Age of Adepts

Seeing the enemy appear in response, the Troll leader that was still roaring and shrieking abruptly quieted down.

On top of the crude camp fifty meters away from it, countless indigo-colored figures were standing silently, staring at the battlefield, not intending to run out to reinforce it.

The troll leader was standing between two piles of campfires, slowly moving his body.

It removed the animal skin that was half draped over its body, revealing its iron-like upper body and the numerous scars that crisscrossed it. All that was left on its body was a short and sturdy pair of leather pants, its lean and strong muscles slowly writhing, and its bones crackling continuously.

On its exposed body, in addition to the countless scars that represented the glory of a single battlefield, it was also coated with a brightly colored, fancy and bizarre pattern. They were made up of countless coiled and twisted colored lines and a mysterious and mysterious strange rune, forming a three-dimensional strange tattoo.

As the troll leader moved his body and his muscles gently trembled, a strange magical power lingered around his body. Judging from the source of the power, it was from those odd tattoos.

Compared to the Troll Chief who was 3 meters tall, Mary who was only 1.8 meters was a bit more delicate and exquisite.

Mary appeared in the depths of the dense forest, treading lightly on the pitch-black and deep soil, appearing before the Troll Chief in a graceful and voluptuous manner.

The light from the campfire cast on her body, tinting it with a pale golden halo.

The soft waist, graceful and tall figure, slender and slender limbs, and the pair of bat wings curled up behind her... Mary stepped out from the darkness, it was hard for the other party to see her appearance and figure, but just with this near perfect silhouette of her body, it was already enough to make all the males generate an uncontrollable urge.

However, the troll leader wasn't one of those green heads who hadn't experienced the world. The other side of the posture is full of temptation, but it can see very clearly, the voluptuous female stepping elegantly towards his own body outside of the overflow of a nearly suffocating terrifying blood gas.

This blood gas seems to be substantial, and it grows thicker as the other party approaches.

In the eyes of the troll leader, the other party seemed to be wrapped in a transparent blood-colored scarf that danced with the night wind. Such a bizarre scene not only didn't bring the slightest beauty, but also a deep chill to the bone.

If the Troll Chief had any sense at all, he would have understood that this was a typical manifestation of energy!

For no reason, the troll leader felt a little dry in the throat and a little cold in the back.

More importantly, the passion it had just fiercely and tyrannically fought with had a frightening feeling of being vaguely frozen!

The troll leader shivered with excitement and immediately realized that he was being suppressed by the terrifying blood energy of his opponent, which caused this feeling of helplessness that only a novice rookie would have.

"Roar..."

The troll leader immediately snarled loudly at Mary, who was slowly walking in front of him, his fierce eyes staring at the other party, bent down and pulled up a spear from the earth in front of him, and threw it like lightning.

Its movement was so swift that, while the dirt that splattered when the spear was pulled up was still slowly rising, the brownish-brown spear, covered with strange wood grain, had already shot out electrically, passing through the heart of Mary's body, and disappeared into the dark depths of the jungle where light was hard to reach.

"Good..."

"Kano-sama is mighty..."

Numerous shouts of varying tones rose to the sky, interspersed with whistles that rose and fell.

But the clamorous rising shouts soon fizzled out.

For the strange female figure slowly disappeared along with the night wind.

What the troll leader had just 'sniped' was merely an illusion left in place by the other side!

"Hmph, it's just a carving bug... come out here!"

The troll leader, a little hung up on his face, grunted and stomped on the ground with his broad footboard, a visible shockwave rippling away in all directions...

Almost in an instant, a shadowy blood-colored figure appeared from ten meters behind its side, and judging from the appearance of the other party, it seemed to be planning to launch a surprise attack on it.

It was too late to use the spear at such a close distance, the troll leader's right hand wiped behind his back and copied the spear into his hand. And its left hand quickly flashed, instantly hitting out a few pike darts from its waist.

Mary still had the same light-hearted, shallow smile, and a few swings of a strange bloody dagger in her hand picked off the incoming pike darts. Then her slender and nimble form darted around the troll leader, dodging the stabbing and swiping of the spear in her opponent's hand.

And with every flicker of the bloody dagger in her hand, she added a terrifying gash to the Troll Chief's body.

Suppression... full suppression!

The beginner troll leader of the 3rd stage was powerless in front of Mary, a peak 3rd stage vampire witch. The Hardened Poison Spear that flew like the wind couldn't even catch up with Mary, let alone deal her corresponding damage.

However, the full outburst of the Troll Leader's strength was not to be underestimated.

Although the war spear in its hands couldn't catch up to Mary, it could still pose a huge threat to Mary who was bullying close by by by tightly guarding its square footage. Although its body was sliced and drenched in blood by Mary, it was only limited to some insignificant parts with thick skin and flesh.

