Age of Adepts

Chapter 926 Battle Against the Dragonflight

It was an uneven planar war!

The number of plane natives surrounding the adept army was dozens of times larger, yet they were at a disadvantage on the battlefield. In fact, there were even signs of the battle turning into an organized slaughter by the magical machines.

If the Crimson Clan had only still possessed those one dozen adepts, invading another world would probably have worn away at their numbers and eventually killed them. However, as the Crimson Clan established a powerful and complete magical machine army system, they possessed the ability to fend off repeated attacks from entire hordes of enemies.

Realizing that the natives alone could not move the adepts' defensive line, the dragon lords had no choice but to send forth the dragonborn and the Dragon Cultists.

These two forces were the largest foundation stones by which the dragon lords had successfully maintained their rule over the tens of thousands of years. However, now that their very livelihoods were at stake, these excellent subordinates had no choice but to step forward without fear for their lives.

The participation of the dragonborn and Dragon Cultists caused the atmosphere of the battlefield to boil over ever further immediately.

The magical machines had managed to keep the frontline outside of the defensive perimeter as they continued to kill the enemy with their exceptional melee and ranged combat capabilities. Moreover, the magic energy cannons on the chariots functioned as a field of fire, continually bombarding the enemies' route of attack and creating a no man's land all over the battlefield.

Yet, with the dragonborn army descending upon the battlefield and the rain of spells from the Dragon Cultists, the magical machines that functioned as the first line of defense started to falter.

Under Meryl's orders, many of the magical machines started to retreat. In their place, summoned creatures and newly crafted voodoo beasts roared and charged forward. Naturally, these minions could not stop the momentum of the dragonborn and Dragon Cultists. The defensive perimeter started to become increasingly unstable and shaky.

However, while the dragonborn and Dragon Cultists were tearing away at the adept perimeter, mixed amongst the crowd of plane natives, the Mothership and all the other goblin skyships had got into position above them. Black gun barrels had extended out of their hulls.

The next second, one thousand cannons fired in unison!

An even more massive flame halo appeared around the adept's defensive perimeter.

It was not the effect of a spell, but the magnificent sight caused by a thousand scattered energy fireballs erupting at the same moment.

To fully maximize the effect of this attack, the adepts had used the summoned creatures and voodoo beasts to draw the dragonborn and Dragon Cultist close to this line of extermination. It was only after many precise calculations that they conducted this indiscriminate bombardment.

Of course, the lethality of this operation was shocking!

This one all-out bombardment had wiped out thirty percent of the dragonborn and nearly half of the Dragon Cultists. No one paid any attention to the plane natives, but their losses were tremendous as well.

Such ferocious energy attacks stunned to the dragon lords to their core as well.

They knew very well the might of this bombardment. If these ferocious energy attacks landed on them, the First Grade dragons would not be able to escape unscathed. If they were unfortunate enough to be hit by more than five energy fireballs at once, they might just be killed on the spot. Such a blow would severely injure even the Second Grade dragons.

Perhaps only the Third Grade dragons could roam freely in such a terrifying and brutal battlefield. The other dragons could only plead for their lives!

However, the dragons weren't all foolish creatures with brawns for brains.

After such a long period of observation, they quickly discovered some of the 'flaws' of the adept faction.

After the large-scale bombardment, the density of cannon fire from the perimeter would experience seven minutes of 'low-tide.' Though the magical machines on the ground were still propping up the frontline, their firepower had been reduced by over forty percent.

The dragons also quickly locked onto a critical figure.

It wasn't Bug Adept Billis, who was uncontested on the ground, or the Third Grade human adept proudly standing above the Mothership. Instead, it was a three-meter tall metallic humanoid protected by both the golem dragon and the Mothership.

They knew that his role in the adepts' ability to defend against enemies a hundred times their number was immense, just by seeing the energy chains slithering about him and providing energy to the machines all over the battlefield!

One could claim that he was the one that was sustaining the entire magical machine army.

As such, the dragons circled as they roared and discussed their next strategy, even as they searched for defensive gaps in the adepts' formation. The five Third Grade dragons of the flight undoubtedly became the core of the entire group.

A crude and direct battle plan quickly formed as they bickered and roared.

There was no conspiracy or scheme. It was violent and straightforward, in accordance with the dragons' aesthetic and preference for violence!

