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Age of Adepts c1-1513

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by Zhen De Lao Lang, 真的老狼


  “I see these adepts are sick of living!”

  The orc god clones were beyond themselves with fury. The restless waves of divine power radiating from them almost blew the ceiling of the temple apart.

  “This is war!”

  “Gather the petitioner army. I will flatten the homes of the human adepts beneath my feet.”

  Chapter 1500 - Battlefield Harvest

  The Beast God’s rage erupted and quickly swept over hundreds of other planeworlds. The war between the hundreds of ultra-grade adepts and the orc gods rapidly approached a climax.

  Ever since the human adepts showed signs of invading Plane Saka, the orc pantheon’s retaliation had become increasingly violent and intense.

  Moreover, the orc gods showed up to battle in their true forms with increasing frequency, often appearing in groups of three or four. Correspondingly, the Great Adepts of Boulder Fortress were being deployed more often.

  The battle between the adepts and orcs raged on without end in the numerous galaxies and different planeworlds. It seemed almost as if the fires of war would spread indefinitely.

  Naturally, the Sixth and Seventh Grade Great Adepts dealt with the true forms of the gods. Fifth Grade Great Adepts like Greem could only deal with clones or projections. Of course, occasionally, they would also cross swords with some of the powerful orc petitioners.

  In these frequent battles, Greem’s recent improvements in his power allowed him to obtain plenty of spoils. No one knew when it started, but soon the name of the Great Crimson Adept spread throughout Boulder Fortress.

  At the very least, the name of the Crimson was well-known among the Fifth Grade Great Adepts.

  Many Great Adepts were willing to work with him during missions, as collaborating with him often meant obtaining unexpected benefits.

  After all, all of the Great Crimson Adept’s abilities were related to battle and slaughter. Each of them was incredibly powerful. Furthermore, he possessed the ability to transform into a magical fish that could devour a defeated god clone alive.

  This ability guaranteed their ability to maximize their profits!

  In just a single year, Greem had been deployed five times, during which he devoured two god clones and a projection, yielding himself three divine authority fragments in total.

  Such achievements were incredibly eye-catching, even in Boulder Fortress, where there were upwards of a hundred Great Adepts.

  However, his achievements in battle undoubtedly also put him on the orc pantheon’s hit list.

  Greem faced more and more danger when stepping onto a battlefield!

  …………

  “Greem, come! I’ve got a got mission here!”

  Greem was resting in his room when he received a magical transmission. The sender was Bloodline Adept Antuso, who he had worked with several times now.

  “Oh, what kind of mission is it?”

  “The orcs have sent out three gods, seven clones, and a dozen Fifth Grade petitioners; they are currently holding a siege of Blackmountain Plane. The defenders have already requested reinforcements from headquarters, but they are still somewhat lacking in power. A second wave of reinforcements has been requested…just in time for us to go there for a hunt!”

  “Who are the three orc gods?” Ever since he was targeted by God of Slaughter Garon last time, Greem had become increasingly sensitive to this issue.

  “The Sixth Grade is the One-Eyed God Arges, and the two Fifth Grades are familiar faces: God of Tyranny Haistoc and God of the Hunt Horr,” Antuso appeared to be quite eager on the other end of the line.

  After all, the first divine authority fragment he had obtained came from Horr’s clone. It was only natural that he wanted to tear off an even bigger piece of meat from the god now that he heard Horr was on the move.

  The One-Eyed God Arges. Greem thought for a moment and was finally convinced.

  As long as it wasn’t someone terrifying like the God of Slaughter, Greem was confident he could deal with any of the other gods.

  Arges was not an orc, but a cyclops that worshipped Arugel. Due to his tremendous power and surprising combat ability, Arugel promoted him to a vassal god, making Arges the infamous Sixth Grade One-Eyed God.

  Arges’ most powerful ability was his long-range earth divine power bombardment. He was one of the few long-range fighters within the orc pantheon. However, due to his tall size and bulky build, his movements were slow and clumsy.

