"It's too late."
Pylos looked at the layers of Golden Sons standing outside the walls of the encampment.
Greene was silent.
They were surprised. When did these people finish assembling?!
And at such a close distance, it didn't attract their attention at all.
It was well known that the more people there were, the noisier it was.
The assembly of several thousand people was extremely noisy.
But the Golden Sons were doing it in a strangely silent state.
If they had caught the Golden Sons off guard before, then now they were the ones being surprised by the Golden Sons.
The situation was completely reversed.
"Greene, how much magic energy is left in the golems?"
"Two more hours at most," Greene said slowly. "The Golden Sons' resistance is completely beyond our imagination."
That's over.
All around him were pairs of eyes that were either smiling or mocking.
Pylos glanced around. He felt rather uncomfortable, like a sideshow lion being watched.
He took a slight breath and let the cold desert air infect his lungs, which would make him feel more awake. "Greene, I have an idea. Let's surrender."
"Are you kidding me?" Greene jerked his head to look at Pylos with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Pylos rubbed his forehead uncomfortably. "I'm serious. Surrender and save more seeds and fertilizer for our Spatial Magic Tower. This way, at least our knowledge can be passed down."
Greene snorted. "Pylos, I can pretend I didn't hear that … Do you still have the dignity and glory of a Legendary Mage?"
"Not anymore." Pylos shook his head and said in a rather frustrated tone, "When we brought the golems to ambush a group of people whose average strength was below the Master level, it meant that we had lost our dignity. Even earlier, when we five Legends surrounded Roland and couldn't take him down, our glory was gone."
Greene was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Then I order you as the acting Great Elder not to surrender." Greene snorted, his expression rather dissatisfied.
A trace of pain flashed through his eyes. Pylos took two steps back and stared into Greene's eyes. "Then from now on, I will betray the Spatial Magic Tower."
"What did you say?!"
Greene's face was full of shock.
He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
Pylos was actually going to betray the Spatial Magic Tower.
The person who claimed to be the most loyal to the Magic Tower actually said that he wanted to leave. How ridiculous.
"I'm leaving. I'll leave some seeds for the Spatial Magic Tower." The magic staff in Pylos' hand was already glimmering. "As a friend, I have to remind you, Grimm … The position of Great Elder is not that easy to sit on. It represents responsibility. You have a rather cowardly personality. It's fine in peacetime, but in times of war, you're not suitable to be the Great Elder. "
After that, Pylos teleported away from the base.
The players were stunned for a moment as they watched a Legendary Mage flee. Then, many of them beat their chests and stamped their feet in frustration.
"Damn, I let a Legend escape. That's all points and experience!"
"Coward Mage, he actually ran away. He's clearly so many levels higher than us."
Although the players were furious, they were very good at learning from their mistakes and immediately threw out many Dimensional Anchor scrolls.
The layers of Dimensional Anchor magic were much thicker than the thirty or so 'Prison of the Ground'.
Even a Legendary-mage would not be able to use their mental strength to break free from so many magic scrolls.
The remaining Grimm, the Golem, and the other Legendary Sorcerer were all trapped here, preventing them from using spatial magic.
"How dare you take the initiative to lock us up!"
Grimm was mad with anger. He had indeed been a coward before, but now that the Spatial Magic Tower was at a critical juncture, how could he continue to be a coward?
The Spatial Magic Tower was his home.
Even a coward would find endless courage when it came to protecting his own home.
He waved his magic wand forward. "Everyone, attack the east and break out of the encirclement."
The intelligent golem took the lead and strode out.
It didn't like to use magic now, so it just stomped on the ground or swept the Golden Sons with large heavy weapons.
As a gigantic adamantine golem, its every move consumed a huge amount of energy.
So now it tried not to use magic as much as possible, and instead used physical attacks to attack the enemy.
After kicking away some of the Golden Sons in front of it, the golem soon realized that something was wrong.
The tide-like Golden Sons bypassed it and ignored its attacks, instead pouncing directly behind it.
Damn it, the target of their attacks is not me, but the Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower.
"Continuous Fireball!"
Grimm, who was hiding in the group of Mages, immediately used a group attack spell.
With such a spell, as long as the other side gathered together, it should be able to kill more than a hundred people at a time.
But the problem was that Grimm and another Legendary Mage had consumed a lot of energy sealing Roland just now, and now only four consecutive Fireballs were released.
It must be noted that at his peak, Grimm could release more than ten fireballs at a time.
The four Fireballs exploded in the tide of Golden Sons.
After a tumble, about fifty people were attacked. Most of them died and were reborn, and only a small number of Golden Sons continued to charge forward with their injured bodies.
Then the seemingly endless Golden Sons and the Mages clashed in close quarters.
"Continuous Fireball!"
"Bone Prison!"
