Once again, Greene felt the horror of an Elemental Lord.
As long as they were still in their own domains, they could almost infinitely reassemble and resurrect.
If he wanted to kill them, he would have to destroy the domain.
Looking at Roland, whose water elemental body had become solid again in the large pit, the four Legendary Mages all had the intention to retreat.
Roland pulled out his ice longsword again and pointed it at the Legendary Mage floating in the air.
This arrogant look … made the four Legendary Mages feel suffocated, but there was nothing they could do.
How were they supposed to kill this guy if he couldn't even die from being smashed in the head by a meteor?
Although they were now very envious of his method of elementalization and also wanted to force the magic beacon of the Golden Sons' plane from his mouth, if that didn't work, they could capture him and reverse deduce the approximate location of the Golden Sons' plane based on the strong spatial aura on him.
It should have gone smoothly.
After all, the other party was just a Master-level evocation Mage with some spatial talent.
But they had no idea that Roland was this strong.
Five Legendary Mages besieged him and were helpless.
Of course, this also had something to do with the fact that spatial Mages didn't have much combat power.
After all, spatial Mages also had the title of Traveling Mage.
Although the four of them had the intention to retreat, they wouldn't be able to keep their faces if they really left like this.
If someone asked when they got back … did the four of you take down Roland?
How would they answer?
Say that they were beaten by a Master-level young man and scurried away?
But the problem was that elementalization was really disgusting, and they couldn't be killed or hurt.
And while they were hesitating, a powerful spatial force suddenly and forcibly descended.
The Dimensional Anchor spell that enveloped the area was forcibly torn apart.
The Legendary Mage who had cast the Dimensional Anchor spell earlier seemed to have been hit in the head with a heavy hammer, but fortunately, his mental power was strong and he wasn't hurt.
Then a Mage, also dressed in a gray robe, suddenly appeared among the four of them.
This was also an old Mage, but compared to the other four Legendary Mages, his temperament was more composed, but also had a strong sense of oppression.
If one had to describe it, it was the difference between an ordinary lion and a lion king.
People were different from each other, and so were Legendary Mages.
And seeing him, the expressions of the four Legendary Mages, who had just had the intention of retreating, suddenly became determined, as if they had found their backbone.
The new Legendary Mage looked around and asked, "Where's Barnard?"
The timid Green pointed at the ice wall that was more than ten meters long. "Great Elder, it's over there. I reckon it's a disaster."
"Bullshit." There was anger in the Great Elder's blue eyes. "Barnard is a minor in defensive magic. He won't die so easily."
Then his gaze fell on Roland, looking at the elemental iceman who was carrying an ice blade, and he chuckled. "I was wondering why you guys didn't come back for so long. I thought something big had happened to you. Such a small thing left you four Legends helpless? If word of this gets out, what will others think of the Spatial Magic Tower? Wouldn't Alfred of the Red Magic Tower die of laughter? "
The four of them were scolded until they lost all face.
Glenn muttered in a low voice, "But the opponent can elementalize. How can he fight against such a thing in the domain?"
"That's because you're not strong enough." The Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower sneered. "Watch me and learn."
Then he turned and pointed at Roland, his expression condescending but indifferent. "Mage's Disjunction!"
Roland was on the ground, looking at the enemy with one more person, and was thinking about tactics for the future.
After all, with more enemies, the battle plan had to be changed.
But he didn't expect the other party to turn around and point at him after a few words with his other four companions in the air.
Hmm?
No magic fluctuations?
While Roland was wondering this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which then became swollen.
It was as if someone had stuffed an iron ball in his head.
He couldn't feel any magic fluctuations.
This was very unusual. Even when controlled by a Spell Breaker with a special ability, he could still feel the magic elements and fluctuations around him, but he couldn't cast spells for the time being.
And now, he couldn't feel any magic elements at all.
Then there was a sharp pain in his body, and he felt something wrong with his body. He looked down and saw that his body of ice had cracked, and at the same time, all the cracked parts were vaporizing into basic elemental particles and disappearing.
The process was quite fast, and in just the blink of an eye, it was completely gone.
The huge iceman was gone, and even a large round "bald spot" appeared in the domain of ice. The thick layer of ice disappeared, and the sand was revealed again.
