Blood Magic Grandmaster

Everyone looked at Gurney in a daze. After a long while, they retracted their gazes.

As the children of rich families, with some even being aristocrats, the information that they could obtain from their family far exceeded that of the average person; they had a wider vision as well.

Ever since the arrival of Oasia Continent’s steampunk era, the mysterious cultists had been causing havoc rampantly. Strong and ancient supernatural classes were discovered and revitalized with unprecedented vitality. New supernatural classes were also being created constantly, including the existence of peculiar magical items that had never heard of previously. And right now, occasionally on the newspaper, one could even see news of high-end supernatural meetings.

Steam trains, steam wheels, guns, cannons, and even alchemy, potions, and rune formations… they appeared one after another unceasingly. The unpredictable changes of the era were already unfolding before their eyes.

As for what the future would be like, no one could say for sure.

Without a doubt, this was indeed the worst of times, as Gurney had said, but also the best era there was.

“Haha… Having said all that, of course, in our case, improving our own strength is the most important thing.” Gurney laughed as he broke the silence of the group.

“Indeed, raising our strength is the most important matter at hand.”

Meanwhile, Avery also came over with the prepared hound rabbit. As he had heard Gurney’s words, he responded while walking, “This is the reason why we are exploring deep into the supernatural wilderness this time.”

At this time, Gurney’s soup was already prepared. The diced hound rabbit meat was poured into the pot. After the fire was made bigger, the pot soon boiled intensely with steam rising from it, and the fragrance of food started to spread.

“The five of you should take a good rest. I can guard the camp tonight,” Avery said at a slow pace while cooking the hound rabbit meat.

The others had no objections. Avery was an Apprentice Shadower.

Gurney heard that he possessed a mid-tier supernatural book “Shadow Origin Force”, which was not something that ordinary aristocrats or affluent families could get their hands on.

The extraordinary shadow origin force could allow him to recover his stamina and mental power when he was enveloped by darkness.

For the other apprentice classes like mages or physical combat classes, they still needed to sleep at night to rest, but for a Shadower, the darkness was their most comfortable bed. Cultivating in the dark was much more nourishing for their mind, body, and origin force compared to sleeping.

After filling their bellies and putting out the fire, everyone went into their tents to rest for the night.

Uuuuu…

The winds of the forest started to blow as the night slowly descended.

Soon, pure moonlight shone down on the entire wilderness.

“Aawooo… awooo…”

“Howl…”

“Grrrr…”

All sorts of cries of wild beasts or supernatural lifeforms could be heard around the area. Put together, this became the theme song of the supernatural wilderness plain.

In the gray tent, Gurney sat and cultivated in silence.

Avery was able to use his shadow origin force to cultivate in the darkness without needing rest, while Gurney was able to sit and cultivate because of his immense mental power; he could rest like this without needing actual sleep. Having a strong mind and a powerful body, this was simply an easy task.

While sitting, Gurney calmed down and observed the spell runes in his body.

Silent cast, quick cast, and multi-cast.

The three most basic types of runes for a Spellcaster.

At this time, inside Gurney’s body, there were not only four silent cast runes but also three multi-cast runes. In contrast, Gurney had no quick cast rune.

In Gurney’s case, his objective was to instantly cast spells, so he wanted to create more silent cast runes; thus, there was no need to get any quick cast runes if he could instantly cast his spells anyway.

As for the multi-cast runes, he was making preparations to dual cast in the future.

During this period of time, while Cybona Origin Pool and Devotion Knight Breathing Style were passively farming away, Gurney could feel his body growing stronger at a rapid rate. Even though his size did not increase, his body mass had increased by five percent from before.

His body density was increasing, and the density of his flesh body was the greatest proof that it was getting stronger.

Low-tier Transcendents were tiers one and two. Their bodies would turn from ordinary flesh slowly into Transcendent bodies.

Mid-tier Transcendents were tiers three and four. Their Transcendent bodies would enter a growth spurt.

High-tier Transcendents were tiers five and six. At this time, their Transcendent bodies would become more stable and powerful; they would gain many supernatural abilities involving just their bodies.

As for Transcendents that were tier seven, eight, or nine, they were known as “Transcendent Grandmasters.” Transcendents of these tiers were authoritative figures in any force.

Guns and cannons might hold a certain threat against low-tier, mid-tier, and high-tier Transcendents, but against a Transcendent Grandmaster, they were not even close to being a threat.

Thus, even though guns and cannons were developing into the mainstream weapons for the current supernatural era’s wars, these truly powerful Transcendents were still unstoppable when going against them. Only an expert of their level could fight them.

“Breathe in… Breathe out…”

After one cycle of breathing, Gurney focused his mind.

“It has already been some time since I created a silent cast rune. I feel like I am close to making my fifth one.”

…

The night was dark.

Deep in the dense forest filled with the sound of insects.

On a bare piece of black volcanic rock, a young man of a different race wearing a brownish-yellow cloak with a Tree of Life Totem embroidered on his chest was standing here quietly.

His face was white as snow. He was slender and handsome, while his ears were sharp and red at the tip.

This was a Blood-Eared Elf.

Beside the blood-eared elf, there was a tier-two supernatural lifeform, the Kermo Giant Wolf.

This kermo giant wolf was as large as a horse. Its body was filled with wildness and the power to slaughter, and it had snow-white fangs that were eerily shining under the moonlight. Yet this kermo giant wolf was actually obedient to this young male blood-eared elf who wore a cloak.

Behind this young blood-eared elf, leaves fell from the tree.

A tiny female blood-eared elf stepped on these falling leaves and agilely landed beside the male blood-eared elf.

“How is it?” The young man asked in a polite and gentle tone.

“They did not notice that anyone was observing them,” the petite female elf Ximo said in a clear voice, “but that Shadower is very alert.”

“No worries, Shadowers are born with very strong supernatural senses. It is normal for them to sense something in advance. After all, my ‘secret soul specter’ is following them all the time.”

Thereafter, the two fell into silence.

A moment later, the one named Ximo said hesitantly, “We spent so much effort and used that key to trick an adventurer group here. Is it really worth it?”

Hearing the girl’s words, Sheron smiled lightly.

“The top-tier Transcendent, Blood Magic Grandmaster Gog, has the power of blood magic and a dragon bloodline. His power is beyond your imagination.”

“Even if he died three hundred years ago, the methods he left behind can still easily kill us.”

“After all, you are only tier one, while I am still a tier-two Transcendent.”

“Blood Magic Grandmaster Gog, is he really that terrifying?” Ximo turned around and said with surprise.

“Not just terrifying!” Sheron’s expression was slightly dazed; he seemed to have recalled something as his voice became low and deep. “He is simply a disaster that strikes despair in others!”