Mages Are Too OP Chapter 634

Chapter 634 We'll Sign Up

Roland and Schuck entered the magic array, and after a period of weightlessness like they were on a roller coaster and a green tunnel, the two appeared in front of the portal to the Realm of Devils.

With their feet on the barren red land, the two did not hesitate.

Magic instantly exploded and Roland's body disappeared as soon as he appeared, appearing at the highest point of the ring-shaped depression, and at least twenty gazes locked onto him the moment he manifested.

In front of him was a thick, solid circle of tents, with a large number of devils walking around them or at work.

Those twenty gazes staring at Roland became more intense.

But in the next instant, Roland's figure disappeared again, reappearing in front of the tents.

Without waiting for those devils to react, he suddenly disappeared again and appeared at the back of the tents, then kept teleporting and had “run” far away in less than three seconds.

Many devils showed peculiar smiles.

These were the ones who were good at spatial magic.

Devils, by nature, were also creatures that relied on their own bloodline enhancements.

Many of them knew how to teleport, but they didn't know more advanced teleportation spells and cross-dimensional teleportation.

These devils had the combat power to pummel the vast majority of spatial Mages.

But they just didn't know how to teleport long distances.

This was a classic example of having talent without learning new knowledge.

Starting high and regressing.

When they saw Roland about to teleport away, they were about to teleport to go after him.

At that moment, however, a rather brilliant golden glow descended from the sky.

They looked back to find a human with golden wings of light floating in the air.

On top of this human's head was a golden orb that glowed as if it were the sun.

The Razor Specters that were guarding the magic gate had long since turned into green smoke under the golden light.

“Holy light!”

Seeing this light, all the devils rioted.

Including the twenty devils who could teleport. Their eyes were all drawn to the Saint Samurai in the air.

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Almost all devils had an instinctive aversion to holy light.

They gave up chasing Roland, pounded their chests with both hands, and let out earth-shattering roars as they rushed toward the golden figure. Schuck floated in the air, his Heart of Light necklace around his neck and his Holy Sword of Light in his hand.

He raised the holy sword high.

All the power of the holy light concentrated on the tip of the sword.

A cross-shaped, blinding light appeared on the tip and grew brighter. Those powerful devils reacted extremely quickly as they immediately stopped their forward charge and shouted, “Scatter!”

“Light eternal, holy light supreme!”

Shuck's hands were shaking, but he shouted out the prayer of the divine spell excitedly.

The cross-shaped light expanded endlessly after this, and finally formed a huge cross of light before stopping.

It illuminated a ten-kilometer diameter centered on the portal.

In the eyes of most of the devils who were facing the cross-shaped light, the world was golden in color. Then they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, followed by a stinging pain all over their bodies.

A large number of miserable screams rang out at the same time.

The light cross only lasted four seconds.

When the golden light that penetrated the sky disappeared, so did Schuck.

A large number of low-level devils were burned and blackened all over, groaning and rolling around on the ground in pain.

The higher level devils protected their eyes by simply covering them with their hands.

When the golden light shone on their bodies, only some black smoke appeared, hurting only the surface of their skin.

A succubus landed from the air and looked at her wings in distress.

Just now she was using her wings to block most of the holy light shining on her, protecting her delicate skin.

But as a result, the back of her wings bore many charred, blackened cracks that would hardly heal completely without three or four days.

Many charred low-level devils were groaning, but not too many of them were fatally wounded.

Light divine spells had this drawback of being wide-ranged but not truly lethal.

It could have a good suppression effect. But it wasn't quite able to kill the enemy. She looked around and laughed. “It looks powerful, but in reality, it doesn't do much damage. This Saint Samurai is still not quite strong enough.” Unlike the succubus's relaxed state, the walking winged devil next to her snarled, “Provocation, this is a provocation to us. Come when he wants, leave when he wants. What does he take this place for, a hunting ground?”.

Just as the walking winged devil spoke, the portal began to glow green again, followed by a dozen humans being transported over.

Then a dozen more were teleported over.

Several seconds later, over a hundred humans were in front of the portal.

