Age of Adepts

Grimm was awakened by a loud noise.

Even the guardian Python discovered what was being fiercely attacked by the majority of his body, but blocked the entrance of the melting hole with a thick tail.

As Grimm packed everything up and stepped out of the melting hole, the battle outside was coming to an end.

The cave, which was not wide enough, lay seven vertical dogs' torn bodies, and the red-hot semi-molded lava flowed all over the ground. For these lava dogs, the rock is their body, then the molten lava is their blood.

There's so much blood already flowing at the moment, their chances of survival are slim!

Where'd you get so many lava dogs? Are the tiny fire melting holes they occupy their nests?

A string of questions arose in Grimm's mind, but it was soon overruled.

Yesterday, when choosing a habitat, Grimm also took great care to avoid the vast majority of the flame creatures' active areas. How did you get attacked by a group of lava dogs in this situation? Moreover, Iwapyeon was given a defensive counterattack, which would only be countered if it was attacked. Which means the Lava Dogs launched their own attack!

The more you think about it, the tighter Grimm's eyebrows become. He always felt that it might not be an accident, but...

If not, under the rapid retrieval of the chip, Grimm found in the description of the melting giant the ability to summon flame creatures.

Just as he had just made up his mind, noisy dog barking came from several lava corridors associated. Listen to the sound, there's a lot of lava dogs pounding right here.

Damn it, the enemy's coming! I just don't know if there's a melting giant.

Grimm couldn't help thinking and turned around and jumped into the open mouth of the python, driving it to drill quickly into the passage leading to the upper volcano. No matter where the enemy comes from, the farther away is the lava sea that the Melting Titans consider home!

Python swayed his thick body, forcibly squeezing into a relatively narrow lava passage, and the rocky scale-scratched walls of Mars, which protruded on his body, swept straight into the air, crushing rocks. Just after the entire body was drilled into the passage, the only remaining snaketail of the python was a massive punch. In an instant, this lava channel cave collapsed, and the falling rock rubble quickly closed the cave.

At this time, dozens of lava dogs were pushed out of the adjacent passageways, blocked just outside the rockfall passageway. The grumpy, irritable lava dog immediately growled loudly, digging hard to get to the road and warning the distant owner.

A moment later, one big, two small, three melting giants took heavy steps to the scene. There's no way, they're too big, and the average small lava tunnels don't squeeze in. Often they can only walk in large corridors eroded by underground lava. As for the enemies hiding in the narrow, they can only be driven out by flaming creatures.

Seeing the corridors collapse in front of them, they instantly understand.

Driven by the cry of the adult melting giant Alec, the remaining dozen lava dogs abandoned their intention to dig a way forward and turned to plunge into the nearby few fairly intact lava corridors to intercept the enemy through a detour route.

Alec turned to the small and medium-sized men of the two communities and said: "There is only one enemy, or a human apprentice, and it is not dangerous. You go tell Arug, don't get excited, I'll go after him myself. ”

Speaking of which, it turned towards a strictly solid corridor that was already blocked. As it moves forward, it spills out an incredibly hot flame of terror in its body, and in front of it, the rocky pile that was once solid began to soften and melt, turning into a magma that flowed all over the ground.

Almost unhindered, Alec's fire eroded a humanoid passage, allowing it to continue its tremendous stride forward. Behind it lies a melting path that no outsider can stand on.

At this moment, however, Grimm has escaped five miles away.

But in the underground world, where this tunnel is tortuous, it's five miles out, and it's a straight line, maybe only four or five hundred meters away. And the concentration of the formation fire elements here is extremely high, and it's amazing how much soil energy Python needs to consume if it's to travel directly in the formation like a dark pit.

So at this critical juncture, Grimm didn't want to consume so much of the python energy.

The unseen pursuit ended only half an hour later, and the melting giant gave up on his own initiative. There seems to be a clear line of termination in their minds, and once the enemy has escaped this range, they will no longer venture out for pursuit.

Grimm took a long breath when he perceived the strong source of the fading away behind him. He asserted that it must have been an adult melting giant of the wizard class. Once he meets a big guy like that, he sends out all the puppet squads, and he ends up with a bleak ending.

There is a lack of an elemental magic puppet that can resist each other's hardships, as well as a lack of elemental magic puppets that can be freely played in volcanic environments, and a very long way from forming an army to see one's own puppet squad.

