Age of Adepts

The flames of anger are everywhere, and the god of fire comes to the world!

When Greem turned into a tall fiery figure, and walked through the underground palace in the middle of the mountain with Emelia in his arms, flames appeared and flew everywhere he went.

Not to mention the ordinary magic spores, even those terrifying fungal giants and swamp creatures up to level 2 and 3 can't survive more than ten fingers in the burning domain.

For a moment, Greem walked past, leaving behind a strange and distorted scorched black body. From the traces left on them, we can see how painful and desperate they were before they died.

This is the holy land and secret land that the magic spores have arranged for hundreds of years. There are almost everywhere hidden swamp creatures infected by the magic spores, and there are dangerous and terrifying magic traps almost everywhere... But all of this, in the In Greem's eyes, they were all so insignificant.

As Greem moved forward, he kept scanning everything around him with the chip.

Secret passages, dark rooms, ground fissures, traps, traps, ambushes... everything can't be hidden from Greem's eyes. And his way of dealing with all this is so simple and rude!

Flames, rockets, fireballs... all forms of fire witchcraft are ready to go.

In the face of such disparity in power, any conspiracy, calculation, strategy and tactics are just floating clouds, just push it with flames!

The nearly 30-meter winding stone path in front of him was densely covered with magic traps. Greem's eyes were blood-red in the energy radiance that was eager to try, and he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

A wave of fire surged past, all the magic traps were triggered in advance, and a series of huge roars and terrible elemental explosions erupted. However, except for blowing up the winding stone path into a honeycomb, it didn't hurt Greem at all.

After walking forward for a few meters, there was a narrow corridor in front of it, barely enough for a giant fungus to bend over and squeeze through. On the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, energy radiance flickered faintly.

Greem focused his eyes together, increased the penetrating strength of the chip, and immediately saw through the one-meter-thick stone wall, and also saw densely packed red figures lurking behind the secret doors on both sides of the stone wall.

Greem snorted coldly, paused with the witch staff in his left hand, and the burning domain immediately extended into the stone wall. In less than three or five fingers, the lurkers inside the door screamed and screamed, and the two secret doors were also burned red.

"Attack...attack...rush out and attack..."

There seemed to be a leader inside the red figure, who roared and gave orders.

The secret doors on both sides were divided to the left and right, and the lurker who was burning miserably inside was going to rush out to fight Greem.

It's a pity that the death trap they set up for Greem now framed them inside.

Due to the closed terrain and the narrow passage, the lurkers scrambling to rush out crowded inside the passage, forming a formation at all. Greem took this opportunity to block their way with three flaming demon walls, and then casually summoned a flaming storm and threw it at the place where the life energy reacted the most.

The flames flew, and the waves of fire scorched people.

The sound of burning the body has never stopped, and the screams and wailings are one after another, and they resound together.

However, the more enemies are burned, not only can't smell the pungent burnt smell in the past, but can smell the extremely strong smell of vegetation. Dots of green brilliance continuously emanated from the dead and scorched body of the lurker, making people feel refreshed and refreshed after sniffing.

Plant-based element particles are indeed the most docile magic particles in the world.

Even a fire witch like Greem would feel refreshed and happy after inhaling such rich plant-based element particles. As for Emelia, who was lying in Greem's arms, after absorbing a large amount of these elemental particles, her head that was about to burst was relieved a lot.

The fire wall blocked the way, the flame storm cleared the field, and then opened the way with a few bursting fireballs...

Such a simple and rude way of propulsion, but once coupled with Greem's extraordinary fire strength and pre-emptive mental perception, it is so incomprehensible and so hopeless!

Waves of lurkers rushed out from the hiding place, and before they could gather around, the flame witchcraft that Greem held in his hands had already descended on them.

It doesn't even need to be blessed with flame penetration and flame enhancement. The basic damage value of these flame witchcraft alone is enough to wipe out all enemies with ulterior motives.

Even when passing through some special secret passages and dark rooms, Greem would use a fireball to blow open the door under Emelia's reminder, and then throw a ball of flames in, and the world would be clean.

Greem was like a naughty boy carrying a pot of boiling water looking for ant nests. The enemy's so-called ambush, the enemy's so-called trap, and the enemy's so-called counterattack are all so weak and powerless in his eyes...

And he just needs to vent!