The parts that could truly pose a deadly threat were still guarded by it, leaving no chance for the opponent to attack.

Such a depressing scene fell into the eyes of the troll warriors watching from the rear, all of them breathing heavily, their eyes blood red, the wooden spears in their hands saving their creaks.

Even if they were still so excited and irritable, the troll leader who was fighting on the battlefield became even more violent and cruel.

But under the huge power gap, all of its efforts and bravery were all in vain.

If the situation continued, Mary could easily KO the troll leader. The only price she would need to pay was a little blood energy loss and minor flesh* body damage.

And these in turn could be quickly replenished after the battle.

So, Mary was able to kill this seemingly immensely powerful troll leader almost unscathed!

The reason for this was that the difference in their combined strength was too great.

The so-called comprehensive strength, apart from the individual rank, also included body quality, skill system, bloodline talent, combat skills, and weaponry.

In these aspects, the Troll Chief was severely substandard in all of them except for his physical qualities and combat skills, which could barely be classified as 3rd rank.

In Mary's eyes, this Troll Chief had a Tier 2 Strength, Tier 3 Physique, Tier 1 Agility, and Tier 1 Spirit. As for the skill system, it was almost all close combat style killing methods.

This kind of means to deal with the same lack of extraordinary strength may be good, but to deal with Mary who has extraordinary agility and strange blood sorcery, it is like a wild boar catching a monkey, the other side of the trick, but it is difficult to do anything about it.

The troll leader grew more and more violent and wild as several repeated bursts of power not only did not injure Mary, but also made itself scarred.

It huffed and puffed like a clumsy boar, chasing after a single poke of a strange phantom. And there was always an inexplicable stinging pain coming from its body, followed by a horrific additional blood gash.

The wounds that had been cut by the 'Bee Sting' dagger had a faint layer of blood attached to them.

Even with the Troll Clan's terrifying flesh* body recovery, these tumbling wounds would be difficult to heal on their own if they didn't remove the foreign energy on them.

After two quarters of fighting, the troll leader had only used one burst of power to leave a shallow wound on Mary's body. On the other hand, it itself was already dripping with blood, and its entire form looked terrifyingly horrifying.

The Troll Chief was in extreme rage!

The blood energy on its body had been operating and boiling to a certain extreme, and the ripples of power from its roaring vibrations were becoming visible.

Finally, amidst a wild, earth-shaking roar, the troll leader raised his spear to the sky, and an incomparably violent golden lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking at the tip of the spear without missing a beat.

The thunder roared, and the lightning overflowed.

The fiery lightning overflowing in the sky enveloped the Troll Chief and activated the strange and wonderful magical patterns on his body. All the magic patterns lit up at the same time, reflecting it as a terrifying demon covered in world-extinguishing thunder and lightning, destroying the heavens and the earth with every movement of its hands.

The trolls who were watching the battle in the camp knelt down on the ground and prayed with all their souls, welcoming the arrival of that great soul will.

Mary had intended to launch a surprise attack while the troll leader had no time to look on.

Unfortunately, as soon as the blood-colored figure broke into the lightning, her body was sore from this stray golden lightning bolt. If she hadn't retreated in time to see it coming, it was feared that the lightning storm that followed the merge would have been able to inflict terrible damage on her.

Damn it, this advent ritual sure can't be interrupted....

As she muttered angrily, Mary dodged a hundred meters away, quietly observing the changes in the troll leader.

The golden lightning was meandering around the troll leader's body, and wherever it went, the residual blood energy was devoured. The damaged body was also rapidly recovering under the nourishment of the powerful energy, and all the wounds were healing and smoothing out at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The troll leader's muscles swelled and grew once more, his bones were stretched and lengthened, and his entire body swelled from 3 meters to 5 meters, transforming into a terrifying demon god covered in thunder armor, raising his hands and feet to astonish the heavens and the earth.

The troll leader was roaring to the heavens, venting the inexhaustible power within his body.

When the transformation of its body came to an end, it stopped roaring, lowered its head, and stared at Mary's body with two dazzlingly hostile eyes.

Even with Mary's tyranny and cruelty, she couldn't help but feel slightly cringing in the face of the other party's projected gaze, and the vigorous battle intent within her heart was also slightly stagnant.

Feather Serpent God?

Or just a faint hint of the Feathered Serpent God's original consciousness....

It really is worthy of being an indigenous totem god of the lower planes, and it stepped in without even seeing that it was a trap. Should I say it's brave and fearless, or ignorant and fearless?

Mary spat silently, her face finally showing a hint of the cruelty and playfulness that came with her devious plan.

I've been waiting for you to come....