Roland looked at Nia, who was flying at supersonic speed, in surprise.
Nia, on the other hand, looked at Roland with even more surprise.
Her eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something extremely strange.
Both sides froze for a moment, and then Nia gradually leaned over.
Then Roland noticed that something was wrong.
She also had a pale green magic shield around her, and her wings were protected by the green shield.
In other words … although her wings were flapping, they weren't providing any aerodynamic thrust at all.
Instead, she was using a very unscientific, magic thrust.
If he could understand the principle, would he be able to use this more convenient and smoother way of flying without using spatial bubbles?
Just as Roland's imagination was running wild, Nia made a few gestures at him.
These gestures were easy to understand, and Roland immediately understood what the other party meant.
"I'll go stop him, you hold the line from behind!"
You can go any faster?
Roland was taken aback, then nodded.
After getting Roland's reply, Nia's wings flapped a little faster.
Then her speed increased dramatically, at least nearly one-fifth faster than before.
In a short while, she left Roland behind and soon reached the back of the black spot.
Roland thought for a moment and turned on the system's video recording function.
After all, a Demigod angel's battle should be the second time in the game, so it wouldn't hurt to record it and show it to other players.
Just as Roland turned on the video recording system, a green light suddenly lit up ahead.
Then, like an asteroid exploding, a disc of light appeared.
The light was extremely dazzling.
Roland opened his mouth wide, and before he could react, he saw an exaggerated torrent of green magic coming at him.
He subconsciously increased the supply of Magic Shield, which was already as hard as about three centimeters of finely forged steel, but the entire shield still shattered the moment it came into contact with the torrent of magic. Roland's entire body was swept back hundreds of meters by the torrent.
But fortunately, the real damage had been blocked by the Magic Shield when the torrent of magic first came into contact with Roland, and now he was just wrapped in the torrent and sent flying backward.
When he fell into the torrent, he felt that he was surrounded by green magic power in every direction.
This magic power was quite warm and seemed to have a sweet smell.
Magic power was like a person!
What kind of personality you had, the magic power would show what kind of substance.
In other words, Nia was sweet?
Well … Roland suddenly realized what he was thinking. Why don't I try to attract the green magic power instead of this thing?
After all, it was created by a Demigod. It should be very interesting.
Generally speaking, the mana created by others would leave behind a clear personal mark in a short period of time. Rashly absorbing it would cause a great deal of mental discomfort.
It was like a person with type A blood transfusion into the blood vessels of a person with type B blood. If things went wrong, the person might die.
However, it was still the same old saying. Putting aside the dosage, talking about toxicity was a hooligan.
It wouldn't be a problem if it was just a little bit.
Roland remained calm even though he was tumbling in the torrent of magic power.
He released his spirit slightly and captured a little bit of magic power, then dragged it into his body and wrapped it with his spirit power to digest it.
Many broken scenes flickered before his eyes, but they were too fragmented, like countless broken pieces of glass.
Moreover, there was no connection between the memory fragments, so it was impossible to piece them together, so there was no way to know what the other party's memories were.
Of course, Roland's goal wasn't memory.
He just wanted to experience what demigod-level magic power felt like.
What kind of experience could he get from it!
Then at this moment, a delicate shout suddenly sounded in his ears. "Don't lick around, you're affecting my performance!"
Huh?
Roland looked around and didn't find anyone around.
Then he felt that the shout was quite familiar, and it seemed to be Nia's voice.
At this point, he had flown backward hundreds of meters, and the green magic power around him had gradually disappeared.
Roland saw a green light and a gray light entangled in the distance, charging at each other, and at the moment of collision, there would be a flash of light.
Half green, half gray.
These two different lights were the embers produced by the collision of the magic power of the two sides.
Just floating in the air, he could feel the strong magic radiation near the center of the battle ahead.
Roland felt that if he rashly barged in, he wouldn't even need to be attacked. After three flashes of light, he would have to go to the Church of Life to resurrect.
A demigod-level battle was so terrifying!
Roland took a deep breath. It turned out that the black shadow was also demigod-level. Fortunately, Nia had followed, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him and Schuck to deal with the black shadow alone.
However, the black shadow didn't dare to mess around near the Holy Realm.
After all, it was a place watched by the Goddess of Light, and in a real fight, the light would suppress the darkness. Plus, there were at least half a million fanatical believers, thousands of Master Priests, a dozen Legendary archbishops, and a dozen Saint Samurai. Even a demigod wouldn't fare well in the face of such a terrifying human wave tactic.
Besides, the Goddess of Light might descend.
If his identity was exposed, he would be a fool not to run.
At this moment, the battle ahead was rumbling.
There was no magic, and both sides were fighting with magic at close range, competing with the most basic magic elemental instinctive attacks.
