Chapter 1132: Enemy

Time is like water.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have flown by.

It is once again the day for the centennial apprentice assessment.

On the Star Highlands.

Flags are raised one after another, representing different camps and nobles.

Grand Duke Meni gazes at a corner of the camp, where a group of talented individuals from among the commoners have also arrived here with the help of Hermes Wings.

On the contrary, the Shadow Spider seems unenthusiastic about sending apprentices for further study, preferring internal cultivation instead.

As the Airship descends, there is some commotion among the noble ranks.

Tieflin tries to extract the aura of the opposing leader from this head, but fails shamefully.

The Patriarch of the Misri Family sighs and steps forward to sign the Contract.

The leader of the Misri Family steps out and bows deeply: "We, the Misri Family, are willing to obey your orders completely..."

"Now, those whose names are called, come over one by one and leave your names on the Blood Sail... This is a Contract with the efficacy of Witchcraft..."

She is an Advanced Apprentice, and at this moment, she suddenly presses her chest, where a precious necklace is worn, inlaid with a ruby the size of a pigeon egg.

But he pays no heed to this, scrambling to the edge of the deck, and sees two figures confronting each other in mid-air.

In reality, his true identity and location are unknown even to the high-level members of the Shadow Spider and Hermes Wings.

"What is going on?"

Since breaking through the Shadow Spider stronghold and killing several low-level Warlocks, Tieflin, having failed to find the opposing leader, is quite angry and severely punishes this low-level apprentice.

Unlike previous Airships, this one is not only enormous in size but also features a giant sail that appears to be stained red with blood!

And its front half is maliciously painted to look like shark teeth, appearing exceptionally aggressive.

A blood-red tide!

The tide surges, instantly drowning the female Warlock, and that Alchemy Tool subsequently lands in Tieflin's hands, a flash of joy crossing his face: "Witchcraft Amplification Necklace? Good stuff... It seems these apprentice families still have some foundation after all..."

It is precisely because of this tacit understanding among nobles that they are very dissatisfied with commoner children being able to mingle into these ranks...

In the Wallace Family camp, a female Warlock suddenly shrieks: "This is our family's land, by what right do you take it away?"

Grand Duke Meni's forehead hits the deck, swelling into a large bump.

These Red-robed Warlocks are indeed the craziest of the crazy!

He does not want to anger the other party and end up as a head on a plate!

"This is an order!"

At this moment, a figure flies down from the Airship.

Relying on some Alchemy Tools and notes sent back from the Warlock Continent last time, he gradually accumulated Warlock power, then destroyed the Roge Kingdom, and established the Meni Duchy over most of its territory.

Tieflin lands on the ground and casually pulls out a piece of canvas; it is evident that it is an item from the blood-colored sailing ship.

Tieflin roars and crushes this head.

The Airship, which was sailing steadily, jolts violently.

Tieflin laughs neurotically: "Just right to feed the Blood Sail Beast... I don't need much, just one million people will do."

Below, a residential area that was originally quite popular instantly turns into a Ghost Domain!

Thinking of this, Aaron reinforces the Seclusion Barrier around the ancient castle again: "Forget it... just two small organizations; if they are destroyed, I'll just build four, no, eight more later!"

And the Meni Family is also a beneficiary of this rule.

The young Warlock's head instantly becomes extremely painful: "I don't know... I don't know who the leader is... I don't even know if the leader is a man or a woman... Our organization's leader has always been a Secret Transmission system..."

Tieflin is actually insane enough to start a city-slaughtering mode; wherever the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Sail passes, it is an indiscriminate attack! And it just happens to pass by Aaron's castle!

As soon as the defensive Witchcraft arranged by Aaron is triggered, it reveals his tracks!

Thus, the current standoff is formed.

Swish!

On the Airship in the sky, that giant blood-colored canvas suddenly unfolds, and figures emerge upon it.

"Century after century, only I stand tall."

A bumpkin is a bumpkin.

The punishment he gives is to remove the other party's head, yet keep it weirdly alive.

Suddenly!

No matter how those on the ground try to save themselves, it is to no avail before the Blood Sail Beast...

Grand Duke Meni looks up in astonishment, and many top nobles of Aderson look at each other, not knowing what happened, or if they heard wrong?

After all, the Formal Warlocks on the Airship can manage to be barely fair most of the time.

