Mages Are Too OP

"It's too late."

Pylos looked beyond the walls of the Residency, the layer of Sons of Gold standing on the outside.

Grimm was silent.

They were surprised when these people had finished assembling!

And it was in such close proximity that it didn't attract their attention at all.

It was well known that the more people there were, the noisier it would be.

The gathering of several thousand people was extremely noisy.

The Sons of Gold, however, were proceeding in a surprisingly silent state.

If they were the ones who caught the Sons of Gold by surprise before, then now they were the ones who were surprised by the Sons of Gold.

The situation was completely reversed.

"Grimm, about how much of the magic energy of the statue is left?"

"Two more hours of action at most." Grimm said slowly, "The Son of Gold's stubbornness is completely beyond our imagination."

Well, that's fucked up.

Surrounding them were pairs of eyes that smiled with laughter, or with derisive laughter.

Pyros swept around, feeling rather uncomfortable as he felt like a juggling lion surrounded by onlookers.

He sucked in a small breath, letting the cold desert air soak his lungs, it would help him feel more awake, "Grimm, I have an idea, let's surrender."

"Are you kidding me?" Grimm turned his head sharply to look at Pyros, an incredulous look in his eyes.

Pyros rubbed his forehead in distress, "I'm serious, surrender, save more seeds and fertilizer for our space magic tower, this way, at least we can keep our knowledge alive."

Grimm snorted, "Pyros, I can pretend I didn't hear that ...... do you still have the dignity and honor of a legendary mage."

"No more." Pyros shook his head, sounding rather despondent, "When we sneak up on a group of people with a magic statue who have less than the average strength of a master, it means we have no dignity anymore, and pushing forward to an earlier time, when five of us legends were fighting around Roland and couldn't take him down."

Grimm trailed off.

"Then I command you as Acting Elder, no surrender." Grimm snorted, his expression rather discontented.

With a flash of pain in his eyes, Pyros took two steps back, and he stared into Greene's eyes, "Then I'll be rebelling against the Space Magic Tower from now on."

"What did you say!"

Green was filled with shock.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Pyros was actually going to defect from the Space Magic Tower.

It was ridiculous that the person who claimed to be the most loyal to the Magic Tower was actually saying that he was leaving.

"I'm leaving to leave some seeds for the Space Magic Tower." The magic wand in Pyros' hand was already glowing dimly, "As a friend, I would like to remind you that the position of Elder Grimm ...... is not an easy one to sit in. It represents responsibility, and you have a cowardly personality, which is fine in times of peace, but in these times of war, you are not fit to be an elder."

After speaking, Pyros teleported away from the station.

The players were stunned as a legendary mage escaped, and then many of them pounded their chests in frustration.

"I go, I actually let a legend escape, it's all points and experience."

"Wimpy mage, actually ran away, obviously so many levels above us."

Although the players were angry enough, they were very good at learning from their mistakes and immediately threw out many meta-anchor scrolls.

The layers and layers of dimensional anchor magic were much thicker than the thirty or so 'Scratching the Ground' that they had just done.

Even a legendary mage could barely break free from so many magic tendrils with his mental strength.

Trapping the remaining Grimm, the Demon Statue, and the other Legendary Mage here prevented them from using space magic.

"How dare you actively lock us up!"

Grimm was furious, he had indeed been a wimp before, but now that the Space Magic Tower was at a critical juncture, how could he continue to be a wimp!

The Space Magic Tower was his home.

Even a coward would be born with boundless courage when it came to protecting his home.

He waved his wand forward, "All of you attack to the east and kill the others."

The wise statue of a wise demon took a large stride and went out.

It didn't like to use magic now either, just stomping with its feet, or sweeping the golden son of the bar with a large heavy weapon.

As an elite gold demon statue with a huge stature, his every move consumes a huge amount of energy.

So now it tries not to use magic as much as possible, and instead uses physical attacks to hit its enemies.

Kicking away some of the golden sons in its way, the demon statue quickly noticed something was wrong.

The tidal wave of Children of Gold bypassed it and ignored its attacks.

Damn, they're not attacking against myself, but the wizards of the Space Tower.

"Repeated fireball spell!"

Grimm, who was hiding in the group of magicians, immediately used a group attack magic.

With this kind of magic, the other party should be able to kill over a hundred people at once if they cluster.

But the problem was that Green and another legendary magician had just sealed Roland and consumed greatly, and now the even as fireball spell had only released four rounds.

It should be known that at its peak, Green could release more than ten fireballs at a time.

The four fireball spells exploded in a tidal wave of the Sons of Gold.

There was a tidal wave of people, about fifty people were attacked, most of these died and went to be reborn, only a small portion of the Sons of Gold continued to drag their injured bodies on.

A seemingly endless number of Sons of Gold then made short work of the Mage Corps crowd.

"Continuous fireball."

