Chapter 644 - Dimensional Slash (1/2)

Roland’s hand was seized. It wasn’t a simple magic effect, but the power of law.

The octagram was actually a quasi-divine artifact. It was better than epic equipment, but not as powerful as a real divine artifact.

But even so, it was still very powerful.

The name of the item was “Paimon’s Pacification” and it contained some of Paimon’s power.

When it attacked the enemy, the non-law defense spells on the enemy would be nullified.

It would grab the target after it was launched.

It was also why Roland’s Magic Shield didn’t work.

A regular level-12 Mage would’ve been easily squished by the giant hand.

However, Roland was favored by two goddesses. Although it provided nothing but some stats for him, the two goddesses were lawful deities.

Paimon, as a Demon God, used chaotic power.

So, while this hand would’ve squished a regular professional, its size was greatly diminished when it hit Roland and collided with the aura of the Favored.

It became the size of a regular hand.

Even so, it would’ve still broken most people’s feet.

Unfortunately, Roland was still very lucky. Not long ago, he just acquired Tough Body, a Legendary perk, through the equality contract with Andonara.

So, his physical defense was very high at this moment.

It was with this perk that he was able to break Andonara’s defense and resist the clinching of a Legendary Hero.

So… the invincible pseudo-artifact failed this time and couldn’t cause greater damage to Roland after catching him.

With this ominous hand holding him back, Roland’s flying speed clearly lowered.

The thing clung on to him even when he entered the spatial bubble.

The devils’ flying troops were catching up. It was impossible to kite them anymore.

Roland turned back and cut the white hand with Wind Blade, using some mental power.

However, the Wind Blade was deflected with a metallic noise when it hit the ominous hand.

It looked like a human hand, but it was essentially energy? Did he have anything sharper? Roland thought for a moment and took a black scythe from his Backpack.

The enormous scythe darkened the environment when it appeared.

Then, Roland cut horizontally.

The hand that was as tough as iron a moment ago was easily chopped off and reduced to dust.

The octagram fell off, some flaws on it.

Ryan instantly ran over and picked up the black octagonal hand. He wiped it with obvious regret.

It’s truly sharp… Roland continued flying up with the black scythe in his hand.

Without the white hand holding him back, he quickly moved further away from the devils’ air support.

At this moment, he was too focused on the enemy to notice that his scythe seemed darker when it cut apart the white hand.

Now that he had enough distance, Roland looked back and extended his left hand.

Infinite Arcane Bullets flew out like dense blue bubbles.

They were crammed into a cluster and then dispersed.

It was a spell that he modified in his spare time.

It focused on number and damage instead of precision. It was purely for battlefield usage.

Because there were so many enemies on the battlefield, one only needed to unleash their firepower without aiming.

Based on such an ideology, the spell of Infinite Arcane Bullets was developed.

Essentially, it was still Arcane Bullet, yet it had an astonishing number.

The number of bullets one could launch depended on one’s magic power.

The blue fireball that Roland launched earlier consumed half of his mana.

Then, Human Cannonball consumed a lot of magic power too. At this moment, countless Arcane Bullets were flying. Over the distance, it could be seen that a blue water ball spread out at the high altitude and hit the black plume of smoke.

Explosions like the noises of firecrackers burst out, and a lot of black smoke dropped from the top of the pillar.

The members of the Phoenix Guild who were charging, and the other players who were charging like bulls behind them, were all excited to see that.

The scene naturally appeared in many stream channels too.

The players in the rear or the main plane who weren’t involved in the battle and the audience were all amazed.

“Leaving apart the nuclear explosion earlier, this move is already powerful enough. If several more Mages like Roland were here, no other classes would need to fight this battle.”

“Roland is an exception. He’s the best in magic control and magic power capacity. Regular Mages would’ve been worn out before they launched half of this number of bullets. Besides, Roland wasn’t in his best state and probably only used one-third of his magic

power.”

“Don’t go that far. It’s barely possible for a regular Mage to learn this spell.”

“The talent gap is too huge.”

“But in any case, many people are persisting as Mages because of Roland. Without him, the number of Mages will probably drop to one-hundredth or even one-thousandth. They might all choose to be Warlocks or Priests.”

Leaving aside the status proposed in the stream channel, Roland’s own status wasn’t too good.

He was already out of mana.

Also, because his attention had been concentrated on his enemies, it never occurred to him that his scythe was getting darker and darker and shivering.

Roland felt dizzy after he used up the last bit of his magic power.

The major explosion earlier and the mass of Arcane Bullets couldn’t have killed more than five hundred devils together.

Five hundred sounded like a lot, but there were still another 99,500 of them on the battlefield.

Nevertheless, it was already a remarkable number.

A Mage who killed five hundred soldiers in five minutes after the battle started would be an honorable guest among any force, and the forces that couldn’t have him would try to kill him.

Under normal circumstances, a death of more than five hundred people would be a blow on morale, even for the fearless devils.

Roland looked at his empty mana bar, and then at the flying troops that were coming at him, including gargoyles and wyverns.

He could see their hideous faces clearly even though he was a long distance away.

He heaved a soft sigh and then took out a brick of magic power from the system Backpack.

Although it seemed precious, it was the only way for him to quickly refill magic power now.

He was going to elementize himself and stuff it into his body.

It was impossible to use the brick of magic power in the human form; he would blow up.

However, the moment he took the brick out, and before he performed elementization, the scythe in his hand suddenly emitted a black mist.

The mist was so dense that Roland could be enshrouded.

It looked like a black cloud over a distance.

Also, it was still dilating.

Roland couldn’t see anything, and the black scythe started burning.

Also, he could sense that the magic power brick in his hand was quickly disappearing as if it was corroded by the black mist.

This scythe is a trap!

Roland’s first reaction was that the Nether God had set him up.