Chapter 907 - Crimson Prospects
Chapter 907 Crimson Prospects
The Crimson Clan appeared to be unusual among all the adept clans!
In total, it had only been less than six decades since they went from an unknown to a rising star.
And how long did five or six decades mean to an adept clan?
For a worldly kingdom, it might mean the end of a dynasty, but for a low-grade adept, it was only an increase in a minor grade. For a high-grade adept, it was only enough time to complete a major magical experiment.
Yet, these five or six decades were enough for the Crimson Clan to grow from an unknown small clan to a massive force that was rivaled only by the major clans.
This process would take other adept clans up to hundreds and even thousands of years to complete.
Even more miraculous was their legendary clan leader.
Even some of the Fourth Grade adepts that had a significant chance of beating a dull Fourth Grade golem were not willing to take such unnecessary risks.
With their power and reputation, the adept organizations and clans they represented would never fall as long as they still lived. No Fourth Grade adept would make enemies of an adept of the same grade. No amount of wealth or resources would tempt them into striking at another Fourth Grade adept.
That was because no adept clan or organization would be able to stand the all-out retaliation of a Fourth Grade adept, even if they were protected by another Fourth Grade adept.
Once an adept advanced to Fourth Grade, the difference in personal ability and techniques between those of the lower grades reached an incomprehensible level. A bloodline curse or a death spell could cause a clan to spontaneously fall apart, suffering from an incredible number of casualties.
That was why those Fourth Grade adepts were not willing to provoke another Fourth Grade adept over small numbers of resources if not necessary.
The Fourth Grade golem of the Crimson Clan might not have the same level of destructive power as a Fourth Grade adept, but who knew what other terrifying trump cards that Greem fellow might still be hiding under his sleeve? That was why, with their longevity and composure, the Fourth Grade adepts were not willing to run into this steel wall unless the Crimson Clan was the first to provoke them.
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Northern Lands, White Tower.
An elegantly-designed Mothership, the shape of a cigar, slowly floated across the skies of White Tower.
Due to its use of magic energy as a power source, the Patrol Mothership did not emit the same metallic grinding of other vessels that were caused by gears.
Mothership Chiwa silently crushed the clouds in her way, elegantly cruising across the sky. Goblin Magical Mechanic Little Locke stood at the edge of the ship on his toes, looking excitedly at the dark black forest, the towering trees, and the rugged mountains racing by below.
As a newly advanced clan adept, Locke had neither the power nor experience to take control of such a powerful Mothership. However, considering his background as a goblin, Meryl assigned him to Chiwa, serving as a subordinate under Second Grade Knight Soros.
Soros was the captain of Chiwa, while Little Locke was only one of three adepts aboard the ship.
Their mission was to patrol the stretch of Black Forest between White Tower and Doverand City.
Of course, the daily resources and construction materials of the newly established Doverand City were all provided by Chiwa.