Mages Are Too OP Chapter 614

Chapter 614 Help Me Take Revenge

These four people might look quite arrogant, but in reality, the Nether God was a lawful god.

Her teachings were mainly about balance in the world and balance in energy.

She believed that with light there must be darkness, that with life there must be death, and that even the gods must die at some point.

Thanks to her philosophy, the followers of the Nether God Church were capable of wielding decent dark divine spells.

The dark divine spells were quite powerful, especially in the area of cursing people.

But there were negative effects; the more one used the dark elements, the more likely their personality would become gloomy and cold.

It had long been known that magic could affect the user's personality.

So the more one believed in the Nether God, the more likely they were to fall into a state of apathy.

They wouldn't even quite treat life as life.

After all, the Nether God specialized in controlling death and the soul.

Looking at the four people surrounding him, Roland wasn't anxious at all.

It wasn't like the players would die and he didn't think these four could rival him.

At this moment, the female elf Isabella said coldly, “In the Netherworld, the Soul Gatherer is sacred and untouchable, and if it wants to guide your soul, you cannot resist.”

The female elf's words sounded very unreasonable.

And completely devoid of humanity.

But that was actually what the Nether God Church was like.

This was the Netherworld, and they believed in the Netherworld and used dark divine spells.

Their perception of the two concepts of life and death was now somewhat blurred. There was even some confusion. In their view, life was death and death was life in the Netherworld.

There seemed to be no difference.

Therefore Isabella believed that Roland's acceptance of the Soul Gatherer's “guidance” was the proper and reasonable attitude.

To her, it seemed a bit like disarming for inspection.

“Sacred?” Roland laughed. “But what if I don't accept it?”

“The Netherworld was established by the goddess, if you are not willing to accept the rules here, then get out of this realm.”

She made a good point and with such conviction.

But Roland could not help but retort, “As far as I know, the Netherworld has existed for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, and the Nether God has changed countless times, so at the core, this isn't really the place of the current Nether God.”

Isabella's face puffed up in anger.

She didn't even know how to refute that.

But it was actually because she was not very good at debating.

It would be enough to say: doesn't the property bequeathed to you by your forefathers count as your property? It would have refuted Roland's words.

There was a lot of laughter in the livestream.

“This female elf isn't too bright.”

“I only need ten minutes to trick her into bed.”

“It feels like the Nether God's priests are a bit naive. Could it be that learning the dark divine spells will damage your brain like in the case of the Berserker?”

“It's extremely likely. But it also shows that Roland's heart is also wicked.”

“How can you be a Mage without a wicked heart!”

Roland gagged her with one sentence, then just stood there, looking across the distance between them with a smile on his face.

Isabella was getting angrier and angrier, but her head was blank and she didn't know how to respond to Roland's words.

Who didn't give them some face in the Netherworld? This was the first time she had seen someone like Roland who wasn't afraid of the Nether God's reputation, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

Plus, she wasn't smart, and all her “attributes” were added to Charisma.

Now that she met a rebel, she didn't know how to handle it.

Dumbfounded for a long time, Isabella was so angry that her face turned red, and she finally uttered the words, “No matter what, give us back the light feathers.”

“Light feathers?” Roland thought about it and said, “The things that fell off the Soul Gatherer?”

From the name, he guessed that it was those feathers that added EXP. “Yes.” Isabella nodded. “Seeing that you have just come to the Netherworld, we won't hold you accountable, but you must return the light feathers.”

“Won't hold us accountable? Who are you to not hold us accountable? Can you change the will of the Nether God?” Roland found the flaw in her words. “Or is it that the Nether God didn't let you recover the light feathers at all, it was your own doing? The Nether God wouldn't even blame anyone for the matter of breaking her divine clone.”

Isabella's expression stiffened.

Seeing this, Roland knew he had guessed correctly.

In reality, as a lawful god, the Nether God didn't care whether her clone was destroyed or not.

She had never even given an order to recycle the light feathers.

These were rules added by the followers of the Nether God Church.

The grin on Roland's face grew even wider.

Isabella took a deep breath, held back the irritation in her heart, and said to the three humans next to her, “Let's go.”

She turned and took a few steps away, then turned back to look at Roland and snorted. “You're great at sophistry. I can't out-talk you, but in the Netherworld, your mouth alone is useless. Don't let me catch you at anything else.”

After all, the Nether God was lawful, and they, the believers, would not act recklessly when they didn't have a legitimate justification.

She then waved her hand, and a black mass of energy formed a dark cloud in front of her. The four stepped on it, gradually rising into the air before flying away.

Roland's eyes lit up!

What a peculiar flying technique!

