Chapter 634 - We’ll Sign Up (1/2)
Chapter 634 We’ll Sign Up
Roland and Schuck entered the magic array, and after a period of weightlessness like they were on a roller coaster and a green tunnel, the two appeared in front of the portal to the Realm of Devils.
With their feet on the barren red land, the two did not hesitate.
Magic instantly exploded and Roland’s body disappeared as soon as he appeared, appearing at the highest point of the ring-shaped depression, and at least twenty gazes locked onto him the moment he manifested.
In front of him was a thick, solid circle of tents, with a large number of devils walking around them or at work.
Those twenty gazes staring at Roland became more intense.
But in the next instant, Roland’s figure disappeared again, reappearing in front of the tents.
Without waiting for those devils to react, he suddenly disappeared again and appeared at the back of the tents, then kept teleporting and had “run” far away in less than three seconds.
Many devils showed peculiar smiles.
These were the ones who were good at spatial magic.
Devils, by nature, were also creatures that relied on their own bloodline enhancements.
Many of them knew how to teleport, but they didn’t know more advanced teleportation spells and cross-dimensional teleportation.
These devils had the combat power to pummel the vast majority of spatial Mages.
But they just didn’t know how to teleport long distances.
This was a classic example of having talent without learning new knowledge.
Starting high and regressing.
When they saw Roland about to teleport away, they were about to teleport to go after him.
At that moment, however, a rather brilliant golden glow descended from the sky.
They looked back to find a human with golden wings of light floating in the air.
On top of this human’s head was a golden orb that glowed as if it were the sun.
The Razor Specters that were guarding the magic gate had long since turned into green smoke under the golden light.
“Holy light!”
Seeing this light, all the devils rioted.
Including the twenty devils who could teleport. Their eyes were all drawn to the Saint Samurai in the air.
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Almost all devils had an instinctive aversion to holy light.
They gave up chasing Roland, pounded their chests with both hands, and let out earth-shattering roars as they rushed toward the golden figure. Schuck floated in the air, his Heart of Light necklace around his neck and his Holy Sword of Light in his hand.
He raised the holy sword high.
All the power of the holy light concentrated on the tip of the sword.
A cross-shaped, blinding light appeared on the tip and grew brighter. Those powerful devils reacted extremely quickly as they immediately stopped their forward charge and shouted, “Scatter!”
“Light eternal, holy light supreme!”
Shuck’s hands were shaking, but he shouted out the prayer of the divine spell excitedly.
The cross-shaped light expanded endlessly after this, and finally formed a huge cross of light before stopping.
It illuminated a ten-kilometer diameter centered on the portal.
In the eyes of most of the devils who were facing the cross-shaped light, the world was golden in color. Then they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, followed by a stinging pain all over their bodies.
A large number of miserable screams rang out at the same time.
The light cross only lasted four seconds.
When the golden light that penetrated the sky disappeared, so did Schuck.
A large number of low-level devils were burned and blackened all over, groaning and rolling around on the ground in pain.
The higher level devils protected their eyes by simply covering them with their hands.
When the golden light shone on their bodies, only some black smoke appeared, hurting only the surface of their skin.
A succubus landed from the air and looked at her wings in distress.
Just now she was using her wings to block most of the holy light shining on her, protecting her delicate skin.
But as a result, the back of her wings bore many charred, blackened cracks that would hardly heal completely without three or four days.
Many charred low-level devils were groaning, but not too many of them were fatally wounded.
Light divine spells had this drawback of being wide-ranged but not truly lethal.
It could have a good suppression effect. But it wasn’t quite able to kill the enemy. She looked around and laughed. “It looks powerful, but in reality, it doesn’t do much damage. This Saint Samurai is still not quite strong enough.” Unlike the succubus’s relaxed state, the walking winged devil next to her snarled, “Provocation, this is a provocation to us. Come when he wants, leave when he wants. What does he take this place for, a hunting ground?”.
Just as the walking winged devil spoke, the portal began to glow green again, followed by a dozen humans being transported over.
Then a dozen more were teleported over.
Several seconds later, over a hundred humans were in front of the portal.
These humans, for the most part, were Elite, and a few were Master.
“So bold, to come with only a hundred men?” The succubus covered her small mouth in surprise, her lofty chest plate wobbling around.
The walking winged devil gave a sardonic laugh. “Play with them, finish them off, eat them, and leave their skulls for our urinals.”
The succubus gave a disgusted look.
But the countless charred little devils around them jumped up and charged toward these hundred players.
These hundred or so players all revealed a look of despair when they saw the densely packed monsters rushing at them.
They wanted to run back, but the portal was restricted by strange energy at this time.
They took a closer look and found a thin, dry devil above the depression that looked like it had been pulled into a noodle, interfering with the teleportation magic array with green energy.
There were no powerful Mages among them to crack the other side’s interference.
There was no way to return for the time being.
They looked around at the densely packed devils rushing over and instead calmed down. One of them slowly drew his scimitar and shouted, “Killing one will break even, killing two will profit. Show them what we’ve got, we’re all combat players from top guilds. We can’t lose face.”
“Well said!”
“Can’t agree more.”
More weapons were drawn.
Then the group of players charged towards the dense mass of devils around them. “Demacia[1]!”
“For the preservation of our blue and pure world[2]!”
“Ura, long live the giant red bear[3]!”
“Lolis in stockings are awesome!”
The vast majority of those who rushed into the magic gate were Warriors, and no matter what, they were always fighting on the front line.
Warriors had an innate skill Warcry, where they received a certain bonus to their combat power when they roared out their ideals before a battle.
This ideal could be set in the system function interface.
The effect of such a skill could be obtained by simply shouting out a pre-set statement.