  Obviously, Greem wasn’t afraid of an enemy like that!

  After receiving the transmission, Greem left the room and headed straight to the station hall, where he grouped up with Antuso and the newly recruited Great Adept Rossellini.

  Rossellini was a golem master. He had assimilated a mysterious space substance with his will, thereby granting him the unusual talent to manipulate astral constructs. Much like Greem’s starbeast bloodline, space was his most powerful domain.

  He could unleash two hundred percent of his power in space!

  Greem, Antuso, and Rossellini had worked together numerous times now. They worked well together, and their abilities were complementary. It allowed them to hunt down their enemies several times successfully.

  “Let’s go. The reinforcement has been approved. We are setting off now!” Antuso was not the strongest Great Adept, but he had an extraordinary network across Boulder Fortress. Communications with the superiors were all left to him.

  Greem greeted Rossellini, a scrawny man with strange purple skin, and the three of them instantly traveled to Blackmountain Plane through the teleportation array.

  They could feel the overwhelming energy radiation press against their faces the moment they stepped out of the array.

  The three of them stood in space, outside the planar barrier, defending against the magical tide around them as they gazed at the terrible battlefield below.

  Several dozen muscular orcs were rampaging throughout the battlefield like wild boars, clad in divine power. Meanwhile, the human adepts gathered in groups, dodging attacks while assaulting the enemy’s divine power defenses with their colorful spells.

  Meanwhile, a hundred-meter-tall combatant stood at the very heart of the battlefield, like a pillar propping up the sky itself. He was tall and muscular, his body consisting of muscles as hard as stone. He had three fingers on each hand and a lone, fearsome eye on his head.

  A cyclops that had become a Sixth Grade mid-ranked god!

  His method of attack was straightforward as well. He would create several boulders as large as entire mountains between his palms and hurl them at the enemy. The moment the boulders landed, they would explode into countless tiny rock shards, enveloping everything within a thousand meters into its attack radius.

  Greem could scan everything clearly with the Chip in his mind. The intensity of this attack reached upward of 40,000 at the center and a speechless 13,000 in the periphery.

  As expected of a veteran Sixth Grade god. Even a casual area-of-effect attack was 8,000 points of power stronger than Greem’s Berserk Eye, which was a product of heavy accumulation and compression.

  The difference in their power couldn’t be more obvious!

  The individual fighting against One-Eyed God Arges on the adepts’ side was a bloodline adept. He transformed into a gigantic abyssal demon lord and circled the cyclops god with his ten-meter-tall body.

  Every time the cyclops threw a boulder, the abyssal demon lord would step across the air without hesitation and charge in for a bout of melee. Once the cyclops began creating another boulder, he would slip away again in a constant cycle of harassment.

  Both of them were shockingly powerful, but judging from the situation, the One-Eyed God was still the stronger of the two. He often used his exploding boulders to knock the demon lord around.

  As Sixth Grades, their every action would result in devastating aftershocks and impacts on their surroundings.

  The One-Eyed God would suddenly switch targets every so often as well, hurling boulders at
the groups of adepts close to the battlefield. The Sixth Grade adept that had transformed into an abyssal demon lord would also occasionally use Demon Teleportation to assault the Fifth Grade orc gods nearby.

  Every time that happened, it would be a test of a combatant’s luck and ability!

  It didn’t matter if it was the orcs or the adepts. If either of them were unable to dodge the attacks of the Sixth Grade, they could easily find themselves in a precarious position on the brink of death. If one were to get injured during such an intense battle, it would be exceedingly difficult to escape whole.

  There were many times that the death of a Great Adept or a god clone became unavoidable!

  For the sake of self-preservation, the Fifth Grade combatants would inadvertently choose to distance themselves from the Sixth Grade battle. It might make them safer, but if they ended up at a disadvantage in a fight, it would also be more difficult for them to receive reinforcements from their superiors.

