Age of Adepts

A terrible defeat!

The one who had truly defeated her was none other than a metal golem with an exceptionally unique design.

Even though it was a metal golem, it could unleash powerful magical energy just like elementium creatures. However, even if she had wanted to say it was an elementium golem, it possessed an impenetrable body of iron and steel on the outside.

There had been a Third Grade elementium magical machine as the primary offensive power, paired with a Third Grade fire adept assisting as well as a Third Grade vampire adept harassing from the sidelines. Philippa might have had tremendous combat power, but even she couldn’t deal with attacks from so many enemies.

Even the Mothership had started to use its magic energy cannons to bombard the fire dragon from above. Five goblin ships and a few dozen goblin helicopters had circled the skies, engulfing Philippa in a rain of gunfire.

These attacks might have had incredible difficulty in piercing her Third Grade dragon scales to injure her, but when the barrage was dense enough, there were always some lucky attacks that managed to slip between the gaps and pierce into her flesh. It had caused Philippa to grunt in agony over and over again.

A fair battle?

Such a thing had never and would never exist among the adepts!

It was such an immensely powerful dragon-slaying party. Just the elementium magical machine alone would have been enough to square off against the Third Grade fire dragon, let alone having the assistance of Greem, Mary, and the whole army of goblins.

If the elementium magical machine had any flaw, it would be its weight. It was simply too heavy for the powers of elementium to lift it into the air and allow it to fly.

Fortunately, Greem had put his flame jets constructed with magic arrays to use and applied them on the magical machine. Though it looked a bit clumsy and wobbly while it flew, there was no denying its effectiveness.

Large alloy webs, metal harpoons with heavy chains, Wands of Binding.

The goblins on the ship had tried everything that could be used to kill a dragon. In the end, they discovered that the twin-headed chain hammer was the most practical.

The twin-headed chain hammers fired from the goblin cannons wrapped around the fire dragon’s body, neck, limbs, and even her wings. It was tough to break free from the chains once they were wrapped around her. The strength of the Third Grade fire dragon and her searing dragon’s breath might have been enough to destroy the alloy chains, but Greem and Mary would never have allowed her the time to do so.

With Greem and Mary’s attacks as cover, the elementium magical machine had clashed with the fire dragon in a spectacular display, like a heavy cavalry in the skies. The dragon and the magical machine had rolled across the air, fighting savagely as they did so. Finally, both of them crashed into Doomsday Castle.

There was a deafeningly loud rumbling. Stretches of buildings abruptly collapsed. Blazing fireballs could vaguely be seen through the massive dust cloud from the impact, along with a long tail whistling through the air alongside a pair of dark red wings fully unfurling.

The elementium magical machine’s hard iron fist smashed onto Philippa’s head. If she hadn’t lowered her head and crouched in time, that punch would have been enough to crush her eyeball. Even so, Philippa had managed to save her eye, but not the horns on her head.

The ferocious punch landed on her dragon horn. It snapped in half, and blood splattered everywhere, drenching Philippa’s face in an instant.

The elementium magical machine then extended both of its giant iron hands. One grabbed onto the metal chain on Philippa’s neck, while the other made a fist. Again and again, punch after punch, it railed on the fire dragon’s frail neck and head with a rhythmic pace.

The fire dragon’s fine and tough scales were able to save her from piercing weapons and effectively disperse the impact of heavy weapons, and the berserk Philippa avoided most of the punches with her agile limb movements. She then wrapped forward onto the elementium magical machine, using every part of her body to attack the enemy as they rolled around on the ground and tore at each other.

With her thick, sharp dragon claws, along with her blade-like fangs, Philippa wildly tore at the elementium magical machine’s body, primitive and savage. Her almost metallic long tail also sent sparks flying when it whipped against the machine’s metal body.

If the two of them had been the only combatants tthis time, Philippa might just have been able to rely on her tough body and expert brawling skills to secure the final victory.

Unfortunately, the elementium magical machine wasn’t her only enemy!

Greem and Mary quickly hurried over. Together with the goblin helicopters in the sky, they concentrated their firepower into the pillar of dust. The elementium magical machine was protected by its sturdy metal body and received far less damage. Meanwhile, Philippa only had her dragon scales and suffered immensely. She was instantly bloodied and wounded all over.

In the end, it was a full-power Meteor Burst from Greem that had ended Philippa’s final struggles. It blew away most of the scales on her back and left a half-meter wound on the spot.

Even a Third Grade fire dragon, as tough as they were, could not endure such a heavy blow.

The severely injured fire dragon was defeated in the battle against the elementium magical machine. She was pressed down against the ruins of the castle and hammered with wave after wave of punches.

