Age of Adepts

Chapter 972 Force Against Force

The Holy Ward might be able to stop magical elementium other than holy light from gathering and taking shape, but the ward could not inhibit semi-summoned metal golems like the elementium magical machine.

The elementium magical machine crippled the Second Grade Silver Knight with a single punch before roaring and charging toward the hall with thunderous steps.

It ignored all the Iron Knights along the way, simply rushing ahead with no regard. A dozen Holy Flares and Holy Light Strikes landed on its metallic surface to no avail. They could only make sparks without the ability to harm its core in any manner.

The magical machine charged ferociously. Both the blinding holy spells and the courageous holy knights standing in the way were blown to pieces by its impenetrable body of steel, shattered into nothingness.

A Silver Knight heard the commotion outside and stormed in with sword in hand. He shouted, “Who dares make a comm…”

Before he could finish, a giant metal fist the size of a washbasin crashed toward his face with whistling winds.

The Silver Knight was barely able to shield himself with his sword, but both his longsword and his body were bent in a shocking arc from the impact of the punch. He returned to where he came from, coughing up blood as he flew into the hall.

The elementium magical machine charged into the hall without any hesitation as well.

This hall had once been an armory. However, the equipment and shelves had all been taken away, while a broad and mysterious array had been carved on the ground.

The mysterious array was still functioning when the elementium magical machine and Greem stepped into the hall.

Tremendous, sacred holy light power flowed through the array, faintly resonating with the cathedral nearby. The milky-white holy power outlined a mysterious and wondrous array in the air. An indescribably powerful fluctuation would surge out of the array with every revolution it made.

The elementium magical machine did not feel much when it stood at the edge of the Holy Ward. Greem, on the other hand, felt a trace of chaos break out in the fire energy within his body upon setting foot in the hall. The fire energy was no longer utterly compliant to his every whim and will.

The other two Silver Knights guarding the hall helped up their limping companion. Their gazes fell upon the ferocious and towering elementium magical machine first before turning to Greem.

“Who are you? You…who exactly are you?” The tallest Silver Knight asked in a severe tone, clearly confused by Greem’s attire.

So wordy.

Greem sighed in annoyance and snapped his fingers.

“Smash it. Smash it all!”

Greem could tell that this Holy Ward was entirely powered by high-grade magical creature cores. Of course, the power source also contained the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Chapel’s faith.

Compared to the World of Adepts, the arrays here were still too crude. A basic defensive array did not even protect them. Of course, it might also be possible that the holy knights had too much faith in their martial prowess and believed that three Silver Knights were enough to defend the Holy Ward.

If that were the case, then they would be paying a tremendous price for their mistake and oversight!

The ten-ton elementium magical machine didn’t even need to try. It simply ran inside the Holy Ward, and its heavy steps crushed the weak stone floorboards into pieces.

With the foundation of the array damaged, the mysterious light formation in the air vanished. Greem instantly felt the fire energy in his body return to normal.

“Aaaah, you evildoers. How dare you destroy the ward. None of you will leave today.”

The eyes of the two Silver Knights opened wide in shock when they saw this. They immediately drew their swords and charged into the fight.

Still dressed in an Iron Knight’s armor, Greem lifted his head and gave them a cold smile. Vicious fire energy once again erupted from his body.

In the blink of an eye, Greem swelled into a terrifying, six-meter tall flame giant. The armor and clothes on him were instantly vaporized, and the surging flames revolved around his body, their tongues licking away at the top of the ceiling to burn a massive hole into the building.

A wave of overwhelming aura burst forth from the giant’s body. The two Silver Knights felt like they were walking against a furious current. Even taking a single step toward Greem was difficult and impossible.

The extreme heat and fearsome flames quickly spread throughout the hall. The clothes and hair of the Silver Knights started to singe and vaporize rapidly. Even with a thick layer of holy light protecting them, they could still feel their exposed skin stinging with pain as they withered and cracked.

They opened their mouths to scream and yell, but only fire came out from within.

They wanted to charge and move forward but found it impossible to step a single inch.

They looked down and saw that their silver boots had melted and merged with the red-hot floorboard beneath them. Their delicate armor and longswords had also turned into semi-liquid metal as if they had been made of wax instead. The equipment no longer even looked the same.

