Age of Adepts

There were too many types of demons.

In the Wizard World, there were hundreds of books just recording and depicting the various Abyssal Demons. But even then, it was difficult for the wizards to distinguish them one by one.

But the demon in front of them was clearly no small feat, it was clearly a terrifying Abyssal Refining Demon that had advanced to the upper level.

This also meant that it was a 5th stage demon, but due to the confinement of the upper limit of the Sorcerer World's power, it could only exert its peak 4th stage strength. Nonetheless, its terror and power was already incomparably shocking.

It was said that they were terrifying monsters that crawled out from the depths of the abyss, and their bodies carried the unquenchable fire of the abyss. They were the embodiment of death and destruction in the will of the Abyss, and wherever they went, everything withered away and life was lost.

When such a powerful demon appeared on the scene, it barely needed to make a move, and with only its hideous appearance and brute domination, it shocked every human wizard present.

Involuntarily, all the human sorcerers retreated back to the vicinity of the sorcerer's tower and gathered together, carefully examining this exceptionally strong and fierce Abyssal Refining Demon.

In particular, the giant Vorpal Sword that the other party was holding in their hands was particularly noticeable.

It was recorded in the books that the weapon of the Abyssal Alchemy Demon was called the Slaughter Blade. It was a demonic weapon made of extremely tough Abyssal metal and possessed a number of terrifying powers such as destroying souls and preventing self-healing.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Matthew as they thought about this.

Had this Abyssal Refining Demon not yet created its own exclusive weapon, or else how could Matthew still be alive?

Matthew was also pale at this moment, and he trembled as he pulled out a palm-sized wooden man with fine and complex runic lines carved on its surface from his bosom. Looking at the appearance, looking at the clothing, this wooden man was seven or eight points similar to its face and figure, and it had both eyebrows and eyes.

Only a deep crack ran through the wooden man's body, almost splitting it in half. This double puppet was obviously completely ruined!

It was only then that it dawned on the crowd.

It turned out that Matthew had already been killed 'dead' once by that demon, but the one who had died in his place was just the stand-in puppet.

In light of this, the crowd couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear and shrinkage in their eyes as they looked at the giant Vorpal Sword in the Abyssal Refining Demon's hand once again. Although everyone present had some concealed means of saving the lives of their stand-ins in their hands, no one could bear to be slashed by its Slaughter Blade against this Abyssal Refining Demon....

Not to mention the crowd, even Monash Gaia, who had transformed into a golden titan and was a hundred meters tall, couldn't help but have his pupils shrink abruptly as his eyes fell on that giant Vorpal Sword.

He was able to hear the miserable howling sounds of the ghosts on the giant sword, and could also sense the terrifying deterrence that the sword had on him from the soul level.

He couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated as well, standing silently in front of the Witch Tower, unable to stop scanning the battlefield.

But in a whirlwind, he sneered heedlessly.

"What are you afraid of? This is our territory! If it dares to come near the witch tower, we'll just skin it and kill it. If it doesn't dare to come close, we'll use long-range sorcery against them..."

With that said, Monash Gaia once again raised his hands to the sky and received a thick, pillar-like violent thunder from the sky before turning into a lightning waterfall that poured over the battlefield for nearly a thousand meters.

The other sorcerers followed suit, and with their backs to the witch tower, they condensed their powerful and violent sorcery and began to brush the battlefield.

It had to be said that the might of a 4th stage sorcerer was simply not something that could be compared to an ordinary stream.

With a few rank 4 witches exerting such power, the originally blackened legions of demons in front of them fell to the brink of annihilation in no time. However, with such a large number of demons dying here at the same time, the filthy flesh and evil souls within their bodies also further polluted the bit space here.

Allowing the demonization process around the Great Spatial Rift to take another step forward!

And the more demons that died, the higher the upper limit of power that that 5-step Abyssal Alchemist could exert here. Overall, the situation was still unfavorable on the Sorcerer's side!

If only some ordinary demons had died, then the several Demon Lords would naturally be unconcerned and even optimistic. However, there were still many of their elite subordinates and trusted clansmen on the battlefield.

They couldn't ignore these guys!

Thus, those Demon Lords followed behind the Abyssal Refining Demon and pressed towards the human sorcerer's side step by step.

The Abyssal Demon's size was huge and huge, and its weight was astonishing, and every step forward with two hoof-like feet that resembled goat hooves would leave a shallow pit half a meter deep, with the bottom of the pit full of fine cracks like a spider's web.

Wherever it went, the earth began to scorch and crack, and the sand and crushed rocks were also evil and filthy with the abyssal breath, quite a frightening feeling of pulling the soul downward.

