Age of Adepts

Not to mention the unseen Lance Position natives, how could even the warrior dragons have ever seen such a terrifying and bloody scene.

With a single swift flurry of fire from the Magic Armament Warband, a 'beautiful' ring of fire exploded on the outskirts of the battle circle.

In the flames, countless pieces of flesh and blood and dust and gravel flew around like bullets, with uncountable broken limbs mixed in.

With just this one strike, the charging bit natives lost nearly ten thousand people, and the number of injuries was countless.

But what made the Dragon Lords even more jaw-dropping was that, while the burst ring of fire cut the indigenous ranks in half, a line of metal magic weapons rushed out from within the Sorcerer's defense line, clearing away the remaining natives inside the ring of fire like a gust of wind sweeping leaves.

What about the thick-skinned and resilient trolls and ogres, they were sliced to pieces in a matter of moments under the dense, rain-like energy rays that were saved up. As they struggled to pounce on the Archer Demon Armament, a terrifying stream of high temperature flames nearly ten meters long spewed out from the opponent's flattened arm.

With energy rays from afar, flamethrower jets at close range, and indestructible steel, these self-described powerful Lance Position natives encountered the aligned Demon Armor Legion as if they had met their end, and finally fell helplessly.

Even the battle-hardened troll ogres had fallen to such a fate, and those skinny werewolves, green devils, and dog-heads were even more vulnerable. The wooden sticks and stone sticks they held aloft, the wooden throwing spears that were sharpened at the end, and the stones that served as throwing weapons were a vegetable in front of the magic weapons armed to the teeth.

Wooden sticks swung and snapped....

Throwing spears and crumbling....

The stone was thrown, leaving a white dot on the other's golden body....

Soon, the natives with nothing to lose were left to fight with their tough bodies and blood courage. Unfortunately, courage could not stop the energy rays, and hard skin could not withstand the scorching heat of the flame streams, so on the frontal battlefield, the natives were caught in a dilemma.

Rushing up, with inferior weapons and inferior defense, they could only end up in a miserable fate of being torn by foot tenderness....

Backing down, there was a rushing sea of fire behind them, and the tall fiends were still advancing....

For a time, the interior of the Ring of Fire was filled with miserable and painful shrieks and roars, as a tall figure slumped to the ground under the dense rays of saving shots, while more guys were still fighting and killing.

And behind the rows of magic weapons, the silhouettes of human sorcerers could be seen faintly.

They never waded into the dangerous front lines of battle, but rather patrolled the battlefield leisurely under the protection of layers of magical weapons. Once they spotted a big, life-tough hunk like a furred rhinoceros dashing left and right, knocking over and overturning several magic weapons, these sorcerers leaned in with a sardonic smile.

Or sorcery scrolls, or instant wands, a different colored sorcery thrown over, the big guys who were rampaging before went limp in no time, stuck in the middle of the many magic weapons.

Who knew how long the war would last, so most of the sorcerers had prepared a large number of sorcery items to cast spells instead of themselves. In such a grand and fierce battlefield, preserving their own strength as much as possible and using witch beasts and puppets to consume the enemy's living power was what witches were best at in war!

Inside the Ring of Fire, the fight was unrelenting, but outside, the blackened natives were scared to death by the flames rising up before them.

They didn't have the extraordinary magic resistance of a dragon or a draconian, and could easily walk through the sea of fire unscathed. There were even a few unlucky enough ones who were pushed and shoved by the constant influx of 'companions' behind them and 'rushed' into the sea of fire with fear on their faces, then turned into a miserable, screeching, terrifying fireman.

For a moment, the natives' offensive actually stalled!

Damn damn damn damn....

The dragons flying high in the blue sky cursed one by one, giving orders to the dragons among the natives with a great roar that shook heaven and earth.

One by one, the tall and strong dragons lined up, grabbed a small and thin native and threw him into the sea of fire. More than a dozen dragons did the same, but they used the life of the aborigine to press a path to the inside.

"Charge... all of you, charge inside..."

As the dragons roared in unison, the brawny natives followed suit, grabbing their scrawny 'companions' and hurling them into the sea of fire. Under their tumbling and blood pressure, the sea of fire in front of them actually showed signs of weakening.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, more natives swarmed in and, enduring the pain of the burning flames, travelled through the sea of fire and rushed into the inner ring.

In the distance, the goblin chariot's 5 energy fireballs per minute were still roaring, but no amount of heavy bombardment and no amount of ferocious fire could stop the bit natives from charging in.

Under the barbaric drive of the dragons and draconians, more than 200,000 bit aborigines, fearing neither death nor sacrifice, rushed towards the front of the battlefield with their wooden sticks and spears held high.

A close and bloody fight begins!

But as the main messengers of war, neither Grim nor the dragons took casualties on the battlefield seriously.

