Mages Are Too OP - Chapter 725 - Love and Hate Have No Boundaries

 

Roland was the kind of player who desperately tried to raise his magic power cap.

 

In his opinion, the amount of MP could decide the outcome of a battle.

 

Of course… level, equipment, and other factors were all important.

 

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But both magic penetration and magic defensive abilities could be achieved with more magic power.

 

In other words, with enough magic power, he would be invincible.

 

That was the main idea.

 

This was also the simplest and most practical school of thought.

 

Strong fundamentals, high attributes, and specially optimized attack and defense spells…

 

Spells that could accommodate more magic power were his idea of future growth.

 

It was easier said than done.

 

Magic power was an attribute that wasn’t easily stacked.

 

But once it was pushed up, the results were obvious.

 

So when a dozen huge Hands of Magic floated down and the ice domain formed at an extremely fast pace, a subtle resonance of magic power had formed around Roland.

 

This allowed him to use spells more efficiently.

 

A lightning bolt struck at him.

 

Jabezo wasn’t a fool, and his attack was sent out when Roland spread his domain.

 

The greenish-purple lightning bolt was like a long and deadly flinging whip, licking at Roland’s Magic Shield but unable to enter.

 

The sound of electricity echoed, and the air was filled with a scorching smell.

 

Roland didn’t care as he controlled the Hands of Magic, forming a circle around Jabezo before countless fists hammered into Jabezo like a terrifying rainstorm.

 

The pounding sounds, being so dense, even turned into one loud sound similar to surging waves.

 

At the same time, the ice domain formed a layer of frost on the ground and froze Jabezo along with his shield.

 

The dozen or so Hands of Magic came too fast and were striking from above in a circle, making it impossible for Jabezo to fly upward.

 

Feeling his Magic Shield vibrate slightly, Jabezo looked at the dozen or so huge Hands of Magic with some confusion.

 

He had never seen such a spell beforewasn’t Hand of Magic used for holding keys, opening doors, and lifting light objects?

 

The fierce attacks of these dozen Hands of Magic struck with more force than his Chain Lightning.

 

F**king hell.

 

What has happened to the magic world in the last few hundred years?

 

Had the magic world, which he hadn’t come in contact with in the past fifty years, changed so much?

 

He immediately cast another kind of spell, and a dozen Arcane Bullets with a long, blue tail flame hit Roland’s Magic Shield, and only caused some subtle ripples.

 

“What a hard shield.” Jabezo was a bit puzzled. “Is this guy really a Master Mage?”

 

Although he now had only Master-level strength, he was after all a former Demigod, a strong man who dared to contend for the Divine Spark with Mystra.

 

And now he couldn’t deal with a young Master Mage?

 

It was almost inconceivable.

 

Even if his strength had declined, he was still a former Demigod and had controlled half of the natural law… Although it was still eventually taken away by Mystra in the form of coalescing the Divine Spark, he still managed to benefit greatly from it.

 

All of his attack spells had decent penetration.

 

However, now they couldn’t penetrate the shield of a Master Mage?

 

This was outrageous.

 

He frowned slightly.

 

At the same time, he increased the power output.

 

The Chain Lightning was thicker, longer, and brighter.

 

And Roland did the same thing. Prismatic Spray, Arcane Bullets, and Teleportation were all used.

 

His biggest advantage was that he had extremely high magic power and a super-fast regeneration rate. Dragging Jabezo into a protracted war was the tactic Roland had developed.

 

Now it succeeded.

 

Both sides blasted magic at each other from a distance of thirty meters.

 

In reality, Mages fighting each other was not quite appealing.

 

Especially Mages like Roland and Jabezo. They almost had no weaknesses and just dealt damage without moving. Both sides had extremely high magic power control, high magic power capacity, and the ability to cast spells quickly.

 

They weren’t one of those academic Mages raised in a hothouse at the Spatial Magic

 

Tower.

 

It wasn’t that academic Mages were bad. When these people progressed, their research capabilities would be superb and they could probably make a virtual Divine Spark.

 

But the precondition was that they progressed.

 

The two were in a heated exchange of blows.

 

Magic of all colors flew around, accompanied by the rumbling of explosions.

 

In this head-to-head combat situation, even Roland didn’t have enough time to muster up the extra magic power to use his ultimate spell, the Blue Inferior Fireball.

 

And it was the same with Jabezo, who could barely find the time to use more powerful spells.

 

The two sides had been fighting for more than half an hour, and the place where the two were standing had been blasted flat in a radius of at least five meters.

 

It was chaos around them, two incongruous states of frost and scorched earth mixed.

 

Roland’s ice domain was still gradually expanding

 

At this time, Jabezo was already a little out of breath.

 

Unlike Roland… though he was a Demigod, after his strength dropped to the Master level, his magic power also followed.

