Chapter 766 - Physical Destruction (1/2)
Cornucopia was quite wealthy. Charles acquired several adjacent lands and merged them into one large base.
It was a little bigger than the Association of Mages Roland established.
It was arguably the largest private property other than the mayor’s residence.
And there was a treasury of Cornucopia here.
This small fireball came down and the violent explosion seemed like a thunderbolt from the clear sky that could be heard through Wetland City.
One could even feel the faint vibration of the ground.
Then black smoke rose from Cornucopia’s base.
When the people nearby rushed over, they saw that the originally rather imposing Cornucopia base had become a ruin, clear smoke billowing skyward.
Then Roland’s figure turned bright red in the players’ field of vision, a sign of a player who had killed many others.
At the time of the explosion, Charles was holding a temporary guild meeting.
The blast took out almost all of the guild’s top brass in one fell swoop.
Except for a certain logistics head who was out shopping for merchandise with a few players. Roland flew back to the mayor’s residence, and Schuck looked at his red figure and laughed. “Awesome. Imposing.”
“It’s just PK. Anyway, the red name will be washed away with time.” Roland smiled unconcernedly. “What’s there to be afraid of?”
“Not afraid of being mobbed?”
“At worst, I’ll hide in the floating city and then ascend to the Astral Plane. Who can kill me then?” Roland put on an arrogant look! Using the toughest tone, he said the most cowardly words.
Schuck shook his head, rather amused. “I don’t know what’s wrong with that man Charles. Is he really thinking that influence in reality can completely penetrate into this game? There’s no one on the Internet who wants to side with him.”
“To be able to grow Cornucopia to its current size, he’s actually quite capable,” Roland commented fairly.
Schuck shook his head helplessly. “I’ll be staying here for a while, spending time with my uncle and teaching him some general knowledge about the game, so if you have anything to do, you can go ahead and do it. I’ll watch over Wetland City. Don’t worry.”
“If there’s anything, just contact me.” Roland did want to get back to the capital of Fareins and get the master builders back to work.
Without the infrastructure on the floating island in place, it wouldn’t be very convenient for him to construct magic arrays on it, and he wouldn’t be able to find a chance to put in the newly acquired fragment of Divine Spark.
Something as powerful as the Divine Spark fragment could easily react negatively with the Magic Grid Core if it wasn’t protected and suppressed by an adequate magic array.
“Don’t worry, there are a lot of light believers and light priests in Wetland City. If something really happens, I’ll command these forces, and Cornucopia will be directly crushed.”
Roland smiled.
Indeed, in terms of ability to gather forces, Schuck was probably the strongest of all the players.
The two chatted for a while longer. Roland was about to leave when Charles came over with a group of people.
Most of them were from Cornucopia, and a small number were the more famous content creators who specialized in earning a living by livestreaming a wide variety of gameplay.
Seeing the clattering crowd blocking the door, Roland’s and Schuck’s expressions turned odd, smiling with some contempt.
Charles saw Roland and came over with his legs stomping heavily on the ground. His face was tinged with anger as he bellowed, “Roland, what do you mean by this! How dare you destroy our entire base. You compensate…”
Roland reached out and snapped his fingers, and a bolt of lightning turned Charles directly into charcoal, not giving him any time to react.
At this time, Charles had already dropped from level ten to level nine, while Roland was level 16, and with the various titles and the attribute bonuses from the top-notch equipment, he had truly formed a suppression in terms of level.
A normal lightning bolt would have been overkill for Charles.
Looking at Charles’s charred corpse with bulging eyes on the ground, the imposing group of people all froze. Of course, several content creators who were in charge of the livestream recorded what had just happened, and then relayed it to the livestream.
There was an uproar in several livestreams.
Lots of shouts of approval.
Many people just shouted “Awesome!” and “What a decisive kill.”
Of course, there were a very small number of comments saying that Roland was too murderous, arrogant, and unreasonable. And then these people were rebutted.
The senior members of Cornucopia were silent for a while. In a desperate attempt to maintain morale, a deputy chairman stepped forward and shouted, “Roland, if you have the guts, kill us all.”
Roland twitched his eyebrows and raised his right hand at that moment, blue lightning clusters coalescing in his hand.
Most players were both unafraid and afraid of death.
After all, the higher the level, the more experience was lost upon death.
The group was then instantly frightened and backed up or quickly dodged.
Looking at their panicked looks, Roland laughed disdainfully.
Most of the players in Cornucopia were casual professions, and their current levels were all brought up by paying other elites.
So they didn’t have a strong will to fight.
And the panicked looks of these people were relayed to the livestream.
It made a lot of netizens snicker… “You can’t beat him. When he just raises his hand, you’re scared and act wimpy like this.”
Roland dropped his hand, shrugged, and then spread his hands in a rather mocking way.
The group, who had been scared and dodged, was also flushed with embarrassment.
They were so embarrassed and didn’t dare to rush up, so when Roland looked at them, he lost interest.
In contrast, although Silver Wings had done things unethically before, they had the courage to fight against him.
They died whilst charging.
He then shot a look at Schuck, meaning he was leaving the place to the other him.
Just as he was about to leave, Roland saw Charles approaching angrily from across the street.
Now Charles was so angry that his mentality had gone haywire. As a victim, he went to Roland to ask for compensation and an explanation, but Roland didn’t say a word and killed him silently yet again!
You can do whatever you want because you have power?
Is there any justice in this?
Are there still laws?
At this point, he had completely put himself in the position of the victim, the underdog. As he walked over, he pointed at Roland and shouted, “You son of a b***h, just because you think you’re impressive because you’re high-level-kill me back to level zero if you
can!”
The roar paired with the way he pointed at Roland while walking angrily over to him was quite imposing
Roland then blinked and teleported to him, grabbing him directly by the face with his right hand.
Thunder Palm was released… Charles instantly became toast again.
Then Roland walked toward the Church of Life not far away.
When the city was built, Betta had purposely built the Church of Life next to the mayor’s residence in order to make it easier for the players to surround and protect the mayor’s residence as well as the Wetland City.
So the city’s resurrection point was only about fifty meters from the mayor’s residence.
A group of content creators in charge of the livestreaming immediately followed, their keen reporter’s intuition telling that what was to come was definitely eye-catching and traffic-producing Although they were hired by Charles, what happened to the employer didn’t matter if there was traffic.
No one could stop them from making money.
That was probably their mindset.
Watching Roland’s back as he walked toward the Church of Life, Schuck smiled in relief.