It was a specialty, not a skill or a special move.
So when he saw that it was a specialty, Roland was quite shocked.
It was well known that specialties couldn't be silenced.
For example, magic was a skill that could be silenced or restricted.
But if a specialty was to be activated, it could be activated as long as the conditions were met, and it wouldn't be restricted.
So, transforming an ability that was obviously a skill into a specialty wasn't something that a regular person could do.
But considering that it might be an ability of the Nether God, turning a skill into a specialty should be something that conformed to the rules of the magic world.
Just because ordinary people couldn't do it didn't mean that gods couldn't.
What delighted Roland even more was the description of this specialty.
Dark Dimensional Slash: Special active specialty. While holding the Nether God's Scythe, consume at least 3,600 points of magic power to slash a divine rule attack forward, dealing character level x 10, dark elemental damage of 'magic power consumed/10' to all enemies in the range, and additional spatial tear damage. The specific value is determined by the size of the spatial rift, and the range is determined by the magic power consumed. After the rift is created, it will be connected to the Netherworld and absorb the souls in a certain range into the Netherworld.
This was the most powerful skill that Roland had ever seen. Of course, the cost was also unbelievable.
With Roland's current MP, even if he wore the best equipment that added MP and enchanted the most powerful magic runes, his MP wouldn't exceed 1,100, and the starting cost of this ability was 3,600.
If it were an ordinary person, this would be a dragon-slaying skill that they wouldn't have a chance to use.
But Roland was different. He had magic power bricks that could be instantly replenished to the point where this ability was activated.
However, magic power bricks were too precious. Roland could only harvest a few in a month or two, and the number wasn't stable.
So, Roland would never use this ability unless it was absolutely necessary.
Besides, the normal attributes of the Nether God's Scythe alone were enough for him to deal with most battles.
After the ability was engraved, the black ball that had been protecting Roland gradually shrank and finally completely disappeared into his body.
He climbed out of the pit, and a group of players, mostly girls, surrounded him.
Earlier, the girls of the Phoenix Guild all looked displeased when they saw him.
But now … most of them were admiring him, and a few of them were even lustful.
"What just happened?" Solisa stared at Roland curiously. "Was that super massive attack a new spell you came up with?"
"I'm not too sure. It seems that my scythe has the will of the Nether God. She doesn't like demons very much."
Roland didn't want to reveal too much about himself, so he only spoke half-truths.
So that was how it was!
Many people believed it.
Roland was still a Master. Even though he could create powerful spells, the attack just now was indeed full of divine power.
After playing the game for more than three years, he battled every day and read the forums every day to absorb other people's experiences.
Moreover, the players were good at summarizing and summarizing their experiences. Therefore, most of the players' combat experience and adventuring knowledge had far surpassed that of the natives of the game world.
Many of them could sense that the huge female figure formed by the dark clouds just now had a higher quality energy level.
It was indeed believable to say that he was the Nether God.
"Then did you gain anything from the black ball just now? It feels like you're evolving. "
"What evolution? I'm still level twelve," Roland said casually. "That was just a protective barrier."
Roland was the best at magic at this moment. Who among the players would dare to argue with him if he said it was a magic barrier?
The person who asked the question didn't mean any harm. He was just being nice.
But Roland wasn't sure that those who watched the livestream wouldn't be malicious.
Some people just couldn't stand others doing well.
So, it was important not to show one's wealth but to hide it.
It wasn't because he was afraid of trouble, but to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Roland looked around and found that the army of demons had retreated. He asked, "How's the situation in the breeding city?"
"Rescues are still continuing," Solisa said. "But … many people are already feeling tired."
Roland heaved a long sigh. It was inevitable.
Justice and kindness could be done occasionally, but long-term kindness was hard to persist.
It wasn't that those people weren't kind, but that most people, including Roland himself, would be warned by the survival instincts they inherited from their ancestors if they kept doing good deeds.
What they showed was that they were tired of doing good deeds.
