Chapter 575 - Ill Die On My Own (2/2)

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 G.o.ddess of Life. But such a gift, I think, has a limit. After all, even a G.o.d 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 s.h.i.+eld 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 s.h.i.+eld to block a Mage’s close-distance magic blast suicide.

He tried to teleport, but it was too late.

Roland’s body s.h.i.+fted 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.ddess of Magic!” muttered Greene quietly.