"Tell me, where is your leader?"

Tieflin grabs a handful of red powder and sprinkles it onto the plate containing the human head.

While he is enjoying his tea, a ring on his hand suddenly bursts with crimson radiance.

Even though he is already very strong, the Warlock on the Airship does not just represent himself.

At the same time, watching that group of commoners rush out of the camp, waving the clothes and hats in their hands at the Airship, a trace of disdain flashes in his eyes.

Swish!

The blood water is like a world-ending flood, sweeping across villages, fields, castles, and towns...

"Damn it!"

"My Meni Family... is also willing..."

He lowers his gaze, looking at the disheveled Knights and family Patriarchs: "You are welcome to resist... The Blood Sail Beast I am raising behind me is craving more blood and souls!"

Grand Duke Meni could feel the large ship beneath his feet roaring with excitement.

"It's the Life Activation Technique!"

"Could it actually be a Formal Warlock?"

The most critical point was... he was wearing a red robe!

This was a Red-robed Warlock!

"A Red-robed Warlock?"

Even if one becomes a Warlock Apprentice, they are still just bumpkins!

The Patriarch of the Misri Family looked solemn, staring at the airship cutting through the clouds in the sky, and suddenly frowned.

In so-called Warlock families, the majority are still ordinary people.

Boom!

"That Formal Warlock who came with the airship, how dare he do this?"

On this tray sat the head of a young Warlock.

Because it was a mutual conflict between nobles, it did not attract hostility from the nobles of the entire continent.

"Do not think of cheating; this Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Sail can sense all of your bloodlines... Once you break the contract, you and all your bloodlines will bear the consequences together."

"My god, such a large Alchemical Life, it must be comparable to a Formal Warlock, or perhaps even higher?"

"The Wilson Family will always be your loyal dogs, my lord..."

Grand Duke Meni shrank his head back.

After all, they were only an Apprentice family; what could they use to fight against a Red-robed Warlock, especially the school power behind him?

As for those commoner talents, it was even more so.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

"What? A Migration Order?"

For the sake of the school behind the other party, Aaron endured it!

Immediately, the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Sail was hoisted up, continuously pouring out a crimson tide downwards.

Ever since he was ambushed by Charlemagne last time, Aaron had been very careful to set up anti-Investigation and divination barriers where he lived.

"It's here!"

Not only that, once this batch of apprentices arrives at the Warlock Continent, I fear they will lose the freedom to choose their school and will be forcibly assigned to various Blood Warlock organizations!

But the tragedy of life lies in the fact that you know it is so, yet you cannot resist.

The huge sailing ship, like the shadow of the Grim Reaper, continuously eroded this land.

But it seems that Tieflin has mistaken Aaron for the kind of Formal Warlock who is avoiding the wars of the Warlock Continent.

Just then, a sound of breaking through the air came from afar.

Alas, Tieflin only had one answer: "On Aderson Island, no Warlock Apprentice is allowed to remain... From today on, it is enough to come here once every ten years to search for new blood among the ordinary people..."

For a time, a large number of Warlock families surrendered one after another.

Tieflin smiled: "Since they are Warlock Apprentices, they all fall under the scope of the Conscription Order. Where are they?"

At the same time, on the huge airship, the Warlock Apprentices of the Misri and Wilson families were all present, watching the low-level Warlock Apprentice who had informed on them at the beginning explain to Tieflin with cold sweat on his forehead.

Grand Duke Meni's mind raced; it seemed the Black-robed Warlocks had lost the operating rights to this route.

Tieflin's tone was strange, seemingly tinged with disdain: "To run to this small place just to avoid the war on the continent, I truly admire you a little. Your Meditation Method hasn't made any progress at all, has it?"

Hearing this, a flash of joy immediately appeared on the face of that Warlock Apprentice.

Many figures gathered, forming a tidal wave!

The Patriarch of the Chris Family was stunned: "My lord... no... Mr. Tieflin... why... why would such a thing happen?"

The nobles mounted their horses one after another, having their subordinate Knights raise their banners.

"What?"

Inside the ancient castle.

A commotion broke out in the ranks.

"Oh?"

In fact, the Warlock families on Aderson Island knew a thing or two about the news of the war on the Warlock Continent; after all, the fact that most of the apprentices they sent died of unnatural causes was the best proof.

"Go... Blood Sail!"

