Age of Adepts

Fire fists whistle and fall.

Halfway through, however, it was stopped by a flaming hand that appeared across the sky.

The Terrorist Flame Demon has been defeated, but he still drags his body to death and hugs Arthur's heavy right arm. Three giant firemen, five or six meters tall, hugged each other and slammed wildly in the lava pool.

As the Terror Flame demon briefly wrapped his arms around Athos, Grimm squatted on the fire lord, and two giant hands burning red flames desperately stabbed each other in the chest with that huge pit. As he stabbed, the crushed stone powder in the pit couldn't hold it down, and the web-like cracks quickly spread towards the perimeter.

Apparently aware of the danger of death, Flame Lord Arthur's resistance and struggle grew more intense, and a powerful pair of stone arms slammed terror flame demons wildly. The body of the elementary flame demon finally failed to withstand a continuous blow and collapsed.

The crystalline puppet nucleus tumbled into the lava, and the mumbling bubble vanished.

This is the third time the Terror Flame has been hit directly by an enemy during a summons!

As Grimm's enemies become stronger and stronger, even the second-degree Terrorist Inflammator will have difficulty sustaining the depletion of the puppet's nuclear energy. And the spiritual power consumed by summoning the 2nd level demon puppets makes it difficult for Grimm to replicate the previous situation of summoning a bunch of demon puppets to beat the enemy.

After the Terror Flame demon left, there was only Grim and Athos left in the lava pool.

Fire lord Arthur's heavy lava punch thumped over the body of Grimm's fiery demon, and Grimm's bullet flame shield and lava shield blew to pieces in the sky for less than a second.

Heavy fists made Grimm dizzy, the field of vision in front of him was almost completely covered by the bursting red slurry, and the flaming demon's body fragmented, making it almost impossible to stabilize the flaming body. Forget that my Grimm, despite falling lava fists like rain, is also risking his life stabbing Athens in the chest with a knife.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger there...

With the power of Athos, you can actually punch Grimm in the face. But Grimm, in order to avoid this, simulated his left hand into a flaming whip, wrapped around each other's waist dead. Thus, even though his body had been knocked down by lava fire and his body had almost collapsed, his right hand was still desperately attacking Athos' chest.

Both sides rolled over in the lava pool, you punched me, I stabbed you, almost razed this place to the ground in a shaky battle.

And by this time, the second stage lava giant had burst into the flame lobby and started attacking the peripheral flame cage. The second stage is well worth the second, and it possesses far more power than the four first-order compatriots, and the destructive power of its mighty forces is even more incomparable.

Flame cages begin to break down at visible speeds to the naked eye.

Yet, at this wildly high * tide of war, flame lord Athos suddenly burst into a huge depression in the chest exploded by an oversized lava fireball.

Its lava casing, half a metre thick, was finally cut through by Grimm!

The hand of a flaming spear instantly penetrated Athos' chest, tampering with the core of a flame as large as a human's head. With the influx of flame energy imbued with violent destructive forces, a series of flame bursts of martyrdom erupted in Athos, while Grimm's flame energy slipped in and successfully trapped Athos' soul consciousness.

A light bang.

Grimm pulled out his right hand, and Athos' huge flame core went from red to dark red in his palm and condensed into a grey stone heart.

Suddenly a silence suddenly broke out in four places.

So the Lava Giant stopped attacking the flame cage, staring shockingly at the heart of the stone in Grimm's hand across the Lava Column, almost losing the valley's desire to think and fight.

Lord is dead...

All the lava giants lost their souls and looked at everything in front of them, constantly haunting this short sentence in their minds. At last, the flame awakened and the silent eyes turned violent and red again, pointing to Grimm and shouting: "Kill him! ”

The other Lava Giant woke up dreaming and shouting: "Kill him... and avenge your lord! ”

The next moment, the flame cage collapsed under the stone hammer of many lava giants, revealing a burning pool battlefield.

Grimm quickly put away the heart of the stone sealed with the soul of Arthur and quickly retreated from two transformations. The surrounding lava giant had roared and rushed up as he turned from a five-metre-tall flame demon to a two-metre-tall human witch.

