Age of Adepts

Instead of being enchanted, humans within the Dark Red Junction were laughing with impunity, which undoubtedly profoundly inspired the witch leader.

With a strange shadow of light, the great beauty of Hannah turned into a beautiful teenager with a big figure and a pretty face.

“Beauty, come out and talk about our future! ”

When Grimm was not moved, the witch leader placed a new goal of seduction on Alice.

Watching a guy who was also a man and a woman ‘scratch his head’ there, Alice was still smiling instantly and frozen, her hands slipped and a luminous fate card slipped into her hand.

“You don't have to do this, I'll take care of this funny guy. Perhaps a good servant to take home to teach...” Usa smiled and grabbed her gently. A huge shadow instantly covered the witch leader.

Not even a chance to struggle...

By the time the great shadow had dispersed, the witch leader had disappeared and disappeared.

Seeing the captivity of the chief, the rest of the witches swooped towards the Dark Red Junction.

Pity to come in and die one by one, turning a blind eye, the grieving spirits and witches that had been dancing all over the sky actually damaged most of them in half a minute. The rest of the witches were in a bad position, and a tsunami broke out, scattering again into the thick mist around them, fleeing.

And at this point, the noise of skeletal friction in the distance came, and a large group of skeletal warriors lined up neatly to drill out of the mist. With a silent cry, the skeleton warrior's hollow orbit ignites a star spot red, raises the crude bone shield in his hand, and bravely rushes toward Grimm and others.

Grimm's perception, enhanced by a chip, clearly ‘sees' an army of skeletons coming out of caves of all sizes, an army of ghosts, and a monstrous suture as tall as a meat mountain.

Their personal strength may not be very strong, but that horrible amount has kept Grimm, the second-degree fireman, frowning.

“Legion of the Undead!” Grimm muttered.

Most necrotic practitioners are able to transform some powerful immortal creatures, but only a handful of creatures are able to do so in order to massively drive them into a vast corps of necrotics.

A level 4 Necromancer who specializes in Necromancer Modification and Summoning can do it...

Apart from that, perhaps only those high-ranking witches or spiritual kings who themselves belong to undead creatures can do so.

But what are the chances that a white witch will suddenly emerge from the midpoint of thousands of years? This probability is probably no higher than that of ordinary people being struck by lightning... After all, according to the power system divided by the wizards, the starting order of this magical creature is 3.

And those king of the dead tend to lead thousands of immortal creatures, occupy some small positions, and live a solely self-respecting ‘comfortable’ life.

With their strength, even some of the worst spiritual kings are at least a fifth rank. Wrong is that the position is broken, the position consciousness is lost, and the general material level simply cannot accommodate the existence of such an order of dead monarchs.

But I couldn't think about it at the moment. Grimm stepped forward, flipped his hands together, and the flames of the red-hot flames floated in the palm of my hand. And as the fire elements in the underground world roared wildly toward the core of the flame, the original fist-sized flames of the two groups surged countless times within the two or three fingers, and the inner condensed fire elements were more intense and furious to the extreme...

As Grimm softly lowered his drink, the two fierce fireballs were pushed out by his opposite hand, drawing two beautiful arcs in the air and falling far into the heart of the Legion of Skeletons.

Dong Dong...

After the dull explosion, the two rushing red flame pillars turned into a flame wave, burning everything around them to ashes.

These skeletal warriors have undergone simple magic artifacts, but their basic strength is only slightly stronger than that of mortals. The white bone body, though immune to some sharp parts of the razor damage, is really not very resistant. So as the fires rolled over and over, the crowds of skeletal warriors melted like hot waxes into a pile of coke, which was then washed by flame shockwaves into the white ashes of the sky dancing.

At this point, Grimm was also unable to hide his strength, and the flame junction, which was only 10 steps away from him, suddenly expanded outwards, bringing all within 100 meters of the circle under the cover of a dark red flame. But even so, these skeleton warriors were unable to stop them from rushing into Grimm's flame junction.

These individual Skeleton Warriors are less powerful than Junior Apprenticeship and can only survive for up to 3 seconds in the Flame Boundary. Of these, their soul fires, which are hidden deep in their skulls, can last only one second, while their resilient, dead bodies last two more seconds.

