Mary, who had the nickname of the Blood Queen, had always been the hands-off boss.
She was in charge of the battles, but all the trivial matters of cleaning up the aftermath were thrown to her subordinates.
She floated in midair, using a series of crisp and rapid orders to order the Wizards and apprentices in the hall around. After everything was settled, she swaggered back to her residence on the fourth level of the Wizard's Pagoda.
Behind her, the core members of the Pink Army also dispersed, starting to deal with their personal affairs.
A moment later, Mary was already in her residence.
Her blood-red eyes scanned the familiar residence, and she stretched lazily. She quickly threw off the deerskin boots on her feet, then casually undressed as she yawned and walked toward the bathroom.
In a corner of the residence, there was a bathtub made of white marble, with steam rising from it. Countless bright red rose petals floated on the surface of the warm water. There were exquisite dragon heads carved out of stone on the walls of the four corners of the bathtub, and hot water was flowing out of them. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and trees.
Two Blood Elf maids in thin clothes were kneeling at the side, their heads lowered, not daring to raise their heads to look at Mary's alluring figure.
Mary let out a faint smile. Her delicate and white feet lightly tapped on the slightly cold and smooth floor, then she slowly walked towards the bathtub with her naked body.
But Mary's body suddenly froze when she arrived in front of the two Blood Elf maids. She suddenly turned around, her blood-red eyes staring coldly at an empty spot in the hall.
"Who is it? Come out … "
With a loud roar, Mary's delicate and beautiful fingers clawed forward. A large blood-colored hand appeared out of thin air with a sizzling sound, grabbing at the suspicious void.
"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you're still so hot-tempered!" A clear male voice rang out in the air, and the large blood-red hand suddenly dissipated when it was halfway there.
Hearing this familiar voice, Mary's body trembled, and her blood-red eyes suddenly shot out a glaring red light.
In the void, a tall and sturdy figure slowly appeared.
Looking at that well-proportioned and beautiful body, looking at those strong and sturdy muscles, looking at that dark red and lustrous skin, and the strange tattoos that covered his chest and back …
Mary could not help but cry out in surprise.
"Grim … it's you … you're out?"
Grimm's long, dark red hair was draped over his shoulders, and he was only wearing a bright red robe. He stood there with a faint smile on his face, exuding the aura of an evil, mysterious, and wise Magus.
Mary's mental power slowly extended towards the other party, but when it arrived near the other party's body, it was blocked by a layer of steaming and distorted transparent flames, unable to go any deeper.
Through the life force field, Mary could vaguely feel the powerful and terrifying magic power that was immersed in his body.
"You're already Tier 3?!" With a trace of disappointment and a trace of joy, Mary narrowed her eyes and silently sized him up. Finally, she couldn't help but say faintly.
"Still thinking about who is stronger and who is weaker?" Grimm chuckled, "I can see that you've improved quite a bit in this period of time. I'm afraid it won't be long before you consider advancing to Grade 3!"
"So what? I'm still going to be left behind by you … "Mary couldn't help but complain again.
But soon after, she seemed to have thought of something, and her scarlet eyes suddenly lit up.
"Eight years … Eight years … You've been hiding in the secret room, and apart from the Elemental Puppet bringing you food regularly, you haven't said a single word …"
"There was a small problem with my advancement, but fortunately it was perfectly resolved!" Seeing the dangerous glint in Mary's eyes, Grimm hurriedly explained.
Unfortunately, Mary, who had sunk into self-pity, was not so easy to coax. She leapt onto Grimm's body and wrapped her astonishingly supple thighs around his waist, lying down next to his ear and saying hatefully, "You're really ruthless.
You haven't come out even once in eight years … Tell me, how are you going to make it up to me this time? "
Faced with the beauty's strong emotions, Grimm did not say anything else. He immediately found her tender red lips and kissed them to his heart's content.
The fair faces of the two Blood Elf maids kneeling at the side immediately flushed red, and they could not help but lower their heads even more.
The two tightly hugging figures fell into the bath, immediately entangling with each other in a frenzy.
Amidst the surging steam, a delicate voice that could shake one's soul rang out …
… …
News of Grimm's successful advancement quickly spread throughout the Crimson Family.
Nobody was surprised by this outcome, and instead felt that it was only natural.
The appearance of a Tier 3 Magus had greatly increased the Crimson Family's influence, and they were like the sun at high noon in the Elobis region. With Grimm, a Tier 3 Magus, the Crimson Family no longer had anything to worry about, and the family's foundation had become even more stable.
Only with a Tier 3 Magus could the Crimson Family truly live up to its name as a large Magus Family!
Of course, it was impossible for the Crimson Family to become a powerful family without a Tier 4 Magus.
