Grabbing Roland's hand wasn't just a simple magic effect.
It was the power of laws.
That octagonal star was actually a quasi-divine artifact, a little higher than epic equipment, but not as strong as a real divine artifact.
Even so, it was still very strong.
The name of this thing was Paimon's Comfort, and it contained the power of the Demon God Paimon.
It could be used to attack the enemy, and defensive spells below the level of laws were completely ineffective.
It was a sure hit.
This was also why the Magic Shield on Roland didn't work.
If it were an ordinary level-12 Mage, this giant hand could've crushed him into minced meat with a single grab.
However, Roland was blessed by two goddesses. Although this thing only added one point to his stats, they were both Lawful Gods no matter what.
And as a Demon God, Paimon's equipment was also chaotic divine power.
So this hand grabbed an ordinary professional and turned him into a mass of minced meat.
But when it came to Roland, the clash of the divine aura and the Demon God's aura greatly reduced the size of this giant hand.
It turned into a normal hand.
But even so, it could still grab and break most people's feet.
Unfortunately, Roland was still very lucky here. Not long ago, he had obtained the legendary specialty Tough Body through the equality contract.
So his physical defense was quite high now.
Roland relied on it to break Andonara's defense, and it was also thanks to it that he was able to resist the Legendary Hero's clamp-level containment.
So … the pseudo-divine weapon that had always been successful failed this time, and it could only catch Roland.
And it couldn't do any more damage to him.
Roland dragged this hand that exuded an ominous aura, and his flying speed was noticeably slower.
Even if he entered the spatial bubble, this thing wouldn't disappear.
The devils' flying troops were gradually catching up, and it was no longer possible to kite him.
Roland turned around, drew out some mental power, and used a wind blade spell to cut the white hand.
But when the wind blade cut the wrist of the ominous hand, it actually made a metallic sound and was bounced off with a clang.
It looked like a human hand, but was it still essentially something of an energy nature?
Did he have something sharper on him?
Roland thought for a moment and immediately took out a black scythe from his Backpack.
As soon as the huge scythe appeared, the surrounding light seemed to dim a little.
Then Roland cut horizontally.
His hand, which was as hard as steel just a moment ago, was directly cut off and turned into countless white dust.
The empty octagonal star fell to the ground. It seemed to have some flaws.
Ryan immediately ran over and picked up the black octagonal hand. He wiped it with a regretful expression.
It's really sharp … Roland continued to fly up with the black scythe in his saber.
Without the white hand slowing him down, he once again quickly pulled away from the air force of the Devil Race.
At this moment, his attention was completely focused on the enemy. He did not seem to notice that the scythe in his hand seemed to have become even darker the moment the white hand was cut off.
With enough distance between them, Roland turned around and extended his left hand.
Countless Arcane Missiles flew out like dense blue bubbles.
They squeezed into a ball and then dispersed.
This was a spell that he had modified in his spare time.
It only sought quantity and lethality, not accuracy. It was a spell that was completely developed for the battlefield.
Because there were too many enemies on the battlefield, there was no need to aim at all. All they had to do was pour out their firepower.
Based on that idea, Infinite Arcane Missiles had been developed.
Essentially, they were still Arcane Missiles, but they were counted in an unbelievable number.
The number of bullets that one could shoot depended on how much magic power one had.
Just now, Roland used up half of his magic power with a blue fireball.
Then, he used Human Cannonball, which consumed a lot of magic power. Now, countless Arcane Missiles were bombarding him. From a distance, it could be seen that the blue "water" dizzied at the high altitude and then crashed into the black pillar of smoke.
Explosions that sounded like firecrackers burst out, and a lot of black smoke fell from the high part of the pillar.
The members of the Phoenix Guild who were charging, as well as the players behind them who were charging like bison, were all thrilled to see that.
Naturally, the scene was seen in many stream channels too.
The players in the rear, or who were still in the main plane and not involved in the battle, and the netizens, were all amazed to see that.
