Mages Are Too OP

Then, Green teleported away from the place.

The other Legendary Mage also gave Roland a vicious stare and immediately teleported away.

There wasn't much point in fighting Roland when you couldn't restrict him.

The elemental avatars were too disgusting and consumed invincibly.

Moreover, they knew that Roland had a special means of replenishing magic, even if using the Great Rift to temporarily remove the magic from his body, as well as the area around him, was of little use.

After all, the elder had also used the Great Rift to deal with Roland, but it didn't mean much because the latter could resurrect and still blew himself up to kill Opecheon when he was surrounded by six people and couldn't retreat.

The two legendary mages were quite scrupulous about this man's 'madness'.

Previously, five people were unable to take him down, and now only two people ...... wanted to deal with Roland, it was almost a dream.

It was a simple logical relationship, so the two left without hesitation.

They had a backup plan that they hadn't wanted to use.

Roland was also relieved as he watched the two Legendary Mages leave one after another.

In fact, he had broken more than 30 layers of boundaries in a row, and his own mental strength was almost at the bottom.

Of course, the strength to turn into an elemental avatar was still there, it was just that it was easy to lose control when one's mental strength was depleted.

Like the first time he turned into an elemental avatar, he had a brief out-of-control rampage.

The spirit and soul couldn't handle a 'body' that powerful.

An elemental avatar after storming away would probably even start killing players if they accidentally entered the resident side.

It might turn into a red name.

It was better not to do this.

Roland looked around, he flicked his finger and the ground cracked a hole, then jumped in, closing the ground and starting to rest.

The battle situation over at the player's station, for better or worse, was out of his hands for now.

The depletion of mental energy, not magic energy, there was nothing to replenish for the time being, so he could only rest slowly.

Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and quickly found the live battle report of the residency.

The players inside the residency had almost been 'cleared' by the spatial magic tower, and only a small number of players were still running away from death, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy and gritting their teeth.

These were either highly sensitive hunters, thieves or killers who were good at using crossbows.

They were actually able to escape if they wanted to.

But they just didn't want to escape, they just wanted to disgust each other with a little dark arrow from afar.

In fact, the people in the Space Magic Tower were also disgusted by them.

Now that it was already a guerrilla street battle, the wise magic statues played little role in this environment.

In an open environment, facing an extremely large number of enemies, it could take a large number of lives with a single punch or kick.

But in this kind of 'city' where there were buildings everywhere, its tall body was instead a disadvantage.

It became a somewhat difficult task to hit the enemies that were rather 'small' to him.

These remaining, less than a hundred players, were the super combat elite of the four thousand players.

They had an amazing sense of smell for skirmishes.

Immediately after releasing an arrow, they quickly shifted and swam in a rather surreptitious manner that couldn't be touched at all.

Under their containment and harassment, more than two hundred Space Tower wizards, exhausted from dealing with them, had already had more than thirty people hit by arrows.

And all of these arrows were coated with severe poison.

Although many of them could repel poison and heal.

The injured could be healed quickly, but a temporary state of weakness could not be avoided.

On the battlefield, there was the greatest fear of having injured comrades who were unable to move.

Because such an injured person would need at least two teammates to take care of him.

So more than thirty people were injured, and even more than sixty mages were needed to help, which suddenly cut the battle strength of more than two hundred mages to about half.

Damn!

The legendary mage Pylos who was mixed in with the crowd was extremely angry.

Obviously they had succeeded in their night attack, and they had gained a great victory.

But why was it that now, they were in a bitter battle!

And the situation was getting dangerous.

He looked left and right with a gloomy face, then a scream on his own left, and another mage was shot in the kidney and waist.

The injured man covered the wound, black blood flowing out and quickly seeping black across his clothes.

Immediately someone came up, treating the injured person and helping him dial down the arrow.

Black arrow body, green arrow blade!

There were also subtle white magic lines on it.

Demon Breaking Arrow!

I can't believe we're even using this stuff.

"What the hell are we fighting against." Pylos' body went a little cold as he muttered to himself, "We're even fighting 5,000 Gold Sons so hard, really, when we get to the Demonless Land, can we face hundreds of millions, if not billions of Gold Sons?"

The more he thought about it, the more chilled he felt.

At that moment, a companion descended from the air, a Grimm, who stepped between the faces of Pyros and said with a twisted face, "We have failed, let's withdraw."

"Why did we fail?" Pylos asked puzzled.

"Roland has an amazing ability to learn." Grimm looked extremely envious and jealous, "He was actually able to parse out the magic of Scratching Ground and find a way to destroy it in a matter of minutes."

