounded puppy, crawling on the ground and gently licking her wounds.

"Suck him to heal your wounds!" Anderson picked up an apprentice with his long staff and threw him to Mary, coldly admonishing: "This is a warning to you. Remember next time, I am your master! If you dare to disrespect me again, I will drain all the blood in your body next time!"

The apprentice picked up by Anderson was the new apprentice master Allen, but at this moment, he could only helplessly watch his body fly towards the terrible demon. Mary grabbed Allen in her hand with a flash, and then lay on his neck and bit him hard.

Although Allen was conscious, his body was completely out of his control. He only felt two cold and sharp fangs silently piercing his blood vessels, and then he felt dizzy. In the chaotic and hazy trance, he felt his eyes light up and suddenly appeared in a crowded magic hall.

All the familiar and unfamiliar apprentices and wizards lined up on both sides of the red carpet, watching him with smiles on their faces, and thunderous applause and cheers were deafening. He, wearing a noble and gorgeous wizard robe, holding an exquisite and perfect wizard staff, smiled and nodded to everyone, while walking towards the gorgeous high platform that everyone was paying attention to...

On the high podium, a beautiful woman in red was smiling sweetly at him.

Who is she? Yes, she is my dear lover who I vowed to accompany for life!

Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but take two quick steps, wanting to quickly walk up to the podium and hold the white and tender hand that his lover slowly extended.

But for some reason, the red carpet under his feet seemed to be extending constantly. No matter how hard he ran and shouted, he was getting farther and farther away from the slender hand of his beautiful lover...

Finally, all the scenes around him became more and more chaotic, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Amid Mary's creepy sucking sound, Alan's arms finally fell down weakly! chapter;