Chapter 322

This was the eighth island, which was neither too big nor too small among the ten islands, with a medium area. According to this inference, the area of the first island, which was the largest, was about five times the size of Ceylon Island. Adam finally understood what Priscilla Super Dimensional meant when she said that it was not enough to control the overall situation.

The negative energy surrounding the island could not hinder him at all. Adam easily connected to the island's geomagnetic field, and instantly everything on the island was clearly visible. The light spots representing energy units of various levels had nowhere to hide in his radar vision. The Fifth Element Holy Tower's' protection 'for the Anti-Mage was very good. The number of Anti-Mage on this island was much more than on Ceylon Island. The Level Two light spots were flashing densely, and there were also many Level Three ones. There were even a dozen Level Four ones. It seemed that they had not been drawn to this island in the recent war trials, allowing them to have more time to develop.

Adam pointed a finger towards the sky. Dark clouds instantly converged and multiple thunder domain runes bloomed in the clouds. Thunder swam within, emitting thunderous booms. He didn't have any thoughts of hiding his whereabouts. He used the most direct method to announce his arrival.

At the same time, the eerie drifting energy was instantly dispelled. Various mutated daemons that looked like they had been modified fled in all directions with their tails between their legs. Countless light spots on the radar moved at high speed, and more than ten Level Four light spots converged in the blink of an eye. The Anti-Mages were assembling, and it looked like they wanted to fight Adam.

Adam stood in the sky for a whole hour, allowing them to prepare. The island was under his surveillance, and as long as there were no Level Three or above Anti-Mage trying to escape, Adam did not mind them assembling. It would save him more time.

As for the strength of the Anti-Mage, he was not worried at all. They were just a bunch of weaklings that could not withstand a single blow.

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On the entire Island Number Eight, countless Anti-Mage apprentices and low-level Anti-Mage were preparing for battle. After five hundred years of development, they thought that they had greatly improved and possessed amazing strength. They were eager to teach the enemy a painful lesson, or even reclaim their territory.

At the center of the island, the Level Three and Level Anti-Mages were gathered, but the atmosphere was gloomy and lifeless.

"There's only one traitor. They're paying less and less attention to us." A dry voice broke the silence.

"Attention? Why should we be valued? "Another person mocked himself." All these years, you've all been to the Magus Continent, right? They are getting stronger every day. Although I don't want to admit it, we are now a group of rats that they can easily crush. "

"It would be great if we had more time. In another two hundred years, we might be able to produce a few Archmages …"

"What's the point of saying all this? Do you think they'll give us time? The traitors won't give us a chance to grow stronger, "a voice said." What we need to consider now is what to do. Surrender or gamble? "

To surrender was to surrender, and to gamble was the promise made by the Holy Tower. The Holy Tower promised them that as long as they could kill or stop the mages who came to carry out the harvesting mission, they would be given time, freedom, and a chance to leave the world of mages. This was not the mercy of the Holy Tower, but the greatest cruelty. The Holy Tower did not wish to see the Anti-Mages self-destruct due to despair, so it gave them hope time and time again, only to cut it off with its own hands.

The Anti-Mages knew it was a trap, but their desire for survival and freedom still drove them to fall into the trap time and time again.

According to Adam's understanding, after so many years and so many harvests, not a single mage had died in the mission, and not a single island had been liberated.

"We surrendered five hundred years ago. There were ten traitors that time, and we were no match for them no matter what." A person blasted the roof open, lifted his hood, and stared at the sky with his skeletal face. "But this time, there's only one of us. Although we're trained in the most powerful electric element magic, I think we can win."

"Besides, it doesn't matter if we can't win. We'll just surrender when the time comes. These traitors need us anyway, so they won't kill us all."

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If they understood Adam's personality and knew what Adam did on Ceylon Island, they would definitely not choose to gamble.

What he was waiting for was for the Anti-Mages to take the initiative to attack him, so that he could kill them all as a matter of course, once and for all.

The war trial was indeed useful. In a battle of life and death, it was the best way to see a mage's potential and their suitable position in the future war between the planes. However, it was too ancient. Magic and knowledge were constantly changing, but the trial method had never changed. It was simply a stain on the system of modern mages.

Apprentices could not withstand the pressure of inter-plane teleportation to participate in the war in other worlds, but mages could totally create a half-plane and throw a large number of supernatural creatures from other planes into it to simulate the battlefield. Why would they keep bullying these decadent and backward Anti-Mages? Was it because they were lazy?

But that was just his thought. He still did not have the ability to influence the decision at this level. He was just a little grumbling because of the delay, and even had the idea of creating a virtual reality space …

Just as he was thinking, hundreds of figures flew up from the ground of the island. They quickly approached Adam, the sound of incantation was low and continuous. All kinds of strange colors gathered under the cover of the dark clouds, and in the next second, they all attacked Adam together.

Lightning fell from the sky and shattered the Anti-Mages' spells one by one. Then, it turned in the air and struck at them.

The Anti-Mages were delighted. They had confirmed that Adam was an Electric Elemental Mage, and immediately used the countermeasures that they had prepared in advance. After paying the price of a few of them, they successfully blocked the multiple lightning fields.

Faster chanting of spells buzzed in the sky, and more ancient spells were successfully formed.

Adam saw that the light spots representing Level 8 and above on the radar had all arrived. He nodded at them in approval. A blue light flashed in his eyes, and layers of electromagnetic barriers were stacked in front of him, completely blocking their attacks.

At this time, they did not know that they were already in a strong magnetic field.

"You guys have actually reached this level, and you're still flesh and blood." Adam sighed and gently raised his left hand. All the Level 8 Anti-Mages felt that they were beginning to lose control of their bodies. Their blood flowed down and back. Then, Adam clenched his hand into a fist. The Level 8 Anti-Mages were like firecrackers, exploding one after another.

The remaining dozen or so Level 9 Anti-Mages had a drastic change in expression. They quickly said, "Stop! We surrender! We're willing to surrender! According to the agreement, you can't kill us! "

Adam's fingers flicked in the air, and magnetic field lines wrapped around them. He turned a deaf ear to their surrender. He did not understand the agreement at all. He only remembered that Priscilla in the Hyperdimensional said that they would be killed if they resisted.