Age of Adepts

The Killing God had only chased out a hundred miles before stopping dead in its tracks.

There was nothing to do but storm angrily at the distantly distant figure of Singkla.

The company was able to escape and chased after Grim for nearly 10,000 miles before stopping near a mountain top, turning around and flying back to the Dragon Tomb after cursing angrily in the air.

On the summit of the mountain, the wretched Grim had just gathered his body when the strange and invisible body of the Great Sorcerer appeared in front of him. Following behind it were Baojia, Catherine and Tonchai.

As soon as they appeared, a cold gaze passed Grim and landed directly on the body of the evil little female dragon, Sinquerra, in the distant sky.

If she was still intact, although her strength was severely suppressed by the power of the bit plane, she wouldn't hesitate to pounce on the 6th stage wind and the four 5th stage witches, including Grim.

To fight or not to fight, let's fight first!

To be honest, in the eyes of the evil little female dragon, Sinquerra, these so-called human witches were all softballs, even if there was one of the same rank in there, she wouldn't take them seriously.

But unfortunately, her body had been severely damaged at the hands of that 7th Order Killing God, Galleon, and was now in desperate need of quick treatment. The consequences of another tangled battle with a few human sorcerers at this time would be truly somewhat unpredictable.

Therefore, in the face of the raging human sorcerers, Singularity could only give in in a rare way, turning around and leaving the battlefield voluntarily.

Looking at the distant figure of the evil dragon, the great sorcerer secretly let out a sigh of relief. Only then did he shift his gaze to Grim, whose form was somewhat wretched, and did not utter a word after examining him for a long while.

To attack the Orc Main City alone... Such a thought even the 6th rank Grand Sorcerer, Wind Knight, wouldn't dare to have, but this Grim in front of him really dared to do it.

It was truly a first born calf who was not afraid of a tiger!

If the orc main city was so easy to clean up, how could the Wind Knight Grand Sorcerer wait until now.

There was a large number of strong Orcs guarding there. And that was nothing, the most frightening thing was that there was the Beast Lord God Temple there, which meant that those orc deities could descend from the divine Kingdom at any time.

A sorcerer like them still had a good chance of winning against one or two deity bilocations. But to confront the True God Himself head-on in a deity's main shrine, it was not enough to bury many lives.

Therefore, the basic process of the shamans' strategy against the Faith Seat was: to cut off the periphery, use plagues and curses to reduce the number of followers of the opponent on a large scale, wait until the opponent's pantheon had lost the power of faith, and then attack and crush it completely.

After all, the deities that most of the beliefs of the faith plane believed in were not the native deities of this plane. If the deities wanted to cross the endless sea of stars to bring their power down, they would need the support and guidance of the Faith Plane.

If all the believers died, and the foundation of faith no longer existed, the deities would only deplete the power of their own kingdoms. This is something that no deity would do.

And in this Goblet Seat, the Sorcerer's camp had only just entered the first process, and was still at the point of creating an outpost camp and standing firm. To attack the opponent's main city and main shrine without even shaking the opponent's foundation of faith, this was simply a death wish!

Thus, looking at Grim, who was still alive and well in front of his eyes, even the Great Wizard of Windstorm couldn't help but sigh inwardly at his good fortune.

"Go back! Don't mess around in this bit anymore... We're all here on a mission, there's no need to fight too hard and put yourself in unnecessary danger. For the rest of the day, you'd better behave yourself!" Sighing once more, the Wind Severe Grand Sorcerer threw down a word and turned around to return to Dhammadjo City.

The rest of the great sorcerers also had a few strange stares at Grim and likewise turned away.

Grim laughed awkwardly and could only follow with a grey head and folded back into the camp.

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After returning to Danmojo City, Grim was temporarily grounded.

In fact, even without the orders of the Wind Severe Grand Sorcerer, Grim was not going to step half a step out of Dhammadjo City for a while.

Who knew if that 6th stage little female dragon had already left the Goblet Seat.

In case this grudge-bearing fellow was still guarding outside the camp, then Grim would really be seeking his own death if he went out to run amok!

Besides, it's not like the trip to Grim was unproductive.

At the Dragon's Tomb, when Grim ordered the witches to retreat, he incidentally brought the dragon witch demon back with him. Originally, Grim had a hint of misfortune when he gave this order, and if Singla went after the bipedal flying dragon troops, he would be able to get away easily.

But to his surprise, the evil little female dragon recognized her and chased herself to the ground, so he could only risk taking her for a ride to the orcs.

But this was not bad, at least a peak level 4 dragon witch was in hand, and the adventure was worth the price of admission.

After returning to Danmojo City, Grim also started to make a move on this Dragon Witch Demon.

