The Wizarding Age

It was a group of cavalrymen.

With the thunderous sound of horse hooves, a cavalry team of two or three hundred people broke into the wilderness and desperately reined in their horses three hundred meters away from the campfire of the two wizards.

This was an elite cavalry unit belonging to the Zambesi Empire, and the chest armor and shields of the team members were engraved with eye-catching logos. Unfortunately, Grimm and Sword Princess Katie were not citizens of the Zambesi Empire, and they had only been in this plane for a short time, so they had no way of knowing their identities and unit numbers.

However, even if they had the opportunity to know this information, Grimm and Katie would automatically ignore it.

The power level of this plane is simply incomparable to the wizard world, and as a result, the traditional force of this plane has become the object of contempt for the two wizards.

Although Grimm and Katie could not exert their 100% strength in the Envik plane, they were confident that they could kill any native level 3 who appeared in front of them with their strong combat ability and endless strange witchcraft.

As for those low-level plane natives, they would kill as many as they came, without caring about the number of the other party. As long as they can keep the mobility of coming and going freely, is there any creature in this plane that can keep them?

It is with this strong confidence and strength that Grimm and Katie faced the aggressive Knights of the Zambis Empire, not only without any intention of retreating and avoiding, but turned around and looked at them with interest.

The ones coming are the Knights of St. Martin stationed in the largest city nearby, Hakans.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a full beard, a shaved head, and a strong but not clumsy body. His cold face is full of fortitude, and an ancient and old knight armor is overturned on his straight and majestic body. The knight emblem with sword and shield overlapping on his chest makes it easy to guess his true identity, Kent, the branch leader of the Knights of St. Martin.

Such a large elite knight group, led by a mere 2nd-level silver knight.

Although the dazzling light of magic power can be seen everywhere on their bodies, they are all wearing magic armor and holding magic weapons, but without the support of the third-level strongmen, they are still a group of ants that can be easily killed in the eyes of the two wizards.

These St. Martin knights seemed to have no idea of ​​the level of the two wizards. After arriving at the scene, they all dismounted and reorganized their formation 300 meters away, and then approached the bonfire step by step in a serious battle.

Less than 100 meters away from the two bonfires, the knight team hesitated for a moment, then adjusted the direction and slowly surrounded Grimm. The dozen knights who stayed at the end of the team did not dismount, but faced the direction of the sword girl Katie to maintain the charge formation, looking alert to the other party's actions.

Pity the weak? Or choose the weak to devour?

Grimm couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and angry that this group of ants actually chose him as the target of attack.

Without hesitation, he summoned the elemental magic machine, and then propped up the burning field.

After fighting with the sword girl so many times, Grimm has never propped up the burning field once. Not for anything else, but because he doesn't want to waste his strength.

Facing a level 3 opponent like the sword girl Katie, attacks below a certain limit are almost ineffective against her. Only highly concentrated magic power and physical attacks can break through her protective force field and give her enough damage.

However, when the enemy Grimm faced was a group of ants that won by numbers, the overturned burning field with an area of ​​nearly 100 meters immediately became a dead zone that the enemy could hardly set foot on.

The St. Martin Knights shouted slogans such as "Holy Light is with me" and "Fight for Honor", and they were filled with layers of brilliant and sacred pure white auras, and charged towards Grimm.

However, what greeted them first was not Grimm's witchcraft, but the indestructible huge body of the elemental magic machine and the indestructible violent iron fist.

Boom, boom, boom...

With heavy steps, the elemental magic machine rushed into the knight team with red flames all over its body, and instantly set off a bloody and cruel killing.

Boom, with two fists swinging left and right, the two Saint Martin knights wearing heavy armor like iron cans became flying birds, flying twenty or thirty meters in one breath. There was a burst of broken bones under their thick armor, and they fell to the gravel and never moved again.

From a distance, the armor on the chests of the two Saint Martin knights was deeply sunken, and the punches were already hot, like a red-hot iron. A stream of dark red blood slowly swam out from under their bodies, soaking a large area of ​​the surrounding land.

The rest of the Saint Martin knights raised their magic swords and magic shields, surrounded the elemental magic machine, and chopped and collided frantically.

Holy Light Cross Slash!

Holy Light Judgment!

Holy Storm!

Hammer of Justice!

…

It was like suddenly breaking into a blacksmith shop, with deafening sounds of metal clashing. Along with the loud noise came dazzling divine light and magnificent and powerful fighting skills.

Under their crazy attacks and slashes, the metal bodies of the elemental magic machines flashed with strings of sparks. But like a rock in a fierce torrent, the elemental magic machines were not moved by their small bodies. Instead, they knocked down a large number of enemies with one punch and one fireball, using simple and rough attacks to constantly reduce the number of enemies.

