Age of Adepts Chapter 1465 - Devastation

Chapter 1465 Devastation

By the time Greem arrived at the battlefield, the fighting was already over.

Rotten trees and a dozen times the number of voodoo beast corpses lay strewn across the vast forest. Most of the bodies had been shredded to pieces or smashed into indistinguishable messes of flesh and blood.

The battlefield had been roughed up. You could see odd-shaped corpses and signs of elementium devastation everywhere.

Greem wore a skin-tight leather suit. An intricate cloak decorated with purple and black patterns wrapped around him. Two strands of his dark red hair fluttered outside his hood, making him appear all the more handsome and das.h.i.+ng.

Greem stepped upon the scorched and smoldering earth as he walked across the battlefield.

He walked for another few kilometers and finally saw a large cave under the cliff, hidden under dense foliage and vines.

It was a dark and lightless cave.

The pa.s.sage into the tomb extended downward at a slope. At a single glance, it was impossible to see where it ended.

The adepts walking at the very front had already put up illumination stones on both walls of the pa.s.sage. The soft white light dispelled the darkness and illuminated every inch of ground at their feet.

Along the way, you could see terrifying remnants left behind by detonated magical traps. The adepts’ steps rustled as they walked. The ground was covered not only in dust and sand, but also plenty of white bone dust.

Soon, Greem arrived at a small cave.

This room was somewhat larger than the pa.s.sage before. As such, a lot of other things could also be seen. There were incomplete pieces of dragon skeletons, as well as even larger pieces.

Everywhere, remnants of a bitter battle could be observed on the ground and walls. Several Third Grade bone dragons had already been torn into pieces by the vanguard force and scattered all over.

Greem even saw a completely dissolved skeleton in a corner of the room. The skeleton was soaking in a puddle of viscous and pungent green liquid, slowly being corroded and eaten away.

Judging by the skeleton’s appearance and how the bone dragon had been disposed of, this was the work of Remi!

Greem casually picked up a thick, one-meter-long bone. Blue light from the Chip flashed in his eyes, and he was able to obtain the bone dragon’s attributes.

[Beep. Third right-rib of a low-grade bone dragon.

Hardness: Second Grade.

Flexibility: First Grade.

Magic Resistance: Second Grade.

Elementium Density: First Grade.

Initial estimates suggest that the bone dragon was a Second Grade White Dragon in life. The dragon likely had low intelligence, and its breath was likely a frost breath.

[Furthermore, the technique used in crafting the bone dragon is extremely simple and crude. The craftsmans.h.i.+p is at the level of an apprentice. Due to imperfections in the craftsmans.h.i.+p, the bone dragon lost all of its magical abilities from life. Over 40% of its former combat power was also lost.]

Er, it seemed like the Chip’s appraisal of the dracolich’s craftsmans.h.i.+p was pretty poor!

It made sense too.

An isolated dracolich without a source of new knowledge would have to start from scratch. It would have to investigate, experiment, and attempt everything by itself with no external aid. It was only understandable given the circ.u.mstances.

Greem casually tossed aside the bone and led his elite subordinates to the end of the cave. Three identical pa.s.sages were arranged in a row here, and three strange runes were written with bones on top of the pa.s.sages.

A young adept was stationed in front of the entrances. He hastily came over and paid his respects when he saw Greem arrive.

“Have they gone in already? How’s the exploration going?” Greem asked casually.

“My lord, Lord Remi took the middle path, while Adept Garr took the left path. Adept Tasir took the right path. We have not received a report from any of them yet!” The young adept replied respectfully. The adept’s face had flushed red at being able to talk with an ultra-grade Great Adept in person. It was apparent he was incredibly excited.

Greem glanced at the pa.s.sages. A powerful spiritual fluctuation rippled outward and instantly filled all three of the pa.s.sages. It was searing hot, restless, faintly berserk, and seeped with a distant hint of pride and n.o.bility. That was how his Spirit felt!

His Spirit ignored the walls and the presence of any defensive forcefields. It transmitted throughout the pa.s.sages like an overwhelming flood and directly pa.s.sed by the other adept parties, who were making slow progress forward.

The ma.s.sive magical restrictions there were triggered, and a cold, desolate spiritual flux erupted, forcefully stopping Greem’s Spirit in its tracks.

“I don’t care where you are from, guest from another world. Please, leave! This is the tomb of dragons, where the ancient dragons rest. None other than dragons are allowed to visit…whatever your intentions, please turn back!”

Two powerful and ma.s.sive spiritual consciousnesses clashed within the tomb. The conflict’s tremendous force had nowhere to go and spread out through the walls, causing the entire place to tremble and dust to fall from above.

