Chapter 941 - Forceful Entrance
Chapter 941 Forceful Entrance
Year 683, Month 6, Day 11 of the War God Calendar.
It was an incomparably peaceful twilight.
The sky above a primal forest near the east coast was a light purple. The Continent of Henvic was also gradually going quiet after a day of noise and commotion.
However, during this moment of peace and quiet as the birds went home, the horizon lit up once again.
A strange crackling sound filled the air as the sky turned bright red as if a crimson torch had stabbed it. An endless sea of fire could be seen everywhere.
The rift in the sky grew larger and larger as three insignificant black dots flew out from the shadows of the flames, blown about by the ravaging winds of space. They then turned into three flaming meteors and crashed in different corners of this world.
The flames in the sky continued to burn as the air trembled and quaked.
There was no time to hurl the elementium fireball any more. Greem shouted as he made a fist with his left hand and punched the bear square in the jaw.
The sound of snapping bones rang out as this four-hundred-kilogram-heavy berserk bear was blown away like a sandbag struck by a giant. It crashed through countless bushes and felled two giant trees before finally coming to a stop.
Greem threw the fireball in his right hand and caused it to erupt into a giant ball of flames on the body of the bear.
The smell of burnt hair filled the air, mixed with the faint smell of cooked meat.
“Chip, what’s the situation on the self-assessment?”
[Beep. Self-assessment complete. Host’s current bodily attribute are as follows:
[Strength: 18+2 (12+2) | Physique 21+1 (10+1) | Agility 11+1 (6+1) | Spirit 32+4 (12+4).
[Note: Attributes in brackets are the highest amount of power that the host can currently unleash.]
Greem couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air when he saw such numbers.
Didn’t that mean he could only unleash the power of an elite First Grade adept at the moment?
It was fortunate that he had never given up on the cultivation of his body’s basic attributes over these years. Though his attributes had been slashed in half, his combined might was still not a force to be underestimated. At the very least, he was still not an entity that a gray bear with seven points of Strength and eight points of Physique could hope to compare to.
It was because his Strength was an entire seven points higher than the bear that he could create such an outstanding knockback effect.
In the end, Greem was a Third Grade adept. Even without his terrifying fire spells, his tremendous Strength and Physique alone would be enough for him to go unchallenged in this primal forest without too many wild, magical creatures.
Perhaps intimidated by Greem’s slaughter of the bear, the sound of fleeing beasts could be heard all over the forest, rustling the leaves as they fled. Not a single creature dared to remain close to Greem any longer.
“Chip, how is the deciphering of this world’s planar laws coming along?” Greem asked with a frown.
As a Third Grade adept, he was feeling incredibly frustrated and uncomfortable at having lost most of his power so abruptly.
[Planar law deciphering has begun. Current deciphering progress is 1%. Estimated time remaining: 107 hours, 33 minutes, 24 seconds.]
A hundred and seven hours? Given the length of this plane’s night and day, it was no more than four days. He should be able to unleash eighty percent of his power by then.
As for one hundred percent? That was something he couldn’t even dream about.
This place was a foreign plane, after all. The environment and magical density of the plane were only similar to the World of Adepts, not identical. Being able to perform at eighty percent of his usual capacity was already making full use of the Chip’s abilities.
Elementium adepts without the assistance of the Chip would be lucky to be able to use sixty percent of their total power. That was the main reason why most adepts viewed foreign plane invasions as the most dangerous task out there.
They would be leaving a familiar environment, unprotected by an adept’s tower or voodoo beast, while their power was cut by nearly half. Even small fry that they could eliminate with a single turn of their palm would become incredible opponents now. If they ran into an enemy of the same grade, it would be difficult to guarantee their own survival.
That was why no adept enjoyed such isolated ventures behind enemy lines unless absolutely necessary!
Greem calmed himself down and checked his equipment. It was then that he remembered the two witches that had snuck into Henvic along with him. One of them was a Second Grade, and the other was a Third Grade. They seemed to have been separated by the space storm as well and whisked to some unknown corner of this world.
Naturally, it was impossible to die with their abilities.
The problem was that the essential item for this trip–the core for the interplanar teleportation array–was still on the Second Grade witch. If anything were to happen to her, his plan to return to the World of Adepts would be toast.
It was best to meet up with them as soon as possible.
Having made his decision, Greem bent down and picked up a handful of black dirt from the ground. He then silently chanted a profound spell under his breath.
It took several minutes for Greem to successfully form a magical spirit with no sentience and consciousness of its own from the dirt.
The magical spirit floated before Greem, with a phantasmal human face formed out of faint white smoke. The face had no expression and silently awaited Greem’s question.
“Tell me, in which direction lies the closest human city?”
The white smoke turned into a small arrow and pointed in a specific direction. It then silently dispersed before Greem could ask a second question.
Greem shook his head with a bitter smile before running in the direction pointed out by the spirit.