Mages Are Too OP Chapter 703

Chapter 703 The Wedding Accident

Night Tide Sands saw her teasing look, immediately calmed down, and said lightly, “Well, no more jokes. What floor is your banquet on, I'll go find Garfield and Ran.” “Sixth floor, hall seven, you'll see them when you get in,” Jane said with a big smile.

The bride's makeup was a little thick, but she still looked pretty.

She was an upper-middle-class beauty.

“I'll go up to play with Garfield and the girls then.” Night Tide Sands handed over two red envelopes. “I wish you two a long and happy life together and an early baby.”

“Thank you.” The relative next to the groom took the red envelope.

Night Tide Sands then led Roland to the elevator.

But because there were too many people, they took the stairs instead.

At the stairway, Roland looked back at the couple from time to time. Night Tide Sands had been paying close attention to Roland, and when she saw his actions, she asked while walking, “You're looking at the bride? Jane is indeed quite pretty, and of course, in school, she was the campus belle.”

“No, I just thought the groom looked a little familiar.”

Since he wasn't looking at the bride, Night Tide Sands didn't think anything of it. “You most likely saw him somewhere before.”

Roland nodded and stopped looking at the couple.

In reality, Roland had lied just now. He had not seen the groom and had no sense of familiarity; he had turned back frequently because he felt that the man's spirit was off.

His mood swings were huge.

Roland's current strength was far worse than in the game, and under normal circumstances, he couldn't sense the emotions of the person next to him, such as Night Tide Sands, nor could he feel the latter's mood swings.

But the groom's mental fluctuations were so obvious that even after walking away a dozen meters, he could still vaguely detect it.

And his spirit was extremely unstable, suddenly high and suddenly low, and seemed agitated.

But the groom's expression was calm and collected.

This was a bit strange.

The two went up to the sixth floor and found room seven. Night Tide Sands quickly found her friends, and then they got together and discussed Night Tide Sands' relationship with Roland.

But because the place was so crowded and noisy, their voices were muffled and Roland didn't hear them.

Besides, he was browsing the forums on his phone.

All his attention was on the phone. In this day and age, it was a fairly normal habit to play with one's phone at a wedding reception.

About an hour later, the wedding finally began.

The master of ceremonies guided the wedding festivities, whether it was the couple interacting to eating cake or biting apples and other programs, it was well done, and their live hosting skills were very strong. A few girls next to Roland, including Nightmare, looked on with fluttering eyes tinged with envy.

And Roland kept looking at his phone.

He couldn't help it. He'd participated in several wedding receptions, especially Schuck's wedding, where he'd been the best man.

He'd seen these shows so much that he'd long since lost interest.

He had thought that this wedding, too, would end without a hitch, and then he'd bolt home.

But right at the end of the ceremony, something unexpected happened.

Roland looked up suspiciously at the groom on the main stage.

Because at this point, he felt the groom's emotions fluctuate to the extreme.

It was like a leather rope that went up and down.

“So excited?” A little confused, Roland looked at the groom who was smiling on the stage.

Even if he were married to a goddess, he didn't have to be so dramatic.

After all, the bride also looked happy but didn't seem to have such a big mood swing.

At this point, the male masters of ceremonies on the stage said excitedly, “Groom, isn't it time to tell everyone how the two of you met and how your lovely relationship went?”

The groom smiled and took the other microphone, and almost all those with a discerning eye saw that his hand was trembling as he held it.

And he spoke with a trembling voice, “Elders, uncles, colleagues, and friends, I am so happy to be standing here now.”

At this point, the host smiled next to him and took over. “It seems the groom official is very excited, which represents a deep love for the bride, so much so that he can't even speak properly.”

The guests let out good-natured laughter.

Roland, however, felt that something was not quite right.

Because he felt that the groom's mood swings were getting stronger.

He could feel the pressure from the stage, like a tsunami of mental pressure coming over him.

But this kind of mental pressure had no target, so there was no negative effect.

Then he frowned.

The groom's mental fluctuations were exaggerated; they were even stronger than his own, a person who could cast spells.

That's a bit outrageous.

Maybe this guy can cast spells in reality, too, if he learns magic skills. Just when Roland was wondering, the groom spoke again. “Yes, my love for her is carved in my bones.” As he spoke, the groom spoke more and more steadily and calmly, but his spiritual radiation was still slowly climbing.

Roland subconsciously activated the completely transparent Magic Shield.

This thing was practically snug, and as long as no one touched him, they wouldn't see that he had a layer of an invisible and shapeless shield on him.

