Age of Adepts

Seeing the orcs blocking the road, Grim finally made his move without hesitation!

There wasn't the slightest possibility of holding back a hand.

The ones in front of them could be the top strongest within the cackling beastmen, and now he was in the main temple of that beast god, A**... Grim had no doubt that given a few flexes of time, they would definitely be able to summon the berserk divine power from the distant beast god's kingdom and transform into that invincible divine beastmen once again.

Therefore, bringing misfortune upon them before they knew what was going on was what a cerebral and qualified sorcerer should do.

For the first time, without reservation, Grim brought out his most violent and ferocious side!

The Fire God Pearl in the heart of his body was like tearing open a spatial channel leading straight to the depths of the fire elemental plane, and the violent and incomparable flame energy was pumped to his limbs as his heart pulsed strongly one after another.

The flame energy in Grim's body instantly increased by two or three levels, changing from crimson to crimson, then from crimson to dark red, and then becoming colorless and transparent....

No flame sorcery was cast, but instead, the flames were directly turned into a rolling torrent that sprayed the orcs in front of them. The extremely hot flames instantly turned the area within a thousand meters into a Vulcan melting pot, and all the life and matter exposed to it was reduced to elementary particles by the destruction of the violent flame particles.

All life within the envelope of the flames was disappearing rapidly one by one....

Even a few of the orc strongmen turned pale and hurriedly burst out of their bodies to protect their bodies with berserk strength.

At least two of the five orcish strongmen were able to forcefully crush Grim with their basic strength. However, in this kind of defenseless situation, when they encountered this kind of unconventional guy, even if they were strong, they would still be in a mess for a while.

Although Grim's attacks were fierce and unparalleled, they could only be called difficult and not fatal to these Orcs who were already at the peak of their position. However, such an attack was comparable to an apocalyptic catastrophe for the ordinary orcs near the temple.

Where the violent flames raged, each and every orc devotee who could not escape was turned into ashes in an instant, and even if there were a few strong guys who could run away against the flames, they would not be able to escape more than a thousand meters away before they were turned into human torches.

For a time, within a thousand meters of the main temple of the Beast God, the orcs died heavily, and multiple buildings began to melt and soften under the ravages of the violent flames, then twisted and collapsed.

"Daring!"

"You're looking for death..."

All kinds of angry shouts and curses of varying emphasis sounded out one after another, and the five Orcs, including the main priest of the temple, all exploded with their strongest power, striking at this wretched enemy who didn't know whether to live or die.

At the same moment, the 6th stage Evil Dragon Sinquerra, who had chased within a thousand meters behind Grim, also opened her mouth wide and sprayed another black smoke dragon's breath with extreme ferocity towards this bastard who annoyed her to no end.

The two extremely ferocious attacks came from both front and back directions, leaving no room for Grim to dodge or escape at all. But not only did Grim who was in a desperate situation of death not have the slightest fear, but he had a cunning smile on his face and waved his hand at the crowd as if he had time to do so, and then his whole body suddenly exploded.

Flame Mirror!

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Three miles beyond the Winterfort.

Grim and Sincla passed by here one after the other, and the resulting heavenly fire and dragon power incidentally killed all the orcs along the way.

In the center of a sea of fire that was still burning fiercely, a strange spirit wave suddenly came out. Following this, the flames contracted and gathered, bulging and shaping into a humanoid creature with a height of 2 meters.

The flames on the surface of the flaming humanoid quickly solidified, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a tall man wearing a tight leather jacket with a purple-black coverall.

The moment this man stood up, his hood slightly raised as he looked towards the Winter Fortress, was the very moment when a heavenly blow erupted there!

Two violent strikes that far exceeded the limits of this bit of power struck together, instantly tearing apart the bit barrier there and wrapping the entire Winter Castle along with the main temple of that Beast God A** into a violent and unparalleled energy vortex.

And at the same time as the power erupted, Grim could even hear the fierce shouts and roars of the distant Beastmaster's extreme rage.

Visible to the naked eye, a violent ripple of power rushed out from within the city, and wherever it passed, Orcs were instantly vaporized, while the Orc buildings, which had always been known for their solidity and weight, were devastated and destroyed.

Grim didn't know what was going on in the distance, he only knew that the wall he was facing was like a ball of cheese that was crushed by the ripples of power and thrown into the distance as a cloud of crumbs.

And at that power burst point, a condensed and heavy powerful will shifted abruptly, locking onto Grim's position once again.

It was the same Syncla!

Using the flame mirror, Grim shifted his own body from the battlefield, leaving only a flame billet there. But the distance shifted was apparently not far enough away to be out of the mental perception range of that evil little female dragon.

