Mages Are Too OP

The True Ancestor of the blood clan sat limply on the ground, with a jade body in a horizontal formation. Although he was not tall, his body proportions were very good. Such a sitting posture was extremely sexy.

Coupled with the unique charm talent of the true ancestor of the blood clan, most men will probably have to pounce when they see it.

But Roland didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He has seen a lot of beautiful women, not to mention the goddess of life, the goddess of magic, and her own Andonara alone is more attractive than her.

And whether it's Andonara or Vivienne, which of the two is not a bee waist and a fat hip, and has a proud front armor.

How could a mere self-leveling steel plate attract him.

As for the charm ability of the blood clan, that is even more nonsense.

The charm of the goddess of order is far more than the true ancestor of the blood family. Roland can control his heart in front of them, not to mention an old witch in the form of a mere girl.

Roland walked halfway, looking at the true ancestor of the blood clan who had been gasping for breath, but suddenly stopped.

Because he felt that his spirit was not very good.

It's not that the body has no strength, but the soul is tired and the mental strength is severely damaged.

If you continue to fight, it is estimated that you will damage your spiritual foundation.

The spiritual foundation of a magician is very important, just like a warrior who trains muscles, has high requirements for the 'quality' of his bones.

He would rather have his flesh chopped a dozen times than his own bones.

This is also the case with Roland now.

The spiritual foundation of the mage is also very important, and there is no need to damage it in such a place.

And the most important thing is... you can't kill each other, this is the most troublesome thing.

Infinite regeneration is disgusting, of course myself.

Then he also sat down, took out the spare magic robe from the system backpack and put it on.

Seeing this scene, the expression of the true ancestor of the blood race became quite annoyed.

The other party has clothes to wear, but you can only be naked?

At this time, whoever is embarrassed loses... At least the true ancestor of the blood family thinks so.

She struggled to stand up, turned back to her cabin, and seemed to be looking for clothes.

Roland was lying on the ground, intending to close his eyes and rest.

Players do not need to sleep, as long as they stand still, they can recover their physical and mental strength, which is one of the unique abilities of players.

He also took this opportunity to look at the surrounding environment to see if there was anything that could be used as a weapon.

Who knows when the God of Underworld will cancel his magical imprisonment. When he was thinking about it, he found that the God of Underworld had already stood by his side.

Roland got up and looked at her with a bad expression, and asked, "Can you release my magic power?"

"No." Underworld God shook her head slightly, then she pointed to the table in front of her and said, "Sit down and have a chat."

Roland looked at each other quietly, expressing his objection with silence.

Now he wants to go back to Delbon City and have a good rest.

After four days and four nights of fighting, both sides were exhausted.

"Sit down and talk." Underworld God's expression was still very cold, but there was more pleading in his tone: "Okay?"

Looking at the god of underworld who seemed to have a pitiful expression, Roland sighed and sat down at the table.

The Underworld God also sat down.

The two just sat there, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, the True Ancestor of the Blood Race also walked out of the cabin. She put on a beautiful black dress, white on top and black on the bottom. It looked very simple, but this dress was made of elf silk. , the price is very expensive.

It can be said to be understated luxury.

As soon as she came out, she glared at Roland.

After a few minutes of rest, her soul consciousness recovered a lot, and she became more energetic.

And Roland looked at her coldly.

Now Roland's reply has some energy, and if he really fights, he may not lose.

"Sit." Underworld God patted the chair beside him.

The true blood clan snorted and sat next to the god of underworld.

Then she still glared at Roland.

If before today, her hatred for Roland was only because her friend was killed, then her hatred for Roland now has more personal factors.

When she was beaten to death with Roland before, the attack she received could be described as miserable.

I don't know where this man came from, and he beat women exclusively on the face and chest.

One punch hit a pit, and the front armor, which was not high, was flattened countless times.

When the face did not recover, it was estimated that it was ugly like a devil.

The True Ancestor of the Blood Race was so angry that he squeezed his balls, but after the guy recovered, he slammed her door with his knees.

The pain that the woman was hit by that place was also extremely intense. When she was hit for the first time, the pain caused her to lose her fighting power on the spot.

Then Roland grabbed his legs and stood upside down, tore them apart from the middle, and almost tore them in half.

