Age of Adepts

A large area of terrifying earth spear thrusts rose from the ground, quickly overturning the position of the three 4 Ring Arcane Masters.

In the midst of the wolf smoke, there was a long and miserable scream of an arcane master.

When the scattered dust and stone debris dissipated, only two spellcasters remained intact around the spell pool that towered like a forest of guns, while the other was pierced through half of his body by a thick earth spear, picking him up high.

The two Arcane masters who escaped the attack still had the glow of the Arcane Shield around their bodies, but the Arcane Shield had also endured an unusually severe challenge during the swift attack just now, so the glow on it looked dull and dull, somewhat on the verge of shattering.

The 4 ringed arcanist who was wearing the Earth Spear was obviously not much hardened and polished in his own body, and his physique was shockingly low. Therefore, he couldn't even wait for his two companions to be rescued, he had already become moribund.

This was the downfall of arcane masters who focused too much on the accumulation of arcane knowledge and neglected their physique.

If it was a wizard, even if it was just a 3rd rank wizard, he would never have been killed by that evil hoof so easily.

With a ripple in the ground nearby, the evil hoof emerged from the ground as if it was treading on water, with large scorch marks all over its pitch-black magic scales, as if it had just experienced a terrifying energy martyrdom.

From the other party's terrifying form and the way it appeared, the two remaining Aurors instantly understood.

"You... you're the one who destroyed the underground energy dense core..."

With a few furiously harsh drinks, they waved the arcane scepter in their hands, distantly pointing it at the evil hoof.

But strangely, nothing happened after a cold wind blew.

No rays, no balls of energy, not even drops of arcane energy appeared....

The two 4-Ringed Arcane Masters turned pale again, only then did it dawn on them that due to the explosion of the underground energy dense core, the spell pool behind them had completely failed.

Over the millennia, the Olympians had become accustomed to relying on the arcane facility for their battles.

When there was no more arcane energy, they borrowed from the mana pool;when there was no more arcane, they borrowed from the spell pool....

No matter what kind of enemy it was, as long as the arcane facilities behind the arcane masters were still functioning, they would be able to uninterruptedly torture them to death using various arcane arts.

However, now that the mana pool had been blown up and the spell pool had crumbled, it was really a bit hard for the Olympians who had relied on them to fight for years to snap out of it!

And at the moment when the two arcane masters paused in slight hesitation, that Evil Hoof's figure flickered and had appeared on one of their sides.

The earthen yellow mist erosion broke through the arcane shield, and a petrified ray hit the opponent's body before quickly fleeing the battlefield, dodging the arcane torrent that the arcane master was desperately trying to counterattack.

The Auror was still roaring with rage, trying to wave his scepter to continue his pursuit of the evil hoof.

Unfortunately, he was paralyzed and petrified into a green-gray human statue in less than 3 seconds as the power of petrification spread rapidly through his body.

Still, the Aurors' feeble physique had caused the trouble.

If their physique was a little stronger and their ontological magic resistance was a little higher, they would have been able to slow down the onset of the petrifying power, leaving him at least a small amount of time to save himself or escape.

But now....

The only remaining 4 ringed arcane master who faced such a prodigious calamity little lord also lost his confidence in defeating his opponent. If nothing happened to the Energy Secret Core, he had an endless supply of mana to support him, he had endless arcane arts to use, and he had powerful arcane barriers to protect him, he wouldn't have feared an enemy of the same level at all.

Unfortunately, there weren't that many ifs in the world....

When they lost the support of external objects, the Austrians lacked combat skills, lacked physique hardening, and lacked the polish of the will to fight... these shortcomings also leaked out one by one.

The evil and vicious hoof tore off the body of the Olympian wearing the stone spear and gnawed on it, and fiercely sniffed to pull out a ghostly blue soul shadow from inside the corpse, and then inhaled it like a drug, which made a strange and satisfying loud mouth sound.

If you die in the hands of this evil hoof, besides the corpse will become food for the other side, not even your soul can get the final peace.

Seeing this scene, the only remaining arcane master's spiritual will quickly collapsed.

He pulled out a large handful of oddly shaped arcane items from his bosom and madly smashed them at the evil hoof, then recited the secret text of the teleportation spell in a cryptic, trembling voice.

Without the support of the spell pool, all of Past's instantaneous arcane spells could not be used, and he could now only rely on his own power to cast arcane spells. So a portal that he had casually pulled open in the past, this time it took him a full 7 seconds to manage to cast the spell.

This time, it took him seven seconds to cast the spell. However, the Evil Hoof, who had already treated him as food, could not let him escape.

The evil hoof's body stood erect, and the lotus petal-shaped fierce mouthpiece trembled rapidly in the direction of the teleportation door. As a strange void ripple extended to the portal, the black mirror-like portal began to shake and tremble violently.

