Mages Are Too OP Chapter 663

Chapter 663 Somebody Help

Sealing a soul in an object wasn't something Roland could do.

After all, he hadn't studied much magic related to the soul.

But that didn't stop him from sensing the soul hidden in this wooden sculpture of a young girl.

The Third Prince looked pale. He was already scared of his big sister, and he was even more scared when he heard that there was a soul in the wooden sculpture.

Stephanie looked at the wooden sculpture, then asked Roland, “The soul in the wooden sculpture shouldn't be dangerous, right?”

“That I can't quite…”

Stephanie immediately interrupted Roland. “There is no danger, right!”

Roland understood and he shrugged. “No harm indeed.”

Stephanie turned her head to the Third Prince and said, “Brother, since the wooden sculpture is not dangerous, you can get lost. In the future, don't trust these random people… Also, when you go back, you will ground yourself. For five days, you can't take a step out of your manor and you can't talk to outsiders, especially about the wooden sculpture, got it?”

The Third Prince nodded vigorously.

Stephanie waved her hand. “Then get lost.” The Third Prince immediately turned and ran, not even daring to turn his head back.

After the Third Prince's figure disappeared in the distance, Stephanie said rather embarrassingly, “Sorry, I had a bad attitude just now.”

“I understand.” Roland shook his head.

Then he looked at the wooden sculpture on the ground, picked it up, and held it in his hand.

Stephanie asked concernedly, “Aren't you afraid that the spirit inside it will have some nasty effects on you?”

Roland shook his head. “The spirit inside feels a bit evil, but the soul strength is not high enough to break my spiritual barrier.”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows slightly. She felt that Roland seemed rather confident now.

“But I'm still quite interested in the spirit that's in here,” Roland said as he tossed the wooden sculpture in his hand. “First Princess, why don't you guard me while I try to communicate with the spirit in the wooden sculpture?”

In reality, this part of the royal tomb was considered a fairly safe place. After all, the entrance was heavily guarded.

And even if an enemy attacked… Roland now had a passive Magic Shield covering him, and even a Legend might not be able to deplete his magic power in a short time.

Even so, it was more reassuring to have someone help watch over him.

Stephanie nodded. “Don't worry, I'll stay by your side.”

Roland smiled faintly and sank his spirit into the wooden sculpture.

A few seconds later, he entered a blue world.

Everything here was almost all blue, varying only by shade.

The area in the Third Prince's soul that had been infested was also blue, and the aura was the same as the one here.

“Surely it was infested by the soul in the wooden sculpture?”

Roland looked around and there was no other sight or thing worth mentioning here other than the empty plain world.

But that was what could give someone a sense of terror.

You were the only one in the world and the world was in such a strange color.

After looking around, Roland suddenly said, “Is the host not even willing to come out when a guest has come?”

as soon

The sound spread around and was soon echoed.

But this voice was harsh and hard to hear, and it was a young girl's voice but there was a distorted scraping sound mixed in with it.

“Is the host not even willing to come out when a guest has come?”

The same statement Roland had just made came in waves that grew louder and louder.

It eventually became a mix of hundreds of thousands of simultaneous noises.

The entire spiritual world seemed to be shaking.

Roland's figure kept trembling in it, distorting and losing fidelity, as if it was going to disappear the next moment.

With a cold grunt, he quickly coalesced a large blue fireball with a radius of at least a meter in his right hand before throwing it into the distance.

There was a flash of light in the sky and earth, and then it seemed to darken in an instant.

Finally, a bright red mushroom cloud rose and became the second color in this world.

The explosion caused a severe earthquake, and the gray-red blast spread like a tsunami, sweeping dust and stones from the ground.

At the same time, an unpleasant scream suddenly sounded, as if it was in too much pain being blasted by the fireball.

The scream lasted for nearly a dozen seconds and ended with a few groans before disappearing.

Roland smiled wickedly and coalesced another large blue fireball, making a move to throw it at the ground.

“If you don't come out, I'll take another shot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young girl with long red hair rose from the “ground” in front of Roland.

The girl was wearing sackcloth clothes, and there were even patches on these clothes, so she looked like she came from a poor family.

