In fact, Mary did not appear alone!
As the head of the Crimson Family, Grimm wore an exquisite black robe, holding hands as he made a grand entrance with Mary.
Unfortunately, even with Grimm's tall and sturdy body and his reputation as a legendary Fire Magus, he could not overshadow Mary's flamboyant and powerful aura that seemed to be burning her life force.
Indeed, at this moment, the soul aura that rose from Mary's body resonated with the entire Nightmare Castle. The powers of both sides intertwined and mixed together, becoming more and more intense and sonorous. It was like an impassioned symphony, deeply dominating and shaking the minds of all the sorcerers present.
It was because Mary's' brilliance 'was too dazzling that Grimm, who accompanied her, was unwittingly ignored by the crowd. Their entire field of vision was filled with a beautiful woman with an arrogant expression.
Mary …
It was the Blood Queen Mary …
Since when did she become so powerful?
Mary was the second in command of the Crimson Family, and also a powerful rank 4 Magus. However, for a long time, her brilliance had been overshadowed by Grimm's arrogance. Moreover, the Magi of the central continent were obviously weaker than the Magi, so their status and identity were always looked down upon.
However, with Mary's appearance today, the powerful aura and spiritual pressure that could almost control the heartbeat and mental strength of all the Magi present had left an indelible impression in their hearts.
"Welcome … Welcome, everyone!"
Mary's smile became even more radiant, but her words were obviously not directed at the people present.
Just as everyone was feeling puzzled, a ray of light shone from the darkness in the distance. A figure with an imposing aura appeared, accompanied by a deep and resounding voice.
"Congratulations, Magus Mary! Congratulations, Lord Grimm! "
A short, stocky, middle-aged man walked out from the darkness. He had a full beard and was bald, with three strands of hair that were half black and half white at the back of his head. He was not wearing a Magus robe, but rather an old grey leather armour. Not a single piece of magic equipment could be seen on his body.
The moment this man appeared, a few gasps sounded in the hall.
"Lord Declan …"
"It's Declan from the Fabris Family …"
Everyone's expressions tensed up, and they hurriedly lowered their gazes, bowing in unison.
This was their instinctive respect and fear towards Tier 4 Wizards. In the face of a Tier 4 Sorcerer, Low- and Mid-Tier Sorcerers like them found it hard to breathe.
"I heard that you defeated Freid, so I came here to take a look …" Declan looked up at Mary, who was surrounded by a force field that had almost merged with the castle behind her. He couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression. "It seems that you have gained a lot from this battle … Congratulations, Lady Mary!" he said with a sigh.
The Sorcerer World had always been divided by strength. At this moment, Mary had the blessing of the entire castle, and her strength had long since leaped above him. Because of that, Declan immediately made his stand clear. Even the way he addressed Mary changed subtly.
She waved her hand and a black and red carpet suddenly appeared, stretching from Declan's feet to the entrance of the castle hall.
The Sorcerers present gasped in admiration at this terrifying method of instantaneous materialization of energy.
Declan sighed silently. He stepped on the soft and clean carpet and slowly walked towards the two of them.
Even though they had become 'allies', Declan was not willing to get within ten meters of the two of them. Even for Tier 4 Magi like them, a distance of ten meters was too close. Many of them would feel nervous if they got too close.
For some reason, the closer he got to Mary, the more Declan's spiritual perception was suppressed. Once he was ten meters away from the two of them, Declan was not willing to take another step forward.
He had a feeling that if he took another step forward, he would trigger a terrifying and unpredictable counterattack.
Just as the three of them 'warmly' greeted each other, Mary turned her gaze towards the darkness in the distance once more.
"Another guest has arrived!"
Grim and Declan could not help but laugh bitterly in their hearts.
They had no choice. As long as they were within the vicinity of the Nightmare Castle, their spiritual perception would be affected by the powerful force field. Their vision was not as clear as Mary's.
"Hehe, I'm not late this time, am I? I didn't expect you to be ahead of me, Declan … "A hoarse female voice sounded. Clara, who had not been seen for a long time, slowly walked out of the darkness and arrived before the group.
