Age of Adepts

Grim walked leisurely on top of an all-metal bridge suspended high above a steel fortress halfway up.

The whistling wind blew over the bridge, ruffling Grim's outer robes and revealing the dark red Fire Dragon armor beneath.

The bridge was 5 meters wide, sturdy and thick enough to allow a large number of metallic magical weapons to move quickly over it.

There was a meter high handrail by the side of the bridge, standing at the edge and looking down, one could see countless undulating, strange steel buildings with a strong metal punk style, as well as the densely packed, alien races moving around like tiny ants.

With its impregnable steel fortress and terrifying magic artillery, the Eternal Capital had fought off a number of giant dragon lords who had come to conquer it. The Eternal Capital was able to fight off a number of dragon lords who came to conquer it.

No matter what plane you are in, as long as you can show your strong force, you will have countless admirers and followers.

When the Eternal Capital proved its strength in an iron-blooded style, the natives who were deeply oppressed by the Giant Dragon clan naturally ran to join the Eternal Capital with great joy. This also allowed the Eternal Capital's influence and prestige to quickly spread throughout the entire Lance Position.

So, as Grim had witnessed, the Eternal Capital was home to hundreds of thousands of huge indigenous tribes in addition to thousands of battle magic weapons. They were like parasitic weeds, shrubs or vines that lived on the outskirts of the Eternal Capital, surviving on a few handouts and scraps.

If you want to get by and rise to the top, you must join the Eternal Capital and join the indigenous outlying regiments under Brain Splitting Gru.

Using this method, Fractal Brain Gru only used a small amount of resources to gather a large number of indigenous troops with all sorts of strange combat abilities.

Now, with Fractal Brain Grew's order, the entire Eternal City boiled, and a batch of metal magic weapons and indigenous warriors poured out from the various buildings of the Steel Fortress, rushing madly towards the strange sorcerer with black hair and black pupils standing on top of the metal trestle bridge.

Having passed the elemental sorcerer's primary stage, initially raising his power to the level of rules, those strange appearance features formed from past elemental overflow or power projection were also slowly disappearing. The Grim at this moment was actually the closest to his soul's original form.

The elemental deposits on top of his once long, dark red hair had faded away, revealing a bright and smoothly lustrous black underbelly. The fire elemental overflow was no longer present, and Grim's eye pupils had reverted to black, with only a few scattered red dots faintly visible around the pupil.

If one was able to magnify these red dots, they would be horrified to discover that they were strange runes that burned with tiny flames. Moreover, as Grim's psychology and emotions changed, these tiny runes were also in the midst of swirling up and down in constant change.

Grim slowly walked on a long metal trestle bridge, sloping from a towering metal fortress to a giant steel tower in the distance.

Although the steel fortresses here were as numerous as a thousand hairs, and the metal trestle bridges here were as dense as a spider's web, Grim could not possibly get lost if he had been here once. Therefore, he was aiming straight for the heart of the Eternal Capital, the steel hall where the ectoplasmic Ghazluvi was hiding.

Seriously, Grim was only here today to catch up with that Ghazluvi!

Although the other party had done too many things in the past that made Grim 'unsatisfied', but that was the past after all. With Grim's advancement this time, his perspective and pattern of viewing people and things was somewhat different from the past.

That Gazluvi, as a rather ambitious and crazy goblin, was able to turn itself into what it was now, which was a clear indication of its talent and brains. As a rank 3 brain monster, sitting in a solid city, even if it replaced Grim in its place, I'm afraid it would be somewhat reluctant to take the position of a sorcerer's slave.

Therefore, its restlessness, its resistance, Grim could completely understand.

But understanding didn't mean acceptance!

In the past, Grim, to be honest, did not have the absolute power to suppress or force the 3rd order brain monster into submission. The two sides just chose to be virtual with each other out of the wisdom of 'together we can do two good things and apart we can do two harm'.

The 3rd Order Brain Monster also used this opportunity to do a lot of things that were against the Crimson Family's interests.

Of course, Grim knew this, but silently chose to endure, in order not to force the 3rd order brain monster out of the family, so that the family would not lose the Lance bit that had huge dragon resources.

But now that Grim was already a famous 4th rank wizard, the contrast in power between the two sides had lost its former balance. Therefore, what was tolerated in the past, Grim could no longer tolerate now.

He had only one purpose for his visit, and that was to bring the 3rd Order Brain Monster back into the family's control and management. If the other side didn't know what to do, then Grim wouldn't mind a 'small' demonstration of his new power to the enemy.

