Chapter 618 - To Capture or to Kill (1/2)

Hearing these words, Roland immediately felt a cold chill on the back of his neck.

For the woman who spoke, the long black giant scythe in her hand and her slender but curvaceous body formed a strange sense of beauty.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Roland as if she had seen a disgusting bug.

With a single stride, she appeared two meters in front of Roland. It was like a flash spell but without any magic fluctuations.

She looked utterly disgusted.

Roland wasn’t the type to wait for death.

“Magic Shield!”

“Prismatic Spray!”

These two spells were instantly released.

Prismatic Spray was a very strong offensive spell, and smearing it in someone’s face at close range might be too much for even a Legend to handle.

But the large iridescent comet-like mass of colored light vanished like a bubble when it reached the woman.

Then the woman swung the scythe and chopped at Roland’s body.

Because it was a long scythe, depending on the trajectory of the woman’s swing, the tip of the scythe’s would instead cut diagonally through Roland’s back and skewer him.

This was the proper way to use an arc-shaped giant scythe.

It was quite a bizarre line of attack and someone without combat experience with it could easily fall for it.

The players who’d used this weapon had also posted their experience on the forum in a video format, so Roland was well aware of the attack path of this thing.

But knowing it didn’t mean that he could dodge it!

The woman was swinging the giant scythe too fast.

Roland didn’t even react before the tip of the giant scythe’s blade had sliced through the Magic Shield on Roland’s body diagonally from the back, like slicing tofu, and then hitting Roland’s back.

Logically, at this point, Roland’s soul should have been impaled. But an accident happened.

The tip of the giant scythe’s blade made a sound like gold and stone clashing when it struck Roland.

A black and white yin-yang symbol blocked Roland’s back.

Roland’s entire body was carried forward by the tremendous force, slamming into the scythe-wielding woman.

The woman was also surprised. She had never seen any souls that were immune to her reaping. “Chaos divine power,” the woman said, opening her small pink cherry lips slightly. Then Roland hit her… Logically, the woman’s body should be soft; after all, she had the same rippling chest plate as Andonara.

But Roland felt like he had hit a block of iron.

He just didn’t think about it that much and unleashed a Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball instinctively.

With a boom, an explosion of flame spread in this white misty space.

The fire-colored blast swept over everything in the surroundings.

Roland and the woman were enveloped in it at the same time.

And the black-haired young girl sitting on the side watched as her afternoon tea was swept away by the blast, the table burning… even her clothes were burning up.

She was quiet; the flames didn’t seem to hurt her, but a few seconds later, her bare body was exposed to the air.

Anger, shivering, and cold sweat!

The young girl stood up angrily, and with a wave of her hand, a white dress reappeared on her body, and then she stared angrily at the center of the explosion. Both the flames and the blast quickly dissipated.

The woman holding the black scythe had her clothes intact, not even a stain on it.

On the contrary, Roland’s soul became much more transparent. The blast had done quite a bit of damage to himself.

Roland looked somewhat helplessly at the woman wielding the giant scythe in front of him. If she was fine after such an attack, he couldn’t think of any other way to deal with her.

“Sophie, why don’t you take him to the Wall of the Faithless?” the dark-haired girl asked.

The woman with the giant scythe shook slightly. Her expression became cold again. “I can’t. He has divine protection on him and doesn’t need to hang on the Wall of the Faithless.”

Roland sighed in relief. It seemed the game system was still very powerful.

It was just that this “divine power” gave him the feeling that things were deeply connected with the GM.

“So that’s what’s going on!” The long black-haired girl looked at Roland with interest. “So he’s of proper divine descent? Then his blood must be good to drink.”

Hearing that, Roland twisted his head and grinned at the long black-haired girl.

“You are the True Ancestor of the vampires?”

“Of course!” this young girl said proudly. “Is there anyone prettier than me in the Netherworld besides Sophie?”

The young girl was indeed beautiful, with long, silky black hair and an exceptionally delicate face.

In terms of looks alone, both women were the same, but the woman with the giant scythe was more slender and had a more majestic figure.

As a mature man, Roland simply liked voluptuous women.

The young girl was too flat.