Mages Are Too OP

Roland is a player who desperately raises his MP limit.

In his opinion, the amount of MP can completely determine the outcome of a battle.

Of course... the level, everything that is equipped is very important.

But whether it is magic penetration or magic defense, it can be achieved with more MP.

In other words, as long as I have enough energy, I am invincible.

That's probably what it means.

This is also the most simple and practical genre.

The basic skills are good enough, the attributes are high enough, and it is matched with specially optimized attack and defense magic.

Magic that can accommodate a higher limit of magic power, this is his future growth idea.

It sounds simple and practical, but it is actually quite difficult to do.

The resource of MP is not so easy to pile up.

But as long as you push it up, the effect is obvious.

So when more than a dozen huge mage hands fell and the ice field formed at an extremely fast speed, the magic around Roland had formed a subtle resonance.

Losing the effect of his use of magic will become higher.

A flash of lightning struck in front of him.

Alberso is not a fool. When Roland opened the field, his attack had already been launched.

This blue-purple lightning was like a long and deadly whip, 'licking and licking' on Roland's magic shield, but could not get in.

The sound of electric current echoed around, and the air was filled with the smell of electric burnt.

Roland didn't care, he controlled his mage's hand and formed a circle around Yabosuo, and then countless fists hammered at Yaboso like a terrible rainstorm.

The sound of babbling, because it was too dense, even turned into a loud noise like the surging of the ocean.

At the same time, the frost on the ground formed by the ice field, together with the shield, froze Albersuo on the ground.

Moreover, the hands of the dozen mages came too fast and too fast, and they were hitting from top to bottom in a circle, making it impossible for Yabelso to fly up.

Feeling that his magical shield was shaking slightly, Yabosuo looked at the dozen or so huge mage hands in confusion.

He had never seen such a spell before. Isn't the hand of the mage used to hold keys, open doors, and lift light objects?

The violent attacks of these dozen or so mage hands were even stronger than his Chain Lightning.

This is really TM ghost.

What happened to the magic world in the past few hundred years?

Could it be that the magic world that he has not been in contact with in the past 50 years has changed so much?

He immediately activated another kind of magic, and dozens of arcane missiles dragged long, blue tail flames, hitting the magic shield on the opposite side, and only some subtle ripples bounced off.

"What a hard shield." Alberso was puzzled: "Is this guy really a master magician?"

Although his current strength is also a master level, but after all, he is a former demigod and a strong man who dares to grab the godhead with Misra.

Now you can't deal with a master-level young mage?

It's unlikely.

No matter how weak his own strength is, he is a former demigod who once controlled half of the law... Although he was finally taken away by Misra in a way of condensing his godhead, he can still benefit a lot from it.

All his attack magics have good penetrating power.

However, now it can't penetrate the shield of a master magician?

This is outrageous.

He frowned slightly.

At the same time increase the power output.

Chain Lightning is thicker, longer, and brighter.

And Roland did the same.

Rainbow Jet, Arcane Missiles, Flash, etc. are all used.

His biggest advantage is that he has a lot of MP, and the recovery speed is super fast.

Dragging Alberso into a protracted battle was Roland's tactic.

It is now successful.

The two sides were separated by a distance of thirty meters, bombarding each other with magic.

In essence, the mutual fight between mages is actually very worthless.

Especially bucket mages like Roland and Alberso.

There is almost no weakness, that is, no brain output.

Both sides have extremely high magic control, magic capacity, and the ability to cast spells quickly.

It's not the academic mages who grew up in the greenhouses of the Space Magic Tower.

It's not that academic mages are bad. After these people grow up, their research ability is beyond the table, and it is estimated that they can rectify all the virtual godheads.

But the premise also has to grow up.

The two fought hot.

Colorful magic flew around, accompanied by the roar of explosions.

In this kind of head-on battle, even Roland didn't have enough time to mobilize the extra magic and use his unique magic, the small fireball technique.

And Alberso is the same, he has almost no spare time to use more powerful magic.

The two sides fought for more than half an hour, and the place where the two were located had collapsed by at least five meters.

There was a frenzy all around, and the two states of frost and scorched earth were incompatible, but they were mixed together.

Roland's ice field is still gradually expanding.

At this time, Alberso was out of breath.

Unlike Roland... Although he is a demigod, after his strength drops to the master level, his magic power also drops.

And now his body has not fully recovered.

Misra is also the goddess of magic.

Although Alberso has been awake for nearly 50 years, he still hasn't completely dispelled the 'seal' on his body.

