The Wizarding Age

Two completely different forces of law collided in mid-air.

For a moment, the void trembled, the law vibrated, and the alien space in front of them trembled a little.

At their level, every word and action, every anger and anger will cause unspeakable horror to the surroundings, not to mention the temporary alien space in front of them.

Fortunately, the two of them also knew how to restrain themselves. The external force was retracted as soon as it was touched, and they did not fight like a face-to-face fight. Therefore, the alien space only trembled slightly for a moment and then returned to normal.

But when the space returned to normal, they both had abnormalities.

A crying ghost face appeared strangely on Grimm's forehead, and he suddenly got in. Seeing this scene, the extremely feminine guy couldn't help but sneer sinisterly, as if he was going to make you look good.

But the next second, the ghost face that had drilled into Grimm's forehead popped out with a shrill scream, and turned into a puff of green smoke in front of everyone, while Grimm's expression remained the same, as if he was not affected at all...

Seeing this, the feminine man's face changed instantly, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "This, how is this possible? You have a spiritual artifact protection..."

You know, artifacts are hard to come by, and spiritual protection artifacts are even harder...

The guy opposite looked like he had just been promoted not long ago, and the energy fluctuations of the 6th level on his body were extremely weak. Such a guy would also have a spiritual amulet at the artifact level?

The feminine man was puzzled, so it was no wonder that he dared to make fun of Grimm.

But the next second, the feminine man noticed the abnormality of the eyes of the people around him. They glanced at him sideways, with a look of pity and contempt on their faces, and seemed to have sympathy.

What's going on...

What are they looking at...

The feminine man lowered his head, and then he saw a barely detectable swaying purple fire in the corner of his robe. It seemed to have existed here from time immemorial, burning quietly, swaying gently, without any strange sounds or fluctuations, as if it was just an illusory bubble.

The feminine man immediately understood that this was the trace of power transmitted by the other party at the moment when their eyes collided. He originally thought that he had dispersed and eliminated this power, but now it seems that the other party's power has not disappeared, but has shown a more bizarre appearance.

The feminine man's face instantly darkened.

As a psychic, he also used the moment just now to transmit a mental secret technique, intending to invade the other party's mind and make the other party kneel down and lick his toes obediently. But unexpectedly, his secret technique was smashed to pieces in the other party's mental realm, and the other party's extremely weird fire power was reflected on his body without compromise.

This also foreshadowed the hasty collision just now, in which he was completely defeated and the other party won a great victory!

Thinking of this, the feminine man's face became uglier.

Moreover, the longer the purple fire existed, the more face he lost…

The feminine man groaned, gathered a strong spiritual force in his hand, and slapped the insignificant purple fire. But what he didn't expect was that the weak purple fire that was still motionless a moment ago, after coming into contact with the spiritual force, was like pouring a bucket of oil on a bonfire, and it suddenly exploded and engulfed the entire robe on his body.

Although the robe he was wearing was also a witchcraft prop of a high level, it could not withstand the fierce burning of the purple fire. The robe turned to ashes in an instant, and the lining inside was also burned out, and the feminine man's mutated and twisted red body immediately appeared in front of people.

His skin was white enough, and his figure was tall, but his naked body was actually hermaphroditic, with female features on his upper body and standard male features on his lower body...

Such an "eye-catching" scene immediately caused a burst of amazement from the people around him.

The feminine man was extremely angry, and hurriedly condensed his spiritual power into a silver cloth robe to cover his body again. Unfortunately, the strange purple fire still stubbornly occupied a corner of his body. Sensing Grimm's spiritual power, it immediately turned into a raging flame and burned the new robe into ashes again.

"You..." This time, the feminine man could no longer suppress the surging anger in his chest. Silver light shone all over his body, and his spiritual power shook the void, as if he was about to fight.

But the next second, a deep voice resounded throughout the space.

"Enough... I invited you here to fight the enemy, not to fight an internal conflict!"

After saying that, three mysterious bosses of different forms tore through the void and appeared directly in front of everyone.

The leader was Irenwald, who had dealt with Grimm many times.

Three 7th-level wizards were in charge of this Latu plane. It can be seen that the top leaders of the organization really bet heavily here, waiting for the people from the Temple of Nature to fall into the trap.

Irenwald, male, 7th-level body refining wizard, short golden hair, beard, square face, firm expression, broad and solid body, abnormally strong limbs, and the skin on the surface of the body shone with a strange metallic luster as if it was coated with a layer of brass.

As soon as he appeared, he didn't need to speak at all. The tyrannical aura that was as solid as substance alone was enough to make people breathless.

