Age of Adepts

"Jie Jie Jie... Little fellow, you've found the right person to compete with your wife in a poison casting contest. Then let's compete to see who's more poisonous!"

With a sneer, the Poison Crone Gwenevere, who was perched high in the sky, raised an even thicker and thicker invisible poisonous miasma around her body, wrapping around Remy from every angle.

It was obvious that they were tiny, invisible germs, but the Crone was able to manipulate them as if she had her fingers in her hands, and was simply more obedient than an army that had been trained a thousand times and could do as she pleased.

The newcomer Remy's face instantly turned unsightly, and with a light tap on the servant corpse underneath him, the other party immediately turned around and rushed away. All the low-ranked poisonous corpses stayed where they were, even rushing into the poisonous mist to voluntarily become blood and flesh parasites that reproduced plague spores.

For a while, the field was filled with black mist, almost the entire world into a hazy illusion.

And while the other side's vision was obscured, the remaining dozen or so servant corpses also scattered and fled to different regions.

"Trying to escape? Jie Jie Jie... little one, you'd better stay here!" How could the old witch who had locked onto Remy long ago not be able to detect its movements. With a sinister grin, the old witch gathered thick poisonous miasma to protect her body and rushed headlong into the poisonous fog, intending to continue chasing the fleeing poison spirit.

But to her surprise, just after she rushed into the poisonous fog, before she could pass through, the surrounding dense poisonous fog like clouds quickly boiled and burst.

Explode and burst?

It was a special ability that the old witch hadn't expected!

The poisonous germs she drove, infesting, corrupting, assimilating, transforming, lurking, erupting... all sorts of abilities, but by no means did they have the ability to burst. This... seemed to fall under the category of elemental sorcery?

However, allowing her to be surprised and horrified, the huge poisonous mist still burst unmoved with her as its center.

Like an elemental sorcery, a giant, microscopic plague spore, a deadly poisonous fungus that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, self-destructed in an exceptionally tragic manner. And she, the self-proclaimed mighty Poison Crone, Gwynevere, was at the center of the most powerful blast when the poisonous mist self-destructed.

A moment of carelessness, a moment of arrogance, had immediately caused the Poison Crone to pay a 'heavy' price!

Cough cough....

Amidst a fierce coughing and gasping, the black-faced Gwynevere burst out of the self-destructing poisonous cloud in a crooked manner, then fell screaming into the sky like a bird with folded wings.

It took a full two minutes before Gwenavir dispelled the poisonous cloud that had wrapped around the surface of her body, then hatefully pulled out a brightly colored straw cake from her carry-on tile, broke it up and put it in her mouth, chewing hard.

Then there was another violent cough, but this time she vomited out some purple-black blood, which was faintly mixed with some internal organs and pieces of flesh.

Having cleared the plague spores from her body in this self-inflicted way, Gwynevere was able to put her mind completely at ease. But this lowered her already timid physique by two or three points, making it difficult to raise it up in the short term.

The old witch opened her triangular eyes and gritted her teeth, cursing that poisonous spirit's cunning. But what surprised her even more was that the other party's way of driving the poisonous spirit was so bizarre that it was able to cause it to self-destruct... Was it a poisonous technique or a natural ability?

This is obviously unknown.

If you really wanted to know, I'm afraid that only by capturing that poisonous spirit and dissecting it thoroughly would you be able to know.

The old witch wasn't defeated in that round just now, she had just carelessly fooled that little guy. The toxins and latent spores in his body were removed almost instantly, although his internal organs and physique were slightly affected in the process. But to a 3rd ranked Poison Crone, this effect was only a minor injury, and what annoyed her most was the damage to her face!

As she hatefully climbed up from the dirt and slapped off the dirt stained on her black robe, the old witch cursed the clever kid loudly. Under her furious gaze, the magic broom, which served as a flying instrument, was blown to pieces by the spontaneous explosion, and could no longer fly.

The old witch was good at poisoning, not flying.

In order to increase her speed, she bought a magic broom which is the newest model in the Hikari series and the fastest Hikari 2000.

Who knows, because of her own carelessness, it was damaged in the hands of a youngster who was just starting out.

Shaking with anger, the old witch had to take out another flying broom, and with great difficulty, straddle it, fly up into the sky with a shout, and chase after the other party's fleeing direction.

The self-destruct just now also made the old witch lose her mental lock on the poison spirit, and now she could only rely on luck and her half-hearted tracking technique to catch up with her opponent.

With the Poison Spirit and the old witch leaving one after the other, this wilderness land also regained its tranquility once again.

However, the residual poisonous mist slowly seeped into the surrounding soil and vegetation, causing them to rapidly wither and wither, presenting an appearance of extinction.

