Greene then teleported out of the area.

  The other Legendary Mage also gave Roland vicious glares and immediately teleported away.

  There wasn’t much point in fighting Roland when they couldn’t restrain him.

  The Elemental Embodiment was too disgusting and the exhaustion tactic was invincible. Besides, they knew that Roland had special means of replenishing magic power, and even if Mage’s Disjunction was used to temporarily remove the magic from his body and the area around him, it would do little.

  After all, the Great Elder had used Mage’s Disjunction against Roland as well, but it didn’t mean much since the latter was able to resurrect himself and he still killed Oepmop by blowing himself up even though he was surrounded by six people and couldn’t retreat.

  The two Legendary Mages were quite fearful of this man’s “wild nature.”


  Five people hadn’t been able to take him down, and now there were only two people…… Taking on Roland would be a pipe dream.

  It was simple logic, so the two left without hesitation.

  They had a backup plan that they didn’t want to use.

  Watching the two Legendary Mages leave one after another, Roland also sighed in relief.

  He had broken more than thirty layers of barriers in a row, and his mental power was almost at its limit.

  Of course, he still had the strength to use Elemental Embodiment, but it was easy to lose control when Elemental Embodiment was used with depleted mental power.

  Like the first time he used Elemental Embodiment, there was a brief rampage.

  The spirit and soul couldn’t harness a “body” that powerful.

  A rampaging Elemental Lord would probably even start killing players if it accidentally entered the base.

  At worst, his name might become red.

  It was better not to do it.

  Roland looked around as he snapped his fingers. A hole cracked open in the ground and he jumped in, sealed the ground, and began to rest.

  The battle situation over at the players’ base, for better or worse, was out of his hands for now.

  The depletion of mental energy wasn’t magic power depletion, and there was no way to replenish it for the time being, so he could only rest.

  Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and quickly found the live battle report from the base.

  The players inside the base were almost finished being “cleared” by the Spatial Magic Tower, and only a handful of players were still desperately fleeing, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy and holding on.

  These were either high-sensitivity Hunters, Thieves, or Assassins who were good with crossbows.

  They could escape if they wanted to.

  But they didn’t want to run away. They just wanted to shoot arrows now and then from a distance to annoy the other side.

  In reality, the people of the Spatial Magic Tower were truly annoyed by them.

  It was now a guerrilla battle, and the intelligent golem had little use in this environment.

  In an open environment, facing an extremely large number of enemies, it could take away a bunch of lives with a single punch or kick.

  But in this kind of “city” setting where there were buildings everywhere, its tall body became a disadvantage instead.

  It became a little difficult to hit the enemies, who were quite small to him.

  And the hundred or so remaining players were the superb fighting elites of the four thousand players.

  They had an amazingly keen sense for skirmishes.

  Immediately after releasing an arrow, they shifted quickly and wandered off in a rather sneaky way that was impossible to trace. With their hold and harassment, the two hundred or so Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages were weary, and already more than thirty of them had been hit by arrows. And all of these arrows were coated with poison.

  Although many of them knew Detoxification and Healing……

  The injured could be quickly treated, but the temporary state of weakness couldn’t be avoided.

  On the battlefield, one’s greatest fear was having a wounded comrade who couldn’t move.

  Because an injured person like this required at least two teammates to take care of.

  So with over thirty injured, along with the need for over sixty Mages to help, the two hundred or so Mages’ battle power was instantly cut to about half.

  Damn it!

  Pylos, the Legendary Mage mixed in with the crowd, was furious.

  It was clear that they had succeeded in their night raid, and it was clear that they had won a huge victory.

  But why was it now that they were in a hard battle!

  And the situation was getting more and more dangerous.

  He grimly inspected to his left and right, then there was a scream to his left as another Mage took an arrow to the kidney. The injured man covered his wound, black blood flowing out and quickly darkening a large area of his clothing.

  Immediately someone came up and treated the wounded man, helping him pull out the arrow in the process.

  A black shaft and a cyan arrowhead!

  There were also subtle white magic patterns on it.

  Spell-breaking arrows!

  I can’t believe they’re even using this. “What the hell are we fighting against,” Pylos muttered as his body went a little cold. “We’re struggling just fighting five thousand Golden Sons. When we do get to the land absent of magic, can we face hundreds of millions or even billions of Golden Sons?”


  The more he thought about it, the colder the chill he felt.

  At this time, a companion descended from the air. It was Greene. He walked up to Pylos and said with a twisted face, “We failed, let’s retreat.”


  “Why did you fail?” Pylos asked in disbelief.

  “Roland has an amazing ability to learn.” Greene looked envious. “He was able to parse Imprisonment and find a way to destroy it within a few minutes.”