Grimm was already at the end of the crossbow.

The battle with Flame Lord Athens just now, though brief, was incredibly intense, draining almost all the flame energy in his body. There are at least twenty Lava Giants beside him at this moment, among them one whose rank of strength is no less than that of the fiery captain of his guard.

Now that the mission has been accomplished, there is no point in continuing to fight.

So Grimm didn't hesitate to stick a fierce son into the bottom of the fire pool and pick up the puppet nucleus, which led him to the crack in the ground fire leading straight to the ground and drilled in like a swimming fish.

Behind him, the fiery giant roared furiously.

Grimm ignored all of this, resisting the flushing of the ground-burning slurry, and quickly went away.

A minute later, Grimm finally drilled out of a firecrack. And it's three miles away from that dust canyon, and you can only see the dust and flames scattered all year round at the canyon entrance.

Done the task… finally done the task!

Grimm's orbit was a little wet with a sudden slack of slack. On that journey, he had hardly ever doubted his abilities or his luck. Now it seems that fate is still on its side, otherwise it would be ridiculous to go deeper into a higher position and assassinate a powerful elemental lord who is no less powerful than himself.

A strange voice came from Grimm's Moon of Mercy while he was still excited about what he had just done.

“You human wizards still have some means! I can't believe I killed a powerful lord with such a weak body. Hey, looks like I underestimated you before...”

Scared by this suddenly appearing voice, until Grimm turned his body, which found the flaming tiger lazily crawling behind him, a pair of God's eyes open momentarily to measure himself.

“Sin… Sindal, aren't you… supposed to wait for me near the Witch Tower signpost? ”

“Hey, I'm fine anyway, so follow you and see how you killed that Athos. Nice, perfect plan, you are desperate enough too... looks interesting! ”

Looks interesting…

Grimm's eyes couldn't help but get a little wet.

It's more than that. It's a big deal. The battle just now, with slightly less luck and strength, could lead to a tragic end in the dead. But such a life-and-death struggle falls in the eyes of the Honourable Sindal, but it's just a little interesting...

The eyes of the Tiger 3 did not change slightly and did not seem to move at all for Grimm's self-ridicule.

“My mission here is over! Welcome to my private witch tower on the next journey…" Shake your head and throw away those boring thoughts, Grimm reluctantly piled up his smile and respectfully extended a courteous invitation to this tiger.

“Then let's go!” Tiger Sindal is extremely interested in this topic, standing up and walking.

Grimm can only helplessly keep up.

…………

Lance position, metal fort.

A grumpy dragon is walking around in the metal lobby.

Finally, in a restless mood, Ames stopped for a meaningless‘ stroll 'and growled in anger at the empty lobby: “It's been eleven days... I've been here eleven days, why hasn't your human master appeared yet? No, I have to see him right away... now... now..."

A moment later, a strange voice of Gazruvina sounded in the metal lobby.

“My Lord Ames, there is nothing I can do about this. As far as I know, Lord Grimm is travelling in a different world, and it will be difficult to return in a short time. Even if I had a way to get your message across, he wouldn't have returned directly to give up his assignment for this little thing, so..."

“Little things... little things...” Seems completely pissed off by the word, Ames' voice immediately went up again eight degrees: “My women are about to be robbed by someone else, you dare to say small things... believe it or not, I can make you a fire here with a sigh of dragon flame! ”

Speaking of which, Ames is already under threat.

“No way, My Lord Ames, I can tell from your description just now that this matter involves a terrible four-stage dragon. Such a person is beyond the hierarchy of events I can handle, so even if you are in a hurry, wait until Lord Grimm returns! ”

After roaring for a while, Ames, who was somewhat exasperated, ‘strolled’ again in the metal lobby...

Wait, wait, wait… what else can it do now besides wait?

When I think of that beautiful dragon lady lying in the arms of another dragon at this moment, Ames' heart is like an oil cooked, painfully restless sitting.

Where the hell did that damn Grim go...