Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 677 Crazy Battle

Roland had never liked this organization of Druids.

Human beings were part of nature. They gained their status through evolution and competition with other creatures.

The doctrines of the Druids’ cult separated human beings from nature and put them on nature’s opposite. That was a disguised replacement of concepts.

Perhaps, the environment needed to be protected on certain occasions, but the survival of human beings was more important.

Besides, in the main plane of this world, particularly in the human world, trees took up more than 80% of the area, not to mention the extremely vast Elf Forest.

Considering mankind’s productivity and development rate, they might not be able to reduce the forest area to 70% in another thousand years. So, nature didn’t need to be protected at all; it was human beings who had to struggle to survive in nature. Removing thousands of acres of trees would barely affect the forest as a whole, but it could give thousands of human beings a piece of fertile land to farm, so that the poor things could live.

But even so, the Druids still considered the humans in Delpon to be murderers who destroyed nature.

In their eyes, the trees mattered more than the life and death of thousands of people.

So, Roland didn’t feel guilty at all when he organized the Bards to badmouth the Druids in secret. He had realized that, as long as he directed public opinion on the correct path, the Druids, who considered themselves absolutely neutral, would become slightly Lawful Evil.

What really made Roland make up his mind to kill them was that the Druids, for the so-called Immortal Phoenix’s Blood Grasses and to make Immortal Phoenix an option of their flying forms, intended to loot them and even attack Roland’s family and friends.

In that case, Roland would rather not talk to them anymore.

If you start it, I’ll be the one to end it.

The War Scythe appeared in his right hand and a magic power brick appeared in his left. They were instantly stuck together. Energy spread out from the brick, but it was then attracted to the War Scythe and melted into it like a mist.

Intense black fog expanded and enshrouded Roland. Three seconds later, it turned into an enormous woman.

When the woman made of fog who was at least thirty meters tall appeared in the sky, the Druids moving in the woods all sensed something wrong.

They raised their heads at the same time, and they saw the black light of a scythe in the sky. Then they felt nothing.

The enormous spatial crevice left a huge rhombus-shaped wound in the middle of the forest.

All the trees and grasses within the wound were gone. Even four meters of soil had been removed from the ground.

There were no screams, explosions, or other noises, only sizzles when the spatial crevice absorbed substances. It sounded like overcharged electricity.

Roland even saw a lot of special souls that looked like human beings but emitted unique waves. They struggled soundlessly and crazily, only to be absorbed into the Netherworld in the end.

The battle was over quickly. The black fog that was attached to him gradually disappeared, and so did the enormous woman.

The spatial crevice on the ground slowly shrank too.

But it stopped closing when it was about to vanish.

A cold woman with a black robe and black hair drifted out of the crevice.

The space around her stagnated the moment she showed up.

Not just the chirps of birds and bugs, but even the air stopped flowing.

Everybody was frozen.

Even the space seemed to be solidifying.

The Nether God!

Standing on the cloud, Roland looked at her in confusion.

After the Nether God emerged from the crevice, she looked around as if she were observing the scenery of the main plane. She then slowly drifted to Roland and stared at him with her dark eyes in silence.

She had long hair and red lips, which were small but succulent. In particular, her bottom lip slightly protruded in a natural way, which made her look sexy and cute.

Roland felt uncomfortable under her gaze, so he asked, “Ms. Sophie, is there anything I can help you with?”

“I love Druids. Send more of them to me.”

The Nether God spoke. Her voice was low but pleasant.

Roland was relieved. It was fine as long as she wasn’t here for trouble. But he was still curious. “Have the Druids done anything to you?”

“I’m in charge of the deaths of humans.” Her face, which was cold enough as it was, became even colder. “They encouraged the souls of the dead to stay in the main plane and become spirits.”

Roland realized the reason as he listened on.

The original doctrine of the Druids stated that every creature was spiritual, including human beings.

However, they didn’t think that the spirits of humans were superior to other animals and plants. Rather, they believed that they were inferior because humans destroyed nature.

Spirits were everywhere in nature, but they were invisible to those who didn’t have special abilities.

