Age of Adepts

As the mission approached, Greem started to come into contact with more people and more information on them.

The battle at the frontlines grew more intense with every passing day.

The major factions were all fighting on their own, letting a bloody battle unfold at the planar barrier of Morrian as they fought against the arcanists.

It was said that the battles there clouded the skies and blotted out the sun. Rivers of blood formed from the bodies in that war, and the world itself teetered on the brink of collapse.

The adept faction was undoubtedly one of the weaker camps among all the invaders.

When the Scourge Lords used their overwhelming power to knock down the arcane towers of the Great Arcanists and tear a massive gash in Morrian’s planar barrier, a horde of disaster creatures and starbeasts swarmed into the plane. These monsters charged wildly towards the gigantic floating cities waiting below.

At the same time, barriers of light massive enough to cover entire cities arose from the floating cities, keeping out the disaster creatures and starbeasts. The arcane towers and watchtowers stationed all over the plane fired off beams of brilliant arcane magic, destroying the massive, ugly bodies of their enemies.

For a moment, corpses rained from the sky, and blood poured like a perpetual waterfall. It was a horrifying scene to behold, accompanied by the shockwaves of magical tides!

The leader moved his hand across the map, and a glaring red line pierced through the Kentos Continent and ended on the other end of the continent.

Greem hesitated for a moment before bending over slightly and asked in a soft voice, “Sir, would you know the approximate current locations of the disaster creatures that broke into the plane a while ago?”

The leader was a body-refining adept with rough facial features and a large scar running down his right cheek. He lifted his head and glanced at Greem. He finally showed his teeth as his mouth broke into a wicked smile.

“On account of you being the strongest amongst them, I will do you a favor and tell you! Here.”

Greem looked at the large circle that the adept had casually drawn on the map, and his face slightly turned colors.

Though the path of attack that had been designated for them did not coincide with the large red circle, there was only three thousand kilometers distance where the path was closest to the circle. It might be a tremendous distance for mortals, but for those monstrous disaster creatures and starbeasts, it was only a matter of hours.

That meant that there was a possibility that they would run into those savage competitors along the way.

Both of them had entered Morrian for the Arcane Empire’s precious resources, treasures, and arcane knowledge. Of course, the opponent was probably focused primarily on the planar origin and the wild slaughter that would be found here.

Still, under such circumstances, there would be no such thing as a genial meeting if they ran into each other. A bloody fight would be unavoidable!

Greem’s face changed colors several times, but in the end, he nodded silently.

Non-elite Fourth Grades like themselves were the least valued forces in the adept faction.

If a fight were to break out between them and the disaster creatures, they would most definitely be the ones to suffer.

While the twelve adepts concluded their discussion, a mountainous wave of bestial roaring came from the distance.

Thousands of magical beasts rushed out of the forest under the lead of a rhinoceros, surging towards the adepts’ location. Greem lifted his head and looked. From a distance, he could see the appearance of every single beast, their eyes crimson, foam frothing at their mouths, as if they had gone utterly berserk.

“Hmph! This must be the last crazed throes of the planar consciousness. To think it would send a horde of First and Second Grade magical beasts to commit suicide here. Let’s go now. Kill them all, and then we can get on our journey.”

The next second, a storm of spells devoured this stampede of magical beasts!