Chapter 953 Killing a Third Grade
Greem hesitated for a mont in the face of a severely wounded Katherine. In the end, he decided to let her go.
It wasn’t rcy he was showing. It was simply not worth the effort.
A Third Grade chanical witch was still a Third Grade chanical witch. Even with all her wounds and injuries, she still possessed terrifying power sufficient enough to drag the enemy along with her.
The wounds from this ti were incomparable to their last encounter.
The damage from their last fight had only been superficial, and both her soul origin and the foundations of her body had not been affected. She had only needed a bit of ti to rest and recuperate to recover to peak condition. The wounds this ti were far more severe. Apart from the trendous damage to her physical body, fire energy seed to have seeped into her soul origin as well.
A horrifying injury like that was unlikely to heal in the Henvic Plane!
Katherine’s only solution now was to return to a higher plane as soon as possible and search for suitable resources that could purge the destructive flas within her body. If she took too long, there was even the possibility that her grade could regress.
That was an even more unacceptable outco than death for an arrogant adept!
Greem let out a breath of relief after chasing away the Blade Princess. He could finally focus his efforts on dealing with these holy knights.
In truth, there were another three thousand imperial soldiers in Hakans apart from these holy knights. Unfortunately, with their strength, they were not qualified to participate in a planar war of this level.
Disregarding the rampaging Greem and the elentium magical machine, just the peak Second Grade Spirit of Pestilence alone would be enough to raze Hakans to the ground. The city garrison had attempted to approach the battlefield to reinforce the holy knights when the battle first broke out.
However, a hundred soldiers were exterminated into oblivion by the aftershock of the spells before they could even get close. By the ti the fire creatures sward the city, the Hakans garrison could only fight with them in the city across all the streets and alleyways.
Even as courageous and patriotic as they were, these soldiers were still far too frail and insignificant compared to these otherworldly fire elentals.
Battlecries rang throughout Hakans as thick smoke clogged the city, and heatwaves burned the civilians.
Hakans appeared like a crimson purgatory when seen from above. All the people and buildings had been dragged into a terrifying banquet of slaughter and destruction.
A strange gust of wind suddenly blew across the massive sea of fire. The flas gathered together and slowly ford into a seven-ter-tall fla giant.
The face of the giant ca into focus soon and appeared to be very similar to Greem’s face.
“You are not going to make help you deal with this strange knight as well, are you?” Flaming Tiger Cindral slowly limped over to Greem’s side, his body covered in wounds. He crouched above the debris and looked at the Third Grade Gold Knight fighting the machine in the distance, “I’ll have to refuse that suggestion if you do! That fellow looks like a solid at shield wrapped in iron. I’ll be at a huge disadvantage if I fight with him. Also, rember, I’ve already returned one of the three favors I owe you!”
One had to admit that the elentium magical machine was truly imnsely powerful!
Even surrounded and trapped by a Third Grade and a group of Second Grades, all of its essential components were still perfectly protected, although its tal shell had been badly sliced and cut. It was still as powerful as when it had been at the start of the battle; it continually attempted to injure the Second Grade Silver Knights while surrounded by enemies.
If any of the Silver Knights were to take a solid blow from its tal fists, they would have to retreat from the battle and recover. The blessings and defenses of the holy light could not protect them from such trendous magical power.
Moreover, the machine occasionally unleashed an incredibly powerful magical attack and inflicted devastating damage to all holy knights around it.
If one were to be brutally honest, the elentium magical machine was capable of unleashing power even beyond Greem’s ability. After all, regardless of how courageous he was, Greem would never dare to charge into the middle of his enemies to unleash his spells.
Still, despite how powerful the magical machine was, it was fighting against a Third Grade Gold Knight and dozens of Second Grade Silver Knight. Its defeat was only a matter of ti!
The Gold Knight fended off most of the elentium magical machine’s attacks, leaving the Silver Knights free to attack it with all they had. It was through such a thod that the elentium magical machine started to falter in front of them.
That was why Cindral, always aware and assessing the situation, was not willing to clash with these iron cans that could fight, tank, and heal.
Greem chuckled and replied with a deep, booming voice, “Don’t worry, old pal, when have I ever cheated you? I’ll summon another companion and let him charge at the very front. You shouldn’t have any problem following behind him, will you?”
“Mm? What else can you summon?”
“Hehehe, watch .”
