At this stage, the intelligent golem was almost invincible.
Wherever it went, no one could stop it.
It didn't even need to use magic. It just walked in, trampling to death hundreds of players along the way who couldn't escape in time, or who took the initiative to attack, so they couldn't dodge.
And the more than two hundred spatial spells that followed the golem and were responsible for tactical support, offensive, and last hits ruthlessly harvested the lives around them.
With fire in their eyes, they almost did their best to grind the players to ashes.
So hateful!
In the evening, no matter how delicious the food they ate, it tasted like sh * t in their mouths.
As the best of the best, when had they ever suffered such a loss?!
It was a great shame and humiliation.
Therefore, this group of people used all their strength, and whenever they saw a Golden Son, they would throw an instant-cast spell at him.
Suddenly attacked, the players were temporarily in chaos, which made it easier and fiercer for the Spatial Magic Tower to attack.
It didn't take long for the Spatial Magic Tower to break through the entire encampment.
The intelligent golem punched a big hole in the wall on the other side.
Pylos sneaked into the team of more than two hundred Mages, and he was dressed quite inconspicuously, similar to what the other Magic Towers wore.
If the intelligent golem was responsible for the main attack, then he was the one in charge of controlling the field.
Whenever a player gathered and tried to regroup, he would smash them with an AOE spell.
Killing a group of people.
Directly ruining the players' counterattack plan.
In this way, the intelligent golem led more than two hundred Mages on a rampage in the encampment, killing everyone on sight.
The players couldn't mount any threatening counterattack at all.
But none of the players retreated. After charging up and being killed, they were resurrected at a simple resurrection point outside the city. Instead of rushing to move again, they began to quietly gather.
The chairmen of the major guilds had been resurrected here.
Wright of Fatter Cat said gloomily, "Roland said that someone might sneak up on us, but we didn't care."
He was actually very restrained in saying that. He used the word "we" instead of a specific guild responsible for tonight's patrol mission.
"It doesn't matter if we care. We can't stop the intelligent golem and the Legendary Mages."
"But as long as we pay attention and expand the patrol range, at least it won't be so tragic." Wright's expression was rather gloomy. "Now I reckon all the players will be killed."
The chairmen were silent.
Although they could be resurrected, no one wanted to die. The EXP loss from each death was too much.
Not everyone was Roland.
They could get epic quests from time to time and earn a lot of EXP.
A guild chairman smiled and said, "The intelligent golem is a dead thing after all, and the core power of the Spatial Magic Tower is people. A guild chairman smiled and said, "The intelligent golem is an inanimate object after all, and the core power of the Spatial Magic Tower is people. Let's gather first and charge forward later. Ignore the intelligent golems and just kill them. We have more than 5,000 people. As long as 20 of us can kill one, we'll be making a huge profit. "
Hearing this, the players who were gathering immediately snickered.
The large amount of EXP that he had lost from dying was immediately forgotten.
They forgot about losing EXP after death.
On the other side, Roland was quite speechless as he was trapped in the boundary of the prison.
The barrier had been thickened more than thirty times. It was unimaginably thick. Roland estimated that the outer layer of light alone was more than half a meter thick.
It was impossible to break it with magic, even if Roland used his own blue fireball.
He tried to leave through the ground.
After digging three feet into the ground, he found that the barrier was round, and about half of it was buried deep in the mud.
No wonder it was called Turn the Enemy into a Prison.
It was a solid prison cell.
How could he get out?
It wouldn't be a problem to die. He should be able to jump out of the barrier.
But the problem was that Roland had self-destructed not long ago and lost a lot of EXP.
If he committed suicide now, it would be a big loss.
His level would be greatly affected, and he might drop to level 10.
So Roland cherished his life now. This wasn't a good choice.
"I can't use spatial magic either." Roland was trying various ways to escape.
He thought of many plans, but he shook his head helplessly. None of them worked.
After all, Prison was a level-five spell. It wasn't easy to find a weakness.
Roland slowly circled the barrier with his hands behind his back. He wasn't in a hurry. It was the players who were attacked, not the werecats.
Then it didn't matter much.
After all, the players could be resurrected. They just lost some EXP or equipment.
It wasn't a big deal or an emergency.
As Roland circled, he suddenly found that the innermost layer of the barrier seemed to be a little unstable.
His eyes lit up, and he immediately stuck to it.
Magic was unstable, usually because the spellcaster wasn't familiar with the spell, and there were some minor flaws in the nodes during the casting.
For example, some nodes had too much or too little magic power.
The spell could still take shape, but there would be fluctuations, and the intensity would be erratic.
This was also a common problem that most low-level Mages would make.
Logically speaking, such a situation shouldn't happen to a Legendary profession.
But the problem was … they were using magic scrolls.