She floated forward and stared viciously at Roland, anger in her eyes but also fear.

“Finally willing to come out.” Roland didn't disperse the large fireball in his hand, but instead threatened, “Well, now you have to answer whatever I ask, how about that?”

“Why should I listen to you!” The young girl looked quite unruly.

Roland made a gesture to throw the large fireball.

Helplessness appeared in the young girl's gaze, and finally, she closed her brown eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said, “Well, tell me, what do you want to ask?”

“The blue area in the spiritual consciousness of the Third Prince Eihausen, it should be your doing, right?” Roland asked curiously. “You want to replace him?”

“There's no such thing. I'm just trying to control him, not replace him.”

“That's about the same.” Roland continued. “Then what did you have him come to the royal tombs for?”

The young girl looked at Roland resentfully, not speaking

With a flick of his wrist, Roland made a move to throw another large fireball.

The young girl was outraged but had the good sense to answer Roland's question. “I didn't tell him to come, Peter did.”

“So what does Peter have to do with you?”

“He thinks he's my master.”

Roland hummed a response. “You're the evil spirit he reared?”

It was normal to assume that no one but an evil spirit would have such a great grievance and do such a thing.

“I'm not an evil spirit, I was just forced to do that!” the young girl shouted. “If I don't listen to him, he will torture and possibly even kill

me.”

There was no expression on Roland's face.

He knew very well that the eviler the enemy, the more they liked to deceive and trick people.

It was unclear to him whether the young girl was telling the truth or not, and he listened to it as if it were true for the time being, but that did not mean he was unguarded against her.

On the contrary, he was quite wary of this young girl. “So, what's your name?”

The young girl snorted. “Lina Fareins.”

“Wait, you're from the royal family?” Roland was a little bit surprised.

“Heh!” The young girl didn't say anything, just sneering sarcastically.

Roland didn't care at all about her attitude, but continued to ask, “What exactly did Peter ask you to trick Eihausen into coming to the royal tomb for?” “There's something in the royal tomb that you have to be of royal blood to hold.”

Roland chuckled. “Although the Third Prince looks quite foolish and easily deceived, he probably wouldn't casually touch the things in here, and besides, even if he takes something out, he will be discovered by the imperial guards stationed here and be forbidden from leaving. Wouldn't this be a waste of effort… Wait, the Third Prince is not the only one with royal blood, you seem to have it too!”

It dawned on him, and things connected.

Peter told the Third Prince to go into the royal tomb and look around without needing him to do anything, but he had to take a wooden sculpture of a maiden.

It turned out that the one who was to take something wasn't the Third Prince at all, but this Lina, who was already on the verge of becoming an evil spirit.

“So, what do you guys want to take?”

“A magical necklace.” Lina looked at Roland and snickered. “But beyond my expectations, it's a magical necklace that even I, a member of the royal family, can't pick up.”

That's why the Third Prince returned empty-handed? A necklace was a very small thing and could be carried close to the body. Besides, the imperial elite forces wouldn't dare to search a prince's body.

“So what does the magic necklace do?” “Who knows. Only Peter knows.” Roland considered for a moment whether he should go and help Stephanie see what it was. It was probably something good, to make an outsider covet it so much.

But at this moment, Lina looked at Roland and asked, “Are you on good terms with the royal family?”

“Not good.”

Lina's expression was a little disappointed.

Roland continued, “But I'm good with Stephanie.”

“She's a princess?”

“The future queen.”

Lina was suddenly delighted. “So you are a royal Mage?” “A friend!”

“That's fine.” Lina floated to Roland and said, “Help me get rid of Peter's control and send me to the Netherworld. I'm tired of being trapped in a small wooden sculpture.”

“I didn't believe you.” Roland smirked. “I have to believe you when you say you're a royal?”

Lina was suddenly anxious. “You're overly cautious.”

Roland laughed. “I'll go out and ask for confirmation from Stephanie.”

After saying that, he disappeared from this spiritual world.

Lina was left alone by herself, stomping her feet.

Opening his eyes, Roland saw that Stephanie was standing not far from him, looking at her fingernails boredly.

