Mages Are Too OP

Pylos looked at the rows of Golden Sons standing outside the walls of the base.

Greene was silent.

They were quite surprised-when did these people finish assembling!

And it was at such a close distance, yet it didn’t catch their attention at all.

It was common knowledge that the more people there were, the noisier they were.

The assembly of several thousand people was extremely noisy.

The Golden Sons, however, proceeded in a surprising state of silence.

If before they had caught the Golden Sons off guard, now it was they who had been surprised by the Golden Sons.

The situation had completely reversed.

“Greene, about how much magic power is left in the golem?” “Two more hours of activity at most,” Greene said slowly. “The extent of the Golden Sons’ stubbornness has completely surpassed our expectations.” They were done for.

Surrounding them were pairs of eyes filled with smugness or derision.

Pylos swept his gaze around, feeling rather uncomfortable, as if he were a circus lion being watched.

He took a small breath, letting the cold desert air soak his lungs. It helped him feel a little more awake. “Greene, I have an idea-let’s surrender.” “Are you kidding me?” Greene snapped his head around to stare at Pylos, an incredulous look in his eyes.

Pained, Pylos rubbed his forehead. “I’m serious. Let’s surrender. Save more seeds and fertilizers for our Spatial Magic Tower—this way, at least we can keep our knowledge alive.”

Greene grunted. “Pylos, I can pretend I didn’t hear that... Do you still have the dignity and honor of a Legendary Mage?” “No.” Pylos shook his head, sounding rather despondent. “We had no dignity left when we took the golem and ambushed a group of people whose average strength was less than Master level, and pushing a little further back in time, our honor was gone when five of us Legends surrounded Roland and couldn’t even take him down.”

Greene was at a loss for words. “Then I order you as Acting Great Elder not to surrender.” Greene snorted, his expression rather displeased.

With a flash of pain in his eyes, Pylos took two steps back as he stared into Greene’s eyes. “Then I’m a renegade of the Spatial Magic Tower from now on.”

“What did you say!”

Greene was filled with shock. He couldn’t believe what he had heard.

Pylos was actually going to abandon the Spatial Magic Tower.

It was ridiculous that the man who claimed to be the most loyal to the Magic Tower said that he was leaving

“I’m going to leave some seeds for the Spatial Magic Tower.” The magic staff in Pylos’s hand was already shimmering. “Greene, as a friend, I have to warn you... the position of the Great Elder is not a comfortable one. It represents responsibility. You are rather timid, which is fine in times of peace, but in times of war like this, you are not suitable to be a Great Elder.”

After speaking, Pylos teleported away from the base.

Watching a Legendary Mage escape, the players froze for a moment, then many pounded their chests in chagrin.

“Sh*t, we let a Legend escape. That’s points and EXP.”

“Cowardly Mage, actually running away. He’s clearly so many levels above us.”

Although the players were furious, they were good at learning their lessons and immediately dumped out a bunch of Dimensional Anchor scrolls.

The layers and layers of Dimensional Anchor were much thicker than the thirty or so layers of Imprisonment just now.

Even Legendary Mages could barely break free of so many magic scrolls with their mental power.

Trapping Greene, the golem, and the other Legendary Mage here made it impossible for them to use spatial magic.

“How dare you lock us up!”

Greene was furious. He had indeed been a wimp before, but now that the Spatial Magic Tower was at stake, how could he possibly continue to be a wimp!

The Spatial Magic Tower was his home.

Even cowards would have endless courage when it came to protecting their homes.

He waved his wand forward. “Everyone, attack to the east and break the siege.”

The intelligent golem took the lead, taking large strides.

It didn’t like to use magic now. It just stomped with its feet or swept away the Golden Sons with large, heavy weapons.

As a gargantuan gold golem, every move consumed a huge amount of energy.

So now it tried not to use magic and instead used physical attacks to strike the enemy.

Kicking away some of the Golden Sons that were in its way, the golem quickly noticed that something was wrong. The tidal wave of Golden Sons bypassed it, ignoring its attacks, and instead lunged directly behind him.

Damn, their target isn’t me, but the Spatial Magic Tower’s Mages. “Continuous Fireball!”

Greene, who was hiding in the group of Mages, immediately used an AOE spell.

With such a spell, he could probably kill hundreds of enemies if they clustered together.

However, Greene and the other Legendary Mage had just sealed Roland with great exertion, and now he only released four fireballs.

At his peak, Greene could release more than ten fireballs at a time.

Four shots of fire exploded in the tidal wave of Golden Sons.

After a moment of confusion, about fifty people were hit. Most of them died and went to respawn, and only a small number of Golden Sons continued to charge, dragging their injured bodies along.

Then a seemingly endless number of Golden Sons clashed with the army of Mages.