  The adepts’ Spirit and the gods’ divine will wove together on the massive battlefield, clashing and battling. Their attention spanned every inch of space in this area.

  Naturally, the arrival of Greem and his two companions drew the attention and alarm of both parties!

  Horr, the God of the Hunt, was fighting in his true form. A deep-seated hatred could be seen in his savage eyes when he saw Greem. He let out a roar, casting aside the enemy before him to charge at the three newcomers.

  He might have been demoted from Sixth Grade to Fifth Grade, but his overwhelming divine power was still far beyond that of an ordinary Fifth Grade. With his exceptional technique and a better understanding of high-grade divine power, he had nothing to fear when fighting against numerous enemies.

  Moreover, this was his true form.

  The weapons he carried were all genuine divine items and not just projections of the artifacts. Furthermore, the numerous divine creatures he commanded were also fighting in their true forms. They weren’t just projections of divine power anymore.

  It was out of this confidence that Horr was so relentless and ferocious in the face of three adepts of the same grade.

  Still, for the sake of safety, another Fifth Grade clone of a god and two Fifth Grade petitioners split off from the distant battlefield and hurried over. In doing so, the pressure on the adepts over there greatly diminished.

  Chapter 1501 - Battle of the Gods

  There were no idiots among those who could set foot upon this battlefield of gods and adepts!

  Any person who wasn’t an idiot would turn and flee at the sight of an enemy stronger than them.

  That was why the idea of having high-grade adepts run around to quickly slaughter low-grade god clones would remain no more than that.

  Upon setting foot on the battlefield, the only thing you could do was pick an ‘appropriate’ opponent for yourself, rather than dreaming of rampaging through a bunch of weaker enemies. The arrival of Greem and his two companions might have increased the adepts’ strength, but the power balance was not so out of the gods’ favor that they would flee.

  The peak Fifth Grade God of the Hunt Horr, a clone of Ogre God Mairo, and two orc petitioners roared and clashed with the Greem’s group.

  The two orc petitioners were undoubtedly the enemy’s weakest combatants, but they were also the most annoying and hated enemies for the adepts.

  The reason for it was simple!

  Killing them was not easy, but there were no benefits to be reaped by killing them.

  Petitioners were divine beings formed by combining the souls of dead believers with divine power. There were no divine authority fragments or virtue within them. Even the armor and weapons they wielded were all projections of divine power.

  If you weren’t quick enough to extinguish their souls after killing them, the souls would escape back to the god kingdom. There it would only take a tiny bit of divine power for them to come back to life.

  These petitioners were undoubtedly the kind of opponent that adepts were least willing to face!

  Due to this nature of theirs, the two petitioners fought fiercely and recklessly. They did not hold back in battle out of concern for their own lives at all. In fact, there were many times where they tried to be as much of a disruption as possible to force the adepts into having no choice but to pick them off first.

  The clone of Ogre God Mairo looked like an ugly, stupid, and greedy ogre. He had a half-meter-long horn on his head and swung a mace in his hands that could double as a magical staff.

  The ogre was mostly naked, with only a piece of hide wrapped around his waist. His skin was red and tough.

  Mairo’s clone was almost like a combination of a warrior and an adept.

  His primary combat role was that of a warrior, to rule over the battlefield with his powerful body and overwhelming Strength. Meanwhile, as a secondary class, he also possessed the ability to cast spells rapidly.

  Even after ascending to become a god, Mairo wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

  His spellcasting ability primarily concentrated on enhancement and support spells such as Bloodthirst, Berserk, and Haste. He could also throw out one or two fireballs occasionally. In truth, as long as he wasn’t raining down a hail of strikes nearby, he wasn’t much of a threat for adepts.

  However, both Mairo’s clones and the orc petitioners were only supporting in this battle. The true powerhouse of this group was still the peak Fifth Grade God of the Hunt in his true form.

