Chapter 598 - Roland Slammed His Pen in a Rage (1/2)

Chapter 598 Roland Slammed His Pen in a Rage

Now the forum was filled with wailing. The maggot Warlocks at the start had taken great credit, but they also completely enraged the Spatial Magic Tower.

Most of the players who had raided here were killed once, and some up to two or three times.

They dropped by one level on average. An intelligent golem was already enough trouble.

Now there was a woman who was suspected of being a white dragon.

She punched through everything.

Until now, no one, be it a Warrior, Mage, or whatever the h.e.l.l else, could stand up to her punch.

There were many videos of her fights on the forums, and the woman’s speed was frighteningly fast; only a white blur could be seen at the raw speed of the video. One had to slow it down to 0.1x speed to see her movements.

Even then, it was with a blurred residue.

Players skilled in data flow began a.n.a.lyzing her abilities frame by frame. Not a single scale on her armor was spared.

But even then, not much information was derived.

Nothing more than the fact that this woman was terrifyingly strong physically.

Warriors of full const.i.tution growth were as feeble as children compared to her.

And the scene of Roland being punched away was popularized by countless people who kept watching it on repeat. There were many parody videos made from it. For example, subt.i.tles were added.

Roland: Woman, kneel and lick me!

Then a punch sent him flying and set him into the city wall.

Or…

Roland: I have a bald head built into me, woman, do you want to see?

Then a punch sent him flying.

Those who had a grudge against Roland and enjoyed watching him make a fool of himself and had a bit of video editing ability were pus.h.i.+ng the parodies as hard as they could. For a while, gifs of Roland getting hammered by a woman were circulating on the internet. Many of the older generations of netizens who weren’t interested in virtual reality games also got to know him in just two or three days.

A conservative estimate was that there were already at least a billion and a half or so netizens around the world who had seen similar gifs.

It even surpa.s.sed Margret and Andonara in one fell swoop, becoming the hidden “poster girl” of World of Falan.

Officials took advantage of this popularity by saying that they were going to make poster girl figurines from the three options.

Leaning forward, slightly lifting the hem of her skirt, the little fire dragon princess Margret with a charming smile.

Fully clad in blue and white leather light armor, holding a spear, blue flames blazing at the tip to form a pale blue battle flag, the valiant Queen Andonara.

And… Roland, who was sent flying and stuck in the wall.

Roland, with seventy-seven percent of the vote, edged out the two main poster girls, the mature woman and the lolita. The official announcement was made immediately, and in a month, the poster girl figurine with the highest number of votes would go on sale in the official store.

When Roland exited the game the next day and saw the result, he slammed the mouse down on the table.

“I’m so mad!”

Then he went to the cold drink bar and was ridiculed by his friends.

In the game, after the Spatial Magic Tower’s forces retreated to Tebesia, they stopped going outside.

Only the white-armored woman would come around the base and pummel the players now and then.

No one could take her down. Neither magic nor physical attacks could touch her.

After hammering a couple of hundred players to death, she’d leave.

Then she’d come back the next day.

In just three days, she had forced back the players by about ten kilometers. What was even more troublesome was that the intelligent golem had also finished recharging.

It, too, joined the battle.

This time, the players were faced with a fully charged powerful golem.

The two red rays of light that shot out from its eyes took away the “lives” of countless players.

“It’s time to invite Roland over again.” Looking at the Fine Gold golem in the distance, Fatter Cat’s guild chairman Wright and the other guild chairmen in the command post were quite helpless.

And at this point, Roland was just able to get out of bed.

He had fractures all over his body and his skull was cracked in several places, but this couldn’t be seen on the surface.

After using Moderate Healing, Roland remained in bed for three days, until all his bones realigned. He put on his magic robe. Andonara stood by, armed to the teeth, waiting quietly. The atmosphere was somewhat serious.

Roland dusted off his clothes, turned around, and said, “Anna, it’s dangerous. I don’t want to take you there.”

Andonara pursed her lips, not speaking.

She just looked at her man in silence.

Her timid look carried an unshakable stubbornness.

She knew that if she forced Roland to take her, Roland would be upset and unhappy, so she was a little unsure of herself.

But the thought that Roland had been so miserable before, that her man had had to spend three days in bed before he could stand, even with the help of magic, infuriated her.

She wanted to kill the woman who had dared to harm Roland to such a degree.

She didn’t care whether the woman was a dragon or not.

So she had a conflicted look on her face now.

Scared and tough!

Roland saw that she didn’t say anything and just looked at him. He yielded and couldn’t help but say, “That woman may be a dragon. She’s very strong. I worry that you will be hurt…”

“I’m more worried when you’re hurt.” Andonara stared at her man. “So I’m going to help you.”

“But that could be a white dragon, stronger than you, perhaps.”

“That’s fine. I have the Hero’s blood, and the white dragon is evil; I was born to restrain her.”

Roland scratched his head. “But you have to protect the First Princess Stephanie, right?”