During the four days and four nights of fighting, there have been at least dozens of such attacks.

Because of this, the two sides once fought more and more fiercely.

Looking back now, the True Ancestor of the Blood Race still has a face that he can't look back on and dare not imagine.

In this world, there is such a vicious man who can do such vicious means to such a beautiful girl.

Must be gay.

"You guys are reconciled." Underworld God looked at the two of them left and right.

Roland sneered.

The True Ancestor of the Blood Race sneered.

"reconcile."

Seeing that the two people's expressions were wrong, the god of the underworld took the initiative to pull the true ancestor of the blood clan with his left hand and Roland with his right hand, wanting to touch their hands together.

Both Roland and the True Ancestor of the Blood Race are struggling, but the Underworld God is also a god. How could mortals resist her 'power'.

So Roland could only look at his left hand, touching the right hand of the true ancestor of the blood family.

Whether it is the palm of the Underworld God or the hand of the true ancestor of the blood clan, they are very soft and comfortable.

It's just that Roland didn't feel anything. Instead, he looked at the underworld god coldly and said, "Ms. Sophie, the twisted melon is not sweet. The hatred between me and the true ancestor of the blood family is almost impossible to resolve."

Roland personally did not have much hatred for the true ancestor of the blood family.

He just hates the true ancestor of the blood race from a human point of view.

After all, from Roland's point of view, the behavior of blood clans raising humans is of the same nature as that of humans raising pigs.

So Roland looked at the true ancestor of the blood race from the perspective of natural enemies.

Natural enemies are naturally the best to die.

Hearing Roland's words, the True Ancestor of the Blood Race looked at Roland's eyes, and more killing intent appeared.

Although they fought for four days and four nights, the two did not develop feelings for it.

Underworld God turned to look at Roland: "We are friends, so you have to listen to me."

Roland took a deep breath: "We are not friends, Ms. Sophie. Mortals are not qualified to be friends with God."

"We are." Underworld God looked at Roland fixedly: "We have exchanged gifts."

Have you exchanged gifts?

Oh, the god of war sickle.

I gave her a lot of Druid souls.

It was so!

Roland snorted coldly in his heart, if he was really a friend, would he let himself and a female lunatic fight to death four times here?

Although he couldn't die, he experienced a lot of pain.

Until now, he still feels pain in the egg, and he doesn't know if it will affect his sexual life after returning.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Without a word, he took the Underworld God War Sickle out of the system backpack, threw it on the table, and said indifferently: "Give it back to you, I dare not be friends with the gods. Madam Sophie, friends are not friends. So paid."

Sophie looked at him blankly, her eyes widened slightly, and she seemed a little helpless.

At this time, the true ancestor of the blood clan erupted in anger at this time. She jumped up and wanted to pounce on Roland and break the latter's neck, but just halfway through the jump, she was gently put back on her by an invisible force on the chair.

Naturally, the Underworld God made the move.

But the True Ancestor of the Blood Race was flushed with anger. If her previous opinion of Roland was just hatred, now there is more anger and disgust.

"How dare you hurt a pure girl's heart like this." The True Ancestor of the Blood Race was so angry that his voice trembled: "Do you know how difficult it is for Sophie to identify with a friend."

Roland snorted, ignoring the true ancestor of the blood race.

Then he looked at the underworld god: "Ms. Sophie, can I leave?"

Sophie still looked at Roland with her eyes as clear as spring water. There seemed to be countless light patterns flowing in her eyes, and she seemed to have something to say, but when she looked closely, she didn't mean anything.

She didn't speak for a long time.

The true ancestor of the blood clan roared beside him: "If you want to get out, get out, don't stab Sophie's heart here."

Roland squinted at the true ancestor of the blood clan without saying a word.

After a while, Sophie waved her hand gently, and the invisible power spread around.

The power is gentle and gentle.

On the grass, the body parts of Roland and the true ancestor of the blood race slowly turned into gray spots of light and disappeared.

The bloodstain also disappeared, and the grass became green again.

At the same time, Roland also felt that the magic power in himself was flowing again.

He glanced at the Underworld God and the True Ancestor of the Blood Race, activated the teleportation technique and left the underworld.

With the Underworld God, it is impossible for him to kill the true ancestor of the blood clan, so he simply leaves first.