To "seal" a level-five spell into magic paper, the magic control skills and scroll-making skills required were not at a level that ordinary people could achieve.
Even the most powerful person couldn't guarantee that they would never make mistakes in high-precision work.
Even if there were no major mistakes, there were bound to be some minor ones.
As for the innermost scroll, it was the one that had made a small mistake.
The two Legendary Mages were in a hurry to "seal" Roland and didn't carefully check if the first scroll was cast perfectly.
This gave Roland a chance.
A level-five spell, a perfect spell, was almost impossible to analyze with Roland's current strength.
It was also impossible to invade it.
But unstable magic was like a big house with a fist-sized hole in the door and window.
Although people still couldn't crawl in and "live," they could see what was in the house from this hole.
He sank his mind into this unstable barrier spell.
Then a dense array of magic nodes unfolded in his mental world.
Like a sky full of stars.
Roland's mind swept over these stars, confirming each one's effect in the spell, their role, and their alignment.
Soon, three rather dim 'stars' were reflected in his eyes.
He smiled slightly, wrapped his mental power around these three "dark stars," invaded them, and used his own experience and the large database of magic nodes he had built to compare the role of these three "dark stars," as well as their array order in the barrier.
If it was just a one-way experience, Roland might not have been able to find the role of these three dark stars so quickly.
But after substituting their coordinates, effects, and other data into Roland's large magic database.
In less than half an hour, Roland had almost cracked this Prison Delimitation spell.
Some of the remaining nodes seemed to be "redundant" that didn't seem to be of much use, belonging to garbage data that didn't matter if it was there or not.
After cracking this Prison Delimitation spell, Roland could be said to have "learned" this spell.
But he still couldn't use it.
Casting a level-five spell required a huge amount of mental power, which wasn't something he could use at his current level.
It was just that destroying was far easier than creating.
Roland couldn't cast this level-five spell, but it wasn't hard to destroy it now.
His mental power found a few relatively weak nodes in this spell and directly cut off their magic flow.
Several of the 'stars' dimmed, and the magic power that connected them in all directions was cut off.
Then, like dominoes falling, a large number of stars lost their light.
Half a second later, the initial barrier clattered and shattered into pieces.
The barrier was just that little bit thinner.
At this moment, the two spatial Legendary Mages who were outside controlling the barrier looked stunned.
They were strong and were well aware of the subtle changes in magic power.
The first barrier was gone?
The magic scrolls they made could last for at least three hours, and even the less stable ones could last for more than an hour.
It had only been ten minutes, and it was gone?
Was the quality of the scrolls poor, or was Roland playing tricks?
Just as he was thinking about this, another barrier shattered.
And the speed at which the barrier broke was getting faster and faster.
There was some horror in the two's eyes, and after looking at each other, they immediately continued to add more barriers to Roland with great tacit understanding.
Then it was the same old saying.
The speed of creation was never faster than the speed of destruction.
The more Roland dismantled, the more skilled he became, and the faster the barrier disappeared.
At first, the two of them were clearly faster at casting the barrier than Roland was dismantling it. After all, there were two of them.
But now, the speed at which Roland dismantled the barrier was much faster than they were.
After only a few minutes, there were only five layers left of the barrier.
At this time, the visibility of the outer layer of the barrier became higher again. Through the hazy barrier, Roland looked at the two of them with a slightly mischievous smile on his face.
The two Legends felt very humiliated and annoyed.
They were very upset to be looked at like this by a Master-level Mage, and with a condescending expression at that.
It was just that when they thought of Roland's nearly immortal Elemental Embodiment, both of them were quite fearful.
They continued to cast the barrier, but unfortunately, Roland was destroying it faster.
After another thirty seconds, there were only two layers left of the barrier.
"Run." Greene took the initiative to stand in front. "I'll cover your back."
"Why run? He's just a Master, and we two Legends can win."
Just as this Legend spoke, Roland used his mental power to break the last barrier.
Greene's chest was a little tight. Even for a Legend, the mental pressure on one's mind was great when their spells were repeatedly forcibly broken.
He took a step back, trying to calm his mind before dealing with Roland.
However, as soon as Roland came out, he shot two Prismatic Sprays at the two of them.
Roland was already quite familiar with double-casting.
Although Prismatic Sprays weren't of a high level, they were quite powerful, and their only weakness was that their ballistic speed wasn't fast.
But the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, and this distance was covered in the blink of an eye for Prismatic Sprays.
As a result, the two Legends didn't react in time and each used their Magic Shields to take a shot of Prismatic Sprays.
Roland had recently made improvements to this spell.
He added the ability to sense explosions.
It also increased the power.
Although they didn't hit each other, the two Legendary spells flew backward from the colorful magic explosion.
Among them, Greene looked at Roland, his face white and black. He shouted in a cold tone, "Roland, this isn't over. I'll come for you, very soon. "
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