Mages Are Too OP

Roland hadn't read the forum battle report and wasn't sure how the battle in the Space Magic Tower was going now!

After all, in his opinion, thousands and thousands of players should have no problem taking on a spatial magic tower.

After all, the fact that he was able to take out one of the five elders under siege showed that the Space Magic Tower's elders weren't very good at fighting.

And from the forum battle report, the most battle-hardened elder had already died, and then Andonara had gotten another one killed.

Now there were only two or three kittens left in the Space Magic Tower.

By all accounts, it was impossible to lose.

Then he had underestimated his own fighting ability and underestimated the underpinnings of the Space Magic Tower.

After all, it was one of the holy places of academic research, so how could it be possible without some give-and-take research.

And he had also overestimated the combat power of the players at this stage.

The average level of half a million players now was only LV6, and the group of players who had flown over by ship, or by human-powered plane, were actually extremely belligerent types who were at the top of the player echelon.

But even so, the average level of these 5,000 players was only LV8, and the only ones who could reach LV10 were a few guildsmen, and a few battle fanatics.

It was only strange that such a rank could deal damage to an intelligent demon statue.

This thing was a technological masterpiece of the Spatial Façade.

The Wisdom Demon Statue's current level was LV15, and it possessed the two characteristics of an elite gold body and magical drawing power.

If we use the game's values, the Wisdom Demon's base physical defense is 25 points, slash resistance 99, penetration resistance 95, knock resistance 90, and magic defense 80.

The legendary level was also bad enough, unless the combat strength was particularly strong for the type.

Also, after residing in a human soul, an intelligent demon can use many techniques that only humans know how to use.

This was so much stronger than acting purely instinctively.

A few thousand players at a few levels was far too low, and just doubling the number again might not be enough to win the fight.

But if there were 5,000 master level professionals, that wouldn't necessarily be the case.

It could only be said that their current levels were still too suitable for the task.

They were completely crushed by their attributes.

The Cat Fatty Duke was very well-connected, he transferred three or four layers of connections and finally entrusted someone to contact Douglas and asked him to pass on the news to Roland.

At this time, Roland was studying the magic energy circulation system in the canoe.

The canoe was able to float by getting an extremely exaggerated floating magic array in the bottom of the cabin, which took Roland only three hours to break the camouflage route of the outer layer.

And some of the concepts and techniques in the floating magic array were really quite helpful to Roland, but what really surprised him was the magic energy transfer system in this canoe.

Very advanced and advanced.

To use an analogy, energy was lost in the process of transferring into other energy methods.

For example, glowing heat or something like that.

Even magical energy is no exception.

However, the magical pattern in the canoe had no loss in terms of magical power when carrying magical energy.

Roland knew very well what this represented.

The transmission of energy without loss could save a tremendous amount of resources.

Like the rabbit country's power system, the energy lost during the annual transmission was enough to supply the entire circuitry system of the monkey country next door now for an entire year without a break for twenty-four hours.

This is all money, and big money at that.

Even if it's just a little bit of energy loss, as long as the base is large enough, it's an extremely terrible loss.

If the magic lines were considered as wires, if there was no loss, then Roland could draw the 'range' of the magic array, more than ten times larger than it was now.

Previously, Roland's magic array couldn't be drawn too large, and that was because the magic pattern technique Roland had learned was a bit too large in terms of loss when transmitting magic power.

A bigger magic array represented greater power, as well as a larger coverage area.

As long as there was enough energy and enough 'interrupters', spreading some sort of magic array over the entire country of Hollyweird was no dream.

For example, a teleportation magic array that covered the entire city could teleport more than 100,000 soldiers to another location in an instant, appearing on the enemy's rear wing ...... Thinking about it was bandwagoning.

Roland got a little excited.

However, he tried to parse it and found that the magic pattern in this canoe, the material is unique, although there are three that he is familiar with, but the problem is that there are at least six kinds of material powder in ...... and he has never seen it before.

He tried to ask the magic apprentice responsible for maintaining the canoe, but no one knew how to make this canoe's magical pattern.

But a magic apprentice said, "This canoe's magic pattern seems to have been made by Elder Grimm."

Oh!

Looks like he'll have to make a trip to the Space Magic Tower before Grimm gets killed by the other players.

Just as he was about to leave, Douglas came to his door.

This second generation was having a pretty good time in the Hollyweird Magic Tower.

Learning magic every day, then fishing, occasionally chatting with Vincent about the hidden world, inviting the nobles of Hollyweird to have a party, and in the midst of a comfortable life, his magical abilities were growing at a rather fast rate.

In just over a year's time, he had already risen from LV3 to LV8, and was now only ten percent of experience away from LV9.

