Chapter 1163 - The Feathered Serpent and the Heir of the Plane
Chapter 1163 The Feathered Serpent and the Heir of the Plane
“I found it.”
Isa suddenly shouted in joy.
However, before she could raise her hand and point in the direction of the troll empire, an incredibly thick blast of lightning fell from the sky, crashing furiously towards her frail and slender body.
“Divine lightning!”
Mary screamed and lifted one hand. Endless blood energy surged from her body, turning into a crimson barrier shielding Isa from above. The golden lightning clashed with the ruby barrier, causing countless sparks of electricity to crackle outwards. Even space itself began to distort from the intense energy.
“Hurry up and dodge!” Mary kept up the shield with all she had and shouted at Isa.
Isa finally came to her senses and backed away from the reach of the golden lightning with Soros.
“Master, it’s a Feathered Serpent!” Blood Elf Isa replied with certainty. “This voodoo doctor visited the troll empire once when he was thirteen. He personally witnessed the Feathered God descend during a major ritual sacrifice. According to his memory, the trolls worship a giant Feathered Serpent.”
“A Feathered Serpent.” Mary couldn’t help but brood in silence.
The Feathered Serpent was not an unfamiliar name for the adepts.
Feathered Serpents were a type of serpent that grew wings!
They had the scales and body of a serpent, as well as the head and tail. However, they had a pair of feathered wings on their backs. These wings couldn’t let them fly too high. They only allowed them to glide quickly at lower altitudes.
Feathered Serpents were often mistaken as dragons in many planes, becoming a source of fear for many lower creatures.
Most Feathered Serpents possessed the lightning attribute, but some variants spat fire or ice.
Given all the information provided, Mary deduced that the Feathered God worshipped by the troll kingdom was a peak Fourth Grade Lightning Feathered Serpent.
Of course, this was a Feathered Serpent enhanced with the totemic faith of the trolls.
If Mary and the vampires could cut off the effects of this faith, the Feathered Serpent would fall to its actual grade level. That said, no one knew what the serpent’s exact grade was!
After all, only the higher-ups of the troll empire knew the true form of the Feathered God. Voodoo doctors in border tribes like these were lucky to witness the Feathered God even once in their lives.
The opponent was certainly powerful, but Mary and her vampires were not weak either.
They were backed by the Crimson Clan, along with the adepts’ deep and powerful magic system.
If they were willing to think things through, they had plenty of methods to deal with the false god of a lesser plane’s primal kingdom.
However, it didn’t matter what kind of faith the trolls held. Cutting down on the foundations of their faith was a necessity!
Thus, Mary gave an order, and the vampires disappeared into the woods, hurrying towards the closest troll tribe.
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World of Adepts, Northern Lands.
The Tower of Fate.
An exceptionally grand astrology ceremony had just concluded. The upper levels of the Tower of Fate glimmered with starlight, illuminating the desolate wastes of Dragonblight.
Many powerful magical creatures in Dragonblight were hiding and secretly absorbing the strange energy radiating from the Tower of Fate to further their mutations and evolutions.
A large group of astrology apprentices walked out of the hall in an orderly fashion under the lead of several Fate Witches.
The hall slowly returned to silence.
Alice stood in the center of the hall. She had her back against the entrance as her hands waved and guided the star power onto the astrology platform. The starlight slowly gathered and formed into a beautiful, naked woman.
Once the woman’s body had been created, Alice took out a soul-gathering crystal and blew on it. The faint figure of a human girl flew out from the crystal, quickly entering the beautiful body formed out of starlight.
Once ‘her’ soul and body merged, an incomparably bright pillar of light shone from her body, completely lighting up the hall and even Dragonblight itself.
An overwhelming surge of Fate power cut across space and entered the body of the girl.
The next moment, her pretty eyelashes moved as she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment the girl opened her eyes, the entire World of Adepts could feel an overwhelming pulse of Fate power and the instinctual joy that emanated from the very core of the planar consciousness.
The world trembled as several unusual law ripples spread across space.
Powerful adepts that had mastered different laws couldn’t help but push open their windows and their doors. They silently observed and sensed this unusual energy aura.
The Heir of a Plane…what was this? Since when did an heir appear in the World of Adepts?
Was a revolution about to come?
For a moment, the adepts couldn’t help but murmur and talk amongst themselves. No one was sure of what had happened!