The Wizarding Age

"You broke into this place because of the sobriety pendant..."

Nature Guardian Remulos said solemnly.

Although it woke up a little late, it still woke up after all.

This is actually not difficult to guess.

If Greem was dragging the black spring water to this moment of its return.

But understanding this will not help solve the problem at hand. The contradiction between the two sides is sharp and irreconcilable. There is no other way but to fight in a bloody battle.

From the moment he set foot in the Temple of Nature, the natural power of the entire space began to flow slowly, undulating with Remulos' happiness and anger. The natural divine realm that enveloped the entire forest also began to show eye-catching changes. Groups of sacred creatures catalyzed by divine power silently surrounded the place.

"Now that you're here, stay forever!" Remulos, who holds the rank of 'Natural Guardian', shouted violently. Immediately, the green rippling natural power turned into thunder in the sky, and he struck down violently and decisively, aiming directly at the target. Grim.

Greem raised his right hand high, and a cluster of purple fire loomed, amidst the thousands of thunder and lightning, it was like a weak candle in the storm, and it seemed that it would be extinguished in the next second. But what makes people feel weird is that the insignificant cluster of purple fire is like a bottomless pit, remaining motionless no matter how violently thousands of thunders crackle and flash.

On the contrary, as more and more thunder was devoured, the purple fire also tended to expand and grow little by little.

As dazzling as blindness, the thundering silvery white lightning slowly dissipated.

The purple fire held by Greem's right hand has also changed from the size of the fingertips at the beginning to the size of a human head. It is surrounded by flames and steaming purple gas, giving it an unfathomable and strange appearance.

"Magic flame with regular properties..." Demigod Remulos took a breath and hissed: "You are indeed not an ordinary demigod! Tell me, who are you?"

Greem said with a smile: "No nonsense! I will tell you after you die..."

Without waiting for a reply, Greem used his right arm to throw the concussive purple fire at the opponent.

For this kind of magical flame with regular characteristics, even the demigod Remulos didn't dare to take on it without knowing what it was about. It connected its four hooves and retreated ten meters at a high speed. While dodging, it waved the magic staff in its hand, and strange invisible ripples silently struck Greem.

Just as Greem was about to dodge, a strange and mysterious thunder fell from the sky and struck him straight on the forehead. The dazzling thunderballs flowed and splashed wantonly, and the terrifying paralysis made him lose control of his entire body in an instant. He could only stay in place and let the invisible ripples roll by.

Damn it, it’s ‘Paralyzing Lightning’…

Greem felt bad.

In this place filled with natural divine power, all kinds of natural magic are generated so quickly and without trace that even the chip cannot capture them in advance. This also allowed the 'Paralyzing Lightning' sneak attack to succeed, and Greem was instantly controlled in place.

Facing the strange ripples coming silently, Greem had already discerned its origin.

‘Space strangulation’!

This is a typical space magic that uses the folding and rupture of local space to strangle all living things. If any plane creature is touched by the folds of space, the flesh and blood cells in the entire body will quickly crack and disintegrate, and no bones will remain.

Even with a demigod's physique, if he wanted to withstand such a large-scale 'space strangulation', he would have to vomit three liters of blood and suffer severe damage to his vitality. And this kind of magic is obviously not something that the natural Remulos can inspire. It can only come from the semi-artifact 'Ancient Guardian Cane' in his hand!

Sure enough, as I am, I will definitely leave some life-saving things for the Son of God...

Grim complained silently while temporarily handing over control of his body to the chip.

The next second, at the moment when the ripples in space could touch the clothes on his body, the fire burst out and Greem teleported out in time.

Flame teleportation!

This is also one of the few life-saving methods in his flame series.

On the other side, Remulos, who originally thought he had escaped the purple fire attack, screamed repeatedly, and was burned by the sudden burst of flames. No matter how it struggles and beats, the little bits of purple fire are as tenacious as nails nailed there, never extinguished, and even have a weird trend of continuous patches.

"Damn, what kind of annoying rule feature is this?" Remulos tried several times but couldn't put out the purple fire. He could only endure the pain of the burning flames and attack Greem crazily.

Relying on the micro-control of the chip, Greem narrowly avoided the 'space strangulation'. As soon as his body emerged from another place, countless thorns and vines wrapped around him, once again. Trapped in place.

"It's really annoying to fight these children of nature. They will be controlled at every turn..." Greem sighed secretly and had to borrow a little power from his main body.

Greem opened his mouth wide, and a stream of red and hot flames rushed towards the thorny vines emerging from the ground. As soon as the two sides came into contact, the latter instantly turned into ashes, and Greem regained his freedom.

"Asshole, you forced me to do this..."

Seeing that Grim was unable to be controlled by various methods, the demigod Remulos roared angrily, and with his free left hand, he suddenly pulled off the mysterious emerald gem from his neck.