"Leaving aside the nuclear explosion earlier, this move alone is already very powerful. If there are a few more Mages like Roland, the battle probably won't have anything to do with other classes. "
"Roland is an exception. This guy's control of magic power and his upper limit are both top-notch. Regular Mages wouldn't even be able to shoot half of his missiles before collapsing. Besides, Roland isn't in his best state at this moment. He probably only shot out a third of his magic power. "
"Don't talk so far. It's still a different matter whether or not regular Mages can learn this spell."
"The talent gap is too huge."
"But in any case, because of Roland, many people are still insisting on being Mages. Without Roland, the number of Mages would probably drop to one percent or even one thousand, and they might all become Warlocks or Priests."
Leaving aside the status of the stream channel, Roland wasn't in a good state at this moment.
He was already out of magic power.
And because his attention was focused on the enemy, he never noticed that the scythe in his hand was getting darker and trembling.
After using up the last bit of magic power, Roland felt a little dizzy.
But both the big explosion earlier and the swarm of Arcane Missiles just now couldn't have killed more than five hundred devils combined.
Five hundred sounded like a lot, but on the battlefield … there were still about ninety-nine thousand and five hundred devil soldiers.
However, this was already a very eye-catching number.
Anyone who heard that a Mage killed five hundred enemy soldiers in less than five minutes after the battle would definitely be a guest of honor for all the forces. If he was from a hostile force and couldn't be roped in, he would definitely be killed.
Because under normal circumstances, the instant death of more than five hundred people was definitely a morale thing.
It was so even in the eyes of the devils who didn't care about their lives.
Roland looked at the empty mana bar in the system interface and then at the devil air force that was charging at him from afar. A lot of gargoyles, little winged devils, and so on were charging at him.
Even at a distance, he could see the hideous expressions on their ugly faces.
He slightly sighed and then took out a magic brick from his Backpack.
Although this thing was precious, it was the only way to quickly replenish magic power at this moment.
He was about to elementalize it and stuff it into his body.
He couldn't use the magic brick in his human form, or his body would explode.
But the moment he took it out, before he elementalized it, the scythe in his hand suddenly emitted a black mist.
The mist was so thick that it instantly enshrouded Roland.
From a distance, it looked like a black cloud.
And it was still expanding.
At this moment, Roland couldn't see anything, and the black scythe even became very hot.
Also, he could sense that the magic brick in his hand was quickly disappearing, as if it had been corroded by the black mist.
This scythe is a trap!
That was Roland's first reaction. The Nether God had set him up.
He wanted to throw the scythe away, but it stuck to his left hand as if it were covered in glue.
Should I self-destruct?
But he helplessly discovered that because he didn't have any mana, and the magic brick had been swallowed by the black mist, he couldn't even self-destruct now.
While he was fretting and thinking that he was going to drop the link, a female voice suddenly came from the thick mist.
"Relax and give your body to me."
Huh???
Roland didn't know what to say.
Then, he suddenly found that his perspective had changed. He could see what was going on outside through the black mist.
Also … He raised his head and saw that the enormous mist seemed to be quickly transforming into the shape of a human.
From another angle, from the perspective of the girls of the Phoenix Guild, they saw a more realistic panoramic view.
Roland spurted out a burst of black mist, which then turned into a cloud and quickly expanded.
And the black mist was quickly twisting and transforming.
Eventually, it turned into the image of a curvy woman holding a huge black scythe.
Its body was enormous, and as it stood in the air, it looked like a pure obsidian statue.
A huge spiritual pressure followed, and everyone within a radius of dozens of kilometers could feel this vast pressure.
The devil air force that was chasing Roland all stopped.
They looked at the enormous black woman in front of them in panic.
Some of the more timid ones, sensing that the situation wasn't good, even wanted to run away.
Exactly at this moment, the black woman turned her body sideways.
She waved her upper body, and the black mist giant scythe at least a hundred meters long drew a black light in the air.
This bit of light broke the boundaries of time and space.
Everyone saw that she was waving the giant scythe and killing an entire devil air force.
But in fact … the moment she waved the scythe, the bodies of the devil air force had already been shattered.