"We can't let this demon continue to grow here!" Monash Gaia's face was solemn as he said sternly, "If it is allowed to break through the 4th rank limit, I'm afraid that all of us witches present will be no match for it. It must be banished before it adapts to its environment here..."

"Monash, if you want to do it, count me in!" A blood-colored figure suddenly emerged from the void and crisply said, "I've long wanted to taste the taste of an upper-tier devil's blood..."

"Count me in, too!" The one who spoke this time was that Andrews.

This was the Alden family's territory, and once the crowd chose to give up in cowardice, the first one to suffer would be the Alden family. So in all fairness and reason, public and private, he could only bite his teeth and go up, not slacking off.

Two 'pseudo-superpowers' plus a 4th stage intermediate sorcerer against a powerful 5th stage demon alchemist who had both magic and martial arts... Although the other party could only bring out the peak of 4th stage power at the moment, it was still incredibly dangerous to go up against.

However, since all 3 of them had already taken over the strongest one, the rest of the crowd had no excuses to push the enchantment.

Thus, the sorcerer and the demon shouted in unison and charged to spar once again.

.............

Three thousand meters away from the battlefield, the silver giant ship Vassailo lay silently in the sky, blocking the demons' route of scurrying outwards.

This way, even if the Alden family failed, the demons who wanted to scurry into the nearby mortal world to kill a few would have to go through the floating giant ship first.

However, right now on the bow of the ship, several crimson giants were silently observing the battle.

"Teacher, aren't you coming on?"

Facing such a bloody and terrifying bit of battlefield, stimulated by the powerful battle intent, the red dragon bloodline in Meryl's body surged and boiled, actually forcing out the pair of huge fiery red wings.

Her body was now densely covered with fine dark red dragon scales, and her usually charming eyes had turned into majestic burning dragon pupils. On her forehead, four fire dragon horns were also growing rapidly, further highlighting her Red Dragon Sorceress might.

Feeling the tyrannical and bloody air coming from the distant battlefield, Meryl had been somewhat unable to suppress the restless red dragon bloodline in her body.

And behind her, Emelia, who was dressed in a soft green robe with a beautiful and delicate posture, was also looking nervous and battle-ready.

The original green face of Captain Rock, who was even further back, had turned a blood red, and a strange dark red spot appeared on the edge of his small green bean-like eyes.

In the end of the team, the Worm Witch Billis, although the hood is hanging low, the black robe can not see the face and body shape. But with only the slight undulation on the top of the robe, one could also perceive the restlessness and uneasiness beneath the black robe.

A plain, dark red leather armor, standing quietly at the bow of the ship, Grim looked back at Meryl, whose blood was pounding and whose passion was hard to resist, and then looked behind her at Emelia, whose face was red and who was also clenching her fists to endure it, and shook her head and lost her smile, "Of course I have to go on, otherwise this great space rift might lose its hold today."

"Then...then we'll...also go...to help you!" A short sentence, but Meryl's words were intermittent and her tone was high and low.

"This is a 4th rank battlefield... You 3rd rank up there, you might die in a minute!"

"I...we're...not afraid!"

"Ahem!" Grim once again shook his head and waved his hand, a dense dark red light film on the presence of several people to overturn it.

Strangely enough, as soon as the film of light overtook the body, several Crimson executives who were full of struggling looks one moment were instantly awake the next, recalling their own performance just now without breaking into a cold sweat.

"Sobered up?" Grim smiled slightly.

Several of the guys representing the Crimson Family's 3rd rank core mainstays lowered their heads, wiped away the sweat from their foreheads, and bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Lord Family Head (Teacher) for your help!"

"You needn't be ashamed, this is, after all, a bitter battlefield where two major civilizations collide! Only a 4th rank wizard can perceive the existence of the Laws and resist the lure and erosion of the Abyssal Will. You guys... need to continue to grow to be able to participate in battles of this level!" Grim stood leisurely, calmly examining the distant battlefield, seemingly not that concerned about the victory or defeat of this war.

"That demon is too powerful, I'm just worried... worried that Lord Mary will be injured or damaged at its hands!" Of all the people present, only Meryl, by virtue of being a disciple, dared to talk to Grim like this. The remaining few could only quietly follow and listen.

Don't look at the demons wreaking havoc in the distance, but seeing how calm and steady their lord was, the hearts of the several Crimson executives gradually calmed down.

Originally infected by the tyrannical and cruel atmosphere of the Abyssal Will, they were all so bloodthirsty and battle-hungry that they almost couldn't wait to rush onto the battlefield and wreak havoc.

But now that they were blessed by the Flame Law of the Lord of the House, they were able to suppress the thoughts and impulses to kill wildly within their hearts.

Thus, the calmness and wisdom that the witches had always adhered to had taken over their bodies and minds again!