Age of Adepts

The troll commander abruptly fell silent when he saw the enemy appear in response to his challenge.

Countless violet silhouettes stood in silence in the crude camp fifty meters away. They quietly watched the battlefield with seemingly no intention of backing up their leader.

The troll commander stood between two bonfires, slowly stretching his body.

He took off the hide that draped over one of his shoulders and revealed his toned physique and the countless scars that covered his body. He was only wearing short, tight leather pants now. His agile and refined muscles moved as his joints cracked in preparation.

Apart from the scars that told the glory of his battles, his body was also covered with all sorts of strange, colorful patterns. These were unusual tattoos composed of bright winding lines and mysterious runes.

When the troll commander moved his body and his muscles trembled, a strange magical power lingered around him. The source of the power appeared to be those peculiar tattoos.

Compared to the three-meter-tall troll commander, Mary appeared somewhat petite, even though she was 1.8 meters tall.

Mary appeared between the trees and stepped lightly on the black earth. She now stood before the troll commander, as elegant and seductive as she had always been.

The reason for this was the tremendous difference in overall power between the two of them.

This overall power referred not only to their individual grades, but also their bodily attributes, techniques, bloodline talents, and equipment.

In this regard, the troll commander was far from qualified. Only his combat techniques and bodily attributes could barely be regarded as those of a Third Grade.

In Mary’s opinion, this troll commander had the Strength of a Second Grade, the Physique of a Third Grade, and the Agility and Spirit of a First Grade. Meanwhile, his techniques were composed solely of close combat attacks.

These techniques might have been effective against opponents with no supernatural powers. However, against Mary, who possessed extraordinary Agility and unusual blood magic, it was no different than trying to have a boar catch a monkey. The troll commander was led around by the nose and remained helpless in the situation.

He erupted with his full strength three times and failed to injure Mary at all. On the contrary, he had only made his wounds even more severe. It caused the troll commander to be increasingly insane and wild in his strikes.

He panted like a clumsy boar chasing after an illusory image. A stinging pain would suddenly appear somewhere on his body, and another gash would be inflicted on him.

A light cloud of blood energy would linger on the wounds inflicted by Stinger.

Even with a troll’s impressive regenerative abilities, these wounds would not heal by themselves if they didn’t dispel the foreign energy first.

After thirty minutes of fighting, the troll commander had only managed to leave a light cut on Mary by using all of his power in a single instant. Meanwhile, he was already covered in blood, making for a horrifying sight.

The troll commander’s anger was at its limits!

His blood aura had bubbled to a peak, and even his roars left visible ripples in the air itself.

Finally, he let out an earthshaking battlecry and pointed his spear at the sky. A ferocious bolt of golden lightning blasted down from above, landing right on the spear’s tip.

Lightning howled as sparks filled the air.

The blinding flashes of electricity enveloped the troll commander and activated the strange magical patterns on his body. All the designs lit up at the same moment, illuminating him and making him appear as a terrifying demon god shrouded in destructive, apocalyptic thunder.

The trolls watching in the camp fell to their knees and prayed with all their being, welcoming the descent of the great will.

Mary originally had confidence in assaulting the troll commander while he was caught up in this ritual of his.

However, her body was paralyzed by these wandering currents of golden electricity when she approached. If she had not retreated the moment she realized this, the lightning storm that came after would have inflicted terrifying damage.

Dammit! Just as she expected, the summoning ritual couldn’t be interrupted.

Mary grumbled angrily and backed up a hundred meters away, watching the troll commander’s transformation in silence.

The golden lightning roamed all over the troll commander’s body. Where it traveled, what remained of the blood energy on his wounds were devoured without a trace. His damaged body was also quickly healing under the effects of the powerful energy. All of the wounds closed and recovered at a visible pace.

The troll commander’s muscle swelled again, and his bones stretched, turning him from three meters tall to five meters tall. He was like a terrifying demon god clad in lightning armor, with enough might to shake the earth with a single wave of his hand.

The troll commander lifted his head and roared, releasing the limitless power within his body.

Once his body had finished transforming, he looked down. His two glowing eyes were fixed on Mary.

As savage and cruel as Mary was, she couldn’t help but feel her heart tremble when the troll stared at her. The raging battle will in her heart stalled for a brief instant.

The Feathered God?

Or just a weak consciousness from the Feathered God?

As expected of a native totem god from a lower plane. It couldn’t even tell that it had stepped into a trap. Should she say that only the brave or the ignorant were fearless?

Mary silently mumbled in her mind. An unnoticeable expression of cruelty and amusement finally appeared on her face.

I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.