Age of Adepts

The war continues!

After all the cannon fodder has been spelled out, the next thing to fight is the elite and heritage of both sides.

The War Witch Tower and the Goblin Chariot were bombarding each other from a distance of nearly a thousand meters, and an astonishing number of battle demons were taking to the battlefield step by step in such an environment.

In order to minimize individual casualties, the battle demons disrupted the original neat and tidy formation, and began to stand loosely, pouring firepower on the nearest War Wyrm as they marched.

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As for the Dennel Witchcraft troops hiding around the Tower, they took advantage of the situation and put down every single combat weapon that stepped into their attack range with a powerful elemental strike.

To be honest, although the individual members of the Witch Troop had 1st rank strength, they were far inferior to the Wizards who had appeared with formal advancement. However, once they were allowed to aggregate together, with the aid of wizards and possessed weapons, the terrifying battle power they exerted was also breathtaking.

The three hundred people of the Magic Bow group were divided into six battle squads of fifty people each.

All of their members were carefully selected senior apprentices, all of them were tough, especially with incredibly high arm strength. Coupled with the Rune Longbows and possessed Burst Arrows that were specially equipped for them, once they launched a fire gathering attack on a certain area of the battlefield in squad mode, they were able to instantly dump the area under a sea of tyrannical fire.

The power of a single Explosive Arrow might not be that great, at only 140+ degrees, it would be equivalent to a normal attack of a 1st rank Sorcerer! But the combined power of the fifty Blast Arrows could reach a staggering seven or eight hundred degrees.

This... was already in the realm of a 3rd rank sorcerer's attack!

Even a peak 2nd stage sorcerer who suddenly encountered such a swift and fierce attack might be instantly killed on the spot, not to mention those opponents of the same stage.

Therefore, hordes of sorcerer troops were still able to exert a terrifying power far beyond their own rank even on the high level battlefield. Their existence was also a supplement to the insufficient number of higher-ranked witches!

However, they might have an attack power comparable to that of a high ranked sorcerer, but they were far from having the same defensive power and means of protection. Their bodies were still as fragile as 'paper', unable to withstand the baptism of high level warfare.

While they were putting down one battle magical weapon after another with their sharp attacks, there were always some leaky fish that would break in close by and bring them into the attack range.

Violent magical fireballs, dense energy rays, firework-like blooms of metal shrapnel... The Magic Bow Crew's individual protection was only at the 1st rank, and after surviving one or two rounds, it was gradually broken.

On such a cruel and bloody battlefield, without shields and protective force fields, human flesh and blood was as thin and fragile as a piece of paper.

As a result, one after another, the members of the Magic Bow Regiment fell down howling.

When their numbers slipped and it was no longer enough to wipe out all the enemies in the distance, their end came....

Sorcerer troops with long-range abilities like the Magic Bow Crew, the rate of attrition was still within an acceptable range. However, when facing the overwhelming attack of magic weapons, those who were mainly short-range attackers were so weak and powerless.

Compared to strength, defense, and offensive power, the PG-52 type battle demons were above them in everything. The first one is the one who is not afraid to die, and the second one is the one who is not even lightly wounded, even if the whole body is broken, as long as their energy core is still running, the sound of energy saving shot will never stop.

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And after all, the members of the Sorcerer Force were all flesh and blood, they couldn't do that!

Above the battlefield, in addition to these sorcerer troops filled by apprentice sorcerers, there were also many foreign legions from different planes. Frost Giants, Ice Giants, Giant Earth Elementals, Hundred-eyed Monsters, Two-headed Demonic Rhinos, Earth Tyrannical Bears, Swamp Flying Dragons, Scavenging Giants....

Any one of these guys picked out and thrown into the human world could serve as a great demon of extermination, but here they could only serve as cheap meat shields to temporarily slow down the advance of the Demonic Armament Corps.

The losses of the Demonic Armament Legion were very severe, but their results were there for all to see!

Wherever the Magic Arms warband had gone, all the monsters and sorcerer troops had been smashed to pieces and all the sorcery traps had been detonated. The goblin chariots that were taking advantage of the situation at the rear were systematically clearing the war witch towers with the aid of the goblin organists.

The goblin chariots were blasting wildly, while the goblin organ warlocks were fearlessly rushing to the foot of the war witch towers, throwing bundles of goblins** near the base of the towers. If it was too late to evacuate, some of the nearly insane goblin organ warlocks would also hold piles of goblins** and rush directly under the tower to detonate them.