Because survival instincts could tolerate temporary devotion, they couldn't tolerate long-term devotion.
It was a message that was engraved into one's DNA.
In order to resist such instincts, one must have very strong willpower and an extremely high spiritual awareness.
So, Roland didn't think they were wrong.
"So, should we establish an incentive and reward system?" Moogle squeezed out of the crowd.
"Not good." Roland shook his head. "Why don't we take turns? Aren't a lot of players still coming here? Let them take over the rescue team for now."
Moogle sighed and said, "That's the only way."
Roland teleported back to Delpon. He had killed a lot of devils earlier and earned more than seven thousand Reputation points.
In the reputation system, he redeemed another 20 points of MP cap and 0.4 points of magic power regeneration speed.
At his current Level, it was impossible to increase his Attributes quickly. He could only increase them bit by bit from various aspects.
Equipment, specialties, enchantments, titles, and so on.
He could also get them from the Reputation Shop.
Also, Roland found that there seemed to be no limit on the number of attributes that could be exchanged in the Reputation Shop.
It meant that as long as Roland killed enough devils, he would be able to increase his attributes to an unbelievable level.
As long as he was willing to use the magic power bricks and cast Dark Dimensional Slash a few more times, he would soon accumulate a lot of Reputation points.
However, the magic power bricks were limited, and it would be a shame to use them. The progress of the floating city was also very important.
Therefore, it was imperative to improve the group attack spells.
After he returned to Delpon, he immediately devoted himself to the improvement of lethal spells.
He couldn't improve the blue fireball spell for now. It wasn't because the blue fireball spell had reached its limit, but because his current level and his current knowledge and experience weren't enough for his research.
To put it more bluntly, he couldn't see a way to improve it for now.
Since the blue fireball spell had reached its limit, he could try other spells.
For example … Whirlwind.
To be honest, if he could release a tornado, it wouldn't be as powerful as the blue fireball nuclear explosion. But the problem was that the tornado could last a long time.
It could wreak more damage than the blue fireball when it spun left and right in the enemy's army for a dozen minutes or half an hour.
Let's try to improve it!
With a goal, Roland began to analyze the pattern of Whirlwind and infer its enhancement effect.
However, he also took the time to post a post in the comments section of the forum.
On the Unreasonable Acquisition of Reputation.
What Roland wrote in the post was basically this: The Reputation Shop only recognizes the number and quality of devils killed, which is not good. Many logistics personnel made great contributions too. Without them, the vanguard wouldn't have fought so smoothly, but they wouldn't get any Reputation at all. It was the same for the rescue team. They did the hardest and kindest things, but they didn't get any Reputation. It felt unfair. He hoped that the game developers could change the game data and formula so that those people could get Reputation too.
Not long after the post was posted, the GM responded.
"It's a reasonable suggestion. It's truly our negligence. We'll introduce a new formula for acquiring Reputation as soon as possible. Thank you for your passion for the game."
Seeing that even the official GM had responded, the players were naturally overjoyed.
Almost everybody left a message saying, "Peace to the good people." The replies were quite neat, almost like a certain forum.
Roland, on the other hand, was greatly relieved. If the rescue team and the logistics team were both famous, they would be more motivated and wouldn't feel bored anymore.
Kindness and hot-bloodedness alone would not allow one to continue doing good deeds.
Only with positive feedback would the effect be better.
Then, Roland devoted himself to the improvement of Whirlwind.
After about five days, Whirlwind turned into a mini tornado.
But it wasn't powerful enough.
He soon got the result after experimenting with dummies.
The mini tornado could indeed lift ordinary people, but it couldn't throw them high.
It could heavily injure them, but it might not kill them.
Also, the devils were much taller and heavier than human beings on average, so the mini tornado might not be able to move them.
In particular, a tornado that was only twenty meters tall might not be able to move the Terror War Demon's body at all.
However … the strengthening of Whirlwind seemed to have reached its limit.
Different from Blue Fireball, this level-two spell had a lot of nodes, and there weren't many empty nodes in the spell model.