The dragonborn guards of Doomsday Castle could not sit by and watch as their ruler was being devastated in this manner. One by one, they climbed out of the collapsed ruins and charged at the battlefield, roaring and shouting.

However, at that exact moment, several combat magical machines descended from the skies on steel wires, standing in the path of the guards. The two forces began an unbridled, deadly battle above the ruins.

Greem hovered over the ruins and surveyed the entire battlefield, using Vicious Fireballs to blow away the dragonborn that swarmed. It didn’t matter if they were First or Second Grade; they were no different from frail bamboo sticks in front of him.

Occasionally, a particularly hardy Second Grade dragonborn had reached Greem, but Mary’s phantom-like movements and terrifying claws made swift work of them.

Mary’s attacks might be weak, but that was only relative to Third Grade powerhouses.

When her enemies were those clumsy First and Second Grade dragonborn, it was like slicing away at immobile, rotting wooden stakes.

After an entire hour, Mary and Greem had finally dealt with the majority of surviving dragonborn guards in the castle. At the same time, the elementium magical machine had finally climbed out of the rubble covered in cracks and dents. Its scuffed right hand dragged the fire dragon by its long, metallic tail.

The fire dragon had lost all ability to retaliate after so many repeated blows. She did not even show any signs of struggling or resisting when the elementium magical machine dragged her out of the ruins.

Her fat and robust dragon body was now a mess of blood and flesh. The few ferocious spells that had hit her had blown away most of the scales on her back and belly. The exposed flesh was covered in signs of elementium injury. Even her wings had been broken, limping weakly beside her.

The thick dragon claw on her right hind leg was bent at a terrifying angle.

The horn on her large, vicious dragon’s head had been snapped in half with blood flowing from the wound. Her right eye was also swollen shut. Her long snout had been punched hard a few times and was a mess of purple blood now. Nearly half of the sharp, dagger-like fangs in her mouth had fallen out as well.

The fierce and savage fire dragon Philippa was now coughing up blood, filled with a sense of despair. Judging from how erratic her breathing was, she was clearly on death’s door.

Compared to the past, the fire dragon’s poor condition was genuinely tragic!

A shadow fell upon everyone in the castle.

The large silver hull of the Mothership slowly descended, pressing toward Doomsday Island like a giant silver mountain.

The Mothership eventually stopped when it was a hundred meters above the lava sea.

A door opened at the bottom of the hull, and a thick cable fell with thirty construction machines clinging onto it. With their help, the gigantic body of the fire dragon was finally dragged onto the Mothership.

The other magical machines were also busy at work, digging through the ruins of the castle, uncovering the dragon’s hoard, and searching for dragonborn guards that were still alive. Though every one of them was busy, they proceeded with their many tasks in an orderly fashion.

It wasn’t until the battle had concluded that Gru arrived at Doomsday Island on a goblin ship.

Though Doomsday Castle itself had been severely damaged, sixty percent of the buildings and living facilities were still intact. If a bit of effort was put in and they were fixed, the island could even be used as a decent outpost.

The Mothership was the property of the Capital of Eternity. Thus, according to the agreement, the fire dragon belonged to Greem and Mary, while the hoard would be split 8:2 between Greem and the Capital. The den of the dragon would go to the Capital and serve as a new outpost for the brain monster’s expansion.

Once Doomsday Castle had been cleaned up, Greem and Mary boarded the Mothership and returned to the Capital of Eternity. Gru left behind ten construction machines and forty war machines to continue cleaning and fixing up Doomsday Island.

The next time he came back, Gru would bring large numbers of construction robots and resources. They would try and turn Doomsday Island into an impenetrable iron fortress in the shortest time possible.

When the Mothership successfully arrived in the Capital of Eternity, a powerful dragon’s roar suddenly rang out from the distant horizon.

A short moment later, a mighty thunder dragon covered in bright blue scales appeared in view, along with an elegant emerald dragon. They quickly caught up to the Mothership.

When Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms and Third Grade Emerald Dragon Iritina took their human forms and boarded the Mothership, they saw the tragic state of Third Grade Philippa and instantly fell silent from shock.

Philippa might have had a bad mouth and an uncouth temper, but she was undoubtedly an extremely strong dragon.

If one were to be absolutely honest, Arms was not the opponent of this fire dragon. Even with Iritina’s help, they barely had a sixty percent chance of beating Philippa.

Yet now, a powerful Third Grade dragon lord like this had become the prey of human adepts. The psychological impact had shocked them to the very core of their souls.

Were dragons still as powerful and undefeatable as before?