With this little time lag, a bunch of skeletal warriors just rushed into the flame junction and died of their soul fire. And their loose bodies don't wait to break apart, they are held by skeletal warriors in the rear to keep moving forward. By the time the fragile bodies of the first skeletal warriors are burned to ashes, the second skeletal warriors have rushed into the flame junction six or seven meters away...

Against their horrific numbers, a skeleton wall of pure white bones is rapidly approaching Grimm.

A bunch of intellectually ignorant low-level skeletons trying to kill a second-degree fire witch in numbers?

There was a hint of cold on Grim's face.

Grabbing with both hands and throwing quickly, a lava fireball, like a guided bomb, whistled into the most dense area of the Skull Corps. Then the fierce flame shockwave and the fiery lava that has fallen all over the sky turned this little cave into a cruel and difficult lava hell.

Even after such a heavy blow, the Skeleton Corps is still struggling to strike Grimm's flame junction. And deep in the fog, a team of white carnivores began to enter the battlefield.

Unlike the first-order carnivores made by the wizards, these mass-made carnivores are much weaker. They are like a group of skinned humans, soaked in a stinking gutter for days and nights, with a stinking smell all over their bodies and a tragic white resemblance to the drowning dead.

Their tendons and bones have been stretched out and twisted out of shape, and half-silk human appearances are no longer visible all over their bodies. Their surfaces are covered with sticky, slippery body fluids, their corpses crawling on the ground like beasts, with sharp claws and terrible dental lips, and their elongated long tongues...

Each of these ghouls possesses no less strength than a senior apprentice, and a staggering number.

At least in Grimm's chip scans and mental perceptions, there's almost no exhaustion of carnivores that keep pouring out of caves. They run forward on skeletal warrior skeletons, some even climbing over wet, slippery, steep cave walls, crazily pounding from all angles to grimes proudly standing in the midst of huge dark red junctions.

Grimm's face also gradually faded.

Damn, there seems to be more dead spirits here...

It's impossible to pile up a second-degree wizard simply because of the power of the dead in front of you. After all, their basic strength lay there, and their attacks could not break the defensive witchcraft of second-degree wizards.

But… the situation obviously doesn't quite match his vision!

These dead spirits have no emotional fluctuations such as fighting spirit and morale, like a wave of waves, and from every angle they crazily impinge on the flame junction. It's like a bunch of ants walking in flames, even if the outer layers are burned to the ground, but their teams are still struggling.

Now, with these quick moves, like the leopard's ghost joining, the Undead Legion's impact on the flame junction is even more unstoppable.

White ghouls crawled all over the dark hole walls, then leaped down one by one.

Even though their invisible bodies are scorched black by the dark fire, their scorched bodies are still pouring swiftly towards Grimm.

Pfft, pfft...

Continuous dull loud noise.

The carnivores' scorched corpses were blocked by flame shields and lava shields emanating from Grimm's bullets. However, with successive shocks, the pace of Grimm's tremendous strides had to stagnate.

Grim couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows as he watched the white figure jump around him.

These guys don't seem to be very good at it!

Grimm had no choice but to raise his hand and release the fiery demon, whose body was five metres high, in front of him, waving a long whip of fire and punching a plunging corpse out. As for those fish that missed the net, even if they bit him, they would be burned into coke by the flames that gushed out of their bodies.

With the Horror Flame Demon open the way, those swarming dead spirits can no longer pose a threat to the Grim Three and can only strike that tall fireman in madness and futility.

Terror Flame Demon is not afraid to fall into enemy formation at all. It moves a lava giant leg as thick as a stone column and rushes straight into the most dense area of the dead spirit. With its hands raised high, a massive meteor storm stirred the entire Legion of the Undead upside down and failed.

White ghouls flocked up, almost full of the Tall Body of the Terror Flame Demon.

The horror of flaming demons growled and shouted terrible flame streams of temperatures of up to two or three thousand degrees in the crevices of stubborn and unharmed lava bodies. Even with the tough body of a carnivore, it is difficult to resist this level of magic damage, a coyote like a lava volcano, instantly completely vaporized, even a little ash residue is difficult to leave behind.

But even so, it still doesn't stop the ghouls from storming.

Even the Tall Body of Terror Flame, composed of pure lava and flame, has seen cracks and breakages in the naked eye.

And the enemy, it seems, continues to flourish...