And behind him, followed two equally imposing wizards.

On the left was a male wizard with a gloomy face and a thin face.

He was wearing a gray cloth robe, with a hemp rope tied around his waist, and a bulging cloth bag tied behind his waist. It was so gray that it didn't look like a witchcraft prop. His appearance is not unusual, even a little too ordinary, but whoever sees a pair of dead fish-like egg white eyeballs will involuntarily break out in a cold sweat.

Cromwell, male, level 7 conjurer (dark direction)...

On the right side is a beautiful lady wearing a graceful and gorgeous robe.

She didn't seem to deliberately transform her body or appearance, letting the long years leave traces of vicissitudes on her face. Although she is no longer as beautiful and charming as she was when she was young, her beauty is still there, and she can vaguely see her past charming appearance that captivated all sentient beings.

She wears a golden crown woven with thorns, which shines with the unique multi-colored light of super-level items. At a glance, she can tell that it is a high-level soul weapon, which has been closely linked to the life of the noble lady.

AnnaSophia, female, level 7 blood wizard (ghost)...

Greem looked at the three people who had crossed the border, and their information quickly appeared in his mind. Although it was not complete, their abilities and ranks were clearly marked. You know, even such rudimentary information cost Greem a lot of resources.

After all, the matter involves a super wizard, and any bit of information can be sold for a sky-high price!

Seeing the arrival of today's rightful owner, the wizards present all held their chests and saluted, paying deep respect to these powerful men who represented the top brass of the 'War Horn'. Even the guy who was both male and female could only bite the bullet and bow to a few people with his naked body, but the scene looked a little funny and absurd...

The three of them stood still and looked around the audience. When their eyes fell on the naked guy, the only witch Anna Sophia couldn't help snorting, showing great dissatisfaction.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and the strange purple fire that was tightly pinned to the opponent's body appeared in her palm, burning quietly, looking extremely calm and docile.

"The Law of Immortality... Humph!" The witch understood the underlying meaning of the purple fire with just a brief perception, and she extinguished the flame with a slight movement of her palms.

Greem saw the opportunity early and directly cut off the connection between his mind and the purple fire, thus avoiding the backlash. But the moment the purple fire was extinguished, he still felt a slight pain in his heart, as if he felt the oppression and crushing at the level of rules.

Without the entanglement of the purple fire, the guy who was neither male nor female immediately used the power of his mind to form a robe and wrap it around his body, thus avoiding the embarrassment and embarrassment of being naked.

Just relying on this skillful 'energy conversion' technique shows that the other party is at least a level 6 wizard.

With the 7th level boss holding the battle, the guy who was neither a man nor a woman did not dare to make a mistake. He could only glare at Greem with hatred. In addition to anger and hatred, there was also a trace of vigilance and fear in his eyes.

Being able to subdue himself silently in an understatement of the law, this fire wizard does have two skills, and is not someone who can be easily humiliated.

Thinking of this, the neither-male nor female guy suppressed the hatred in his eyes and moved his head away, never to look at Greem again.

Naturally, the three level 7 bosses didn't care about such an episode.

Ihrenwald cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Everyone gathered here today is not here to have a banquet and make friends, but to conquer the Latu plane in front of us... This is the core place that the Temple of Nature attaches great importance to, and it is absolutely necessary. I wonder if everyone here is ready to fight with those magicians?"

There are about sixty or seventy people scattered throughout the alien space, all of them super wizards who have taken that crucial step. Among them, there are three level 7 wizards, twenty-five level 6 wizards, and the rest are all level 5 demigods...

With such strength, a sudden attack on any large plane would be a life-or-death disaster for that plane, and there would be no chance of a favor at all. However, once a large area of ​​​​gods descend on the opposite side, the incarnations of gods gathered in a group are also the biggest enemies of plane invasion.

Therefore, it is not the natives in the plane who are afraid of being so solemn, but the gods who come to help!

Since everyone present dared to take on the red campaign mission, they were naturally powerful wizards with great abilities. They don't care about the danger or not, but they are afraid that they will be used in vain by the "War Horn" and become cannon fodder to fill the enemy's trap or bait to lure the snake out of its hole.

Therefore, after everyone was silent for a while, some people who couldn't hold back finally took the initiative to stand up.

"According to the agreement, the trophies captured in the plane belong to us personally. Is there no problem with this?" The person who stood up was a strange guy who was half human and half beast. He was obviously a sixth-level blood wizard. It is no longer possible to suppress the alienation and manifestation of the source of blood.

Judging from its appearance, the power of blood seems to come from the Devil Tiger lineage, but I don’t know which branch it comes from...