Chapter 1117: Escaping (3800 4000 supplement)

Inside the Great Library.

Aaron closed "Aristocratic Articles and Royal Bloodline Genealogies," a thoughtful expression appearing on his face: "Interesting!"

Stryker felt this book was rotten, obsolete... recording some useless things.

But if one studied it carefully, tracing the complex bloodline genealogies of the nobles, one would discover a very interesting matter.

"These duchies, kingdoms... not only is their rule very stable, but they intermarry, even favoring inbreeding... yet the throne remains very secure."

"Even... tracing it to the end, all royal families and great nobles originate from those few families... the entire Aderson Continent is like this."

"Even if there are some reversals during the period, at most a few decades, no more than one hundred years, they will immediately set things right!"

"Ah... who dares to kill a great Warlock Apprentice? Another warlock?"

【Profession: Witcher (Master Level)】

He also had the responsibility of being in charge of Aaron's safety; if anything happened to this Herbalist, Yage I would absolutely not spare him!

Therefore, while asking, he also stepped forward to support him.

But the next moment, Aaron backhanded with a sword.

And at this time, Yage I was likely still in his royal palace, hosting guests.

One hundred years, in this era, is at least the replacement of five or six generations of people.

This is just like suddenly getting a stitch while running a long distance, the resulting chain reaction is comprehensive.

He had originally thought this was a world where the strong prey on the weak; as long as he overturned the kingdom, he would definitely be able to obtain the recognition of the surrounding countries, and then, by uniting vertically and horizontally and employing diplomatic means, perhaps Lancaster would become the ruler of Aderson after several generations or a dozen generations!

But the reality was... the actions of the upper echelons of various countries were surprisingly consistent!

This was intelligence that he, born of a minor noble, simply did not know, and he was even somewhat at a loss.

This was the "Red Mountain Potion" that Aaron had recently concocted.

Very clearly, if he had not reserved some leeway beforehand, this promotion would by no means have been so easy.

The longsword blocking in the Witcher's hand instantly lost its strength, and was then easily flicked away by Aaron's sword.

Aaron grinned, struck a thrusting sword stance, and charged!

The Witcher opposite focused his attention to deal with it.

It suddenly flipped over, revealing half a pale woman's face, eyes staring fixedly at Aaron, opening its large mouth, seemingly saying something.

"Of course it is... to kill you!"

The Misri Family is the founder of the "Hundred Forests Kingdom," the most powerful on the Aderson Continent, and has marriage, vassal, and protection agreements with several nearby kingdoms.

Very clearly, the previous glory and power were not worth mentioning in the eyes of this Formal Warlock; the only thing worth mentioning was that the other party had a Formal Warlock among their relatives, which was the key to him changing his attitude!

Masuka looked around: "Have all the people arrived?"

Accompanied by whispers, the huge Airship soon landed on a flat open space.

Aaron sneered and glanced at the attribute panel:

Clang!

The next moment, Aaron casually drew the longsword from this Witcher's waist and stabbed it into the Witcher's chest!

Warlock Masuka looked at Penelope with a smile that was not a smile; just as this Grand Duchess appeared exceptionally uneasy, he suddenly revealed a smile: "It can be done... as long as you pay a price that satisfies me, I do not mind making a move once."

The greater the warlock, the more likely it is that someone with more talent will appear among his descendants.

But what made Yage I puzzled was that the surrounding countries neither recognized his crown nor sent troops to attack him.

Stryker was also enough to compensate for the loss of Aaron.

Soon, Stryker became the Chief Scholar of Yage I, and his fame grew greater and greater.

Suddenly, he felt the blood flowing in his body seem to stagnate for a moment.

"Guards!"

Masuka's face softened slightly, stopping before Penelope.

The great power of time will make the ignorant forget everything!

"Only one hundred years, and there are filthy, base people who dare to offend the glory of a warlock?"

"What happened outside?"

This is unscientific!

And then that was that.

"Rogge?" Masuka recalled: "A kingdom established by a Warlock Apprentice? Sure enough, it's like a joke... who is that minor noble? Does he not know he is offending the great warlock bloodline?"

The library arson case made Yage I furious, searching for spies throughout the Royal Capital...