Grimm (Elementary Tier 3) Class Identity: Elemental Magus (Fire Specialization) Basic Stats: Strength 18 + 2, Constitution 21 + 1, Agility 11 + 1, Spirit 32 + 4, Class Skills: Body of Fire, Body of the Flame Demon …
After this advancement, Grimm had gotten rid of his previous reliance on the Flame Demon Transformation and completely integrated the strength of the Magic Tattoo into his body. Previously, he could only rely on the Flame Demon Transformation to strengthen his body. Now, he had solidified the Body of the Flame Demon, no longer restricted by time.
Moreover, each of the five pieces of the Flame Demon Set was a Tier 2 Magus Equipment, but when combined, they could rival a Tier 3 Magus Equipment. It was only after Grimm became a Tier 3 Fire Shaman that he was able to display their true might.
After removing the unnecessary soul contract, Grimm's only Soul Weapon, the Plague Spirit, had grown stronger, becoming a mysterious existence at the peak of Tier 2. When Grimm needed to fight, the Plague Spirit could buff him with a Poison Aura, increasing his poison resistance and adding a portion of poison damage to his attacks.
However, Grimm had just advanced and had yet to learn any Tier 3 spells.
Right now, he would need to spend another year or two to deduce a rank 2 spell into a rank 3 spell. During this period, he was not suited to fight against veteran Tier 3 Magi.
Fortunately, with the A.I. Chip's help, Grimm could do whatever he wanted. Once the A.I. Chip was done, Grimm would receive the Tier 3 spell model and be able to quickly convert it into his own strength.
Hence, the first rank 2 spell that Grimm gave the A.I. Chip was Magma Fireball.
This was the spell that Grimm was most familiar with, and it was also the spell that he used the most.
[A.I. Chip, prepare to derive and calculate the Lava Fireball and expand it into a Tier 3 spell …]
[Beep. Mission accepted … Prerequisites have been prepared. Calculating data … Estimated time: 36 days, 15 hours, 29 minutes, 35 seconds …]
Hearing the A.I. Chip's feedback, Grimm could not help but narrow his eyes.
In the Magus World, spells that were suitable for oneself were the strongest spells.
Although the various Magus families and organisations had a certain amount of high-ranked spells in reserve, the ones that were released to the public were only the basic models. These spell models either had huge side effects or had extremely harsh prerequisites.
Hence, every high-ranked Magus would optimise and adjust the spells they had grasped, making them more compatible with their own soul attributes and the characteristics of their spells.
Even with the A.I. Chip, Grimm needed such a long time to derive a new Tier 3 spell. How did other Tier 3 Magi get through this gap?
… …
White Tower.
Sparkling snowflakes danced in the air.
After three consecutive days of heavy snow, the entire Icewind Territory was covered in a layer of pure white snow.
Mountains in the distance, rivers in the vicinity. Everything between heaven and earth was wrapped in silver, creating a beautiful sight.
At the teleportation formation in front of the White Tower, a group of acolytes were carefully sweeping away the accumulated snow under the command of the Magus on duty.
At this moment, the teleportation formation that was covered in snow suddenly emitted a milky white light, which quickly spread to every magic node of the teleportation formation.
As the runes lit up one by one, the snow on the teleportation formation began to flow outwards due to the repelling force of the defensive spell formation. A few acolytes who were unable to dodge in time were immediately covered in snow, looking battered and exhausted.
"Quick, quick, quick … Leave the teleportation formation … Someone is about to be teleported over!" The Magus on duty hurried them, and the acolytes hurriedly retreated to the periphery. After tidying up their appearances, they anxiously stood behind the Magus.
At this moment, the milky white light in the teleportation formation had already merged into one, and a transparent protective barrier covered the teleportation formation. This barrier could not only block the transmission of spatial ripples, but also protect the Magi who were teleporting. Hence, it was a part of the teleportation formation that had to be carefully maintained.
With a muffled sound, white light flashed, and the power of space filled the air. Two tall figures, one male and one female, appeared in the teleportation formation.
Looking at the familiar slender figure and the familiar blood-red bat wings, the Magus on duty, Wuka, hurriedly bowed and said in a loud voice, "Welcome, Lady Mary, to the White Tower!"
Wuka was a thin, newly advanced Magus with a pair of triangular eyes. He was also a native of the north. As he could not bear the discrimination and oppression of the northern Magi, he had chosen to rely on the Crimson Family as an associate Magus. With the Crimson Family's support, he had successfully advanced.
It was because of this that Wuka felt an indescribable sense of gratitude towards the Crimson Family. Hence, he had taken the initiative to take on the arduous task of maintaining and managing the teleportation formation.
Over the years, as a leading figure of the Crimson Family, Mary had frequently travelled between the White Tower and the Blazing Flame Monarch, which was why Wuka was familiar with her. However, when he tilted his head slightly and secretly sized up the tall and imposing male Magus, his gaze immediately met with the Burning Eye, which contained a powerful aura.
The moment their gazes met, Wuka felt a piercing pain in his eyes, and a strange burning sensation surged around his body.
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