Age of Adepts

The flames of wrath are everywhere, and Vulcan is born!

When Grim transformed into a tall flaming humanoid and carried Emelia in his arms as he casually walked through the dungeon in the heart of the mountain, everywhere he went, flames were standing and flames were flying.

Not to mention the ordinary Demon Spore clan, even the terrifying fungal giants and swamp creatures that were as high as 2nd or 3rd stage were unable to survive more than ten handfuls in the burning field.

For a time, the strange and twisted scorched black bodies all over the ground were left behind as Grim stepped forward. From the traces remaining on them, one could see how painful and desperate they had been before they died.

This was a sacred and secret place that the Demon Spore clan had laid out for hundreds of years, there were swamp creatures whose hearts and minds had been infected by Demon Spores hidden almost everywhere, there were dangerous and terrifying magic traps almost everywhere... but all of this was so insignificant in Grim's eyes.

As Grim lamented and moved forward, he couldn't stop using his chip to scan everything around him.

Secret passageways, dark chambers, crevices, traps, mechanisms, ambushes...everything was impossible to hide from Grim's eyes. And the way he dealt with it all was so simple and brutal!

Flames, rockets, fireballs... all forms of flame sorcery were at hand.

In the face of such disparate power, any schemes and strategies and tactics were just clouds, just use flames to flatten!

The nearly thirty meters of twisting stone path in front of him was densely covered with magical traps, and the glow of leaping energy was a blood red in Grim's eyes that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to.

A wave of fire surged past, and all of the magical traps were triggered prematurely, erupting in a series of massive roars and terrifying elemental martyrdom. However, all of this did not harm Grim in the slightest, other than blowing the twisted stone path into a beehive.

Moving forward a few more meters, there was a narrow tunnel ahead, barely enough for a fungus giant to bend over and squeeze through. The stone walls on both sides of the tunnel were faintly glowing with energy.

Grim Gong gathered his eyes and increased the strength of the chip's penetration, immediately seeing through the meter-thick stone wall, as well as the red figures lurking densely behind the secret doors on both sides of the stone wall.

Grim snorted coldly, the left witch wand, the burning field immediately extended into the stone wall. In less than three to five flexes, the lurkers inside the door were burning and screaming, while the two secret doors were also burned red.

"Attack... attack... rush out and attack..."

There seemed to be a leader inside the red figure, growling loudly and giving orders.

The two side secret doors split left and right, and the miserably burned lurkers inside were going to rush out and fight Grim to the death.

Unfortunately, the death trap they had laid for Grim now framed them inside.

Due to the closed terrain and narrow passages, the lurkers scrambling to emerge were jammed inside the passages, unable to form a formation at all. And Grim took this opportunity, three fiery magic walls blocked their path, which casually summoned a flaming storm to throw into the most intense reaction of life energy.

Flames flew and waves of fire burned.

The sound of burning flesh never ceased, and the miserable screams and howls were even louder and louder.

However, the more enemies burned, not only can not smell the past choking pungent smell of charred, but also can smell the smell of thick grass and trees. From the lurker's dead and charred body, stars of green glow constantly emitted, making one unable to help but feel shaken and relaxed after sniffing.

The plant-based elemental particles were worthy of being the tamest magic particles in the world in terms of elemental nature.

Even for a fire witch like Grim, smelling such a dense plant-based elemental particle would make one feel refreshed and happy. As for Emelia, who was lying in Grim's arms, after absorbing a lot of these elemental particles, her head, which was about to burst, was also much relieved.

The Flame Demon Wall closed the road, the Flame Storm cleared the field, and then opened the road with a few Exploding Fireballs....

Such a simple and crude method of propulsion, but once paired with Grim's extraordinary flame strength and anticipatory spirit perception, it was that incomprehensible, that desperate!

Waves of lurkers rushed out from their hiding places, and before they could gather around, the Flame Sorcery that Grim cupped in his hands had already descended upon them.

It wasn't even necessary to add on flame penetration and flame potency, the base damage value of these flame sorceries alone was enough to flatten and sweep away all enemies with ulterior motives.

Even when passing through special tunnels and secret chambers, Grim would blast open the door with a fireball at Emelia's prompting, then throw a ball of flame in and the world would be clear.

Grim was like a urchin carrying a kettle of boiling water around looking for an ant nest. The enemy's so-called ambushes, the enemy's so-called traps, the enemy's so-called counterattacks, were all so feeble in his eyes....

And he just needs to let it all out!

