Mages Are Too OP Chapter 575

Chapter 575 I'll Die On My Own

Once again, Greene was terrified of Elemental Lords.

As long as they remained in their domain, they could resurrect almost infinitely.

To kill them, the domain would have to be destroyed.

Looking at Roland in the large pit, whose water elemental body had become solid again, all four Legendary Mages had the intention to retreat.

Roland drew his ice blade out again and pointed it at the Legendary Mage floating in the air.

This arrogant pose made the four Legendary Mages extremely sullen, but they could do nothing.

How was this guy going to be killed when he couldn't even die from being hit on the head by a fire meteor?

Though they had their eyes on the way he elementized and wanted to force the magical mark of the Golden Sons' plane out of him, at worst, they could just capture him and backtrack the approximate location of the Golden Sons' plane based on the strong spatial aura he carried.

It was supposed to go smoothly… After all, the other party was only a Master evoking Mage with a bit of spatial talent. But they didn't expect at all that Roland was strong to this extent.

Five Legendary Mages attacked him from all sides, and all were helpless.

Of course, this also had something to do with the fact that spatial Mages didn't have much combat power.

After all, spatial Mages also had the title of Traveling Mages.

Although the four of them had the intention of retreating, they couldn't bear the shame of simply leaving.

When they returned and got asked… “Did the four of you take down Roland yet?”

How would they answer?

Say that they were beaten by a young man at the Master level and ran off like rats?

But the problem was that elementization was quite disgusting; it couldn't be beaten or damaged. It was also when they hesitated that a powerful spatial force suddenly and forcefully descended.

The Dimensional Anchor that enveloped the place was forcibly ripped through.

It was as if the Legendary Mage who had cast Dimensional Anchor earlier had been hit in the head with a heavy hammer, but fortunately, his mental power was strong and he was not injured.

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Then a Mage, also wearing gray robes, suddenly appeared in the middle of the four of them.

This was also an old Mage, but compared to the other four Legendary Mages, his aura was more subdued, yet with a powerful oppressive force.

If a comparison had to be made, it was the difference between a regular lion and a lion king

People differed from each other, and Legendary Mages were different from each other too.

And when they saw him, the four Legendary Mages who had the intention to retreat just now instantly became determined, as if they had found their backbone.

This new Legendary Mage looked around and asked, “Where's Barnard?”

Timidly, Greene pointed to the spiky ice wall that was more than ten meters long. “Great Elder, there. Probably dead.”

“Bulls**t.” The Great Elder's azure eyes revealed his anger. “Barnard minors in abjuration, he won't die that easily.”

Then his eyes fell on Roland. He looked at the elemental ice-man carrying the ice blade and chortled. “I wondered why you all didn't come back after such a long time. I thought you had encountered something big, but such a small thing rendered you four Legends helpless? If this gets out, what will people think of our Spatial Magic Tower? Won't Alfred of the Red Magic Tower die laughing?” Being lectured, the four men looked ashamed.

Greene muttered, “But the opponent can elementize. How do you fight something like that in its domain?”

“That's because you're not strong enough,” the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower sneered. “Watch me, and learn.”

He then turned and pointed at Roland with a condescending and cold look. “Mage's Disjunction!”

Roland was on the ground, watching the enemy gain another man, and was thinking about his tactics for later.

After all, there were more enemies and the battle plan had to be changed.

But suddenly, the other party turned around after chatting with his four companions in the air and just pointed at him.

Hmm?

No magical fluctuations?

As Roland was puzzled, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which then became a swelling. It was like someone shoved an iron ball in his head.

He couldn't feel any fluctuation of magic power.

It was unusual. Even if he was controlled by the Spell Breaker with their special abilities, he could still feel the magic elements and fluctuations around him, he just couldn't cast spells for the moment.

Now, he could not feel anything of the sort.

A sharp pain in his body followed, and he felt something wrong with it. When he looked down, his body of ice had cracked while all the cracked parts were vaporizing into basic elemental particles and disappearing.

The process was quite quick, just a couple of blinks and it was completely gone.

The giant ice-man was gone, and even the ice domain now had a large circular “bald spot.” The thick layer of ice disappeared and the sandy ground was once again revealed.

