Age of Adepts

The path of endless stars stretches before your eyes.

Billis felt like he had become a piece of mud at this moment, a piece of mud that could be kneaded at will.

Weird and unpredictable spatial anomalies came from all sides, and thousands of gravitational beams acted together on Billis' thin and fragile worm body, pulling him to pieces immediately. Billis' body, which was still quite intact, collapsed into tens of millions of tiny black beetles, barely clumping into black cigarettes, and this was not pulled away by the gravitational beam.

If it weren't for the protection of the Brigade of Witches, Billis would have been torn apart by space distortion acting on him and pulled into a different shattered void.

The reason for this, of course, is because of Alice, the host of the transmission.

If Alice has four levels of strength, she is naturally proficient in using the power of space, so that the transferee can easily travel remotely across the transverse plane with only a small fraction of the spatial anomaly.

Unfortunately, Alice has only one level of strength, and she has deliberately reduced the transmission array's protective capability in order to avoid a serious spatial backlash. In this way, Billis, who was sent out as a sharp soldier, could only drive the immortal body wildly, using the constant annihilation of the worm body to relieve himself of the tremendous pressure he was under.

Just like traveling in an ever-expanding star path, the black cigarette group of Billis's incarnation was pulled into a growing strip, squeezed into a meatloaf, and screwed into a hemp... Maroon Star Road, Billis became an indestructible little strength, enduring all sorts of horrible abuse.

He, on the other hand, had no chance of resistance whatsoever but passive silence.

But it's good to have a long journey to the end of the day.

Finally, with the sudden sounding of a strange spell, a narrow crack suddenly broke over the star path. Through the spatial membrane formed by the facade barrier, Billis seemed to have a strange view of the continent on the other side of the rift.

Without waiting for Billis to hesitate, however, that layer of starlight wrapped around him pinched him and burst into a space fissure.

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Green grass, blue sky.

Karyak's sky will always be so clear.

The warm spring breeze blows wild grass, red, blue, purple, yellow... Flowers of all colors mix in green and greasy lawn, looking beyond the glamour.

Yet, in the middle of this beautiful and beautiful scroll, a space crack was suddenly split less than two metres long. As the horrific void hurricane blew out of the rift, the grass in front of it was like being shoveled by an invisible razor, and countless grasses, wildflowers, grass seeds, plant roots and stems were hanged into finely shredded powder, and then instantly thrown far away from sight.

And in the middle of these powders, there are some strange creatures of black peristalsis.

The space fracture lasted only about three times, restoring the status quo ante under the powerful force of the meshing of the positional space. But this is one of the three best efforts, and a void hurricane and space turbulence have also caused enormous and irreparable damage to the land.

The grass has been leveled, the earth has begun to collapse, and strange space distortions have made the space-time here a bit strangely distorted. Any creature that unintentionally enters here can be invaded by space distortion and then rolled into alien space.

Without strong force protection, ordinary organisms simply cannot withstand unusual changes in space. The moment they were caught in space distortion, the moment their bodies collapsed and their lives died.

In another region five miles from the transmission point, Billis struggled to congeal his consciousness, sending a converging hissing word to the surrounding area.

Finally, a minute later, Billis barely gathered his little body together, and this was the hard way to climb out of the bush. And in the sparse jungle around him, a cloud of black smoke is gathering from all over, reintegrating into his body.

An unspeakable repression and stuffiness on Billis' mind made it difficult for his mind to function properly, and the witchcraft in his body was even more difficult to exert. If he doesn't have an immortal body, he doesn't depend much on the outside air to sustain his life, and I'm afraid he's here, even breathing big mouths is a luxury.

Plane Suppression!

Billis instantly understood what was happening to him.

He has arrived at the ectopic surface, so what he must suffer at this moment is the constant situational repression of situational consciousness. And in this case, he predicted it long before he left.

Open your ugly mouthpiece and spit out an old-fashioned space ring from inside and put it on your big left tail finger.

Billis read the vocabulary code and took five fingers to get the fraudulent jewels and metal spheres out of the ring. The same thing, in the world of wizards, he can take things out of storage rings with just one thought. But here, he spent five of his finest hours.

And at the moment of the completion of witchcraft, Billis sensed a noticeable loss of witchcraft in his body.

