Chapter 595 - More Terrifying than a Devil (1/2)

Chapter 595 More Terrifying than a Devil

Greene then teleported out of the area.

The other Legendary Mage also gave Roland vicious glares and immediately teleported away.

There wasn’t much point in fighting Roland when they couldn’t restrain him.

The Elemental Embodiment was too disgusting and the exhaustion tactic was invincible. Besides, they knew that Roland had special means of replenishing magic power, and even if Mage’s Disjunction was used to temporarily remove the magic from his body and the area around him, it would do little.

After all, the Great Elder had used Mage’s Disjunction against Roland as well, but it didn’t mean much since the latter was able to resurrect himself and he still killed Oepmop by blowing himself up even though he was surrounded by six people and couldn’t retreat.

The two Legendary Mages were quite fearful of this man’s “wild nature.”

Five people hadn’t been able to take him down, and now there were only two people… Taking on Roland would be a pipe dream.

It was simple logic, so the two left without hesitation.

They had a backup plan that they didn’t want to use.

Watching the two Legendary Mages leave one after another, Roland also sighed in relief.

He had broken more than thirty layers of barriers in a row, and his mental power was almost at its limit.

Of course, he still had the strength to use Elemental Embodiment, but it was easy to lose control when Elemental Embodiment was used with depleted mental power.

Like the first time he used Elemental Embodiment, there was a brief rampage.

The spirit and soul couldn’t harness a “body” that powerful.

A rampaging Elemental Lord would probably even start killing players if it accidentally entered the base.

At worst, his name might become red.

It was better not to do it.

Roland looked around as he snapped his fingers. A hole cracked open in the ground and he jumped in, sealed the ground, and began to rest.

The battle situation over at the players’ base, for better or worse, was out of his hands for now.

The depletion of mental energy wasn’t magic power depletion, and there was no way to replenish it for the time being, so he could only rest.

Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and quickly found the live battle report from the base.

The players inside the base were almost finished being “cleared” by the Spatial Magic Tower, and only a handful of players were still desperately fleeing, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy and holding on.

These were either high-sensitivity Hunters, Thieves, or Assassins who were good with crossbows.

They could escape if they wanted to.

But they didn’t want to run away. They just wanted to shoot arrows now and then from a distance to annoy the other side.

In reality, the people of the Spatial Magic Tower were truly annoyed by them.

It was now a guerrilla battle, and the intelligent golem had little use in this environment.

In an open environment, facing an extremely large number of enemies, it could take away a bunch of lives with a single punch or kick.

But in this kind of “city” setting where there were buildings everywhere, its tall body became a disadvantage instead.

It became a little difficult to hit the enemies, who were quite small to him.

And the hundred or so remaining players were the superb fighting elites of the four thousand players.

They had an amazingly keen sense for skirmishes.

Immediately after releasing an arrow, they shifted quickly and wandered off in a rather sneaky way that was impossible to trace. With their hold and harassment, the two hundred or so Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages were weary, and already more than thirty of them had been hit by arrows. And all of these arrows were coated with poison.

Although many of them knew Detoxification and Healing…

The injured could be quickly treated, but the temporary state of weakness couldn’t be avoided.

On the battlefield, one’s greatest fear was having a wounded comrade who couldn’t move.

Because an injured person like this required at least two teammates to take care of.

So with over thirty injured, along with the need for over sixty Mages to help, the two hundred or so Mages’ battle power was instantly cut to about half.

Damn it!

Pylos, the Legendary Mage mixed in with the crowd, was furious.

It was clear that they had succeeded in their night raid, and it was clear that they had won a huge victory.

But why was it now that they were in a hard battle!

And the situation was getting more and more dangerous.

He grimly inspected to his left and right, then there was a scream to his left as another Mage took an arrow to the kidney. The injured man covered his wound, black blood flowing out and quickly darkening a large area of his clothing.

Immediately someone came up and treated the wounded man, helping him pull out the arrow in the process.

A black shaft and a cyan arrowhead!

There were also subtle white magic patterns on it.

Spell-breaking arrows!

I can’t believe they’re even using this. “What the hell are we fighting against,” Pylos muttered as his body went a little cold. “We’re struggling just fighting five thousand Golden Sons. When we do get to the land absent of magic, can we face hundreds of millions or even billions of Golden Sons?”

The more he thought about it, the colder the chill he felt.

At this time, a companion descended from the air. It was Greene. He walked up to Pylos and said with a twisted face, “We failed, let’s retreat.”

“Why did you fail?” Pylos asked in disbelief.