Chapter 851 - Subduing the Brain Monster
Chapter 851 Subduing the Brain Monster
No wonder Split-Off Brain Gru was the only one running outside on errands these years.
With Gazlowe’s steadily swelling brain, it would probably be unimaginably difficult to go outside.
When Greem walked into this iron hall, tens of thousands of vicious and hidden spirit threads wrapped toward him from every direction. If Greem hadn’t prepared, it was very likely the spirit threads would have penetrated the depths of his soul and caused some unexpected circumstances.
If this had been in the past, it might have succeeded. However, with the increase in grade, Greem’s Spirit had also improved. Though it was still far less potent than Gazlowe’s Spirit, it was more than enough to protect himself.
With a single thought, he exacted his will!
The translucent and distorted life forcefield around him immediately started burning, causing even the air temperature of the surroundings to rise rapidly.
Greem didn’t change in size, but his incomparably wild mental consciousness had already spread throughout the entire hall along with the erupting fires. Those tens of thousands of spirit threads were quickly defeated when they came into contact with his invisible flames.
That said, he didn’t really blame Alice.
She must have seen this scene unfold ahead of time, which was why she had so confidently helped Gazlowe improve his abilities. Still, being kept in the dark and almost getting a fast one pulled on him upset Greem a little.
He had managed to use his own power to subdue Gazlowe’s ‘restlessness’ and once again obtained actual authority over the Capital of Eternity.
In truth, during these days when Greem had been in isolation, Gazlowe had only maintained the most basic level of cooperation with Mary and the others. After all, with the endless supply of energy, the tens of thousands of magical machines, and his new mental powers, Gazlowe had already covered all his soft spots. He now possessed the capital and ability to establish himself within Lance independently.
If it weren’t for the magic generator furnace and his soul both still containing the soul brand that Greem left behind, Gazlowe would probably already have chased out all of the Crimson adepts and witches and led a life of his own.
There was almost no better way to subdue such an ambitious individual apart from raw power.
Such individuals of ambition and strength only bowed before a higher power.
If you were more powerful than them, you held the reins over their life and death. They would be the most loyal and convenient tools of war under your employ. However, if the power dynamic was turned around, they would instantly become the most terrifying demons. Backlash and biting at the master’s hands were only secondary. The true horror was in them possessing the ability to inflict unbearable torture upon their former master.
And this was what terrified Greem the most!
Of course, Greem was now in a stage of explosive growth. He did not need to concern himself with these ‘fine details.’ However, should the speed of his improvement ever start to slow down, he would need to consider the risks of backlash from Gazlowe.
Being a successful clan leader was not easy!
It had only been ten days since Greem had emerged from isolation and he had already been to three places using various means to subdue the three ‘boss-level’ individuals in his clan. It was only then that he had managed to stabilize his position once again.
However, this wasn’t the end of it. It was only the warm-up leading to the real show.
That was because Greem had left the true ‘boss’ for the very end. The Crimson Clan could only rest easy once he had ‘subdued’ her!
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The World of Adepts, the Tower of Fate.
Greem had rarely stepped into this ancient tower since Alice became its owner.
This tower had also seen dozens of owners, but in the end, there was only one owner.
That person was the First Witch of Fate and the one who had established a miraculous and glorious legacy for herself– Maysa.
It was she who had created the Tower of Fate, she who had established the Fate Witch branch that had lasted for tens of thousands of years, and she who had embedded the legacy of the Fate Witches into the law systems of the World of Adepts; she who had stepped into the void of space and transcended into a legend among the Northern Witches.
There were countless stories of her, while her monuments had endured tens of thousands of years of beating, and her mark filled every corner of the Tower of Fate.
Every time he came to this silent and mysterious tower, Greem would feel the illusion of his consciousness being suppressed and his spiritual activity lowering.
However, he had to come to the Tower of Fate to meet someone this time. Someone vital to him.
Only ‘she’ could become the wings he needed to soar in the skies; only ‘she’ could point out the path forward in the dense mist surrounding him.
And ‘she’ was also the person that Greem cared about the most. His lover!
A witch!