Age of Adepts

"Oliven, if you don't act now, then you will have no share in this dragon!"

Even during this intense time-sensitive battle, Greem still didn't forget to roar furiously at Oliven, who was moving around the outside of the battlefield.

Of course, he made sure to use mental messages when doing so.

The whole point of paying such a high price to hire her was to capture this Second Grade fire dragon in a single move. Yet, despite how fierce the fight had become, she still had not moved. It was no wonder that Greem was absolutely furious.

"What are you in a rush for," Oliven was still walking in circles around the main battlefield, cloaked in her black cape, "If this stupid dragon senses my aura, there's no doubt it will try to escape with all it has. Who amongst us can stop it, with its powerful strength and physique?"

"Then what's your plan?" Greem was practically screaming now.

"Inflict some more wounds on it. It's best if the wounds can limit his movements."

"I'll trust you one more time. Thirty seconds… if you don't act within thirty seconds, this deal of ours is off."

Greem might be leaving mean words, but he wasn't idling about.

He appeared behind the fire dragon's giant body with a Fire Teleportation and bent down to avoid the slender tail whipping at him. Elaborate magical chants came out of his mouth like a machine gun, and a barrage of magma fireballs whistled toward the dragon like meteors, blasting the dragon's side.

The fire dragon's magic resistance allowed it to be utterly immune to the fire damage of the magma fireballs, but he couldn't avoid the magma shards that shot out after the explosions.

Greem's violent attack blew away a large patch of dragon scales on the right side of the dragon's body, leaving wounds of various sizes and turning his torso into a bloody mess. Of course, these were only flesh wounds. Though it covered a large area and looked reasonably serious, he had done no damage to the vital organs.

Even so, this attack was still a severe blow to the fire dragon!

Bamler howled in agony and pulled out his horn from the Flame Fiend's chest, bright red from being burned by the lava, and turned to bite at Greem.

Greem relied on the Fire Teleportation to flee, consecutively dodging four charges and bite attempts from the fire dragon. In the end, he didn't manage to avoid everything. A brief dragon's breath hit him and blew him against a stone wall.

The fire dragon wanted to rush ahead and follow up with more attacks, but he was stopped by an equally berserk Goblin Shredder. After exchanging a few violent blows, the massive Shredder was once again blown away by the fire dragon, who was the larger of the two.

Mary, who had been moving around the fire dragon all along, immediately struck the moment the Shredder vanished.

In a frontal confrontation, Mary's 'weak' offensive power would probably be insufficient to displace a single scale. However, with the numerous injuries that Greem and the others had created, the terror of Mary's attacks started to show, bit by bit.

Mary's crimson silhouette moved about the perimeter like a phantom. She would charge onto the fire dragon while he was dealing with other attacks and could not defend himself and inject clouds of blood mist into his exposed flesh. Regardless of how high the dragon's magic resistance was, he could not possibly have forged his body to be utterly impervious to all poison and acid.

The moment the blood energy entered Bamler's body, it started to recklessly attack all blood vessels and organs under Mary's vague manipulation. Though the pulsating fire elementium would neutralize most of the blood energy in the fire dragon's blood and muscles, the damage it dealt before vanishing was enough to make the fire dragon suffer immensely.

At this point in the battle, it seemed like both parties were ending up injured and losing!

A group of adepts had surrounded the fire dragon in his lava hall, and his wounds were fairly grievous as well. Still, while Greem's Crimson adepts had suffered no casualties yet, their injuries were no better than the dragon's.

If this situation kept up, victory could go to either side!

At this moment, Oliven, the trump card, finally struck. And her very strike instantly caused Second Grade Fire Dragon Bamler's attitude to turn completely.

Oliven cast away the obstructive black robe and revealed her agile assassin's garb underneath it. Her body then flashed as she charged right at the fire dragon.

Even during the most intense moments of the battle, Fire Dragon Bamler had still been paying full attention to every change on the battlefield.

The black-robed individual who had been staying out of the battle had attracted his attention a long time ago, but he had only not attacked them because he didn't want to make another enemy.

Seeing that the enemy was charging right at him, Bamler immediately forced the annoying Mary away with his long tail and raised his body, opened his mouth, and unleashed a sudden flame breath to devour Oliven's slender frame.

To be brutally honest, the only one in this lava hall who dared to deal with the fire dragon's breath head on would be Greem, the fire adept. Everyone else had no choice but to flee and hide in the face of this terrifying dragon's breath. Even a metal lump like the Goblin Shredder would face the risk of having its metallic joints melted and stalling if it were bathed in the breath for more than a dozen seconds.

A slender assassin like Oliven who was not protected by any magical defenses would probably have her physical defenses consumed in less than three seconds.

