Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 566 Old Acquaintances

A quest in the level of Legendary meant a huge amount of EXP.

Chances were that there would even be excellent equipment.

However, the higher a quest’s level was, the more dangerous it would be.

For the players, the danger was only the potential loss they might suffer, but for the natives of this world, the dangers were real, and they could be killed. All the three of them focused their eyes on Roland.

As hybrids, they didn’t care much about the lives and deaths of humans. Besides, they were in the middle of a dangerous desert, and they should generally stay out of trouble.

However, the problem was that they all knew very well that Roland, a human being, was the leader of the team.

Under these circumstances, only he had the power to decide whether they should just leave or check it out.

Roland withdrew his attention from the quest menu and snapped his fingers, and the sand before him quickly split up. A rock building took shape.

“You hide in there. I’ll go and take a look.”

The vulpera prince sneered. He felt that Roland was simply too nosy.

If the man hadn’t been so nosy in the beginning, he would’ve already returned to his clan’s territory.

Marilyn shouted from not far away, “Master! Take me with you!”

“No, I can’t.” Roland shook his head. “You’ll stay here with Maromatha and keep an eye on this vulpera prince. Got it?”

Roland appeared very serious.

Marilyn said helplessly, “Okay.”

Ever since she accidentally caused the death of her two friends because of the Benediction last time, Marilyn had changed a lot. In nature, she was still as perky as before, but she became much more obedient.

After the black cat took the camels and the vulpera prince into the building, Roland buried it in the sand with his mental power. The building was large enough, and the oxygen inside wouldn’t be used up any time soon. Even if Roland was caught up in something and couldn’t make it back, it would still be very easy for Maromatha, as a spatial Mage, to escape with the others.

After that, he took off with Human Cannonball.

Soon after he soared into the sky, he saw the oasis in the distance.

There was usually a lake in an oasis, and one could see the reflections of sunlight in the lake from the sky.

It was like a brilliant sapphire in the middle of the yellow desert.

Roland flew straight at the lake and then cast Slow Landing on himself so that he floated in midair.

He looked down and frowned faintly.

The lake was surrounded by a huge amount of blood as well as certain tiny black spots. At the center of the circle was a hill that was made of unknown elements.

As Roland descended, he soon saw the hill more clearly.

It was a hill that was piled up exclusively with bodies.

Near the hill of bodies, some thirty men in black robes were bowing and paying their respects to it.

On the top of the hill, there was also a weird black statue.

Roland was of a mind to throw down a fireball, but he soon dropped the idea.

It was because the blue fireball was so powerful that the entire oasis would likely be wiped out if he cast it.

He was afraid that innocent people, such as any hostages and survivors in the hill of bodies, were still down below. So, he unleashed his mental power and scanned from the sky.

His immense mental power covered up the oasis.

Very soon, everything down below was reflected in his head.

As he expected... there were two points of feeble mental power reactions from the hill of bodies.

Besides that, there were another three points from the lake in the oasis.

The mental power of human beings was greatly different from that of animals, so Roland could rule out the possibility that they were animals.

It meant that there were still five survivors.

He felt lucky that he didn’t throw the blue fireball just now.

Apart from those five points, there were another thirty sources of mental power that were highly unsteady and stinky.

They carried an unspeakable smell that was a mixture of rotten meat and cilantro.

Such chaotic mental power indicated that they were likely cultists.

While a net of mental power could be useful in reconnaissance, it could be easily sensed too.

Besides, when the net of mental power touched someone else, they would feel that their body was fondled, which was rather uncomfortable. So, nobody would extend their mental power to someone else easily.

But under these circumstances, there was no need to care about that.

Those men in black robes, who were likely cultists, soon sensed Roland’s mental power and looked up.

Exactly at this moment, more than thirty blue enormous Hands of Magic hovering above Roland’s head fell from the sky.

He floated above the hill of bodies. Before the cultists could react, a ring of magic waves had swept across half of the oasis with him as the center.

Within a radius of fifty meters, the sand was covered in frost, and even the lake was half frozen too.

All the men in robes were stuck to the iced sand.

They were standing on sand, but their feet seemed to have been rooted down, and they couldn’t move away.

Those men immediately took action. Whoever was capable of remote attacks took out their weapons.

But that was it.

Before they took out their weapons, the Hands of Magic had started striking them.

The battle was over in fifteen seconds.

