Chapter 632 - Scouting Still Requires Mages (2/2)
And further away were the guards of Sisilia, about a thousand of them, watching the group of players in front of them with fear and trepidation.
Under normal circumstances, a thousand armored soldiers was quite a force… Sisilia was a transportation and trade hub and taxes were very high, making it possible to afford to support a thousand armored Elites. But now, the one thousand armored Elites, seeing the group of professionals who were at least Elites in front of them knowing that at least one-tenth of the group classified as Masters—were weak in the hands and feet.
They couldn’t win no matter what.
Strength aside, they were overwhelmed in numbers. They couldn’t possibly fight that!
Besides, there was now an endless stream of Golden Sons coming from other places.
“It’s not going to be another god-defying campaign, is it?” The commander was increasingly anxious.
He was a survivor of a certain battle to annihilate the Golden Sons over two years ago.
He had then been promoted to command an entire city’s soldiers.
Two years ago, the Golden Sons, whose average level was not even Elite, had shown tenacity.
And now, most of them had passed Elite, and there were even many Masters.
Such strength easily overpowered what they were back then.
If there was another movement against the gods, could the allied forces of the gods still overwhelm them?
The commander felt a bit anxious.
He already had the intention of resigning from his post.
The players that gathered here at this time were all from small guilds.
They were waiting for the arrival of the big guilds.
For example, Phoenix Guild, Fatter Cat, Moon Shadow, and so on.
Big guilds were different from small guilds, having large numbers that made it hard to mobilize.
And it took time for large guilds to secure a logistical line.
So they were waiting.
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The players gathered together, vaguely divided into several “alignments,” from mahjong players, to Fight the Landlord, to simple bowling, to those who engaged in a murder mystery, or small groups who simply told stories.
There was also a group of rather bored Bards who started playing the familiar Fight the Landlord’s background music.
The players also said:
“Seventeen cards, can you second me?” “Big brother, hurry up, or I’ll pour you a cappuccino if you don’t.” …Such arrogant sounding lines.
And Roland’s arrival caught the attention of almost all the players.
It couldn’t be helped; his face was too recognizable.
Especially once the figurines were out, even more people recognized him.
Roland walked up to the portal.
The players around started wagging their tongues.
“Oh sh*t, finally a person of importance has
come.”
“Only Roland came from F6?” “Where’s Schuck? The Saint Samurai should also have restraining abilities against devilish creatures, right? If he comes, and with these two experts taking the lead, we’ll follow.”
“Only one man came, probably to spy on the enemy. The scouts went in and were killed. I reckon Roland has a way.”
“I remember that he has a spider that can be thrown to the ground and is hard to spot.” “Yes, yes. In the Netherworld, he relied on that thing to break free from the illusion.”
The players’ instincts were spot-on. Roland had indeed come here to use the magic spider to scout out the enemy.
He snapped his fingers and used Lesser Benediction.
“I wish for my next spell to have no magic fluctuations.”
Then Roland summoned three magic spiders.
The magic spiders were already very small and the magic fluctuations were close to nothing.
But there were still some, and Roland reckoned that the succubus had sensed the faint magic fluctuations, which had led to the discovery of the magic spiders and their subsequent destruction.
He didn’t believe that in the dimly-lit Realm of Devils, the succubus could spot the magic spiders a dozen meters away when they hid in a small rock crevice and were almost completely transparent.
So Roland surmised that it must be this residual magic fluctuation that had been discovered by the succubus.
Now, with the enhancement of Lesser Benediction, the three magic spiders didn’t have any magic fluctuations.
Roland then used Mud to Stone to create a rock dummy that was over two meters tall.
It wasn’t a summoned creature, it was just a humanoid stone that Roland had simply manipulated with magic threads.
Then three magic spiders crawled onto the stoneman’s body and hid in dips and bumps.
Finally, the stoneman walked swaggeringly towards the portal.
At this time, many players who were watching from the sidelines started their livestreams.
The names were varied and dominated by words synonymous with shocking.
Shocking, this man actually let a stoneman do this kind of thing.
Unbelievable, the spider actually has such a relationship with the stoneman.
The stoneman entered the portal, and Roland immediately switched to the perspective of the magic spiders.
After passing through a green spatial tunnel, the stoneman had just stepped out of the magic array. One of its feet hadn’t even stepped on the ground of the Realm of Devils when a dozen air slashes suddenly appeared in the air.
These slashes appeared at the same time.
The sharpness was extraordinary.
The stoneman instantly turned into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground.
One of the magic spiders was also cut down.
But the two other magic spiders fell to the ground along with the fragments of the stoneman, then were hidden underneath the small stone fragments.
From Roland’s point of view, the surroundings were dark; after all, the magic spiders had no vision now.
Yet, he could hear the sounds around them.
The vibrations of someone walking… from a distance.
Then there was the sound of fluttering wings in the air.
“This time they were smart enough to send a summoned creature over to see what’s going on, but my spatial slashes were still faster.”
The male voice was low, and though it was in the language of the Realm of Devils, Roland had Language Proficiency on him and could understand it.
“What is the situation over there? It’s obvious the magic array has been activated, but Lord Paimon won’t let us go over.”
This was a female voice, very sultry and charming. Just listening to it would make one hard. It felt like such a voice needed to be censored.
“None of the imps that were led there have returned either,” the male voice continued. “But I’m curious, how long will the army continue to assemble? There are already thirty thousand now. That’s enough for us to conduct the main plane expedition. Why is Lord Paimon still not satisfied and still looking for reinforcements?”.
“Lord Paimon’s divination is quite powerful; he must have a reason for doing so.” The sultry female voice made a strange sound as if she were licking her lips. “I would love to get intimate with the young men of the main plane. It’s been over two hundred years since I’ve tasted them.”