"Master Patriarch, this doesn't seem to be in line with our previous plan, right? Shouldn't we give priority to destroying and controlling the magic spore center in the Holy Land? We are moving so slowly now, in case Farnson gets the news and then sends it back ..." Although Emelia had a splitting headache, she still quickly discovered the problem.

In fact, there is no need to wipe out these secret land lurkers and holy land guards one by one. It is the most important thing to directly break into the magic spore center and control the most important magic spore seed in the holy land. But now, Greem seemed to have enough time and confidence. Not only did he not show any signs of anxiety, but he began to 'play' with these guards with great interest.

This... really made her a little puzzled!

However, the head of the family has the prestige of a legendary fire witch, so how could he make such a cheap mistake. Therefore, Emelia could only ask gently, but did not dare to have the slightest doubt.

Greem smiled lightly, and a sly look appeared on his condensed face.

"I did it on purpose to be so slow..."

"Then you..."

"That's right, I'm just waiting for that Faensen to teleport back... Emelia, if this opportunity is good, maybe even your family's revenge can be avenged!"

Emelia took a deep breath, her pretty face was full of disbelief.

Although she led Greem to invade the wetland swamp and the magic spore holy land with all her heart this time, she never expected to get rid of that Faensen. Not for anything else, but out of awe of the fourth-order powerhouse!

It is difficult to appreciate and comprehend the power of Tier 4 creatures without going out.

Only by living in a high-level plane like the wizarding world, can one understand the power of a powerful creature called a 'half-god' at level 4 in a deeper way!

Take the present as an example, the Demon Spores have worked hard in this holy place for hundreds of years before they created an indestructible and terrifying place of death full of traps. However, once there is no fourth-order biological host, the holy land is invaded by Greem, and the resulting war scenes are not like battles, but like massacres.

The terrifying strength gap between Tier 3 and Tier 4 cannot be bridged by this little amount!

What's more, it was not someone else who invaded the Holy Land this time, but Greem, who could be called a hard hand among the fourth-order powerhouses. With this addition and subtraction, it is conceivable that the Magic Spore Holy Land will suffer this kind of ordeal.

In the face of another 4th rank, even if that Faensen is not good at combat power, Greem must have a certain degree of certainty if he dares to say such words. Based on Emelia's understanding of the legendary patriarch, the other party has never uttered any big words that cannot be paid.

Therefore, Emelia, who was worried, closed her mouth, and began to silently think about the possible hole cards in the owner's hand. With her intelligence, she quickly noticed some clues.

The previous positioning witch formation was particularly difficult to operate. With the strength of the head of the family, but it was only a thousand miles away, why did it seem so difficult and dangerous to teleport over.

If the Patriarch had just teleported from the Anglosh ogre camp normally, it wouldn't have nearly crushed the witch formation. From this, it is speculated that with the help of the positioning wizard array, the Patriarch probably brought some helper from the wizarding world.

Could it be that Lady Mary is here?

Thinking of this, Emelia couldn't help sticking her head out of Greem's arms, and quietly swept towards those hidden corners in the deep cave, hoping to find the other's trace.

This is also why Greem did a great job of keeping secrets. She didn't even know about the existence of Shadow Demon. Therefore, it was impossible to discover that at some point, Greem's back had already lurked a terrifying 'killer' unimaginable by ordinary people!

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Spore Hall.

This is the core and most important place in the depths of the magic pod cave.

In a huge water-soluble cave, a strange tall magic pod stands tall, almost occupying nearly half of the space in the cave. And many spore people gathered around the big tree, seeming to be busy with something.

The roots and feet of this strange magic pod didn't penetrate the soil, but were buried in a mountain of bones. And the main trunk exposed to the outside is more than ten meters thick, and dozens of thick branches and leaves are separated from it. The green leaf at the end of the branch curled into a strange mouth, and sharp sawtooth and terrible slime could even be seen on the edge.

And those busy spore men drove away the swamp creatures whose minds were controlled by the magic spores, making them lie obediently at the feet of the magic pods.

At this time, the magic pod will stretch out its thick and long vine roots, wrap up these swamp creatures and throw them into the air. And those magic pods that looked like green mouths scrambled to open their big mouths, frantically tearing and devouring the flesh and blood of their prey.

Every time after a full meal, the dozens of terrifying giant mouths on the torso of the magic pod would belch comfortably, then hang down the branches lazily, and close their eyes for a short rest.

However, today, as a powerful enemy broke into the magic pod cave, the magic pod also became restless.