Age of Adepts

The combination of Second Grade Split-Brain Gru with five hundred Second Grade magical machine warriors only lasted thirty minutes in front of Greem.

Thirty minutes later, Greem blasted down the metal doors leading to the hall. He strode into the room, dragging Gru’s badly charred corpse behind him.

The steel hall was nearly a thousand square meters in size, but most of that space was taken up by Gazlowe’s big, ugly brain. Compared to the last time they met, Gazlowe’s brain had increased by at least one-third in size.

That also meant that Gazlowe’s powers had increased considerably!

Unfortunately, the aura radiating from the brain was only at the level of a Third Grade.

Moreover, he was facing a well-prepared Greem. Though Gazlowe’s mental powers were fairly unusual and subtle in their applications, it was still incredibly hard to take down a Fourth Grade fire adept.

Having considered all the advantages and disadvantages, Gazlowe made up his mind the moment Greem stepped into the hall.

It appeared to be some sort of strange principle power!

Could Greem have mastered and grasped a certain fire principle right after he advanced to Fourth Grade? That was unbelievable!

The red dots continued wandering all over the brain.

Messy, crisscrossing scorch marks akin to the random sketching of a child were left behind as the red dots moved. Gazlowe shuddered and shivered from the pain as wave after wave of mental ripples radiating outwards from his wrinkled brain.

Gazlowe’s cries for mercy became louder and louder.

After seven minutes, Greem seemed to have woken up from his deep brooding. His unfocused eyes suddenly became concentrated and animated once more.

“Ah…look at this. I was just thinking about the whole Witch Maysa affair, and I zoned out. To think, I unintentionally hurt your whole body. You wouldn’t blame me for this, would you?” Greem’s expression was lively and greatly exaggerated. His tone was sincere, but his eyes were filled with malice and ridicule. Anyone could see the very intentional facade he was putting on.

However, just as Greem didn’t want to tear down Gazlowe’s lies, Gazlowe didn’t want to shred this layer of a facade that the two of them were keeping up. Faced with Greem’s sincere ‘apologetic’ attitude, Gazlowe once again demonstrated his ‘generosity.’

“It’s nothing, nothing at all. Lord Greem, this couldn’t possibly be your fault. It is only…only my body that is lacking in training, which is why I couldn’t endure that slightly ‘hot’ power of yours!”

“I see, so that’s how it was! It seems I was overthinking the issue. Still, Gazlowe, you can’t just focus on expanding your mind and neglect improving your brain’s elementium defenses! That isn’t good. It makes you very likely to get injured on accident, you know.”

Gazlowe felt as bitter as he could be when he heard Greem’s mocking response, but there was no one he could tell it to.

His elementium defenses were weak? His Physique was frail?

In all honesty, even a Second Grade dragon couldn’t compare to Gazlowe’s elementium defenses! His mental powers could put up a special distorted space around his brain. Ordinary elementium magic and physical attacks could almost never reach his brain through this defense as long as his mental powers were not exhausted.

Only a strange technique similar to what Greem had used that contained a trace of the principle powers could have injured him so terribly. No other person could have survived the thousands of magic energy cannons installed in the Capital of Eternity. No other person could have shredded through tens of thousands of magical machines and hundreds of Second Grade machines. No other person could be unfazed in front of the dominant mental attacks of a Third Grade brain monster.

Talk not about injuring Gazlowe himself. There were probably less than five beings throughout Lance who could even get to Gazlowe with their own power.

As such, Gazlowe’s only response to Greem’s extremely malicious ridicule was silence. He could only swallow all his broken teeth and blood, lower his head, acknowledge his faults, and demonstrate his humility and servility.

The burning from earlier might have hurt Gazlowe badly, but it did not inflict substantial damage on him. His brain was far too large, after all. That amount of loss to his brain matter was nothing at all.

This whole performance had only been a show of attitude and intentions!

Greem had expressed what he felt, and Gazlowe had acknowledged these feelings.

It was a happy ending, and both of them were a loving family once again.

However, a new fire control-rune was unavoidable!

Gazlowe thought for a long while before finally and reluctantly releasing his mental defenses. He let Greem leave his brand on his soul origin.

The soul brand from before had been left there when Greem was Second Grade, after all. Gazlowe had already done away with the brand through some means long ago. The new fire control-rune might not be able to guarantee absolute loyalty from Gazlowe, but it was still an effective, short-term means of binding him to Greem’s service.

For the sake of his own life, Gazlowe had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it!