The Wizarding Age

Grimm walked leisurely on the all-metal bridge hanging high above the waist of the steel fortresses.

The whistling wind blew over the bridge, blowing the robe on Grimm's body and revealing the dark red fire dragon armor underneath.

The bridge is 5 meters wide, solid and thick, enough for a large number of metal magic machines to move quickly on it.

There is a handrail more than one meter high on the side of the bridge. Standing on the edge and looking down, you can see countless ups and downs, strange steel buildings with a strong metal punk style, and densely packed aliens moving around like tiny ants.

The Eternal City relied on its indestructible steel fortresses and terrible magic artillery to drive away batches of dragon lords who came to conquer it. With its powerful military force, it established a steel city that will never collapse in the Lance plane where dragon lords are everywhere.

No matter in which plane, as long as you can show your powerful military force, you will welcome countless admirers and followers.

When the Eternal City proved its strength with an iron-blooded style, the natives of the planes who were deeply oppressed by the dragon clan naturally ran to join them with great joy. This also made the influence and prestige of the Eternal City quickly spread throughout the Lance plane.

So, as Grimm saw, in addition to thousands of combat magic machines, there are also hundreds of thousands of huge indigenous tribes living in the Eternal City. They are like weeds, shrubs or vines parasitic on the periphery of the Eternal City, relying on a little charity and leftovers to survive.

If you want to get along well and want your tribe to rise, you must join the Eternal City and join the indigenous peripheral troops under the Split Brain Gru.

Using this method, Split Brain Gru only used a very small number of resources to attract a large number of indigenous troops with various strange combat capabilities.

Now, with the order of Gru, the whole Eternal City was boiling. Groups of metal magic machines and indigenous warriors poured out from various buildings of the Iron Fortress and rushed madly towards the strange wizard with black hair and black pupils standing on the metal trestle.

After passing the initial stage of the elemental wizard, he initially raised his own power to the rule level, and the strange appearance characteristics formed by the overflow of elements or the projection of power in the past were slowly disappearing. At this moment, Grimm was actually the closest to his soul source form.

The element precipitation on the dark red hair had faded, revealing a bright and soft black base. The overflow of fire elements no longer existed, and Grimm's pupils had returned to black, but some scattered red dots could be vaguely seen around the pupils.

If someone could magnify these red dots, they would be shocked to find that they were strange runes burning with tiny flames. Moreover, with the changes in Grimm's psychology and emotions, these tiny runes were also constantly changing.

Grimm walked slowly on a long metal trestle, crossing from a towering metal fortress to the distant steel tower.

Although there are numerous steel fortresses here and the metal trestle here is as dense as a spider web, Grimm will never get lost once he comes here. Therefore, his goal is to go straight to the core of the Eternal City, the steel hall where the alien brain Gazlowe hides.

Seriously speaking, Grimm just came to find Gazlowe to reminisce about the past!

Although the other party did too many things that made Grimm "unsatisfied" in the past years, that was in the past after all. With Grimm's promotion this time, his perspective and pattern of looking at people and things are somewhat different from before.

That Gazlowe, as an ambitious crazy goblin, was able to transform himself into what he is now, which fully demonstrated his talent and brain. As a level 3 brain monster, sitting on a fortified city, even if Grimm replaced him, he might not be willing to be a wizard slave.

Therefore, Grimm can fully understand its restlessness and resistance.

But understanding does not mean acceptance!

In the past, Grimm, to be honest, did not have the absolute power to suppress or force the level 3 brain monster to surrender. Both sides just chose to pretend to be acquiescent out of the wisdom of "both sides benefit from unity and both sides suffer from separation".

And the level 3 brain monster also took advantage of this opportunity to do many things that harmed the interests of the Crimson Family.

Of course, Grimm knew this very well, but he chose to endure it silently, just to avoid forcing the level 3 brain monster out of the family and prevent the family from losing the Lance plane with huge dragon resources.

But now, Grimm is already a level 4 wizard, and the power comparison between the two sides has lost the balance of the past. Therefore, what he could tolerate in the past, Grimm can no longer tolerate now.

He came here with only one purpose, which is to bring the level 3 brain monster back into the control and management of the family. If the other party is ignorant of the current situation, then Grimm does not mind showing his new power to the enemy "a little bit".

