Mages Are Too OP Chapter 737 - You Made Me Do It

Chapter 737 You Made Do It

Unbearable, it was truly unbearable to watch.

Because he had been blown up by the blue fireball earlier, Scorching Locke’s clothes had been burned away long ago and he was naked.

Before, his body was scorched and black and nothing could be seen, but now that he was under the effects of Sidi’s hyperactive spell, his body had regenerated, his skin had grown back and was quite white, and he was physically hyperactive, with a large, disgusting gun nearly a ter long on his lower body. Any male creature would feel sick seeing it.

Not at all lethal, but extrely humiliating.

Sidi was about the size of a normal female, and she was showing disgust at the sight of it.

She even clicked her tongue, wondering if she had done sothing wrong by using the hyperactive spell on this lowly jackal.

However, Scorching Locke, who had been completely “resurrected” with full health, thought otherwise.

He laughed out loud and roared, “Human Mage, die.”

He then spread his legs and ca running wildly toward Roland. The most conspicuous thing was the lance that swayed from side to side as he ran.

For the first ti, Roland wimped out—no man could hold his own against such a thing.

Looking at the running Scorching Locke, Roland didn’t hesitate to snap his fingers repeatedly, as ten huge Hands of Magic ca from high in the air, clenched into fists, and beat at Scorch Locke nonstop.

Every punch that hit him made the fat on his body tremble nonstop.

It was reasonable to say that each punch like this had the power of two or three tons, and at least fifty or more punches a second hit Scorching Locke’s body. If it were an ordinary human Warrior, even if his body didn’t break —even Andonara, who had both Legendary Toughness and Constitution, wouldn’t dare to resist such an attack from Roland head-on.

She would use a super fast speed to dodge the Hands of Magic, or just use her sword to slice the Hands of Magic. Instead, Scorching Locke took it all and was even running fast as if nothing happened at all.

Then at least a dozen rounds of Prismatic Spray appeared in front of Roland.

This kind of attack spell had a super high penetrative power.

Seeing these colorful things, Scorching Locke’s expression changed a little.

He roared and made a continuous throwing motion as he ran.

A ball of green fire lava plasma generated in the air and ca smashing down in a parabolic curve.

Each one of these molten balls was huge, with a radius of about a ter and a half.

They landed on the ground and began to roll, colliding with the dozen or so Prismatic Spray.

Although the Prismatic Spray was more powerful, it was only a one-ti spell.

The two collided, and although the Prismatic Spray annihilated all the molten balls, it disappeared at the sa ti.

And Scorching Locke rushed closer; In his hand, a huge war hamr made of entirely molten red stone even appeared.

The ground shook louder and louder.

Roland backed up while snapping his fingers.

An extrely thick stone wall appeared in front of him.

Scorching Locke crashed into it without hesitation.

Earth and rocks scattered everywhere.

He shattered the first earthen wall easily, as if he had hit tofu.

Then the second, the third, and the fourth also ca down.

After smashing ten tall, thick earthen walls, Scorching Locke slowed down. Then after crashing through three more earthen walls, his terrifying body finally ca to a halt.

He held onto the wall and snarled, “Human Mage, you coward, co out from behind the wall if you dare.”

For he could still see that the earthen walls were still rising rapidly one behind the other. Roland snorted as he heard Scorching Locke’s roar.

Mage combat was supposed to be about intelligence and the wise usage of spells.

After he raised another earthen wall, he laughed and said, “I’m just a Master human Mage, I’m no match for a Legendary elite like you. Co over here if you can break through all the earthen walls.”

This was just a joke. Whenever Roland was bored, he would find Andonara to spar with.

Also a Legendary elite, Andonara could probably beat more than three Scorching Lockes.

Though Roland had never won against Andonara, he had a good idea of how to effectively limit powerful Warriors and not lose so fast.

Then he put up at least seven thick circular walls around him, wrapping himself in them, and began to accumulate a large blue fireball.

At the mont Scorching Locke was outside hamring away at the earthen wall, having managed to take down three more, when he felt a massive, rapid gathering of magic, and was imdiately startled.

He turned around and ran.

He was truly scared.

At the sa ti, he didn’t understand just how much this human Mage’s magic power limit was.

Didn’t that dreadful wide-range fireball spell from earlier drain him of magic power?

He ran while covering his face with his hands.