In fact, it wasn't just the ice elements, but all the magic elemental particles in this area had disappeared, not a single one left.
Exiting from the state of Elemental Embodiment, Roland was forced back into human form and vomited blood at the same time.
At this time, his whole body was bare, and all the magic equipment he had made had disappeared, not even dregs left.
Feeling the magic desert around him, Roland's brain frantically read the knowledge he had memorized in the past.
A spell that perfectly matched the situation popped up.
Mage's Disjunction!
It wasn't the strongest spell, but it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was the most disgusting spell.
It could destroy all magic equipment below divine level, and there was even a small chance of destroying divine level artifacts.
It was the nightmare of all Mages, and anyone who dared to wear magic equipment would have to flee when they encountered this spell.
It even had the special effect of clearing all magic elements within a certain range for a short time.
It could be said that when encountering someone who had mastered Mage's Disjunction, no one would want to be an enemy of this person if they weren't much stronger than the other.
"Haha, even the clothes are gone."
"But the cost is still quite big, and it should be worth a lot of money selling it to the drows."
"It would be too much of a loss to sell it to the drows. His body contains the aura of space, and don't forget our original plan."
"I'm just saying."
These words were actually said deliberately for Roland to hear, to break his will.
But Roland was unmoved. He took out an ordinary robe from his Backpack and put it on himself.
Then he looked up at the Legendary Mage above.
As Roland returned to human form, the surrounding domain of ice was gradually shrinking.
At this moment, the long spiky ice wall suddenly broke, and a man with a blue Magic Shield jumped out of it.
It was Barnard.
These people were quite surprised to see Barnard.
"That's great, Barnard, you're okay."
"Of course I'm okay. What can I say about someone who specializes in defense?" Barnard flew up and then looked at Roland with an angry expression. "But this kid was really ruthless. Although that slash didn't hurt me, it shook my soul, and I couldn't mobilize magic power for a short time, which is why I'm trapped inside."
Then he looked at Roland and chuckled. "Kid, you're pretty good. Come with us obediently, and if you're willing to sincerely pledge allegiance to us and contribute the spatial coordinates of your hometown, with your spatial talent and the ability to elementalize, you can definitely become a member of our Magic Tower."
Of course, Roland wouldn't believe him.
If he dared to reveal the information that the other party wanted to know, he would definitely be trapped in the Spatial Magic Tower.
They were certainly aware that the Golden Sons could be resurrected, so they were most likely imprisoning him in a special way for his entire life.
If not for the soul being protected by the laws of the game, it was likely that even his soul would have been obliterated.
Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Barnard didn't think much of it. He just chuckled, a little more viciousness in his eyes.
The Great Elder leaned over to look at Roland and said, "Roland, come with us obediently, there's no need to resist. There are many things that the weak don't have the right to decide. You're very good, and if you grow up, you can also become strong. Even if you Golden Sons have special laws to protect your soul, we have at least ten ways to keep you from being found by the world and forever isolated from the physical world. "
When Roland heard this, the corners of his mouth pursed, very much like a sneer.
"Does your Spatial Magic Tower believe in the law of the jungle?" Roland asked rhetorically.
The Great Elder nodded. "Isn't that natural? Isn't your Red Magic Tower like this? "
"Maybe." Roland smiled. "The law of the jungle is indeed the truth of the world, but you have to at least cover it up a little. After all, you're a big organization known to the world, so how can you not have a bright image on the surface?"
"I've heard that you Golden Sons don't really believe in this." The Great Elder nodded and said, "Your immortality is rumored to be a gift from the Goddess of Life. But I think there's a limit to such a gift. After all, even a god can't infinitely resurrect a large number of creatures, in that case, there would be no death in this world. So … your immortality is most likely related to something in your plane. "
They probably thought that Roland was already a turtle in a pond and couldn't possibly escape … How could he escape when five Legendary Mages surrounded him, and one of them knew Mage's Disjunction?
So the Great Elder felt that he could reveal his intentions.
"So you've captured me just to know how to live forever?" Roland understood, but he had a new question. "But why me? There are a lot of Golden Sons."