When the transmitted blue light disappeared, the God of Underworld quietly looked at the sickle lying horizontally on the table. After a while, she gently wiped her eyes and lowered her eyebrows.

The true ancestor of the blood clan patted the back of the god of the underworld distressedly, and said in a low voice: "Don't be sad, men are like this, they don't understand women's minds, let's ignore him, okay?"

Underworld God shook his head: "It's my fault, he can look at our gods equally, I shouldn't persecute him like this."

"He made you so angry, and you still speak for him?" The true ancestor of the blood clan was so angry that his teeth hurt.

Underworld God shook her head, she pointed at the war sickle on the table with jade.

The sickle floated up automatically, and then fell into the space rift.

Roland teleported back to Delbon City, breathing the fresh air of the main plane, and finally felt much more comfortable.

He took two steps, but suddenly found that his body was full of strength and vitality.

He was stunned for a moment, remembering that Shishen seemed to have added a special buff to himself, didn't she take it back?

Entering the system interface, it is indeed the case.

Underworld God's Blessing: You have been implanted with a subtle divine aura by the Underworld God, sharing a small part of your life force with her. Your limbs can regenerate infinitely, and your lifespan theoretically has no end unless the Underworld God actively cuts off your relationship with her, or a more powerful enemy cuts off the connection between the two of you.

With this ability, that is to say, Roland has infinite vitality in human form.

It's almost impossible to get caught in seconds.

But Roland's mood was a little subtle, and he didn't have the excitement of getting the "magic skill".

"I've said it so heavily. It probably won't take long before she will take this ability back."

Roland continued to walk to his manor, but at this moment, the space around him fluctuated, and then a circle of spinning objects flew out of the space crack and landed on the ground in front of Roland, sticking diagonally.

He thought it was an enemy attack and was taken aback.

Later, it was discovered that it was actually the Underworld God Battle Scythe.

It actually followed.

Roland glanced coldly at the artifact and walked past it.

Just before taking a few steps, the sickle suddenly flew up by itself with a whistle and turned towards Roland.

Roland had been on guard against it, and upon seeing this, he immediately opened his magic shield.

But the scythe easily cut through Roland's magic shield and hit Roland's body at the same time.

He thought that he had to "die" once, and the god of underworld was so angry that he wanted to kill.

But he didn't expect that the moment the war sickle touched him, it suddenly disappeared.

He touched his body, there were no scars, but the sickle was gone.

Where did you go?

Roland suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, and he lined up the system backpack, and found that the Underworld God War Scythe was actually lying inside.

"Hmph, is it interesting to buy and sell?"

Roland took out the Underworld God Scythe and threw it on the ground.

As a result, as soon as the thing landed, it automatically flew towards Roland, and finally appeared in the system backpack.

Roland took it out, threw it on the ground again, and returned the sickle to the system backpack in seconds.

After so many times, Roland gave up.

"This Underworld God is quite persistent." Roland sighed and stopped throwing the sickle.

In fact, Roland didn't hate Hades.

Such a beautiful girl is not a bad god, and there is no reason to hate her.

But Roland also has his own self-esteem, as a player, as a man's self-esteem.

He was upset that he was being held by a girl to do this and that.

We are not very familiar.

Probably the same idea.

After returning to the manor, Roland rested for several days, and after tossing Vivian several times at the same time, he began to study magic again.

The events of the past few days told him a very cruel truth, and he was still far from the top combat power.

People at the level of the Underworld God can do things they don't want to do without any effort.

"Sure enough, we have to make the floating city as soon as possible. On the main plane, the powerful source of magic power of the floating city can compete on the same level as the gods." Roland painted and painted on the manuscript paper, thinking about what he should strengthen next. Direction: "The upper limit of magic power must continue to increase, but in the strengthening of magic research, is it necessary to change it?"

Roland fell into contemplation.

For the time being, he has no ability to study the magic of the prophecy system to a stronger level. The evocation spell has almost come to an end. The next step is to rely on the level and the upper limit of mana to naturally increase the damage and attack range of the evocation spell.

Is it possible to study transformation magic?

There are many interesting magics in the transformation system, which may be of great help in building a floating city by yourself.

That's it, go find someone from the Transformation Magic Tower and learn it.