Cage and Andonara couldn't be blamed for changing their expressions, because they immediately thought of the things that were closely related to them.
Cage's father's whereabouts were unknown, and his wife died in childbirth.
Andonara's mother's mysterious death, on the other hand, was very suspicious.
Although Andonara's mother wasn't very strong, she was still a Warrior with vigorous vitality. It was too strange that she suddenly died of illness.
But if curses and magic were involved, anything was possible.
Seeing that they looked awful and even lost their will to fight, Roland realized that they might've been hit by the enemy's mental attack.
Mental attacks didn't necessarily cause insanity or coma.
Low morale and depressed mood were also a type of mental attack, especially in battle. Low morale and depressed mood would greatly affect a person's combat strength.
Roland immediately said, "Don't think about anything else. Let's deal with the enemy in front of us first."
Hearing Roland's words, Cage and Andonara immediately came back to themselves from their despair, and their expressions immediately changed.
In fact, it wasn't because they were weak in mental power or willpower, but because the wraith before them was very cunning. Cage and Andonara shouldn't have been hit by mental attacks so easily.
However, it tore apart their defenses with words and caused quite a bit of mental shock.
Hearing what Roland said, Cage and Andonara immediately realized what was going on. They looked at the weird wraith solemnly and gravely.
In such a state, it was almost impossible to launch a mental attack again.
Unless the two parties were really far apart in strength.
The wraith with horns, however, was infuriated. He hated Roland for being a busybody and slapped him. The sudden outburst was almost too fast for anyone to react.
But Andonara still reacted. She stood in front of Roland and stabbed her sword forward.
However, she was a pure physical professional and didn't have any energy attacks.
The enormous palm passed through Andonara's body and hit Roland's Magic Shield.
Roland was sent flying into the wall, and a huge dent appeared on the wall. However, because of the protection of the Magic Shield, Roland was only temporarily stunned. In fact, he was not hurt at all.
Andonara's face turned pale and she fell to her knees. She would've been lying on the ground if she hadn't been holding her longsword.
Right now, she only felt that her whole body was very cold, and her body did not have the slightest bit of strength.
Thanks to the high magic resistance of a Great Swordsman, Andonara didn't pass out. If it were a regular Warrior, they would've been killed on the spot.
"Diablo, go to hell again!"
At this moment, Cage charged from one side and slashed his longsword of blue flames. The furious flames seemed to have driven away the coldness around.
The specter was extremely wary of the blue flames. It weirdly retreated two meters, and Cage's attack missed.
Then, the Specter pointed at Andonara, and pale flames formed a mass of energy that charged at Andonara.
Cage turned around and slashed his sword, cutting the pale fireball into halves. Although the latter half of the fireball was gone, the former half still shot at Andonara.
Greatly shocked, Cage tried to stop it, but it was already too late.
The Specter put on a smile.
But exactly at this moment, the shield-wielding puppet that had been neglected suddenly moved and stood in front of Andonara.
The pale fireball hit the blue shield and exploded. The blue shield was instantly shattered into pieces that splashed everywhere. Then, it turned back into elemental magic power and disappeared in the air.
The pale fireball disappeared at the same time too.
Although the shield was broken, the shield-wielding puppet didn't disappear. Instead, it condensed a new shield in its hand.
It was just that its body had shrunk slightly.
Cage heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the specter not far away again.
At this moment, the Specter looked even more awful and infuriated.
Its "body" expanded again and floated forward. It put its hands together and smashed at Andonara's head.
Cage quickly stood in front of Andonara and raised his longsword, trying to block the Specter's attack with the blue flames.
At this moment, the Specter suddenly put on a hideous smile.
Its fists suddenly stopped in the middle of hammering. Then, a Soul Spike suddenly grew out of its abdomen and extended forward at an extremely fast speed.
It was a diversion!
Cage was cautious enough, but he hadn't been involved in a life-and-death battle for ten years, and his battle instincts had deteriorated.
Caught unprepared, he didn't react in time and was stabbed in the chest by the soul spike.
Although there was no bleeding or wound, Cage's face suddenly turned pale, and the blue flames on his longsword quickly disappeared. Then, he fell to the ground helplessly.
The soul spike was retracted, and the Specter laughed crazily.
