Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 754 Unlucky Descent

The open-air balcony on which O’Neal stood was large and built high.

Standing here, one could see almost the entire Wetland City.

Roland stood next to him and asked, “Are you guys afraid that I’ll get in the way, or are you afraid that I’ll… steal your ‘heads’?”

O’Neal smiled as he handed Roland a glass of wine from the nearby tabletop and said, “Try it.”

Hmm?

Though somewhat puzzled, Roland took a sip.

It tasted good, better than any of the wines he had ever had before, and the faint flavor of grapes still lingered in his mouth after the drink went down. “This was made by us players.” O’Neal continued, “This wine has been sold out of Wetland City. Even Urganda has merchants rushing over just to ship the wine.”

Roland was still a little confused. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Do you know how many specialties there are in Wetland City that are well-known outside?” O’Neal asked.

Roland frowned, still shaking his head.

“It shows you’re not grounded… so that’s why we don’t want you to step in,” O’Neal said. “You’re already sitting high above the clouds, distancing us to a point where we can’t even see your tail lights. Although we’re all Legends, we’re not in the same realm. If you and I were commodities, then I am a manufactured mass-produced assembly line cheap good, and you’re a special product with all sorts of lofty features attached. The difference between a Chevrolet Enjoy and a handmade Lamborghini, for example.”

Roland couldn’t help but say, “What does this have to do with your desire to slay the gods?”

“We don’t want someone outside the specs to interfere,” O’Neal said indifferently. “We want to test our strength, test our ideas, to see whether we can achieve the purpose of slaying the gods. But if you come, you can kill the divine clone yourself, so why do you need us.”

Roland understood completely now.

He was too strong for their opponent to want to take him along.

What is this… Generally, aren’t rookies the ones not taken?

Is it wrong to be too strong? In reality, Roland didn’t want to participate, but O’Neal’s attitude of not wanting him to come along was really a bit depressing.

He thought for a moment and asked, “Is the god you are dealing with Life, Magic, or Death?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Then I have to watch from the sidelines.” Roland smiled. “You should understand why.”

After a moment of silence, O’Neal said, “You don’t trust us!”

“It’s you who don’t trust me,” Roland said indifferently. “I just said, Life, Magic, and Death. As long as it’s not the three of them. I’ll ignore the rest.”

“I promise it’s not the three of them,” O’Neal said seriously, “so you don’t need to get involved.”

“Also, there is the Light.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “Although I don’t know the Goddess of Light, she is my brother Schuck’s boss, and the two of them are extremely close. If she is involved, my brother will definitely fight with you guys, and at that time, I will definitely help him.”

O’Neal sighed in relief. “Don’t worry, it’s not Light either.”

“So that’s it, then?” asked Roland, raising an eyebrow.

O’Neal poured another glass of fruit wine for Roland and then filled up a glass for himself.

He then downed his cup in one gulp and said, “Thank you for being willing to give me face.”

“You’re welcome, you’ve helped me a lot before.”

This was true. In these five years, O’Neal helped Roland perfect a lot of magic node data.

“Here’s to a friendship that lasts!”

“Cheers!”

Both men smiled, but it was clear to both Roland and O’Neal that their friendship and relationship were starting to wane.

From the time Roland built the floating city… from the time O’Neal and others were reluctant to let Roland slay the gods, or rather, from the time Roland was reluctant to spill the secret of the floating city

All of it promised that the two would be estranged.

Or rather, the two were originally not too familiar with each other.

Leaving the players’ Association of Mages, Roland went to have a chat with Betta.

Then he teleported to the floating city. At this time, on the surface of the floating city, there only a lone square-shaped rocky square room, which Roland temporarily made with Mud to Stone.

Then he took to the forums, and posted a thread, hoping that a team that works on infrastructure, as well as real estate, would help him design the plan and layout of the floating city, face to face.

Within three minutes, a dozen messages were sent to him along with their qualifications.

Roland used the internet to research the groups, but none of them seemed very reliable.

It wasn’t that they were incompetent.

They were competent enough, but they all tended to think in terms of business rules.

They were the kind that was better at knowing how to make buildings look good and layouts look beautiful and aesthetically pleasing

What Roland required was something more.