Besides, he didn't bother to dissolve the seal on his body.

He spends most of his time enjoying life.

Misra shouldn't be able to find me anyway.

It's just that he stumbled.

It has been more than half an hour now, and he has already felt tired, but Roland on the opposite side is still relaxed.

In fact, this is true. Roland's MP is still at least 60%, but Alberso's is only about 30%.

Even the latter's magic shield is already in jeopardy.

about to break.

If it goes on like this, you will undoubtedly lose.

Albersuo even felt incredible in his heart, how much magic does this kid have?

At this moment, he took a deep breath, changed his magical shield, blocked it in front of him like a giant shield, and pushed it out with mental power.

Countless arcane missiles, as well as ordinary small fireballs, slammed into this magic shield.

In the violent explosion, a large number of white cracks began to appear on the magic shield.

Originally, he didn't want to use this trick. After all, as a demigod, he was forced to this point by a master, and it was really shameful to say it.

But it doesn't matter that much now.

Before the magic shield shattered, Alberso pointed at Roland.

With a sneer on his face, very strange.

"Great cracking technique!"

With Roland as the center, all magic disappeared instantly.

Whether it was the arcane missile in flight, or the giant shield that was about to shatter.

The magic shield on Roland's body turned into pieces of slag and fell to the ground like an egg shell hitting a stone.

Then, a pink shimmer suddenly appeared on his body, offsetting part of the effect of the big cracking technique.

Thanks to Misra's blessing, the magic equipment on him was not damaged in any way.

But his expression is a little dignified now.

Because he still can't use magic.

All the surrounding magic elements were emptied by the big cracking technique.

A magic vacuum is formed.

There is a feeling of living on earth.

Roland shook his hand subconsciously, then looked up at the opposite: "Isn't the big cracking technique a single-body effect? ​​Or is it a very small area effect, you are actually a super large area effect?"

"How can I say that I'm also a former demigod. It's not very reasonable to have my own unique skills?"

Following the gruff Yabosuo hehe laughed, quite proud: "Without the magic power, what are you fighting me for?"

"Aren't you the same?" Roland asked back.

"Don't think of me as a waste who never comes to exercise the body." Yaboso jumped slightly from side to side, clenched his fists in both hands, posing like a boxer: "As a noble, I have practiced both swordsmanship and boxing, and this is what we are all about. A compulsory course for the nobility of that era."

"Is that so." Roland quietly watched the other side jumping left and right there.

"Let me tell you one thing, this area-based large cracking technique only lasts for five minutes." Alberso smiled proudly: "This is a special spell optimized by me, with the effect of painting a dungeon as a prison, you are fleeing within these five minutes. It can't be dropped. So, either you kill me, or I'll be killed by you."

Looking at the arrogant Alberso, Roland chuckled lightly.

"Then do as you wish."

Lowering his body slightly, Roland exerted force on both feet and rushed in front of Alberso at an extremely fast and exaggerated speed.

Then came a side-leg whip with a sonic boom.

Alberso is worthy of being trained, but he instinctively blocked his head with his big hand.

But being thrown off by this leg, his hands were bent and deformed like plasticine, and then Roland swept his whole body to the left several meters and rolled several times.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground with a miserable face, looking at the sky, he was dazed at first, and then severe pain appeared all over his body.

Before he could taste the pain, he spit out blood again.

Roland's leg whip broke the bones of the left half of Alberso's body, including the bones of his hands.

Several broken ribs were inserted into his lungs, as well as his heart.

If there is magic, he can use instant healing to save his life.

But sadly, he dispelled the magic by himself with a big cracking technique.

"Are you... a magic swordsman?"

With a lot of blood in his mouth, Alberso's speech is already quite unfavorable.

Roland walked over and shook his head: "No. Pure mage."

"This is impossible!"

"Because I have a legendary woman." Roland chuckled.

The "legendary physique" obtained from Andonara because of the equality contract played a great role at this time.

Relying on this special legendary expertise, Roland was able to "survive" under the pincer attack of Andonara, an industrial vise.

One can imagine how powerful this expertise is.

Strengthen the body in all aspects.

Besides, Andonara will practice and learn swordsmanship with Roland if she has something to do.

So Roland's melee experience is quite sufficient.

Of course Roland lost terribly, never winning either in bed or under the bed.

"Okay, you deserve to die." Roland walked up to Alberso and said, "Any last words."

"You're willing to be Misra's lackey... why? Your mage's... dignity?"

