Age of Adepts

Continuously stretching forward like a spiderweb, the paths are everywhere with corners and intersections, and on both sides of the stone walls are constantly seeing places like stone rooms and rooms.

If it's a normal adventure, Alice certainly doesn't mind a steady, piece-by-piece approach to the core area. But today is obviously different, and everything here is shady and weird.

The witch that just killed Alice doesn't even know her name. But after killing her, Alice somehow felt like she was absorbing something special, and even her mind and thoughts were quicker and more acute than before.

Deep down, she had the feeling that what was before her seemed to be a killing race. Whoever kills more vulnerable people and absorbs more energy material will also gain more dominant space upon reaching the core of the tower.

It was just a vague intuition!

But for Alice, it's like a clear instruction.

So the anomaly was that Alice ordered the fiery tyrant to go forward and make huge noises, like a giant bulldozer, knocking down every building and facility along the way.

If not, such a huge dynamic fruit has really brought her the unexpected enemies.

Just around the corner, you meet five hard-awaited trainee witches.

They float on their bodies with different colors of auxiliary witchcraft, pinching and saving different styles of magic sticks and scrolls. In front of them are dense and numb stone puppets, dirt statues, razor boars, ferocious wolves, iron-backed eagles and other summoning biological or witchcraft puppets.

With such momentum and a peculiar situation, ordinary witches encounter them and may actually retreat, allowing them to survive.

Unfortunately, they met Alice… the fierce tyrant in front of them.

Faced with the array in front of him, the fiery tyrant continued to make great strides, advancing as he pushed forward with his hands high, and a blinding wall of flame appeared empty-handed and crashed into each other's army of summoners.

The fire line surged rapidly...

With an average of 80 degrees of flame damage from the Flaming Demon Wall, this batch is no higher than the quasi-witch hierarchy, and the worst is the intermediate creature, how can it withstand it!

At the last moment there was a neat army of summoners, and at the next moment it became thin and broken.

In the midst of horrific fires, countless summoning creatures were burned directly and turned into scattered fireworks. Only a few demonic stone puppets, slightly taller, are still struggling. Unfortunately, without waiting for them to rush out of the flames, their crispy, hot, baked bodies have been torn apart. Even the earthly statue could not withstand the burning of the fierce flames and became a soft mud that melted away.

Five apprentice witches looked white-faced and all retreated quietly.

In their shallow insight, how could they have ever seen such a powerful 'Summon the Fireman'!

“Run…”

Not knowing who shouted, the five apprentice witches turned their heads and ran away. In order to win companionship, two apprentice witches even lit up the faint fluorescence of 'walking’ and ‘acceleration'.

Unfortunately, a bursting fireball exploded in their ranks.

Violent and fierce flame waves tumble through narrow passages, and their legs can no longer run fast over flame shockwaves.

Thus, as a wave of flame ripples impacted, the protective film on the body of the five trainee witches burst, falling seven verticals and eight verticals across the channel. Two bodies at the core of the burst had been burned to ashes and bones had disappeared, while the apprentice witch, who was about to run to the end of the tunnel, had barely retained a corpse, although it was no longer in the form of scorched black.

If these apprentice witches are thrown into human society, I'm afraid they're all local aristocrats fighting for a banquet and staying as guests of the mysterious witches. But here, they are the targets of casual killings. They can't even hold a single blow from a fiery tyrant, and even a more complete body cannot be preserved after death.

Destiny's chosen path for them is clearly a dead end completely impassable!

But similarly, Alice had completely abandoned it before she was 10 years old. Ever since she embarked on this awakening path, she seemed to have no choice but to work hard forward.

Alice carefully sensed her eyes, standing in a pile of scorched corpses, again confirming her previous assumptions. Killing other awakeners really does some good for you. This benefit is also invisible and untouchable, and she seems to have some resonance with certain laws deep in the infinite void.

Some incomprehensible mysterious knowledge and content came into her head silently, making her seem to understand something and seem to understand nothing...

Without time to grasp these profound things, Alice greeted the fiery tyrant and continued along the intricate passage.

…………

A large academic hall.

A milky-white illuminated crystal is embedded on the wall by mistake.

Due to the ages, the magic in these crystals has been lost and no more light can be sparked.

Along the circular walls, a row of tall bookshelves were placed, although there were still some sorcery books on them, most of which unfortunately were damaged in the battle just now.