“Leave? Heh, I will naturally leave once I’ve stripped this place empty. However, when I leave, I do hope you, sir, will be willing to follow me. I am quite lacking in capable subordinates at the moment, and you seem suited to serve me,” Greem laughed as he strode into the winding corridors.

Seemingly provoked by Greem’s arrogance, the desolate Spirit consciousness let out a roar. It had gathered all of its Spirit power and lunged at Greem.

“Hmph! You dare!” Greem grunted furiously as his searing will erupted without restraint, cras.h.i.+ng right into the approaching consciousness.

Dong!

An intangible shockwave rippled out on the spiritual level, enveloping every adept and living being within the tomb. No matter where they were, no matter what their grades was, their bodies trembled and their Spirits shook when the spiritual ripple reached them. Blood streaked down from their eyes, noses, and ears.

Some of the adepts below Second Grade even fell unconscious on the spot!

Even the Fourth Grade adept following behind Greem had to grit his teeth to endure that unbearable spiritual shockwave.

“Fifth…Fifth Grade. You’re…Fifth Grade?” Naturally, with this kind of unrestrained spiritual clash, it was always the weaker one that suffered. Greem’s Spirit was already so strong and concentrated that it could manifest in actuality. How could a peak Fourth Grade dracolich hiding in a remote corner of the world possibly compare to such power?

It was at this moment that the dracolich finally felt Greem’s true power in its entirety.

Fifth Grade…to think the invader was a Fifth Grade Great Adept!

No matter how much the dracolich regretted its actions right now, Greem simply continued walking toward the depths of the tomb.

The dracolich’s hoa.r.s.e voice did not die down. A short moment later, its voice could be heard again. “Who are you, b.a.s.t.a.r.d? Get out of the dragon’s tomb.”

A few loud disruptions could be heard in the mental message, and the dracolich’s spiritual fluctuation suddenly weakened. It then screamed, “Impossible! How is even your contracted servant a Fifth Grade…I’ll kill you!”

The spiritual flux ended abruptly here, replaced with Remi’s sinister mental message.

“Master, I’ve beaten down the dracolich. You had better hurry over to take a look!”

Oh? If this dracolich could pique Remi’s curiosity, it was certainly no ordinary creature. Greem hastily rushed over to the depths of the tomb out of curiosity.

Greem pa.s.sed through a strange gray barrier and arrived within an alternate dimension independent from Plane Gere.

This place was the true dragon’s tomb!

The sky was gray within this ma.s.sive s.p.a.ce and filled with the cold and sinister aura of death. The ground was black and the earth saturated with death energy, turning the whole world into a place of death.

If you took the earth here and spread it in any other grave, the corpses there would slowly transform into high-grade undead.

Hundreds of dragon skeletons were scattered all over the place.

The size of these skeletons varied. Some were only a dozen meters long, while others were as ma.s.sive as mountains, stretching far into the distance and out of sight. They might be of different tribes, but their corpses and souls had been buried here in death.

That was why the death energy here was so wild and intense that it rendered even Greem speechless!

Perhaps sensing the appearance of a living being, the death energy within the tomb began to grow restless. Clouds of gray mist occasionally transformed into the appearance of a raging dragon, which would release chilling dragon roars.

The entire tomb seemed to have turned alive with Greem’s appearance!

A dracolich crouched in the center of the tomb atop a square bone altar, seemingly bent over in pain. Its tattered and rotten bones had cracked, and several joints were covered in a slimy green liquid, causing it to be unable to move at all.

The dracolich was still struggling within the green mist. However, it could not escape the strange creature sitting on top of it– Remi, the Spirit of Pestilence.

Was this the dracolich that had clashed directly with his Spirit earlier?

Greem couldn’t help but take a few more interested glances at the dracolich.

It was a pureblood dracolich!

From its appearance alone, the dracolich looked like a giant lizard standing upright. Its curved spine made it only two meters tall in height, and it had a dark bone tail dragging along the ground. Its skull was hidden in the mist, making it difficult to see its true face.

Dracoliches were powerful spellcasters whose physical ability had regressed in exchange for amplified Spirit.

Unlike ordinary liches, dracoliches were mostly made of dragon bones. Consequently, they retained much of the dragon magic that they possessed in life. Even though their undead body could not actually wield Dragontongue magic, it still allowed the dracolich to master most dark magic through its own power.

Curse magic, death magic, shadow magic- as long as it was a type of magic powered by negative energy, the dracolich could easily wield or master it!

Unfortunately, this unusually powerful high-grade undead dragon had now become Greem’s prisoner. It no longer had hopes of escaping.