Practicality, seismic resistance, community convenience, and sturdiness—all had to be considered. This was a floating city, and it would surely be a combat weapon in the future, so the buildings had to be sturdy.

Going through the teams and finding none that he liked, he then studied magic and went offline.

As a result, as soon as he went offline and climbed out of the virtual cabin, and before even washing his face, there was a knock on his door.

Roland opened it and found that it was the head of the base.

With dark circles under his eyes, he said helplessly, “If you want to do the planning of the floating city, why are you looking for outsiders? Can’t we do it ourselves?”

Roland froze.

“Do you think our base was built by someone from outside?” the person in charge said in irritation. “We have our own construction team too, and it’s absolutely professional.”

Right… They’ve done a good job with this underground base that seems like a medium-sized city, so how could they not build the layout of the district on the floating city.

Then the two didn’t even eat breakfast and immediately went over to the logistics room.

Although Roland was already a celebrity throughout the base, getting in and out of the security room still required the head of the base to grant permission and he had to speak to the department head of the logistics and security room about it.

After learning Roland’s intention, the head of the security room nodded and said, “It’s okay, we’re all colleagues. There’s no problem helping you with this, but can I make a small request?”

“Go ahead,” Roland agreed immediately.

“Can you send me some of your department’s purified stock solution privately? It doesn’t need to be much-just thirty grams.” The department head looked embarrassed as he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Roland sized up the other man and noticed that his skin was dry and even a little tanned.

What’s more, the other man had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

“You haven’t used the stock solution?”

After being parsed by the bigwigs in the materials department, the base was now able to produce this life-extending solution in small quantities.

Almost everyone in the base could receive about a hundred grams every month. After they drank it, their life expectancy wouldn’t skyrocket by decades, but at least their body will be much healthier.

And the logistics department head obviously looked like he hadn’t used the stock solution.

“No, it was all used on my father-in-law.” The department head smiled, and the look of helplessness of a middle-aged man wanting to strive harder but his body wouldn’t allow it seeped into the faint smile. “He’s not well. He has liver problems. He can last a few more years with the stock solution, so I gave it all to him. If there was more of the stock solution, he would probably make a full recovery, so I’ve applied to my superiors. But with you, Director Huang, here, that would make things a lot better.”

One hundred grams of the stock solution wasn’t much.

Their department was “wasting” kilogram by kilogram every day.

There was no way around it. If they wanted research to be fruitful, materials couldn’t be spared.

They used it desperately.

Besides, Roland had a special consumption privilege, so as long as the consumption wasn’t a ridiculous amount, no one would care.

After all, this thing was closely related to him.

“Okay.” Roland nodded, then gave him the approximate volume of the floating city now, and a two-dimensional profile of it.

These figures were all measured by his mental power, and any error would not exceed ten centimeters.

Having gotten what he wanted, the department head said gratefully, “Don’t worry, we’ll have the drawings to you soon.”

Sure enough, they soon delivered the drawings in the evening.

It was a very thick stack! There was also a super large flat top picture.

A flash drive with the same information was also delivered.

Roland was relieved to see the flash drive. As someone who commonly used computers, he was no longer quite used to looking at drawings, preferring to read documents on his computer.

By the end of the night, he copied the information from the flash drive into the virtual cabin and entered the game.

Then he opened the information on the flash drive and spread out the white paper and pen and ink he had purchased in front of his desk.

A small Hand of Magic, holding a quill, drew lines on the paper.

Using mental power to control Hand of Magic to trace the drawings were much better than using his own hands.

In reality, this is the proper use of the Hand of Magic.

Creating giant Hands of Magic to beat the crap out of people like Roland did before was unorthodox.

The Hand of Magic drew lines and drafts steadily and quickly. After only one day, Rolan copied down the content of the drawings, and the numbers and fonts on them were replaced with the writing of Fareins.

After that, he drove the floating city to the capital of Fareins and went to see Stephanie, asking her to help him find a reliable and impressive construction team.

Naturally, Stephanie happily agreed; in her eyes, the floating city was a place for her to stay, and she had to build it to the utmost perfection.

