Chapter 630 - A Famous Scene Recreated (1/2)

Chapter 630 A Famous Scene Recreated

The magic gate began to glow.

It became brighter and brighter, and everyone present felt a pressure descending from the void as if there was a pair of huge eyes staring at them from above.

Above their heads, however, was just the soil of the cave layer. But it wasn’t an illusion, and even Andonara was staring a little nervously above herself, glancing at the increasingly bright magic gate now and then.

Unlike them, the pressure Roland felt was a different matter.

A mental power that made him very uncomfortable came from the spatial magic gate.

It split into countless mental threads that seemed to be scouting.

Everyone’s mental power “flavor” was different.

Andonara’s mental power, for example, was sweet, like honey.

Vivian’s was apple-flavored.

First Princess Stephanie’s felt roughly like a snow pear.

Of course, this was also a personal feeling.

There was a high degree of subjectivity.

And the mental threads reaching from across the other side smelled of sulfur and even of niter in a manure pit.

It was quite disgusting. Roland was also the strongest in mental power here, and he was the only one who could “see” these thin, whisker-like webs of mental power.

No one else felt it.

“Everyone stand back,” Roland called out in a small voice.

Seeing the phenomenon of the magic gate lighting up and the odd power in the air, as if it was some kind of demonic god staring at them, the players of Cornucopia, who were already extremely wary, immediately backed up upon hearing the words.

Andonara didn’t go. She stood behind Roland, her hand on the hilt of her sword, to protect him immediately in case something happened.

Although she understood that Golden Sons couldn’t die, she just didn’t want Roland to get hurt.

It was like knowing that a minor injury wouldn’t kill someone, but it was just as heartbreaking for someone close to see it.

Roland was in a difficult position at this point.

Normally, the only way to cut through mental power was for another’s mental power to go over and twist and break the other party’s mental threads.

But the problem was that… Roland didn’t want to touch the other party with his mental power.

It was like how you wouldn’t want to touch a pile of feces when you saw it.

It was just that these mental threads were becoming more and more numerous, and they were beginning to gradually coalesce as if to make some sort of maneuver.

Roland was tempted to stop it, and in this case, it was obvious that stopping the other side would be the right thing to do.

But he didn’t want to use his mental power to touch the other party’s feces-like mental threads and was in a difficult situation when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a weapon that could deal with mental power.

Reaching into his Backpack, Roland brought out the giant black scythe.

After brandishing it a few times to show off, he sliced at the densely packed mental threads.

The giant black scythe was light, almost weightless, and even Roland could brandish it impressively.

It hadn’t been a waste of time for him to learn how to use a war scythe from Andonara.

He was already fast, fierce, and accurate. As the scythe sliced down, the mental threads in its path broke.

It was as simple as using a razor to help a believer’s tonsure.

With a swish, all the threads broke and fell to the ground, twisting a few times before they turned into nothing but mental energy and finally disappeared into the air. The cutting of these mental threads was accompanied by a roar of pain and anger from the other side of the magic gate. Judging by the loudness of the voice, it was probably a creature of considerable size.

The other side was cautious… coming over and scouting with their mental power first.

But unfortunately, the Nether God’s War Scythe in Roland’s hand could even cut through souls, not to mention mere mental power.

Severing them and being unable to take them back was quite damaging. “What is that thing on the other side?” asked Andonara, a little nervous.

She felt uncomfortable. The instincts of her Hero bloodline told her that the monster on the other side seemed to have some affinity with her.

This made her remember what Diablo had said more than a year ago.

The so-called Heroes were nothing more than traitors of the Realm of Devils.

And just now Roland said that this magic gate was from the Realm of Devils, so for some reason, Andonara felt a little distracted.

Roland threw down three magic spiders, watched them burrow into the magic array, and said, “Not sure, but I can go check it out.”

Soon, images came from the magic spiders.

The spiders that had passed through the magic gate appeared in a red land.

It was either a desert or simply red soil, and there were no plants to be seen. It was covered in rolling hills with no visible end.

The sky was black, and it was densely populated with stars, large and small, of varying brightness, like fireflies packed together, near and far.

The whole world looked desolate and seemed devoid of life.

But not far away, Roland saw a huge figure that was walking slowly.

It had a somewhat humanoid upper body and a pair of huge, vaguely bat-like wings on its back.

The lower half of its body was similar to a dragon’s, very bloated, yet it walked on four legs, and it had a long, fat, fleshy tail trailing on the ground. It swayed its body slightly from side to side as it walked. Roland had the three spiders follow quietly behind it, and then he noticed that the strange giant creature seemed to be injured and that the swaying of its body was the result of unsteadiness.

This is the devilish creature whose mental threads I severed? Roland became curious and kept the three spiders on its heels.

The strange giant creature kept going, and after a while, a woman with devilish wings on her back, goat horns on her head, a pair of goat’s hooves, and in rather revealing clothing suddenly flew down from the air!

Succubus!

This figure was so classic.

Almost any book about summoned creatures, or men’s dreams, mentioned this creature from the Realm of Devils.

The dream lover of all Warlocks.

The flower of the Realm of Devilsthat had the two labels of “loyal and capable” and “no betrayal during the time of contract.”

Up until now, there had been some Warlocks among players who summoned Succubi.

But it took more than luck to summon such a devilish creature.

It took strength and special offerings.

It wasn’t that simple. Otherwise, feces Warlocks wouldn’t contract those maggots. It was because they couldn’t summon a Succubus that they were forced to do so.

This Succubus was quite strong. In the images transferred from the spiders, the level of the NPC couldn’t be seen, just her visage. But judging from the aura, Roland reckoned she was probably close to being a Legend.

She landed in front of the strange, giant creature and said a few words, and then suddenly looked over and then pointed. Roland then lost the mental imprints of the three spiders. “Busted!”

Roland clicked his tongue as he looked at the portal. He thought for a moment about exiting the cave and then using a large fireball to blow the place down.

But it was also at this time that a system message suddenly appeared in the sight of all the players.