Seven minutes later, yet another large-scale bombardment was unleashed, and a massive halo of death appeared on the battlefield once again.

The appearance of this death halo was like the dragons' call to battle. They let out short and crisp roars as all one hundred of them joined together to form a sea of dragons, beating their wings and roaring as they lunged at the Mothership.

To avoid falling into the Mothership and the golem dragon's web of firepower, most of the dragons kept a high altitude and relied on the Mothership to shield them from the golem dragon's attacks.

Two to three kilometers of distance was plenty for an ordinary person, but it was no more than two beats of a wing for the dragons soaring in the blue skies.

The intermediate and high-grade adepts of the Crimson Clan had been waiting for this for a long time. They narrowed their eyes, hearts beating uncontrollably.

Greem stepped forward and let out a battlecry, "Mary and I will occupy them; the rest of you fight with the Mothership behind you. Remember, never go more than two hundred and fifty meters away from the Mothership."

Alice stepped forward, dressed in her starry robe. She pointed her radiant Staff of Divination lightly at Greem and Mary, and two mysterious and beautiful clusters of starlight entered their bodies.

Fate Premonition!

It was a mysterious enhancement that could not be specifically described with words.

Whenever danger that threatened oneself descended, the one blessed with Fate Premonition would be able to sense the direction and intensity of the threat ahead of time.

This Fate Premonition was more accurate and provided a clearer warning compared to the ordinary Danger Sense and Future Sight.

That wasn't the end of it!

Alice borrowed the power of the Cards of Fate and focused her energy to enhance Greem and Mary with even more enhancements- Luck, Fate's Concealment, and Shield of Faith. Elementium Fairy Helen also waved her small magic wand to enhance the two of them with Enhanced Resistance, Rapid Reaction, Anti-Elementium Barrier, and four to five more barriers and enhancements of various effects.

Add to that Greem's own Lava Armor, Lava Shields, one dozen Inferno Shields, as well as Mary's blood aura defense, and the two were beaming with magical light. Beautiful, magical halos and orbiting elementium shields clashed with each other, letting out brilliant and blinding light into the air.

They looked at each as Greem stepped forward to grab Mary's waist. The next second, both of them instantly vanished in a pillar of blazing fire.

The flames erupted, and light pervaded the sky.

Greem and Mary appeared in the path of the dragonflight's charge.

They looked at each other deeply once again before abruptly splitting off. At that same moment, a dozen dragon breaths of various colors and attributes swallowed their afterimages.

Greem was flying quickly through the sky.

It was not precisely flying anymore. Instead, Greem was gliding rapidly with the dozens of small flame jets installed all over his lava armor. That was why Greem's flight was several times faster than an ordinary Fly spell.

Regardless of how arrogant and wild he was, he would never dare to charge into the midst of the dragons. Instead, he chose to move around the dragonflight, using Magma Fireballs to disrupt the rhythm of their flight.

The five Third Grade dragons could ignore an instant-cast Magma Fireball from a Third Grade adept, but that was not a luxury the other dragons could afford. If those First Grade dragons were hit by one of these erupting fireballs, they would instantly fall from the sky, howling in agony from their scorched and burned body.

Even the Second Grade dragons would pay a heavy price if the Magma Fireballs hit them square!

The massive dragonflight was thrown into chaos just by Greem's appearance. All the First Grade dragons hastily dodged while the Second Grade dragons circled about and retaliated with short bursts of dragon breath.

Only the five Third Grade dragons roared and rushed ahead to close the distance.

One had to admit that the excessive size of the dragonflight was a burden to them as well.

Greem could freely rain destruction amidst the dragons. The other dragons could do nothing to him as long as he avoided the five Third Grades. Meanwhile, the five Third Grade dragons had to avoid the panicking First Grades scurrying past them and were dragged into a game of cat-and-mouse.

In just thirty seconds, Greem had sent three small dragons crashing from the sky. There were plenty more who had been injured by the flames and shards of magma.

On the other side of the battlefield, Bloody Queen Mary had become a crimson devil, charging into the dragonflight and tearing wounds into the small dragons with her quick movements and rapid slashes.

Two of the five Third Grade dragons had no choice but to split off, leading seven or eight Second Grade dragons in close pursuit of Mary. They used their furious breaths to eliminate one hyper-realistic afterimage after another.

For a moment, the dragonflight was thrown into utter chaos!