Warlock Apprentice

Such an exceptional occurrence of thunderclouds quickly attracted the attention of various major organizations.

In the sky above a small town in the south of Goman Kingdom, there was a group of wizards in green robes flying by. They flashed through the trees swiftly. Each step in the air made they advance hundreds of meters. The extreme movements would break the law of space now and then while creating great sonic barriers.

An old woman with white hair was in the lead. Her weak limbs made her look like someone about to collapse any moment but she was the fastest among all. Her earrings were decorated with cranberry charms which tinkled as she flew.

“The thunderclouds are getting too vast and we can’t hide it any longer,” said the old woman suddenly. Spells flashed in her eyes. The situation on the sea from dozens of kilometers away was clear for her to see—rampaging lightning bolts had already occupied the entire place.

“We need to hurry. Gosh, let’s hope Boko can get ahold of the situation…”

The group following behind heard her words and nodded.

“Boko was too greedy. If he didn’t try to seize all the profit for himself and break the balance earlier, there wouldn’t be such a drastic disaster. He should have notified our organization in advance and wait for us before initiating the fusion. Then we can prevent the incident from getting known by the entire world,” said a man with black hair. He complained, “Lady Danae, Boko is too reckless this time. He should get punished for not caring for Gravity Forest’s standing.”

Lady Danae was the old woman in the front of the group and the only Level-2 Wizard in Gravity Forest.

“Enough, Saipan. If you were the one in Boko’s shoes, would you tell the organization about it first?” Lady Danae sneered.

Saipan was taken aback by the reply and remained silent.

Several oceans away from the Devil’s Water, off the southeastern coast of Fey Continent, a giant ray fish with a wingspan of a hundred meters dashed out of the calm waters and began to glide towards the Devil’s Water swiftly just above the sea surface.

It could use the ocean waves to move forward several kilometers in each leap, making itself impossible to be caught by human eyes.

A group of people was standing on the back of the creature. They were dressed in different clothes, but each of them had a piece of fish scale on his or her skin. The locations of their scales were different, as for their shapes, sizes, and colors.

A wizard would easily recognize them. They were from one of the top ten organizations in the southern region—Song of the Deep, which sat in the bottom of the sea.

There was an advanced nation at the west of Fey Continent. All cities and towns were built using steel and reinforced concrete. The Nation of Steel, Evory.

Evory was not big but it had an important standing among all nations on the Fey Continent because all railways, steam trains and most mechanical products in the other nations were imported from there.

Evory was well respected by both mortals and wizards. The biggest alchemy city, the Floating Mech City, was also located inside Evory.

Among the misty clouds, a giant mechanical city hundred of square kilometers large sat in the middle of the sky.

When the weather was clear enough, mortals could sometimes witness this miracle with their bare eyes, although no one could really reach it. The gap between mortals and wizards had always been something that could not be crossed.

Today was just one of the clear days. A steam warship cladded in metal suddenly dashed out of the city. The mortals working in their fields could see the flaming trail behind the leaving machine.

They were shocked in place by what they just saw. It was the first time they ever saw such a giant metal monster. When it completely disappeared on the horizon, the peasants yelled in amazement. This story would be their after-dinner gossip for the next decade or even century and become a legend among all mortals living in Evory.

A team of wizards in white robes flew upwards from the ice-covered land in the north. Their robes all had a pattern of a crescent moon covered in frost.

Inside a swamp surrounded by venomous gas, several figures with shining green eyes let out a burst of terrifying laughter and vanished.

Beside a waterfall in the middle of a beautiful and lush mountain, an old man with white hair and a walking cane suddenly raised his head. Those clear, intelligent eyes under his hood contrasted greatly against his wrinkled skin. He looked in the direction of the Endless Sea, and slowly limped towards Goman Kingdom.

“The wind has come…”

In the middle of the Inner Sea, there was a floating island completely made of white corals. Above the island, wizards wearing the same uniform flew away, led by an academician dressed in a white robe.

Apart from Gravity Forest, Song of the Deep, Floating Mech City, the thunderclouds also attracted many more organizations. Even some powerful individuals were heading to Devil’s Water using their own tricks.

Who would triumph in this rare feast in the south? People were waiting to see.

At this moment, a man with green, dry, bark-like skin was moving left and right to avoid the rampaging space ripples in the center of the violent thunderclouds. An occasional rupture in the space would release an unstoppable gravity force and make the man lose balance.

The ruptures were appearing more and more often. The man would get into some serious trouble if he did not flee the place before the entire space was covered by the ruptures.

Underneath him, a small island was sliced into pieces by the raging ruptures. Dirt scattered around the sky, and some plants and animals would sometimes get dragged into the ruptures before they disappeared in a spray of blood.

Thanks to the flying island parts, the green man managed to survive between the space ruptures.

Green flash would shine on his body now and then, and a tree sapling or vine from the broken island would be covered in the same green light to help the man adjust his position, thus he could avoid being sucked into the ruptures.

But more and more ruptures were appearing, and most of the broken island already vanished inside them. If he did not leave soon, he would meet the same fate.

The man looked at the applicator bottle in his hand. A small volume of liquid was inside it. He still needed seven or eight more drops to gather a total of two milliliters.

Greed showed up on his face.

Another rupture appeared nearby. In the first split second, a light dot almost invisible to human eyes came out of the rupture. The man covered his hands in white light and beckoned at the light dot, and as if being dragged by a string, the dot quickly landed inside the man’s palm.

The light dot was placed into the bottle and became another drop of a transparent liquid, slowly flowing down along the wall of the bottle.

The liquid level in the bottle rose slightly, but was still a little far from the indicator showing “two milliliters”.

After a while, the man moved far from the ruptures and stationed himself at the edge of the disaster. The space ruptures caused the violent sea waves to rage around like living monsters. Water tornadoes had surrounded the perimeter. Any creature who dared to cross through would be shredded into bloody parts.

Another group of space ruptures appeared near the edge with a lot more light dots being thrown out. The dots would release a brief brilliance before it quickly vanished. If one did not catch the dots while they were still shining, the dots would fuse into the greyspace barrier of the wizarding world and never to be found again.

The man clenched his teeth and decided something.

He fixed another piece of the broken island outside the edge and pulled a vine from it. He then wrapped the vine around his feet, lunged himself between the space ruptures, and headed into the danger again.