Chapter 643
A Third Grade elven god messenger?
Having overcome her initial panic, Uzzah finally regained her calm in the face of these new enemies. The unique arrogance and overbearing aura of a Third Grade dark witch finally started to show.
Even though all elven god messengers were backed by a powerful deity, the display of their power was still entirely reliant on the skills of the messengers themselves as long as the god couldn’t personally enter this plane. If the elven god messenger were well-trained, then the power that the deity could exert using their body would be that much stronger. However, if the god messenger had poor foundations, then there were strict limits on the power that the god could unleash, even if they were to descend as an avatar.
On the other hand, the witches had never seen the combat professions of Faen as their equals.
The essential power of the fighters of Faen was substantial. Many of them also possessed fairly powerful innate abilities. However, they were too inferior to the otherworldly witches when it came to battle will and means of murder.
The witches of the World of Adepts were like veteran soldiers that had traversed hundreds of corpse mountains and oceans of blood, while the combat professions of Faen were so pure that they were like rookies that had just set foot on the battlefield. Their courage was commendable, and their spirits were high, but this was merely foolishness and ignorance in the eyes of the witches.
The elven army before them seemed powerful and intimidating. However, upon close inspection, one would find that the only one in the army that could threaten Uzzah was that Third Grade elven god messenger. The other elves were either First Grade or Second Grade. This army could hardly be called an elite corps of the elven kingdom.
With this understanding in mind, the previously concerned Uzzah immediately calmed down.
In exchange, he ended up terribly wounded and on the edge of death as well!
If it wasn’t for the stockpile of rare magical herbs and potions that Greem owned, his wounds might have been challenging to treat.
It was precisely because of how straightforward and honest Zacha was that Greem didn’t dare to let him out any longer for this fight. He could only have him stay by Alice’s side. This way, he could ensure Alice’s safety while also making sure that Zacha didn’t get injured any further due to his straightforward nature!
Having given his orders to Zacha, Greem looked around the deck. He silently used his authority to send the magical machines closer to the Crimson adepts and the Fate Witches. It was only once he had arranged everything that he roared and transformed into a towering and wicked Flame Fiend. The Flame Fiend of Terror also appeared by his side at the same time.
The two five-meter tall Flame Fiends emerged simultaneously upon the deck, instantly drawing the attention of the elves chasing behind the flying ship.
The two flame humanoids walked toward the stern with heavy steps under the horrified gazes of the elves. They raised their arms upon stopping and worked together to cast a fearsome Flame Pillar that engulfed the entire area.
A thick pillar of fire that connected the heaven and earth appeared, with the flying ship at its very center. Frightening flame shockwaves then blasted outward in every direction.
These flame shockwaves had reached a basic attack power of one hundred and ninety points.
TIt was already severe damage beyond the limitations of most First Grade elves!
The pitiful cries and painful grunts of the elves rang out in the skies.
Some of the weaker elves even caught fire.
“Dammit, we can’t let these two flame beings continue their reckless attacks.” A few Second Grade elves in the elven army mumbled and quickly responded.
Three elven deadshots stood tall upon the back of their hippogryphs. Their bodies were as still as a mountain while they drew the elven longbows in their hands into a full moon. They uttered low grunts as a tide of arrows spilled out from the fingertips of these three elven deadshots. These arrows shot toward the energy forcefield like flashes of lightning.
Even though there were only three elven deadshots, they had used their terrifying attack speed to replicate the might of a hundred-men archer squad forcibly.
The dense explosion of enchanted arrows concentrated incredible force in a small arrow of no more than one meter. It instantly shattered the thin energy forcefield.
The next second, the elves that had been lying in wait braved the impact of the energy storm and charged up onto the deck of the flying ship!