The 33 men in black robes were either twisted or smashed into the sand by the enormous Hands of Magic. Chances were slim that they could survive.

In the end, Roland kept two of them alive, intending to interrogate them.

Then, Roland dug into the hill of bodies with other Hands of Magic. He pulled the two survivors who still had feeble mental power out of the blood of other bodies and put them down in front of him.

After healing them with a spell, Roland sent the Hands of Magic into the lake and picked up the three points of mental power in it.

Roland was slightly surprised, as the three people from the lake turned out to be kids.

They all had dark skin, and they were each holding a long grass snorkel. They gazed at Roland in fright. Roland glanced at the grass snorkels in their hands and realized why they could hide for so long in the water.

The healing spell worked very well. The two dying adults who were drenched in blood were apparently improving, and their breathing became steadier too.

Roland focused his eyes on the two men in black robes who had been pressed to the ground by the Hands of Magic and since stopped struggling. “Are you cultists?” Roland asked. “What’s the name of your god?” The two cultists chuckled coldly. There was no fear at all in their eyes, only madness and hatred. One of them said, “Boy, you will die a miserable and immediate death for minding someone else’s business.”

The other man in black robes laughed aloud.

They seemed cocky and unrestrained.

The three kids were even more panicked to hear their laughter and slowly retreated.

Roland frowned at the situation.

He hadn’t really met any cultists before. Judging from their demeanors, those people didn’t care about lives at all, neither other people’s nor their own. Roland was considering if there was a way to make them confess, when he suddenly had a palpitation.

He suddenly turned back, only to see that the strange black statue was glowing on the top of the hill of bodies!

To be more precise, the statue was quite abstract, and one could only infer that it was a statue with imagination.

Its eyes were radiating redness.

Evil black mist emitted from the statue and formed a dark hollow up above.

This hollow grew larger and larger and was soon the size of a basketball.

“Hahaha. The sacrifice succeeded! Our Lord and God is arriving! The main plane will embrace real redemption! Those who do not believe in the Lord will die the most miserable death, along with their family and relatives...”

The other cultist was still laughing hard in a crazier and nastier way. Roland looked at the dark hole up above, which was quickly expanding.

It was only the size of a basketball earlier, but it already turned into the size of a basin.

Roland secretly scoffed.

If he were a native of this world, he probably would’ve been frightened.

However, as a player, he wasn’t scared at all; he was even slightly excited.

More importantly, Roland had been faced with other demons before. When he helped Andonara fetch the Phoenix Blood half a year earlier, he had confronted Diablo.

Besides, he even had a head-on clash with the black angel, who was a demigod.

A minor evil god was nothing to be scared of.

He waved his right hand, and a blue fireball quickly expanded in his hand. The black hollow had expanded to the size of a bathtub, and even more intense black magic power was leaking out.

The blue fireball in Roland’s hand expanded to the same size.

Two seconds later, the dark hollow became two meters in diameter, and Roland’s blue fireball kept up with its size.

A black human-shaped shadow could be vaguely seen in the hollow and seemed like it could jump out any moment.

Roland’s palpitations were so strong that he could barely catch his breath.

Without a word, he simply threw the blue fireball two meters in diameter into the hollow.

“Hahaha, how can the spell of an insignificant human being hurt our Lord?” Though secretly surprised by the terrifying waves of Roland’s blue fireball, the cultist had more faith in the evil god that he worshiped. “Humble and unscrupulous boy, just wait for our Lord to...”

Exactly at this moment, a dull explosion came from inside the dark hollow, as if firecrackers were exploding inside a pressure cooker.

Then, the hollow trembled nonstop and with increasing speed, even leaving blurry shadows behind.

Gaps appeared on the surface of the dark hollow.

Furious roars vaguely came from the hollow, but they became oddly shivering voices because of the trembling hollow. “Such a blue fireball, and such disgusting magic waves... It’s you, Roland!”

That voice was quite familiar. Roland thought for a moment and remembered that it was the black angel Paine’s.

The dark hollow was cracking. A teleportation across dimensions was highly unstable in the first place, and any interference might disrupt it.

“Just... wait for it!”

The regretful and angry roars completely vanished after the dark hollow fell apart.

The two cultists looked at the top of the hill in disbelief.

Nothing was left. The black portal was already gone.

Roland, on the other hand, received quite a few system notifications.