Listening to the piercing sirens that sounded over the Eternal Capital, and looking at the dense battle demons and black press of indigenous warriors that pounced out from a metal fortress and stronghold, Grim couldn't help but open his mouth slightly in surprise.

He thought of the resistance of the 3rd Order Brain Monster, but didn't expect the other side to resist so fiercely....

It's almost a state of complete and utter hostility!

What on earth was that 3rd order brain monster thinking again, it was so certain that it could force itself back, without even giving itself the necessary leeway to make peace. Did it think that Grim wouldn't dare to kill it?

Thinking of this, Grim's black pupils couldn't help but narrow.

He had a feeling that there was something not simple behind this matter, as if there was an invisible hand pushing and manipulating something. Otherwise, with that Ghazluvi's cowardly and fearful character, he would never have done something so decisive!

However, all the doubts could only be put to afterwards to be answered one by one. Now, what Grim needed to face was the thousands of 'enemies' that were swarming onto the metal trestle bridge.

In order to see that Ghazluvi, Grim would first need to clear away all of these eyesores.

Grim....

With a noisy and piercing whistle, the first group that rushed up was not the metal magic weapons that were spread all over the city, but a group of 170 bird-bodied people.

They were both male and female, with humanoid bodies, but with eagle wings and claws, and torsos**, with only dense tawny feathers growing at the end of their limbs. Their upper arms were replaced by a pair of eagle wings, and underneath them were two foot claws, on which they held a three-meter-long stabbing spear.

The stabbing gun was made of wood throughout its body, and the front end was sharpened into a spike.

And those bird-bodied people were now holding these wooden spiked guns, flapping their wings desperately as they screamed and charged at Grim.

Grim's black pupils swept away from them with a look of masked contempt.

A group of little more than apprentice-level guys, there weren't even many Sorcerer-level individuals to be found in Noh's group. Such a weak dish was worthy of charging at a 4th rank Sorcerer?

Not bothering to fight some such 'trash', Grim held up the burning field without a word.

As the Dark Red Canopy enveloped a radius of nearly a thousand meters around Grim, all the bird-bodied people that had broken into it and the indigenous warriors that followed were rapidly burning and turning into ash amidst miserable, terrified screams. The steel buildings and metal trestles that had been incorporated into the dark red canopy also began to glow red and shiny, even as their surfaces began to melt under the incredible heat and invisible flames that burned them.

As soon as the burning field was released, it also quickly snuffed out the Eternal Capital's desire to rely on the many indigenous creatures to surround Grim. Without an ultra-high magic resistance of rank 2 or higher, and without special flame protection, any creature entering the Burning Field would have to suffer terrifying flame damage of up to 210 degrees per second.

Not to mention these naked bit natives, there weren't many rank 2 witches with a full set of resistances that could withstand this kind of constant wear and tear.

In almost an instant, the momentum of the originally raging attack was suppressed.

One by one, the bit natives screamed madly and rushed into the dark red canopy, then quickly burned into ash. No matter if it was an ordinary individual or a little-known indigenous powerhouse, as long as they entered the dark red canopy, they wouldn't be able to advance more than a few steps before they were incinerated to ash with a bang.

Having seen such scenes more than once, they scared those who came after them.

They crowded in front of the dark red canopy, watching with horror as this terrifying film of light advanced step by step. And they had also lost the courage to continue their charge, squeezing into a lump of flesh in front of the light film and desperately retreating backwards.

Occasionally a few unlucky people, who were crushed into the light film by the crowded ranks, and before they could return and flee in terror, their entire bodies spewed endless flames under the gaze of many eyes, instantly turning to ash.

The natives were finally afraid!

Just because they're brave doesn't mean they're stupid; just because they're fearless doesn't mean they're willing to die for no reason.......

Thus, when a certain frightened bit native screamed and turned to run away, all the bit natives couldn't help but crumble along with them.

It couldn't be helped, the 'demon' they were facing was too terrifying, and their strength was too weak.

Not to mention hurting that 'demon', so many of them combined probably wouldn't even have the courage to face each other!

Grim didn't care as he leisurely moved forward on the metal trestle bridge, while the dark red canopy he held up was like driving cattle and sheep, driving the bit natives to scatter and crumble.

And at this moment, a group of bit natives had just escaped halfway to the metal trestle bridge when they were pummeled by a dense rain of bullets and bared energy rays. Then in the next moment, a squad of metal clanking and formation of battle demons stepped in neat steps, stepping over the corpses and painful mouths of the wounded today, and approached the distant Grim step by step.