Chapter 898 - Battle of the Second Grades
Chapter 898 Battle of the Second Grades
With the appearance of the Second Grade magical creatures, a shocking reversal immediately took place on the battlefield.
The previously unstoppable First Grade Crimson adepts quickly received a critical impact. Defending adepts in several regions were defeated beneath the attacks of Second Grade magical creatures, with a few deaths cropping up here and there.
However, with their impeccable teamwork and countless magical items, most of the Crimson adepts still managed to escape the evil claws of the magical creatures while escaping back into the fort, terrified and covered in wounds.
The Second Grades of the Crimson Clan stood before the tall tent in the center of the fort. They looked at each other, nodded, and charged onto the battlefield.
They were only testing the clan adepts after all. It would not be worth it if a large number of the adepts were to die at the hands of the Second Grade magical creatures. Thus, with the appearance of the Second Grade magical creatures, the Second Grades of the Crimson Clan also joined the battle.
Zacha was wearing fine wind indurium armor, holding the lightning spear in his left hand and the Frozen Mallet in his right. He let out a roar as he charged out of the fort, running straight into the duo of the Second Grade flaming tiger and wind eagle.
Though they were all Second Grades, and the beasts had the numerical advantage, their power wasn’t on the same level. Zacha’s powerful Physique allowed him easily defeat any of them even without his arsenal of powerful magical weapons. Now that he was armed to the teeth, he was more than a match for two opponents of the same grade.
It didn’t matter whether their movements were agile and flexible, or slow and clumsy; Tigule would simply barrage them with bullets and rockets after locking on.
The three magical creature lords finally understood what tragedy and pain were when they ran into this stubborn metal can. There was nothing they could do at melee range, and moving themselves to a distance only made them targets.
They circled the Goblin Shredder, desperately dodging left and right, but their bodies were still slowly riddled with holes from the constant hail of bullets. If it weren’t for the innate savagery emanating from their very souls as magical creatures, they would probably have tucked tail and ran a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the blood knights and blood elves were excellent butchers on the battlefield.
As long as the magical creatures could not kill them instantly, they would be able to wear them down slowly through their bloodsucking attacks.
For a moment, countless magical creatures ran all over the battlefield as a rain of bullets flew across.
Several Second Grades fought ferociously in the middle of the horde, unconcerned for their own wellbeing.
The horde avoided them wherever they went, and all the beasts and magical creatures ran as far as they could. Not a single one of them wanted to be anywhere near the battlefield of these Second Grades.
With the Second Grades fighting amongst each other, the battlefield was left to the First Grade adepts and magical creatures once more.
Both parties clashed beneath the walls of the fort, engaged in an intense fight.
At this moment, a strange roar came from the depths of the Black Forest.
All the Second Grades on the battlefield stopped fighting and looked in that direction. A powerful aura rose from that place, almost as if it was a massive and unstoppable wave surging toward the battlefield.
Third Grade!
It was a Third Grade!
The Crimson adepts didn’t need to pay attention to know what was coming. Their expressions transformed tremendously as, for the first time, they lost confidence in their victory in this war.
Third Grade. To think they had a Third Grade magical creature lord standing behind their backs.
This terrifying reality drained the color from everyone’s faces. The high morale from all the fighting up until now crumbled in an instant.
A row of towering ancient trees at the edge of the Black Forest snapped in half in front of the adepts’ concerned looks, revealing the terrifying magical creature behind them.
It was a giant, brown-gray meatball, eight feet in diameter.
Its body was covered in uneven scales the color of metal.
A bloody mouth could be seen at the center of the ball of meat, taking up half of the body and filled with sharp fangs. A massive vertical eye was above the mouth but not yet opened. Seven or eight snake-like tentacles extended from the meatball like braids. A strange eyeball could be seen at the tip of each tentacle, closing and shutting constantly.
These eyestalks had tough skin, and faint whipping sounds could be heard as they moved through the air.
A Beholder. This Third Grade magical creature lord that had just appeared was actually a Beholder!