Night Tide Sands watched the stage with great interest. She also hoped that one day she could wear a wedding dress and that it would be Roland standing next to her. “What I remember most dearly is a day six months ago.” The groom pointed to the large white screen behind him, which by now had a projector displaying images. “I remember it was Valentine's Day and we had a candlelit dinner date in the evening, but then she surprised me at noon.”

The bride's expression froze.

The expressions of all the guests froze as well.

There was an eerie silence all of a sudden in the banquet hall, which had been very noisy.

On the screen, the bride, dressed in sexy clothes, her arms around a middle-aged man, entered a hotel.

Then the screen was cut to an image of the bride coming out of the hotel with a middle-aged man holding her.

This photo was very clear and it could be seen that the phone had a good camera. “They were up there for three hours…” “Li Qiang, you son of a bitch…” The bride rushed over to grab the man's microphone. “You actually followed me!”

With the bride's roar, the guests finally came to their senses and realized what had happened.

Then the scene exploded with a cacophony of noise.

There were sounds of surprise, incredulity, and gloating, all at once.

The bride and groom's families all rushed to the stage and tore at each other.

The master of ceremonies was shoved aside with wide eyes, bewildered. This was the first time this had happened in the ten years he had officiated weddings.

The majority of the guests were watching the drama.

Night Tide Sands and her friends had exaggerated expressions as if they couldn't believe this was true.

But one girl's surprised expression was particularly flamboyant, and if one looked closely, they would see that she was smiling.

Meanwhile, Roland was watching the groom the whole time.

The intensity of his emotions seemed to reach a peak after he exposed the affair.

If his emotions were like a normal heartbeat with highs and lows, then now it was a flat line that had risen to the highest point and went across in a straight line.

Roland could even feel a faint distortion in the air around the groom.

“The vortex phenomenon caused by a magic drain.”

This could happen if the magic power in one place was being drawn heavily and the flow of magic power coming from other places couldn't catch up.

It happened often in places where magic power was scarce.

In reality, there was almost no magic power in the air.

So in this situation, anyone who could extract magic power could cause a magic drain.

Roland looked at the groom and tried to take note of the intensity of his emotions.

He felt that this might be the key to casting spells in reality and increasing the strength of spells.

The fight on the stage was reaching a climax. The groom just smiled, his eyes fixed on the bride.

The people on the bride's side shouted: “Even if there is a mistake, you can't say it on this occasion. You're too vindictive.”

The groom's relatives naturally sarcastically remarked on the bride's unethical behavior.

Hardly anyone but Roland noticed that there was something wrong with the groom's expression. The groom had worn this somewhat uncanny smile for nearly a minute. Roland felt that the groom's mood swings had remained at their highest point for quite some time, and seemed to become sharper and thinner.

Just like a rope, when it became thin and long, it was naturally prone to break.

Nothing's going to happen, right?

As Roland was thinking this, the groom's mental energy suddenly disappeared with a

bang.

It wasn't like an electrocardiogram line diving off a cliff.

It was completely gone. Snapped.

And at this moment, the groom still stood there with the same smile, with his family clustered around him, none of whom noticed this peculiarity.

The situation wasn't right.

Roland jerked to his feet and shouted to the stage, “Something's wrong with the groom, look at what's happening to him.”

He roared with the mental intimidation that was unique to Mages.

It wasn't too loud, but it had a captivating quality to it, and to other people's ears, he was so loud that they couldn't help but pay attention.

Everyone looked at Roland and then finally at the groom.

The groom maintained a smiling expression as his body suddenly fell backward.

He fell heavily onto the stage, the back of his head hitting the floor directly.

“Ah!”

There was a scream from one of the guests.

Because someone had already seen that a bit of blood was oozing out onto the stage from the back of the groom's head. “Get help!”

There was a doctor among the guests, jumping onto the stage as the group pivoted to the side, yelling, “Get out of the way, all of you.”

He crouched down and ran his hand over the groom's chest first and was startled. Then, looking at the groom's still open eyes, he immediately called down to the floor, “Is there a nurse present? Come up and help with CPR!”

Three girls trotted to the stage at once.

The four immediately started emergency treatment on the groom.

The doctor even performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

The groom's family hovered, anxious, but too afraid to disturb the doctor and nurses.

The guests watching the drama were all dumbfounded.

Most of them understood that the celebration might end as a funeral.

And Roland also stared at the front of the stage, but his perspective was a little different than the average person's.

In his eyes, the groom's soul broke out of his body and walked toward the bride, who was not far away, and slapped the latter.

But to no avail… his palm went through the bride.

The groom froze for a moment, and then his body began to shatter, turning into irregular pieces of soul fragments.

It was like pale green glass.

These fragments came together like a cloud of icy mist.

Then, as if by some kind of suction, the mass of icy mist drew close to Roland.

Chapter end

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