Mages Are Too OP

Grabbing Roland's hand is not a simple magical effect.

Rather, it was the power of rules.

The octagonal star was actually a quasi-artifact, higher than the epic level equipment, but not strong enough to be a true artifact.

Even so, it was strong.

The name of this thing was 'Pymon's Consolation', and it stored the Demon God Pymon's demonic power inside.

It could attack the enemy, and defensive magic below the level of a non-constitutional rule would be completely ineffective.

One scratch will hit.

This was also the reason why the magic shield on Roland's body didn't work.

If it were an ordinary LV12 mage, a single scratch from this giant hand would turn the whole person into flesh.

The company has been in the business for over a decade, and has been in the business for over a decade now.

And Pai Meng, as a demon god, naturally used the chaos system's divine power.

So this hand grabbing ordinary professionals, a ball of meat mud.

But when it came to Roland's body, ...... God's family members' breath and the Demon God's breath opposed each other, and all of a sudden it greatly weakened the size of the giant hand.

It turned it into a normal hand.

But even so, it can still scratch off most people's feet.

Unfortunately here, Roland was still very lucky, he got the legendary expertise of Tough Body through the equality contract just recently.

So his physical defense is now quite high.

Roland relied on it to break down Andonara's defense, and also to withstand the tolerance of the legendary female brave's platform clamp level.

So ...... previously invincible pseudo artifacts, this time missed, can only catch Roland.

It could not do more damage to him.

Roland dragged the hand that emitted an ominous smell, and his flight speed was significantly slower.

Even if he entered the space bubble, this thing would not disappear.

The flying troops of the demons had gradually caught up with him, and it was no longer possible to kite.

Roland turned around, pulled out some mental energy and used a wind blade magic to cut at the white hand.

But when the wind blade cut into the wrist of the unknown hand, it actually made a metallic sound and was bounced off with a clank.

It looked like a human hand, but was it still an energy thing?

What's sharper on your own?

Roland thought about it briefly, and immediately took out a black scythe from his space backpack.

As soon as the huge scythe appeared, the surrounding light seemed to dim.

Then Roland made a horizontal slash.

The hand, which had just been as hard as steel, was cut off and turned into a thousand white dusts.

The octagonal star hanging in the air had fallen and seemed to have some flaws.

The black anise star was picked up and wiped twice, revealing a distressed look.

It was really sharp ...... Roland carried the black sickle in his knife and continued to fly up.

Without the white hand to slow down his speed, he once again quickly distanced himself from the Demon Air Force.

At this time, his attention was focused on the enemy, and he didn't seem to see that the moment he cut off the white hand, the scythe in his own hand seemed to be darker.

Once he had enough distance, Roland turned back and extended his left hand to the rear.

Numerous arcane missiles flew out like dense blue bubbles.

They were crowded together and then spread out again.

This was the magic he had improved.

It was a spell developed entirely for the battlefield, only for quantity and lethality, not for hitting power.

Because there were so many enemies on the battlefield, there was no need to aim, just to pour out firepower.

Based on this philosophy, endless arcane missile magic was developed.

Essentially, it's still an arcane missile, but with an exaggerated number of shots.

How many rounds you can shoot depends on how much magic you have.

But Roland just used a blue fireball spell, which drained half of the blue.

Then he used the 'human cannon' combination skill, spent a lot of magic power, and now countless arcane missiles were blown down, and from a distance, you could see the blue 'water masses' fizzling out high up, and then crashing into the black column of smoke.

An explosion like a firecracker sounded, and a large amount of black fell down from the height of the smoke column.

The members of the Phoenix Guild, who were charging, and the players who were behind them, who were charging like bison, saw this scene and were extremely excited.

This scene, of course, was also seen in many live broadcasts.

Players who were in the rear, or who were still on the main plane and not participating in the battle, as well as netizens, saw this scene and marveled at it.

'Let's not talk about the big nuclear explosion before, just this hand alone is so powerful. If there were a few more mages like Roland, it's likely that the battle wouldn't have any other professions.'