After all, the Temporary War Witch Tower was temporary, and the materials used to build it simply could not withstand such a frantic foot torment. As a result, under the repeated impact of the goblins like dying, one after another of the war pagodas collapsed.

As for the sorcerers inside, it was impossible for them to have any chance of surviving under such an intense bombardment.

Goblins...this inferior race that had once been synonymous with lowliness and meanness in everyone's mind, for the first time triggered a heartfelt trepidation and anxiety from the witches.

These goblins...weren't they all afraid of death?

Unfortunately, the cruelty of war left them with little time to ponder and comprehend slowly. When the last War Witch Tower on the outer side of the Gravel Canyon was toppled, the layers of war finally began to rise.

And this was the moment when the family's core sorcerers needed to step onto the battlefield!

Above the gravel canyon, the 2nd and 3rd ranked witches of the Denel family were floating, their bodies piled with colorful and differently effective sorcery protection. This made them look like glittering and charming gems from afar, blooming in the sky with a beautiful and colorful light.

In front of these 2nd and 3rd ranked witches, there were seven powerful witches, both male and female, standing silently in front of them. They did not have extremely complex magical shields or sorcery protection on their bodies, but their own powerful laws were constantly distorting and deflecting the laws of the surrounding bits and pieces.

This also made their forms blurred and distorted, and any low-ranked sorcerer who looked directly at where they were would feel their eyes stinging and their heart depressed.

Seven 4th rank.... seven 4th rank....

Placed in the middle of a scattered continent, what a terrifying high-ranking force this was!

There was no need to fight, most of the witch families would probably lose their fear and fighting spirit as soon as they saw their magnificent and magnificent figures.

Seven... that was seven 4th ranked Sorcerers at the top of the world!

Usually, they were all powerful sorcerers who dominated the world, but now, they were gathered together for a common reason. And what they wanted to fight against, on the other hand....

On a floating giant ship located in the heart of the Crimson Family's battlefield, Grim stood up with a smile on his face, holding his witch's staff.

"Finally, it's our turn to play! All the Crimson members, come out with me and lighten up!"

With that said, a fire light sprang up, and Grim actually rolled up and teleported out with the nearly a hundred middle and high ranking family members present.

Above the floating giant ship's flight deck, fire flashed in the sky, and a tall and majestic figure emerged one after another.

All of the 2nd rank family members stayed on the deck and did not fly out of the shield, while all of the 3rd rank members followed Grim and Mary in unison and flew out, facing off across the sky with the Denel family wizards.

The one at the front of the line was of course the legendary fire wizard Grim, who had an illustrious reputation, and as he raised his wand, a resonant dragon roar resounded from the distance. A magnificent dragon covered in azure armor flew to the ground and arrived below Grim.

Grim's sturdy body sank slightly, landing on top of the back of the 4th stage Thunder Dragon Ames, standing starkly in a stagnant pestle.

Right behind Grim, the Fresh Blood Queen Mary was still dressed in red armor, her long crimson hair spread out behind her, her scarlet blood pupils as clear as rubies, her straight nose, her small bright red lips, and the grey bat wings that were gently flapping the void behind her....

It had to be admitted that even in the middle of the entire continent, Mary's beauty and delicacy was unparalleled. At least within the 4th rank witches, her beauty was unique!

Due to her special status, Alice was obviously unable to show up in such an occasion.

After all, her title of Fate Witch Leader prevented it from doing everything as it wished. Once she appeared on top of the battlefield, the few old guys on the other side would be able to use the Northland Witch Invasion as an excuse to pull in more outside help.

With three against seven, Crimson's side not only didn't have the slightest bit of cowardice, but also soared in momentum, quite a bit of a backlash against the other side.

Especially when Mary raised her hand and released the Magic Puppet Dragon from a puppet amulet she had pulled out, the entire battlefield was instantly silent.

All that remained was the earth-shaking bang as the Magic Puppet Dragon landed with a bang.

Bastards, they really did bring that War Demon Armament with them....

Among the seven rank 4 Sorcerers, Fabreth couldn't help but see his eyes narrow, a look of malice and resentment emanating from the depths of his pupils.

His great reputation was lost to this giant-like war demon, so when he saw this big guy again after a hundred years, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

Dammit dammit, these mercenary merchants of the Silver Alliance were even selling this highest-grade puppet amulet... the rules they made themselves were just farting around?

At the same moment, almost all the high-ranking wizards were groaning inwardly!