Age of Adepts

When Grim came to the long-lost Hall of Duty once again, there was a subtle change in the way he was treated by the crowd.

Even that 6th rank Grissom wizard looked at Grim with a hint of admiration and appreciation. After all, Grim was from his team, and Grim was able to kill a deity billet, so even he was proud of him!

The magic tide was coming to an end.

Once the tide of magic ebbs, all the gaps on the surface that were opened due to the tide will be closed automatically. At that time, it would take more effort to open up the gaps if you want to enter a certain plane.

Perhaps it was due to this factor that the battle between the Sorcerer and Orc Gods became more intense.

Both sides were attacking and defending inside the countless bits, and the frequency of triggering battles was becoming more frequent. Along with this, the chances of the great sorcerers going on the offensive also increased dramatically, and the casualties on both sides skyrocketed.

Inside such a chaotic war quagmire, the more powerful individuals with great power were able to cut off more loot.

Witches were frantically grabbing artifacts, divinity, and crystals of divine power, and some of the more powerful witches were even able to strip away the priesthoods of war-dead deities to make witches' weapons with special domain power....

In contrast, the deities were also constantly hunting witches.

Whether it was the power of rules in the body of a rule wizard, or the immortal body of a body refining wizard, or the bloodline of a bloodline wizard... whichever one of them was a top-tier resource of the superlative order, and in the hands of the deities, it could become the material to create a high level artifact.

In particular, the immortal souls of great sorcerers were a necessary resource for concocting high level prayer merges!

The battle between the wizards and the orc god line is more like a hunt between two different groups of high ranking creatures, consuming only cannon fodder and low ranking underlings, and ultimately profiting only from the higher or core power that controls the development of the battle.

And Grim, as a lone and unsupported pawn in the wizard camp, must have more and more effective cards if he wants to survive the clash of two huge forces and successfully absorb the nourishment of the losers to grow on.

The good news is that even if he is just a pawn, he is a very useful and superior pawn. And then there is no fear of being ruthlessly discarded or redeemed by the superior!

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As the end of the Magic Tide approached, the probability of the strongest battle between the Sorcerer and the Beastmaster divine system was also climbing steadily.

The battlefields of the small and medium sized planes were strategically shrinking, while the gathered strength was slowly injected into the three large planes, with the tendency of opening them up as battlefields to determine the outcome of the battle.

In the process, large and small encounters, ambushes, offensive and defensive battles, sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks were also constantly taking place. The high-level forces of both sides were out in force frequently, and the probability and intensity of collisions were also slowly increasing.

On the fifth day of Grim's return to the Hall of Duty, he waited for news of the battle once again.

This time the mission was even simpler and rougher.

A raid on an orcish temple located in the Mutas Plane was led by a rank 6 Grand Sorcerer.

It was still the usual gathering of witches, still the usual inter-dimensional hyper teleportation as usual, and when Grim and the others teleported into the Mutas Plane, waiting for them was a team of witches that looked a bit tired, their bodies and equipment covered in dust and battle marks.

This was a small depression located in the middle of the reckless mountains.

It was the quiet time when the night was low and the sky was dotted with stars.

The Sorcerer Squad lit a bonfire and gathered around the exquisite and perfect teleportation array, bowing and welcoming the arrival of the great sorcerers.

Tonto....

Continuous teleportation light resounded within the teleportation array.

Amidst the dazzling white light, an imaginary figure with different forms slowly emerged and condensed into a real body one after another.

Seemingly sensing the appearance of something here that should not have been there, the bits of consciousness were also slowly gathering strength. The dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the harsh whistling wind, and the bright, flawless moonlight fell on a great sorcerer through the peaks of peaks and branches that were impenetrable to the wind.

For a time, the moonlight was like blood, and the heavens and earth were solemn!

As soon as he completed the ultra-long-range inter-dimensional teleportation and stepped out of the teleportation array, Grim sensed the overwhelming bit of malice.

The bit of emptiness around him was like a crack had opened up, from which an astonishing number of chains of laws swam and probed out, stretching straight towards Grim's body.

Grim grunted, a dense red mane gathered at his side, transforming into a wandering and winding thread of rules, cutting off and shattering the chain of laws reaching out to him, which is why he didn't let the power of the laws of the place invade his body.

Like Grim, the rest of the five great sorcerers, including that 6th rank, also had special sorcery power condensed around their bodies against the laws of the place.

It's just that the more you confront it, the more powerful the power that comes from the coalescence of bits of consciousness!

Like Grim, several of the team's not-so-physical rule wizards had a labored look on their faces.

"Fortunately! Meet your lordships..."

The small group of Sorcerers gathered here were almost all 4th rank, and the only 3rd rank in the group was the Rune Formation Master who had constructed this teleportation array. Seeing that the great sorcerers had successfully arrived, the captain of the leading sorcerer hurried forward and bowed.