This insignificant operation consumes very little demons. In the wizard world, in a very short period of time that is not traceable, he can replenish this part of the consumption by absorbing the free element energy of space.

But here… he felt only the loss of witchcraft, but not the supplement of witchcraft.

Billis's face slightly changed and he felt it in close sight.

With his witch-grade spiritual strength, he can still sense the existence of free element energy in space. Just by his mental strength, the concentration of elemental particles here is only 16% of the witch world. With the element particles so thin, passive absorption by wizards alone is no longer sufficient to sustain the restoration of witchcraft power.

To restore witchcraft, I'm afraid it's only deep meditation that can be truly complemented.

Fucking low demon world...

Billis cursed with resentment and picked up the fraudulent jewels. The moment the jewel touches his worm, Billis can clearly feel that the repression of the position has been reduced by more than half, and even breathing has become smooth.

Billis thought, one mouth swallowed the fraudulent jewel into his stomach.

This thing has to touch the body in order to work, swallow it into the stomach, it's both safe and fully accessible, why not do it!

Billis grabbed the metal sphere with a brown insect tentacle and looked at it. The five crystals set on the side were all dull. Only the first one flashed in a regular fashion and looked like human breathing.

Such a thing cannot be placed in a space ring, or it will never absorb the void energy it needs.

Billis hesitated for a moment, tearing the crust off his chest and burying the metal sphere with his wormhand. And at this point, there was a strange clay drilling noise pounding around the jungle. Thereafter, fifteen dog-sized scorpions broke out of the earth and crawled before Billis.

“With you, I have the whole world! ”

Billis was satisfied to tour this powerful army of his own, waving their hands and walking them deep into the jungle.

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Half a day later.

The neighborhood just calmed down, and a noisy strange noise suddenly broke the tranquility.

Spinning, a strange black dot flies under the cloud toward this place at high speeds.

By the time the black dot gets bigger and clearer, it will be a crude and absurd strange aircraft.

This is an ugly goblin helicopter with mechanical gear at its core, mainly lightweight and sturdy wood.

The body of the sperm helicopter was created to look like the head of the sperm, with a yellow coat of paint on the outside and a four-wing propeller made of metal blades on the body. And the horrible noise we just heard was this huge propeller spinning wildly, stirring up the sound of the air.

This Goblin helicopter doesn't have much belly space, and if you're a normal human, you can only plug the next one.

But when the local elite helicopter landed on the ground, it jumped out of the belly of the plane with two little goblins wearing vests, leather pants and leather boots and windscreen mirrors.

My feet were bare and I couldn't see the hard silky green dirt. Father Tok lit a pipe and circled around the transmission point twice. I couldn't help but hate the curse and scold: “Damn, my eyelids have been dancing since yesterday, I knew nothing good would happen today... Damn, damn, damn... Mossadine, go back to the village and inform everyone that there may be some ectopic monsters nearby, let everyone be careful...”

Speaking of an old goblin of some age, I'm afraid he's 40 years old. And this age, relative to humans, is already comparable to an 80-year-old man.

And Mossadine, who came here with it, was just a seventy-eight year-old goblin, young and fearless.

“Father Tok, where do you see monsters? ”

Mossadine followed Father Tok several times, but was stunned to find no sign of anything unusual. Half a mile of grass nearby the transmission point has been scooped out, and fine debris has been thrown a few miles away, even if there are any signs of it, I'm afraid it has been wiped out by a violent storm of void.

So it's curious what Papa Tork's judgment is based on.

The next moment, however, his forehead was beaten hard by a big pipe.

“What more evidence does that require? Can't you see that the facade was broken from the outside? This is not a weak space zone, it is impossible to have natural space holes, then it is inevitable that a guy has broken in...” The more gas, Father Tok waved a big pipe and wanted to do it, but the little goblin Mossadine has long known the machine to escape.

“Perhaps that monster has been destroyed by Hurricane Void!” While climbing the helicopter, Mossadine responded angrily: "Didn't you say that few creatures survive in a void hurricane? ”

Daddy Tok hesitated for a moment and swept through the lush, green jungle in the distance with his hands, mumbling: "If only they had really died in a void hurricane. What worries me is… if the other person is not dead, then this is our disaster. The guy who can get into our world from the void, there's nothing to deal with...”

Finally, the two men drilled back into the sperm helicopter and vacated in the noise of a noisy thud, flying away in the direction in which they came.