Mages Are Too OP

Roland was, of course, a little excited.

After all, it's also an admission, an admission of good character, an admission of your ability, and an admission that your future cap is high.

But Roland refused after only two seconds of reflection. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to give my faith to God. ”

The angel stood for a few seconds with a strange look on his beautiful face: “Why, this is an invitation from my Lord, shouldn't you feel honored? ”

“It's an honor.” Roland sighed: "But that doesn't mean I'm going to believe in a god. ”

“Not willing to believe in gods?” The angel shook her head helplessly, and with this little action, she caused a wave of waves: “Occasionally such a magician appeared. I wonder, in your eyes, what is the god? ”

“Stronger life forms are so powerful that we can't understand them for the time being. ”

The angel smiled: "Can't you understand for now? So when you're strong enough, you'll try to understand? ”

Roland nodded.

After listening to this, the angel slowly fell and stood on the ground, no longer looking down at Roland, while scattering that pale white light.

“He is the apprentice and grandson of Goddess Mithra.” The angel said gently, "How about we put it differently and become family members? ”

The Families of God… The Families of God are essentially samurai like Shuk.

But Roland shook his head.

Unlike the average person, Shuck was too handsome, the opposite sex tolerated him quite a bit, and even if he did something occasionally out of date, the women wouldn't feel anything about him.

But Roland is self-aware and has a very ordinary charm.

Besides, God's family is essentially in a ‘vulnerable' position, and it feels like God is raising kittens and puppies.

Of course, some pets can be cat owners because their face value is too great, but Roland doesn't think he can be treated like a shook.

He knows that the saints in general are wary, careful, praying sincerely to the goddess every day, taking time to read the doctrine, striving for full reading and understanding.

But Shuk is a different saint, riding the Red Dragon everyday, doing some tasks from time to time, paying little attention to doctrine, and praying less. But he is the fastest moving samurai of all.

Every time a few of my girlfriends get together, Shuck will always be proud to brag about what beautiful sights he's been walking around and what wonders he's seen.

He was clearly a battle player, but he played hard with the Scenic Party.

Roland was never jealous of Shook's heterosexual origins, but never expected himself to be like him.

People are different, other people succeed, other people's lifestyles, you don't have to be able to replicate them.

So Roland is not interested in the matter of the Families.

In Roland's view, the Goddess of Life mostly wants to have a puppy, or a puppy with pointy teeth, that can occasionally help her bite and occasionally make fun of herself.

Roland doesn't want to be a puppy.

Pretending to think about it for a while, Roland finally looked up slowly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be a family member. ”

Although disqualified, this is an obvious refusal.

Angels are smart enough to hear Roland.

She seemed a little angry, but it wasn't that kind of negative anger, it was more like being angry with herself.

As she was in a bad mood, both pairs of white wings seemed a little dimmer behind her.

In the end, she sighed helplessly, a little grieved, Roland glanced at her and didn't speak. Park spread his wings straight up to the sky and disappeared soon after.

Only a few white feathers fell.

Roland subconsciously reached out and picked it up, and found that it was just an illusion, feathers passing through Roland's palm, slowly becoming transparent, disappearing.

Retracting his palm, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a bitter fragrance.

Kind of like green apples.

As the angel left, Roland felt a little tired, sitting on the grass his ass and opening the forum again.

He wanted to figure out what that green halo used to do, what was happening in Windy City today.

The previous broadcast room was still live, and the broadcaster seemed to have left the previous place and ran to the vicinity of the Temple of Life.

“You see, the Silver Wings Guild and the players from the Temple of Coffee Guild… they have a black leaf mark on their faces. ”

The broadcaster's slightly obscene voice was very exciting: “Looks like the halo marked them… etc., the Templar Knight of the Light Divinity came. ”

In the live broadcast room, a large number of Knights of the Temple of White Armor poured in through the gates of the city, splitting them into several batches, most of them to clear the ruins while helping the civilian population beneath them.

And a group of powerful heavy-armor knights began to join forces to hunt down players with black leaf marks on their faces.

As soon as you see it, rush it like a mad dog, relying on the crowd, equipped advantages, and directly chop the player with the mark on his face into meat sauce.

Until they are resurrected.

Eventually, two or three hundred players were jammed near the resurrection point of the Temple of Life and could not escape.

Surrounded by thousands of white knights.

Although all the Templar knights wear helmets and can't see their faces, they have no mercy or forgiveness for the players with leaf marks on their faces, as they do not hesitate to cut people off.

Angry indifference.

The video in the live room shows a very bloody picture.

There are players' bodies everywhere, stacked in layers, almost blocking the entrance to the temple. Mosaic flows like a small gutter, dozens of them.

The air is heavily rusty.

The player in charge of the live broadcast was also surrounded, shivering with horror, even the live scene was slightly vibrated, but all the Templar knights looked at his face and ignored him when they found that he had no black leaf mark on his face.

Roland stepped out of the club chat, and Shuck sent a message: "Is that black leaf imprint going to disappear after a few deaths? Or will it disappear? ”

“No!” Shuck replied quickly: “The crowd is finished. That is the divine punishment of the divine religion of life, and the leaf mark will follow them for the rest of their lives. And no one who kills someone marked with black leaves will be considered a malicious killing. ”

Roland was rather surprised that the Silver Wings Guild and the Coffee Temple Guild seemed to be doomed.

Then he asked, "What about the gold mine? ”

“It is temporarily protected and managed by our Light Divine Church and returned to the heirs of the local city owners when things are over. The local owners of the city are so pathetic that the soldiers were all killed and killed themselves. If their wives and children did not hide in secret lanes and escape, they could be exterminated by the Temple of Coke Guild. ”

Roland sighed, turning out he was a little proud of his player's identity.

But now that he sees the tragedy of Windy City and hears what happened to the owners, he suddenly feels that the players don't seem to be any better off than the world's indigenous people.

Seeing enough profit, it also kills people and sets them on fire, doing nothing wrong.

This bunch is not eligible to play this game again!