Mages Are Too OP Chapter 613 – Men from the Nether God Church

Chapter 613 Men from the Nether God Church

Roland hadn’t expected it to be so easy to find out about the True Ancestor.

He couldn’t help but continue to ask, “Where is the vampires’ True Ancestor?”

“Just south of us in Portree, living in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss,” said the elf Anlor with a shrug. “I know you’re all probably interested in the number two beauty of the Netherworld, but she’s really no woman for the average man to handle. The average man would be lucky to stand in front of her and not turn into a torturay.”

Torturay was this world’s version of simp.

Roland was a little surprised. “The number two beauty?”

“Here in the Netherworld, who dares to claim the number one spot except for the Nether God?” said Anlor with a matter-of-fact expression as he threw up his hands.

Right, this is indeed a matter that needs to be taken seriously. Roland asked again, “Is Ten Thousand Stones Abyss a place name, or a city?”

“It’s a city.” In the residential area, Anlor pointed to the five small houses side by side in front of him. “These five stone houses are yours, and after two or three days, your residence permits will be released. Also, please remember one thing… Portree is a city that pursues peace. No matter how powerful you are, do not make a move in the city, or we will have to resort to violent means.”

“Understood.” Roland nodded.

Placing five keys in Roland’s hands, Anlor turned to leave.

Roland stretched his hand forward. “Here, choose your own.”

His friends each chose a random key from his hand and opened their own small stone houses.

The interior was probably only about thirty square feet in size, with only one floor, and held a sheet of stone like a bed stove and a stone shelf put together with strips of stone that seemed to be for holding clothing.

It was really… barren. There wasn’t even wood, and not only were the houses made of stone, but even the furniture was stone.

What was even more outrageous was that there wasn’t even much stone furniture.

They finished looking at their own houses and gathered in Roland’s stone house afterward.

Li Lin sighed. “These small stone houses are not as good as the temporary shelters you made out of magic, Roland. Why do we have to buy a house in a place like this, it doesn’t make sense.”

“We have to have identities so we can move around here,” Roland explained. “Our quest is a long-term type at first glance, and if we have identities, we can avoid a lot of trouble.”

Li Lin hummed a response and nodded to show that he understood.

At this moment, there were lots of pop-up comments in the livestream.

“This Warrior doesn’t look too smart.”

“Berserkers don’t have brains.”

“The values in the game do affect some of your actions. I chose to be a Mage in the game and with 9 points of Intelligence growth, it’s easy to remember things, but when I return to reality, I don’t have that good of a memory.”

“Of course, I’m overpowered in the game and weak in reality.”

“A Berserker’s Intelligence growth is usually only 5, and then if the permanent skill Bloodrush is on, it reduces the current Intelligence by another 2 points, so… now a Berserker’s current Intelligence cap won’t exceed 7 even if he’s at Master level.”

“No wonder.”

Roland had now completely forgotten that he was still on the air, and in fact, so had Schuck.

It was normal that they would forget about it since they didn’t livestream often.

Roland thought for a moment and said, “Let’s gather information about the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss later, as well as about the vampires. I’ll give you guys Unhindered Communication for nearly thirty hours, and contact in the guild system if you have news,

got it?”

The other four expressed they understood.

The four then dispersed.

Roland wandered around this city blindly, attracting the attention of many people.

It was because his clothes were too new and too beautiful.

Even the local mayor usually wore linen robes, and Roland even exchanged five sets of ordinary clothes for five houses.

They were small houses, but it could be seen that the stone houses in the city were a place for the middle-class to live.

Although many people were eyeing him, no one dared to do anything reckless. After all, Roland was a Mage, and the concentration of magic power on his body was quite strong, obviously above the Master level. A Mage of this level was already quite strong and had a Magic Shield, and would be far more troublesome than a Warrior of the same level. No one would want to antagonize such a Mage.

Roland was a little helpless after meandering for four hours.

The news that could be collected in the tavern had reached its limit. After all, the people of this city hadn’t been out much, and the world outside the city was too scary; one might encounter robbers and Soul Gatherers were floating around at every turn.

If one was unlucky enough to encounter these things, nine times out of then they’d die in the wilderness.

As Roland and the others wandered around the city, the mayor of Portree attended to four special guests.

“Isabella, what winds blew you here?” The mayor looked at the elven woman in front of him with a glowing face. “You came just in time. I received a few new sets of clothes. I’ll bring them out for you.”

“No need.” The elven woman, also dressed in linen but beautiful and bearing a cold temperament, waved her hand. “This visit is about something important.”

The mayor sighed. “Okay, go ahead.” “One of our Nether God’s clones was destroyed outside the city.”