In addition, it can be seen that the Melting Giants are quite caring for the little ones in the tribe. Grimm's remotely perceived lack of involvement of the two quasi-witch classes in their own pursuits and their little action alone undoubtedly increases the difficulty of capturing them.

After all, with Grimm's current strength, I dare not even think about the witch-grade adult melting giant. Only these quasi-witch-grade little guys have a little hope!

Grimm, who had been expelled from the core of the lava sea, could only wander around the upper areas, waiting for the slow recovery of his body and exploring new paths to the lava sea. After all, this immense volcano has been eroded by adult underground lava for thousands of dense, spider-web-like lava paths, and almost any road ends up pointing to that fantastic lava world, so it's almost impossible for a melting giant to block the proximity of outsiders.

Time was ticked, and Grimm snuck into the lava again as his torso just adjusted back to its optimal state. This time he soaked in it twice as long as the last time, and the progress made was even more welcome.

Progress in the transformation of the body of the shower fire soared directly from 23% to 37%, and Grimm's body was once again devastated and the flesh of the body was eliminated17, yet the surge in body mass prompted the rapid regeneration of new flesh.

His body was like a factory that had been repeatedly pushed over and rebuilt, and every time flesh regeneration built a delicate balance was broken with the strengthening of the flame system's talents. Then everything was pushed back down and the new body organs and flesh slowly resurrected again to match the latest body of fire.

And in this constant repetition, the changes that fit his bathing body were retained, while the temporary, unsuitable changes were in a new arrangement.

Grimm had intended to involve the chip in this restructuring of the body, but after a small experiment, he had to give up. Due to personal vision and pattern, chips are unlikely to jump and predict the right evolutionary space for future fire-based talent enhancements. And these, the instincts of the body, can do incredible things in haze and chaos.

Even many of the subtle organ changes made under the guidance of physical instincts have already been judged invalid and redundant by the chip. But when two or three rounds of body changes passed, Grimm was surprised to find that the previously adjudicated invalid redundancy had seamlessly become the cornerstone of the latest change.

Grimm wouldn't be surprised if such discoveries were made only occasionally. But this discovery, with the full monitoring of the body by the chip, turns out to be the flames of the plains, and similar examples can be found in almost every part of the body remodeling.

So Grimm had to abandon the indiscriminate interference of the chip, leaving it to his physical instincts to drive it all, while the chip retreated to being a full monitor, documenting the entire process of change with meticulous and accurate data.

The more comprehensive you see, the deeper you think, the more Grimm also knows about the word "world will”, which has always appeared in the mouth of a sorcerer.

Grimm's world at the moment is only a large part of the vast multiverse, and such a vast, resource-rich world is nothing more than a sand particle deep in the starry sea.

If the Earth and Earth universe of previous generations were a low-demon world, then the witch-side and pluralist universe of this world is a high-demon world. The inexhaustible tides of energy fill every void in the world.

With such a rich tide of energy, mystics itself has become a terrible force. Any world, any position, any individual, can inspire terrible forces that go far beyond their capabilities. And all of this can be brought together in the powerful mysterious domain!

In the previous life of Earth, it was a joke to laugh off one's teeth if one were to say that the Earth would also be born conscious and thus possess its own will! Because of the size of the Earth, it is not enough to immerse the material and energy of an individual on its own to support the creation of his or her own will.

So in a world of low demons, the planet wants to be born conscious, it's impossible!

But… Grimm is now in a world of high demons, with great tides of energy everywhere, immersed in almost every inch of space. And that, too, provides a solid foundation for the planet's self-awareness. Of course, in the multiverse, there are no planets, only bits!

A floating continent surrounded by facade barriers immerses itself in endless energy every moment, carrying with its vast body countless earth sands, tree forests, mountain sea lakes, metal deposits and even thousands of spirits of all races. Whether it's an ordinary stone or a top wizard who stands on top of the world's peaks, it's all part of this face.

Countless substances, hundreds of millions of creatures, and endless waves of energy, all provide a solid foundation for the birth of group consciousness. Perhaps the first form of world consciousness was group consciousness, the great fusion of its own myriad living individuals and underlying substances, the great clutter. But as the face became stronger and stronger over time, a hazy and illusory sense of position was born invisible.