The arcane master was horrified and hurriedly injected his mental energy into the portal, which barely managed to keep it from collapsing instantly.

The pile of arcane items he threw out included a silver statue that could transform into an exquisite arcane puppet, arcane scrolls that blossomed with a silvery glow, and some strange fruits that quickly transformed into spirit shockwaves....

Finally, with this assortment of arcane items, he managed to stall the evil hooves in place for 3 seconds. Only then did he managed to escape the scene and hide in one of the arcane towers.

Having successively killed and devoured the flesh, blood and souls of two 4-ringed arcane masters, the Evil Hoof immediately became energized, and even the severe energy shock it had received on its body had recovered quite a bit.

Thus, under its command, the large group of alienated beasts that had burst in broke through the broken spell pool and pounced towards the arcane hall at the rear.

There, it sensed the scent of that 5 ring great arcane master!

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After stealthily spying on the fight between the Evil Hoof and several arcane masters, Grim's heart was also somewhat stirred and uneasy.

In terms of physique and fighting ability alone, this Evil Hoof was far above himself.

Even if he took out his full strength, it would be nearly impossible for him to defeat such an opponent. On the contrary, the probability of him falling in defeat and dying was as high as 39%.

However, if Grim was bent on escaping, it would be more difficult for that Evil Hoof to leave him behind.

In Grim's mind, the information that the chip had gathered based on the aftermath of the war that had just spilled over seemed so blindingly obvious.

"Evil Hoof, Little Lord of Calamity, 4th Advanced, Earth Attribute, Body Base Data: strength 31 physique 46 agility 36 spirit 42, Mastery of Skills: all mid to high level earth abilities, Earth Mist Erosion (4th Order), Petrifying Rays (4th Order), Ring of Gravity (4th Order).... "

"Arcane Master, 4 rings, power attribute unknown, body base data: strength 8 physique 14 agility 6 spirit 43, basic abilities: arcane mastery, puppet making, arcane affinity..."

The gap between the basic strengths of the two sides was so great that there was simply a huge disparity between heaven and earth.

With such a disparity in strength, it was no wonder that once an Olympian lost the support of arcane facilities such as arcane towers, mana pools, and spell pools, they were simply as fragile as a papier-mâché in front of an evil hoof.

For an alternative spell caster like an arcane master who relied heavily on external objects, Grim obviously strongly disapproved deep down.

As a spell caster, the necessary spell research and spell experimentation must be engaged in, but one should not give up the hardening of the flesh* body and the sharpening of the will to fight for this reason.

In the wizard world, all wizards must prioritize their battle prowess. Only when their own battle power can guarantee their own safety, will they spend a certain amount of thought and resources to engage in some research that they are interested in. Otherwise, what's the use of having all that research if your life is lost!

So, this group of arcane masters inhabiting the Morian Plane, the spirit of research and the pursuit of truth was far more thoroughly implemented than the sorcerers. Unfortunately, they are good at research, but poor at protecting themselves. When the entire Arcane Empire is facing a crisis, there is almost no one who can stand up and turn the tide.

Grim could only offer infinite sympathy for their plight.

After all, this multiverse was a world of violent turmoil and great competition, wanting to safely climb technology, occupy land, and crush opponents with far superior technological power. While such an idea was wonderful, it wasn't realistic!

Instead, it would be better to focus on pragmatism and individual strength like a wizard, concentrating the vast majority of resources in the hands of a few wizards, and stacking up a superpower that would be awe-inspiring to foreign enemies. Only in this way could the enemy's desire to swoop in be restrained, giving their own camp and successors some opportunity to develop and flourish.

The reason why the Sorcerer's World was able to stand firm in a world where many strong clans had established themselves was inextricably and inevitably linked to those three 9th Order Grand Sorcerers!

And unfortunately for the Austrian Empire, both Austrian Emperors had only reached 8th rank.

And such strength is apparently not enough to scare off the greedy and cruel enemies!

Grim stepped forward slowly and jumped into the crumbling and broken spell pool, scanning the chip for the strange runes etched into the walls of the pool. Making sure that nothing was missing, it dug out, took a look at the Hall of Arcane Arts in the distance, and turned in the other direction.

There were so many places in the entire Floating City that were worth a trip, he didn't need to go huddle with that evil hoof. If he guessed correctly, the other party should be heading straight for that 5-ringed Great Arcane Master.

Although the two sides had agreed on the priority order of dividing the loot after killing that 5 Ringed Great Olympian, this agreement itself was absurd.

If the three sorcerers really helped Evil Hoof to kill the 5 Ringed Great Occultist, I'm afraid that a new battle would break out instead of dividing the loot.

After all, no one liked to spit out any more fat meat that had arrived in their mouths!