Age of Adepts

Enemies?

An unknown enemy had somehow managed to sneak into her chambers and assaulted her before she realized it.

Such an unbelievable thing had actually happened to her.

The shock and horror at being attacked overwhelmed the Feathered God’s anger. She was at a complete loss at what to do!

In Seawoods, she was the god, the indisputable ruler of the plane.

There had never been a creature bold enough to challenge her authority and might, let alone someone that dared to bare their fangs at her.

The long peace and serenity she enjoyed had turned her into a frog in a well. She had believed herself to be an almighty ruler that could have every being act by her will with a single order!

She could never have known that the adepts classified even actual gods into various tiers. An incomplete being like herself that was only somewhere between a demigod and a true god was no more than a walking source of materials for adepts.

Mary and Vanlier fought side by side in a corner of the divine domain. They were slightly nervous as they observed the battle unfold.

In all honesty, this was the first time in their lives they had ever broken into the kingdom of a ‘god.’ They would be lying to themselves if they said they weren’t nervous.

However, they had already planned for the worst. There were already multiple plans for escape that would sacrifice the other vampires without any hesitation. However, the situation was developing in a direction favorable to them.

The enemy was already at her door, and the Feathered God still remained in her temple, allowing her guards to be slaughtered at will. What was happening? Could she have gone mad? Crazy? Or was there something she couldn’t abandon inside the temple?

Old Vanlier’s eyes rolled around as his mind churned. It was obvious that he was also unnerved by how strangely well the fight was going for them.

Only Remi and his old poison hag appeared to be at ease as they stood behind the two vampires.

Remi already knew about everything the moment Greem’s consciousness arrived at Seawoods plane, due to the connection between their souls. However, Greem had ordered him to keep his mouth shut. So, he had to pretend like he knew nothing.

After an entire day and night of fighting, the one hundred Feathered Serpents finally fell to the wights. After a satisfying feast of blood, Second Grade Blood Elf Mage Isa advanced to Third Grade. She let out a resounding screech of satisfaction when she did so.

As their blood master, Mary had no reason to stop one of her subordinates from advancing to Third Grade.

As her subordinates grew in power, traces of pure blood energy gathered around Mary, causing her powers to grow ever closer to that threshold.

A boiling aura rolled through Mary’s heart, causing her ruby eyes to turn even redder than usual.

Mary beat her delicate leather wings and rose into the air. She pointed at the temple in the distance and shouted.

“The aura of blood! The aura of life. Attack!”

Blood Frenzy.

As Mary worked her magic, all the wights and blood servants lifted their heads and howled. They charged at the temple recklessly. For a moment, silhouettes could be seen everywhere in the divine domain- on the ground, above the tree canopy, and on the cliffs.

Even the vampires with their own wills felt their blood boil. Their fangs protruded more than usual. They flapped their wings and followed after the cannon fodder, quickly advancing towards the temple.

Upon sensing the approach of the wights and vampires, Shadow Demon opened its mouth and sucked all of the shadow substance in the temple into its body. It then silently vanished into the shadows.

The Feathered God was stunned for a moment.

Before she could understand why the mysterious enemy had fled, the tunnels rumbled as an army of strange creatures entered the temple. They swarmed towards her like a constant wave.

Dammit! A mysterious Fourth Grade enemy had already screwed her over! Now, a bunch of weaklings was trying to look for easy pickings while she was weakened.

The enraged Feathered God opened her tattered wings and hovered above the egg. Lightning surged around her as an apocalyptic storm of lightning and thunder instantly reduced the wights and blood servants into ashes.

Such destructive might not only failed to stop the enemy but also only made them rush even faster and ferociously at her. Their crazed breaths, their vicious mouths, and their ugly silhouettes.

The Feathered God beat her wings without any hesitation, unleashing several waves of lightning blasts, exterminating wave after wave of enemies.

Finally, as the cannon fodder started to thin out, the Feathered God saw many pairs of crimson eyes in the darkness. She finally saw the vampires, all smiling wickedly at her.

End of the road!

At this point, there was no longer any turning back. It was a fight to the death!

There was no need for any orders. All of the vampires charged forward, aiding Mary, Soros, Remi, and the old poison witch in their fight against the wholly exhausted Feathered God.