Mages Are Too OP

The true ancestor of the blood race sat on the ground limply, with a jade body in a horizontal formation. Although he was not tall, he had a good body proportion. This sitting posture was extremely lusty.

   Coupled with the unique charm talent of the true ancestor of the blood race, most of the men would have to pounce upon seeing it.

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

  He has seen a lot of beautiful women, let alone the goddess of life, the goddess of magic, the Andonara of his own family is more attractive than her.

  And whether it is Andorra or Vivienne, which of these two is not a bee waist and fat buttocks, and has a proud front armor.

  How can a self-leveling steel plate be attracted to him?

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

  The goddess of Order is much more charming than the true ancestors of the blood race. Roland can control his heart in front of them, not to mention an old witch in the form of a girl.

  Roland walked halfway, looking at the real ancestor of the blood race who had been breathing, but suddenly stopped.

  Because he felt that his spirit was not very good.

  It does not mean that the body is no longer strong, but the soul is tired and the mental power is seriously 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, who requires high quality of bones.

  I would rather be chopped off by more than a dozen knives than my bones.

  Roland is also the case now.

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

  And the most important thing is...cannot kill the opponent, this is the most troublesome thing.

   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 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 around and returned to her cabin, seeming to be looking for clothes.

   And Roland was lying on the ground, planning to take a rest with his eyes closed.

  The player does not need to sleep, as long as standing still can restore physical and mental strength, which is one of the unique abilities of the player.

  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 Pluto will cancel his magical imprisonment, when he was thinking about it, he found that Pluto had already stood by his side for some time.

  Roland got up and looked at her, with an unpleasant expression, and asked: "Can you release my magical imprisonment?"

   "No." Hades shook her head slightly, then she pointed to the table in front and said, "Sit down and talk together."

  Roland looked at each other quietly, expressing his disapproval in silence.

  Now he wants to go back to the city of Delbonne and take a good rest.

  Fighting for four days and four nights, both sides are already tired.

   "Sit down and talk." The expression of the goddess is still very cold, but there is more begging in his tone: "OK?"

  Looking at the underworld who seemed a bit pitiful, Roland sighed and sat down at the table.

  Underworld also sat down.

  The two of them just sat, and no one 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 the top and black on the bottom. She looked very simple, but this dress was made of elven silk. , The price is very expensive.

   can be said to be low-key luxury.

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

  After resting for a few minutes, her soul consciousness has recovered a lot, and her spirit has increased.

  And Roland looked at her coldly.

   Now Roland has regained some energy, and when it comes to fighting, he may not lose.

  "Sit." Underworld patted the chair beside him.

  The true blood clan snorted and sat next to the Underworld God.

   Then she still glared at Roland.

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

  When she was fighting Roland before, the attack she received could be described as miserable.

  I don’t know where the man came from. The woman hits her face and chest.

   One punch went into a pit, and the front armor, which was not high, was squashed countless times.

  When the face does not recover, it is probably as ugly as a demon.

  The true ancestor of the blood race was really angry, and squeezed his egg, but when the guy recovered, he directly hit her door with his knee.

  The pain of the woman being hit by that place is also extremely strong. When she was hit for the first time, the pain caused her to lose her combat effectiveness on the spot.

   Then Roland held his legs upside down and tore it from the middle, almost torn in half.

  There have been at least dozens of such attacks in four days and four nights.

   also because of this, the two sides once became more and more aggressive.

  Recalling now, the true ancestor of the blood race still looked back with a look of embarrassment and dare not imagine.

  In this world, there is such a vicious man who can use such vicious methods on such a beautiful girl.

   must be gay.

   "You make up." Underworld looked around at the two.

  Roland sneered.

  The true ancestor of the blood family sniffed.

"reconcile."

Seeing that the expressions of the two were wrong, he took the initiative to hold the true ancestor of the blood race with his left hand and Roland with his right hand, trying to make their hands touch each other.

  Roland and the true ancestor of the blood race are struggling, but the **** of darkness is also a god, how can mortals resist her ‘power’.

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

  Whether it is the palm of the Underworld God or the hand of the true ancestor of the blood, it is very gentle and comfortable.

  It’s just that Roland didn’t feel anything. Instead, he looked at Hades coldly and said, “Ms. Sophie, the twisted melon is not sweet. The hatred between me and the true ancestor of the blood race is almost impossible to resolve.”

  Roland does not have multiple deep hatreds towards the true ancestor of the blood race.

  He just started from the human point of view and hated the true ancestor of the blood race.

  After all, in Roland’s view, the behavior of the blood race to raise humans is the same as human 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 real ancestor of the blood family looked at Roland's eyes, and more killing intent appeared.

  Although they fought for four days and nights, the two did not show their feelings.