It was a secret room of sorcery located deep underground.

It was dark, damp, and cold and harsh.

All around the stone walls, floor and ceiling, glowing ghastly green glowing sorcery runes and magic lines could be seen everywhere. Obscure and profound witchcraft energies flowed and operated inside, forming an almost completely closed magic prison.

The dragon witch that resembled a large lizard walking upright was pierced through all its limbs by a golden fire chain and was firmly fixed in the air.

The golden fire chain was so hot that it burned and crackled the dark and hard bones of the Dragon Witch Demon, and the strange indestructible flame penetrated into its soul, burning it to death and causing it great pain.

As an undead dragon race, the Dragon Witch Demon was originally painless.

However, it couldn't help that the Indestructible Flame possessed the rule characteristic of penetrating straight into its soul. This kind of pain was not transmitted from the outside to the inside, from the 'flesh* body' to the inside of the soul, but was directly etched into the depths of the soul by the power of the rules.

Therefore, even with the immortal body and magic resistance of the Dragon Voodoo Demon, facing this kind of rule-level torture would be extremely difficult to endure!

"It's unexpected...really unexpected...that you're a devotee of that Simcla!" Grim paced slowly in the chamber, ignoring the painfully twisted form of the dragon witch, "Tell me, how did you get on board with her? I can't believe that the dragon side would allow Sinquerra to defile the dignity of the dragon like this!"

Grim didn't say those words for nothing.

The Dragon Clan has always placed great importance on oaths and dignity, and abhorred the act of defying the laws of life and transforming the dead remains of their own kind into undead creatures. Therefore, it is impossible for the Dragon Clan to allow an evil dragon to control an ancient dragon tomb as it wishes, both publicly and privately.

Either this dragon tomb had been abandoned by the dragon side, or there was a certain dragon bigwig who was obscuring information in it... As a sorcerer's sensitivity, somehow Grim could always smell conspiracies and calculations in it!

"Human sorcerer, you better let me go while you can. Otherwise, you'll be waiting for Lord Sincla to find this place and you'll be swallowed by its bite!" This dragon witch demon's bones were quite hard, and even after suffering from the indestructible flame, it still spoke softly.

"You're still waiting for Syncla to save you? Hehehe... "Grim couldn't help but snicker, "You wouldn't be so tough-mouthed if you knew that Syncla was now in trouble on her own, even with a broken dragon wing!"

"Bullsh*t, no way... there is no way that anyone in this dimension can threaten the great Lord Syncla, you're talking nonsense!" The dragon witch demon's dark green pupils showed a hint of disdain, clearly not believing Grim's words.

Grim didn't talk nonsense with it, raising his hand to summon a magic water mirror in front of it, and then the light and shadow on the mirror changed, actually presenting the scene that happened earlier in Winterfell City.

As it watched that top-heavy, ferocious and domineering terrifying orc deity smash Syncla's dragon wings with a single violent blow, the Dragon Witch Demon's face instantly turned pale.

It was tempted to accuse the scene of being faked, but through the magic water mirror, the miserable and furious mental fluctuations of the 6th stage Evil Dragon Singla were displayed so clearly and realistically. This made it impossible for it, as an Evil Dragon believer, to argue.

"Hehe, you're right, it's true that no one can threaten Syncla in this dimension. But don't forget, this one still has 'gods'! With just a little trickery, I was able to trick her into a fire fight with the orc gods in Orc Prime. Hey, hey, Syncla is badly wounded now, do you think she's still capable of coming to get you out of there?" Grim still spared no effort in striking the Dragon Wraith's heart defenses.

This special chamber was indeed able to isolate the Faith Dao Marker in its soul, but without breaking its tightly guarded mind defenses, it was nearly impossible for Grim to forcefully enslave it.

Of course, it might be a different story if the Wraith Congenas were here instead.

When it came to playing with souls, the Wraiths were the real handful!

The Dragon Wraith lowered its head and stopped speaking, while its soul remained tough as usual, apparently unaffected by Grim's words.

Grim didn't care about this.

As a great witch, there was no rush at all when there was plenty of time to play slowly with it.

Grim snorted lightly and said coldly, "In that case, you'll just have to simmer here for a few more years! Whenever we figure it out, we'll find a chance to talk about it in detail..."

With that, Grim turned around and left the chamber.

The golden fire chain that tightly bound the Dragon Witch Demon instantly ignited with endless flames, and a miserable and painful howl immediately resounded within the chamber.

Grim emerged from the torture chamber and turned around and stepped inside the adjacent dwelling.

On one of the alchemy lab benches here, the strange black stone that he had obtained in the castle market last time was suspended above the rune formation, and the condensed stone shell on the outside had peeled off in layers, revealing its true appearance inside....