It meant that human beings who believed in the doctrine of Druids wouldn’t turn into ghosts after they died but would become special “spirits” that would linger in the main plane and meld with the “spirits” of other animals and plants.

For example, the Troll’s Bear Spirit and Eagle Spirit, which had a tiny bit of godhood, were special energy creatures that were a combination of the unconscious spirits of many animals and plants and the spirits of many humans.

Such creatures had the features of ghosts, but they could be regarded as living creatures too. They were stuck in the special transition phase between the living and the dead, just like fungi occupied the space between animals and plants.

The Druids might be seclusive and difficult to catch, but their doctrines were well spread.

The humans who lived in the forests and the barbarians who lived on high mountains, because of their living environments, believed in such doctrines.

Their population was not small at all.

The souls of those who believed in the doctrines of the Druids would gradually become spirits while they were alive, and when they died, they would break away from the administration of the Nether God.

No wonder the Nether God didn’t like the Druids.

As the Goddess of Death, it was her responsibility to administrate all human souls.

Roland was even happier after he figured that out. He even asked with a smile, “Will there be rewards if I give you more Druids?”

The Nether God turned her pretty face, as if she were surprised that Roland dared to bargain with her.

But she was a Lawful Good goddess anyway. After a brief stun, she said, “I can give you my favor.”

“I already have the favor of two goddesses.”

“Mine is better.” Sophie was absentminded for a while again. Then she said, “Come with me.”

She waved her hand and invoked an enormous force that dragged Roland down.

After both of them entered the spatial crevice, it finally disappeared due to the loss of divine power support. Once again, Roland came to the Netherworld. The sky was still a convergence of green and purple energy. The ground was still full of gray and dark rocks.

The Nether God dragged Roland along as she flew, until they reached a high cliff and entered a cave.

The whole time, Roland had been silent.

He knew that he couldn’t put up any resistance.

Besides, the Nether God didn’t seem malicious.

The cave was dark. It didn’t carry any smell except that of rocks.

It was very long and dark too. However, the Nether God’s glimmering body illuminated the environment within ten meters.

After flying for about three minutes, they dashed into a dazzling circle of light, and the environment brightened.

Roland found an enormous hollow before him.

Vines that were emitting cold light grew all over the cave walls, making it as bright as day. On the ground, there were green grasses, and at the very center of the place was a wooden cabin.

In front of the cabin, there was a round table.

Someone was seated next to the table. Roland looked at her, only to find that she had beautiful long hair and crimson eyes. She was none other than the True Ancestor of vampires.

He instantly turned cold.

The True Ancestor had just put on a smile when she saw the Nether God, then she caught sight of Roland behind her. Her face instantly iced over.

She stood up quickly and glared at the man who had broken into her shelter.

After the Nether God forced Roland to land before the cabin, the True Ancestor walked to them and asked the Nether God, “Sister Sophie, did you catch him so that I can vent my fury on him?”

Roland became vigilant the moment he heard that. He immediately focused his attention on the system Backpack.

If the Nether God said anything wrong, he would immediately take out a magic power brick and blow himself up.

He might not be able to kill them, but they surely wouldn’t feel great after the explosion.

Sophie shook her head and said casually, “You two should make peace.”

Both Roland and the True Ancestor were stunned.

Roland reacted faster. “Heh. I don’t think it’s likely.”

“Me neither.” The True Ancestor glared at Roland with glowing red eyes. “You killed my best friend. Don’t think you can walk away alive.”

At this moment, the True Ancestor was still heavily wounded, but without the suppression of her human bones, her combat ability was far better than Roland’s.

She was a Demigod anyway. But Roland wasn’t scared at all. It was true that he couldn’t defeat the two women, but he could always seek revenge after he leveled up later.

After all, he had remembered the coordinates of this place.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Besides, as a player, he didn’t need so much time to grow at all.

Chances were that he could explore the Netherworld in a couple of years.

So, Roland simply stared at the True Ancestor in silence, but his eyes were full of mockery.