"You're so beautiful!" Clara scrutinized Mary, her face filled with envy and nostalgia. She said in disappointment, "I miss the time when I just advanced to Grade 4 … That was probably the most memorable period of my life!"
Mary was obviously a person who was easy to get along with. Since the other party was speaking softly and had a humble attitude, she naturally wouldn't be overbearing and keep him at arm's length.
The invisible force field that was suppressing the two Grade 4 Magi weakened by almost half.
Mary even pulled Clara to her side and began to chat with her with a light smile.
This was undoubtedly a form of attitude.
It showed that Clara's position in Mary's heart was much higher than Declan's.
This undoubtedly allowed Clara, who had a grudge in her heart, to heave a sigh of relief.
"Since all of you are here, how can I miss out?"
A red light flashed in the distance, and a tall figure appeared before the group.
"So it's City Lord Alfred. Welcome, welcome …" Grimm's expression relaxed, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
Due to the need for benefits, Molten City and the Crimson Family had been living in harmony for the past two hundred years. As a result, the friendship between Molten City and Grimm grew stronger day by day.
However, in the face of powerful benefits and greed, their friendship was only an excuse to maintain a superficial harmony.
Despite this, Grimm still welcomed Alfred's arrival with open arms. After all, his appearance meant that the Crimson Family had a heavy weight to weigh down on them.
Five Grade 4 Magi were a frightening group that could not be underestimated. This was especially true in the central continent, where the morale of the people was low. The combined might of Grimm's group could even suppress all opposition.
If those who opposed the Crimson Fleet had enough courage and guts, Frid wouldn't have been the only one who appeared in Kothrinburg when the Crimson Fleet attacked the Entom Family.
Schemes, weighing the pros and cons, observing, hesitating, cowering …
The Scattered Tower Forest was just as the Three Great Magus Organisations had said; it was a pile of loose sand. Even though Grimm had forced them to such a state, they still hesitated and pondered. As a result, they watched the Crimson Family forcefully swallow Fort Kothrin.
The moment the Crimson Fleet set off, Grimm had already mentally prepared himself for his base to be ambushed and the Elobis region to be invaded. He had only brought seven airships with him, leaving three behind to guard the family's headquarters against enemy invasions.
No matter what, no matter the price, Alfred, the leader of the Crimson Family, had to be killed. Even if the Elobis region became a wasteland, he would not hesitate.
As long as the Crimson Family could protect the few regions that they cared about, losing the rest did not matter. When the Crimson Fleet returned in triumph, they would have to return all the territories that had been taken by their enemies.
At that time, it would be time for the Crimson Family to settle the score with them!
However, what surprised Grimm was that Mirva, who had been purposely left behind by the Crimson Fleet, did not move at all. He did not take the opportunity to attack the Crimson Family's base, nor did he come to support Alfred. It was as if this war had nothing to do with him …
This was what surprised Grimm the most.
However, after carefully reviewing the information on Mirva, Grimm could roughly understand his' motive '.
Mirva did not have much time left!
If Alfred had less than two hundred years left, then Mirva had less than a hundred years left.
A hundred years … It sounded like a long time, but for a high-ranked Magus, it was only the time for one or two large-scale experiments. Once Mirva passed away, the Annemdor Academy that he presided over would become the target of public criticism.
At least, Grimm had never heard of an outstanding successor to the Annemdor Academy. That Necromancer Dante seemed to have suffered a heavy blow in the semi-finals, and there had been no news of him since. Who knew if Mirva would nurture him before he died?
If Dante could not successfully grow into a Grade 4 Magus, the Annemdor Academy would probably have to withdraw from the ranks of Grade 4 organisations in a short period of time.
This was actually the norm in the Scattered Tower Forest!
Although the central continent was rich in resources, densely populated, and vast territories, the Magi Order was based on families and bloodlines. Too many resources were given to the Magi who were not particularly talented, but were the descendants of their families.
As for the Magi with the title of genius, if they did not have any background and did not choose to rely on any Magus Family, the process of gathering knowledge and resources was extremely difficult and sad.
Caught in the cracks between Magus Families of all sizes, they could only run around to search for resources and gather knowledge. Even so, they were often bullied and exploited by various Magus Families.
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