The surface of the blue gemstone was filled with brilliance, and the countless finely polished miniature mirrors reflected Greem's tall and majestic body. The next second, a strong feeling of sleep hit Greem's heart. He who had been majestic and full of fighting spirit before tilted his neck, snored like thunder, and fell asleep on the spot.

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, the demigod Remulos endured the severe pain of his injured hoof and ran over, raising his hard and thick cane like a giant wooden stick high up and smashing it down on Grimm's head.

There was a loud bang that shook the earth.

The cane hit the floor of the temple, and the stone slabs of several meters in radius were instantly shattered, and the ground also sank into a pit of nearly half a meter. Grimm, who should have been shattered with the stone slabs, strangely moved seven meters sideways, just avoiding the unstoppable cane bombardment.

The demigod Remulos looked up in horror, and through the scattered smoke and dust, he saw Grimm standing on the edge of the pit, his head tilted, snoring as usual, and it seemed that he had not escaped from the dream.

It was strange, his soul was imprisoned by the dream stone, how did he control his body to avoid the attack?

The demigod Remulos didn't have time to think about it. He pulled out his cane from the ground, jumped up again, and rushed to the side of the sleeping Grimm. His thick palm-leaf fan-like hand suddenly swung at the other's head.

With its terrifying power of 47 points, Remulos was confident that he could slap a mountain of iron into a piece of iron with one palm. However, while swinging, it also kept a little attention and stared at Grimm, who was snoring like thunder, to see how he avoided its attack.

Sure enough, when the giant palm and the evil wind just touched the other's body, the sleeping Grimm did not move his upper body, and his legs retreated strangely, once again dodging the opponent's giant palm swing.

A sharp wind whistled.

Remulos's wooden palm like a palm-leaf fan almost brushed the tip of Grimm's nose and swung past. Although the attack was fierce, it did not hurt the other party at all.

"What's going on? It's a bit weird..." Remulos screamed in horror.

It could clearly sense that Grimm's soul had been dragged into the dream by the power of the dream stone and was struggling hard inside. But his body without the control of the soul seemed to still be conscious, and he could even escape the pursuit of the demigod.

This...

This is too incredible!

How could Remulos know that it was not his own soul consciousness that was controlling Grimm's body at this moment, but the chip that had accompanied him throughout his life.

Five seconds passed in a flash...

Grimm, who had been controlled for five seconds, finally broke free from the dream, and his consciousness returned to his body. He instantly understood what had happened before.

Damn, what kind of weird treasure is this, which can make the soul consciousness of a demigod fall asleep for five seconds instantly... If I didn't have the protection of the chip, wouldn't I have been killed directly in my sleep just now?

Grimm, who understood it instantly, broke out in a cold sweat and dared not be careless anymore.

Grimm roared, and flames swirled around him. Countless terrifying flames gushed out of his body, drowning him in the sea of ​​​​hot and boiling lava.

Woo...

A super terrifying fire giant rose from the ground. His huge body was imprisoned in the temple space and could not stretch as much as he wanted. He could only roar and turn into a series of world-destroying flames and rushed towards the guardian of nature.

"Fire...Flame...Lord...Lord?" The demigod Remulos was shocked. He really didn't expect that the other party would summon a terrifying Lord of Fire after his transformation.

This level of fire creature in the world of gods is at least a fire god...

How is this possible?

The demigod Remulos was terrified and shrank...

It is just a fifth-level demigod, how can it compete with a real fire god?

It must be said that it has been kneeling and worshipping before the gods all its life, and it has an inexplicable fear and obedience to the awe-inspiring divine power brought by the gap in status.

As soon as Remulos felt the pressure of the godhead that covered the sky and the earth, his legs trembled, his hooves went limp, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

Looking at the demigod who was completely shocked by the "authority" of the flame, Grimm knew that he would not have much time to connect with his main body, and he had to race against time to complete what he wanted to do.

Grimm controlled his molten body and slapped it like the other party.

Grimm's main body was a thousand meters high, and his palm was tens of meters in radius. If he slapped it, the demigod Remulos would definitely be turned into dust in an instant, and there would be no flesh and blood.

However, at the moment when the giant palm of fire was about to endanger Remulos' life, the "Ancient Guardian Staff" held in its right hand suddenly burst into a dazzling green divine light.

A surging and mighty will of the ancient god was projected from a distance, staring coldly at Grimm's soul.

"Who are you? Why do you want to hurt my son?"

The will of the ancient god was as strong as a mountain and as surging as the sea. Even though there were countless layers of interface space between them, the awe-inspiring divine power still made people tremble with fear.

Damn it, this guy really has a backer behind him, he can't be killed...

Grimm didn't dare to neglect it. He changed his giant flaming palm from slapping to sweeping, and swept the demigod Remulos out. Countless flames swept through the void, grabbing those items he had long locked and favored, and burned through the plane barrier with his human body, and instantly escaped back to the fire element plane...