The True Ancestor was even more enraged. Remembering everything that Roland had done to her, she was about to attack, when the Nether God suddenly said, “Forbid magic, boost recovery.”

Many gods and goddesses had special powers based on rules.

What they said would always be true. These were called holy words in many churches.

Then, Roland sensed that the magic power in his body was all frozen, but his body was even more active than before.

No… It wasn’t just active, but was seething like a volcano that was about to erupt. He looked at the True Ancestor, only to discover that her face was red. Her feelings were probably the same.

“Fight, and then make peace.”

After that, the Nether God flew away and unshackled the two of them.

Roland warmed up his body. He felt that he was fine although he couldn’t make use of his magic power.

While he was thinking that, the True Ancestor jumped at him and extended her pretty little hands toward Roland’s face.

As always, most women had long fingernails. If her hands scratched his face, Roland had no doubt that his face would be ruined.

So he subconsciously stepped back and kicked out.

The True Ancestor, who was still in midair, suddenly spread her legs.

As a result, Roland’s kick missed the target.

Then the True Ancestor immediately closed her legs and clutched Roland’s calf. Then, she rolled in midair again and again, completely ignoring physics.

That was a brutal move. Like a piece of cloth, Roland was spun more than ten times, and his face hit the ground so many times that it was deformed. But he wasn’t killed. Instead, he became even angrier.

He jerked forth and embraced the True Ancestor brutally, pressing her down from midair. He then stuck one leg to her abdomen and pummeled her face with both hands. He pummeled another few times, and the True Ancestor’s pretty face became a pie that was full of dents and bumps.

Blue and black fluids were flowing out of her nose and eyes.

Then, she screamed and bit Roland’s right hand, before she scratched Roland’s face with both hands.

Her sharp fingernails pierced the skin on his face, so she tried to pull it down.

Roland cried out; half of his face had been torn

off.

His blood was gushing out crazily.

Roland was even more infuriated due to the agony. He smashed the True Ancestor’s face and chest.

Bone after bone cracked.

But the woman was even more brutal. She dug into one of Roland’s eyes with her other hand and blinded him. She then plucked the eyeball out.

She then exerted strength on her waist and slightly raised Roland’s body, giving her leg enough space to kick him away.

After that, she put Roland’s eyeball in her mouth and chewed it.

She slowly got back to her feet.

All the body parts that were wounded by Roland healed at an astonishing speed.

Her broken bones fused.

Roland stood up in the distance. His wounds were also healing at an unbelievable speed. His eyeball was regrown too.

But neither of them cared about that. They glared at each other ferociously and charged at each other again after they caught their breath.

The battle soon became even more brutal.

They completely abandoned rational thought. They merely wanted to kill each other.

When Roland tore off her hand, she would open Roland’s belly with her other hand and pull his guts out.

When Roland broke her neck, she would kick and break Roland’s balls.

The scenes were extremely terrifying and violent.

The two of them fought on for four days and four nights.

The traces of their battle, namely human body parts, were everywhere in the space.

They were scattered among the grasses.

Dried blood was everywhere. Hearts and kidneys could easily be found too.

Roland breathed heavily on the grass.

There was no telling what the Nether God did, but his soul couldn’t recover although his body could.

He was already extremely mentally exhausted at this moment.

The True Ancestor was the same. She was panting on the ground too.

They had fought for four days and four nights. Their clothes had been torn off the first day.

The two of them had been fighting nakedly ever since.

During the battles, they had tackled, kicked, pushed, and punched each other.

They used all kinds of fighting moves. It was safe to say that both of them knew each other’s bodies very well, including the strong suits and the shortcomings.

For example, Roland had learned that there was a tiny red mole on the inner side of the True Ancestor’s leg near its end.

Roland found that when he blew up the True Ancestor’s head with a Russian technique.

Slowly getting back to his feet, Roland, who had fully recovered, walked to the True Ancestor again.

At this moment, the True Ancestor stared at Roland with her pretty red eyes and also stood up. But after only five seconds, her legs gave out, and she sat back down on the grass.