"If there's anything more dangerous than confronting a being higher than we are, it's getting caught up in the conflict of multiple higher beings. ”

This is a phrase that the Lord of the Grey Tower will say in the last lesson that every apprentice takes before they are about to embark on their journey to adulthood. As the most powerful spellcaster in the world, Clark, the earliest gray-robed mage, knew that even if he exhausted all his talents and spent all his time studying the mysteries of the world, there were limits to the individual. This is true for both humans and dragons.

This is also why there are beings whose names alone are beyond the realm of mortals who can record, and that they are not things that should appear in this world. They have gone far beyond the ceiling.

For example, if you quantify the abilities of every individual in the world, the range is from one to one hundred, perhaps an ordinary human grows to adulthood with only a single digit ability, and a young dragon or a devil in the abyss is born with nearly twenty to thirty abilities. However, these numbers can be caught up by acquired training and learning, and even the development of one's own bloodline.

The Lord of the Grey Tower is a prime example of this, as a human being among the most powerful spellcasters in the world, with at least ninety powers, which is comparable to the most powerful Abyssal Demons or dragons that have existed since time immemorial.

So how many of these so-called high-ranking beings have? Cheese remembers asking his teacher this question. Because of his professional research, Cheese came into contact with these beings outside of this world earlier than his peers, so his curiosity about these beings was also stronger. At that time, Clarke's expression was like looking at a poor little animal, and this is how the Lord of the Grey Tower replied to his apprentice.

"My poor disciple, why do you think...... Listen, boy, if we're drops in the ocean, then those guys are the world itself, and if we're numbers, then they're knowledge! You know? Never, don't use any of your knowledge to judge those guys. ”

Cheese didn't really understand his teacher's words, he simply understood these beings outside of this world as creatures with indescribable powers. But now, at last, the mage realized how wrong he was......

Just standing on this street of flesh and blood, Cheese had exhausted all his energy to keep himself awake, and all the clear thoughts in the mage's mind were blurred in the blood mist, and he couldn't even bring up a clear idea. The spell used to dispel the fog was ineffective when Cheese could not concentrate, and the blood mist silently consumed the mage and his companions. And Cheese was sure that without those cool rains dripping down on him, his situation would only be worse.

The huge presence in the blood mist naturally noticed the untimely rain, and it temporarily gave up on continuing to approach Cheese and the others, and instead tried to figure out the source of the rain. Anyway, for it, what has been engulfed in the blood mist is what it has in its own bag.

At this moment, a second figure appeared in the blood mist, and judging from the shadow he reflected in the blood mist, the owner of this figure had a humanoid appearance, but it was taller and thinner than ordinary humans. The figure was holding an object in his hand, and since only vague outlines could be seen, no one knew what it was, but if I could infer from the edge of the shadow, it seemed to be an umbrella.

Two figures stood opposite each other in the middle of the street, one as large as a clock tower and the other as thin as a dead branch. However, if someone could really witness these two figures without being affected by the rain and blood mist, I believe he would never judge their presence from their size. Each of these two shadows has a mesmerizing gravitational pull, and they only need to stand there to exude some kind of terrifying effect.

The blood mist surged, thickening under the will of their spreaders, and the flesh and blood tissues that made up the streets became excited by the stimulus of the blood mist, and they began to squirm visibly, the sound of liquid flowing, the sound of muscle contraction, making the street sound very noisy.

But correspondingly, the original light rain gradually became heavier, and soon, the rain covered the flesh and blood streets with a pouring effect. As the cold rain hit the hot flesh, bursts of white steam began to rise.

The biggest victim of this strange confrontation was undoubtedly Cheese, the mage's brain seemed to burst at any moment under the impact of rain and blood mist, the blood mist stimulated his flesh to heat up, and the water droplets quickly carried the heat away. At this time, Cheese's eyes were bloodshot, unable to maintain a standing position, he stumbled a few steps, and fell to his companions, the last thing recorded in his consciousness was a scorching heat from the depths of his soul and a cold that penetrated his mind.

The mage's loss of consciousness was clearly a sign of sorts, and the two vague figures noticed it. Immediately, the concentration of blood mist rose rapidly, which could no longer be called fog, perhaps plasma floating in the air was a better adjective. Stimulated by the blood plasma, the scorching heat of the flesh street finally overwhelmed the coldness of the heavy rain, and countless tentacles composed of muscles and mucous membranes poked out from the surrounding buildings, slowly approaching the thin figure.

Facing the tentacles that were getting closer and closer to him, the humanoid shadow in the fog did not retreat, and he slowly closed the umbrella in his hand, exposing himself to the heavy rain. As he did so, Cheese's body began to glow coldly, and there were no adjectives in the world to describe the color of the light, but it was certain that it must be cold and had a sad power.

The sudden light from Cheese's body startled the huge figure in the blood mist, and it took two steps backwards without pretentiousness, and the blood in the air condensed towards the side of the street. Time had no meaning in this street, and after an unknown amount of time, a strange sight occurred. Bounded by ghostly cheese, the street is marked by a thick billowing mist of blood on one side and a curtain of rain on the other.

It is worth noting that the streets began to change in the heavy rain, and the flesh seemed to be washed away by the rain, first the liquid, then the exposed organs, then the blood vessels, the small muscles, until the large chunks of flesh and blood began to be peeled away by the rain. After these disgusting things were washed away by the rain, the buildings that had been erected on both sides of the street were once again revealed.

"You gave him that (unknown) ......" a questioning and exclamatory voice came from the blood mist, sounding like it was coming from some kind of viscous liquid.

The figure in the rain did not respond to this voice. just silently took a step forward, and with this action, the scope of the heavy rain also shrouded the distance of one more step.

Realizing that his goal might not be achieved today, the Spreaders of the Blood Mist chose to retreat after a brief hesitation. It lifted its bloated, massive body and began to slowly move towards the depths of the street, the thick mist of blood shrinking toward the side of the street. Eventually, both the Bloodmist and its owner disappeared into the far reaches of the street.

There was no bloody mist of the streets, only the heavy rain that was still falling. Losing the mist that provided vitality, the flesh and blood that clinged to the buildings and the ground gradually melted away as before, and finally disappeared. The street was quickly washed clean by the rain, and there was no longer a sight to be seen from before.

The figure in the rain slowly walked in front of the fainting cheese, but even if it was only one step away, perhaps because the rain was too strong, the figure was still vague and unrecognizable. The figure stared at the mage for a moment, then at his companions behind him, nodded imperceptibly, picked up the umbrella in his hand again, and left the street from the direction he had come.

The rain is getting lighter. And in the rain, many figures began to appear, these figures were in different shapes, some pushing carts, some holding goods in their hands. As the rain disappeared, their faces gradually became clear, and these people were the residents of the royal capital.

As the last drop of rain fell on the tip of Cheese's nose and eerily seeped into the mage's skin, cacophony of voices and warm sunlight reclaimed the street.