These humans, for the most part, were Elite, and a few were Master.

“So bold, to come with only a hundred men?” The succubus covered her small mouth in surprise, her lofty chest plate wobbling around.

The walking winged devil gave a sardonic laugh. “Play with them, finish them off, eat them, and leave their skulls for our urinals.”

The succubus gave a disgusted look.

But the countless charred little devils around them jumped up and charged toward these hundred players.

These hundred or so players all revealed a look of despair when they saw the densely packed monsters rushing at them.

They wanted to run back, but the portal was restricted by strange energy at this time.

They took a closer look and found a thin, dry devil above the depression that looked like it had been pulled into a noodle, interfering with the teleportation magic array with green energy.

There were no powerful Mages among them to crack the other side's interference.

There was no way to return for the time being.

They looked around at the densely packed devils rushing over and instead calmed down. One of them slowly drew his scimitar and shouted, “Killing one will break even, killing two will profit. Show them what we've got, we're all combat players from top guilds. We can't lose face.”

“Well said!”

“Can't agree more.”

More weapons were drawn.

Then the group of players charged towards the dense mass of devils around them. “Demacia[1]!”

“For the preservation of our blue and pure world[2]!”

“Ura, long live the giant red bear[3]!”

“Lolis in stockings are awesome!”

The vast majority of those who rushed into the magic gate were Warriors, and no matter what, they were always fighting on the front line.

Warriors had an innate skill Warcry, where they received a certain bonus to their combat power when they roared out their ideals before a battle.

This ideal could be set in the system function interface.

The effect of such a skill could be obtained by simply shouting out a pre-set statement.

So… Warrior players' Warcry phrases are also

varied.

The devils, looking at the humans who were aggressively counter-charging over, all revealed a confused look.

Even their charge forward was a little slower as a result.

On the other side, Roland repeatedly teleported at a high frequency to confirm that he wasn't being pursued, immediately used Secondary Stealth, and then teleported a few more times before stopping at a mountain.

Then the red mud under his feet became like a body of water, and Roland's body slowly submerged into it.

Once his whole body was underground, the red mud on the surface changed back to its original shape.

Roland kept sinking into the ground.

He took the time to improve Stone to Mud, speeding up the spellcasting and the transformation.

Once he had landed at least twenty meters below ground, Roland stopped and used his mental power to push the dirt around him away, creating a great hole.

Then he cast Illumination and used magic to pull out the excess dirt and form it into several load-bearing pillars.

Finally, using the magic materials he had prepared, he drew a multiple teleportation magic array on the ground. Then he opened the guild chat interface and entered a message. Roland: “All set?”

Schuck: “No problem, I'm back in the inn. The others are also ready to go.”

Seeing this, Roland immediately activated the teleportation magic array. The magic array on the ground emitted a blue light and spun counter-clockwise, and not much time later, five figures appeared in the magic array. When these five came out, they all laughed as they looked around.

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead. “It worked.”

The next step was to wait and see if the system would reward them.

They sat down.

Because they were twenty meters deep underground, it was difficult to reach the surface even with the use of magic, so they were quite relieved to sit and chitchat.

Half an hour later, all the players received a message sent by the system.

“According to the system detection, the F6 guild has already established a temporary stronghold in the Realm of Devils and a new teleportation magic array, ruling that they are the first guild stationed in the Realm of Devils. Therefore, all members of this guild receive the title of Realm of Devils Pathfinder, health cap +10, magic cap +10.”

After reading it, Roland couldn't help but whistle.

The quest did give everyone attributes, and it wasn't in vain that they specifically thought of this diversion.

Just as Roland and the others were rejoicing, over at the magic portal, the gruesome battle had come to an end.

Gale, the third-best Warrior in the entire server, laughed aloud. Most of his body was gone and he now only had his head and a small section of his body.

But there were at least twenty devil corpses lying next to him.

Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out with his laughter.

His blood-red eyes stared at the devils around him. His eyes were red, not from anger, but internal bleeding.

The contemptuous look made the devils that were still standing around him quite uncomfortable.

