The Wizarding Age

It has to be said that immortality is a kind of ‘bug’ for the multiverse!

Whether it is a wizard or a god, as long as they cross that boundary, they can bring devastating damage to the world they are in with just a gesture.

Fortunately, today's battlefield is outside the boundary membrane, so the endless void within a radius of tens of thousands of meters is damaged.

The violent and ferocious fire element fills every corner of this world, and even the rule level is filled with the unruly elemental characteristics of the flame will. All other magical elements of all other pedigrees are squeezed out of this area. The only thing left on the entire battlefield is the crazy flame of ‘burning everything and incinerating everything’...

And such a battlefield is undoubtedly the most beneficial to Grimm.

Being in the endless flames, he doesn't even have to waste any strength to extend his will to every inch of space in the sea of ​​fire. And Garlon, who stood deep in the sea of ​​fire, was like being swallowed by him. Not only did he have to resist the burning of the powerful flames at all times, but he also had to be careful of Grimm's sneak attack from behind.

Therefore, when the sea of ​​fire suddenly appeared, he lost his divine sense of Grimm. In his sensory world, the entire sea of ​​fire was filled with the life breath of the hateful fire witch, which made it impossible for him to lock the specific location of the other party.

However, as a veteran seventh-level killing god, Garon Akadas can make such a big reputation, naturally he has some real stuff.

He waved the artifact battle axe, roared to the sky, and the body was filled with a sticky and violent fighting spirit. This violent and fierce fighting spirit penetrated into the rule system, and quickly took back part of the control of the void battlefield from the rampage of the fire element.

And he did it himself, throwing the axe in his hand suddenly, drawing a huge arc and flying back to his hand. This in and out, wherever the axe passed, the flames were extinguished, and the smoke rose everywhere, and the momentum of the violent flames that had been expanding wantonly was immediately suppressed.

After all, Garon is a god.

His entire body was condensed from the power of killing, and he was completely immune to most of the elemental damage in the world. If it weren't for the fact that some of the power of rules had seeped into the flames, I'm afraid that the sea of ​​fire in front of him would not be able to hurt his fur even if it burned for ten thousand years.

To deal with a god like him, only artifacts can cause huge damage. As for semi-artifacts, they may be a little threatening, but not fatal. Of course, if Grimm can research a suitable sixth-level witchcraft, it can also cause fatal damage to him.

So, Grimm is now facing such an embarrassing situation.

He took a shortcut before, using the Fire God Pearl to open a micro hole leading to the Fire Element Plane, and then used the authority of the flame authority to inject excessive amounts of fire elements into this empty battlefield.

If it weren't for holding on to the big and thick leg of the Fire Element Plane, it would be almost impossible for Grimm to overwhelm Garlon in the competition at the rule level.

However, after trapping the opponent with a raging sea of ​​fire, Grimm was embarrassed to find that he seemed to have no way to deal with this God of Killing.

He didn't dare to show up at all now.

Once Garlon locked onto his position, the artifact battle axe would definitely leave him with an unforgettable lesson! It was wishful thinking for him to resist the crushing of the seventh-level artifact with his newly forged molten body.

So, after hesitating for a moment, Grimm had no choice but to flee!

Of course, fleeing is fleeing, and he couldn't come in vain.

So, Grimm vented his anger on the group of "instigators".

At the edge of the raging sea of ​​fire, Grimm's kilometer-high molten body condensed again.

This time he did not choose to fight Garlon, but rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, roaring towards the group of elf gods who were watching the battle from afar.

Before people arrived, the fire arrived first!

Grimm raised his hand and pointed to the sky above the enemy, and a huge rolling and surging fire cloud was formed in an instant, and hot fireballs the size of millstones bombarded the bottom like howitzers.

An enhanced version of the fifth-level 'Fire Rain Meteor'...

In the past, Grimm would have to chant for a short time before such a spell could be cast. But now that he has the power of fire, the difficulty of casting has naturally decreased. Now it has not only become instantaneous but also has minimal loss of energy.

Such witchcraft is naturally a drizzle against sixth-level gods. The power is too dispersed and slow, and it is almost useless. But now it is used against a group of fifth-level 'false gods', and its power is instantly revealed.

"Asshole, let's kill him together..."

"Everyone be careful, don't resist, dodge quickly..."

As 'false gods' instead of 'true gods', their biggest weakness is that they don't have the nearly invincible 'divine shield'. Faced with the overwhelming fire attack, several elf gods dodged in all directions and hit the bombarding fireballs with their weapons.

