Mages Are Too OP

At this stage, the Wisdom Demon was almost invincible.

Everywhere it passed, no one could stop it.

Without even needing to use magic, it just walked in and trampled on hundreds of players along the way who were too late to disengage, or who were actively rushing up to attack, thus dodging unleveled players.

The two hundred or so spatial spells that followed the devil statue and were responsible for the tactical aid offensive as well as the mending were ruthlessly harvesting the lives around them.

With fire in their eyes, they were almost doing their best to frustrate the players.

It was so hateful!

In the evening, no matter how delicious the food they ate, it tasted like shit in their mouths.

When have they ever suffered this as a superior human being!

What a strange shame.

Thus, the group used all their milking strength, and as soon as they saw the Son of Gold, they threw an instant spell at it.

Suddenly under attack, there was temporary confusion among the players, which made the Spatial Magic Tower's attack easier and more severe.

It didn't take long for the Spatial Magic Tower to penetrate the entire compound.

The wise magic statue punched another hole in the wall on the other side of the city.

Pyros secretly blended in with the two hundred or so mages, and he was dressed quite low, similarly dressed to the other magic towers.

If the Wisdom Demon Statue was in charge of the main attack, then he was the one in charge of controlling the field.

As soon as a player gathered a pile and tried to regroup, he was a group spell to smash through.

Killing a group of people.

Directly destroying the players' counterattack plans.

In this way, the Wisdom Demon Statue led over 200 magicians, rampaging through the compound, killing everyone he saw.

The players couldn't form any threatening counterattack at all.

However, none of the players retreated, and after rushing up and being killed, they were resurrected at a simple resurrection point outside the city, they didn't rush to move again, but began to quietly gather.

The various Grand Presidents had already been resurrected here.

Fatty Cat's Wright said depressingly, "Roland had said that someone might come to attack, but we didn't care."

He had actually toned down his words. The word 'we' was used, rather than a specific guild responsible for tonight's patrol mission.

"There's no use in caring, we can't stop an intelligent demon plus a legendary mage."

"But if we get on board and expand our patrols outwards, at least it won't be so bad." Rai's expression was rather depressed, "Now it's expected that all the players will be killed all over again."

The public presidents were silent.

Although they could be resurrected, no one wanted to die, and now the experience dropped by dying once was too exaggerated.

It wasn't like everyone was Roland.

From time to time, they could get epic quests and earn a lot of character experience.

"All that talk won't help the current state of the world, what we need to do now is to find a way to get more space magic towers dead." A male chairman smiled, "Wisdom statues are considered dead things after all, the core power of the space magic tower is people. Let's gather first and rush up later, ignore the wisdom demon statues and just kill people, there are more than five thousand of us, if only twenty people can kill one, it's a big profit."

Hearing this, the players who were assembling, hehehehe, laughed gloomily.

The matter of death dropping a large amount of experience just now was immediately left behind.

If you're going to kill someone, who cares about these little things.

On the other side, Roland was trapped in the delineation boundary and was quite speechless.

The boundary had been thickened over thirty times, so thick that it was unimaginably thick, and Roland estimated that the outer layer of light alone was over half a meter thick.

It was impossible to break it with magic, even if Roland used his own blue fireball.

He tried to leave from underground.

As a result, after digging three feet into the ground, he realized that the boundary was round, and it still had about half of it, which was deep in the soil.

No wonder it's called 'turning the enemy into a prison'.

It's a real cell.

How do we get out?

There's no problem dying out, you should be able to jump out of the boundary.

But the problem was that Roland had just recently self-destructed and killed himself once, dropping a large amount of experience.

To commit suicide again now would be a huge loss.

Levels would all be greatly affected, possibly dropping to LV10.

So Roland was very desperate right now, this was not a good choice.

"Space magic can't be used either." Roland was trying various ways to escape this place.

After thinking of many options, he shook his head helplessly, none of them would work.

Scratching the ground was after all a fifth level magic, it didn't find weaknesses that way.

With his hands behind his back, Roland slowly circled around the boundary, he wasn't in a hurry, it was the players who were attacked, not the catfolk.

It didn't matter much then.

After all, the players could all be revived, it was just less experience or equipment.

It wasn't a big or urgent matter.

As Roland spun around, he suddenly discovered that the innermost boundary, seemed to be somewhat unstable.

His eyes brightened up and he immediately stuck it on.

Unstable magic was usually a result of the caster not being familiar with the magic, and the nodes running when casting the spell had some small flaws.

For example, some nodes had too much or too little magic put in them.

The magic can still take shape, but it will fluctuate and the intensity will be erratic.

This was also a common problem that most low level magicians would commit.

It was reasonable to say that such a situation could not happen to a legendary professional.

But the problem was that ...... they were using magic scrolls.

