Age of Adepts

In the eyes of all, a terrible energy storm rises from the cavernous space.

Although the wizards had long known that Gazrovi had been hiding in the storm, when they had exhausted all means, they were still unable to perceive its exact location through that raging, disorderly and terrible energy.

Just as the wizards were forced to mourn the magic of Gazruwi's fusion with the Magic Furnace, the Goblins hiding in the periphery watched the first of the former Goblins in a pilgrimage.

It is the world's smartest goblin, and it is also the ‘god’ of the Goblin Clan!

It crossed the threshold of hierarchy, which had not been successfully crossed by thousands of goblins, and became the first ‘goblin’ to advance to the third level of the multiverse. Well, although Gazrovi's appearance is too different from that of a sperm, it was once a sperm, wasn't it?

With complex mindsets, a goblin lays on his knees, causing them endless suffering and endless hope for the ‘god’ of the goblin to worship!

The power of ‘God' is increasing, and the will of ‘God’ is flowing...

It is to be hoped that the ‘gods’ of the mighty Goblins will, in turn, bless them, poor Goblins who are being enslaved by the wizards.

With enhanced mental intelligence, Gazruwi is able to detect spiritual, emotional, and mental changes in virtually all living beings present, except for those exotic wizards who are barred by the vitality field.

Gazrovi's anger can't help but burn when he thinks of his strength at the expense of his eternal freedom *.

Its spiritual consciousness is attached to the energy particle stream, which invades every piece of land, every inch of space, in this heaven and earth. With the high penetration properties of the energy particle stream, its mental consciousness is able to penetrate almost unhindered through any tangible and intangible material form.

Neither earth, nor rock, nor wood, nor metal, can hinder the penetration and perception of Gazruwi's spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, everything in the heavens and the earth is completely transparent to its eyes, and there is no secret in the world that can hide its spiritual perception and spiritual touch.

The fierce energy extracted from the extraterritorial void at every moment of the Magic Furnace became its most powerful weapon and its best carrier of spiritual consciousness.

After rising from the cavernous space to the middle of the sky, the horrible, blinding light suddenly lit up at the core of the energy storm, which continued to sweep. In the next moment, the energy particles of Gazruvi's will were flowing like a wind, racing in all directions.

Penetrating the earth, penetrating the gold, no matter what prevents them from rushing forward, no life form can reject their penetration past.

Even the wizards of the Deep Red family felt an unnamed heavy mental pressure and had to come together to support a strange witchcraft dedicated to the mind and spirit.

The spirit is intangible, and the mind is devoid of any fixed form.

But like Gazrovi, combining intangible spiritual consciousness with tangible energy particles creates its own unique spiritual light.

Spiritual light is like a pure white beam of light that twists freely and freely in the air, penetrating irresistibly into every metal ingot, every engineering machine and every battle magic in the excavation site camp. During the constant bombardment and infiltration of energy particle streams, Gazrovi's mental consciousness also began to become ubiquitous and omnipresent.

These giant metal ingots, which were all dead, began to soften and plasticize like mud under the manipulation of a powerful foreign force. The vast metal hill on the edge of the camp is mostly part of the former iron and steel capital dug from the ground and some metal ingots brought in from outside.

At this moment, whatever the previous source, they are now constantly distorted metal ‘dough’. They twist and twist each other together into a larger, heavier metal ‘dough’ that then protrudes from the body of the metal into strange parts like tentacles and mechanical feet, beginning to come close to each other and adhere to each other.

It's like a small droplet blended into a large droplet, a metal mass welcoming each other, and it's starting to melt into a huge, daunting giant metal build.

Not only in the Metal Mountains, but even the engineering machinery and combat equipment at the excavation site camp began to slow down under Gazrovi's mental consciousness. And all of a sudden, a bunch of magicians panicked out of the alchemy factories, engineering workshops, and magic production lines at the far end of the camp.

Subsequently, those huge metal factories suddenly grew a lot of metal mechanical legs and started crawling this way like a metallic beast.

At one time, the entire excavation site camp was filled with distorted and creeping shadows of metal.

They are distorted and deformed using a variety of strange means to converge together, thereby stitching and fusing together into stranger, more distinctive metallic objects.

Metallic spiders, metal beetles, metal giant wolves, metallic soft mud… and many strange creatures that simply can't see the specific form.

