Mages Are Too OP Chapter 618 - To Capture or to Kill

Chapter 618 To Capture or to Kill

Hearing these words, Roland immediately felt a cold chill on the back of his neck.

For the woman who spoke, the long black giant scythe in her hand and her slender but curvaceous body formed a strange sense of beauty.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Roland as if she had seen a disgusting bug.

With a single stride, she appeared two meters in front of Roland. It was like a flash spell but without any magic fluctuations.

She looked utterly disgusted.

Roland wasn’t the type to wait for death.

“Magic s.h.i.+eld!”

“Prismatic Spray!”

These two spells were instantly released.

Prismatic Spray was a very strong offensive spell, and smearing it in someone’s face at close range might be too much for even a Legend to handle.

But the large iridescent comet-like ma.s.s of colored light vanished like a bubble when it reached the woman.

Then the woman swung the scythe and chopped at Roland’s body.

Because it was a long scythe, depending on the trajectory of the woman’s swing, the tip of the scythe’s would instead cut diagonally through Roland’s back and skewer him.

This was the proper way to use an arc-shaped giant scythe.

It was quite a bizarre line of attack and someone without combat experience with it could easily fall for it.

The players who’d used this weapon had also posted their experience on the forum in a video format, so Roland was well aware of the attack path of this thing.

But knowing it didn’t mean that he could dodge it!

The woman was swinging the giant scythe too fast.

Roland didn’t even react before the tip of the giant scythe’s blade had sliced through the Magic s.h.i.+eld on Roland’s body diagonally from the back, like slicing tofu, and then hitting Roland’s back.

Logically, at this point, Roland’s soul should have been impaled. But an accident happened.

The tip of the giant scythe’s blade made a sound like gold and stone clas.h.i.+ng when it struck Roland.

A black and white yin-yang symbol blocked Roland’s back.

Roland’s entire body was carried forward by the tremendous force, slamming into the scythe-wielding woman.

The woman was also surprised. She had never seen any souls that were immune to her reaping. “Chaos divine power,” the woman said, opening her small pink cherry lips slightly. Then Roland hit her… Logically, the woman’s body should be soft; after all, she had the same rippling chest plate as Andonara.

But Roland felt like he had hit a block of iron.

He just didn’t think about it that much and unleashed a Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball instinctively.

With a boom, an explosion of flame spread in this white misty s.p.a.ce.

The fire-colored blast swept over everything in the surroundings.

Roland and the woman were enveloped in it at the same time.

And the black-haired young girl sitting on the side watched as her afternoon tea was swept away by the blast, the table burning… even her clothes were burning up.

She was quiet; the flames didn’t seem to hurt her, but a few seconds later, her bare body was exposed to the air.

Anger, s.h.i.+vering, and cold sweat!

The young girl stood up angrily, and with a wave of her hand, a white dress reappeared on her body, and then she stared angrily at the center of the explosion. Both the flames and the blast quickly dissipated.

The woman holding the black scythe had her clothes intact, not even a stain on it.

On the contrary, Roland’s soul became much more transparent. The blast had done quite a bit of damage to himself.

Roland looked somewhat helplessly at the woman wielding the giant scythe in front of him. If she was fine after such an attack, he couldn’t think of any other way to deal with her.

“Sophie, why don’t you take him to the Wall of the Faithless?” the dark-haired girl asked.

The woman with the giant scythe shook slightly. Her expression became cold again. “I can’t. He has divine protection on him and doesn’t need to hang on the Wall of the Faithless.”

Roland sighed in relief. It seemed the game system was still very powerful.

It was just that this “divine power” gave him the feeling that things were deeply connected with the GM.

“So that’s what’s going on!” The long black-haired girl looked at Roland with interest. “So he’s of proper divine descent? Then his blood must be good to drink.”

Hearing that, Roland twisted his head and grinned at the long black-haired girl.

“You are the True Ancestor of the vampires?”

“Of course!” this young girl said proudly. “Is there anyone prettier than me in the Netherworld besides Sophie?”

The young girl was indeed beautiful, with long, silky black hair and an exceptionally delicate face.

In terms of looks alone, both women were the same, but the woman with the giant scythe was more slender and had a more majestic figure.

As a mature man, Roland simply liked voluptuous women.

The young girl was too flat.

Roland laughed even more.

Now, he even knew what the True Ancestor looked like.

Looking at Roland’s smile, the black-haired girl frowned and said, “I sense a deep malice in your smile.”

“There’s no such thing.” Roland smiled even more brightly. “I came to the Netherworld to find you, True Ancestor of the vampires.” “Your smile gives me gooseb.u.mps.” The black-haired girl turned to look at the scythe-wielding woman. “Sophie, he has ill intentions. Can you beat him up for me?”

The scythe-wielding women gave the black-haired girl a deep look. “Can’t… He has another G.o.d standing behind him. If I make a move, the other side will surely do the same, so settle your dispute on your own. I don’t want the Netherworld to become a place where both G.o.ds fight.”