He was quite exuberant just now, the frenzy of revenge making him ignore his pain. But now, the pain ca as soon as his courage faltered.

At this ti, his body already had many bruise marks, and even that lance between his crotch, which had shrunk back into a mass of fleshy worms, swayed from side to side as he ran.

It was disgusting to watch.

Sidi’s smug grin froze. She thought she could see what it would look like for Locke to beat up the human Mage furiously, and humiliate the four main lawful gods of Light, Life, Magic, and Death in the process.

After all, they were protecting Roland. But now, it was the commander under her, a Legendary high-ranking devil, being pressured and beaten by a Master human Mage.

This was no longer a difference in strength, but a difference in intelligence.

Her face began to show anger.

Then she pointed and shouted, “You guys, go help Locke.”

The four players whose bodies she had taken control of moved in a swaggering manner, as if they were in an alien species-like position, either crawling or running forward while wiggling their butts. And they still ran quite fast. At the sa ti, Sidi shouted, “Locke, go back, sha on you.” Scorching Locke stopped as he looked helplessly at Sidi and pleaded, “I can’t resist that fireball.”

“I’ll handle it.”

At those words, Scorching Locke’s eyes lit up and he imdiately turned around, slamming into those earthen walls once more.

It was at this mont that a huge blue fireball was thrown out from the center of the layers of circular earth walls.

Even from a great distance, one could feel the terrifying magic power within this fireball.

The explosion would be terrifyingly powerful.

Sidi smiled.

It was true that she wasn’t strong in direct combat, but that didn’t an that she didn’t have any advantages as a Demon God.

Roland controlled the fireball telekinetically, slamming it diagonally in front of him.

His gaze was set on where Scorching Locke was.

Even through the heavy earthen wall, Roland could use his ntal power to sense the approximate location of the nearby enemies.

But right at that mont, Roland suddenly felt a terrifying ntal power pushing in and snatching his control of the giant blue fireball.

This ntal power was strong, slippery, and pervasive.

In less than half a second, it stole the better part of his control.

Then the fireball flew diagonally away, landing at least a few hundred ters away from the battlefield and exploding.

Although the shaking of the earth and the violent winds could still be felt, there wasn’t much lethality anymore.

Roland’s face darkened.

This Demon God had no sense of poise and status. As a top-tier elite, she resurrected her n and enhanced them drastically, not to ntion that she was now taking the field too.

Does she have no sha?

Just as Roland was upset over this, Sidi’s ntal power beca even stronger.

It caused an overwhelming non-stop vibrational disturbance, and soon all the magic power in the surrounding was disturbed.

This was a special attack against Mages. In his spiritual world, Roland felt nothing but noise all around him.

It was like having a dozen chainsaws turned on near his ears and then being swung up and down.

The noise was giving him a headache, the veins in his temples pulsing, and he simply couldn’t control his magic power properly.

So soon, the wall of earth around him gradually dissolved.

Seeing this, Sidi smiled smugly once again. No one could use magic in a situation like this, including Scorching Locke.

But it didn’t matter; as a devil, he was a dual practitioner of magic and physical combat.

He let out a battle cry once again and charged toward Roland with excitent.

He was full of energy.

That disgusting thing once again flared up.

S*it... Roland watched a huge repulsive thing and four oddly walking aliens charge over and felt disgusted.

And being suppressed by Sidi’s god-level ntal power, he couldn’t use magic at all.

In about another ten seconds or so, the enemies would be in front of him.

He also saw Sidi’s arrogant and greatly malicious smile in the distance.

You made do it.

Roland took a deep breath, and without hesitation, he took out the largest bullet from his Backpack.

The blue-white, streamlined cylinder that seed to be about the size of a mortar shell lay in his hand.

The enemy was even closer to him now.

Although Barbion and the others couldn’t control their bodies, they were conscious.

At this mont, they also saw the thing in Roland’s hand.

All four had seen the livestream of Roland doing the test and knew what it was.

At once, the expression in their eyes beca helpless.

They couldn’t control their bodies. They were as good as dead.

The mont this thing appeared, Sidi subconsciously felt that sothing was wrong. Her subconscious told her that Roland had sothing that could threaten her.

But, Roland was only a Master, and as long as she used her ntal power to disrupt the magic around him and suppress his spells, even if he had a god-slaying spell, he wouldn’t be able to use it.

