While the intense battle began in Fire Cave, everything happening underground was also being projected in the central tent on the surface.
Sinister smiles appeared on the faces of the adepts in the tent when they saw the terrible performance of the Magic Forest Hut adepts. The alchemists had always relied on their monopoly over their potions to behave arrogantly toward their peers. Every single adept clan here had been subject to their attitude.
Now that they got to see those alchemists being beaten like dogs, it wasn’t humiliation that arose in their hearts, but a genuine, heartfelt pleasure.
These alchemist adepts should have been taught a lesson a long ti ago. They should have been made to understand that the only thing that adepts should believe in was still power!
And they were only a bunch of slaves to knowledge!
Still, they were their allies this ti. As such, they couldn’t just sit by and let them be ravaged by the vampires.
Third Grade Vampire Adept Haines Vik looked at the pretty figure dashing between the alchemists on the screen. He couldn’t help but betray a sinister killing intent.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. It was all because of this woman that his Vik Family had encountered their most significant defeat and loss in several hundred years. This woman...this woman caused the Vik family to regress by three hundred years.
Haines couldn’t suppress his restless blood when he thought of his descendant’s blood flowing through the body of an outsider. He thought of his hundreds of years of efforts going to waste.
This damned woman must die!
This damned woman must die!
This damned woman must die!
Haines tried his best to suppress his emotions and elegantly said, "Since we have drawn out that woman, then let end this thoroughly!"
Haines was visibly inhaling to calm himself down when he said the words that woman.
All operations of this alliance were led by Third Grade Adept Yurga of the Kamala Clan. As such, Haines still needed to tell him if he wanted to participate in the fighting.
Third Grade adepts would never be held back!
Haines’ suggestion was imdiately approved. His silhouette flickered in the tent as the vampire had vanished without a trace.
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The Underground Stone Hall.
The bitter battle between the two parties was still ongoing.
As an official Second Grade adept, Mary put all of her attention on the Second Grade alchemist adept. In a re three minutes, they had exchanged over one hundred and seventy-four blows. The amount of damage they had inflicted on each other was awe-inspiring as well.
Only one of the two Second Grade elentium servants that Roy had summoned was left.
The lightning elental had fallen to Mary’s ferocious attacks, but it had also managed to shock and carbonize the right half of Mary’s body. If it weren’t for Mary sucking blood in ti and regenerating her wounds, today’s battle would have co to a swift end.
As a vampire adept, Mary’s combat style was exceptionally fearless and ferocious.
She relied on her high Agility and swift figure to continually weave in and out of the alchemists’ defensive circle, occasionally charging in to wound or abduct an enemy with her sharp claws. These First Grade fellows were no more than human targets in her eyes. Their movents were stiff and slow, while their magic had trouble locking onto Mary’s phantom-like form.
Most of the alchemists had no choice but to swap out their powerful single-target spells to area-of-effect spells in hopes of forcing back the ghostly vampire by stacking all of their damage.
If Mary’s attacks were said to be like those of a phantom assassin, then the two blood knights were like human tanks. They had been knights to begin with, and the battle techniques they knew were also mostly centered around mid to close range. Consequently, the two blood knights brandished their crimson longswords and tackled the enemy line at the very start of battle, enduring the constant attacks from the alchemists.
Crimson Cross!
Bloodrage Charge!
Fierce Strike!
Crimson Storm!
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The many knight techniques that ca from their hands would easily exterminate groups of magical creatures and elentium servants. anwhile, most of the enemy’s attacks could not deal much damage to them after being weakened by the blood mist around them and wind indurium armor they wore.
Even if a focused barrage of attacks wounded them, they could consu blood to replenish their lost life force. Their bodies were stuck in an endless cycle of being damaged and being healed.
As for the two Second Grade blood elves? They didn’t have such tough bodies and could only use the Blood Bullet, Blood Boil, Bloody Slaughter, Vampiric Aura, and various other blood magics that they had just mastered to attack the enemy from afar.
These blood magic spells might not be too powerful in terms of offensive effects, but they excelled at disrupting enemies.
Blood Bullet was only a single crimson energy ball fired at the enemy. The energy ball contained so degree of blood corrosion effect.
Blood Boil could cause the target’s blood to boil, thus depriving them of the ability to move.
Bloody Slaughter was more like a charm spell. It could cause the target to lose their rationality and be overtaken by an impulse to slaughter.