  Pluto turned his head and looked 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 looked at Roland with fixed eyes: "We have given gifts to each other."

  Sent gifts to each other?

  Oh, underworld war scythe.

  He gave him a lot of druid souls.

  It turned out to be like this!

   Roland snorted in his heart, if he is really a friend, would he let himself and a female lunatic be here four times?

  Although I can't die, I have experienced a lot of pain.

  He still feels egg pain until now, and he doesn’t know if he will affect his sexual life after returning.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got. Without saying anything, he took the Poseidon War Scythe from the system backpack, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "Give it back to you, I dare not be friends with the gods. Ms. Sophie, friends are not That's it."

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

At this time, the real ancestor of the blood race burst into anger. She jumped up, trying to pounce on Roland and twist the latter's neck, but just halfway through the jump, she was gently returned to her by an invisible force. Chair.

  Naturally, Pluto took the action.

  But the true ancestor of the blood race flushed with anger. If she said that her previous opinion of Roland was only hatred, now she has more anger and disgust.

   "You dare to hurt the heart of a pure girl like this." The real ancestor of the blood race was so angry that his voice was trembling: "Do you know how difficult it is for Sophie to agree with a friend."

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

   Then he looked at the Underworld: "Ms. Sophie, can I leave now?"

  Sophie still looked at Roland with clear eyes like 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 else.

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  She has not spoken for a long time.

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

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

  After a while, Sophie waved her hand gently, and the invisible force spread to the surroundings.

  This 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 and disappeared.

  The blood stains also disappeared, and the grass became verdant again.

  Roland also felt that the magic power in his body had returned to flow again.

  He glanced at the Underworld and the true ancestor of the blood race, activated teleportation and left the underworld.

  With the presence of the Underworld, it is impossible for him to kill the true ancestor of the blood race, so he should leave first.

  When the transmitted blue light flashed and disappeared, Hades quietly looked at the horizontal scythe on the table. After a while, she gently wiped her eyes, her eyebrows drooping.

The real ancestor of the blood race gently patted the back of the goddess in distress, and said in a low voice: "Don't be sad, men are like this. If you don't understand women's thoughts, let's ignore him, okay?"

  Pluto shook his head: “I’m not good. He can look at our gods. I shouldn’t persecute him like this.”

   "He made you so angry, you still speak for him?" The true ancestor of the blood race got a toothache with anger.

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

  The sickle floated automatically, and then sank into the gap in space.

  Roland teleported back to Delbang City, breathing the fresh air of the main plane, finally feeling more comfortable.

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

  He was stunned, remembering that Shishen seemed to have added a special BUFF to him, didn’t she take it back?

  I entered the system interface, and it was so.

  Blessing of Pluto: You are implanted with subtle divine breath by Pluto, and you share a small part of the vitality with her. Your body can regenerate indefinitely. In theory, your lifespan has no end, unless Pluto takes the initiative to cut off your relationship with her, or there is a stronger enemy that cuts off the contact between the two of you.

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

  It is almost impossible to be second.

  But Roland's mood is a bit subtle, and he doesn't have the excitement of getting the ‘magic skill’.

   "I have said so hard, it doesn't take long before she will take back this ability."

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

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

   later found out that it was actually a war scythe of the **** of underworld.

  It actually followed.

  Roland glanced at this artifact coldly, and walked past it.

  Just didn't take a few steps, the sickle flew up on its own with a whistling sound, turning and flying towards Roland.

  Roland had already guarded against it, and immediately opened the magic shield when he saw it.

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

  He thought he had to ‘dead’ once, and Pluto became angry and wanted to kill.

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

  He touched his body without any scars, but the sickle was gone.

Where did you go?

  Suddenly, Roland's mind flashed brightly, and he lined up the system backpack, and found that the **** of war sickle was lying inside.

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

  Roland took out the Underworld War Scythe and threw it to the ground.

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

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

  After doing this several times, Roland gave up.

   "This Underworld God is quite persistent." Roland sighed long, and stopped throwing his sickle.

  In fact, Roland does not hate Pluto.

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

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

  Being escorted by a girl to do this and that, he was upset.

  We are not very familiar.

  Probably this is the idea.

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

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

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

"Sure enough, you have to build the floating city as soon as possible. On the main plane, the powerful source of magic power in the floating city can compete on the same level as the gods." Roland painted on the manuscript paper, thinking that he would strengthen next. Direction: "The upper limit of magic power will definitely continue to increase, but is it necessary to change the enhancement of magic research?"

  Roland was lost in thought.

  Prophecy magic, he has no ability to study to a higher level for the time being. The shaping spells have 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 shaping spells.

  Is it possible to study the change magic?

There are many interesting magics in the   change system, which may be of great help to build a floating city.

  That's it, go find someone from the Magic Tower of the Change Element and learn.