Chapter 241 - Press You to the Ground (2/2)

Dalton had expected to see a panicked runner, but to his surprise, the young man was staring at him unusually calmly in a bright gray magic robe.

Dalton felt that something was wrong, but his eyes glittered when he saw the magic necklace in Roland’s hand.

Though he was several meters away, he could sense the intense aura of magic from the magic necklace.

It was indeed a piece of equipment that could store magic power.

For a Mage, magic power was the foundation of everything. Without it, they couldn’t cast any spell however powerful it was.

Magic power was attack, defense, and life.

“Young man, hand it over,” Dalton said kindly. “You know what I’m talking about. You can’t get away after stealing an artifact from the a.s.sociation of Mages.”

His kindliness and casualness suggested that he felt that everything was under control.

Roland waved the necklace at Dalton and slowly put it on his own neck.

His movement was slow but steady, filled with mockery.

Dalton’s face contorted. He said with a faint smile, “Young man, you don’t seem to be very smart.”

Roland chuckled. “Kaka Bard sends his regards from the underworld!”

Dalton knew that it was a trap the moment he heard that. He suddenly raised his staff and pointed it at Roland.

A dozen rainbows were unleashed at Roland, with long exhaust flames behind.

But in the next second, a blue puppet with a s.h.i.+eld appeared out of nowhere and took all the magic bullets.

Generally speaking, the spells stored in a staff couldn’t be too powerful, although they could often catch the enemy unprepared.

The magic resistance of the s.h.i.+elded puppet was more than enough to block them.

Dalton was surprised to see the blue puppet.

Wasn’t this… the derivative spell model that Young Bard submitted?

Was this guy the real creator of the derivative spell?

Run!

Now that this guy was bold enough to trick him to come here, it wouldn’t be easy for him to escape.

If he stayed any longer, something might happen to him.

Dalton immediately soared to the sky, but when he was only ten meters high, someone announced behind him in a magnetic voice, “Decree: No Flying!”

Dalton immediately sensed that a strange force was pressing him down.

Decree? A Saint Samurai?

While trying to resist the invisible force, Dalton struggled to turn around, only to see a young man in platinum armor behind him.

The man was holding a heavy sword and emitting bright golden rays of light.

d.a.m.n it! He’s really a Saint Samurai!

It was a trap against him. Even his flight spells of the wind cla.s.s had been taken into consideration.

He tried his best to summon his magic power to resist the divine power of the Decree.

It was a direct compet.i.tion of strength. Decree: No Flying could only suppress the flight spells that were weaker than itself.

It remained to be seen who was stronger.

Although Schuck was only Level Five and Dalton was Level Ten, thanks to the high attribution growth of the Golden Sons and the unimaginable cla.s.s buff of the Saint Samurai, Schuck was actually slightly stronger than Dalton despite the major gap between their levels.

As a result, Dalton, frightened, watched himself to be pressed back to the ground from midair.

The whole process took slightly more than four minutes.

In the meantime, Roland simply observed in silence without doing anything.