  Horr, the God of the Hunt, possessed three divine weapons.

  Among these three weapons, the most famous was the Sixth Grade Rhok’delar, Longbow of the Ancient Keepers. It was a terrifying divine bow possessing the three principle characteristics of Critical Strike, Trueshot, and Execute.

  In particular, the Execute characteristic would instantly kill any enemy if it activated. It possessed the ability to directly exterminate the soul!

  Apart from this, Horr also had the Fifth Grade Collar of the Deceiver and the Fifth Grade Boots of Avoidance.

  The former could refract Horr’s actual location, making it difficult for an enemy to figure out his position. It also prevented all locking-on with Spirit or divine will. Being unable to lock onto Horr meant that all guided or single-target attacks were ineffective against him.

  Meanwhile, the Boots of Avoidance could improve Horr’s ability to dodge attacks.

  The increase wasn’t tremendous. It was a mere sixty percent.

  At least six out of ten attacks were not likely to make contact with Horr.

  Apart from his three pieces of divine equipment, Horr also possessed the Call of the Wild ability as the God of the Hunt. He could simultaneously command three divine creatures that were only two minor grades weaker than himself.

  The ones he chose were the beginner Fifth Grade Windrend Hawk, Berserk Giant Ape, and Tunnelling Sandworm!

  It was obvious that his hatred for Greem and Antuso was extreme. He had chosen to field only offensive divine beasts.

  It initially appeared only to be Horr, Mairo’s clone, and the two orc petitioners rushing at them. However, their numbers suddenly doubled halfway through.

  It wasn’t just Antuso who was terrified now. Even the mildly infamous Great Crimson Adept Greem’s eyebrow was twitching wildly.

  Goddamn! This formation is a little too terrifying, isn’t it!?

  “What about it? Do you think we can take it?” Antuso was screaming in their mental channel.

  “We can give it a try. It’s going be a stretch, though,” Even Greem wasn’t confident about this.

  “Treasure where there’s danger! I’ll deal with Mairo’s clone. Greem can stop Horr. Antuso…move fast and come help me once you’ve dispatched the petitioners,” Rossellini quickly divided the tasks between them.

  “And…what about those mongrels?” Antuso was still screaming furiously in their minds.

  “Everyone take out what you’ve been saving for the occasion and keep those beasts occupied. Don’t
let them get in the way of our business today!” Rossellini was quite the vicious and determined man.

  As the person who proposed the idea in the first place, he had to take the initiative. He was the first to throw out a sandboard, from which a giant, beginner Fifth Grade sand serpent emerged. It shook its giant body, flickered its red tongue, and glared at the sandworm digging through the ground.

  At the same time, Rossellini raised both hands and quickly chanted a strange, mysterious incantation. As a tremendous amount of blue starlight surged into his body, he was soon covered in layers of astral substance summoned from alternate dimensions.

  Meanwhile, a ball of blue light glowed beside him, forming into a powerful and unusual astral construct.

  This process sounded very slow, but it was, in fact, so fast that it was hard to tell what had exactly happened. In just a single instant, Rossellini had covered himself in a thick astral battlesuit. Meanwhile, a five-meter-tall astral construct stood up by his side.

  Cloaked in that blinding starlight, Rossellini looked like a mech from some other world. The suit glimmered beautifully as Rossellini raised an arm and shot a Starlight Blast at Mairo’s clone.

  Meanwhile, at his command, the astral construct at his side swung its chainsaw and drill as it lunged at the Giant Berserk Ape.

  Rossellini was incredibly decisive. He had taken on three enemies all by himself!

  Upon seeing this, Antuso knew that he could no longer hold back. If he didn’t contribute, he wouldn’t be able to get his share of the spoils once this was all over.

  He let out a roar and turned into a spiritwolf. He raised his head and let out a long howl.

  As he continued to howl, a five-meter-long, two-meter-wide rift appeared in the air. A shocking number of Armor-Eaters emerged.

 

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