So she decided to take another look-after all, sotis things like intuition weren’t particularly reliable.

Roland grabbed this blue bullet with force.

Since he couldn’t use spatial magic, Roland naturally couldn’t use the spell Spatial Bubble for throwing an object over a long-range.

But it didn’t matter.

Roland had taken this into account when making this thing.

So, these bullets could be triggered by an impact.

Roland was level 13, and even with only normal constitution growth, his base constitution had reached 11.5.

It was roughly equivalent to the base strength of a level-two Warrior level with full constitution growth.

It was strong.

The power and force of a thrown object had the most direct relationship to strength. Roland waited patiently for a few seconds, waiting for his opponent to run a little closer.

He was waiting idly for an opportunity, but in Scorch Locke’s eyes, it was a sign of being stunned and giving up resistance.

This was normal. Being suppressed by a Demon God with ntal power, what power did a re Master Mage have to resist?

He was now less than fifty ters from the human Mage, a matter of seven or eight steps.

Scorching Locke opened his mouth wide in excitent.

He was going to crush this human to a pulp, shove it in his mouth, and eat it in one bite.

Scorching Locke covered another ten ters or so... Behind Scorching Locke, Barbion and the other players followed.

Roland even saw the helpless expression in their eyes.

Then... he used all his strength to throw the bullet in his hands.

The projectile was quite fast.

Scorching Locke saw a rock-like thing thrown at him, then subconsciously protected himself with the molten giant hamr in his hand.

It was a completely instinctive move. All Warriors, who have been in combat, had the instinct to knock away or deflect things with their weapons.

Just a mont before the projectile was about to make contact with the giant hamr, sothing suddenly occurred to Sidi and her face twisted sharply.

“No!”

A mournful shout rang out.

It was at this ti that Roland desperately mobilized and squeezed his ntal power to elentize himself.

Fire Elentization!

The flash of the nuclear blast blinded Scorching Locke and the four players in an instant.

Then ca the violent explosion, a mass of white flas forming a mass of light that expanded extrely quickly for about ten kiloters before it turned into a red wave of flas that overwheld the surroundings.

The earth shook with the strength of a magnitude seven earthquake for nearly two minutes before it gradually stilled.

The red blast that was hundreds of ters high destroyed everything as if it could swallow up heaven and earth.

It was only an illusion, but it could already make all who saw it feel the fragility of life.

Roland’s fire elental, originally at the center of the blast, was thrown around by the violent blast, and by the ti he was able to stabilize himself ten minutes had passed and he was a hundred kiloters away from the blast site.

Because he absorbed too much heat, his fire elental form had grown more than ten ters tall, and even its color had turned blazing white.

He didn’t dare change back to his human form, as grayish-white radioactive dust was already starting to fall in the air.

And the radioactive dust was getting a little denser.

The fire elental form was capable of low-level flight, though nothing too fast.

Because the fire elental’s temperature was now so high, even flying more than ten ters off the ground, it left a scorched black path on the earth.

It took him nearly another half hour to slowly fly back to the center of the explosion.

At this point, a large amount of radioactive dust drifted down.

The temperature here was frighteningly high, and the ground sank into a huge, crater-like depression.

A large amount of magma poured back in, forming a lava lake with a scarily large area.

Gurgling and bubbling.

Roland didn’t even have to think much about the fact that if he was wearing the Pip-Boy on his left hand, then it would be buzzing constantly, reminding him of the terrible amount of radiation that filled the place.

The fire elental walked on the lava lake, and now and then dove into it.

Roland didn’t find anything, but soon he could see sothing that seed to be giving off a reflection beyond the lava lake.

He drifted over and saw a skull... a huge skull on the scorched land by the lava lake, and looking at the appearance, it should be that of so devil.

And this skull was transparent as if made with the purest and cleanest glaze.

Is this a sarira?

Roland thought about it and decided it might be useful, so he put it away in his Backpack.

Then he felt another intermittent jolt of ntal energy ahead of him and flew over. He saw sothing that looked like a writhing humanoid.

Roland drifted over, took one look, and couldn’t help but shake his head. “How tragic!”

A black broth was churning and bubbling, but barely managing to maintain its human form.

It was impossible to see the face, or the skin or texture.

It was as if invisible forces were interfering with its restructuring and healing.

It couldn’t even scream because there was no mouth at all.