Age of Adepts

"Little guy, I just fought with a golden titan, and you are still so fierce...Your body is not bad!" Servoris attacked Gree with lewd and vicious words while dodging left and right in the fire field. m.

To be honest, even he now has some admiration for this legendary fire witch from the central part of the mainland.

He also witnessed the terrifying power of that golden titan just now.

If the Monash patriarch is willing to join the Wizarding Association, his individual combat power can definitely be ranked among the top five. As for the legendary fire witch Greem, even Servoris was a little confused about his background, and it was difficult to estimate his true strength.

But Servoris dared to pat his chest to assure that Greem's individual combat power was by no means weaker than those three perverts ranked top three in the Wizarding Association. And Severus himself can only be placed in the fourth place!

This also means that this Greem's real combat power is still higher than that of Servoris.

If Greem hadn't been fighting Monash for so long, Servoris would never have jumped out and been used as a gun.

But to his surprise, the legendary fire witch who was at the end of his battle was still so fierce! This made him unable to help but secretly watch, repeatedly scanning the two balls of light that were as bright as small suns in the opponent's body.

An elemental wizard who was born in Scattered Tallinn, had no background, and no support, unexpectedly possessed two super-level witchcraft, and one was the original witchcraft, and the other was the soul weapon. This guy is so messed up that even Servoris, the proud son of the Wizarding Association, can't match him.

Every time he thinks about this, Servoris roars in his heart, screaming...

Damn, why did so many good things fall on this bastard, the plane awareness of the wizarding world is too partial!

But as soon as such a thought floated up in his heart, Servoris couldn't help screaming inwardly.

This is not outside the territory, and the consciousness of the plane is beyond reach. This is the world of wizards, but it is a world ruled by the will of wizards, and in such a world, secretly cursing the consciousness of the plane...

Servoris, who was evading a lava fireball from Greem with his illusory body, felt a sudden pain in his body, and his illusory body, which was nearly half of it, was suddenly knocked back to its original shape.

It was the strands of the law of planes that had infiltrated his body before that unexpectedly fused together, breaking through the shackles of the curse power and starting to stir up trouble. This caused his virtual body to fail!

"Planar consciousness, you bastard..." Servoris' face changed drastically, and before he could use other means to escape, he was hit straight by the lava fireball falling from his head.

The violent and ferocious magic flames flew in all directions, piercing Servoris's thin body full of holes. And the scalding magma wrapped inside the fireball made him laugh at everything.

Like a scorched black-skinned baboon, Servoris snarled and slammed into the depths of the sea of ​​fire. No matter where the pieces of black robe peeled off from his body fell, they would melt everything into a viscous black liquid full of stench and pungent sour taste amidst bursts of strange corrosion sounds.

Pain... Huge pain... Really f*cking pain!

Servoris howled like a wolf for a long time before neutralizing the law of fire that had invaded his body with a massive amount of curse power. However, just after he resolved his internal worries, he felt a sudden stagnation in the sea of ​​fire around him.

Servoris looked back in horror, and what he saw at the entrance was a huge lava palm that almost covered the entire field of vision.

Boom...

With an earth-shattering muffled sound, a giant lava palm fell from the sky, slapping Servoris into the ground below him.

Flames churned and magma billowed above the giant lava palm, quickly scorching the entire earth to black, and even the void became distorted and blurred amid crackling burning.

呲味味味...

A strange sound came out, and large groups of black smoke escaped from the gaps in the giant lava palm, fleeing in all directions as if possessing spiritual wisdom.

A moment later, they regrouped a thousand meters away from the Molten Giant, revealing Servoris's miserable, broken body.

"Bastard... bastard...you dare to destroy my body...I want to curse..."

Cursing Greem furiously, Servoris reached out and grabbed the book of curses from the void.

However, as soon as he got the thick book of curses, he, who was still cursing continuously one moment, stopped abruptly the next moment.

In his hand, the black foreskin, red border, and the book of curses with a long string of twisted and skewed mysterious runes engraved on the cover unexpectedly appeared damaged. Maybe it was because Greem's incarnation of the Molten Giant's ferocious blow just now was too violent, and the unmatched fire law of the Vulcan Orb, wrapped in endless flame energy, actually invaded the body of the Cursed Book.

Visible to the naked eye, scorched marks appeared on the left corner of the cursed book, and individual pages inside even emitted billowing thick smoke, a sign that it was about to be ignited.

"Ah... my book of curses... I will curse you for ten thousand years..."