Frost in the lobby, cracked ice crystals, a mess on the ground, a perfect post-war look.

Ice and frost dancer Chevy stood quietly in the middle of the hall, enduring severe pain in her body and slowly healing her injuries.

Her crystal clear frost armor has been shattered, and her gentle cloth robe has been ripped apart from several cracks revealing dark, snowy skin.

Chevy took out a bottle of blue medicine and bit his teeth before pouring it on his shoulder wound.

The sound of nourishing flesh corrosion is clearly discernible, and black lumps, like living beings, drill right under the skin, but are blocked off by the forces of frost surrounding them on all sides. Under the constant brushing of the blue agent, the black mass finally crushed the wound and drilled out.

As soon as it came into contact with the drug, it suddenly blew up into a mass of smoke and slowly dissipated into the air.

There's an unspeakable stench in the hall right away!

Chev had a chance to look around after the most important injuries and take the next bottle of healing to start recovering.

In the icy, cold room, three biting teeth, the witches of different colors are in different postures, frozen in thick ice crystals.

As you can see, the three witches sealed in the ice crystal are dead!

Just a minute ago, Chevy was led into the hall by a ‘unexpected encounter' witch, who was attacked by two ambushed witches. One enemy and three, despite some accidents, and despite being wounded early in the day, Chev killed three enemies on his own.

Seeing the power of destiny quickly integrated into one's body, Chevy was able to feel it, and had previously had a slight diaphragm of destiny with herself, opening her arms to herself again.

The rumor that killing competitors can bring their own destiny is true. Well, we can't wait too long, we have to do it early, otherwise the weak can easily be robbed by other competitors.

After simply handling the injuries and the scene, Chev pushed open the wooden door on the side of the lobby and quietly fell into the complex passageway around the witch tower.

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And on the bottom of the tower is another area.

Sophia the Violent Witch is also fighting hard.

It's just that the way she looks now seems to recognize her at first glance is already one of the best.

Originally Sophia was quite tall and strong among witches, up to two metres tall and even half a foot taller than Grimm. It's hard to believe she's a woman without two huge masses of meat in front of her chest.

But now, as the forces of fury poured through her body, the furious witch Sofia's entire body muscles began to expand rapidly, turning into a brazen giant up to four metres tall.

The muscles on the face stretched and deformed to cover the left eye have collapsed, revealing gray white stone eyeballs below. The crackling bones burst into ears, the raging witch roared forward, and the coarse wooden wand in her hand magically grew bigger and thicker with her.

And in front of her, the two witches fled desperately with a group of apprentice witches. Unfortunately, each time they could not escape far enough, they were caught up in the heavy footsteps of her shaking the mountains.

Countless colorful witchcraft rains fell on Sophia, and those apprenticeship-level witchcraft were ignored directly by her. The rookies are always rookies, and they inspire witchcraft that doesn't penetrate even Sophia's raging skin.

Only witch-induced witchcraft attracts Sophia's attention.

Either grab an item and throw it, detonate it early, or wield a wooden scepter to blow up the sorcery. Anyway, if you can hide, you can stop, only if you can't hide from witchcraft, Sophia will choose to cover her face with her arms and flush it hard.

Any protective film, shield, and energy shield are set as long as Sophia rushes to her side and waves a wooden stick against her head. The fierce power combined with the heavy wooden cane, even the official witch, cannot withstand Sofia's fierce blow.

Any guy she hit had only one end, turning into a beach of meat mud or meat sauce.

There's no other way!

The intern witches who fled apparently touched some of the witchcraft organs in panic. So as the squeaky metal crisps, a group of steel guards hold a huge shield, with a sword coming out of a hidden place, also joined the slaughter of trainee witches.

“Damn, don't steal meat from me...”

Several apprentice witches were brutally killed by steel guards, and Sophia the Violent Witch went wild.

“These meat dishes are all mine... you dare to rob me... go to hell..."

Sophia rushed wildly, waving a coarse wooden wand, instantly smashing four or five steel guards into a pile of twisted broken copper and rotten iron.

The Iron Guard Squad, which took the killer intruder as its sole command, immediately dropped its rifle and formed a neat battle squad, taking heavy steps to launch an assault on the violent witch.

Fighting on the field is getting chaotic!