The woman put away the giant scythe and then disappeared.

Watching the scythe-wielding woman disappear, Roland condensed a blue fireball with both hands; the quest required detaining or killing the True Ancestor of the vampires.

Roland preferred the latter to detention.

Looking at the fireball in Roland’s hand, the black-haired girl grunted and waved her hand, and the whole s.p.a.ce started to collapse.

In half a second, it was in fragments.

Before Roland could even throw the fireball in his hand, he was ejected from this spiritual illusion.

Back in reality, Roland was still standing in the room he was in before, surrounded by his friends who were chatting away. Then Roland spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell backward onto the ground.

His four friends looked at him, froze for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

They rushed forward and worked together to lift Roland to the stone bed next to them.

Schuck immediately used the Light Healing and even took the time to cast Sunlight in the room as this spell increased the effect of Light Healing

It also dispelled the cold air around.

Roland didn’t pa.s.s out and coughed up blood for a while longer. The effect of Light Healing and Sunlight was quite powerful, and Roland’s nearly empty health bar was brought back up. After a few minutes, he was able to speak. “I saw the True Ancestor of the vampires. She was just in a soul illusion.”

“She injured you?” Schuck was quite surprised. He didn’t feel anything just now, but Roland had already fought with the boss in the spiritual world. “She’s that strong? Will she pull in the rest of us and beat us up too?”

He was not wrong to have this worry.

For pure mental resistances, Schuck had the highest.

But when it came to the strength and application of mental attacks, Roland was the strongest among all the players on the server.

Even he had been beaten like this by the boss in the spiritual world. How would the others fare?

Roland shook his head slightly. “No, it was a fight with the Nether G.o.d that made me this way… Speaking of which, if my speculation is correct, the other woman in the spiritual s.p.a.ce is the Nether G.o.d.”

Then, Roland went over what happened in the spiritual s.p.a.ce just now in simple words.

Schuck fell silent.

“The system shows that I now have a ‘divine power residue’ effect on my body.” Roland laughed bitterly. “According to the system’s explanation, this is a body extinguis.h.i.+ng divine spell, which has only a ten percent effect on the soul, but ninety percent effect on the physical body. And it will work from the soul to the flesh.”

“That’s why you were seriously injured immediately after exiting the spiritual s.p.a.ce?” Schuck understood and found this troublesome. “That’s a problem. We’re not strong enough to slay a G.o.d.”

Roland laughed. “Your beloved G.o.ddess of Light is also a G.o.d, but as a Saint Samurai, you talk about slaying G.o.ds. Won’t she dislike you?”

“No way…” Schuck wasn’t too sure. “After all, I’m handsome. I should be somewhat privileged.”

All of a sudden Roland felt his whole body hurting, sore and aching.

It doesn’t make sense, I thought the game was only a tenth as painful!

The other three friends also looked dumbfounded.

And in the livestream, the pop-up comments were even crazier.

“Holy sh*t, this man is too narcissistic… what, he’s a Saint Samurai? Then that’s okay.” “This G.o.ddess of Light is spoiling her Saint Samurai too much.”

“The G.o.ds all have appearance complexes, please refer to Greek mythology.”

“F**k, is it too late for me to delete my account now and add everything to Charm.”

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“It’s no use, I’ve tried it. Went to the Temple of Light with everything in Charm, prayed to the Temple of Wind, and so on, and the G.o.ds don’t give a s*it.”

“Upstairs, I’m sorry for your real looks and charm.”

“I’m no good all right, you do it if you can.”

LC

“You guys are still missing the point. Now the question is, Roland actually fought with the Nether G.o.d? According to the information I gathered, the Nether G.o.d also seems to be a great beauty with long legs and an extremely thick chest plate. Roland actually fought with her for 300 rounds, how enviable.” “Wtf, why do people in F6 always meet extremely beautiful women, the dragoness, the queen, G.o.ddesses, G.o.ddesses, and G.o.ddesses.” “Maybe because they are F(uck)6.” “Why are you guys chatting about women again, every one of you is an old pervert. What’s happening now is that Roland knows what the True Ancestor of the vampires look like, and I am curious about his quest… What, the True Ancestor of the vampires is also a woman, then pretend I didn’t say this.”

Roland still forgot he was on the air, and after continued healing, he was able to stand up.

“Although I know what the True Ancestor of the vampires looks like now, she also knows what I look like,” Roland said breathlessly as he sat on the bed, his back against the wall, “so we have to take measures immediately as well.”

“How?” Schuck asked.

Roland laughed. “It’s easy. I’ll just hide. She hasn’t seen you guys, so you can all move normally. We’ll keep in touch through the guild chat. I can send three magic spiders out to gather intelligence as well. Schuck, do you think it’s better to capture the True Ancestor or kill her?”

“Is it necessary to ask? If it’s a beautiful girl, capture her, if it’s a man, kill him.”