The black light that came later directly swallowed their broken bodies.
And the black light, with lightning, tore a long spatial rift.
It was at least three hundred meters long in the air.
Black lightning flashed near the fissure.
Through the rift, green and purple sky could be seen.
The players who watched Roland's stream were stunned for a moment and then shouted, "That's the Netherworld."
As soon as these people said that, many transparent souls appeared on the battlefield and involuntarily flew into the rift.
There seemed to be an invisible force pulling them.
The souls of these devils were crying and struggling, but there was no sound, and no one could hear their cries.
They just watched as they were swallowed, and then the rift slowly "healed."
About twenty seconds later, it disappeared.
And the enormous black woman in the sky slowly disappeared too.
The black mist disappeared in the sky.
Roland's entire body was surrounded by a black barrier, and he fell from the sky.
Then, he hit the ground heavily.
At this moment, Solisa of the Phoenix Guild finally realized what had happened. She shouted, "Roland has dealt a heavy blow to the enemy air force and created an opportunity for us. Let's go!"
Then, tens of thousands of summoned creatures led tens of thousands of players and lunged at the devils not far away.
Ryan looked at the red soil not far away. There was a black sphere embedded in the ground, with only a small part of it exposed.
From a short distance away, he could sense that the black sphere contained an enormous amount of Order Divine Power.
As evil people of chaos, they felt extremely uncomfortable just looking at the black sphere from afar, not to mention picking it up.
Then, he waved his hand, and red magic power sprayed on the bone devils in the front row.
The eyes of the 2,000 Bone Devils glowed red as they charged at the players.
Ryan, on the other hand, took out his broken horn again and blew the signal for retreat.
More than ninety thousand devils retreated in an orderly manner.
By the time the Phoenix Guild and the charging players killed more than two thousand Berserk Bone Devils, the army of devils had already retreated far away.
Then, they cast their eyes on the other side of the battlefield and found the black sphere.
Unlike the devils, the players didn't feel any pressure or discomfort from the black sphere.
A group of people surrounded the black ball and pointed at it. Some of the bolder ones even went up to poke it.
"Is this thing a black Nezha?"
Everybody laughed in the stream channel.
"What kind of black Nezha is that?"
"I'm black Li Jing."
"Speaking of which, what happened to Roland just now? Why did he summon a black female giant and destroy the devils' air force with one slash?"
"That's unbelievable. It's another area-of-effect skill, and it seems even stronger than the blue fireball."
"I think it has something to do with the Nether God."
"It can't be the Nether God, right?"
Among the players, nobody except Roland and Schuck saw the Nether God's true face.
What they saw from the stream in the Netherworld was just a mess of pixels.
"Whether it's the Nether God or not, Roland should be in this black sphere. Can we rescue him?"
"I don't think so. I think he's evolving."
"Like Digimon?"
"Who has a Master Ball? I'm going to throw it out when he comes out. Then, I'll be able to collect a Mage Pokémon. "
"Hilarious. Aren't you envious? Maybe Roland has become stronger again."
"What's the point of being envious? That's exactly what happened to him. He was the first to charge out without fear of losing EXP. I think he deserves to be so strong. "
Most players couldn't agree more with that.
At this moment, Roland was indeed in the black sphere.
He was lying on his back and enduring excruciating pain.
The players' bodies didn't feel much pain.
But what if the pain was directly applied to the soul?
At this moment, there was a progress bar in his sight with such a sentence on it.
"The Unique and Righteous Dark Dimensional Slash" is being recorded.
Progress: 50%
60%
In fact, the recording wasn't slow.
But if you were in great pain, it would feel very slow.
Roland's face was already distorted by the pain, his eyes bloodshot, and veins popped out on his forehead and neck from enduring the pain.
90%
Roland's nose was bleeding.
100%
Roland's body slumped.
He finally felt once again how rare and comfortable it was to have a body that did not have any disease or pain.
Then he moved his gaze to his newly acquired specialty.
What a shameful name for a move. It felt so humiliating.
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