Chapter 243
Chapter 243 Shattering the Stalemate
The entire Runeforge Camp was located in the belly of the mountain, which had been emptied to make space for the infrastructure.
Aside from the large halls of the central living and forging areas, almost all of the other areas were just long stone corridors connected with each other. It was undoubtedly a difficult task to find any enemies who had managed to sneak their way into such a complex web of tunnels.
The two local adepts that had followed Greem into the camp didn’t continue moving forward. They stayed in the waste dumping area and used the narrow corridors as a choke point to stall the enemies.
Their presence drew most of the attention of the enemies to the back of the camp. The camp commander wouldn’t alert the radiant knight at the headquarters before the central area was at risk.
And this gave Greem the chance to sneak by!
The tunnels stretching across the entire Runeforge Camp were extremely complex yet connected. This allowed the commander to easily redirect the guards around the areas. However, at this moment, the nature of the tunnels also provided Greem with a great deal of convenience.
Having combined the map provided by Mas with the chip’s high-speed battlefield data collection system, all of the enemies within Greem’s sensory range were marked in his mind. Greem wove through the stone corridors with the help of the chip, using the confusing crossroads and the shadows to avoid the reinforcements and quickly head to the entrance of the camp.
The only ones that were able to survive Greem’s double flame attack were the spellbreaker knights and witcher-knights. They raised the energy shields in their hands and charge at Greem’s side while under the heavy assault of the Flame Shockwave. Their runic swords turned into freezing blades. With a single slash they cut through the Lava Shield.
However, in the small moment where their blades were halted by the Lava Shield, Greem had already managed to summon a Fire Deity with a slight wave of the Fire Lord’s Scepter. It did only one thing when it appeared. Its only job.
Self-destruction!
The self-destruction of the pseudo-adept level Fire Deity instantly brought about annihilating damage to the entire hall.
Every single inch of the stone floor beneath their feet shattered. Even the resilient rock walls had an entire three-finger deep layer shaved off of them by the destructive Flame Shockwave.
The camp guards at the center of the explosion had been instantly vaporized. Not even a fleck of their ashes could be found after the fire. The witcher-knights and spellbreaker knights by Greem’s side fell to the ground and coughed up blood in agony. Greem quickly picked them off as he shot out Explosive Fireballs at each and every one of them.
When the two native adepts walked into the hall, the entire place had already been turned into a horrifying hell of boiling magma and a burning sea of flames. The enemy? Many apologies, but with how weak they were it was hard to find even a speck of their remains!
The only people that could match adepts were spellcasters of the same Grade. Normal humans? They had no chance of ever matching up against the might of adepts!
Meanwhile, the improvement in Greem’s abilities was extremely apparent.
From his initial cautiousness against the spellbreaker knights, to the now reckless and easy slaughter, Greem’s use of fire spells had improved by several levels. He was already starting to develop his own combat pattern and style.
The violence and prominence of fire spells was becoming increasingly obvious!
“Let’s go. It’s time to reap the fruits of our victory!” The Flame Fiend’s body shook slightly. The chaotic flames slowly dissipated and the magma started to solidify as the elegant and mysterious Greem appeared once more.
He nodded at the native adepts and turned towards a corridor by the side of the hall.
This was the central hall of the entire Runeforge Camp. There were many passages that led to different areas from here. And the place Greem headed towards was, naturally, the drafting room where the blueprints and classified documents were stored.
Looking at how easily Greem dealt with the situation, the two adepts couldn’t help but look at each other again, their faces full of frustration and dejection. They were both First Grade spellcasters, but wasn’t the difference in combat power way too large?!
In the past they were only able to feel the prowess of the evil adepts through Diviner Mas’ descriptions. But when the opponent’s terrifying powers were displayed right before their eyes, the massive shock that went right through their bodies and into their souls stomped their past pride and arrogance into the ground.
They might have felt a little better if the opponent was intentionally using his overwhelming prowess to intimidate them. After all, that meant he noticed and cared about how powerful they were! But it was precisely Greem’s nonchalance that caused the two native adepts to feel increasingly upset.
Their existence had been completely ignored!
How were they any different from being Greem’s lackeys?
“You go and check for anything of value in the drafting room! I’ll check about the forging area. We might be able to find some good stuff!” Adept Cobalt held his hand over his heart and spoke, before stumbling into another passage.
Adept Flower shook her head in helplessness and dejection before walking towards the drafting room.