The Book of Curses is Servoris' soul weapon, and damage to the Book of Curses means damage to his soul. And any damage to the soul should not be underestimated!

Therefore, Servoris no longer dared to do anything recklessly. After roaring and uttering the most vicious curse, his entire body turned into a puff of black smoke and shot into the sky in an instant, and quickly fled to a place outside the battlefield.

Servoris has escaped!

At this moment, there were countless strange voices cursing Servoris secretly in the depths of his heart.

Hiding in the crystal airship above the gravel canyon, Tier 4 Puppet Master Tatas cursed angrily.

"I call you the eighteenth generation of Servoris ancestors, you bastard who only knows how to blow your breath, and you can't even beat a half-stretched central wizard. I... I... I greet all the women in your family..."

The airship commander, who was drenched all over by the puppeteer's spittle, hurriedly bowed cautiously and asked, "My lord, do you think we still need to make a move?"

"Shoot...Shoot a fart! You bastard with a brain in P's eyes, don't you see that the situation is out of control? If that Servoris wins, maybe we can earn a super strong man for nothing , and lure that Greem into the alliance. It's good now, Servoris has run away, what else can we do here? Get ready to go home!" Tatas' anger grew even stronger.

Although the Silver Alliance sent him out to observe the future trend of the central part of the continent, he could also intervene in the battle as a Silver Alliance inspector if necessary. However, he, Tatas, is nothing more than a Tier 4 Puppeteer in the final analysis, and he is still far away from a super powerhouse.

If you really want to rush down and do it...

Tatas looked at the tall molten giant standing proudly at the end of his line of sight, swallowed a bit, and felt that it was difficult for him to even breathe.

At this moment, there was more than one Tatas who sighed like him, and even the leader of the death witch who was hiding in the dark, Kesuna, sighed a little bit.

"My lord, that Greem seems to be on the verge of dying... Do you think?" The third-level witch peered into the distance with a look of excitement and restlessness.

Super strong...Golden Titan...Super-order artifact...The power of the law...

This level of battle is not to say that it is rare in a thousand years, at least it has never been heard of in the hundreds of years of her birth. Others can't see it, but she can feel the breath of the power of the law 'up close'. This kind of honor and enthusiasm makes her eager to 'participate' in it.

She naturally doesn't have the power to participate in this level of battle, but the Kesuna beside her has enough power to change everything.

Rush out... beat these wizards... trample all the losers underfoot...

She thought about it obsessively, and even her whole body couldn't help but feel hot.

But the next moment, her enthusiasm was extinguished by Kesuna's cold eyes.

"Idiot!" Kesuna said coldly, "I went to defeat Greem, then what?"

"Then..." the third-level witch said in astonishment.

Isn't the glory of defeating a super strong enough? That is a super strong man!

"Have you ever considered the consequences of my defeating Greem? What is before us is not a family battle, but a regional war for the control of the central region! If I suppress Greem, it will mean that the land will be scattered." Both the established forces in Tallinn and the new forces represented by Greem will lose."

"Of course Greem wants to return to the Crimson Family and shrink its forces to protect itself. But what will Fried and the others choose? Their own strength is no longer enough to contend with Greem. This has been clearly shown through today's battle .Then what will they do? Either flee, or introduce external forces to balance Greem's threat..."

"Tell me, who will they choose among the three major wizarding organizations?"

Hearing the cold and merciless question from Witch Kesuna, the third-level witch finally woke up a little bit, lowered her head and said in thought: "It can't be us Northland witches. The relationship between our Northland witches and the Santetalin has always been bad. They Even if you are in trouble, you will not ask us for help!"

"The Wizards Association is not very likely! After all, the Wizards Association is a huge organization. It is easy for them to invite gods to send gods away. If the Wizards Association really reaches out with black hands, no matter whether they win or lose in the future, Sandi Tower Forest will have nothing to do with them." Already!"

"In my opinion, they are most likely to ask for help from the Silver Alliance! Those members of the Silver Alliance are all philistines. It seems that it is not impossible to spend more resources and money to hire a super strong person to help... "

After a simple analysis, the level 3 witch's complexion became paler, and she immediately knew that she had just met Meng Lang.

This is not a simple battle for the strong, but a power struggle that can determine the dominance of a Nuoda region. Even this war can affect the growth and decline of the power among the three wizarding organizations, so the high-level executives in all aspects can't wait to be cautious!

And the idea she came up with just now is undoubtedly a rotten idea for the entire Northland witches.

The third-rank witch hurriedly lowered her head, and there was no trace of blood on her face.