That 6th rank Grand Sorcerer quickly stabilized his body, opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and with a single release of his vast mental energy, he took in everything within a radius of dozens of miles.

"You've done your job well! After this return, the headquarters will reward you greatly..."

It was no wonder that the 6th ranked Grand Sorcerer praised them so highly, they were able to break into a medium sized orc god belief plane with less than ten people, battle for thousands of miles and succeeded in finding the nodes to set up a teleportation formation.

No amount of praise and accolades can overstate such 'great achievements'!

"My lord, this is a map of the world and the distribution of forces here. We have also marked the location of the main shrine of Killing God requested by the headquarters on the map. In addition, multiple teams of orc natives have been chasing behind us, and the nearest two are less than a hundred miles from here..." the head sorcerer was obviously also a shrewd and capable person, and the entire mission was completed to perfection.

"Great!" The 6th rank Grand Sorcerer was overjoyed at the news and jawed, "There will be no need for you to work for the rest of the day. Stay here and guard this teleportation formation, and in seven days you will be free to move about! Before we go, we'll purge the surrounding area of any threatening targets..."

With that, the 6th Order Grand Sorcerer pulled out a few purple vials from his belt pouch and tossed them to Grim and the others, saying in a low voice, "Drink up! With this, as long as you don't overuse your powers, you won't have to slowly endure the torment of bit suppression..."

Grim took the purple vial and used his thumb to open the small cork at the front, immediately sniffing out the witchy scent coming from inside. Inside the vial was a small tube of dark liquid, which boiled to life as soon as it came into contact with the outside scent.

"Drops, after preliminary testing, the target is a 5th-rank witch drug, which contains bitmain breath... After the subject drinks it, it will mask the identity of the outsider with a special bitmain breath, thus avoiding the suppression of bitmain consciousness.... "The chip quickly projected the test results.

Huh? I never thought that such a witch drug could be developed at headquarters....

Grim thought darkly as he raised his neck and drank the potion down.

As soon as the medicine was consumed, a brutal, ancient, vicissitudinous smell unique to the Beastmen realm penetrated through the body, and those bit laws that were wrapped around Grim's body immediately retreated. Even the bits of consciousness that had been suppressed in his heart and filled with full malice also slowly dissipated.

"Here's a map of the world here, you all memorize it! Sara, Colin, you two come with me straight to the Orc God Temple. Grim, Rick, you guys clean up the Gryphons around the teleportation array and join us at the main temple as soon as possible... Let's go!" With that, that 6th rank Brielle Grand Sorcerer released a 6th rank Junior Storm Giant with a lift of his hand, allowing it to prop himself and the other two Grand Sorcerers up into the sky slowly, flying swiftly towards somewhere in the southwest.

A few great sorcerers suddenly burrowing into the interior of the Mutas Plane must have alerted the orcs. Only, the fact that the witches were so determined to send a powerful force to directly raid the main temple of this orcish bit would obviously be unexpected to them.

As long as Grim and the others acted fast enough and struck hard enough, I'm afraid that the gods on the orcish side wouldn't even have time to descend before their foothold would be destroyed. Once the main divine temple was breached, those orc gods would not be able to come across billions of miles to bite them even if they hated them so much.

Wizard HQ had investigated it before coming.

The Mutas Plane believes in the main god of killing, Galleon Arcadas, and is one of its seven important Medium Faith Places. Once this place is destroyed, Galleon Arcadas's battle power will surely suffer greatly in the short term.

This way, the rank 7 Grand Sorcerers would also have more chances of victory and room to display their skills against this rank 7 Orc Killing God!

Seeing that Brielle, the 6th rank Grand Sorcerer, had already left with two of his companions, Grim couldn't help but set his eyes on the head sorcerer.

"There are two groups of enemies that are chasing us more closely, an orc team coming out of Pierpont City, led by a 4th rank high level berserker... they're in this direction!" The lead sorcerer returned to point out the general location as he introduced it, "The other one is a powerful team sent from Stormy Cliff, led by a 4th rank advanced tracker... Their location is roughly here!"

Two strands of orcs, the team must have less than 4 ranks, but for the Grim and Rick the Great Wizard who stayed behind, everything was ants!

"Which one do you choose?" Grim smirked unconcernedly.

"I'll take the berserker! I hope it satisfies me..." the Grand Wizard of Rick also smiled coldly, and his entire body suddenly turned into a black smoke that burrowed into the ground and disappeared without anyone noticing.

Grim also stopped speaking, and his entire body suddenly turned into a scattered flame.

It appeared at the end of the sky with a bang.

By the time a few witches moved their eyes to his new location, another ring of fire was spreading there, and Grim had long since flown away from the scene.