'Roland is the exception, this guy is super top-notch in terms of both his magic control energy and his magic ceiling. An ordinary mage wouldn't be able to shoot even half of his missiles and wilt. What's more, the current Roland is not in full condition, and is estimated to have shot only a third of his magic power.''

'Don't say that far, whether an average mage can learn this magic is still another matter.'

'The difference in talent is too great.'

'But no matter what, because of Roland, there are still a lot of people holding on to the profession of mage, and without Roland, it's estimated that the number of mages would drop to one percent, or even one thousand percent, and they might all go to become warlocks or priests.''

Forget about the state of the live broadcast, Roland is not in a good state at the moment.

He was already empty of magic.

The scythe in his hand was getting darker and darker, and seemed to be vibrating slightly.

After using up the last bit of magic power, Roland felt dizzy.

But whether it was the big bang before, or the swarm of arcane missiles just now, both magic combined killed no more than five hundred demons.

Five hundred sounds like a lot, but in the battlefield ...... there are still about ninety-nine thousand five hundred Demon soldiers.

However, this is already a very bright number.

Anyone who heard of a mage who killed five hundred enemy soldiers in less than five minutes after the battle began was definitely the guest of honor of all the forces, and if it was a hostile force that couldn't be brought together, it would have to be killed.

Because under normal circumstances, the instant death of more than five hundred people is definitely a demoralizing thing.

Even from the point of view of the lifeless demons, this is also true.

Roland looked at the empty blue bar in the system interface, and then looked at the Demon Air Force rushing over from afar, a large number of stone gargoyles, small winged demons, etc. rushing towards him.

Even from a distance, he could see the fierce expressions on their ugly faces.

He sighed slightly, and then took out the magic square brick from his system backpack.

Although this thing was precious, the only way to quickly replenish magic power now was by this means.

He was about to elementalize and stuff this thing into his body.

In human form, one could not use the magic square brick, as it would burst one's body.

But the moment he took it out, before it was elementalized, a black fog suddenly appeared from the battle scythe in his hand.

This mist was so thick and honeyed that it instantly enveloped Roland.

From a distance, it looked like a black cloud.

And it was still expanding.

Roland could not see anything, and the black scythe even became very hot.

He could feel that the magic square brick in his hand was rapidly disappearing, as if it was corroded by the black fog.

This scythe was a trap!

This was Roland's first reaction, the god of the underworld was screwing himself.

He wanted to throw the war scythe away, but it stuck to his left hand like it was covered in glue.

Should he self-destruct?

But he helplessly found that, because he had no blue, the magic square brick was swallowed up by the black fog again, and now he couldn't even blow himself up.

Just when he was sad, thinking he was going to drop the link, a female voice suddenly came out of the fog.

'Relax, give me your body.'

Huh?

Roland's head was full of question marks.

Then Fat suddenly realized that his perspective changed, he could see through the black fog, the situation outside.

And ...... he looked up and saw that the huge fog seemed to be rapidly shaping itself into a human shape.

In a different perspective, the Phoenix Guild girls saw a more realistic panorama from their point of view.

Roland's whole body sprayed out a black mist, and then the black mist turned into a black cloud, which grew bigger at a great speed.

This black mist was twisted and deformed at a rapid rate.

It finally turned into a woman who was bulging in the front and back, holding a black giant railway.

Its shape was so large that standing in mid-air, it seemed to be like a statue of pure black dazzling stone.

A tremendous spiritual pressure followed, and everyone within a radius of several tens of kilometers felt this immense pressure.

Those Demonic Air Force chasing Roland all stopped.

They looked at the huge black woman in front in fear.

Some of them, who were timid, felt that the situation was not good and even wanted to run away.

But at this moment, the black woman turned on her side.

The upper half of her body waved, and the black, at least a hundred meters long, giant sickle of mist sliced a black light in the air.

This light broke the boundaries of time and space.

Everyone saw that she was wielding the giant sickle, killing an entire demonic air force.

But in fact ...... the moment she wielded the scythe, the bodies of the Demon Air Force were already broken.

The black light that came after that directly engulfed their broken bodies.

