Mages Are Too OP

Of course Roland was a little excited.

After all, this is also an acknowledgment, acknowledging your good character, acknowledging your ability, and acknowledging that your future ceiling is high.

But Roland refused after only thinking for two seconds. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to offer my faith to the gods."

The angel stood there for a few seconds, and a strange expression appeared on the holy and tender face: "Why, this is an invitation from my Lord, shouldn't you feel honored?"

"It's an honor." Roland sighed: "But that doesn't mean I'm going to believe in a god."

"Don't want to believe in gods?" The angel shook her head helplessly, and just this small action caused a wave of turbulence: "Occasionally, such a magician will appear. Then I want to ask, in your eyes , what is a god?"

"A more powerful life form, so powerful that we can't understand it for the time being."

The angel smiled: "I can't understand it for the time being? That is to say, when your strength is up, will you try to understand?"

Roland nodded.

After hearing this, the angel slowly fell down, stood on the ground, no longer looked down at Roland, and at the same time dissipated the pale white light.

"As expected of the disciple and grandson of Goddess Misra." The angel said gently: "Then let's put it another way, how about becoming a favored one?"

God Blessed... People who are favored by God, in essence, paladins like Shuke are God Blessed.

But Roland still shook his head.

Shuke is different from ordinary people. He is too handsome, and the opposite sex has a very high tolerance for him. Even if he occasionally does something inappropriate, women will not think about him.

But Roland has self-knowledge, and his own charm is very ordinary.

Moreover, the favored ones are essentially in a 'weak' position, and it feels like the gods are raising kittens and puppies.

Of course, some pets can become cat owners because of their outstanding appearance, but Roland doesn't think that his crotch-pulling appearance can be treated like Shuke.

He knows that ordinary paladins are trembling and cautious in their work. Every day, they sincerely pray to the goddess, and they will take time to read the teachings, and strive to fully read and understand the teachings.

But Shuke, a paladin, rides the red dragon around every day, doing some tasks from time to time, paying little attention to teachings and praying less. But he happened to be the fastest of all paladins.

Every time a few basic friends get together, Shuke will always proudly brag about the beautiful sights he has visited and the wonders he has seen.

He is obviously a combat player, but he has the feeling of a landscape party.

Roland was never jealous of Shuke's heterosexual relationship, but he never expected himself to be the same as him.

People are different. You may not be able to copy the success of others and the way of life of others.

Therefore, Roland is not interested in the matter of the favored ones.

From Roland's point of view, the goddess of life mostly wants to have a puppy, or a puppy with fangs, who can help her bite and tease her occasionally to make her happy.

Roland doesn't want to be a puppy.

Pretending to bow his head to consider for a while, Roland finally raised his head slowly and said, "Sorry, I'm not qualified to be a favored person."

Although it is said that he is not qualified, this is an obvious refusal.

The angel was very smart and heard what Roland meant.

She looked a little annoyed, but not the more negative kind, but more like her own.

As she was in a bad mood, the two pairs of white wings behind her seemed to dim a little.

In the end, she sighed helplessly, gave Roland a look of grievance, and did not speak. Park Teng flew straight into the sky with his wings, and disappeared after a while.

Only a few white feathers fell.

Roland reached out to pick it up subconsciously, and found that it was just an illusion. The feather passed through Roland's palm, slowly became transparent, and disappeared.

Withdrawing his palm, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a faint fragrance.

Kind of like a green apple.

After the angel left, Roland felt a little tired. He sat down on the grass and opened the forum again.

He wanted to figure out what was the use of the green halo before, and what happened to Winterwind City now.

The previous live broadcast room was still live, and the broadcaster seemed to have left the previous place and ran to the vicinity of the Temple of Life.

"Look at the players from the Silver Wings Guild and the Jalan Temple Guild...they have black leaf marks on their faces."

The broadcaster's slightly wretched voice was very excited: "It seems that the halo has given them a logo... Wait, the Templars of the Light God Cult are here."

In the screen of the live broadcast room, a large number of white armored Templars poured in from the city gate. They were divided into several batches. Most of the knights went to clean up the ruins and rescue the civilians under the ruins.

And a group of strong heavy armored knights began to jointly hunt down those players with black leaf marks on their faces.

As long as he sees it, he rushes forward like a mad dog. Taking advantage of the large number of people and the equipment, he directly chops the players with marks on their faces into meat sauce.

Wait until they come back to life.

In the end, two or three hundred players were blocked near the resurrection point of the Temple of Life, unable to escape at all.

Surrounded by thousands of white armored knights.

Although all the Templars wore helmets and could not see their expressions, judging from their unhesitating slashing movements, they showed no mercy or forgiveness to these players with leaf marks on their faces.

Full of angry indifference.

The video in the live room showed a very bloody picture.

There are players' corpses everywhere, piled up in layers, almost blocking the entrance to the temple. Mosaic flows like a small ditch, there are dozens of them.

There was a strong smell of rust in the air.

The player in charge of the live broadcast was also surrounded, trembling with fear, and even the live broadcast screen was shaking slightly, but all the Templars looked at his face and found that there was no black leaf mark on his face, and ignored him. .

Roland withdrew from the direct line and sent a message in the guild chat world: "That black leaf mark, will it disappear after the player dies a few times? Or will it disappear after that time?"

"No!" Shuke quickly replied: "This group of people is finished. That is the divine punishment of the God of Life, and the leaf mark will follow them for a lifetime. And anyone who kills someone who is marked with black leaves will be killed. It will not be considered malicious murder."

Roland was quite surprised, the Silver Wing Guild and the Jalan Temple Guild seemed to be finished.

Then he asked, "What about the gold mine?"

"It will be protected and managed by our Light God Sect for the time being, and will be returned to the heir of the local city lord... when the matter is over. The local city lord's family is so pitiful, all the soldiers were killed, and he himself was killed. If it weren't for his wife and children hiding in secrets Daoli escaped with his life, and may be exterminated by the Jialan Temple Guild."

Roland sighed, it turned out that he was a little proud of his player status.

But now, seeing the tragic situation of Winterwind City, and hearing about the experience of the city owner's family, he suddenly felt that the players did not seem to be any better than the natives of this world.

If you see enough benefits, you will kill and set fire, and do all kinds of evil.

These people are not qualified to play this game anymore!