The magic control skills and 'scroll making' skills required to 'seal' level 5 magic into the magic paper were not at the level of an ordinary person.

Even the most powerful person could hardly guarantee that they would never make a mistake in a high-precision operation.

Even if there were no major mistakes, there would definitely be some minor mistakes.

And this scroll on the innermost level was the scroll that had made some small mistakes.

The two legendary mages were in a hurry to 'seal' Roland, and didn't double check if the first scroll was perfectly cast.

This gave Roland the chance.

A fifth-grade magic perfection was almost impossible to resolve with Roland's current strength.

It was also impossible to invade it.

But unstable magic was like a large house with a fist-sized hole in the door or window.

While one still couldn't get in and 'live' in it, one could look in through the hole and see what was in the house.

He sank his spirit into this unstable nodal magic.

Dense nodes of magic then unfolded in his spirit world.

It was like the stars in the sky.

Roland's spirit 'swept' through these stars, confirming each one's effect, function, and arrangement in the spell.

Very quickly, three rather dim 'stars' were reflected in his eyes.

With a slight smile, he wrapped his mental energy around these three 'dim stars', invaded them, and used his experience, as well as the large database of spell nodes he had built up, to compare the effects of these three 'dim stars' against each other, as well as their array ordering in the spell boundary.

If it was just a single line of experience, Roland might not have been as quick to find out what the three dark lines did.

But after substituting their 'coordinates', and effects and other data into Roland's large database of magic.

In less than half an hour, Roland had cracked this delineation spell.

The rest of the nodes were redundant and useless, and they were garbage.

After cracking this delimiting magic, Roland could be said to have 'learned' the spell.

But he was still unable to use it.

Driving Level 5 magic required a huge amount of mental power, not something he could use at his current level.

It was just far easier to destroy than to create.

Roland couldn't release this level five magic, but destroying it now wasn't difficult.

Mental energy found a few weak nodes in a magic and directly cut off the flow of its magic.

A few 'stars' darkened, and the, four-way flow of magic that connected them was also broken.

Then like dominoes falling down, a large number of stars lost their light.

Half a second later, the initial boundary clattered and turned into pieces.

The boundary was that little bit thinner.

At this time, the two Space Legendary Mages who were controlling the boundary outside had stunned expressions.

They were strong and knew the slightest changes in magic power very well.

The first junction boundary was actually gone?

The magical scrolls they made could last for three hours, less than an hour, and the less stable scrolls that turned out to be less stable could last for more than an hour.

It's only been ten minutes, and it's gone?

Are the scrolls of poor quality, or is Roland playing a trick on them?

As I was thinking this, another boundary shattered.

And the boundary shattered faster and faster.

Both of them were a little horrified in their eyes, and after a glance at each other, they immediately continued to apply boundary portions to Roland with great silence.

Then it was the same old saying.

The speed of creation is never as fast as the destruction.

The more Roland dismantled, the more experienced he became, and the faster the boundary disappeared.

At first, the two of them were obviously faster at applying the boundary than Roland was at tearing it down, they were two people after all.

But now, Roland's speed of demolishing the boundary had surpassed them by a lot.

Within a few minutes, there were only five layers left in the boundary.

At this time, the outer layer of the boundary became visible again, and through the hazy boundary, Roland looked at the other two with a little sharper smile on his face.

The two legends felt very annoyed.

Being looked at like this by a master mage, and with a condescending look, they were very unhappy.

Just thinking of Roland's near-immortal elemental avatar, they were both quite scrupulous.

They continued to apply the boundary, but unfortunately Roland's destruction was even faster.

After another thirty seconds, only two layers of the boundary remained.

"Escape." Green took the initiative to stand forward, "I'll give you the temple back."

"Why flee, he's just a master, we two legends can win."

Just as this legendary spoke, Roland used his mental strength to break the last boundary.

Grimm's chest was a bit tight, even if he was a legend, the pressure on his spirit from spells repeatedly being forcefully scratched was worldly.

He took a step back, trying to slow down his mind before dealing with Roland.

However, as soon as Roland came out, it was two jets of rainbow light, shooting at the two people separately.

Double casting Roland was already quite familiar with the technique.

Although the spell bit was not high, the power of Rainbow Jet was quite good, and its only weakness was its low ballistic speed.

However, the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, and this distance was also a blink of an eye for a rainbow jet.

As a result, the two legends didn't react and each directly resisted a rainbow spray with their magic shields.

This magic Roland has recently made improvements.

It has added the ability to sense explosions.

It also increased in power.

Although it didn't hit perfectly, the two legendary spells flew backwards out of the colorful magic blast.

Among them, Green looked at Roland with a white patch and a black layer on his face. He shouted in a cold tone, "Roland, this isn't over. I'll be coming for you, soon."