And the black light carried lightning and tore open a long spatial crack.

It was at least three hundred meters long in the air.

The black mane of electricity shines near the fissure.

Through the crack, green and purple skies could be seen.

Players who had watched Roland's live broadcast, after being stunned for a moment, called out, "That's the underworld."

As soon as these people's voices fell, many transparent souls appeared on the battlefield, flying involuntarily into the crack.

There seemed to be an invisible force pulling at them.

These demonic souls were crying and struggling, but there was no sound, and no one could hear their cries.

They just watched as they were devoured, and then the crack slowly 'healed'.

In about twenty seconds, it disappeared.

The huge black woman in the sky also slowly disappeared.

The black mist disappeared into the air.

Roland's entire body was surrounded by a black boundary, and he fell from the sky.

Then he smashed heavily into the ground.

At this time, Solisha of the Phoenix Guild finally reacted from this change and called out, "Roland has given us the opportunity to heavily hit the enemy's air force, so let's go."

Then tens of thousands of summoned players, with tens of thousands of players in tow, pounced on the demons not far away.

Ryan looked not far away, at the red earth, and saw a black sphere embedded in the ground, with only half of it exposed.

Not too far away, he could feel that the black sphere contained a great deal of order and divine power.

They, the evil elements of chaos, were extremely uncomfortable just looking at it from afar, not to mention trying to pick up the black sphere.

Then he waved his hand, and red magic power sprinkled down on the front row of bone demons.

The number of bone demons was about two thousand, their eyes glowing red, and they recoiled at the player.

On the other hand, Leanne took out her broken horn again and blew the retreat horn.

More than 90,000 demons retreated in an orderly fashion.

By the time the Phoenix Guild and the charging players had killed the two-thousand-odd Raging Bone Demons, the Demon army had already retreated far away.

They then cast their eyes to the other side of the battlefield and found the black sphere.

Unlike the demons, the players didn't feel any pressure or distress from the black sphere.

A group of people gathered around the black sphere and pointed at it, and a few of the brave ones even went up and poked at it.

"This thing can't be a black nazha."

The live broadcasters laughed into a ball.

'God damn Black Nazha.'

'I'm still black nazha.'

'Anyway, what just happened to Roland, how come he summoned a black giantess out and wiped out the entire Demon Air Force with one horizontal slash.'

'That's outrageous, it's another group attack skill, and it seems to be stronger than Blue Fireball.'

'It feels like it's related to the God of the Underworld.'

'It can't be the God of the Underworld.'

Among the players, except for Roland and Shuk, no one else saw the true face of the God of the Underworld.

All they saw in the live broadcast of the Underworld was a mass of mosaic.

'God of the Underworld or not, Roland should be in this black ball, can we get him out no.'

'It shouldn't be necessary, I think he seems to be evolving.'

'Like a digital baby kind?'

'Whoever has a Master Ball, I'm going to throw it when he comes out. I'm going to throw it when he comes out. Then I'll be able to collect a Master Balls.'

'Laughable, aren't you guys jealous, maybe Roland has become stronger again.'

What's the use of envy, he just has this chance. Just because he was the first one to rush out and wasn't afraid to die and lose experience, I think he deserved to be so strong.''

Most of the players were deeply impressed by this statement.

At this time, Roland was indeed in the black sphere.

He was lying flat on his back, and was suffering powerful pain.

The player's body does not feel much pain.

But what if this pain sensation is directly applied to the soul?

There was a progress bar in his line of sight at this time, with this sentence written on it.

'Only I am the only Dark Dimensional Chop' is being recorded.

Progress 50%.

60% of the time

It's not really slow to record.

But if you're in a lot of pain, it feels slow.

Roland's face was distorted to the point of pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins burst out on his forehead and neck from the pain he was enduring.

90%.

Roland's nose is bleeding.

100%.

Roland's body went limp.

He finally felt once again that it was so rare and comfortable to have a disease-free and pain-free body.

Then he turned his attention to his newly acquired expertise.

What a shameful name for a move that felt so humiliating.