Time passes, and it does not shift according to human will.

A black-robed person riding a rotting Vulture slowly descended from the airship.

On the deck, there were also some youths who had not yet shed their childishness, wearing gorgeous attire, each with an arrogant look on their faces, yet with good upbringing, carrying a polite aloofness that kept people at a distance, seemingly all descendants of great nobles.

After the potion entered his stomach, Aaron bent down slightly.

Aaron took one last look in the direction of the royal palace, smiled, and his figure submerged into the darkness.

Therefore, those Formal Warlocks would often establish families, and according to the convention, these warlock families would become the royal families and imperial clans in the peripheral areas of the continent, passed down through generations!

What maintained their thrones was bloodline, and the power to regularly send family members to receive testing!

"Respected Lord Masuka, I am Penelope of the Misri Family! I represent the five local warlock families and seventeen apprentice families, welcoming your arrival!"

Yage I was reviewing documents in the royal palace when a Witcher ran in hurriedly, his face twisted: "Outside... outside..."

After becoming a Formal Witcher, the kind of thing where one is made to wish they were dead by a potion and loses all composure would simply not happen to him.

He touched his forehead and found it was a sheet of cold sweat.

Penelope answered respectfully and without losing courtesy.

The dazzling Sword Light became the last scene of the mortal world he ever saw.

Yage I always felt that something was not quite right.

Until this day!

"Your Majesty!"

【Age: 107】

Aaron was suddenly startled, and his whole person woke up.

These were Demon Hunters he had carefully selected, their loyalty was very reliable, and soon more than one hundred people gathered!

They lined up in order according to their respective family crests; the first were the few families that had produced a Formal Warlock, followed by their allied families and collateral branches.

【Genetic Ability: Blood Surge, Blood Manipulation (Single Target)】

Aaron closed the ancient book, his eyes filled with anticipation: "According to estimates... the next cleanup will be within the next one to five years..."

The expression of the Masuka Warlock became increasingly calm.

A huge airship had arrived above his royal palace at some unknown time, filled with an ill-intentioned aura.

【Talent: Changsheng】

"Yes, it is said that some Warlock Apprentice families have forgotten their past glory because of this, indulging in the power struggles of the nobility... The most ridiculous thing is that some Warlock Apprentices were even assassinated because of it!"

Families that had only produced Warlock Apprentices were at the end of the line, with only two or three members each, looking timid and cowering.

【Gene Mutation: Second】

His eyes were sinister, and with a wave of his hand, he said: "Darkness... Shackles!"

After taking it, it will stimulate the spirit and directly enter the second mutation stage of the Demon Hunter!

Then... terrifying flames began to burn from the Library, gradually forming a torch in the dark night.

Yage I walked out of the palace impatiently and looked up at the sky.

"What are you doing?"

"Great bloodlines are great bloodlines everywhere! According to the agreement, every one hundred years, schools and academies will go to Aderson to select talented young people, just like us..."

Warlocks are a profession that values bloodlines very much.

"No, it is said that they are some guys who call themselves Demon Hunters; they are defective experimental products... It is said that there is some push from the nobility behind them, so... it can also be considered an internal struggle among Warlock families?"

Here, members of various royal families had long been waiting.

But the next moment, beams of Sword Light descended from the sky, piercing through the Demon Hunters one by one and pinning them to the square.

The airship landed slowly, seemingly without splashing a single speck of dust.

"Yes, she is my great-great-grandmother!"

At this time, they were curiously examining the outline of the coastline below, whispering to each other:

"Is this Aderson Island? Such a remote place, I have almost only seen a single sentence about it in books..."

Red!

As far as the eye could see, it was a piece of Scarlet!

In the center of that Scarlet, there was a towering mountain!

"You say so much, do you want me to take action?"

Another Demon Hunter drew his long sword and jumped far away.

His lips were trembling, and his spirit began to scatter and spread...

"One hundred years? We at Storm Cape have one every ten years... They are so miserable!"

"It's as if... there is an invisible giant hand regularly grooming things..."

Aaron also felt the shackles of his genes.

No...

"It's also a trash skill; although it's okay for dueling, what's the use for group attacks?"

Thinking of this, he stood up and walked out of the Library.