Just as the Silver Knights screamed in terror, Greem casually hurled a Vicious Fireball their way and killed them in an instant.

Second Grades; could he not do whatever he wanted against these ordinary and indistinct Second Grades? Moreover, with the enhancement of Sodden’s Holy Ring, every one of Greem’s attacks would be empowered with 400 points of holy damage.

Such terrifying offensive power was not something that a few Second Grade Silver Knights could hope to endure!

Whether holy damage could harm holy knights was a non-existent topic of contention.

Take Greem, for example. He was a fire adept. Could he be utterly immune to fire damage? Could other adepts not harm him with fire spells? Even the very suggestion of the question was an insult against elementium magic!

As a fire adept, Greem was only more resistant to fire compared to the average adept. If the fire damage of the opponent exceeded his resistance, he would still be wounded by the flames.

Similarly, the holy knights were only skilled at manipulating and controlling the power of the Holy Light. They still had to endure the corresponding damage of other individual’s holy light attacks. The only difference was the degree of damage that they would endure.

However, with the might of Greem’s Third Grade Vicious Fireball and the four hundred additional points of holy damage, these Silver Knights were undeniably dead, regardless of what resistances they might have had.

The shockwave from the fireball’s explosion washed across the entire hall like a crashing wave. Three Silver Knights were reduced to ashes in the waves of fire that came after.

Just then, a rapid beam of white lightning sliced into the room, slashing an X-shaped opening into the wall of the hall. A towering knight in full body-armor stepped forth, unrestrained fury bursting from the tiny gap in his helmet.

The strange longsword in his hand was radiating layers of pure, white holy light.

“Greem.” Clearly, this commander of the holy knights had already known of the fire adept’s name through the mouth of their captive witch.

“Lambert, I have been waiting a long time for you!” Greem stood tall and pushed down the collapsing walls with his large body.

Commander Lambert had already predicted this scene happening in front of his eyes ever since the witch was transported to Haisas City. However, the savagery and recklessness of the opponent had far exceeded all his expectations.

He didn’t understand. Even though they were both Third Grade, what gave the opponent such immense confidence as to break into the headquarters of them holy knights and begin a slaughter?

Could…could these Third Grade adepts from another world simply be that much stronger than Third Grade Gold Knights?

However, the Holy Light would never be able to give him a logical explanation.

Just as Lambert brandished his blinding sword of light and prepared to face this daredevil of an adept, the elementium magical machine roared and charged at him.

Meanwhile, Greem started to draw fire runes in the air while loudly chanting deafening incantations. As he cast his spell, spatial ripples appeared near his head, forming into a temporary spatial wormhole.

While Greem was quickly casting his spells, a dozen Silver Knights surrounded him. They ignored the blazing heat of the Burning Domain and charged to his side, wildly hacking away at his wall of Inferno Shields and the two Lava Shields.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t tear down the shields quick enough!

As the final incantation completed, the wormhole took shape, and a vicious dragon with bright blue wings appeared before the crowd.

“Why did you summon me again so quickly, Greem? I haven’t even recovered from my wounds from last time.”

This thirty-meter-long dragon let out an earthshaking roar once he emerged from the wormhole. His overwhelming aura of dragon’s might spread throughout the Holy Light Chapel.

Naturally, the natives of Henvic Plane had never seen a living dragon, much less understood the complex and challenging Dragontongue.

“Hmph! I don’t see you complaining when you reap the benefits, and you push around whenever I get you to run some small errands. Look for yourself! This is a new city. The quicker you finish, the more time you have to go gather your wealth.” Greem shouted in his giant form.

“Hmm? A new city. It’s a new city, but it’s not as large as the last one!” With Arms tremendous Spirit, he could easily sense the intensity of life aura within several kilometers.

His heart bled profusely every time he remembered how he had only raided the city lord’s castle and two to three villas from the previous city before being forcefully sent back to Lance.

Thus, now that a brand new treasure chest had appeared before him, he couldn’t be more excited!

Arms roared furiously and opened his maw, unleashing a terrifying storm of lightning onto the battlefield. He then folded his wings and dove at the holy knight commander like a courageous champion.

Dragontongue magic might be convenient, but his own robust body was more reliable for ending the battle as soon as possible. As for whether a melee might cause him to suffer more wounds…this problem no longer existed in Arms’ greed-filled eyes!