Just as he was laughing proudly, a huge rainbow light suddenly shot over from the front, directly pasting on his face.
Then, the beam of light and its head perished at the same time, bursting out a cluster of colorful magic power.
Roland shook his head and walked forward slowly.
He had recovered from the dizziness just now. In the meantime, he realized his weakness again.
His reaction speed was too slow.
The biggest disadvantage of having a high Intelligence and Spirit was that his reaction speed was too slow.
It was true that his reaction speed was much faster than normal people's, but he couldn't resist the high agility of melee professionals or Rogues.
Just now, Andonara had reacted to the Specter's sudden attack, but he couldn't.
So … he was told that there was a level-three spell in the school of causality, Foresight. It seemed that he had to learn it and keep it with him.
Roland snapped his fingers as he walked, and two blue magic shield-holding puppets appeared in front of Cage and Andonara to protect them.
At the same time, Roland cast Minor Wound Healing. Cage and Andonara were enshrouded in white light. The paleness on their faces gradually faded, and their strength returned to their bodies.
At this moment, the Specter's head grew back, but its body seemed to have shrunk too.
Seeing that Roland was treating the two people, it roared and pointed at Roland, and pale magic light took shape at its fingertip.
But Roland certainly wouldn't allow it to attack him. Roland had suffered a setback just now. How could he suffer a second time?
As a matter of fact, Roland's spells had never stopped. From Prismatic Spray to the magic puppets to Healing, he had never stopped casting spells.
The gap in between was actually an illusion caused by the rapid circulation of magic power.
At least thirty blue bullets of light were generated around Roland and crashed into the Specter, leaving long afterimages behind.
Greatly shocked, the Specter retreated its finger, interrupted the spell, and flashed two meters to the side.
But Roland had foreseen this move. The magic bullets weren't a concentrated attack but scattered like a sandstorm.
Although it flashed away, the Specter still took four magic bullets head-on.
The magic bullets weren't very powerful individually, but there were a lot of them.
After being hit by the four magic bullets, the Specter stiffened like a living creature even though it had a body of energy. Then, Roland was ready to launch a second magic bullet.
This time, Roland reduced the range of the magic bullets, because he had seen that the Specter could only teleport two meters away.
So, he could only block the two-meter radius.
As he expected, the Specter flashed again, this time to the left. Because of the reduced range, the magic bullets were more concentrated, and the Specter took six bullets this time.
It bellowed in pain, shaking off some of the dirt on its head as it 'staggered' a few steps back like a normal creature. Then, its body began to shrink, and there were already several cracks on its black energy body.
"Damn it. Who are you exactly?" The specter glared at Roland. "An Elite Mage can't cast spells so fast, nor can they be so destructive."
It was well known that when a Mage was still weak, casting speed and magic damage couldn't coexist.
Actually, it was quite normal. Even someone as strong as Roland needed more than five seconds to turn a small fireball into a big one.
However, there were many things that had to be compared.
Roland cast spells faster than regular people, and under such circumstances, his spells were much more powerful than regular people's.
Roland didn't want to waste any more time on it. He gathered flames on his fingers. To deal with the wounded Specter, Roland only needed to gather a fireball for one second, and it would be powerful enough to kill it.
Seeing that the flames on Roland's fingers were getting bigger and stronger, the Specter was frightened for half a second. Then, it calmed down and stopped moving.
"Wait." Cage stood up. He had the power of a Hero inside him, which gave him some resistance to the Specter's evil energy. So, he recovered quickly. After he stood up, he said, "There's something I want to ask you."
Roland closed his hands and extinguished the fireball the size of a fist.
Very soon, Andonara stood up too. She seemed a little disappointed and even self-blaming.
"You're not Diablo," Cage said slowly while looking at the Specter.
After a brief daze, the Specter burst into laughter. "Who am I if not Diablo? Back then, your ancestor Kate … "
"You're not the real Diablo," Cage said confidently. Cage said confidently, "Diablo is a Demon King. His soul can't be so weak that a Mage can defeat you. The real Diablo is a Demon King. His soul can't be so weak no matter how weak he is."
After a brief silence, the Specter smiled. "You guessed right. I'm not the real Diablo. I'm just a piece of his soul the size of a fingernail."
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