At this moment, Tieflin arrived in front of the second tray.

And a smile appeared on the face of the dark-green-haired Red-robed Warlock as he stroked a ring on his hand, his voice immediately amplified to the limit: "Listen to me... those weak Black-robed ones have lost this sea area... From now on, this region is ruled by our 'Scarlet University'!"

Listening to the exclamations of the Warlock Apprentices around him, Meni sadly discovered that he had no way out.

Aaron was leisurely drinking afternoon tea: "Hmm... counting the days, the Star Highlands should be starting again, right?"

There was no lack of enlightened factions that left behind one or two talents to be cultivated by the family.

Therefore, one could completely keep one's head down and not go out.

This cruel method of the Blood Warlocks made Grand Duke Meni shudder.

Well, the other party only had a head left.

After a day and a night...

Grand Duke Meni muttered a word, subconsciously tidying up his magnificent attire.

Other nobles also began to clamor one after another.

The other party had a feminine temperament and was quite handsome, yet he was filled with a cold aura.

Meanwhile, the Patriarch of the Misri Family watched this scene with a cold, stern expression, not taking the slightest action...

Countless rays of Light gathered before Aaron, forming a line of text that made his expression sink slightly: "The Shadow Spider... has been annihilated?"

A terrifying piece of Witchcraft seemed about to form.

Alas...

Countless souls, mixed with fresh blood, gathered upon the Blood Sail!

"Although this place has no resources, population is a resource!"

The patriarchs of the various families stepped forward one by one, followed by the Warlock Apprentices, their expressions all extremely unsightly.

Seeing so many people bowing their heads, a trace of a smile appeared on the Red-robed Warlock's face:

"Do not call me 'sir', you may call me Mr. Tieflin! And... I think you have misunderstood one thing; I am not here to recruit Warlock Apprentices!"

Tieflin smiled: "Although I would very much like to see you break the contract, who told me the Professor had regulations before I came..."

The Patriarch of the Wilson Family sighed, all thoughts gone, and obediently left his blood handprint on the canvas.

Seeing Tieflin approach, the severed head opened its eyes: "I... I shouldn't be dead?"

And watching the annihilation of the Shadow Spider, which had deep ties to his own family, was another wave of unspeakable heartache.

At the very least, blocking Tieflin's tracking was quite effective.

He had opened a barrier; originally, Tieflin would have been unable to discover him at all.

"Oh, no... I should say, recruiting apprentices is only one of my tasks."

"Our Wallace Family is the same..."

But the next moment, Tieflin simply snapped his fingers.

Once they lost their land, what capital would they have left to throw their weight around?

Had the hundreds of years of war really reached this point?

"This sir..."

It was evident that he was venting his frustration over the failure onto the innocent people of this island.

This sudden announcement left the various Warlock families feeling somewhat dizzy.

Tieflin watched this scene, the smile at the corners of his mouth widening: "According to the order personally signed by the Blood Witch Professor... all previous apprentice policies are to be changed! All Warlock families on Aderson Island must migrate to the Warlock Continent to undergo the test of war... I must say, those in black robes were too lenient with the people on this land before; the potential for war has not been fully developed..."

"Let me go... I really don't know... who the leader of the Shadow Spider is..."

Facing such a powerful Scarlet University, they could only submit.

At this moment, Tieflin suddenly issued an order.

However, the power of long-standing tradition was also extremely strong, and many Warlock families still chose to trust the Warlock Continent.

And at this time, a low-level Warlock Apprentice suddenly shouted: "Mr. Tieflin... I want to report... on this continent, besides our families, there are two Warlock organizations, namely the Shadow Spider and the Hermes Wings! There must be Warlock Apprentices within them!"

"No! You cannot do this!"

In any case, they were all going to learn knowledge, so where was the difference?

"Sigh..."

Furthermore, he had made up his mind not to come out even if his subordinates were all wiped out.

Aaron wore a supple black silk robe, his tone also carrying helplessness: "I clearly already avoided you, why... why must you insist on provoking me?"

"A coward fleeing from the chaos of war, and you dare to speak to me in that tone?"

Looking at Aaron's black robe, the Blood Warlock Tieflin naturally took Aaron for the opposing side; a mass of blood-colored radiance appeared on his hand, and he flung it violently toward Aaron.

Bang!

Half the sky ignited, turning a deep red!

(End of this chapter)