Age of Adepts Chapter 643 Invading the Deck

A Third Grade elven G.o.d messenger?

Having overcome her initial panic, Uzzah finally regained her calm in the face of these new enemies. The unique arrogance and overbearing aura of a Third Grade dark witch finally started to show.

Even though all elven G.o.d messengers were backed by a powerful deity, the display of their power was still entirely reliant on the skills of the messengers themselves as long as the G.o.d couldn't personally enter this plane. If the elven G.o.d messenger were well-trained, then the power that the deity could exert using their body would be that much stronger. However, if the G.o.d messenger had poor foundations, then there were strict limits on the power that the G.o.d could unleash, even if they were to descend as an avatar.

On the other hand, the witches had never seen the combat professions of Faen as their equals.

The essential power of the fighters of Faen was substantial. Many of them also possessed fairly powerful innate abilities. However, they were too inferior to the otherworldly witches when it came to battle will and means of murder.

The witches of the World of Adepts were like veteran soldiers that had traversed hundreds of corpse mountains and oceans of blood, while the combat professions of Faen were so pure that they were like rookies that had just set foot on the battlefield. Their courage was commendable, and their spirits were high, but this was merely foolishness and ignorance in the eyes of the witches.

The elven army before them seemed powerful and intimidating. However, upon close inspection, one would find that the only one in the army that could threaten Uzzah was that Third Grade elven G.o.d messenger. The other elves were either First Grade or Second Grade. This army could hardly be called an elite corps of the elven kingdom.

With this understanding in mind, the previously concerned Uzzah immediately calmed down.

The elves had just arrived here. They saw the wrecked battlefield beneath them and immediately let out deafening roars and battle cries. They then swarmed toward the flying ship.

Greem and Alice, who were within the crowd, immediately exchanged looks. They stomped their feet, and the flying ship trembled slightly; a semi-translucent energy forcefield activated around the vessel. The forcefield blocked the first wave of attacks fired by the elves.

The one hundred elves had also been stalled a hundred meters away from the flying ship by the sudden barrage that had engulfed them.

Even though this energy forcefield was large and resilient, it still appeared to be somewhat frail under the attacks of so many elven powerhouses.

Violent and ferocious elementium explosions continuously flashed upon the energy forcefield, causing the semi-translucent barrier to tremble and shudder violently. If one were to pay attention, they would hear the cracking sounds of the energy barrier at its limits from the immense pressure.

"Everyone strike in unison. Stop these elves and buy time for the energy barrier to recover." Uzzah lifted her head and shouted. Dense smoke that was black as ink surged out from within her black robe and condensed into a ma.s.sive red-eye crow beneath her feet.

Ga! Ga! Ga!

Uzzah was lifted into the skies by the red-eye crow as the bird cried. She charged out of the energy barrier like a flash of lightning.

Three elven arrows flashing with magical light greeted her the moment she exited the barrier. Three nature magics of different colors followed closely behind the bolts. Even further away was an overwhelming wave of spells that was as ferocious as a storm of elementium.

None of those who could follow the G.o.d messenger here to purge the heretics could be weaklings. Even the weakest one among the one hundred elves had the power of a First Grade. When they gathered together, they turned from frail strings into a firm rope. That ferocious momentum of their attacks upset even Uzzah, the Third Grade Dark Witch. She felt like her heart skipped a beat.

Uzzah stomped her feat wickedly, and the humongous red-eye crow opened its sharp beak. A large slit opened in the bird's mouth as it released a terrifying soundwave that was visible to the naked eye into the world.

Ga!

This fearsome soundwave spread out rapidly in the air, like ripples in the water. It instantly engulfed most of the s.p.a.ce within a distance of a hundred meters in front of it. The front half of the elven army couldn't help but clasp their ears when this sharp and ear-piercing cry reached them. Purple-black blood streaked down their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

The attacks shooting toward Uzzah also mysteriously dissolved, like boiling water thrown at snow!

Pupupu!

Much like dumplings dropped into a pot, almost three dozen of the high-spirited elves immediately fell out of the skies, temporarily robbed of their combat ability.

"Third Grade witch."

"Careful, she's a Third Grade witch."

"Everyone avoid her."

For a moment, the elven army ran about in a panic, completely devoid of their initial momentum and recklessness.

"What's there to panic over? Leave this Third Grade witch to me; you people, deal with the rest of them." The Third Grade Elven G.o.d Messenger Xenia stood firmly behind her troops and roared furiously. She stepped upon the empty air and strode toward the scary-looking Third Grade witch.