Seemingly realizing that the elemental magic machine was just a summon of the terrifying wizard, Kent, the head of the Knights of St. Martin, led a group of elite men to form a formation and rushed into Grimm's light red burning field.

Dry, stuffy, high temperature, and ubiquitous magic flames...

As soon as they entered the burning field, these native knights of the Envik plane experienced the power of the third-level fire wizard. The third-level wizard did not do anything himself, but just propped up a light red barrier, which made the holy knights who broke into it feel the pain of being baked by the flames.

"Convert all the holy seals into fire resistance!" The sturdy captain Kent shouted loudly.

As he raised the broadsword in his hand, a milky white holy halo spread out, adding a layer of magical and strange brilliance to the surface of all the holy knights nearby.

Excellent fire resistance?

Grimm's black eyes flickered with blue light, and he quickly scanned and detected the halo attributes added to him by these holy knights.

Fire resistance +50...

With this layer of divine blessing, the fire damage brought to them by the burning field was reduced by half in an instant. And the remaining half, under the blessing of their "miscellaneous" weird aura, actually became less and less, and there was a tendency to reach the level of primary fire immunity.

Grimm couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

It seems that he still underestimated these plane natives.

Their individual strength may not be very good, but once they gather into a group, relying on the power of the group and the common and pure belief in the Holy Light, they can actually strengthen themselves to such a level!

But ants are ants after all, even if they are strengthened layer by layer, they are just a group of slightly stronger ants!

Grimm stretched out his hand and a 2nd-level lava fireball instantly formed in his palm.

He threw the lava fireball into the knight team with his backhand, and the flame shock wave that broke out instantly shot hundreds of lava fragments in all directions like bullets.

Seven or eight level 1 holy knights fell silently, with huge holes pierced by lava fragments on their armor. The flesh and armor inside were ignited by the high temperature, and the raging flames poured out from the gaps in the armor, and the field was immediately filled with the smell of burning flesh and blood.

The lava fireball exploded on the shield held high by the Kent branch leader.

The shield enchanted with holy protection, worth tens of thousands of gold coins, immediately broke into pieces, and the level 2 Kent held the long sword upright in front of him and condensed a holy light shield, which blocked the subsequent flame shock wave and the terrible lava rain.

If Kent didn't know and understand the level of the wizard in front of him before, then now that he personally experienced the opponent's attack, he instantly understood that this... is a level 3 wizard!

The Knights of Saint Martin is a regular knight group stationed in Hakans, the largest city in the north of the Zambe Empire. Their strength is well-known even in the entire northern part of the empire.

Since the incident in the border town, the highest commander of the Empire stationed in Hakans has sent a lot of spies and scouts to understand and explore the truth of the destruction of Lakeside Town. Before they could get the real and accurate information, the two wizards from other worlds fought frantically all the way out of the Sidrak Mountains, and also brought unspeakable huge damage to the people of the Empire along the way.

Looking at the direction of the two wizards, they were obviously heading for Tara City, the imperial city closest to the Sidrak Mountains.

In order to prevent Tara City and the 60,000 residents in the city from becoming sacrifices for the two wizards, the Holy Light Knights had to abandon the solid city walls and a large number of infantry, and gathered some elite troops and rushed directly here.

In this wilderness only 60 miles away from Tara City, they encountered Grimm and Katie, so this unexpected battle broke out.

When Kent quickly judged the strength and level of the wizards in front of him, he knew that there was no hope of winning the battle in front of him. Therefore, under his loud shout, the elite knights who had suffered a lot of damage withdrew from the burning field one after another, trying to run to a distance to regroup.

And Kent, a second-level silver knight, shouted the holy light slogan, wrapped in layers of holy light, and rushed madly to Grimm's side.

The burning field began to become crazy and fierce under the continuous injection of Grimm's mental power. The high-temperature flames that rushed towards him made Kent's advance difficult. The armor and long sword on the front of his body became red and hot under the impact of the violent flames, and the high temperature burned his exposed skin.

But this Kent branch leader was really strong-willed. He actually withstood the fire storm and approached Grimm step by step. Every step forward would leave a scorched black footprint behind him.

When Kent was less than 20 meters away from Grimm and the bonfire, his whole body had been ignited by the magic flames, and the surface skin was crackling with burning. But he still didn't care, like a fish swimming upstream, he continued to move forward step by step.

Seeing that the skin on the other party's body had been burned into a pile of charcoal, and the holy light protection outside his body was burned with holes, his personal life breath was exhausted to the extreme. But only, the ray of light in the other party's chest became purer and more sacred.

Finally, Grimm couldn't bear it anymore, pursed his lips and blew, and a transparent flame blew on Kent's body, instantly melting his armor, turning his bones and flesh into ashes, and the whole person disappeared.

And in the air, only a touch of pure milky white holy light was left!

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