For this reason, she put forward the group of people who had been building the royal tomb for the royal family for generations. These were true masters of architecture and carving. Then Roland went to the Association of Mages in Fareins and bought building materials from them.

The buildings above the floating city were built with the best materials.

These materials, of course, were the most abundant in the Association of Mages.

Looking at Roland, whose whole body was bubbling with foggy green light, the Association of Mages showed a surprising amount of compliance.

Even the price of magical materials was discounted by fifty percent.

And it was guaranteed to be the top quality batch of materials.

They were smiling obsequiously while discussing matters, and they were just short of asking, “Almighty, would you feel comfortable if I bootlicked like this?”

It was no wonder they were so.

The Mages knew the Mage best… The terrifying source of magic power in the air made them trepid every moment.

With the manpower sorted out and the materials sorted out, it was a natural step to start work.

Roland built some simple magic arrays to transport staff and materials, as well as logistical resources.

For example, meals and other things.

Being able to build a house in a floating city was a rare experience, as well as an honor, for these top architects and sculptors.

So they took their work quite seriously.

Time passed quickly, and shortly after many foundations were laid on the uppermost level of the floating city, Roland was thinking of ways to make the built-in Magic Grid Core of the floating city a little bigger. However, he suddenly felt a powerful divine force coming down from the sky over in the far east.

“A divine descent.” Roland stood up and looked in the direction where the divine power appeared. “Is that the Elf Forest there?”

The Elf Goddess?

Roland froze, then understood who O’Neal and the others were targeting.

Neutral gods.

Neither good nor evil.

In reality, this was only relative; for the elves, the Elf Goddess was certainly a good god.

But for humans, it didn’t mean anything.

She wouldn’t come to invade the human world, but she wouldn’t hold any goodwill toward it either.

That was what neutrality looked like to humans.

“A good target indeed.” Roland nodded.

The players were overwhelmingly from the human alignment, and they wouldn’t have much of a problem if they killed the Elf Goddess’s clone.

At most, they would be red-named for ten or so days or a month, not reaching the level of black leaf.

Besides, the Elf Goddess’s combat power was ranked at the middle level among the gods, not too strong and not too weak. It was a good benchmark to test the strength of the players.

Shortly after waiting for the Elf Goddess’s clone to land on the main plane—about half an hour later—there were suddenly a lot more fluctuations of individuals with special powers.

If the Elf Goddess’s clone was as obvious as a bright moon in the night sky. Then these special-power individuals were the stars next to the bright moon.

Densely packed around the moon.

They must be fighting!

After Roland thought about it and put all the construction workers on the floating city on the ground, he flew the huge floating city high into the sky, and then flew all the way east, spending more than three hours flying from the capital of Fareins to the edge of the Elf Forest.

Since the person being attacked wasn’t the Life, Magic, or Death Goddess, Roland had no desire to join the battle.

But he couldn’t miss out on the drama.

At a height of nearly eight thousand meters, Roland stood at the edge of the floating city, looking down at the very center of the Elf Forest.

There were already high railings built here, so the average person wouldn’t fall off as long as they didn’t do anything reckless.

Besides, Roland could fly, so it was okay to fall.

Because of the distance and the huge purple World Tree in the center of the Elf Forest, which blocked the view, it was impossible to see the situation inside the Elf Forest at all.

Occasional flashes of magic could be seen, though, indicating that there had been a lot of fighting going on inside.

This couldn’t pose as trouble to Roland

He casually threw down dozens of small magic spiders.

A magic spider was extremely light, and when it fell from the air, it was about the same as a piece of paper, so it wouldn’t die.

Once most of the spiders had landed in the forest, they sent valuable images of their vicinity back to Roland.

There was a limit to how far the magic spiders could transmit, but with the support of the huge magic core energy of the floating city, their transmission distance reached a staggering fifteen kilometers or so.

Roland then mobilized his mental power to gather the surrounding white clouds over.

The floating city was wrapped up tightly.

Roland had just gathered all the white clouds when he saw the huge purple World Tree, emitting an amazing purple, magical glow.

A powerful mental power was expanding, surging, and gradually becoming active. “Demigod…” Roland froze. “Is this the World Tree waking up?”