He sat in front of Roland and looked a bit apprehensive, "A friend just now asked me to send you a message, they want you to go to the Spatial Magic Tower and restrict that intelligent demon statue, for which they are willing to pay two hundred gold coins for the shot."

Douglas was Roland's little fanboy, and in his opinion, wasn't it a bit underestimating and a bit insulting to Roland to ask his idol to do something with such a tacky thing as money.

But the person who entrusted him to help was also an acquaintance of his in reality, so he couldn't refuse.

And then Roland didn't feel insulted.

Two hundred gold coins, at the current game currency exchange price, it was nearly three million RMB.

A top flow star coming on stage to sing a song might not even be able to get that price.

He's a very practical person, if the other party threw down two hundred gold coins, while raising his chin high and saying, contempt, come eat!

Then it would be strange if Roland didn't blow the other guy up.

But now, Douglas's attitude was sincere, then he naturally had no reason to refuse.

After all, money is a thing, and as long as it comes right and isn't ugly, the more of it the better.

"Well, I'll be right over." Point Luo received the bag with the gold coins into his system backpack and smiled, "Thank you, Douglas."

The little fanboy was a little flattered, and he smiled happily, "No no, I should have, I should have."

Roland and Andonara, as well as Vivienne, gave an account and teleported to the vicinity of the Space Magic Tower.

He hadn't been reading the forum battle report, and this teleportation led him to see the wise demon statue standing near the walls of Tebel City.

Then he was shocked, "Fuck, Oda."

His mental energy then spread over, finely discerning the 'magic fluctuations' of this wise demonic statue!

"Strong Body Technique, Sensitivity Technique, Weight Reduction, Eagle's Sight ...... Magic Damage Reduction, Break Enemy Preemption!" Roland felt his teeth hurt, "Holy shit, how many gain magic is constant on this thing, twenty-seven?"

Roland's spirit was still too obvious.

He this probed to the side of the wise demon statue, and the soul in the latter also perceived to take Roland.

The demon statue that was returning to recharge its energy, immediately turned its head to look at Roland.

The two sight lines were aligned.

The air seemed to freeze a bit.

Roland smiled at the demon statue, then teleported away.

He teleported to the residence here and was surrounded by a bunch of people as soon as he entered.

"Damn, finally some big brother came over to help, now there's hope for a successful Raider."

"Roland can't do it either, that thing seems to be magic exempt."

"But it's better than our group, Roland knows magic, he might be able to crack the weaknesses of the intelligent demon statue."

While a group of people were gathered around Roland, a female player squeezed in and said to him, "Big brother, please follow me, several guilds have been waiting for you in the headquarters for a long time."

Hearing this, the other players immediately scattered, giving Roland a way out.

Following the female player to the command headquarters, as soon as Roland entered, a bald handsome man rushed out, grabbed Roland's hand and shook it, "Big brother, finally waiting for you, if you don't come, all of us will have to kneel."

"You are?" Roland looked at him curiously.

This bald handsome guy continued to shake Roland's hand, "I'm the president of the Fat Cat Guild, you can call me Wright."

Oh, that's the local hero who paid a hundred gold coins alone, the other guild presidents only added up to another hundred.

"Thank you for inviting me." Roland smiled enthusiastically, this man was giving himself money, how could he be friendly.

"Alright, alright." Baldy pulled Roland into the command post, "We're the ones who earned it, and with this little money we've invited you, a great expert."

Bald Wright then introduced everyone in the command post.

Roland nodded to all of them and then asked, "Do you have any plans yet? How am I going to cooperate with you."

The atmosphere in the original command post was somewhat stiff.

After all, Roland's reputation was too great, and he was essentially the first player.

It was another expert they paid to help, and besides, this mission was shared out by Roland.

If he wanted the command, in reason, the others would really have to let go.

But these male presidents all had some 'power' lust and didn't quite want to let go of the command.

The fact that they can sit here and discuss things together is also a result of their own compromise.

Compromising doesn't mean that their hearts can fully accept it, there are still some grievances.

But Roland's words were level-headed, it was obvious that they were the ones who had been heavily hired, and it was logical that the former should be the one to lead the next battle.

But his bellowing 'how to cooperate' said that they were in a pleasant mood.

Roland was a good man!

This was the feeling in the minds of all the public presidents now.

"Matching says no." Bald Wright felt guilty, he felt that he shouldn't have said something like 'release Roland' before, "Big brother you know a lot about magic, we want to ask you to help us see what weaknesses the statue has, if there are no weaknesses, can we make a weakness out of it."

"I'm not sure what its weaknesses are, but I can fight it first and maybe we'll find out."

"Then we'll organize a death squad to cooperate with you."

"No, I'll be fine on my own."

"Alone?"

The public presidents, surprised and envious, were still sore.