"My lord, this doesn't seem to fit with our prior plans, does it? Shouldn't we be prioritizing the annihilation and control of that magic spore hub in the Sanctuary? We're moving so slowly now, in case Farneson gets the message and then teleports back..." although Emelia had a splitting headache, she still found the problem quickly.

There was actually no need to annihilate each and every one of these dense ground lurkers and holy ground guards, it was only most important to directly break into the Magic Spore Hub and control the most important one in the holy ground, the Magic Spore Seed. But now, as if he had plenty of time and certainty, Grim not only didn't look anxious at all, but he was 'playing' with this group of guards with great interest.

This... really puzzled her a bit!

But the house lord had the prestige of a legendary fire witch, so how could he commit such a lowly mistake. Thus, Emelia could only gently inquire, but she did not dare to look questioning in the slightest.

Grim smiled lightly, a wry look on his flame-condensed face.

"I'm just being so slow on purpose..."

"Then you..."

"Yes, I'm just waiting for that Faunson to teleport back... Emelia, if this is a good chance, I might even be able to avenge your family's death along with it!"

Emelia took a deep breath, her pretty little face filled with incredulity.

Although she had led Grim to invade the Wet Swamp and invade the Magic Spore Sanctuary with all her heart this time, she had never had the luxury of being able to eliminate that Faunson. Not for any other reason, but out of reverence for a 4th rank powerhouse!

Without having traveled outside, it was difficult to appreciate and comprehend the power of the 4th Order creatures.

Only if one had survived in a higher plane like the Sorcerer's World, could one understand more deeply how terrifying the power of the 4th Order, this powerful creature known as a 'demigod' was!

Take for example, the Demon Spore clan had worked hard for hundreds of years to create an impenetrable and trap-riddled place of death in this holy land. However, once the lack of a 4th rank creature presided over this holy land, and this holy land was invaded by Grim, the resulting war scene was not like a battle, but rather like a massacre.

The terrifying gulf of strength between the 3rd and 4th ranks simply couldn't be bridged by relying on this point number!

What's more, the one who invaded the Holy Land this time wasn't anyone else, but Grim who could be called a tough hand within the 4th rank powerhouses. With this addition and subtraction, it was easy to imagine the tribulations that would befall the Magic Spore Sanctuary.

Facing another 4th rank, even if that Faun Sen wasn't known for his fighting ability, Grim must have some certainty in daring to say such words. With Emelia's knowledge of this legendary house master, the other party had never uttered any empty lies that couldn't be paid.

Therefore, the apprehensive Emelia closed her mouth and began to silently think about the possible cards in the master's hand. With her intelligence, she quickly noticed some clues.

The positioning witch formation from before was particularly difficult to operate, and with the strength of the head of the family, it was only thousands of miles away, so why did it seem so difficult and dangerous to teleport over?

If my lord had only teleported here normally from the Ogre Camp in Angkorosh, it wouldn't have nearly crushed the Witch Formation. From this, we can deduce that with the help of that locating witch array, it is possible that the head of the family had brought some helpers from the witch world.

Could it be that Mary-sama has come?

Thinking of this, Emelia couldn't help but poke her head out of Grim's arms and quietly swept towards those hidden corners within the deep cavern, expecting to find traces of the other party.

It was also an excellent job of secrecy on Grim's part, she didn't even know that the Shadow Demon was a thing. Thus it was also impossible to discover that at some point, a terrifying 'killer' that was unimaginable to normal people had lurked inside the back beneath Grim!

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The Hall of Magic Spores.

This was one of the most central and important places in the depths of the Magic Pod Cave.

Inside a huge water-soluble cave, a bizarrely tall magic pod towered high above it, occupying almost half of the space inside the cave. The many spores were gathered around the tree, seemingly diligently busy with something.

The roots and feet of this strange magic pod were not rooted into the soil, but buried in the mountainous pile of bones. And the main trunk that it revealed was more than ten meters thick, from which dozens of thick branches and leaves were separated and forked. The green foliage at the end of the branches curled into the shape of a bizarre mouth, with sharp serrations and terrible slime even visible at the edges.

And the busy spore men chased away the head of the swamp creatures whose minds were controlled by the magic spores, making them lie down nicely at the foot of the magic pods.

Every time, the pods would spread their long, thick vine roots to wrap up the swamp creatures and throw them into the air. The pods, which looked like green mouths, scrambled to open their mouths, frantically tearing and devouring the flesh and blood of their prey.

Every time after a full meal, the dozens of fearsome maws on the pod's torso burp cozily, then lazily lower their branches and close their eyes for a nap.

Today, however, with the intrusion of a powerful enemy into the cave of the magic pods, the magic pods also began to become restless.