Age of Adepts

Naturally, as someone capable of reaching the Fourth Grade, Mangus was powerful in his own way!

As the weakest person in the party, he typically kept a low and humble profile, rarely ever getting into an argument with anyone. However, when he transformed into a true two-headed adept and both Mangus’ and Cherisha’s consciousnesses were highly blended, an overwhelming and barbaric aura burst forth from their body.

“Come down, you!”

A strange voice that was a mix of both male and female rang out in the air. The two-headed adept’s hands moved together and grabbed at the security tower. The security tower abruptly trembled above them, just a hundred meters in the air. Two strange and massive claw marks mysteriously appeared on its sturdy walls. Pieces of stone and debris fell off from the walls like an avalanche.

Pulled by this unusual force, the security tower was unable to resist any longer against the cooperation of two Fourth Grade adepts. It once again trembled and crashed towards the ground.

While the legendary fire adept and the two-headed adept worked together to take down the security tower, two black dots appeared on the distant horizon, quickly approaching their location.

“Holly, go delay them for fifteen minutes! Two-Heads and I will finish this first,” Greem shouted after he turned back and looked.

Finish a security tower guarded by a Fourth Ring arcanist in fifteen minutes?

Greem took this opportunity to take a deep breath. He then bent forward and spewed forth a golden stream of fire that was one meter in diameter.

These golden flames were endless and scorched the stone exterior of the tower without stopping.

Even the firm steelrock, infused with arcane energy, could not endure this golden fire. The surface of the rock started to dry and crack, before turning red, then scalding hot, and finally softening and turning into molten lava.

A river of red lava flowed down from the walls of the tower. A one-meter wide hole had been charred into the stone and was slowly extending into the inside of the building as the golden flames burned.

The Fourth Ring arcanist, who was witnessing all this through the monitory crystal, was thoroughly shocked. He then redoubled his efforts on piloting the security tower in an attempt to break free from the pin. Even if the tower could not take to the skies, adjusting the tower’s position and preventing the fire giant’s attack from being concentrated on a single area was better than nothing.

However, having seen the hope of success, the two-headed adept would not let him do as he wished!

The previously cowardly and passive two-headed adept was exceedingly brave and barbaric at the moment. They used their own body of flesh and blood to pin down the tower and keep it from moving at all.

The crater grew deeper and deeper. Finally, a loud roaring rang out as the golden flames burned through the tower, sending the heat and fire right inside.

The wild, ferocious golden flames freely surged within the interior of the tower. All things unprotected by arcane power in its path burned and melted from the heat. The tip of the fire melted through countless arcane and metal doors under the guide of Greem’s powerful spiritual consciousness. It wildly reached towards the location of the Fourth Ring arcanist.

Meanwhile, the other arcanists had been turned into screaming human torches from the extreme heat the moment the tower was breached.

So what if you were a Third Ring arcanist?

Against the violent attack of a Fourth Grade legendary fire adept, they could only survive for a few seconds longer than the low-grade arcanists!

They might be royalty to the civilians of the Arcane Empire, enjoying lives more respected and more luxurious than human emperors. Unfortunately, they were still no more than ants before a Fourth Grade adept from another world.

So what if you were a little stronger? You were still an ant!

What could their brilliant minds and unparalleled arcane knowledge count for beneath the might of ferocious adept magic?

Since the security tower had been breached, there was no longer any meaning for the Fourth Ring arcanist to continue hiding inside!

An arcane flux, more powerful than any before, swept across the battlefield.

While this energy paralyzed the two adepts for the briefest of moments, the Fourth Ring arcanist flew out of the tower. He was clad in layer after layer of arcane light as he desperately flew towards the two security towers in the distance. He did not so much as even looked back.

Unfortunately, how could he, having lost all his will to battle, ever escape the grasp of the adepts?!

A large hand reached out from the side and grabbed the Fourth Ring arcanist. A loud voice then started bellowing in wicked laughter.

“Run? Have you asked me for permission yet?”

The next moment, the two-headed adept stuffed the arcanist into their wide mouth and bit down viciously, completely ignoring all the arcane spells that were being shot down its throat.

A strange, muffled sound rang out. The Fourth Ring arcanist’s arcane shields were crushed to pieces, and his neck was forcefully bitten off.

Of course, his attacks came to a silent end.