He laughed and laughed, and couldn't catch a breath as the blood in his mouth got stuck in his throat… After a few desperate gasps, he finally died with a distressed “Oh.”

Five meters away from him, there was one last Warrior.

His hands were broken, but with his legs clamped around the waist of a bone devil, using it as leverage, he bit into the bone devil's throat, gurgling and drinking its blood.

The bone devil shrieked in terror and shoved at the crazy human with both hands.

But the human wouldn't budge.

Bone devils were known for their agility and had average strength.

The devils next to him looked on with a shudder in their hearts. But finally, a daring devil ran up and stabbed the Warrior in the back several times.

The Warrior, feeling the pain, turned back with a wild bite.

But nothing was bitten.

The devil took the opportunity to insert his dagger into the human Warrior's brow.

The Warrior's eyes quickly dimmed.

But before he truly died, his mouth was still opening and closing, as if trying to bite someone.

After moving four or five times, he ran out of strength, and the legs clamping the bone devil loosened. The man slid to the ground.

It was quiet all around.

The Realm of Devils had always been very safe, but it would be rare for a place where so many devils gathered to be so quiet.

The walking winged devil slowly walked over, an inexplicable cringe in his eyes as he looked ahead at the bleak battlefield.

“One hundred and thirty-five humans took out four hundred devils.” The succubus walked over, her eyes full of pity as she looked at the human corpses on the ground. “And fighting to the death, what the hell is going on here, fat dragon!”

“If you call me that again, I'll stew you up and eat you.” The walking winged devil grunted before he looked at the human corpses on the ground again. “But I agree with you, something is not right with these humans. Something is very wrong.” “Their life energy is pure.” The succubus licked her luscious red lips a few times. “It's too wasteful. If we could capture them alive, a hundred of them would satisfy at least a thousand or so of my sisters. And they're the kind that tastes excellent.”

“Humans aren't supposed to be this strong. This isn't right.”

The walking winged devil shook his head. Most demons didn't have brains; they only knew how to kill and f**k!

But at his strength, his mind was no worse than a human's.

“Perhaps, this is why Lord Paimon wants us to gather,” the succubus said thoughtfully. The walking winged devil turned to leave. “I'll go ask Lord Paimon about the situation. These corpses, dispose of them yourselves—the meat can be eaten raw or grilled.”

The succubus shook her head and looked at the corpses with regret, then with a flourish of her wings, she flew away.

The devils were still scared long after these two were gone. It was a while before they dared to go up and eat the human corpses.

In the past, they would have pounced on them and even fought over the food.

After the game system announced that F6 was the first guild to be stationed in the Realm of Devils…

The players sighed.

It was something that was expected.

They had known that this honor would most likely be F6's.

But they still wanted to fight for it; after all, a person without ideals was no different from a fish.

This was why the system announcement didn't cause much of a commotion.

But then they got excited when Roland appeared in front of the magic gate in the main plane.

“Roland, what brings you back? Aren't you supposed to be over there maintaining the temporary stronghold?”

“Can Schuck, a god, carry the weight of four losers?”

“Go back quickly. We'll get the teleportation magic array ready and break through the encirclement immediately as well, and cooperate with you guys.”

Listening to the jumble of chatter and suggestions, Roland pressed his hands forward.

The players who saw his actions all shut up and quieted down.

“Right now the portal behind me is temporarily locked on the side of the Realm of Devils, so I guess they are also shocked,” Roland said with a smile. “But it doesn't matter. I have set up a teleportation magic array in another safe place and can teleport a group of people there, but the number of people is limited, so we must have players who are good at fighting and form a spearheading squad with us to cut through the other side's rear defense line and attract their attention. Then make them relax the lock on this large portal… Master-level or above, and friends who are good at fighting and are willing to follow our commands, please come sign up.”

When these words fell, the male players were a little hesitant.

But in the very next second, the unicorn-riding Phoenix Guild's chairman appeared with a group of pretty girls. “Our entire guild will sign up.”

[1] League of Legends

[2] Mobile Suit Gundam SEED

[3] Russia

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