"Master Aaron, your complexion doesn't look very good!"

He looked at this girl, and a thoughtful expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Misri Family... did your family have a female Apprentice named Turin who was selected a hundred years ago?"

A Demon Hunter responsible for monitoring him asked in surprise: "What happened here? Should we call a doctor?"

And Penelope became even more cautious: "Yage of the Lancaster family is the leader of those rebels... He has mastered and optimized the cultivation method for Demon Hunters, and he has a large group of Demon Hunters under his command..."

Then, he saw a Shadow that oppressed all living beings!

"She has already been promoted to a Formal Warlock..."

A young man wearing a soft gray robe with a few pimples on his face was respectfully saluting another old man in a black robe: "According to the map, we have arrived at Aderson Island!"

"Fine... let me give it a try."

The unease on Penelope's face became more intense: "The previous king of the Roge Kingdom died too early, and the new king is just a child who has not received a glorious traditional education, and... one hundred years have passed since the last time..."

He is committed to exploring the realm above Demon Hunter Master and has proposed feasible operations, for which he is highly valued by Yage I.

This is also to give Yage I some face, so he doesn't keep pursuing relentlessly.

Not only that, a circle of cyan airflow constantly lingered around the airship, allowing those standing on the deck without cover or protection to feel not a single breeze.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed.

It seemed that he had been collectively isolated diplomatically.

"So... it is time to withdraw and leave."

Outside the Aderson Continent.

Furthermore, he deduced the Meditation Method most suitable for himself.

"Blood manipulation... single target? Can I manipulate the blood inside a single individual?"

Unfortunately, it was already late at night, and there was practically no one near the Library.

This made this king feel a hint of unease, but not knowing how to break the deadlock, he could only pursue the power beyond the so-called Master Witcher even more frantically.

According to the views of the people on the Aderson Continent, the Misri Family could have established an Empire long ago!

But all this Glory and these titles could not move Warlock Masuka.

【Skills: Reading and Writing (Master), Herbalism (Master), Swordsmanship (Master), Horsemanship (Master), Wilderness Survival (Master), Viper Breath Technique (Master), Shadow Dragon Meditation (Master), Blood Meditation (Master)...】

That was not a high mountain! It was... a certain towering body... a body with only half remaining.

A Grand Duchess with a sweet and cute appearance, wearing a crown on her head, led people to salute together.

After killing the two Witcher observers, Aaron dragged their corpses into the Library and brought over a corpse he had prepared earlier.

Although a Master of Herbalism had died, and two Witchers were taken along with them.

"I didn't expect that in a place like this, there would also be descendants of a Formal Warlock..."

Yage I roared loudly, ordering his palace guards to come and protect him.

"The origin of the Witchers... it seems it also contains some Secret, interesting, truly interesting!"

It was several hundred meters long and over ten meters wide, flying at a very fast speed in mid-air.

Thinking of this, he took a crystal bottle from his bosom, pulled out the stopper, and poured the crimson liquid inside directly into his mouth.

Of course, before this, he had also made various preparations, training and raising his physical fitness to the peak.

Unfortunately, she did not make a single sound, and her mouth was also a black hole.

Warlock Masuka tapped his foot lightly, and a Vulture composed of rotting flesh let out a long cry, lifting him up and arriving above the heads of the group waiting for him.

An airship slowly approached.

However, Yage I now had a large family and business, and there were many people who defected to him.

A look of extreme horror appeared on the Witcher's face.

【Name: Aaron (Zoro)】

Since when did the frail apothecary they were protecting turn into a Witcher? And a Master Witcher at that!

"Warlock Masuka!"

Lancaster Kingdom.

"This kind of power and technique... you are..."

"N-no!" Penelope answered somewhat nervously: "And the royal family of the Rogge Kingdom... most of them have already been killed by rebellious minor nobles, and the remaining small portion have lost their heritage and are scattered throughout the islands..."

A chill ran down his back, and it seemed a large patch had also become damp.

Three black halos instantly appeared around Yage I's body, binding him firmly like chains.

He looked at this scene, his face showing not despair, but a very strange expression.

It was as if... the world he had always firmly believed in had suddenly collapsed!

(End of this chapter)