Mages Are Too OP-Novel2

Chapter 594 Opportunity is Reserved for Those Who Are Capable

At this stage, the golem was almost invincible.

Where it passed, no one could stop it.

Without even using magic, it just walked in and flattened hundreds of players along the way who couldn’t disengage in time, or who were actively rushing up to attack and therefore couldn’t dodge easily.

And those two hundred or so spatial Mages who followed behind the golem, responsible for tactical support attacks as well as clean-up, mercilessly reaped the lives around them.

With fire in their eyes, they did their best to annihilate the players.

They hated them!

In the evening, no matter how delicious the food they ate, it still tasted like sh*t in their mouths.

As superior humans, when had they ever suffered such humiliation!

It was a great humiliation indeed.

Therefore, they put all their strength into it; as soon as they saw Golden Sons, they cast an instant spell at them. Being attacked suddenly, the players were temporarily confused, which made the Spatial Magic Tower’s attacks easier and more severe.

It didn’t take long for the Spatial Magic Tower to spread through the entire base.

The golem punched another big hole in the wall on the other side.

Pylos snuck into the group of over two hundred Mages, dressed rather low-key, similar to what the other Mages wore. If the golem was responsible for the main attack, he was the one in charge of controlling the field.

Anytime players gathered and tried to regroup, he just bombed them with an area-of-effect spell. This killed a bunch of players.

It also directly undermined the players’ plans to counterattack.

In this way, the intelligent golem led the two hundred or so Mages and rampaged through the base, killing them on sight

The players simply couldn’t form a counterattack with any impact.

But none of the players retreated, and after charging up and being killed, they didn’t rush to move again after resurrecting at the simplified resurrection point outside the city, but began to gather quietly.

The chairmen of the major guilds had already resurrected there.

Fatter Cat’s Wright said glumly, “Roland had said that there might be a sneak attack, but we didn’t listen.”

He had exercised restraint with his words. The word “we” was used rather than a specific guild that was responsible for tonight’s patrol duties.

“It’s no use caring—the intelligent golem plus the Legendary Mages, we can’t stop them.”

“But if only we’d gotten on board and expanded our patrols outward, at least it wouldn’t have been so bad,” Wright’s expression was rather depressed. “I reckon all the players would have been killed once by now.”

The guild chairmen were silent.

Although they could be resurrected, no one wanted to die, and the experience loss for one death was too much now.

Not everyone was like Roland.

They couldn’t get epic-level quests and earn a lot of character experience from time to time.

“Talking so much will not help the current situation; what we need to do now is to find a way to kill more spatial Mages,” a male chairman said with a smile. “The golem is considered a dead creature, after all—the core power of the Spatial Magic Tower is people. Let’s assemble first, and later when we charge up, ignore the golem, just kill people. We have more than five thousand people, and as long as twenty people can kill one, it’s a major win.”

Hearing that, the players who were assembling laughed mysteriously and grimly.

A large amount of experience they had just lost from dying was immediately behind them.

No one cared about such trivial things when they were about to kill.

On the other side, Roland was trapped in Imprisonment—and rather speechless.

The boundary had been thickened more than thirty times, so thick that it was unimaginable, and Roland estimated the light layer on the exterior alone to be more than half a meter thick.

It was simply impossible to break with magic, even if Roland used his fireball.

He tried to leave by tunneling underground.

After digging three feet into the ground, he discovered that the barrier was round, and about half of it was deep in the dirt.

No wonder it was called Imprisonment.

It was a solid cell.

How could he get out?

Dying to get out was no problem; he should be able to escape from the barrier.

However, Roland had killed himself once only a short while ago and lost a huge amount of experience. It would be a great loss to kill himself again now.

His level would be greatly affected, with the possibility of dropping to level 10.

As Roland cherished his life dearly now, that wouldn’t be a good choice.

“Spatial magic can’t be used either.” Roland was trying various ways to escape from here.

Having thought of many options, he shook his head helplessly-none of them would work.

Imprisonment was a level-five spell, after all, and its flaws weren’t easy to find.

Roland clasped his hands behind his back and circled the barrier. He wasn’t in a hurry; it was the players who were under attack, not the werecats.

So it didn’t matter as much.

After all, players could be resurrected, and all they would lose was experience or equipment.

This wasn’t a big deal or an emergency.

As Roland circled, he suddenly noticed that the innermost layer of the barrier seemed to be a bit unstable.

His eyes lit up and he immediately got close to

it.

An unstable spell was usually the doing of a spellcaster who wasn’t familiar with the spell and had some minor flaws in the operating nodes at the time of casting.

For example, they put too much or too little magic power into some nodes.

The spell could still take shape, but the strength of it would fluctuate.

This was also a problem that most low-level Mages were guilty of. It was logical that such a situation couldn’t possibly occur for a Legendary professional. However, they were using magic scrolls.

