Chapter 647
There were no signs of battle in the skies, and it was hard to see anything happening either.
However, every dozen seconds, a deafening explosion or roar would ring out from the cloud layers high above. It was also quickly followed by a strange climate phenomenon in the form of swirling clouds or shifting winds.
Nobody knew when, but the moon in the sky also started turning a sinister crimson red. Billowing, inky clouds gathered around the moon, almost as if trying to devour it in a single bite.
Greem furrowed his brows and took a closer look. All sorts of feelings of impending danger arose in his heart.
Inside his mind, the Chip was also working at full capacity to keep close surveillance on any abnormality from the skies. Two pillars of light, one green and one black, steadily ebbed and flowed. They represented the abnormal concentration and activity of magical elementium in the skies.
The two pillars of light were maintaining some semblance of balance, but they would occasionally change and tilt in favor of one or the other significantly. Every time the green pillar of light obtained an overwhelming advantage, the moon in the sky would turn chilling and austere, its light radiating for tens of thousands of meters. Every time the black light obtained the advantage, the round moon would grow dim and turn hazy.
However, what concerned Greem was the fact that the green light was slowly crushing the black light after thirty minutes of conflict and battle. It showed signs of growing stronger and stronger.
At this moment, Greem lifted his gaze and looked into the distance. The large round disc of the moon was right before his eyes, the traces and threads of brilliant moonlight falling upon him, causing the circulation of his Spirit and magic power to stall and slow down.
This severely injured dragonborn helped Greem block the speeding enchanted arrows while wickedly glaring at the weapons master reaching near him. Purple and black blood once again flowed out of his wounds from the agitation of his movements.
“Zacha, don’t feel pity for those potions any more! Do you want to die on the battlefield?” Alice loudly reprimanded from a distance.
An expression of pity appeared in Dragonborn Zacha’s four amber eyes upon hearing Alice’s words. He took out a small vial of potion, crushed the mouth of the container and started gulping down its contents.
A refreshing and dense surge of nature power filled the place upon the vial shattering. All the elves couldn’t help but turn to look, their eyes filling up with extreme fury.
“Moonwater.”
“It’s moonwater!”
“These damned blasphemers, they actually have moonwater on them.”
After downing a vial of moonwater, a surge of vast and vigorous life force burst forth from within Zacha’s body. In the blink of an eye, the green light of life flowed all over Zacha’s body, causing his body to appear as good as new. It was no longer as battered and weak as before.
The massive wound on his abdomen also silently closed after the green light rolled past. Blue dragon scales rapidly grew out of his rough skin, once again covering his exposed body.
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
All the elves cursed continuously in the depths of their hearts.
This legendary healing potion that should belong to the elves had instead appeared in the hands of the enemy now. This…how was this supposed to make them feel?!
In that brief moment of shock, the weapons master had engaged with the fully recovered Dragonborn Zacha.
Meanwhile, Wind Adept Deserra, Medusa Dana, Three-Headed Demonhound Unguja, and Poison Hag Endor had gathered around Greem, using all their various abilities to help him intercept that locust storm of magical explosive arrows.
At this moment, a horrifyingly powerful green aura suddenly erupted in the skies above. The Third Grade Dark Witch Uzzah then fell from the sky, screeching as she did so.
However, Uzzah managed to stop herself halfway down.
Uzzah turned and fled without another word as dense black smoke shrouded her body. She vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the Third Grade God Messenger Xenia slowly descended from the skies like a mighty god, wholly shrouded in halos of light.
Even the corner of Xenia’s eyes brimmed with joy and happiness at seeing the Third Grade Dark Witch flee in defeat. Yet, when her gaze fell upon the summoning wormhole in front of Greem that was constantly radiating intense spatial flux, her previous joy was utterly swept away, replaced instead with an indescribable frustration and shock.
“What have you people been doing all this while? We can’t let him summon that otherworldly creature. All of you, charge!”
All the elves betrayed an expression of shame at being reprimanded by the god messenger. Their faces then filled with wild passion as they yelled and threw themselves at Greem.
The remaining magical machines, witches, and adepts on the deck surrounded Greem, forming a tight perimeter and desperately stopping the advance of the elves.
Sadly, the only ones who could stop the Second Grades of the elves were Second Grades of their own.
However, there were clearly fewer Second Grades on Greem’s side compared to the enemy.
The adepts and magical machines of Greem’s side paid a terrible price to stop the Second Grade elves from getting any closer.