375 The Devil on Earth doge (2/2)

However, this was actually just an illusion. Facing a power stronger than one's own and things that were prone to cause harm to oneself, one would instinctively exaggerate them; the Arcane Bullets that seemed to cover the sky in this bow-wielders' eyes were actually no more than twenty-four.

But this was enough.

The Arcane Bullets that erupted as if they were canister shots enveloped a great spatial range and the bow-wielder, who jumped in midair, was flooded by the wave of bullets.

Several Arcane Bullets hit him, knocking him backward in the air and into a tree before he slid down limply.

This man wasn't dead and was even struggling and thrashing around, trying to get up.

The life force of a professional was indeed much, much stronger than that of an ordinary person: an ordinary person would have undoubtedly turned into a puddle of mud after taking so many Arcane Bullets.

Roland walked up slowly.

The bow-wielder smiled miserably and stuffed something in his mouth.

Roland raised his hand and cast two successive spells of Detoxification and Minor Healing.

The bow-wielder took a poisonous pill, and just as his face started to turn green, the poison was immediately removed by Detoxification, and the other spell slowly healed the bow-wielder's body.

The bow-wielder's dirty face covered in black mud showed some surprise.

”It's not that easy to die,” Roland said gently. ”Name the man who commands you, and I can let you go.”

The bow-wielder slowly stood up, threw aside his bow, pulled out a dagger from his back, and sneered, ”To actually heal me, an Assassin, and even willing to let me go, what a benevolent lord of a Mage.”

Hearing the other party's mystifying voice, Roland was unconcerned and continued, ”I can guarantee this with all my honor.”

”Hehe!”

With a disdainful sneer, the Assassin shifting into an attack stance, and an immense killing intent rushed forth.

Roland said helplessly, ”You're already heavily injured. Even with a healing spell, you won't heal that quickly, you're no match for me. And besides, I'm a Golden Son, so even if you get away with killing me, I can just as well…”

It was then that the Assassin smiled as if his scheme had prevailed and the dagger in his hand plunged into his own heart.

Roland was stunned.

And then the Assassin sliced the dagger diagonally with more force. Half of his heart cavity was cut open, and bright red blood spurted out like spring water.

The Assassin's smile solidified on his face and his body collapsed backward.

This kind of critical and serious injury could not be saved by Minor Healing alone.

Roland was stunned for a while and said, depressed, ”Oh, a martyr.”

He snapped his fingers, and the mud swirled, burying the man's corpse in the ground. This was sort of giving him a place to be buried without leaving his corpse laid out in the wilderness to be eaten by wild animals.

Roland was silent for a while before flying back to his Magic Tower.

At this moment on the forum, someone else posted a thread about how Roland had just crushed over a dozen players from Silver Wings.

The Professions Are So Unbalanced, My Hands and Feet Are Cold, What Do You Want From a Warrior?

Despite choosing an exaggerated title, the content was pretty simple and straightforward, without any words but a video.

It was the process of Roland one-sidedly beating over a dozen Silver Wings Warriors in a minute. The entire video was in black and white, with a mournful shawm melody. The noteworthy part was Jason's incompetent rage of yelling ”Best Cheater,” which was edited with a savage method of repeated slow playback, highlighting his extreme frustration and anger.

It gave people a feeling of bitterness, unfairness, and wanting to crack up.

Players responded with a heavy heart, and the one that got the most thumbs up was this one.

”Alas, hell is empty, and the devil is on earth (doge).”