Liveless metals can distort and transform into a strange bunch of things no one knows, with fixed forms of engineering machinery, battle magic, and extensive engineering workshops that won't be so wasted. They still retain their original underlying morphology, where little by little they merge with other metals.

Small droplets converge into big droplets, big droplets converge into streams... which eventually congeal into a metal giant on top of the sky. There is a skull, there is a body, there are limbs... the surface of the body is uneven, signs of fusion splicing can be seen everywhere.

But anyway, this terrible metal giant, 217 meters tall, finally stands in front of the crowd.

When the metal giant is molded, Gazruvi drives the Magic Furnace slowly toward each other's widest chest position. As the magic furnace slowly approached, the metal giant's chest revealed a dark hole that greeted him inside.

Another moment later, with the Magic Furnace connected to the energy circulation system inside the Metal Giant, this huge, deathly moldy thing just suddenly came to life.

Violent and ferocious magical energy circulates through the metal giants, activating one geotechnical factory after another along the way, illuminating engineering machinery and battle magic. The entire surface of the metallic giant overflows the spectral fluorescence characteristic of the magic metal and sustains an invisible mental force field.

With enormous amounts of energy flowing through the metal giants, just roughly assembled metal bodies began to carve and change more finely and realistically. The metallic giant's rough, rough, spherical skull began to have constant bumps and bumps, and more obvious eyebrows and five officials had appeared.

Although all of these things are just set up, there are no features and effects that go with them for the time being, but the appearance alone is much easier than before.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the metal giant's eyebrows actually resemble Grimm's seventy-eight points.

It's just that the metal giant is so huge that even if Grimm gets in front of him, it's just as thick as his lips.

Several wizards of the Deep Red family came together and had to discuss it.

The Giant is enormous enough in size in front of it, so you don't know what its attack and defense are.

Grimm had also flown out of the ground at this time, slowly falling beside them.

“Desera, try it!” Grimm gave the order.

As Meryl's disciple, Grimm's apprentice grandson, Desera, is a wind element affectionate elemental wizard, promoted to a rank of wizard for less than seven years.

Since he had always been silent and did not like to communicate too much with people, he had shown little visibility and little presence in Camp Grimm. However, his presence also meant that the power of the Deep Red family continued, so Grimm had recently begun to focus his attention on him.

“Yes, sir patriarch. ”

Desera is an old-fashioned wizard who behaves in a routine manner, with a thin, pale face with a smile of formula, a faint figure with a slight morbid weakness, a classic aristocratic wizard from an aristocratic family at first glance.

Under Grimm's elemental vision, Desera is a man of brilliance, with no vacant spots to wear witchcraft gear, and obviously a rich lifetime.

After being named by Grimm, De Serra flew off the ground, stirred up halfway through the sky, and a piece of witchcraft began to shine a little bit, adding a lot of added value.

When he reached forward, an invisible and tangible whirlpool of wind began to converge between his palms, forming a terrible blade of wind.

Due to the scarcity of elements at the geotechnical level, De Serra's application lasted seven times before reaching its strongest state.

With a slight scolding, a spiral of wind, like a tip cone, emerged, spanning nearly a hundred meters, striking over the spiritual force field in front of the metal giant.

The intangible spiritual force field began to show slight ripples, which quickly dissolved this attack by De Serra.

85 degrees!

The chip instantly returns the strength of the attack just now.

Given that this is a geological location, and that he is only a new wizard, it is impossible to afford such an attack. If this is the world of sorcerers, I'm afraid his attacks are close to breaking the hundred!

Grimm's optimization of witchcraft by chips, combined with the super explosive power of fire-based witchcraft, was only 105 degrees.

So in contrast, this Dracula study of wind witchcraft is pretty good!

De Serra's attack, while not breaking the metal giant's mind field, has obviously attracted Gazrovi's attention.

The metallic giant's body leaned slightly, his head twisted, and a pair of true lights, like a searchlight, shone at Desera.

1st level wizards have difficulty breaking down metal giants who own the town of Gazruwi, so what about 2nd level wizards?

Grimm waved his hand, and a head-sized lava fireball was instantly generated in his palm and began to absorb the surrounding fire elements.

The metal giant's gaze immediately caught on to the fireball.

“Gazrovi, don't move, let me try...”

Grimm briefly communicated with each other, and when the believer pushed, the lava ball in his palm was like a meteor and fell over the spiritual force field in front of the metal giant.

The next second, the flames are shining, the magma is bursting!

Little half of the metal giants are covered in flames.