"Because among the Golden Sons, you're the only one who knows spatial magic," the Great Elder said matter-of-factly. "Only you can set up coordinates over there."
Roland raised his middle finger. He was now more and more convinced that this was a real world.
This was a universal gesture for humans in all the planes of the universe, and the Great Elder immediately understood what it meant.
"It seems that you're stubborn …" The Great Elder was about to attack.
But Roland was one step faster. He snapped his fingers and Dimensional Anchor was instantly cast.
The Magic Desolation caused by Mage's Disjunction had a time limit, and now the surrounding magic elements were flowing back.
Looking at the transparent chains stabbing out of the void, the Great Elder snorted. "A deathbed struggle."
His mental power abruptly erupted, covering the sky and covering the earth, and in less than two seconds, he forcibly broke through the Dimensional Anchor.
"I advise you to …"
The Great Elder's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, he, who had been calm and composed, showed exasperation.
Because at this time, Roland had teleported to Oepmop's side and was holding Oepmop in a death grip with both hands.
Although there was a Magic Shield between the two, Roland still "held" the man.
Roland's use of Dimensional Anchor just now wasn't meant to limit the spatial mobility of these Legendary Mages.
That was just a feint.
He guessed that if he wanted to control Oepmop, he would have to teleport over, but with the abilities of several spatial Legendary Mages on the other side, they would definitely feel it when he wanted to teleport.
This Great Elder, in particular, was clearly a lot stronger than the other Legends.
So he had to hide his true intentions.
And Dimensional Anchor was the best choice.
There wasn't a single spatial Mage who didn't hate Dimensional Anchor, including Roland himself.
Within the range of the Dimensional Anchor, if one wanted to use mental power to break through this spell, they would definitely have to concentrate, and Roland would immediately teleport the moment the other party broke through the Dimensional Anchor, taking advantage of the time difference of "concentration," which would make it very unlikely that he would be intercepted.
Sure enough, his plan worked.
"Little brat who only knows how to play petty tricks …" The Great Elder took a deep breath, not letting his anger control his emotions. "You'll die a horrible death, I promise."
Holding Oepmop, Roland smiled at the Great Elder. "No need to trouble you, I'll die myself."
Hmm!
The six Legendary Mages froze at the same time.
Then they immediately understood what this meant.
Oepmop, in particular, turned even paler. With his current magic power, it was completely impossible to support a Magic Shield against a Mage's self-detonation suicide.
He wanted to teleport, but it was too late.
As soon as he finished speaking, Roland's body turned into a fire elemental, still a blue flame, and it expanded rapidly.
"Mage's Disjunction!" The Great Elder of the Spatial Tower pointed at Roland again, his expression urgent.
Bam!
Roland exploded.
The scorching blue flames engulfed Oepmop in an instant.
At this point, the effects of Mage's Disjunction took effect.
The blue flames had just enveloped Oepmop when they suddenly disappeared.
Roland's fire elemental form had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a black, humanoid substance lying on the ground.
Not long after, Roland's soul appeared beside Oepmop.
Players' souls were invisible to the average person, but the five from the Monochrome Magic Tower, all Legends, could see Roland's soul.
Roland also noticed this, and he raised his hand and waved at them.
Bernard was furious and used a Soul Bind spell on Roland, but it had no effect at all.
Roland waved his hand with a provocative smile, and then his soul slowly became transparent and disappeared.
The Great Elder's face was as dark as ink.
Greene landed from the air and kicked Oepmop on the ground. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Charcoal, hopeless."
"Where's Oepmop's soul?" Bernard also landed.
"Probably pulled to the Wall of the Faithless." Greene's tone grew deeper.
They were all silent at the same time.
Most of them Mages were non-believers, and if they hadn't been transformed into Liches and hadn't made phylacteries, once they died, it was easy for the Nether God to pull them to the Wall of the Faithless and hang them there.
Hang them for thousands or tens of thousands of years.
Ordinary non-believers had low soul strength and would only suffer for a few decades before being relieved.
Their souls were strong and would keep screaming for thousands of years, which was sad to think about.
"I wonder if it's too late to start believing in the Goddess of Magic now!" Greene muttered in a low voice.
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