If the Paladins hadn't come here to perform a massive purification spell, I'm afraid that this area would have become a terrifying place of withering death within a ten-mile radius. No creature or plant could survive here, and if they were even too close to this place, there was a huge risk of contracting plague poisonous bacteria.

A short fight between two 3rd rank poison caster spells had created an epidemic zone of more than ten miles in a vacuum, which had fully exposed the terrifying and powerful 3rd rank creatures!

If a high level caster abuses his or her abilities uncontrollably, the wounds caused to the interior of the plane are extremely difficult to repair. 3rd level is still like that, but what about 4th level?

In many instances, the Great Thousand Places limited their internal power limit to 4 ranks, and it couldn't be denied that there was a necessity in the underworld.

..................

Grim was flying at a rapid pace.

At this moment, he had transformed into a huge flame without any form, brandishing a clear fire path in the sky, flying swiftly forward. Every five seconds, the fireball would perform a flame jump, instantly changing its direction of flight and blasting off in another direction.

Fire sorcery was as powerful as it was powerful, but it was a place where there was no choice but to easily leave a clear trail when escaping.

Although the two sorcerers behind him had been thrown out of sight, Grim still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest and was still trying his best to escape.

He perceived very clearly that a cold and sticky breath like a viper's letter that could not go away was always wrapped around him, closely chasing his every move.

It was that giant snake shaman!

Grim dared to assert that the other party must possess some sort of strange tracking ability, able to follow him without fail, drawing closer to each other bit by bit.

Was it sorcery or a natural ability? Lacking concrete intelligence and information, even the chip had difficulty answering this question and could only remain doubtful for the time being.

After running furiously for half a day and still unable to get rid of this strange feeling, Grim simply stopped fleeing aimlessly and changed his direction, heading straight for the nearest active volcano.

Since he couldn't escape, let's fight!

And as the fleeing party, Grim naturally had the opportunity to pick the most suitable battle site for himself.

The Gonsas Volcano was one of the most famous and active volcanoes in the Zambes Empire.

Viewed from above, the Gonsas Volcano was a beautiful, nearly circular crater.

It is not a high mountain, and walking on top of a slope full of volcanic debris will make a strange rustling sound underfoot. Due to the constant eruptions throughout the year, it is almost impossible to see any green vegetation within a few kilometres of the mountain and its surroundings. Only from five kilometers away could some sparse trees be seen.

And as soon as Grim flew near the Gonsas Volcano, he saw the thick grey column of smoke rising straight up, as well as the rumbling volcanic roar of the day and night.

When he arrived here, sensing the strong fire elemental atmosphere that was pounding in his face, the flame energy in Grim's body became more and more active and stirred.

After just a brief pause in the sky and a glance at the surrounding area, Grim transformed into a flame once again and instantly disappeared into the slowly flowing fluid magma inside the crater.

Grim, who had transformed into a humanoid flame, walked rapidly through the magma, and when he arrived here, it was as if he was at home, where the magma fluid and the terrifying flame streams with temperatures as high as two to three thousand degrees were not only not his enemies, but had also become his best helpers.

Summoning a Gate of Flame from the depths of a hundred meters of magma, he released hundreds and thousands of flame creatures from within, allowing them to spread out of their *own* accord within this massive crater. With the constant supply of fire elements replenished here, this Flame Gate would also be able to last longer, allowing more flame creatures to come from the distant Fire Elemental Plane to this remote Enwick Plane.

But unfortunately, this type of summoning nature of the Flame Gate would always be one-way.

After these fire elementals did run to the Enwick Plane, it would become extremely difficult for them to return to their familiar Fire Elemental Plane. Unless they also had an autonomous intelligence like the Flame Tiger Sindar and could open a small flame pathway back to the Fire Elemental Plane on their own power, they would just wait for their 'old' death in the Enwick Plane!

After laying down the Flame Gate, Grim unleashed the Elemental Magic Armament again, allowing it to quickly repair its own damage.

It had to be said that the sword of the 4th rank divine knight, Adept Kale, was truly terrifying, almost splitting its body completely. If there was no elemental magic weapon to block the sword, I'm afraid that the sword would have been enough to shatter Grim's flaming body, and then 'purify' his unprotected soul with the power of the holy light attached to the sword's energy.

Creatures of the 4th rank were indeed not to be underestimated, even the Holy Knight that Grim despised so much, once they reached the 4th rank, they also possessed the same great strength to kill them with a single blow.

Moreover, it was said that that Adept Kale was still in a state of severe injury and was not at the peak of his own power.

By this estimate, I'm afraid that his power in its prime was even more terrifying!

At the very least, Grim was not interested in messing with such a powerful man.