"Are you kidding?" Pylos bellowed with wide eyes, "That's fifth-order magic, even for us, it would take some time to learn it. Roland can actually parse a fifth-order magic in battle, is he a bastard son of the goddess of magic?"

"If you ask me, I'll ask who."

Grimm's expression was bitter, the fact that they could become legends showed that they were also very talented people. But now that a much more powerful, true genius than them appeared in front of them, still in an adversarial relationship, it was no wonder that they were sour all over.

"You guys didn't manage to take care of Roland, and things became difficult." Pylos looked around at the already demoralized group of wizards, "We should pull out."

Grimm then realized that their wizard group's losses seemed to be somewhat severe: "How did the fight come to this?"

"The Sons of Gold are fearless." Pyros' face was lit by the distant glow of magic, bright and dark and colorful, "Even more so than the madmen of the magical world, the creatures of the magical world are nothing compared to them."

Grimm puzzled a face.

"You haven't fought them head on, and you've only watched them fight the demons from the walls before, so you don't have a visual impression." Pylos looked up at the black sky, "Only those who have fought them head on understand how terrifying these people are."

"We obviously have the advantage, why do you think that?" Green reprimanded, "You're an elder and a mentor, even you are like this, no wonder their morale is low."

As if to prove Pyros's words, a Thief player who was flying through the eaves failed to step on the wall and accidentally fell off the roof.

Although he didn't fall to his death, he broke both his legs and was crawling on the ground.

A group of mages immediately rushed over and surrounded him.

Eyes burned at him.

In the eyes of the Space Tower magicians, this son of gold had no fear even though he was surrounded.

He even smiled slightly carelessly and said, "But whenever there's a mound of grass on the ground, I won't fall so badly."

Looking at this smile of his, the originally raging Space Tower magicians all felt numb and even a little chilled.

This son of gold had fallen so miserably, to what extent was it miserable?

The bones of both calves, sticking out from the kneecaps, the sharp stubble of bone, were strands of torn flesh.

The Son of Gold's face was white, ghastly white.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and he used both hands to prop himself up on his upper body and sit on the floor.

"I'm a little scared of the word suicide, folks, so give me a break!"

Saying that, he voluntarily handed over his short blade.

The short blade had a greenish glow and was obviously coated with a strong poison.

Then he laughed again.

When he opened his mouth, a cloud of blood foam gushed out from his mouth.

Thinking of falling from a high place, not only did it break his leg, but it also rotted his heart and lungs, but because of the strong vitality of the professional, this dragged on without dying.

It was estimated that he would be able to survive for at least another ten minutes to half an hour or so.

A group of space magicians who were surrounding him all backed away.

Crazy!

Why are you still able to laugh after such a serious injury.

Even if he could be resurrected, the pain before death shouldn't be something that an ordinary person could endure.

"Don't dare?" This son of gold's voice, a sign that his lungs were beginning to fail to supply oxygen, began to grow hoarse: "Coward, you really have to do it yourself."

After speaking, this golden one held the short blade upside down and stabbed at his left eye.

Park puffed.

About fifteen centimeters of the short blade, almost all of it fell into the pupil of the eye.

A stream of blood spurted out of the eye.

A dozen space wizards took another step back together.

Someone's body began to shake.

Even so, this son of gold didn't really die, but he actually still had spare energy to grab the short blade and twist it.

The blade strangled his pupils and brain to pieces.

Another stream of blood arrows spewed out, along with a small half of an already shattered eyeball and a large amount of white brain flowers.

It was then that this son of gold truly died.

His body leaned back and fell heavily onto the ground.

To this day, a strange smile still remained on the corners of his mouth.

One side of his mouth curled up like a √.

Cocky with a sickening smugness.

"See, this is the enemy we're facing," Pyros said weakly, "Even if they are weak, we can't really defeat them. Besides, soon, they will be resurrected and will come to us again, you can be unafraid, but what about them?"

Pyros pointed at the Space Tower wizards around him.

Grimm's mind was also reeling, after all, that Son of Gold's actions were horrible and disgusting.

"Then retreat." Grimm gritted his teeth and said, "We'll retreat to Tebel City first, with the defensive magic array, there's nothing they can do to us for now."

At this time, Pyros suddenly looked around, he smiled bitterly, "It seems too late."

At some point, many figures appeared in the dark canopy outside the residence, and they surrounded the entire residence.

Moreover, they had clearly set up a formation.

"Our plan was wrong from the start." Pyros laughed harshly, seemingly with some despair, "These Sons of Gold are not afraid of pain or death, we kill them a hundred times and they will all get back up and then find another chance to clear us."