That was why everyone's heart skipped a beat when they saw Oliven being drowned in that ferocious breath. She had been everyone's hope. Even a leader as calm and composed as Greem felt a skip in his heart.

Yet, the next second, the miraculous scene that unfolded made everyone gasp in wonder!

The mysterious Oliven had curled into a ball and pulled the cape on her back over herself. She had used that thin fabric to resist this fire dragon's breath, worth four hundred and sixty points of magical damage. Once her body had passed through the attack, Oliven let go of the cape and unfolded her stance. Her hands reached to her waist and grabbed the two dragontooth daggers.

LIke Mary, Oliven walked on the path of high Agility. That made it such that their Strength and Physique could not be too high. Trying to pierce a fire dragon's scales with such 'weak' Strength was impractical thinking!

Surprisingly, this time was different. Mary's close-range strikes had only left her scrambling and escaping in a hurry. Yet, Oliven betrayed everyone's expectations. The daggers in her hands seemed like they were cutting through butter. They instantly pierced through the fine scales on the fire dragon's neck and left a half-meter-long cut on it.

Bamler winced in pain and roared. He extended his neck and tried to chase and bite at the swift silhouette. However, Oliven was like a dancing fairy, dodging left and right away from the fire dragon's fangs with ease. The daggers in her hands were like legendary weapons that could cut through anything. A simple stab would leave a bloody hole, and a simple slash would leave behind a bleeding trail.

These once impenetrable dragon scales were as frail as tofu before Oliven's hands. They could not even resist a single 'touch' from her.

Bamler's multiple attempts to retaliate were ineffective, and even the dragon's aura of might that had always worked was useless against this female assassin. As he roared in anger, his snout sniffed a few times, and his face turned dramatically.

"Dragon devourer…you are a dragon devourer!"

Fire Dragon Bamler didn't take too long to match this assassin to the terrifying enemy in the legends of dragons.

Dragon devourers. They were a strange race and profession that all dragons hated to no end.

Be they male, female, young, or old. Once they became a dragon devourer, they were the enemies of all dragons across the multiverse.

As dragon devourers, they typically appeared no different from ordinary individuals. Only when they fought with dragons would they reveal all sorts of remarkable abilities. If a dragon devourer's magic resistance were typically one point, then their magic resistance would be ten points when they fought a dragon.

The tough dragon scales on the surface of a dragon's bodies were as thin as paper and as soft as tofu in the eyes of dragon devourers.

Dragon devourers that had not grown into power might not be scary!

After all, even the strongest of ants couldn't possibly bite a buffalo to death.

However, once a dragon devourer had gathered power through devouring dragons, they were the most terrifying existence to the dragons!

Every dragon they consumed would allow them to obtain that dragon's magic resistance and growth potential perfectly. By the time they ran into the next dragon, their magic resistance wouldn't just be ten times their previous resistance, but twenty or thirty times that.

An individual who was not afraid of a dragon's aura of might or a dragon's breath and who could ignore the defenses of a dragon; how could the dragons not be terrified!?

Even more astounding was the fact that a dragon's everything, be it their wealth, treasures, or even their flesh, blood, bones, and tendons, would all become the nutrition of the enemy if they were defeated. And they wouldn't even get the chance for their souls to return to the Dragon God's embrace.

Upon discovering Oliven's identity as a dragon devourer, Bamler immediately switched to escaping.

Sadly, Greem had already predicted this outcome.

While Bamler was enduring Oliven's unrestrained attacks as he fled, Greem brought the badly injured Zacha and the dented Shredder to block his path. Behind Greem, Mary and the two grievously wounded blood knights formed the second defensive line.

Meanwhile, the fire dragon had already destroyed the Flame Fiend of Terror. It had reverted to its core form and rolled into a corner of the hall. It seemed it could not be used again unless it was brought back and fixed.

"Move." The flustered and exasperated fire dragon could only use his ferocious dragon's breath once again to open up a path.

Unfortunately, this time, no matter how hard he tried and even if he coughed up his lungs, he could not make Greem take one step backward. The fire adept had gritted his teeth and was standing his ground. Greem's palms had also been carbonized after forcefully fending off the violent breath of a Second Grade fire dragon.

Bamler flew into a rage and tried to charge his way through.

At this moment, the Shredder had run to his back and grabbed his slender tail, pulling and anchoring him to the spot. Zacha raised his Frozen Mallet and his lightning spear, smashing the two injured hindlegs of the fire dragon.

Mary and the two blood knights took to the air and threw all of their attacks at the dragon's large eyes.

For a moment, the fire dragon could not escape the fetters of the adepts, no matter how he roared and struggled.

Oliven once again dove down from behind the fire dragon.

This time, her target was Bamler's highly raised head.