Vampiric Aura was an even more sinister blood-magic. Creatures engulfed by its halo would have all of their lost life force absorbed by the blood elves, turning into energy that sustained the blood elves in battle.
These two blood elves were stirring up trouble from the outside. They periodically used Bloody Slaughter to turn one or two of the alchemists into red-eyed madn, forcing them to take up their staffs and beat the people around them.
Fortunately, adepts affected by Bloody Slaughter would temporarily forget their spellcasting abilities. The effect would also only last for three to five seconds on First Grade adepts. Otherwise, the alchemist adepts’ defensive line would have been torn down by their own magic.
However, with the blood elves opening up holes in their defenses, the two rampaging blood knights could quickly increase the size of these holes, turning them into weak spots that the enemy could not patch up.
The alchemists had no choice but to drink vials of soul-protection potions to defend against the killing impulse rising in their hearts. At the sa ti, they had to continually summon more elentium servants to stop the advance of the blood knights.
Both parties were caught together in an arduous and bloody battle in the hall!
When it ca to combat power, it was clear that the adepts of the Magic Forest Hut had the nurical advantage.
Apart from their magical creatures and elentium servants, each of these alchemist adepts also possessed one or two offensive magics of great power. Their focused fire would always inflict trendous wounds on one of the blood knights and cause him to cry in pain. They weren’t weak in close quarters either. Every one of them had bundles of instant-cast magic wands. Even if they were to use each of them a single ti only, they would be able to drown the enemy in a tide of spells.
If it wasn’t for the blood knights’ unique ability to regenerate by consuming blood, there was a real possibility they would have been ground down to their deaths!
The Magic Forest Hut adepts might be able to drive back the enemy with their ferocious firepower for the mont. However, if the battle drags on, the magical creatures and elentium servants that ford their defensive circles would be wiped away. The disadvantage of fighting against Second Grades as First Grades would imdiately beco apparent.
They wove signs for casting, they quick-summoned servants, and they repeatedly used magic wands. Most of their attacks relied on magic potions and magic wands, causing them to use up very little of their own magic power. However, once the battle dragged out, their untrained and unrefined Spirits will have trouble keeping up with the opponent’s pace.
For the four Second Grade vampires, these Magic Forest Hut adepts were like a herd of sheep working together to fend off a wolf pack. Initially, they could still square off against the wolves with their perfect formation and courage. If their defensive line was torn apart and one or two of the wolves made their way in, the flock would imdiately fall apart. They would no longer be able to fight against the enemy like before.
The mont the herd of sheep scattered, Mary appeared beside Adept Roy like a phantom assassin.
"You want to kill ? You are not qualified!" Adept Roy yelled madly as he pulled out the cork from a small vial in his hands.
As yellow and green mist spread into the air, he roared and took the fog into his own body, turning his skin a dark green.
Mary brushed past him, and her sharp claws left three bone-deep cuts on his unprotected neck. Under normal circumstances, Roy would have had to cover his neck with his hand and retreat from battle.
However, he roared and pulled out a magic wand from his waist. An instant-cast Solar Ray put a hole in Mary’s stomach.
Moreover, the wound on his cleanly cut throat appeared to be pale and clean; there wasn’t a single drop of blood from the injury. Countless squirming tentacles erged from the skin around the cut. They shed together quickly, and the fatal wound was healed in a matter of seconds.
Hmph! Zombification.
Mary groaned in pain. She quickly understood why the opponent hadn’t died and had instead retaliated so quickly.
The mist that he had just absorbed must have temporarily allowed him to possess the ability to zombify his flesh. This way, he was able to avoid so mortal flesh wounds. He took advantage of Mary’s ineffective strike to rapidly lock onto her position and counter with a magic attack.
Mary smiled coldly upon understanding what had happened.
If she didn’t possess the ability to regenerate by sucking blood, she might have been afraid of this strange ability to trade wound for wound. However, now...Mary let out a battlecry and extended her wings. She once again turned into a flash of lightning as she charged at Adept Roy.
The two parties passed by each other!
Two new holes appeared on Mary’s body while a terrifying gap appeared where Roy’s heart was.
"You can’t kill !" Roy yelled wildly, his face full of madness, "Once our reinforcents arrive, this will be your grave!"
While he shouted, Mary turned about and launched a third charge.
Roy’s face couldn’t turn any paler!
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