Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

Unlike the official control over the Extraordinary Forces by the three countries of East Asia, the British officials themselves did not implement a native registration system for wizards. It was only on a whim that the Queen established the "Royal Wizard Association," digging up about a dozen rather powerful civilian wizards to appoint as "Court Wizards" to serve as a facade.

Among the many wizards, the most senior naturally was one of the Three Birds, "Thorny Bird" Roger, who had not long ago announced his contract termination with the Miti Superhero Alliance to return to his homeland and swear allegiance under the Queen's banner. In his younger years, his family was quite wealthy; he worked as a trader in a securities company within "the Square Mile," thus his lifestyle bore the refinement and meticulousness of the upper class.

Conversely, since cultivation talent was purely a matter of random chance, and because the majority of the population in countries around the world consisted of the poor, most of the Court Wizards also came from the lower strata of society and looked down upon Roger's petty bourgeoisie ways. This, coupled with his restrained and elegantly worded London accent, sounded to everyone's ears as though he was looking down on and mocking them.

The wizard who was most antagonistic toward Roger was named Brad. This individual came from the ranks of the unemployed vagrants, in other words, a street thug, who had rallied several other wizards with gang backgrounds to band together, challenging Roger's leadership status within the association.

When news of a Transcendent from outside appearing in the North Sea territory was transmitted to the Royal Wizard Association via a request for aid, Brad and Roger immediately began their habitual bickering.

Roger actually didn't want to go. By now, he had both fame and fortune; he was no longer enthusiastic about killing and looting. Besides, the spiritual energy concentration had just been raised, so it was time to level up as quickly as possible to maximize benefits. Thus, he lazily said,

"Perhaps they're just passing by. Judging by their direction, they seem to be heading to Europe, which has nothing to do with us British wizards."

"North Sea has always been our wizards' turf," Brad blustered, "If today we let cultivators from the Lu Country and Rakshasa witches come and go as they please without interference, tomorrow they'll be landing on the soil of England!"

The other wizards also joined the fray, starting to mock Roger for his lack of courage.

Of course, Roger was not going to fall for such a clumsy provocation and chose to remain silent, unconcerned about the matter—let whoever wanted to go.

At this point, the Queen's Extraordinary Advisor, Minister Patrick, hurried over and instructed the wizards,

"Her Majesty is now aware of the foreign Extraordinary's entry into the North Sea and the killing of many British wizards. The Ministry of Defence is also deeply concerned about this. We hope that you will go and confirm their intentions, and if they are indeed targeting our nation, we need to formulate countermeasures promptly."

Roger's brow furrowed slightly as he suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation was escalating.

From their movement, those people were clearly targeting Europe and did not pose a threat to British soil. It was likely that because many British wizards had been killed, the upper echelons felt they had been made to look foolish in front of the European bureaucrats in Brussels, which could lead to underestimations and misconceptions of Britain's domestic Extraordinary strength.

The battle took place in the dominion of the North Sea, currently under the control of the British wizards, a critical component of the national maritime sovereignty strategy. Maintaining this maritime hegemony was predicated on the domestic Extraordinary forces being able to form a sufficiently strong deterrent against Europe. Therefore, even the slightest challenge had to be met with a forceful response to show the nation's unwavering determination... When it escalated to this level, there was no easy way to back out.

Roger, who initially wanted to stay out of the matter, had no choice but to silently take on the task assigned by the Extraordinary Advisor, joining Brad and several other skilled wizards to fly towards the North Sea.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the incident, they were immediately welcomed warmly by the nearby wizards.

The locals had only intended to call for support to see if they could manage a strike, but they didn't expect to actually summon Court Wizards of such a level. They eagerly showed them the way, lavishing them with compliments and praise, creating an exceedingly lively atmosphere, exuding the domineering presence as if "Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had arrived, and the enemy would immediately surrender."

Roger remained very reserved, ignoring the flattery of the lower-tier wizards, or rather, he simply couldn't be bothered to converse with what he considered inferior people.

On the other hand, Brad was quite triumphant and began to hold forth among them:

"The formidable Rakshasa witches are mostly in Amur in the Far East. The overall strength of the Rakshasas has been forced to contract east of the Ural Mountains, and now their collective Extraordinary strength is even less than that of some small countries in Eastern Europe. Among their Spirit Communicators, the most powerful in combat are the Blood Clan and Werewolves; the witches remaining in their homeland could be considered useless."

"As for the Lu Country's Cultivators, there's no need to worry about them. Most of them excel in squad combat, liking to coordinate tactics between different professions. As soon as they fight alone, they immediately fall... Oh, my apologies, I forgot that someone here lost to a Lu Country Cultivator in a one-on-one fight—I was too offensive."

Some unwitting wizards around them instinctively laughed along sniggeringly, but their laughter quickly ceased as Roger cast a sidelong glance with eyes half-closed, indifferently saying,

"If you had faced Yan Yu from Lu Country at that time, you wouldn't have lasted three seconds in his presence."

"Really?" Brad shrugged nonchalantly, "At least I wouldn't lay down a dozen magic traps and still miss my target, letting the other party skip through your minefield with graceful little tango steps and even hit your magic substitute. I heard that you recuperated in Scotland for a long time afterward? I think Yan Yu must have become the nightmare deep within your soul—I suggest you deal with the Rakshasa witch later. I'm afraid seeing the Lu Country's sword light after so many years might scare you into having a heart attack and drowning in the sea. Then we'll have to pack your ashes in a matchbox and send them back to Her Majesty for a state funeral."