Some fireballs exploded into flame shock waves as soon as they landed, while those that were blown up in mid-air turned into a rain of fire all over the sky... Once these flames mixed with the power of rules were touched, they could never be extinguished, and the damage they brought to the elves and gods could be imagined.

The first one to be unlucky was Yurga, the source of the forest. His pure and surging wood power encountered the nemesis of the fire of rules, just like an oil barrel encountering an open flame, which was instantly ignited and could no longer be controlled.

Seeing many of his men being burned horribly by Grimm's witchcraft, the Silsa clone who was resting on the side naturally couldn't stand it.

She teleported behind Grimm in an instant, and the 'Sharp Tooth' dagger in her hand turned into a group of wildly dancing elves, cutting hundreds of fine scratches in the blink of an eye.

Puff puff puff...

The molten body was scratched, and countless hot and boiling flowing magma gushed out.

If a normal person encountered such an attack, he would have been cut into hundreds of scattered corpses by the artifact dagger. But Grimm's molten body was a thousand meters high, and his entire back was as thick as a wall of fire that could not be seen at a glance. The damage caused by the 'Sharp Tooth' dagger barely scratched his skin, just like a giant being scratched on the finger by a brave and fearless warrior.

Grimm didn't care about this little damage.

He roared and waved his hand to drive away the annoying Saoirse who was as annoying as a mosquito, and strode towards the Farn plane not far away.

"Quick, stop him, don't let him rush into our world..." Seeing this scene, Saoirse was very anxious and couldn't help shouting loudly.

Unfortunately, there were very few gods who could really stop Grimm after hearing her words.

The archery god Mako quickly opened the demigod-level bow in his hand and burst out the most rapid attack in one breath.

Concentrated attack...

Three arrows in a row...

Five stars in a row...

An arrow piercing the heart...

Unfortunately, due to the limitation of his rank, all the attacks he launched had no other gains except to blast Grimm's broad back into a mess.

And this little damage was obviously not enough to stop Grimm.

At this moment, the only one who could stop Grimm in the field was probably the fire god Sinai.

But the latter was obviously working without effort.

He stood at the edge of the battlefield, hesitating, and was unwilling to confront the charge of the fire wizard head-on.

After all, for Sinai, the fire god bead was just used to assist in forging, and it was not that important, otherwise he would not have given it to his believers to engage in other world conquests.

He already had enough artifacts of his own, and if he sacrificed his sixth-level clone for an auxiliary artifact, it would really be a loss.

After trying the "flame deprivation" of the fire wizard, Sinai's own fire power had been suppressed to an extremely low level. Such a terrible thing was something he had never experienced since he became a god, so naturally he had a trace of fear and regret.

If he had known that this fire wizard was so difficult, he should not have been instigated by that "guy" to come here!

In fact, after watching the tragic battle between Grimm and the clone of the God of Killing, Sinai had already regretted it in his heart. If he hadn't had some face, I'm afraid Sinai would have patted his butt and left at this moment.

It was impossible to get the Fire God Pearl back by his own strength. Sinai could only hope that after the God of Slaughter killed Grimm, he would find a way to "redeem" the Fire God Pearl from Garlon.

So, looking at Grimm who had escaped from the main battlefield, Sinai was unwilling to get involved in this muddy water again. He could only dawdle on the periphery and wait for Garlon to escape on his own.

The Faen Plane, a medium-sized plane that has developed to the extreme.

If the Faen Plane is given another ten thousand years of development time, it is also very likely to be promoted to a large plane.

Perhaps it is because of this excellence that its fate has been ups and downs for nearly a thousand years, attracting such a powerful enemy.

Possessing such a huge amount of wealth but not enough protection power, this may be the saddest part of the Faen Plane!

Grimm rushed to the Faen Plane Membrane, and he gathered his hands together to summon a large amount of flame energy again, allowing it to condense and compress in his palms. When the flame energy is compressed and condensed to a certain degree, the annihilation light that destroys the world appears again.

The annihilation light is as thin as a bowl mouth, shining on the plane boundary membrane, which begins to melt and annihilate rapidly with the naked eye. Almost in the blink of an eye, a hole the size of a bowl mouth pierces the plane boundary membrane that is more than ten miles thick, opening a passage to the inside of the Faen plane.

Compared to Grimm's thousand-meter body, this passage is as thin as a needle tip, and it is impossible for him to pass through quickly. But Grimm seems to be unconcerned about this. He leans down slightly, puts his face in front of the hole, puffs up his chest and takes a deep breath, and then blows without hesitation...

And his strong and long blowing also set off a terrifying world-destroying fire disaster inside the Faen plane!