It would be difficult to modify it even if he wanted to.
Roland used Whirlwind again in the wild and watched it move horizontally under his control, stirring up a lot of leaves.
Then, a pebble was suddenly thrown out and hit the rock next to Roland. Although the pebble was crushed, the rock was also hit and had a big hole.
Well … the wind speed was quite fast.
It was just that the upper limit of the output power wasn't high.
Wait … Wind speed?
Roland suddenly had an idea.
The pebble was already so powerful when it was thrown out. What if it was a sharp weapon?
His eyes glittering, he immediately thought of Ice Awl.
He first changed Ice Awl into Ice Slice, then flattened the edge and made it sharp.
Then, he applied the model of Infinite Arcane Bullets to it, and it became Infinite Ice Knife!
Then, he found a way to combine Tornado and Infinite Ice Knife.
Then, a moving tornado of ice knives that could swallow a person and cut the enemy like a washing machine was created.
What was even more amazing was that under the effect of the tornado, the ice blades kept spinning, accelerating, and finally being flung out. The densely packed ice blades flew out like rain, with an effective killing radius of more than a hundred meters.
Roland did an experiment.
After the dummy was absorbed into the tornado, it was visibly cut into pieces by thousands of ice knives.
Then, a lot of ice knives were thrown out and hit his Magic Car Shield. Intense ripples were raised on the surface of the shield, and his MP plummeted at an unbelievable rate.
The area around the tornado was even more miserable.
All the trees had been cut, and no grass was more than ten centimeters tall.
Then, many rocks fell apart.
The fractures were as smooth as a mirror.
Some of the enormous, hard rocks even had deep holes like a hornet's nest.
The combination of the two spells was a success.
But Roland discovered a huge shortcoming of the spell.
The range of the spell was fifty meters, and the damage radius was a hundred meters!
It meant that Roland would be within the attack range of the spell when it was activated.
According to the attack power of this spell, if Roland was within its range, he would have to consume MP continuously to control the magic, and then his magic shield would be attacked intensively, which would consume MP continuously.
By conservative estimation, he could control the spell for no more than three minutes if he used it.
That would go against his original intention of creating the spell.
He intended to maintain the effect of the spell for a longer time to achieve a higher damage threshold than the blue fireball.
For example, it could last for at least twenty minutes.
But now, it only lasted for three minutes, which wasn't even one-sixth of the effect.
That was hard to bear.
Reduce the power of the spell?
Not likely.
This spell relied on the high wind speed of the tornado to drive the ice blades, which produced a high attack efficiency, and had sufficient lethality and penetrating power.
But if the power of the spell was reduced, the wind speed of the tornado would drop.
In this way, not only would it not have the effect of attracting the enemy, but the power of the ice blades would also be greatly reduced, and the killing range would also be reduced to a radius of a dozen meters.
What should he do?
Roland felt that he had hit a dead end.
His mental power was high, but it was already his limit to control such a powerful spell from fifty meters away. It wasn't something that could be extended to more than a hundred meters by modifying the spell model.
He wasn't afraid of damage in the elemental state, but he could only use one kind of elemental spell in Elemental Transformation.
Wind and ice were two different elements that he couldn't control with Elemental Embodiment.
Was there any other way?
Right when Roland was in a dilemma, Douglas came as a guest.
Seeing Roland's depression, he casually asked him if there was anything that couldn't be resolved.
Roland explained the matter to the other party with the attitude that everyone had their own thoughts.
But Douglas found it strange and said, "Can't you just build a shelter for yourself? The kind that can see outside and resist magic attacks. "
Stunned, Roland grabbed Douglas's hand and said happily, "Thank you. I know what to do now."
The spell was perfect and didn't need to be modified.
On the third day after he completed the spell …
A new army of devils appeared on the horizon.
There seemed to be more than twenty of them this time. Then, there were a lot more devils with staffs in the army.
Then, Roland teleported to the Realm of Devils.
It was time to test the new spell.
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