"Bone Prison Art!"

"Group protection!"

Grimm tried to save as many wizards and students as he could.

But his power alone was ultimately limited.

The Sons of Gold pounced on the wizards of the space tower and soon they were short fighting.

Soon they were cutting back the magic group and already someone had cut off the head of the official mage of the magic group.

The two sides were sticking together and the formation of the Space Magic Tower was slowly retreating.

And at this time, Green didn't dare to use group magic anymore for fear of accidentally injuring one of his own.

But what was the difference between a legendary mage who only used a single spell and an ordinary mage!

Even if he could take away one Golden Child with a single shot of magic, using magic once per second would only kill 60 players a minute, and it would take at least 80 minutes to kill nearly 5,000 Golden Children.

This was still considering that his mental power was nearly infinite and he didn't need to reply to magic.

Right now, his efficiency wasn't as effective as the three stages of magic shooting from the nine official mages.

After taking out hundreds of melee Sons of Gold with a flurry of shots from the space magic group, they were finally forced to engage in close combat.

And so the mages of the Space Magic Tower had the most dramatic battle of their lives today.

First they came with a strong sense of vengeance, vowing to kill the Sons of Gold over and over again, until they lost their battle power and became ordinary people.

And they did succeed ...... thousands of Sons of Gold were almost finished killing them.

Then within two hours, they were surrounded by the resurrected Sons of Gold.

And now the other side was hitting them.

Their emotions were on a roller coaster for the past two hours.

Anger, joy, confusion, fear, highs and lows, like love.

The sons of gold who had rushed into their mage group all had rather excited expressions.

Not the kind of eagerness to fight, but a fervor that seemed to be the result of accomplishing some goal, or mission.

Fanatic enough to take away a person's approach regardless of their own lives.

A son of gold who looked like a suspected warrior was blown to pieces by them, and then even his hands were broken.

But still, he actually didn't give up, using his broken arms to move on the ground with great difficulty, dragging his white-red intestines slowly forward, and taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, he quietly crawled to a mage's feet and then viciously bit into it.

The mage stomped his foot on the spot in pain, and after trying several times to shake it off, he then tried to blast the golden son with a spell.

However, as soon as he had moved his magic into shape, another Golden One rushed to his side, simultaneously stabbing his long sword into his heart.

After trembling twice, this Space Tower mage fell to the ground without a sound.

"Done, I've killed one, ten points to hand!"

This son of gold raised his sword and shouted wildly. The look was rampant.

So fucking arrogant.

He was then blown into several pieces by a direct rainbow spray from Green.

But before he died, he still kept that excited smile on his face.

Situations like this kept happening.

It didn't take long before more than forty mages had already gone to see the Underworld again.

Even Grimm couldn't save them, after all, there were sons of gold on all sides, and they pounced on them with frantic geekiness.

Grimm could indeed use large magical boundaries to protect everyone.

But what good could it do?

With this crazy attitude of the Sons of Gold, they would definitely surround the boundary and keep attacking.

Until the boundary shattered, then just the same they would still be killed by the Sons of Gold.

Greene nudged the pouncing Sons of Gold away with an ice pick, then twisted around and snatched down hard with both hands, blowing the head off a dog that was trying to sneak up on the Sons of Gold, he wiped the blood from his face and yelled to the wise statue in the distance, "Barton, don't skimp on the magic, try to block the Sons of Gold, don't let too many of them lean in, I'll replenish you with sacrificial magic. "

After shouting, Grimm pointed at the dead space tower mage beside him, the corpse's shriveled up at a very fast speed, a blue mass of energy formed in the air, then under his control, it flew towards the demon statue not far away and didn't enter its huge head.

This kind of sacrifice spell was rather evil, and under normal circumstances, Grimm would not use it casually.

But now the situation was critical, and he couldn't care less.

After receiving the energy supplement, the demon statue immediately became 'fierce'.

The air around its entire body distorted once again, then he pulled out the fine gold giant sword behind his back and began to spin.

Not too long after, the Death Tornado appeared again.

The range was tremendous, and at once, it blocked the players from attacking the walls.

For players to get close to it was to be swept up in the whirlwind and strangled.

And to get around the city wall, it was bound to take a lot of time to waste.

Seeing this, Grimm was relieved.

With no numbers to replenish, Grimm and the mage group easily purged the dozens of Sons of Gold around them.

Then he said, "We'll retreat from the opposite side, and Barton will be right behind us to protect us and stop the Sons of Gold."

The mages were relieved and overjoyed.

At last they could retreat.

But at that moment, Grimm suddenly looked ahead, the darkness of the night covering the distance, unable to see what was ahead.

But then there was extremely powerful magic power gathering.

Then there was a huge cloud of bright blue light that appeared in the darkness, rapidly expanding, and in a short while, it became a blue sun.

A sun in the middle of the night.