Roland was depressed at this moment. Nia had asked him to hold the rear, but how could he participate in the attack in this situation?
The speed of these two people was unbelievably fast, and their strength was also unbelievably high.
Not to mention locking onto them, Roland couldn't even get close.
What couldn't he do?
Roland floated in midair, his hands tucked in his sleeves, his brain working rapidly, constantly coming up with one plan after another, and then killing them one by one.
After thinking for more than ten minutes, he couldn't come up with a suitable one.
The battle ahead was still fierce.
Roland continued to wait.
At this point, he already vaguely knew what Nia was thinking.
Exhaustion.
A Demigod was not a god after all, and he would also get tired.
Would that be his chance to make a move?
Roland continued to wait.
Patience was a virtue and a basic quality for a hunter.
After half an hour, Roland watched the green dots and the gray dots collide back and forth. The air was still rumbling, and every time they collided, there was still half the sky filled with green and gray light.
But Roland had already sensed that the momentum between them wasn't as strong as it was at the beginning.
After another half an hour, the speed at which they collided slowed down, and the inertial distance after the collision was a lot shorter.
They were starting to get tired.
Roland began to approach slowly.
Another half an hour passed.
When the two dots of light collided, the magic light produced was already quite weak.
Their flying speed had dropped significantly, even beyond the level of supersonic speed.
It was probably about the level of an ordinary hawk.
It should be now.
Roland took a deep breath.
Using Human Cannonball with all his strength, he charged straight at the two dots of light at a speed of nearly 1.5 times the speed of sound.
This flying speed was so fast that the Magic Shield on Roland's body seemed to be wrinkled like the surface of a lake by wind resistance.
The distance of hundreds of meters was covered in about two seconds.
The black shadow was right in front of him, and Roland swept out a long flaming miaodao with magic power.
It drew a wide, long, bright red light in the air, like light, and passed by the two birdmen.
Half a second later, the rumbling sound of a sonic boom brushed past the two of them.
Nia, holding a green lightsaber and a small platinum round shield, flew back a few meters in this sonic boom.
And the black shadow was motionless, and half a second later, his body broke in two.
His body from the waist down fell straight down, but his upper body was still flapping his wings. He withdrew the dark elements on his body, revealing a rather handsome face.
And a head of dazzling blond hair.
"Sister Nia, you win this time, but it won't be so easy next time."
The man smiled sinisterly, then closed his eyes and fell to the ground with his upper body.
But in midair, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.
Nia floated quietly for a while, a tear falling from the corner of her left eye, then she flapped her wings and flew diagonally and low.
She soon found Roland on the grassland.
At this time, Roland was sitting on the ground, healing himself.
His arms were gone, and both sides of his shoulder blades were exposed.
The lower half of his robe was soaked black with his own blood.
Because he only felt one-tenth of the pain, Roland didn't feel too uncomfortable, but his face was still pale.
The black birdman's body was too hard, and Roland cut at a high speed. Although he succeeded in cutting the other party in two, the powerful recoil actually traveled back along the flaming miaodao and directly shook Roland's hands into pieces.
Nia landed on Roland and pointed at him lightly.
Two green balls of light directly blocked Roland's left and right shoulders, and in a short time, a large amount of flesh sprouted, and his limbs grew and recovered at an extremely fast rate.
"Good job." Nia approached Roland, smiling quite happily. "I knew you could seize the opportunity to kill him."
Roland looked up at Nia.
He found that she was sweating all over, her hair sticking to her cheeks, and then the tight-fitting white robe she was wearing was also soaked in sweat and clung tightly to her body.
Roland glanced from top to bottom, which took him less than 0.3 seconds, and then he subconsciously turned on the video system and took a few photos in a row.
Nia wasn't wearing anything underneath.
The close-fitting clothes faithfully outlined her figure.
Two extremely elastic balls of flesh were clearly visible, and even the color of the flesh could be seen.
Well … since there were already photos, there was no need to be too blatant. Roland subconsciously looked away and didn't look anymore.
A Demigod's senses were very keen, and one more look might make her feel disgusted.
"Pan En's clone has been destroyed, and if he wants to appear in the main plane again, it will take him at least ten years to recast his clone." Nia crouched down and placed the bright golden shield in her left hand in front of Roland. "I don't have anything good on me to reward you right now, so I'll give you this small shield. It can be useful for Mages too."
Roland raised his eyes and stared into Nia's big beautiful eyes. "Are you going back to the divine realm next?"
"Of course." Nia smiled embarrassedly. "I've been sneaking down for more than a year, and the goddess is already a little angry. By the way … do you want me to help you get rid of the scent of the Goddess of Magic? Otherwise, when our goddess pulls you up to the divine realm one day and finds the scent of another woman on you, she'll be furious. "
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