Then he stood up.

There was an immediate response from Stephanie as she said in mild surprise, “You're awake. How's it going in there?”

“Got some information.” Roland gave a brief account of the conversation he had just had.

Stephanie snorted. “It's really Peter's doing. When I go back, I have to uproot the Peter family's power!”

“No need to be so hasty. We have to carefully seek evidence,” Roland advised. “The woman in there may not be telling the truth.”

Stephanie rubbed her brow. “There's been quite a lot of trouble lately, it's making me want to kill someone.”

“By the way, that woman just now said that she is a member of the Fareins royal family, and she's just trapped by Peter.” Roland thought for a moment and continued, “She said her name was Lina Fareins. Do you know her?”

Stephanie's eyes widened. “Auntie!”

“What kind of person is she?”

“Grandfather's illegitimate daughter,” Stephanie explained, “although unlike us all being blond and blue-eyed and not really inheriting royal blood, Grandfather doted on her and still found a way to ennoble her with the title of princess. She suddenly disappeared after three or four years of being a princess. And because of that, it shocked Grandfather and left him distraught, and three years after Aunt Lina's disappearance, Grandfather also passed.”

“Did you ever meet her?”

“I met her as a child,” Stephanie said with a nod. “I had quite a deep impression. She was quite assertive and didn't like to admit defeat – it was a case of her having grown up with too much inferiority and covering up her timidity with arrogance and strength.”

It was almost a match. The soul in the wooden sculpture did give him that feeling.

“What do you want to do next?” Roland asked. “Trouble Peter first and rescue your auntie in passing, or do you want to go deeper into the royal tomb first and take a look?” “Didn't you say that the area in my soul would not expand for the time being?” Stephanie laughed lightly. “Then let's go back to trouble Peter first.” After having the soldiers on guard close the giant bronze gate, the two returned to the capital in the carriage.

Then Stephanie ordered an elite royal force of a thousand men to bring Roland and surround an estate directly north of the city. Soldiers in gray plate armor broke fiercely into the manor, then stormed into the courtyard.

The private soldiers from the manor rushed over, but when they saw that it was the imperial guards, they immediately wimped out, not even daring to fight, and retreated directly to a small building in front of the manor, waiting for their master's orders.

Terrified, nearly three hundred people circled the small building, looking around in fear at the heavily armored soldiers surrounding them.

Stephanie found a round table on the lawn, a place for afternoon tea in the host's house, and naturally, there were chairs.

She then sat down and waited quietly.

Not long after, a Mage wearing a red cloak came from upstairs.

He had a rather unpleasant expression on his face.

He was forced to hold back his anger.

No soldier stopped him, and the leading general instead gave him directions and told him that the First Princess was waiting for him.

The young man followed the soldier's directions and saw Stephanie.

He walked straight over, stopped in front of Stephanie, took a deep breath, and asked, “Your Highness, the First Princess, what do you mean by this? I haven't offended you, have I?”

Stephanie sat with her legs crossed, looking rather queenly.

Roland was behind her, standing as an ally.

“What is this?” asked Stephanie, throwing the wooden sculpture on the table. “Explain it to

“It's a prop I used to use to practice spiritual magic,” Peter said calmly. “Then I didn't need it anymore, so I gave it to the Third Prince to carry on him. It has the effect of protecting him.”

“Harming him, you mean.” “I never had such thoughts.” Peter immediately shook his head. “I grew up together with the Third Prince and we're good friends. I couldn't possibly betray him, much less harm him.”

“You are not going to hurt his body, but you will replace his soul!”

After Peter heard this, a sudden threatening glare burst from his eyes.

He reached out to Stephanie, and suddenly there was a wand in his hand, and the gray spiritual spell was about to take shape.

But also at that moment, a Prismatic Spray suddenly came toward him.

Alarmed, Peter immediately interrupted his spell and opened his Magic Shield.

The rainbow mass hit the Magic Shield and didn't explode, sending the man flying back ten meters before neutralizing the Magic Shield.

Then a huge Hand of Magic smacked Peter in the face.

Chapter end