Chapter 737 - You Made Me Do It (2/2)

The noise was giving him a headache, the veins in his temples pulsing, and he simply couldn’t control his magic power properly.

So soon, the wall of earth around him gradually dissolved.

Seeing this, Sidi smiled smugly once again. No one could use magic in a situation like this, including Scorching Locke.

But it didn’t matter; as a devil, he was a dual practitioner of magic and physical combat.

He let out a battle cry once again and charged toward Roland with excitement.

He was full of energy.

That disgusting thing once again flared up.

S*it… Roland watched a huge repulsive thing and four oddly walking aliens charge over and felt disgusted.

And being suppressed by Sidi’s god-level mental power, he couldn’t use magic at all.

In about another ten seconds or so, the enemies would be in front of him.

He also saw Sidi’s arrogant and greatly malicious smile in the distance.

You made me do it.

Roland took a deep breath, and without hesitation, he took out the largest bullet from his Backpack.

The blue-white, streamlined cylinder that seemed to be about the size of a mortar shell lay in his hand.

The enemy was even closer to him now.

Although Barbion and the others couldn’t control their bodies, they were conscious.

At this moment, they also saw the thing in Roland’s hand.

All four had seen the livestream of Roland doing the test and knew what it was.

At once, the expression in their eyes became helpless.

They couldn’t control their bodies. They were as good as dead.

The moment this thing appeared, Sidi subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Her subconscious told her that Roland had something that could threaten her.

But, Roland was only a Master, and as long as she used her mental power to disrupt the magic around him and suppress his spells, even if he had a god-slaying spell, he wouldn’t be able to use it.

So she decided to take another look-after all, sometimes things like intuition weren’t particularly reliable.

Roland grabbed this blue bullet with force.

Since he couldn’t use spatial magic, Roland naturally couldn’t use the spell Spatial Bubble for throwing an object over a long-range.

But it didn’t matter.

Roland had taken this into account when making this thing.

So, these bullets could be triggered by an impact.

Roland was level 13, and even with only normal constitution growth, his base constitution had reached 11.5.

It was roughly equivalent to the base strength of a level-two Warrior level with full constitution growth.

It was strong.

The power and force of a thrown object had the most direct relationship to strength. Roland waited patiently for a few seconds, waiting for his opponent to run a little closer.

He was waiting idly for an opportunity, but in Scorch Locke’s eyes, it was a sign of being stunned and giving up resistance.

This was normal. Being suppressed by a Demon God with mental power, what power did a mere Master Mage have to resist?

He was now less than fifty meters from the human Mage, a matter of seven or eight steps.

Scorching Locke opened his mouth wide in excitement.

He was going to crush this human to a pulp, shove it in his mouth, and eat it in one bite.

Scorching Locke covered another ten meters or so… Behind Scorching Locke, Barbion and the other players followed.

Roland even saw the helpless expression in their eyes.

Then… he used all his strength to throw the bullet in his hands.

The projectile was quite fast.

Scorching Locke saw a rock-like thing thrown at him, then subconsciously protected himself with the molten giant hammer in his hand.

It was a completely instinctive move. All Warriors, who have been in combat, had the instinct to knock away or deflect things with their weapons.

Just a moment before the projectile was about to make contact with the giant hammer, something suddenly occurred to Sidi and her face twisted sharply.

“No!”

A mournful shout rang out.

It was at this time that Roland desperately mobilized and squeezed his mental power to elementize himself.

Fire Elementization!

The flash of the nuclear blast blinded Scorching Locke and the four players in an instant.

Then came the violent explosion, a mass of white flames forming a mass of light that expanded extremely quickly for about ten kilometers before it turned into a red wave of flames that overwhelmed the surroundings.

The earth shook with the strength of a magnitude seven earthquake for nearly two minutes before it gradually stilled.

The red blast that was hundreds of meters high destroyed everything as if it could swallow up heaven and earth.

It was only an illusion, but it could already make all who saw it feel the fragility of life.

Roland’s fire elemental, originally at the center of the blast, was thrown around by the violent blast, and by the time he was able to stabilize himself ten minutes had passed and he was a hundred kilometers away from the blast site.

Because he absorbed too much heat, his fire elemental form had grown more than ten meters tall, and even its color had turned blazing white.

He didn’t dare change back to his human form, as grayish-white radioactive dust was already starting to fall in the air.

And the radioactive dust was getting a little denser.

The fire elemental form was capable of low-level flight, though nothing too fast.

Because the fire elemental’s temperature was now so high, even flying more than ten meters off the ground, it left a scorched black path on the earth.

It took him nearly another half hour to slowly fly back to the center of the explosion.

At this point, a large amount of radioactive dust drifted down.

The temperature here was frighteningly high, and the ground sank into a huge, crater-like depression.

A large amount of magma poured back in, forming a lava lake with a scarily large area.

Gurgling and bubbling.

Roland didn’t even have to think much about the fact that if he was wearing the Pip-Boy on his left hand, then it would be buzzing constantly, reminding him of the terrible amount of radiation that filled the place.

The fire elemental walked on the lava lake, and now and then dove into it.

Roland didn’t find anything, but soon he could see something that seemed to be giving off a reflection beyond the lava lake.

He drifted over and saw a skull… a huge skull on the scorched land by the lava lake, and looking at the appearance, it should be that of some devil.

And this skull was transparent as if made with the purest and cleanest glaze.

Is this a sarira?

Roland thought about it and decided it might be useful, so he put it away in his Backpack.

Then he felt another intermittent jolt of mental energy ahead of him and flew over. He saw something that looked like a writhing humanoid.

Roland drifted over, took one look, and couldn’t help but shake his head. “How tragic!”

A black broth was churning and bubbling, but barely managing to maintain its human form.

It was impossible to see the face, or the skin or texture.

It was as if invisible forces were interfering with its restructuring and healing.

It couldn’t even scream because there was no mouth at all.