The other party also wanted to use words to escape and survive.

Roland said lightly: "Leave the matter of Misra aside, you should be damned if you killed more than 100 foreigners."

"So it is!" A blush appeared on Yabersuo's face, which was a reflection of the back light, and his voice became strong and normal: "Looking at everyone's face as a mage, I beg you for one thing. ."

"Say, I will listen to the content and then decide whether to answer you or not."

"Let go of my family." Yaboso moved his head, indicating that there was something in his magic robe: "I carry my own magic experience with me, which is a manual written for more than 30 years. For you , should be of great value.”

Roland sneered: "I can take it from you if you die."

"There are magic locks." Alberso smiled hard: "I'm running out of time, you swear."

"All right."

Roland used his spiritual power to communicate the prayer of the God of Contract.

"I swear, I will spare his family after I get Alberso's magical experience."

A blue transparent scale appeared between the two, and then slowly disappeared.

"Okay." Yabosuo smiled reassuringly: "The magic lock is very simple, use the pink flowers on the grassland to make ink, and then use the magic of thunder to blend, and finally dip the book into the juice... By the way, can you? Bury my body on the spot, I don't want the old woman to see..."

Abelso's eyes gradually closed.

In less than ten seconds, there was no sound.

Roland waited in place for a while, and after the big cracking technique disappeared, he searched the body of the deceased with the hands of a small mage, and took out the magic manual.

Because of the water-repellent treatment by Abelso, the manual was not soaked in blood.

Then Roland used the fossil as a clay technique, and was about to sink Alberso to the ground for burial, but he suddenly turned around and looked back.

After a while, an old woman walked slowly over there.

Alberto's wife.

The gray-haired old woman.

She held the black jug that Alberso had thrown away and walked over calmly.

Roland frowned.

The old woman saw Yabersuo's body, she walked over slowly, and touched Yabersuo's smooth and lifeless face, with tears in her eyes.

Roland looked at her quietly.

"Can I bring his body home." The old woman turned her head and looked at Roland.

Her expression was calm, without a trace of hatred.

Roland was silent for a while, and then asked: "A few days ago, you told Alberso that you wanted to drink red wine, but you actually told me to hear it on purpose."

Without this sentence, Roland would never have suspected 'Beckrum'.

So it can be said that it was the old woman who betrayed Alberso.

"Is his real name Yabosuo?" The old woman said slowly while helping her husband organize his body and wipe the blood on his face, "After fifty-one years of marriage, I only knew his real name. But I I even think the name Bakerrum is much more pleasant."

"Why are you revealing information to me? He's not your husband? Aren't you very loving?"

The old woman didn't say anything, but a weak magical reaction began to appear on her body.

Soon, a whirlwind wrapped the two of them in it.

One person and one corpse slowly floated up.

Although this old woman can use magic, she is not very strong.

"Because I'm the Storm Priest." The old woman muttered to herself with a painful expression: "It's our duty to eradicate evil. In my opinion, the Bakerrum people are really good, but I don't know why, I feel him The evil spirit in my body is getting heavier and heavier. I can't figure it out. Until half a year ago, I suddenly had a whim, I dedicated the wine I drank to our storm goddess. Then the oracle descended , said he was already a demon."

"So you killed your relatives righteously?"

"I don't want to kill him, he's my favorite man, my husband. But the goddess told me to kill him, he said he had to die! Because he did so many wrong things."

Roland asked curiously: "So, I'm a little curious. Did you disclose your husband's footsteps to me for justice, or just to obey your goddess's oracle?"

"All."

"He killed just to prolong your life."

"So I love him and hate him. Why does he secretly drink those things for me." The old woman had two tears on her face: "I follow the goddess's teachings all my life, be chaste, do good deeds, and don't fight with others. , I can enter the kingdom of God, but now, my soul is unclean, and the door of the kingdom of God has been closed to me. I hope that his death will allow the goddess to forgive the stains on my body. Latonasi!"

The grief-stricken old woman, holding back her tears, took her husband's body and was supported by the whirlwind and disappeared into the distance.

Leaving the pain of love and hate.

Roland sighed, flipped his cloak, and teleported back to Delbon City.

PS: Fanwai is a Spring Festival event, and it is semi-mandatory for the author to participate.

It doesn't matter if you watch it or not, because it doesn't have the kind of heart-pounding, drool-worthy content you want.

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A point in advance, because I don't have much time, and the update speed of the extras... a bit hard to describe.