The level of magic control skills and scroll-making skills needed to “seal” the level-five spell into the magic paper were not levels that ordinary people could achieve.

Even for the most powerful people, it was difficult to guarantee that they would never make mistakes in high-precision operations.

Even if there were no major mistakes, there would surely be some minor ones.

And this innermost layer was the scroll that had some minor mistakes.

The two Legendary Mages were in a hurry to “seal” Roland and didn’t check carefully if the first scroll was perfectly cast.

This gave Roland an opportunity.

A perfect level-five spell was almost impossible to parse with Roland’s current strength. It was also impossible to infiltrate it.

But unstable spells were just like a large house with a fist-sized hole in the door or window.

Although one still couldn’t get in and “live” inside, looking through this hole, one could see what was in the house.

He sank his spirit into this unstable barrier

spell.

Then the dense magic nodes unfolded in his mental world.

It was like a sky full of stars.

Roland’s spirit swept through these stars, confirming each one’s effect, role, and alignment relationship in the spell. action

Soon, three rather dull “stars” reflected in his eyes.

With a faint smile, he wrapped his mental energy around the three dark stars, invaded them, and used his experience and the large database of spell nodes he had built up to cross-reference the three dark stars against what they did and how they were sorted in the array of the magic barrier. If it was just a single line of experience, Roland might not have discovered the role of these three dark stars as quickly.

But after substituting their coordinates, effects, and other data into Roland’s big magic database...

In less than half an hour, Roland had cracked Imprisonment to a tee.

The remaining nodes, which seemed to be redundant without much use, belonged to the junk data whose existence didn’t really matter.

After cracking Imprisonment, Roland could be said to have “learned” the spell.

But he still couldn’t use it.

Casting a level-five spell required a huge amount of mental power, so it wasn’t something he could use at his current level.

It was just far easier to destroy than to create.

Roland couldn’t cast this level-five spell, but destroying it now wouldn’t be difficult. His mental energy worked its way through the spell, finding a few of the weaker nodes and cutting off their magic flow directly.

Several “stars” went dark, and the flow of magic in all directions that connected them broke off.

Then, like dominoes falling, a large number of stars lost their light.

Half a second later, the initial barrier clattered and turned into pieces.

The barrier was that much thinner.

At this time, the two spatial Legendary Mages who were controlling the barrier outside had startled expressions.

They were strong and were well aware of the subtle changes in magic.

The first barrier disappeared?

The magic scrolls they made could last for three hours at least, and the less stable ones could last for more than an hour. How did it disappear after only ten minutes?

Is it because of the poor quality of the scrolls, or is it Roland’s doing?

As they were thinking this, another barrier shattered.

And the barriers continued breaking faster and faster.

Both of them were shocked, and after looking at each other, they immediately continued to apply copies of the barrier to Roland’s cell with great coordination.

Still the same saying...

Creation could never outpace destruction. The more Roland demolished, the more insightful he became, and the speed at which the barriers disappeared became faster and faster.

At first, the two of them applied the barrier significantly faster than Roland could dismantle it; after all, there were two of them.

But now, Roland’s speed in dismantling the barrier had surpassed theirs by a lot.

In a few minutes, the barrier had only five layers left.

At this time, the outer layer of the barrier became visible again, and through the hazy barrier, Roland looked at the other two Mages with a slightly mischievous smile.

The two Legends felt very humiliated.

It was very unpleasant for them to be looked at condescendingly by a Master Mage. But the thought of Roland’s near-immortal Elemental Embodiment made both of them quite fearful. The barrier was applied continuously, but unfortunately, Roland was destroying it even faster.

After another thirty seconds or so, there were only two layers of the barrier left.

“Run.” Greene stepped forward voluntarily. “I’ve got your back.”

“Why run? He’s just a Master, we’re two Legends. We can win.”

It was in this gap between the Legend’s words that Roland used his mental power to break through the last of the barriers. There was some tightness in Greene’s chest. Even for a Legend, the mental strain of having spells repeatedly and forcibly clawed through was immense.

He took a step back, trying to relax his mind before dealing with Roland.

However, once Roland came out, he fired two shots of Prismatic Spray, one at each of them.

Roland had become quite adept with Dual Casting

Although the level of the spell wasn’t high, Prismatic Spray was quite powerful, and its only weakness was that it didn’t have a fast ballistic speed.

But the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, and the Prismatic Spray could close this distance in the blink of an eye.

As a result, the two Legends didn’t react in time and each took a blast of Prismatic Spray directly to their Magic Shields.

Roland had recently made some improvements to this spell.

He added the ability to explode.

He also increased its power.

Although the two Legendary Mages weren’t directly hit, they were sent flying backward from the multicolored magic explosion.

Greene looked at Roland, his face dusty. He shouted in a grim tone, “Roland, this is not over. I will come for you soon.”