Age of Adepts

Chapter 1043 Conscription

Bluesea Plane. Nero City.

It was a mid-sized city with a population of merely fifty or sixty thousand.

As a city populated primarily by humans, the buildings in Nero were mostly built of wood. Though the designs were slightly different than those of the World of Adepts, there was still a sense of familiarity to them.

It was currently at the time of the day when the sun was at its brightest.

Countless people walked in and out of this human city beneath the warm light of the sun. Merchants moved ever forward, along with carriages carrying all sorts of cargo.

Inside a magnificent palace at the center of the city, a beautiful girl in a purple lace dress was anxiously speaking with a white-robed female adept.

“Are you abandoning us, teacher? Why, Teacher Jenna?”

Adept Jenna stared at the black smoke as it slowly faded away from her. It was only now that she could let go of some of her concerns. When she heard the words of greeting from the ‘monster’ above her, she carefully manipulated the elementium particles to push her to the opponent’s side.

“Good day. I am the stationed adept sent by the Association to oversee the Nisara Dukedom. Who might you be, sir?”

Adept Jenna secretly looked at the City of Nero below her as she spoke.

At this moment, the beautiful and peaceful city had now turned into an apocalyptic scene where dens of the virus where everywhere, making for an unbearable view to witness!

“Since you are an Association adept, you may leave! I wish to borrow the people here!”

“My lord, there are also a few people in the city that I wish to take away with me. What do you think?”

“Are they members of the Association?”

“No. However—”

“Then I will make sure none of them escapes! If you don’t leave now, even you will have to stay here forever.”

Adept Jenna could only shake her head and leave dejectedly after hearing Remi’s somewhat impatient words.

When she turned to leave, she could very clearly see a pack of hideous and vicious creatures charge out of the palace. Parts of a purple lace dress were still attached to the body of one of these monsters.

At the sight of this, Jenna’s last bit of hesitation was completely severed. She gritted her teeth and flew into the distance without looking back.

Seeing that the plague army beneath him had started to achieve a sizeable scale, Spirit of Pestilence Remi used his authority as their master to command them towards the battlefield in the distant north. He continued to ride the mountain eagle southwest.

There was another city there, eighty kilometers away.

It was a place that he had to go harvest personally.

Remi also sent newly evolved Plaguebringers to the six or seven human towns and villages along the way, all for the purposes of gathering more troops. It was this small accumulation, bit by bit, that allowed Remi to pull together a massive plague army in just ten days.

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While the north of Nisara Dukedom was being ravaged by plagues, and the fight raged on in Gordon Highlands, the Zhentarim Association was already in an uproar.

Even though the Bluesea Plane wasn’t considered a particularly important resource plane within the Association, it was a good place for leisure and holiday. Right now, over one-fifth of the Nisara Dukedom, the largest of the plane, had been invaded by the plague. All surviving civilians had also turned into ugly and hideous plague creatures.

Was the Association still intent on sitting by and watching the Spirit of Pestilence wreak destruction under such circumstances?

The Association adepts had split into multiple factions over this matter and were engaged in a passionate argument.

The more radical called for the Association to punish this damned fire adept who had dared to allow his contracted spirit to freely slaughter the people and destroy the Association’s property.

Some of the others were more conservative. They believed that the Association was the one to place the battle in that location, and Greem’s actions were a means of magic, making it understandable for him to do whatever he was doing. All they had to do was warn him and have him compensate with some resources at the end of the fight.

Many sat on the fence, not particularly expressing their opinion towards one or the other. These people were both dissatisfied with the brazen attitude of the Spirit of Pestilence, but also didn’t want to appear too particular about the rules and too much of a miser. Counting the losses of every single planar native would be a little selfish.

As such, the opinions could not be reconciled, and the various parties quickly came into conflict.

However, this was the opinion and attitude of the low-grade adepts, after all. Compared to them, the high-grade adepts of the Zhentarim higher-ups appeared to be extremely calm and composed, almost as if they weren’t fazed by the temporary chaos that had spread in this tiny little resource plane.

On the contrary, some high-grade adepts even unexpectedly praised and acknowledged the legendary fire adept’s unscrupulous behavior.