In reality, it wasn't just the ice elements; all the magic elemental particles had disappeared in this arenot a single one left.

Exiting from Elemental Embodiment, Roland was forced back into his human form while spitting out blood.

At this point, he was naked, and all of the magical equipment he had made himself was gone, with no scraps left.

Feeling the absence of magic around him, Roland's brain frantically read the knowledge he had memorized in the past.

A spell that matched the situation perfectly jumped out at him.

Mage's Disjunction!

It wasn't the strongest spell, but it wouldn't be too much to say that it was the most disgusting spell.

It could destroy all magical equipment below the grade of divine artifacts, and even had a very small chance of destroying divine artifacts.

It was a nightmare for all Mages. For anyone who wore magic equipment, they would have to flee when they encountered this spell. It even had the special effect of removing all magical elements within a certain range for a short period.

It could be said that when one encountered someone who had mastered Mage's Disjunction, no one would want to be an enemy of this person if their strength wasn't much more overwhelming than the other's.

“Haha, even his clothes are gone.”

“But his asset is large, it should be worth quite a bit of money to the drows.”

“It would be a loss to sell to the drows. His body contains the spatial scent, and don't forget our original plan.”

“I'm just saying.”

These words were said deliberately to Roland to break his will.

But Roland was unmoved as he took his normal robe from his Backpack and draped it over himself.

He then looked up at the Legendary Mage above.

Since Roland transformed back into his human form, the ice domain around him was gradually shrinking up.

At this moment, the long spiky wall of ice suddenly broke, and a person surrounded by a blue Magic Shield jumped out of it.

It was Barnard.

The men were quite surprised to see Barnard. “Great, Barnard, you're actually okay.” “Of course I'm fine. I minor in abjuration after all.” Barnard flew up, then looked at Roland with a furious gaze. “But this kid is really ruthless. Although that slash didn't hurt me, the quake throbbed in my soul, and I had no way to mobilize my magic power for a short time. That's why I was trapped inside.”

Then he looked at Roland and snickered. “Kid, you're quite impressive. Come with us obediently. If you are willing to sincerely submit to us and contribute the spatial coordinates of your home world, with your spatial talent and elementization ability, you can definitely become a part of our Magic Tower.”

Roland, of course, wouldn't believe him.

If he dared to reveal the information that the other party wanted to know, he would definitely be trapped in the Spatial Magic Tower.

The fact that the Golden Sons could be resurrected must've been clear to them, so most likely they would imprison him for life in a special way.

If it weren't for the fact that souls were protected by the natural laws of the game, it would be likely that even his soul would be obliterated.

When Roland didn't say anything, Barnard didn't think anything of it; he just snickered, and there was just a little more of a sinister look in his eyes. The Great Elder leaned down, looked at Roland, and said, “Roland, come with us obediently. There's no need to resist. There are many things that the weak have no right to decide. You are excellent and can become strong given time. Even though you Golden Sons have special laws to protect your souls, we have at least ten ways to keep you from being found and isolated from the material world forever.”

The corners of Roland's mouth pursed up like a sneer when he heard that.

“Does the Spatial Magic Tower believe in survival of the fittest?” asked Roland rhetorically.

The Great Elder nodded. “Isn't that natural? Isn't that how it is at the Red Magic Tower?”

“Maybe.” Roland smiled. “Survival of the fittest is the absolute truth in the world, but you have to at least cover it up a little. After all, you're a big organization, widely known, and can't be without some positive superficial image.”

“I do hear that you Golden Sons don't really believe in that,” the Great Elder said with a nod. “Your immortality is rumored to be due to a gift from the Goddess of Life. But such a gift, I think, has a limit. After all, even a god cannot infinitely revive a large number of creatures. That way, there would be no death in this world. So… your immortality is mostly related to something in your plane.”

Probably thinking that Roland was already like a turtle in a jar, the Great Elder thought Roland couldn't escape from the five Legendary Mages surrounding him, and one of them even knew Mage's Disjunction, so how could he escape?

So the Great Elder felt he could make his intentions known.

“So you have captured me to find out how to live forever?” Roland understood now but had a new question. “But why me? There are plenty of Golden Sons.”