Wherever the attack was blocked, they would roar a few times and urge; wherever the defense line was a little loose, they would give an order to send some backup support... It might seem like they were all very concerned about the battlefield, but deep down, those were just a bunch of pawns that could be sacrificed at any time.

As long as the sacrifices they made were valuable and could offset enough of the other side's leverage, the higher-ups on both sides didn't care who lived and who died!

On such a large battlefield, Grim had already released the Plague Poison Spirit, adding a highly poisonous aura to the periphery of the Demonic Armament Battlegroup. It was just that in such a tragic battlefield where life and death were separated at every turn, and bones were broken at every turn, it was hard to see the obvious effects of a little more and a little less poison attack.

However, the accumulation of less into more, gather sand into tower, the great battlefield above every death from the poisonous natives will quickly decay and collapse, burst into a cloud of yellow-green poisonous fog, thus infecting more enemies. A portion of their dead souls also turned into a faint white light that converged on the Plague Poison Spirit, thus making its soul breath grow stronger and stronger.

After following Grim for so long, this Plague Poison Spirit that had become one with Grim's soul had never really had enough to eat. Grim had already become a 3rd stage wizard, yet it was still just a 2nd stage advanced fellow, simply worthy of the name Soul Armed.

Today, on this flesh and blood battlefield, Grim had finally let go of all authority, giving it the power to kill to its heart's content.

Also active on the battlefield were Worm Witch Billis and a host of Crimson Sorcerers.

The way Worm Witch Billis had evolved decided that he was not suited to a battle between strong men, but instead was more suited to the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

Swarms of black beetles flapped their large and small pairs of sheathed wings, converging into a black torrent that rushed left and right across the battlefield, continuously swallowing and tearing at the natives of the Lance Dimension. The five-headed Void Ravagers, on the other hand, brought eleven demonic mantises into a whirlwind, wildly sweeping the battlefield.

On the smoky, chaotic battlefield, the bit natives who were bravely charging were running and fighting when their own heads suddenly rose up into the sky, a fountain of blood spurting from their necks.

The Void Ravagers that were able to use the interdimensional layer of invisibility were an invisible demon to the bit natives. Without even being able to figure out their shape and location, one life was miserably harvested.

As for the Demonic Mantis that only had the ability to cloak in the grass and trees, it loomed large on the battlefield, relying on its extreme flight speed to rampage across the field, frantically killing one enemy after another.

They consciously bypassed the large, thick-skinned ones, and specialized in slaughtering the weaker bit natives, thus rampaging across the battlefield, hardly finding any opponents.

Medusa Dana and Scorpion Lion Caron also stepped onto the battlefield with their kin tribesmen, intercepting those who had slipped through the net at the rear of the metal magic weapons. Whether it was Dana's snake-haired arrows or Caron's low dive, they were deadly enough for the bit natives without solid armor and stomach.

Occasionally, when she encountered a powerful fellow, Medusa would only need to launch a 'petrifying gaze' at close range at the expense of source power, and the other side would be neck-deep in death.

With the rapid expansion and growing strength of the Crimson Family, the chances of the two of them being able to fight for appearances had become less and less. As a result, they were becoming more and more precious about the opportunity in front of them and were almost doing their best to battle kill.

On the other hand, the 2nd stage split-brain Grue was perched on top of the Demonic Puppet Dragon's back like a huge metal platform, and its body was spilling out thousands of energy chains that were as thin as a snake's winding and stretching. The Demon Armor Puppet Dragon underneath him did not participate in the battle, and similar to the Grue, but more numerous and denser energy chains were also emitted from his body.

These energy chains roamed and stretched indefinitely, linking to a goblin chariot or air goblin airship from time to time. Whenever the energy chains were successfully linked, an abundant amount of magical energy would be poured into the target's body along the milky white chains.

It was through the constant recharging of the split-brain gru and the magic weapon puppet dragons that the nearly 100 goblin chariots and thousands of metal magic weapons could continue to kill and attack. Otherwise, such high-intensity battles would have long since depleted the magical energy stored in their bodies.

Meryl was sitting in the command hall of the cruiser, acting as the supreme commander of the entire battlefield, while the Crimson Family Level 2 Sorcerers who specialized in fighting and killing were standing on top of the cruiser's flight deck, distantly examining the hovering dragons in the distance.

At the forefront of them were Grim, Mary, Alice and the elemental magic weapon.

Grim infused the flame billet into the elemental magic weapon, acting as an alternative chip.

He himself, on the other hand, was standing upright at the edge of the deck, coldly sweeping at the balking dragon lords.

Cannon fodder against consumption? Honestly, the Crimson Family had never suffered a loss in this area since they had mastered the goblin plane.

When the cannon fodder was consumed to a certain extent, it would be time for these dragons to sit down and step onto the battlefield.

That would be when this battle today would truly begin!

Grim waited in the cold....