 

And his body hadn’t fully recovered. Mystra was the Goddess of Magic after all.

 

Although Jabezo had been awake for nearly fifty years, he still hadn’t fully dispelled the seal on himself.

 

Besides, he didn’t have the heart to remove it. Most of his time was spent enjoying life. He thought Mystra probably wouldn’t find him.

 

However, he made a mistake.

 

More than half an hour had passed now and he was already feeling tired, but across from him, Roland was still relaxed and at ease.

 

And this was certainly the reality; Roland had at least sixty percent of his magic power left, while Jabezo was already at about thirty percent.

 

Even the latter’s Magic Shield was already failing.

 

It was about to break.

 

If this continued, he would definitely lose.

 

Jabezo even felt incredulous. How much magic power does this kid have left?

 

At this moment, he let out a deep breath and changed the form of his Magic Shield to block the front as a giant shield pushed it out with his mental power.

 

Countless Arcane Bullets, as well as small normal fireballs, blasted at this giant Magic Shield.

 

A large number of white cracks began to appear on the giant shield from the explosions.

 

Originally, he didn’t want to use this move. After all, with the body of a Demigod, being forced to this point by a Master, it was truly humiliating.

 

But he couldn’t care so much now.

 

Jabezo pointed at Roland before his Magic Shield shattered.

 

There was a creepy sneer on his face.

 

“Mage’s Disjunction!”

 

With Roland at the center, all magic instantly disappeared.

 

Whether it was the Arcane Bullets in flight or the huge shield that was about to shatter…

 

The Magic Shield on Roland’s body turned into pieces of crumbs and fell to the ground like an eggshell that had touched a stone.

 

Then a pink shimmer suddenly appeared on his body, canceling out part of the effect of the Mage’s Disjunction.

 

Thanks to Mystra’s blessing, there was no damage to the magic equipment on his body.

 

But his expression was somewhat grave now.

 

Because he still had no way to use magic.

 

All the magic elements around him were emptied by Mage’s Disjunction.

 

A magic vacuum was formed.

 

It felt like living on Earth.

 

Roland subconsciously shook his hand, then looked up at the opposite side. “Isn’t Mage’s Disjunction a single-target spell? Doesn’t it have a very small range of effect? Yours has a super-large range of effect.” “I was once a Demigod, isn’t it reasonable to have a unique skill?”

 

Slowing his ragged breath, Jabezo laughed rather smugly. “Without magic power, how will you fight me?”

 

“Aren’t you the same?” Roland asked rhetorically.

 

“Don’t treat me like those losers who never train their bodies.” Jabezo jumped from side to side, clenched his hands into fists, and took a stance similar to a boxer. “As a noble, I have practiced both swordplay and boxing, which was a mandatory course for nobles in our time.”

 

“I see.” Roland quietly watched him shift from side to side.

 

“Let me tell you one thing, this wide-ranged Mage’s Disjunction only lasts five minutes.” Jabezo smiled smugly. “This is a special spell optimized by me, with its own Imprisonment effect. You can’t escape within these five minutes. So, either you kill me, or I get killed by you.”

 

Looking at the arrogant Jabezo, Roland laughed lightly.

 

“Then it will be as you wish.”

 

With a slight lowering of his body, Roland launched himself with both feet and rushed in front of Jabezo at an extremely fast and exaggerated speed. This was followed by a side leg whip with a sonic boom.

 

As expected of someone who had trained before, Jabezo instinctively reacted by shielding his head with his hands.

 

But after being whipped by this kick, his hands were like rubber, bent and deformed, and then his whole body was swept several meters to the left, rolling several times.

 

At this moment, he was lying on the ground with a miserable expression, looking at the sky. He froze at first and then felt the intense pain flooding his entire body. He didn’t even have time to feel the pain before he hacked out a mouthful of blood.

 

With this leg whip from Roland, half of the bones in the left side of Jabezo’s body, along with the bones in his hands, were broken.

 

Several broken ribs plunged into his lungs, as well as his heart.

 

If he had the magic power, he could instantly cast healing to save his own life.

 

But sadly, he dispelled the magic himself with the Mage’s Disjunction.

 

“You’re a… Magic Swordsman?”

 

With a large amount of blood froth in his mouth, Jabezo speech had become quite incoherent.

 

Roland walked over and shook his head. “No. A pure Mage.” “That’s… impossible!”

 

“Because I have a Legendary partner.” Roland snickered.

 

The Tough Body obtained from Andonara because of the equality contract played a great role at this time. Relying on this special Legendary specialty, Roland was able to survive under the industrial vise of Andonara. One could imagine how powerful this specialty was.

 

All-around fortification of the flesh.

 

Besides, Andonara practiced and sparred with Roland in sword arts.