Listening to the shrill sirens ringing over the Eternal City, and watching the dense battle magic machines and the black masses of native warriors rushing out of the metal fortresses and fortresses, Grimm couldn't help but open his mouth slightly in surprise.

He thought of the resistance of the level 3 brain monster, but he didn't expect the other party's resistance to be so fierce...

This is almost a completely hostile state!

What on earth is that level 3 brain monster thinking? It is so sure that it can force him back, and it doesn't even leave itself the necessary room for easing. Does it think that Grimm dare not kill it?

Thinking of this, Grimm's black eyes narrowed.

He had a feeling that this matter was not simple, as if there was an invisible big hand pushing and controlling something. Otherwise, with Gazlowe's cowardly character, he would never do things so decisively!

However, all doubts can only be answered one by one afterwards. Now, what Grimm needs to face is the thousands of "enemies" rushing onto the metal trestle.

In order to see Gazlowe, Grimm may first need to clear out these annoying guys one by one.

Gaga Gaga...

With a noisy and piercing strange scream, the first group that rushed up was not the metal magic machines densely covering the city, but a team of 170 harpies.

They are both male and female, all with human-like bodies, but with eagle wings and claws, torso, and only dense gray-brown bird feathers growing at the ends of their limbs. Their upper arms were replaced by a pair of eagle wings, and two claws grew under their bodies, tightly grasping a three-meter-long lance.

The lance was made of wood, and the front end was sharpened into a spike.

The harpies were holding these wooden lances at the moment, flapping their wings desperately, and charging at Grimm with screams.

Grimm's black eyes swept over them, and his eyes were full of undisguised contempt.

They were just a group of apprentice-level guys. There were not many wizard-level individuals in the huge team. Such weaklings were also qualified to charge at a 4th-level wizard?

Too lazy to fight with such "garbage", Grimm silently supported the burning field.

As the dark red sky enveloped the nearly 1,000-meter radius around Grimm, all the harpies who broke into it and the subsequent indigenous warriors quickly burned and turned to ashes amid shrill and terrified screams. The steel buildings and metal trestles included in the dark red sky began to glow red and even melted under the astonishing high temperature and invisible flames.

Once the burning field appeared, the Eternal City quickly extinguished the idea of ​​relying on many indigenous creatures to beat Grimm. Without super high magic resistance above level 2 and special flame protection, any creature entering the burning field will have to endure the terrifying flame damage of up to 210 degrees per second.

Let alone these naked plane natives, even the level 2 wizards with a full set of resistance can't withstand this kind of continuous wear and tear.

Almost instantly, the original aggressive attack momentum was suppressed.

The plane natives screamed wildly and rushed into the dark red sky, and then quickly burned into ash. Whether it was an ordinary individual or those famous indigenous strongmen, as long as they entered the dark red sky, they would inevitably be burned to ash with a bang after a few steps.

After seeing so many scenes like this, the latecomers were frightened.

They gathered in front of the dark red sky, watching with horror as the terrifying light film advanced step by step. They had lost the courage to continue charging, and they were huddled together in front of the light film, shrinking back desperately.

Occasionally, a few unlucky people were bumped into the light film by the crowded team. Before they could turn around and flee in fear, their whole bodies burst into endless flames under the gaze of many eyes, and turned into ashes in an instant.

The natives were finally scared!

Although they were brave, it did not mean that they were stupid; although they were fearless, it did not mean that they were willing to run to die for no reason...

Therefore, when a fearful native of a plane screamed and turned to run away, all the natives of the plane could not help but follow and collapse.

There was no way, the "demon" they faced was too terrible, and their strength was too weak.

Let alone hurting that 'demon', with so many of them combined, I'm afraid they don't even have the courage to face him!

Grimm walked forward leisurely on the metal trestle without a care, and the dark red sky he held up drove the plane natives away like driving cattle and sheep, and the army was in disarray.

At this moment, a group of plane natives had just escaped to the middle of the metal trestle, and were shot into sieves by dense rain of bullets and hissing energy rays. Then the next moment, a team of battle magic machines with clanging metal and neat formations marched in neat steps, stepping over the corpses and the wounded who were crying in pain, and approached Grimm in the distance step by step.