Almost as if they knew the colossal effects of the aftershocks of their battle upon the battlefield, the two Third Grades rapidly increased their alt.i.tude as they closed in on one another.

Soon, the two powerhouses had vanished in the skies above. The only indicator of the danger and intensity of their battle was through the constant vibrations of elementium and energy from the air above.

The remaining elves looked at each other and let out a battle cry, gathering together and once again charging at the flying ship.

There were one hundred and twelve elves, eleven of which were Second Grades, and one hundred and one who were First Grade.

In a mere three seconds, Greem had obtained the numbers of the enemy with the Chip's scans. In the face of such a powerful elven army, the witches would probably be utterly crushed without the flying fortress that was the flying ship.

However, even with the flying ship, the enemy forces and their combined power would not need more than two to three minutes to break through that thin energy forcefield. As such, the flying ship had to retreat quickly into the distance when placed in such a dangerous situation. As it withdrew, the cabin doors opened. All the Archers were thrown onto the deck such that they could use their firepower to force away any enemy that tried to get close.

Of course, the flying ship's most effective weapons were still those terrifying magic energy cannons.

However, as this flying ship still utilized a conventional s.p.a.ce furnace as its core energy source, its energy output was limited. If energy were drawn and invested into the magic energy cannons, then the mobility and energy defenses of the ship would be significantly reduced.

Given the dangerous situation they were in, the flying ship's energy forcefield would probably be breached by the elves before the magic energy cannons could complete charging. That was why the only thing that the flying ship could do was send all the magical machines to the deck and have them stall the enemy's attacks with their hail of bullets.

The witches weren't idling while the ship was being pushed to its limits. They gathered in small temporary groups of two or three and took up various corners in the deck, using their cruel and wicked spells to attack the pursuing elves.

Dragonborn Zacha might have been badly wounded during the battle of Jintha'Alor, but he couldn't continue treating his wounds when things were so dire. He endured the pain and rushed onto the deck.

"You stay and protect Alice!" Greem immediately gave Zacha this slightly easier order.

Zacha might be unquestionably loyal, but he was far too brave and honest in battle.

He hadn't needed to try so hard during the battle in Jintha'Alor. All he needed to do was stall the two young unicorns, and his companions would naturally have come and reinforced him once the other fights had resolved. Yet, he had very honestly given it his all and relied on his power alone to beat the two unicorns within an inch of their lives.

In exchange, he ended up terribly wounded and on the edge of death as well!

If it wasn't for the stockpile of rare magical herbs and potions that Greem owned, his wounds might have been challenging to treat.

It was precisely because of how straightforward and honest Zacha was that Greem didn't dare to let him out any longer for this fight. He could only have him stay by Alice's side. This way, he could ensure Alice's safety while also making sure that Zacha didn't get injured any further due to his straightforward nature!

Having given his orders to Zacha, Greem looked around the deck. He silently used his authority to send the magical machines closer to the Crimson adepts and the Fate Witches. It was only once he had arranged everything that he roared and transformed into a towering and wicked Flame Fiend. The Flame Fiend of Terror also appeared by his side at the same time.

The two five-meter tall Flame Fiends emerged simultaneously upon the deck, instantly drawing the attention of the elves chasing behind the flying ship.

The two flame humanoids walked toward the stern with heavy steps under the horrified gazes of the elves. They raised their arms upon stopping and worked together to cast a fearsome Flame Pillar that engulfed the entire area.

A thick pillar of fire that connected the heaven and earth appeared, with the flying ship at its very center. Frightening flame shockwaves then blasted outward in every direction.

These flame shockwaves had reached a basic attack power of one hundred and ninety points.

t.i.t was already severe damage beyond the limitations of most First Grade elves!

The pitiful cries and painful grunts of the elves rang out in the skies.

Some of the weaker elves even caught fire.

"Dammit, we can't let these two flame beings continue their reckless attacks." A few Second Grade elves in the elven army mumbled and quickly responded.

Three elven deadshots stood tall upon the back of their hippogryphs. Their bodies were as still as a mountain while they drew the elven longbows in their hands into a full moon. They uttered low grunts as a tide of arrows spilled out from the fingertips of these three elven deadshots. These arrows shot toward the energy forcefield like flashes of lightning.

Even though there were only three elven deadshots, they had used their terrifying attack speed to replicate the might of a hundred-men archer squad forcibly.

The dense explosion of enchanted arrows concentrated incredible force in a small arrow of no more than one meter. It instantly shattered the thin energy forcefield.

The next second, the elves that had been lying in wait braved the impact of the energy storm and charged up onto the deck of the flying ship!