 

So Roland had quite a bit of experience in melee combat.

 

Of course, Roland lost badly, both in bed and out of bed, and never won.

 

“Well, it’s time for you to die.” Roland walked up to Jabezo and said, “Any last words?”

 

“You are willing to be Mystra’s lapdog… Why? Where is your dignity… as a Mage?” Jabezo was still trying to talk his way out.

 

Roland said indifferently, “Putting Mystra’s matter aside, you deserve to die for killing over a hundred people.”

 

“I see!” A red hue appeared on Jabezo’s face, which was a sign of the setting sun, and his voice became strong and normal. “Seeing that we’re both Mages, I beg you for one thing.”

 

“Speak. I will listen to the request before deciding whether to promise you anything or

 

not.”

 

“Spare my family.” Jabezo moved his head to indicate that he had something inside his magic robe. “I carry with me my magic insights, a manual written for over thirty years, which should be of great value to you.” Roland sneered, “I can take it from your body just as well if you’re dead.”

 

“There is a magic lock.” Jabezo smiled with difficulty. “I don’t have much time—swear.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Roland used his mental power to communicate and pray to the God of Contracts.

 

“I swear that I will spare Jabezo’s family after I get his magic insights.”

 

A blue transparent balance scale appeared between the two, and then slowly disappeared again.

 

“It’s done.” Jabezo laughed lightly. “The magic lock is simple. Use the pink flowers of the meadow as ink, then mix it with lightning magic, and finally dip the book into the ink… By the way, can you bury my corpse in this place, I don’t want the old woman to see…”

 

Jabezo’s eyes gradually closed.

 

In less than ten seconds, there was no more sound.

 

Roland waited in place for a moment, and when the Mage’s Disjunction had worn off, he searched the dead man’s body with a small Hand of Magic and took out the magic manual.

 

The manual was not soaked with blood because Jabezo had made it waterproof.

 

Roland then used Stone to Mud and was about to sink Jabezo into the ground for burial, but he suddenly turned around and looked back.

 

Not much later, an old woman slowly walked

 

over.

 

Jabezo’s wife.

 

The old woman with gray hair. She walked over calmly, clutching the black jug that Jabezo had thrown away earlier.

 

Roland frowned.

 

This old woman saw the body of Jabezo, and she slowly walked over to him and touched his smooth and lifeless face, tears in her eyes.

 

Roland looked at her quietly.

 

“Will you let me take his body home?” The old woman turned her head and looked at Roland.

 

Her expression was calm, without a hint of hatred.

 

Roland was silent for a moment before he asked, “The other day when you said to Jabezo that you wanted red wine, you were actually saying it to me on purpose, weren’t

 

you?”

 

Without that statement, Roland would never have suspected Beckrum.

 

So it was fair to say that it was this old woman who betrayed Jabezo.

 

“So his real name was Jabezo?” said the old woman slowly, as she arranged her husband’s remains and wiped the beads of blood from his face. “Fifty-one years of marriage before I knew his real name. But I think Beckrum is a much better name.”

 

“Why did you reveal that to me? Isn’t he your husband? Weren’t you two in love?”

 

The old woman didn’t say anything, but a faint magic reaction began to appear in her body.

 

Soon, a whirlwind wrapped around the two of them.

 

A woman and a corpse, slowly floating up.

 

Although this old woman could use divine magic, she wasn’t really strong.

 

“Because I’m a storm priestess.” With a pained expression, this old woman muttered, “It is our duty to eradicate evil. In my opinion, Beckrum was really nice, but for some reason, I felt the aura of evil in him getting heavier and heavier. I have never been able to figure it out. Until six months ago, on a whim, I took the wine I had been drinking and offered it to the Goddess of Storms—then a divine message came down saying that he was a devil.” “So you killed him for justice?”

 

“I didn’t want to kill him, he was the man I loved most, my husband. But the Goddess told me to kill him; she said he had to die! For all the wrong he had done.”

 

Roland asked curiously, “So, I’m a little bit curious. Did you give your husband away to me for the sake of justice, or did you just obey the goddess’s holy will?” “Both.”

 

“He only killed to help extend your life.”

 

“So I love him and hate him. Why did he secretly give me those drinks?” Two streaks of tears flowed down the old woman’s face. “I followed the goddess’s teachings all my life, staying chaste, doing good, and not fighting with people. Originally, I was able to enter the divine realm, but now, my soul has become unclean and the gates of the divine realm have been closed to me. I hope that his death will make the goddess forgive the stain on me. Cora Tonasi!”

 

Carried by the whirlwind, the grieving old woman held back her sobs and disappeared into the distance with her husband’s body.

 

Leaving behind the pain of love and hate.

 

Roland sighed and teleported back to Delpon with a flip of his cloak.