“Continuous Fireball.”

“Bone Prison!”

“Group Protection!”

Greene tried to save as many Mages and as many students as he could.

But his power alone was ultimately limited.

The Golden Sons pounced on the spatial Mages, and both sides fought at close quarters.

The army of Mages soon fell back; someone had already cut off the head of an official Mage.

The two sides were in a deadlock, and the Spatial Magic Tower’s formation was slowly retreating.

At this time, Greene didn’t dare to use AOE spells for fear of accidentally injuring one of his own.

But what was the difference between a Legendary Mage who only used single-target spells and an ordinary Mage!

Even if he could take out one Golden Son with a spell, using magic once per second would only kill 60 players a minute, and it would take at least 80 minutes to kill all 5,000 or so Golden Sons.

And this was assuming that his mental power was nearly infinite and that he didn’t need to regenerate magic power.

Right now, he wasn’t as effective as three consecutive spells fired from nine official Mages.

After the army of spatial Mages took out several hundred close-combat Golden Sons, they were finally forced to engage in close combat.

And so the Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower suffered the most dramatic battle of their lives.

First, they came with a strong vengeance, vowing to kill the Golden Sons once and for all

-until they lost their fighting ability and became ordinary people.

And they did succeed... Several thousand Golden Sons were nearly exterminated at their hands.

Then, in less than two hours, they were surrounded by the resurrected Golden Sons.

And now the other side fought back.

They were on an emotional rollercoaster for those two hours.

Anger, joy, confusion, panic-all the highs and lows, like being in love.

The Golden Sons who rushed into the army of Mages all had rather excited expressions. Not eagerness to fight, but a sort of frenzy that seemed to come from accomplishing some kind of goal or mission.

They were fanatical to the point of taking a single person down regardless of their own lives.

They blew apart the lower body and hands of a Warrior-looking Golden Son.

But he still didn’t give up, using his bleeding arms to move on the ground with great difficulty, dragging his white-red guts, slowly crawling forward, taking advantage of the chaotic battle between the two sides to creep up to the feet of a Mage before biting viciously into him.

The Mage stomped his feet in pain, and after several failed attempts to shake off the Golden Son, he tried to blast the Golden Son with spells.

However, just when he had materialized his spell, another Golden Son rushed to his side and stabbed him in the heart with a longsword.

After a few tremors, this Mage was silent and fell to the ground. “Got one, I took one out, got ten points!”

This Golden Son raised his sword and shouted wildly. He looked mad.

Too damn arrogant.

Greene then directly blasted him into pieces with Prismatic Spray.

But he still kept that excited smile on his face before he died.

Situations like this kept happening.

It wasn’t long before more than forty Mages had left to see the god of the underworld.

Even Greene couldn’t save them; after all, the Golden Sons were all over the place, on all sides, and they pounced on them with frantic and strange cries.

Greene could indeed use large magic barriers to protect everyone.

But what good could it do?

In their crazed state, the Golden Sons would just surround the barrier and keep attacking.

They’d attack until the barrier shattered, at which point it was just as likely that the Golden Sons would kill them.

Greene sent a lunging Golden Son flying with an ice cone, then twisted around and swung down forcefully with both hands, blowing the head off another Golden Son trying to ambush him. He wiped at the blood on his face, then shouted to the distant intelligent golem, “Barton, don’t try to preserve your magic power, try to block the Golden Sons. Don’t let too many of them over. I’ll replenish you with my sacrificial magic.”

After shouting, Greene pointed at the dead spatial Mage beside him, and the corpse dried up rapidly as a blue energy mass formed in the air, and then under his control, it flew toward the golem not far away and into its huge head.

This sacrificial spell was rather evil, and under normal circumstances, Greene wouldn’t use it.

But the situation was critical now, and he couldn’t care so much about purity.

After being replenished with energy, the golem immediately became “fierce.”

The air around its entire body distorted once more, and then he pulled out the huge sword of fine gold behind his back and began to spin it.

Not long after, the death tornado appeared again.

The range was so great that it instantly blocked the players’ attack from the walls.

Players approaching were swept up in the whirlwind and suffocated.

To get around the walls would inevitably waste a lot of time.

Seeing this, Greene sighed in relief.

Greene and the Mages easily purged dozens of Golden Sons, who could not replenish their numbers, around them.

Then he said, “Let’s retreat to the opposite side. Barton will protect our back and stop the Golden Sons.”

The Mages were relieved and ecstatic.

Finally, they could retreat.

But just then, Greene suddenly looked up, the darkness of the night covering the distance and making it impossible to see what lay ahead.

However, there was an extreme amount of magic power coalescing. Then a huge bright blue light appeared in the darkness, expanding rapidly, and soon, it became a blue sun.

The sun in the night.