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

“Roland has an amazing ability to learn.” Greene looked envious. “He was able to parse Imprisonment and find a way to destroy it within a few minutes.”

“You’re kidding?” growled Pylos with wide eyes. “That’s a level-five spell. Even for us, it would take some time to learn. Roland can actually parse a level-five spell in the middle of a battle. Is he the bast*rd son of the Goddess of Magic?”

“How should I know.”

Greene’s expression was bitter. The fact that they could become Legends meant that they were also very talented people. But now, a much more powerful, truer genius had appeared in front of their eyes, with whom they had a hostile relationship. It was no wonder they were so bitter.

“Things won’t be easy to handle now that you’ve failed to take care of Roland.” Pylos looked around at the demoralized group of Mages. “We should pull back.” Greene realized at this point that their Mage corps seemed to have taken some heavy losses. “How’d the fight end up like this?”

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“The Golden Sons don’t fear death.” The distant magical glow, bright and colorful at times, reflected onto Pylos’s face. “They fear it even less than the madmen of the Realm of Devils. The creatures of the Realm of Devils are nothing compared to them.”

Greene had a puzzled look.

“You haven’t fought them head-on, and you’ve only watched them fight the golem from the walls before, so you don’t have a direct impression.” Pylos looked up at the black sky. “Only those who have fought them head-on understand how terrifying these people are.”

“We clearly have the advantage, so why do you think that?” reprimanded Greene. “You are an elder and a mentor, and even you are like this. No wonder their morale is low.”

Seemingly trying to prove Pylos’s words, a Thief player who was walking on the walls didn’t step firmly and accidentally fell off the roof.

Although he didn’t fall to his death, he broke both legs and ended up crawling on the ground.

A group of Mages immediately rushed over and surrounded him.

Their eyes burned as they looked at him.

In the eyes of the Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages, this Golden Son had no fear even though he was surrounded.

He even laughed slightly smugly and said, “I wouldn’t have fallen so hard if there was a haystack on the ground.”

Looking at this smile of his, each of the originally aggressive Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages got goosebumps and even felt a chill.

This Golden Son fell hard. How hard was the fall?

The bones of both lower legs protruded out from his kneecaps, torn wisps of flesh on the sharp stubble of the bones.

The Golden Son’s face was white, a ghastly white.

But he didn’t seem to feel the pain as he used his hands to prop his upper body up and sit on the floor. “I’m a little scared of the word suicide-folks, can you give me a quick death!”

With that, he voluntarily handed over his short blade.

The short blade had an eerie green glow on it, obviously coated with a strong poison.

Then he laughed again.

When he opened his mouth, a glob of frothy blood gushed out from his mouth.

The fall probably hadn’t only broken his legs, but also injured his heart and lungs. However, because of the strong vitality of a professional, he managed not to die.

He could survive for at least another 10 minutes to half an hour.

The group of spatial Mage surrounding him backed up in unison.

A lunatic!

Why can he still laugh with such heavy injuries?

Even if he could be resurrected, the pain preceding death wasn’t something that an average person could endure.

“You don’t dare?” This Golden Son’s voice began to grow hoarse, a sign that his lungs were beginning to run out of oxygen. “Cowards. I really have to do it myself.”

After speaking, this Golden Son held a short blade upside down pointed at his left eye, and stabbed hard.

Gush.

The 15-centimeter short blade almost went entirely into the eye.

A stream of blood spurted out of his eye.

A dozen spatial Mages took another step back in unison.

Some of them began to tremble.

Even so, this Golden Son still didn’t die. He had some strength left, grabbing the short blade and twisting it hard.

The blade twisted his eyes and brain to pieces.

More blood spurted out, along with a small half of a shattered eyeball and a large amount of white brain matter.

At this time, this Golden Son truly died.

His body tilted back and fell heavily to the ground.

Until now, a peculiar smile remained at the corner of his mouth.

One corner of his mouth curled up like a V.

His arrogance was tinged with a sickening smugness. “See, this is the enemy we are facing,” Pylos said dispiritedly. “Even if they are weak, we can’t really defeat them. Besides, soon, they will be resurrected and will come before us again. You can be unafraid, but what about them?”

Pylos pointed to the Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages around him.

Greene was also shivering inside; after all, that Golden Son’s actions were too horrendous and disgusting

“Then retreat.” Greene gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s retreat to Tebesia first. With the defensive magic array in place, there’s nothing they can do to us for now.”

At this moment, Pylos suddenly looked around as he laughed bitterly. “It seems to be too late.”

At some point, many figures appeared in the dark sky outside the base, and they surrounded the entire base.

Furthermore, they had set up a formation.

“Our plan was flawed from the beginning.” Pylos laughed, seemingly with some desperation. “These Golden Sons don’t fear pain or death. They will get back on their feet even if we kill them a hundred times, and then they’ll find a chance to purge us.”