The Death of the First Red Prime Minister

If one looked down from the top layer of the Spirit Tower, the battlefield would be much clearer.

Almost the entire land was completely covered in crimson.

Yet as wind and thunder howled, the complete conical formation tore the crimson apart, leaving thunderstorms across the ground.

Those crimson spears no longer unleashed blood-colored storms. Instead, they were charred black like destroyed electrical appliances, sparks of lightning dancing across them. The shallow Blood River on the ground, meanwhile, froze into black ice amid the crackling sounds of breaking.

The First Red Prime Minister's signature ability—the omnipresent Crimson Storm that could strip all life of Blood Energy and dissolve everything nonliving—should have had absolute suppressive power over living beings, corporeal undead, and constructs alike. Only an army of incorporeal spirits could pass through it freely... That was also why he had been willing to cooperate with the Black Prime Minister back then.

Yet it was utterly useless against the Wild Hunt Legion.

They had no Blood Energy to speak of in the first place—not only were they undead, they were spirits as well! What was more, they themselves were the true controllers of the storm.

They had formed contracts with the Great Sage and commanded the true undying storm.

They were storm-bringers whose minimum level was the Fourth Level and whose maximum could reach the Sixth Level.

The "Crimson Storm" could not harm them at all. Instead, the storms they summoned tore it apart head-on!

"...What is that?"

"It actually suppressed the First Red Prime Minister..."

"Is that some kind of undead?"

"It's a spirit! It should be..."

The students of the Spirit Tower were dumbfounded by this terrifying power.

"—That is the Wild Hunt."

The one who answered their questions was Vice-Headmaster Adolf.

He stared intently at the sky outside and