  “You’re kidding?” growled Pylos with wide eyes. “That’s a level-five spell. Even for us, it would take some time to learn. Roland can actually parse a level-five spell in the middle of a battle. Is he the bast*rd son of the Goddess of Magic?”


  “How should I know.”


  Greene’s expression was bitter. The fact that they could become Legends meant that they were also very talented people. But now, a much more powerful, truer genius had appeared in front of their eyes, with whom they had a hostile relationship. It was no wonder they were so bitter.

  “Things won’t be easy to handle now that you’ve failed to take care of Roland.” Pylos looked around at the demoralized group of Mages. “We should pull back.” Greene realized at this point that their Mage corps seemed to have taken some heavy losses. “How’d the fight end up like this?”


  es.

  “The Golden Sons don’t fear death.” The distant magical glow, bright and colorful at times, reflected onto Pylos’s face. “They fear it even less than the madmen of the Realm of Devils. The creatures of the Realm of Devils are nothing compared to them.”


  Greene had a puzzled look.

  “You haven’t fought them head-on, and you’ve only watched them fight the golem from the walls before, so you don’t have a direct impression.” Pylos looked up at the black sky. “Only those who have fought them head-on understand how terrifying these people are.”


  “We clearly have the advantage, so why do you think that?” reprimanded Greene. “You are an elder and a mentor, and even you are like this. No wonder their morale is low.”


  Seemingly trying to prove Pylos’s words, a Thief player who was walking on the walls didn’t step firmly and accidentally fell off the roof.

  Although he didn’t fall to his death, he broke both legs and ended up crawling on the ground.

  A group of Mages immediately rushed over and surrounded him.

  Their eyes burned as they looked at him.

  In the eyes of the Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages, this Golden Son had no fear even though he was surrounded.

  He even laughed slightly smugly and said, “I wouldn’t have fallen so hard if there was a haystack on the ground.”


  Looking at this smile of his, each of the originally aggressive Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages got goosebumps and even felt a chill.

  This Golden Son fell hard. How hard was the fall?

  The bones of both lower legs protruded out from his kneecaps, torn wisps of flesh on the sharp stubble of the bones.

  The Golden Son’s face was white, a ghastly white.

  But he didn’t seem to feel the pain as he used his hands to prop his upper body up and sit on the floor. “I’m a little scared of the word suicide-folks, can you give me a quick death!”


  With that, he voluntarily handed over his short blade.

  The short blade had an eerie green glow on it, obviously coated with a strong poison.

  Then he laughed again.

  When he opened his mouth, a glob of frothy blood gushed out from his mouth.

  The fall probably hadn’t only broken his legs, but also injured his heart and lungs. However, because of the strong vitality of a professional, he managed not to die.

  He could survive for at least another 10 minutes to half an hour.

  The group of spatial Mage surrounding him backed up in unison.

  A lunatic!

  Why can he still laugh with such heavy injuries?

  Even if he could be resurrected, the pain preceding death wasn’t something that an average person could endure.

  “You don’t dare?” This Golden Son’s voice began to grow hoarse, a sign that his lungs were beginning to run out of oxygen. “Cowards. I really have to do it myself.”


  After speaking, this Golden Son held a short blade upside down pointed at his left eye, and stabbed hard.

  Gush.

  The 15-centimeter short blade almost went entirely into the eye.

  A stream of blood spurted out of his eye.

  A dozen spatial Mages took another step back in unison.

  Some of them began to tremble.

  Even so, this Golden Son still didn’t die. He had some strength left, grabbing the short blade and twisting it hard.

  The blade twisted his eyes and brain to pieces.

  More blood spurted out, along with a small half of a shattered eyeball and a large amount of white brain matter.

  At this time, this Golden Son truly died.

  His body tilted back and fell heavily to the ground.

  Until now, a peculiar smile remained at the corner of his mouth.

  One corner of his mouth curled up like a V.

  His arrogance was tinged with a sickening smugness. “See, this is the enemy we are facing,” Pylos said dispiritedly. “Even if they are weak, we can’t really defeat them. Besides, soon, they will be resurrected and will come before us again. You can be unafraid, but what about them?”


  Pylos pointed to the Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages around him.

  Greene was also shivering inside; after all, that Golden Son’s actions were too horrendous and disgusting

  “Then retreat.” Greene gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s retreat to Tebesia first. With the defensive magic array in place, there’s nothing they can do to us for now.”


  At this moment, Pylos suddenly looked around as he laughed bitterly. “It seems to be too late.”


  At some point, many figures appeared in the dark sky outside the base, and they surrounded the entire base.

  Furthermore, they had set up a formation.

  “Our plan was flawed from the beginning.” Pylos laughed, seemingly with some desperation. “These Golden Sons don’t fear pain or death. They will get back on their feet even if we kill them a hundred times, and then they’ll find a chance to purge us.”