"Group Protection!"
Grimm tried to save as many Mages as possible and as many students as possible.
But his power was limited in the end.
The Golden Sons pounced on the Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower, and soon the two sides were engaged in close quarters.
Soon the Mages were forced to retreat, and someone had already cut off the heads of the official Mages of the Mages.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the Spatial Magic Tower's formation was slowly retreating.
At this time, Grimm didn't dare to use group spells for fear of accidentally hurting his own people.
But a Legendary Mage who only used single-target spells was no different from an ordinary Mage!
Even if he could kill a Golden Son with one spell, he could only kill sixty players in a minute if he used one spell every second. It would take him at least eighty minutes to kill nearly five thousand Golden Sons.
And that was taking into account that his mental power was almost infinite and he didn't need to recover his magic.
Right now, he wasn't even as efficient as the three-part magic shooting of nine official Mages.
After a hundred melee Golden Sons were killed by the Spatial Magic Tower's barrage, they were finally forced to engage in close combat.
So the Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower encountered the most dramatic battle of their lives today.
First, they came with a strong sense of revenge, vowing to kill the Golden Sons again and again until they lost their combat ability and became ordinary people.
And they did succeed … Thousands of Golden Sons were almost all killed by them.
Then, in less than two hours, they were surrounded by the resurrected Golden Sons.
And now the other side was attacking them.
Their mood was like a roller coaster in the past two hours.
Anger, joy, confusion, panic, ups and downs, very much like love.
The Golden Sons who rushed into their group of Mages all looked quite excited.
It wasn't the kind of desire for battle, but a kind of fanaticism that seemed to be accomplishing some kind of goal or mission.
They were so fanatical that they wanted to take someone away regardless of their own lives.
A Golden Son who was suspected to be a Warrior had the lower half of his body blown up, and then even his hands were broken.
But he still didn't give up. He moved with difficulty on the ground with his broken arms, slowly crawling forward with white and red intestines, and while the two sides were fighting in chaos, he quietly crawled to the feet of a Mage and then bit him fiercely.
The Mage stomped his feet in pain, and after trying several times and failing to shake him off, he tried to bombard the Golden Son with a spell again.
However, just as he was about to mobilize his magic power, another Golden Son rushed to his side and stabbed a longsword into his heart.
After trembling twice, the Mage of the Spatial Magic Tower fell to the ground without making a sound.
"Yes, I've killed one, and I've earned ten points!"
The Golden Son raised his sword and shouted wildly. His expression was rampant.
Too f * cking arrogant.
Then he was directly blasted into several pieces by Greene with a Prismatic Spray.
But before he died, he still maintained that excited smile.
Similar situations were happening all the time.
Not long after, more than forty Mages went to see the Nether God again.
Even Greene couldn't save them. After all, there were Golden Sons everywhere, and they pounced crazily with strange cries.
Greene could indeed use a large magic barrier to protect everyone.
But what use could it be?
With the crazy attitude of the Golden Sons, they would definitely surround the barrier and keep attacking.
Until the barrier broke, they would still be killed by the Golden Sons.
Greene sent a Golden Son flying with an icicle, then turned around and grabbed down with both hands, blowing off the head of a dog that tried to sneak up on a Golden Son. He wiped the blood on his face and shouted at the intelligent golem in the distance, "Barton, don't be stingy with magic power, try to stop the Golden Sons, don't let too many of them come over, I'll use the magic sacrifice to replenish you."
After shouting, Greene pointed at the dead Spatial Magic Tower Mage next to him, and the corpse shriveled at an extremely fast speed. A mass of blue energy formed in the air, and then under his control, it flew to the golem not far away and disappeared into its huge head.
This kind of sacrificial spell was rather evil, and under normal circumstances, Greene wouldn't use it casually.
But now that the situation was critical, he couldn't care less.
After being replenished with energy, the golem immediately became ferocious.
The air around its body twisted again, and then it pulled out the fine gold greatsword on its back and began to spin.
Not long after, the tornado of death appeared again.
The range was so large that it blocked the attacks of the players outside the city wall.
If the players approached, they would be swept up in the tornado and strangled to death.
And it was bound to take a lot of time to go around the city wall.
Seeing this scene, Greene breathed a sigh of relief.
Without reinforcements, Greene and the Mages easily cleared out the dozens of Golden Sons around them.
Then he said, "Let's retreat from the opposite side, Barton will protect us from behind and stop the Golden Sons."
The Mages were all relieved and overjoyed.
They could finally retreat.
But at this moment, Greene suddenly looked ahead. The darkness of the night covered the distance, and he couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly.
But there was an extremely powerful magic power condensing.
Then a huge mass of blue light appeared in the darkness, rapidly expanding, and not long after, it became a blue sun.
The sun in the night.
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