The mayor’s eyes widened. “Who is it that’s so powerful?”

“We are not sure, but we found the location of the incident based on the fluctuations left behind by the clone and found that the person who destroyed the clone had even taken all the light feathers.” The elven woman’s face grew colder. “That’s going too far, and no matter who dared to do so, this has been seen as a provocation to the Nether God Church.”

The mayor was lost in thought.

“Looks like you know something?”

“We have five from other realms in town, is it possible that they did this?” the mayor said after some thought.

“Take me to them.” The elven woman quirked an eyebrow. “Can you?” “Of course, no problem. Anlor, take Isabella to those five new friends.” After shouting outside, the mayor looked at the elven woman and said expectantly, “Isabella, since you’ve come here, when this is over, go home and have a meal. Your mother misses you and I haven’t seen you for a long time. Even the Nether God Church doesn’t forbid affection,

right?”

Isabella looked at the mayor for a moment and finally nodded slightly.

The mayor smiled. “I only tried on two sets of clothes, the fabric is really nice. The remaining two sets are for you, and the last one is for your mother.”

At this time, Anlor came in, and Isabella said slowly, “Is it okay to ask Mother make some dried meat soup?” “No problem at all.” The mayor was about to jump up and down with joy.

Anlor then left with Isabella and the three others who had been silent.

…Leaving the mayor still giggling in the room. After another four hours, Roland hadn’t gathered any better information. The rumors about the vampire’s True Ancestor were all the same.

The second most beautiful woman in the Netherworld.

Black hair and dark golden eyes.

Living in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, followed by countless bats.

Wait!

Looks like we’ll have to find time to take a trip to the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss. Honestly, Roland was trying to gather more information before going to the opponent’s lair.

It was too reckless to rush over without knowing anything.

Even if players didn’t die, the heartache of losing EXP once would kill them.

Since he couldn’t gather any better information, he went back to the house to rest and browse the forums only to find that in front of his house, five people were waiting.

Anlor, who had brought them here, and four religious people wearing black linen robes.

Roland’s eyes swept over these people. Apart from Anlor, there was an elven beauty and three humans with worn looks on their faces.

The expressions of the elven beauty and the other three humans didn’t seem too friendly.

Roland was ready to fight. But he still asked, “What, Mr. Anlor, you brought people here… to see me?” “They are the ones who want to find you.” Anlor stepped to the side while giving a sideways glance, indicating that the elven woman was one who was in charge.

Roland’s eyes fell on the female elf, Isabella.

“What is it you want from me, pretty lady?”

“It’s you!” Isabella slowly drew out the long sword at her waist. “The smell of our Gatherer remains on you.”

Roland’s reaction speed was quite fast.

The other person was religious, said the word Gatherer, and was hostile.

It was reasonable to assume that the other party was a follower of the Nether God Church. He had just “killed” a Soul Gatherer and he didn’t expect the other side to come to his door so quickly.

“The Soul Gatherer was trying to drag my soul away.” Roland stepped back slowly, his robes beginning to bulge slowly, and after five steps back, his robes were fluttering loudly. “Does that mean that there’s no reasonable self-defense?”

Listening to Roland’s rhetorical question, Isabella felt her body stiffen a little.

She was not shocked by Roland’s words, but by Roland’s terrifying magic power.

The Soul Gatherer had a weakness. Even if one wasn’t a professional, as long as they closed their eyes and emptied their mind when they encountered the Soul Gatherer, they could easily be immune to the Soul Gatherer’s mental spells.

At the same time, taking a long weapon and swinging it around would easily take out the Soul Gatherer.

This weakness was known to many, but not many people in the entire Netherworld would dare to kill the Soul Gatherers; after all, this was the territory of the Nether God.

They had to give her some face.

However, a Soul Gatherer was indeed killed and its light feathers were taken away.

She thought Roland had only taken out the Soul Gatherer through trickery, but when she saw this terrifying magic power, she knew she was out of luck.

“You’re trying to start a war with the Nether God Church?” Isabella roared. “Facing us with murderous intent?”

Roland laughed coldly. “You’ve drawn your sword, but you won’t allow me to make some preparations?”

He had already decided to just fire an Inferior Fireball and blast the neighborhood away whenever the other side dared to make a move.

Anyone religious was more bigoted.

Him and the others getting rid of a Soul Gatherer, in the view of outsiders, was just self-defense and shouldn’t be a problem.

But in the eyes of religious people, this was wrong.

God wants to kill you, and you dare to resist?

Why don’t you just lie down and wait to get stabbed!

Looking at Roland’s appearance, the three humans behind Isabella immediately scattered and surrounded Roland in a triangle formation.