Mage Adam

Hailey also persuaded, "Yeah! You have nothing to lose anyways."

Adam nodded, and slashed downwards.

The blade of the elemental sword pierced through Shirley's ice shield and Ignas' eyebrows, and his body immediately turned into dust as it drifted into the wind.

Adam saw that his points on his bracelet had reduced by 50, and felt that the rules weren't that bad.

Shirley frowned, "You should've let him go. The War Alliance is extremely powerful -- if they want to make things difficult for you, they can and will."

Adam didn't care. The devil was currently extremely powerful, and a tempting idea was forming in his head. If he could succeed, his points being reduced would mean nothing.

"Hand me your bracelets."

Adam received a total of 230 points from razing the city, minus 50 for killing Ignas, "Each of you will get 40 points."

Although the twins didn't contribute anything, Adam didn't really care. A few dozen points mean nothing to him.

Unexpectedly, the twins shook their heads, "Forget it, we didn't do anything. You'll need these points."

"Master!" the devil appeared. "The antimage apprentices are all dead, but at least 20 of them killed themselves before I could get to them."

Hailey looked at Adam, her eyes laced with pity, "No, I think I should give-"

Adam waved his hands and asked, "What was Ignas' place in the War Alliance?"

"He may be stronger than the both of us combined, he holds an average place in the War Alliance," Hailey explained, looking at the dust formerly known as Ignas. They used to think that their combined powers would be equal to Adam, but it seems that they were far behind.

"How many members are in the War Alliance?"

"Thirty-one. Thirty now that you killed Ignas."

Since Ignas was in the middle-ground in terms of power, there were about ten more people stronger than him.

"Adam," Shirley urged. "Don't underestimate them. All of them carry that necklace you sling around your neck."

Adam nodded. Those who possessed the seal were all apprentices who could promote at any time.

"How long did the previous trials last?"

"We don't know, but the most difficult trial took over 30 years, and less than 100 apprentices were able to crawl out alive."

The twins waited in awkward silence before speaking, "We're returning to headquarters, are you...?"

"No. Good luck to the both of you."

"Master, it's good that you decided to separate from them. They're weak."

The devil watched as the two sisters left. They felt like the sisters held malicious intentions.

"Whatever. Hand them over."

The devil's face became red, surrendering a few things they were hiding, "Hey, I was going to give it anyways!"

Adam shuffled through the items picked up by the devil before returning it to them. He took a map and announced, "Let's rest here for a half a day."

The devil wasn't sure what Adam's intentions were, but he was afraid to ask Adam. The City of Molan was scattered with power stones, so the devil hurriedly scurried off to absorb all of it.

Adam spread the map out, which recorded all the towns within the sphere of influence of the Aum family. However, Adam had zero interest in them, instead turning his attention to the other side.

"If I want to study the abilities of abyssal creatures... I need equipment, but I don't have it. The Hill family here specializes in mutant creatures, and the Lance family specializes in toxins... this school of immortality specializes in necromancers..." Adam pinpointed the knowledge he needed, and fortunately enough, their territories were right next to each other.

Thinking of this, Adam glanced at the devil who was busy devouring power stones, and his eyes softened. He never would've thought that his devil would be so useful. If his predictions were true, it would give the entire island of Ceylon a blessing.

The devil shuddered upon feeling Adam's smile on him.

City of Aum.

The antimage apprentice guarding the soul crystal stared in horror, "Master Peter... he's dead!"

He abandoned his duties and rushed into the meeting room, "Master Peter is dead!"

Cook and Quinn glared daggers towards the apprentice, and the apprentice fainted instantly.

"Whatever, take him out," Cook turned to Quinn after ordering his servants to retrieve the apprentice. "Venting won't solve any of our problems."

"Mage Cook," Quinn murmured. "The last time those traitors invaded our island, how many days did it take for us to lose a fully qualified antimage?"

Cook was silent for a moment, "Listen, Quinn -- this was just an accident. Yes, we need to be vigilant, but we shouldn't panic."

Although Cook said this, there was still fear lingering in his heart. Peter Aum was an old mage who survived the apprentices' invasion the last three times, so he should be more cautious than anybody else. If he died within a few days, what terrifying apprentice awaits them?

"What shall we do now, Cook?" an antimage said in a low voice.

"We can't sit still. Let each person take charge of a city and bring back as many family members as possible. We need to expand our magic.