Thus, after one strike, the little mother dragon sensed something was wrong and searched for Grim again.

Grim knew that the trail had been missed, and didn't dare to stop any longer, as his body turned and fled in the direction away from Winterfell.

The main temple of the Beast God A** was all blown up, and although it was unknown how damaged it was, even if just one brick was lost, it was a great insult to that high and mighty Beast God First Lord A**.

If this could be endured, he wouldn't be worthy of calling himself the Lord God of the First Line of Beast Gods!

As expected, just as the Beast God's main shrine was being invaded by the aftershocks of power, a bright golden glow rose from the towering, hundred-meter tall statue of the Beast God within the shrine.

With the flow of this light, the shape of the hundred-meter statue was also rapidly changing.

Rough face, wide mouthed fangs, wearing a bulky and crude black body armor, and carrying a huge double-sided axe on his back... It was indeed the Beast God's first line of Killing God, Galleon Arcadas.

As soon as this God of Killing descended, before fully adapting to this slightly fragile body, he sensed the overwhelming howls of the believers outside the temple.

Those who were able to establish themselves in Winterfell and pray day and night near the main temple were devout followers of the Beast God lineage. Now that they had fallen victim to the enemy's poisonous hand, tens of thousands of Beast God devotees had become pitiful souls in an instant. Under the torrent of their grieving and despairing emotions washing over them, even this 7th Order Killing God in front of them was somewhat distraught.

With a grimace on his hostile face, Garon pulled out the huge double-sided axe from behind his back and stepped out of the Beast God's temple with earth-shaking steps.

"Sincla, I see that you're looking for death... You dare to run to Lord A**'s temple and cause trouble, I see that you'll stay!"

As soon as he stepped out of the temple, Galleon's fierce gaze locked onto the huge dragon that was fast disappearing to the city. As he spoke harshly, he lifted the huge double-sided axe, leaned back slightly, and then abruptly threw it out with power.

The huge double-sided axe instantly turned into a golden light and smashed into Sinquerra.

At this moment, how could Syncla not know that she had fallen prey to that cunning sorcerer?

She was reckless, but not foolish!

As a 7th rank deity, the reason why Galleon was able to appear within the bit plane was due to the support of the Lord's Temple's massive faith power, which was isolated from the suppression of the bit plane's power. And once it was far away from the main divine temple, it would be impossible for Galleon to move freely and make a move like he did now.

Therefore, the moment Singla, who knew the strengths and weaknesses of these deities, perceived the appearance of the violent breath of the Killing God Galleon, he did not hesitate to turn around and flee in the direction away from the main divine temple.

But as a rank 7 deity, how could the power and means that he possessed be completely controlled by a rank 6 evil dragon? Before Sinquerra could flee far away, a golden light instantly caught up with her flying form and struck her right wing squarely.

Roar........

With a miserable, earth-shaking dragon roar, Sinclar's entire right wing turned to flesh and blood and exploded into froth. But it didn't even dare to turn its head back, still struggling to fly into the distance.

As soon as Garon opened his big hand, he grabbed the double-sided giant axe that was circling back, and in a moment, he crossed the distance of more than ten miles with a heavy, earth-shaking pace, and chased after the wretched figure that was flying with one wing flapping wildly.

With the successive departure of several strong people, the foot-soft torn Winterfell finally calmed down again. It was just that, first there was Grim's flame outburst, then there was the Terrorist Clash, two successive outbursts of super-step power, also made this Winterfell City unbearable and moribund.

There was a loud cracking sound, a piece of rubble and debris slid down from the ruins, and the Orc Sword Saint shook off the dust on his body and crawled out from inside the pit. At the same time, several of the strong orcs that had been swept to the distance by the power shockwave had also rushed back one after another.

The five strong orcs were all more or less wrapped with the strange black smoke of Syncla, and even with their strength, it would take a lot of strength and time to dispel this strange rule power.

Such a calculation was simply a loss!

But what made them storm the most was the dead and injured Orcs in Winter Castle.

Due to the incoming otherworldly power being so terrifying that it was literally death on contact, the number of orcs lost in the city was as high as 30,000, almost half of the population of Winterfell.

The number of orc elites lost this time was so large that it simply asked sounded like it made these strong orcs to stifle tears.

"Check! Find out who the sorcerer is who lured the evil dragon Syncla to Winterfell! We'll definitely break that bastard into pieces the next time we go to war..."

The angry roar of the orc chief sacrifice immediately resounded over the entire Winterfell!