Chapter 646
High-grade archers were the bane of all casters!
Many experienced adepts have repeatedly emphasized this point in their notes on magic, yet Greem had always treated these recorded cases as examples of ‘once bitten, twice shy’ and had never taken the warnings seriously.
After all, a powerful high-grade archer had never appeared in the World of Adepts.
That was why Greem’s scalp buzzed as he was blasted all over when the six elven deadshots turned into ferocious cannons and rained down a storm of explosive magic arrows at him and the Flame Fiend.
The magical explosive arrows only had an average power of forty to fifty points, but with the aid of such impressive attack speed, their damage easily accumulated to two or three hundred points. Moreover, this kind of terrifying and continuous damage was all focused in a small area of no more than one square meter.
It caused the Lava Shield that Greem and the Flame Fiend were maintaining to be destroyed by the enemy in less than three seconds!
Fortunately, Greem had a powerful bodyguard at his side that didn’t fear low-intensity physical damage.
Seeing the danger of the situation, Tigule drove his Goblin Shredder in front of Greem with a Mechanical Charge and used his large, robust body to block the enemy’s attacks.
Without the support of shadow substance, they were soon incapable of maintaining their stable form. As the severed tentacles quickly dissolved, the dispersed, dense shadow substance corroded the alloy deck beneath it. A large crater appeared on the bridge.
Having broken free of the restraints of the black tentacles, the silver pegasus whinnied and beat its wings in an attempt to return to the skies.
The Dark Witch hiding in the shadows could no longer stand by. She revealed herself from within the shadows and gestured at the silver pegasus that was flapping its wings.
“Get down here.”
With her shout, a strange ebony chain clattered and once again wrapped around the silver pegasus. It tightened and started pulling it down from the skies, along with the elven knight on its back.
A large cluster of black mist spread out and engulfed the elven knight and silver pegasus within it. The next moment, the angered grunt of the elven knight rang out from within the mist, along with a loud explosion of inner power. Even though the mist still obscured the battle, there was no hiding the brilliant elementium light of exploding inner power.
Two silhouettes of different sizes revolved around within the darkness, charging left and right and often mixing into an indistinguishable mess as they tangled with each other.
Fearing something might befall the silver pegasus knight, a weapons master waved his saber and charged into the black mist.
The energy pulses in the depths of the black mist turned increasingly wild!
Second Grade powerhouses could be seen fighting everywhere at the center of the deck. The energy aftershocks that they released into the environment reached above one or two hundred points. It was already a hazardous level for those First Grade witches and elves!
If the energy aftershocks of the battle even scratched their shields or defenses, they would lose all of those defenses even if they managed to survive. If they also happened to be targeted by an opponent of the same grade at that moment, then they would most certainly face death.
That was why the First Grade witches and elves avoided the center of the deck, choosing to fight at the edges of the flying ship.
Poison, curses, arrows, longswords, sabers, nature magic, wind magic…
They utilized every skill that could be of use. Everything was for the sole purpose of rapid slaughter. Both sides had committed all their efforts, swearing to defeat and crush their opponent.
As all this unfolded within the chaotic tide of battle, Greem was putting his all into the struggle against his opponent while also silently observing the skies above.
After all, there were still two Third Grade powerhouses there.
Their victory or defeat was the real and only determining factor of this battle’s outcome of this battle!
As for the efforts and deaths on the deck? Those were no more than the irrelevant frills and background to the actual conflict.