Mages Are Too OP Chapter 592

Chapter 592 Relocate to the Human World

The intelligent golem stood up almost completely unscathed.

Roland, or his torso, was lying on the sand.

It seemed to be the golem's victory.

The Legendary Mage who observed the scene on the city wall nodded in satisfaction. He was proud of the strong, hardy, intelligent golem, a masterpiece of the Spatial Magic Tower. Then, he frowned, because he found that the Golden Sons from the four squares were cheering in joy. “What's their problem?” The Legendary Mage couldn't be more confused. “The golem is clearly safe and sound, yet your Roland has wasted abundant magic power.” Unlike him, the players could see the HP bar.

In their eyes, the intelligent golem had already lost 4% of its HP even though it looked fine on the surface.

Roland had done what four thousand of them had done collectively. It was more proof that the golem wasn't invincible.

Was it not something that was worth cheering for?

The Legendary Mage, confused, lightly shook his head. “Roland should be able to stand up again, but what's the point?” Having fought Roland before, he knew that the man's Elemental Embodiment could be infinitely reborn as long as the man still had magic power.

As he expected… a few seconds later, the stone giant that Roland turned into had regrown his arms and legs at a high speed.

Six seconds after the intelligent golem got back to its feet, Roland stood up too.

“Come again!”

Roland was very excited. He had great fun with the attacks just now.

He charged again, but the intelligent golem was able to react this time. It unsheathed the giant sword on its back and slashed.

A wind was raised by the bronze fine-gold longsword. Roland subconsciously leaned back, and the longsword left a long mark on his chest.

Stone dust and sand splashed out.

Roland didn't sense any pain. One couldn't sense any pain when using Elemental Embodiment.

However, the dust that was removed was essentially magic power. He didn't feel very comfortable now that he was losing magic power.

Now that the enemy was using a weapon, Roland wasn't going to fight empty-handed anymore.

A 14-meter-long rock miaodao grew out of his body. While he stepped back, he lifted the miaodao and attacked from below. At this moment, the intelligent creature had just raised the sword with both hands, and its front was defenseless.

The lifted miaodao hit the armpit of the golem precisely.

After a crisp noise, the miaodao was broken.

Broken pieces of rock crashed down.

Roland stepped back quickly while holding the broken saber. During the two seconds he was stepping back, his broken miaodao regrew.

The intelligent golem slightly shivered; its body didn't appear to be damaged at all.

“Humph. Still not giving up? How can the weaknesses of a Fine Gold golem be found so easily?” The Legendary Mage on the city wall sneered.

But he looked even more confused than before.

It was because he found that the Golden Sons far away from the city wall were exclaiming.

“What's wrong with them?” The golem was still safe and sound, but hearing the players' cheers, the Legendary Mage who stayed to watch over the battle had a bad feeling

Actually, the players were cheering because they saw that Roland's attack reduced one percent of the intelligent golem's total HP.

That was tremendous progress.

Roland's kick, leg-whipping, and fist-striking only reduced four percent of the target's HP, but this one slash at the armpit reduced one percent of the HP easily. So, that body part was definitely a weakness.

“Remember, the armpit is likely the weakness of all golems.”

The guild leaders spoke to those around them.

Most players liked to take precautions.

They couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't run into enemies similar to golems in the future.

Now that they had first-hand battle information, they had to note it down. Getting back to the battle, Roland attacked the golem with a downward slash. He was about to attack further, when the golem narrowed its eyes and darted red rays of light at his chest.

After deafening explosions, the statue was flung several meters away.

Its chest had already been blown through with a huge hole on it.

Hardly had Roland gotten back to his feet when the golem jumped at him and cut Roland right through the middle with its bronze sword.

Half a second later, the statue was cut into halves, fell to the ground, and raised a huge storm of dust.

The soul inside the intelligent golem had obtained information on Roland earlier. He knew very well that an Elemental Embodiment wouldn't die until it ran out of magic power.

Therefore, he stepped forward and stomped on the left side of Roland's body.

As earth elements, Roland wasn't very hard at this moment, and half of his body was instantly shattered. Then, the golem intended to stomp on the right half of Roland's body.

Exactly at this moment, the sand on the ground sprang and covered the intelligent golem's face in a mass of sand.

The intelligent golem didn't observe things with eyesight, but with mental power.

Regular sand couldn't possibly interfere with its vision. However, the sand was lifted by Roland with magic power that was mixed with abundant mental power.

So, in the eyes of the golem, the sand was like cotton, which was not destructive but hindered its eyesight.

Now that its vision was blurred, it subconsciously stepped back.

At this moment, a shorty no more than 12 meters tall suddenly dashed out of the sand toward the golem. It then clutched the golem's legs and kicked its groin.

The enormous golem was knocked to the ground by the short statue, raising a huge mass of dust.

Then, the short statue turned around and fled. It wasn't as large as before, but it ran just as fast. It quickly came to the squares of the players.

Several Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown behind to restrain the golem's teleportation ability.

At the same time, Roland roared, “Fall back! Fall back! All fall back! I don't have much magic power left!”

The players immediately came back to themselves and ran off with Roland.

The evacuation of the four thousand players was ordered and organized.

Their formations were well maintained.

Under such circumstances, another troop wouldn't have dared to chase it easily.

They knew how rare such an ordered evacuation was on the battlefield.

It could only be achieved if many seasoned soldiers were in the evacuating troop calming down everybody else.

Roland canceled the stone embodiment after he reached the base.

Hardly had he come in when Wright rushed to him and shook his hands hard with zeal in his eyes. “Brother, bro, big man… Please work with me. We can shoot an episode of the alternate world version of Automan versus Gullit.”

