Age of Adepts

Dry City has become the most eye-catching spot in Johnson at this moment.

Not only the strong beasts, but even the alien kings hidden in the old forests of the deep mountains, put their attention to the concerns.

Through the strange laws of the world, all Johnson's mighty have understood the true intentions of these witches breaking into this place.

Erosion of the origin of the bits, corrosion of the laws of the bits, elimination of the sense of the bits...

These goddamn witches have the guts to destroy Johnson's face!

If the witches simply want to invade Johnson's position, then this war is a battle for domination between the witches and the beasts. Other heterosexuals are so tragically oppressed by the beasts that it is impossible to intervene in them.

But now the witches intend to destroy Johnson's position, which is a big question about the survival of all Johnson's positions, and it is not for the strong and kings of the opposite race to continue to conceal.

At one time, Johnson's sky was filled with black-skinned natives sitting on giant flying warcraft on their knees, dressed in strange grass skirts, or a giant giant with giant meteors marching in the direction of Dead Water City...

These strong Johnsons, men, women, children and men of all races, almost all escaped from their hidden seclusion and ran wildly through all means to the lonely city of Dead Water, which stood on the Great Northwest Wilderness.

And in the third hour, when the roots of decay took root, a large group of Orc Powers, with the help of the Great Moving Technique, went outside the city of Dead Water and started attacking the city wildly.

Using this half-month gap, the Dead Witches have built a simple war witch tower in the city of Dead Water. Using the War Witch Tower as a defensive barrier, the number of fourth-order witches is considerably lower than the other witches still face a constant resistance to each other's attacks.

Under the towering and sturdy city of Dead Water, the 4 order witch beasts and demons summoned by the witches have blocked the beasts outside the city, and the terror witchcraft jointly provoked by the high order witches has also left the powerful beasts of the attackers dead and wounded. It is unspeakable.

Above this fourth-order dominant battlefield, first-order can only be counted as cannon ash, while second-degree can only be counted as a barely qualified bottom-line warrior. Only if you reach the 3rd level will you have the opportunity to have a horizontal and horizontal battlefield and a breakthrough.

But in a battlefield like this, if bad luck encounters an unleashed 4th, then the 3rd best will also have to fall in minutes!

And at a time when the battle on the current line was raging, the Grimm line waiting quietly in the mansion finally waited for news of the evacuation.

She came as a monster, a beautifully resentful witch, looking at her body as beautiful as substance, I'm afraid the rank is still above Grimm.

However, when she reached the third level, she was still only a servant of the witch, and faced with Alice, the head of the witch, and Grimm, the second chief, she bowed her head and took the lead in expressing her respect.

“Lord Alice, Lord Grimm, the portal is ready. You can leave now! ”

When I heard this rare good news, the first cheering voice was actually that of the third tier of Leron Ames.

“Great, great... go, go... let's not stay here too long... this place is horrible!” As a 3rd order thyron, Ames obviously perceives more of the world's reality hidden behind the reenactment than Grimm does.

Needless to say, merely because of the turbulent conflict of laws in the heart of Dead Water City, Leron Ames' cautious liver has been frightened to flutter and difficult to calm. Now, there are so many fourth-order Orcs outside the city, and the violent atmosphere of a concerted killing is even more disturbing for Ames to sit still.

If the witches hadn't banned the ability to deliver space around Dead Water City, I'm afraid Leron Ames would have escaped Johnson for a long time without being able to stand the fright of his heart.

In contrast, Grimm's understanding of the rule of position is far less profound than Alice's. So when Alice's pale face was shaken by the power of a wave of rules, Grimm was like a little ant on a tall nest.

The world in front of us is so strange, and what we feel, hear and see is so frightening. Let him look, listen, feel, but like he's locked in a glassware, it's hard to understand and understand everything he touches!

Rules… The power of rules…

What is their nature? Where does their power come from? How can they systematically cage everything in the heavens and the earth in a web, so that they feel nothing and follow it with care?

It has to be said that Grimm has run east and west over the years, stolen a lot of things, but he still lacks kung fu in his understanding and control of the law of the opposite.

All power driven to the extreme will be transformed into some alien rule, which is the most reliable and powerful weapon of the wizards!

With all the dark red wizards, with a vast army of magic, Grimm and others followed the Grade 3 resentment witch straight into a square in the southeast corner of the city.