Greem stepped forward, his hands of fla quickly drawing multiple fire rune before his chest as ancient and profound incantations ca forth from his mouth.
Cindral tilted his head and listened for a mont before his majestic eyes opened wide as he spoke with shock, “Dragon oath? You...you can summon a dragon?”
Greem had no ti to reply to him.
His loud and powerful chants reverberated throughout the battlefield. The fire runes clashed with each other in midair, quickly piecing together to form an ancient magical contract.
A strange wormhole appeared in the air under the power of this magical contract. Then, a thirty-ter long bright blue dragon erged from within and squeezed into this lower plane with much difficulty.
“I sll a stinking stench here. Master, do you need to fight for you so quickly?” The newcor was obviously Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms, who was having a smooth ti in Lance.
Arms couldn’t help but complain the mont he entered Henvic. It was apparent that he could not get used to the incredibly thin concentration of magical energy here.
Arms’ voice was loud. Even though he was not roaring intentionally, his overwhelming aura of might and his deafening voice washed across the entirety of Hakans. Of course, Greem and Cindral were the only ones who understood Dragontongue. The holy knights of Hakans only heard a long and fearso dragon’s roar, with no idea of what the dragon was saying.
The Gold Knight had intended to destroy the elentium magical machine in one fell swoop before returning to duel with the sly adept once again. However, just as he increased the pace at which he attacked the tall tal golem, the adept summoned yet another massive and mysterious dragon.
Even he started to panic!
Greem lifted his head and looked at the thunder dragon beating its wings and hovering above him. He exclaid loudly, “Arms, do you see this city before you? As long as you help exterminate that Third Grade knight, I will allow you to raid this city to your pleasing. Any treasure or wealth that you find will belong to you. I will not take a single portion of it!”
“You an it?” Arms already massive dragon eyes turned even wider when he heard Greem’s words.
He looked around. With the wealth of knowledge that the dragons possessed, he quickly assessed the size of the city before him and the possible wealth it contained. Naturally, he could tell that it was a large city, and a prosperous one even among other human cities.
Moreover, judging from the current situation, this city had yet to be visited by other dragons and was a ripe fruit bursting with wealth. It was the best target for a raid.
However, since this was a foreign plane, it was unknown how long Greem’s ‘weak’ Spirit could sustain his existence here. As such, Arms dared not delay. He lifted his neck and roared before flapping his wings and charging at the holy knights.
The dragon had yet to arrive, but his terrifying soundwave dragon breath had already descended!
Arms’ soundwave dragon breath was indeed an unusual ability. Most people that fought with him for the first ti would be blindsided because of this.
The intangible yet vicious soundwave quickly engulfed all the holy knights around the magical machine, forcing them to lift their hands to cover their ears. However, purple and black blood still leaked out of their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears.
The blessings of the holy knights were mighty. Though their hearts were ringing with pain and their organs were shuddering from the soundwave dragon breath, they still survived.
However, while they had managed to endure the soundwave, the horses beneath them could not!
Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms dove down and flew over the heads of the knights. The horses whinnied and collapsed to the ground where he passed; their organs had shattered to pieces. The knights were thrown to the ground.
Apart from the Third Grade Gold Knight, who had barely managed to shield his horse with holy light, all the other knights–the Second Grade Silver Knights included–had been dismounted.
A good chance.
Cindral couldn’t help but let out a roar and charge onto the battlefield as well.
“Greem, I’ve given my all in the battle today as well. Count a portion of the city’s wealth mine.”
The tiger opened his mouth slightly and spewed out several blazing hot fireballs as he ran forward, blasting and wounding the knights.
As a spellcaster, Greem would not charge forward like the flaming tiger, the thunder dragon, and the elentium magical machine. He stood tall amid the burning wreckage and waved both his hands. Fire spells quickly ford and ravaged the battlefield.
Scarlet Firestorm!
teor Shower!
Doomsday Volcano!
Explosive Fireball!
......
When a powerful fire adept was allowed to unleash his full might fearlessly, the entire battlefield and even the whole city would shudder and tremble!
The Third Grade Gold Knight, who had been tearing through the battlefield earlier, could finally no longer stand his ground against the attacks of four Third Grade powerhouses.
As the magical machine crushed his warhorse to pieces, Arms paralyzed him with a massive beam of lightning. Cindral then tackled him and blew him into the air, where Greem blasted him into oblivion with a teor Burst!
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