Roland: ???

It wasn't until four minutes later that the other chairmen finally calmed Wright down.

Wright coughed lightly near the round table. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away just now. Let's be honest, I love special dramas. Laugh at me if you will.”

But nobody laughed.

Everybody here was an adult. They knew very well when they should laugh and when they shouldn't.

It was not a big thing that someone was crazy about special dramas. Everybody could have hobbies.

Seeing that nobody laughed at him, Wright was greatly relieved and then continued, “We've all seen what just happened. The intelligent golem has weaknesses. Then, Mr. Roland, did you see anything during the battle with the golem?”.

“Well, if I have to say something, the feeling of the attack was different.”

Everybody was stunned. Was there different feelings in hitting someone and getting hit?

“How should I describe it?” Roland thought for a moment and explained, “It's like you want to have fried peanuts, but you get sun-dried peanuts in the end.”

Everybody was lost for words, and Wright asked, “What a metaphor… Is there any difference between them?”

“The former is dry, hard, and delicious, and the latter is only dry and hard. It is not really as delicious as the former.”

Everybody realized what he meant after that explanation.

Roland was implying that the golem wasn't really as great as it seemed.

It meant that this golem might be made of flawed materials.

“We can kill this golem through a war of attrition. I realized that it didn't have any auto-recovery technologies!”

Everybody's eyes glittered. “Got it.” Wright nodded. “We'll make slings… Fatter Cat will take care of that. We'll let them know what remote firepower coverage means. We'll cover it with bruises and slowly drain its HP.”

Another chairman asked, “Then what can the rest of us do?”

“Organize patrol at night. I suspect that someone will sneak up on us!”

All the chairmen wore interesting expressions.

They were surprised and unconvinced.

Some even had vague mockery on their faces. “They dare not come at all.” The chairman smiled and said, “The maggot Warlocks are too threatening. Besides, even if they sneak up on us, we can always change our base.”

Roland opened his hands. “But a lot of players might be killed for nothing. They might lose abundant EXP or even drop their levels. Wouldn't it be better if we get prepared?”

“Mr. Roland, you are a lone wolf. You have no idea what it means to manage a guild of hundreds of members. We can't give random orders. Every decision must be made with a good reason,” continued the chairman. “Besides, even if they sneak up on us, we can always fight them.”

Sensing the vague hostility in his words, Roland shrugged and wasn't really bothered.

It was impossible to persuade anyone who refused to listen.

He had already proposed a suggestion, and it was up to them whether or not to accept it.

“What are our odds of success?” asked the leader of Fatter Cat.

Roland thought for a moment. “I think it's 100%. The quest asked us to destroy the Spatial Magic Tower, but there's no time limit. If ten days aren't enough, we'll fight a year. I don't think the Spatial Magic Tower can win a prolonged battle.”

All the guild chairmen laughed and thought that Roland had a point.

Of course, that being said, none of the players were willing to waste half a year on the operation against the Spatial Magic Tower.

The sooner the quest was completed, the better.

Roland thought for a moment and asked, “Right, the battle report I read mentioned that you'd relocated most of the cat-humans. Was Maromatha among them?”

“What do you want?” A chairman who was laughing hard a moment earlier suddenly changed his expression. “Maro belongs to all of us, not just you.” Roland was obviously confused.

Someone quickly explained. “This man is a crazy fan of cats, particular the black ones. So, you know.”

Oh, I see.

I totally understand.

Roland's first girlfriend was also a crazy fan of cats. He knew how devoted those people could be to cats.

He finally realized why this player was hostile to him a moment earlier.

The man was only jealous of him.

“Maromatha took her people 30 kilometers to the north and settled down in an oasis,” explained a female guild player. “If you want to find them, just go north. You should be able to find them soon since you can fly.”

Roland nodded and left the commander center.

After he left, a heated discussion commenced in the command center regarding whether or not patrol and defense should be organized.

Flying in the sky, Roland soon found the oasis where Maromatha was.

After he landed, he saw that there were cat-humans all over the oasis, who were sunbathing on the sand.

When they were too hot, they would roll to the shade and take a break.

Leaning against a tree, Maromatha yawned. She “combed” her face with her hands now and then.

When cat-humans were dizzy, they would subconsciously behave in the way that had been deeply etched into the DNA of cats.

These cat-humans were living a good life. They had food even if they didn't do anything in the oasis.

The Golden Sons had donated a large batch of life necessities to them, enough for all of them to survive a couple of months.

Roland's undisguised magic waves during his landing shocked Maromatha to her feet.

But she was relieved to see that it was Roland.

After Roland landed, she said with a smile, “It's been a long time, Mr. Roland.”

“It indeed has,” replied Roland with a smile.

“Are you here for me?”

Having spent some time with Roland, Maromatha knew that he didn't like subtleties, so she simply asked after his intention without beating around the bush.

“Yes.” Roland nodded. “Marilyn missed and worried about you. She wanted to know if you're willing to live with her in the Red Magic Tower.”

“I certainly am.” Maromatha helplessly looked at her compatriots around her. “But I have responsibilities to them.”

That was true.

Roland looked at the cat-humans who were enjoying the sunlight lazily.

The cat-humans looked quiet and peaceful, but they were a curious people. They were probably the only creatures in the world who considered themselves as minorities.

At this moment, several cat-humans had already lost their desire to sleep and looked at Roland and Maromatha with great curiosity.

“What a shame.” Roland heaved a sigh and shook his head.

“If they have a safe place to live…” Her eyes suddenly glittered. “Roland, didn't you mention that a friend of yours was building a city dominated by Golden Sons? Can we move there?”

Chapter end