Here, at the center of the square, a tall, 20-metre-wide optical gate has unfolded, overflowing with strong spatial fluctuations.

At the other end of the square, witch teams from other factions are waiting silently for an evacuation order.

Seriously, they are here to help the Dead Witches with a 'small favor', without necessarily undermining their elite position on such a harsh battlefield.

By this moment, the war in the face has moved out of the realm of secular warfare, almost to the stage of the death of the bayonet. Above such a terrible battlefield, there are ashes below step 3, and even step 3 dares not say that it will guarantee immortality.

So, as allies, they've been merciful!

The next scene of real life and death requires the Dead Witches to go up!

And they, better get out of this terrible battlefield early.

Above the city of Dead Water, the dark red sky is like a heavenly dome bleeding and depressed with dullness.

Outside the city just to the south, the crackling sound of heaven and earth was accompanied by a strong shock, causing the whole city of dead water to be activated by Cerser. Heavy and violent lightning chains swept past, illuminating most of the sky and shaking the barrier of elements that were clamped over the city of Dead Water.

The war witch tower, which rises in the middle of the city of Dead Water, rises a huge magical light column that sustains the existence of an elemental barrier. Five miles apart, it also excites a wave of magic like the sea to project outside the distant city.

Obstructed by elevated walls and layers of elemental barriers, no one can actually see how the war is going out of town. But only from afar can you see that the battle has reached an incredible level of intensity with the cries and roars of the mountains falling into the sea!

As the portal was opened, the witches began to arrange for the formation and returned to the world of witches through the optical gate in an orderly fashion. Grimm stood beside the Gate, waiting for the Legion of Magic to slowly pass through the Gate, looking remotely at the distant battlefield.

This is not his battlefield, nor a war he can intervene in!

Feeling that fierce crash of destruction, Grimm couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed and disturbed.

Throughout this time, I have underestimated three major sorcerer organizations!

Unlike the central part of the continent, the silver alliance and the Northern Witch may have a very ordinary power, but their power to hide beneath the water is terrifying.

The witches of death that I have learned through some intelligence organizations are only 2—3 fourth-order witches on the bright side. But on the battlefield today, there are as many as six sights of a fourth-level witch alone.

Once this hidden strength has gathered into the world of witches, it will probably be enough to change the power pattern in the middle of the continent.

And if the Dead Witches can hide their high-ranking power in a subordinate position, will the Witches of other factions be as weak as they appear? Apart from the fact that the Destiny Witch and the Rin Winter Witch have just been revived and have not built up enough hard power, I'm afraid other witch factions are just pretending to eat tigers as pigs.

This is the case with the Northern Witches, so what will the Silver Union and the Wizards' Association look like?

The three major sorcerer organizations have been able to confront and stall for thousands of years, and I'm afraid they all have a great deal to do with the hidden power behind them!

Without being able to swallow each other, and standing behind each other's organization as a nine-ranking great wizard, I'm afraid none of the forces dare to take the lead in initiating the war.

While Grimm was silently thinking, a loud crack of heaven and earth came from above his head.

Grim looked up in horror.

Pull!!!

With a burst of cloth tearing through the eardrum, a large mouth was ripped out of the high heavenly dome, and a huge, dazzling beast's head drilled in, sending a deafening roar towards the city of Dead Water beneath him.

“Damn little bugs, just wait here to die...”

Boom!

Even the entire surface space became a little unstable as the heavens and the earth swayed for a while.

Two pieces of metal that were about to pass through the portal were encountering this space oscillation, and the space was squeezed and cracked like a broken mirror. The ripples of ruptured space swept away, the first two magic pieces were silently cut into countless pieces, and the floor fell.

Even if they are built with what is known as the toughest ferrous alloy, spatial ripples are still as fragile as tofu.

Faced with an appalling scene, Grim and all the witches, who had not cast a glance at the pieces of magic, raised their heads and stared at the horrible beast trying to squeeze into Johnson's position.

With its insane tearing and support, space fractures, originally only hundreds of metres in size, have spread to thousands of metres. Eyes on, the Orc with the golden body, besides the head, squeezed even the shoulders and arms into one.

“Yes… it is the god of the beast, Arug… Gallon! ”