The flight wasn't fast, but it could carry people.

It would be much faster than riding a horse, and more stable than a carriage.

He immediately closed his eyes and recalled the magic fluctuations he had just felt.

He tried to restore the nodes of the other party's divine spell in his mind.

Once he closed his eyes, he didn't move at all, and soon two hours had passed.

There was a lot of confusion in the livestream.

“What is Roland doing here?”

“It can't be a forced offline state, right? I remember if someone is forced to wake up, that seems to be what it looks like, the person just stands still.”

“It's not an offline state. People who are forced offline don't breathe, time will be in a frozen state, and their chests won't rise and fall. Roland's is obviously rising and falling, still breathing.”

“Then why did he suddenly close his eyes, to recall the girl's figure just now?”

“Is it possible he had another epiphany for a

spell?”

“That's impossible. How can something as lofty as creating and comprehending magic just happen casually.” “I really think it's possible.”

Just as the netizens in the livestream were chatting, Roland suddenly opened his eyes and snapped his fingers.

A black cloud of energy appeared in front of him.

Everyone in the livestream saw this and all typed a long ellipsis.

Damn, he really was comprehending the spell.

But Roland's energy cloud didn't look too good. Just now Isabella's energy cloud was flat and soft looking

But Roland's black energy cloud was like an irregular sphere, and the surface of the cloud was still rolling, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Roland walked up and tried to put his foot on it, only to find that it wouldn't hold at all.

After all, it was something irregular, so it couldn't support him.

“The nodes could be optimized in terms of shaping,” Roland mumbled to himself as he rested his chin in his hand, “And the dark elements could be replaced with other elements. It's a complicated job, another magic experiment that has to be added to the daily schedule.”

He finished muttering, snapped his fingers again, and a black energy cloud appeared in front of him.

This time the energy cloud was much flatter, but it still didn't look good.

Roland tried to stand on it again, but he didn't stand for two seconds before the black energy cloud dispersed from his feet and he fell from half a meter high. “Nodes on the energy cloud's strength need to be changed as well. It's a bit of a pain.” He then opened the system's notepad and began to analyze the spell.

After all, it wasn't a very good restoration after just a glance, and he had to use big data to filter and optimize the nodes.

The netizens in the livestream watched as Roland started calculating and analyzing the spell right on the street and all sighed in awe.

“That action, that focus. Sure enough, there's always a reason why others can succeed.”

“That's quite impressive to be able to copy the spell the other party used just by looking at it.”

“This is the ability of a top big shot.”

“I've recorded the screen. Roland seems to be parsing the flight spell. I'll see if I can learn something from it.”

“Although I'm also a Mage, I've completely given up. It's not something I should touch. I'll just wait for the big shots to put out the diagram of the flight nodes.” Isabella, who was flying in the air, didn't know that her divine spell had already been copied by Roland.

After she flew out of Portree, she kept flying south, and after about half an hour or so, she reached a city built entirely of stone pillars.

This city was built entirely in a huge sinkhole.

The deep sinkhole was lined with high columnar platforms, some of which even exceeded the ground level by more than ten meters.

In the very center of the sinkhole was the tallest and straightest stone column.

Isabella flew over and stopped on the platform at the top of the column.

The three human men bent slightly toward her, then walked to the edge of the column, applied Feather Landing on themselves, and leaped off, swaying and floating away.

Isabella, on the other hand, found a staircase in the middle of the platform and went down.

The stairs were very, very high, and the further down they went, the wider the interior of the column became, and she walked for nearly ten minutes or so before finally reaching a platform filled with red flowers and green grass.

A maid-like person was watering the flowers and plants.

She straightened up when she saw Isabella and smiled. “Look at your furious face. Who has offended you?”

“A damn man who just came in from outside,” Isabella said rather irritably. “How dare he talk back to me and even try to make a move on me

—the audacity is outrageous.” “The ignorant are fearless.” The maid smiled, setting the sprinkler made of stone aside. She straightened her white maid's uniform and said, “How could someone who just arrived know about your position in the Nether God Church!”

“Anyway, I'm so pissed at him. I was embarrassed in front of my subordinates.” Isabella's face bulged with anger. “He actually destroyed a Soul Gatherer. In the Netherworld, death doesn't even matter, they'll still live here, and after death, as long as they're not faithless, they can live for hundreds of years without disease and pain. Isn't that better than having a boring physical body? If it weren't for the doctrine that suicide is forbidden, I would have…”

At that, she sighed, dissatisfied, but then she said, “Why don't you help me get my revenge?” “How?”

“Help me suck his bodily fluids dry!”

The maid gently covered her mouth, “You're so naughty.”

Chapter end

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