“Because of the Golden Sons, only you know spatial magic,” the Great Elder said matter-of-factly, “and only you can set up coordinates over there.”

Roland raised his middle finger, thinking more and more now that this was a real world. It was a universal gesture for all humans across the universe, across all planes, and the Great Elder immediately understood what it meant.

“It seems that you are stubborn…” The Great Elder was then about to strike.

Then Roland was one step faster as he snapped his fingers and Dimensional Anchor was instantly unleashed. The absence of magic caused by the Mage's Disjunction was timed, and now the magic elements in the surrounding were already flowing back.

Looking at a translucent chain sticking out of the void, the Great Elder grunted. “A deathbed struggle.”

His mental power erupted, spreading over the sky, and burst the Dimensional Anchor in less than two seconds.

“I advise you to…”

The Great Elder's pupils fiercely shrank, and for the first time, the previously calm and collected man exuded an exasperated emotion. Because at this time, Roland had already teleported to Oepmop and his hands were holding Oepmop in a tight embrace.

Although a Magic Shield was separating the two, Roland still hooked onto the man.

Roland's move to use Dimensional Anchor just now wasn't meant to limit the spatial mobility of these Legendary Mages.

That was just a feint.

He guessed that if he wanted to control Oepmop, then he must teleport over to do so, but with the abilities of these spatial Legendary Mages, they would definitely feel it when he wanted to teleport.

This Great Elder in particular was clearly a great deal stronger than the other Legends.

So he had to cover up his true intentions.

And Dimensional Anchor was the best choice.

There wasn't a single spatial Mage who didn't hate Dimensional Anchor, including Roland himself.

Within the range of Dimensional Anchor, those who wanted to use their mental power to break through this spell would definitely have to concentrate on it, while Roland immediately teleported the moment the opponent broke through Dimensional Anchor and took advantage of the distraction. This way, there was very little chance of being intercepted himself.

Sure enough, his plan worked.

“A brat who only plays careful tricks…” The Great Elder took a deep breath, not letting his anger control him. “You will die a horrible death, I promise.”

Grasping Oepmop, Roland smiled at the Great Elder. “No need to trouble yourself, I'll die on my own.”

What!

The six Legendary Mages froze at the same time.

Then they immediately understood.

Oepmop, in particular, turned even paler, his existing magic power making it completely impossible for him to support a Magic Shield to block a Mage's close-distance magic blast suicide.

He tried to teleport, but it was too late.

Roland's body shifted into a fire elemental, still a blue flame, and swelled rapidly as he finished his sentence.

“Mage's Disjunction!” the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower pointed at Roland with an urgent look.

Boom!

Roland exploded.

The hot blue flames swallowed Oepmop in a flash.

This was when the effect of Mage's Disjunction arrived.

The blue flames that had just enveloped Oepmop suddenly disappeared.

Roland's fire elemental form had disappeared without a trace, and only a blackened humanoid shape lay on the ground.

Not long after, Roland's soul appeared at Oepmop's side.

A player's soul was not normally visible to normal people, but the five people from the Monochrome Magic Tower, all of whom were Legends, could see Roland's soul.

Roland noticed this too, and he raised his hand to wave at them.

Exasperated, Barnard used a soul binding spell on Roland, which had absolutely no effect.

With a provocative smile, Roland kept waving his hand, then his soul slowly became transparent and disappeared.

The Great Elder's face was as dark as ink.

Greene landed from the air, kicked Oepmop who was on the ground, and after a moment, shook his head and said, “He's become charcoal, it's hopeless.”

“Where is Oepmop's soul?” asked Barnard, also landing

“Probably got pulled over to the Wall of the Faithless.” Greene's tone became increasingly gloomy.

They all fell silent at the same time.

Most Mages were faithless, and if they didn't transform into a lich and didn't make a phylactery, they could easily be captured by the god of the underworld to hang on the Wall of the Faithless once they died.

They would hang there for thousands and thousands of years.

The ordinary faithless souls had low soul strength and would only suffer for a few decades before they were freed.

The Mages had high soul strength and would keep screaming miserably for thousands of years: quite a sad thing to think about.

“I wonder if it's too late to start believing in the Goddess of Magic!” muttered Greene quietly.

Chapter end