Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 583 The Golden Sons Never Feel Bad About Fighting For Money

At this point, there were over 20,000 players in Wetland City who had already tried to find a way to get to the Spatial Magic Tower, but there were still a large number of players rushing toward Wetland City.

After all, this was the first city that players truly owned, and almost all the player guilds chose to set up their headquarters here.

A large number of casual players had settled here and formed various industrial chains.

For example, weapon manufacturing, defensive gear manufacturing, ore transportation, magic material transportation, and so on.

The place where Morton had appeared just happened to be above Fatter Cat’s headquarters.

Fatter Cat was relatively low-key. Although there were a decent number of people—three hundred or so—their guild objective was to play the game happily. Unlike most guilds fighting for the title of the strongest on the entire server, they preferred casual play; the players in the guild either loved scenery or exploring

A guild like this naturally couldn’t have a high profile.

But… this didn’t mean that this guild had poor combat power.

On the contrary, this kind of guild would be much more cohesive than the average combat-oriented guild.

So when the logistics head let out a roar, the players of Fatter Cat subconsciously threw out all the inventory they had in their hands.

The magical glow was extremely bright as a dozen Dimensional Anchors stacked together in the air. If Morton had only been noticed by Fatter Cat earlier, the entire city now saw this glow.

And when Morton was in this glow, the unusually conspicuous dark red health bar above his head was as obvious as the moon in the dark of night.

After a brief hesitation, roars of surprise rang out almost at the same time.

Then there was the sound of a large number of weapons being unsheathed.

More Dimensional Anchor scrolls were then thrown out, and in less than ten seconds, at least forty Dimensional Anchors were stacked around Morton.

Because it was the same spell, it could be stacked almost infinitely.

It was like throwing dry cement powder into a reservoir over and over again.

It would get stickier and stickier, or rather, stronger and stronger.

The effects of the Dimensional Anchor scrolls varied in strength, and Morton could still break free with his mental power no matter how strong the previous dozen Dimensional Anchor scrolls were. But now, in a short time, more than forty Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown over; even if he was the strongest spatial Mage on the main plane, he would not be able to break the “net” laid by more than forty Dimensional Anchor scrolls.

He looked around, and a large number of Golden Sons shrieked and came charging forward with weapons raised.

The whole city was bustling with howls of excitement.

Even for an elite like Morton, when he saw that the streets were densely packed with people rushing toward him and many of the lithe Golden Sons were jumping onto the roofs along the streets and then began to draw their bows and mount their arrows… In this instant, Morton seemed to see a swarm of insects in the realm of devils.

In all directions, oily, black, dense, endless little things were coming at him.

He subconsciously shivered and roared, “Alfred, how dare you lie to me!”

As soon as these words sounded, he saw countless arrows shooting at him from the front and back.

It was as if heavy rain was pouring down continuously.

Activating his Magic Shield, Morton flew upward with all his might, and although he avoided most of the arrows, at least a hundred of them hit his shield.

He was a Legend after all; his Magic Shield strength was high, and the hundred or so arrows did not pose any threat to him at all. After rising to a certain level, he pointed downward. “Fallen Meteor.”

A huge flaming meteor fell from the sky, clearly visible even in daylight.

Tens of thousands of players below screamed at the sight.

“Crap, this boss is too ruthless. He’s trying to smash our home.”

“Who can stop this meteor?”

“Damn, let him blow it up. We’ll build it again at worst. Don’t let the boss get away.”

“Idiots at the foot of the boss, run. The fire meteor’s landing point is where you are.”

Many players who were already in the fire meteor’s landing point tried to run out, but there were too many players flooding toward the boss at the same time for them to back up, so they simply cast their most powerful long-range attacks toward Morton before they died.

The huge fire meteor left a long flaming trail before it smashed down on the ground.

All the buildings in the city shook. A small mushroom cloud rose and an ear-splitting explosion spread, accompanied by a huge gust of air.

At the center of the crash, at least three hundred or more players were directly charred in the explosion, and about a hundred more were killed by the explosion’s flames and gust. A single fire meteor caused a deep crater of about four hundred square meters.

The pitch-black crater and the black smoke that rose in curls illustrated the terrifying power of this spell.

The buildings around the deep crater collapsed in large numbers.

A level-five group attack spell like this could cause a huge panic in any city or country.

Morton withdrew his fingers and looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. He thought that after seeing such a terrifying sight even the Golden Sons would be afraid.

After all, not everyone was as crazy as Roland.

Then, the next second, he was locked on by more arrows and spells.

Looking at the arrows that rose like a black cloud, Morton’s expression froze, and then he urgently rose into the air.

Even if his Magic Shield was hard, he didn’t want to bear such a large number of arrows head-on.

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Not to mention that these arrows were shot by professionals; they could be quite powerful.

After rising a little higher, only a few arrows could barely reach him. Morton felt a little safer, and then the next second, all sorts of debuff spells were being applied to him.

Weakening, strength reduction, energy siphon, and so on.

That wasn’t all; at some point, a group of girls suddenly appeared outside the city, all of them on white horses—two were even on unicorns.

They waved their hands, and a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, heading over as densely as a nimbus cloud.

Seeing this scene, Morton couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

These Golden Sons on the ground were so fearless that they gave him a headache.

He didn’t leave because none of them seemed to be able to fly and couldn’t threaten him, and also his Legendary status made him reluctant to run away when there wasn’t much danger.

But when a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, that was a different story. “Damn it.” Morton finally felt that the situation was a bit troublesome.

He took a deep breath and began to fly outside the city, intending to leave the range of the Dimensional Anchors and teleport away again.

However, seeing him move away, many of the faster players followed suit.

They also threw Dimensional Anchor scrolls near Morton from time to time.

Watching Dimensional Anchors unfold around him, Morton felt quite annoyed.

How were these Golden Sons so rich? They had probably thrown almost a hundred Dimensional Anchor scrolls up till now.

Even if this was as cheap as it could be, it would still cost a gold coin.

In other words, just by throwing the Dimensional Anchor scrolls, these Golden Sons had thrown away more than a hundred gold coins.

How could they be so wasteful?

In reality, Morton didn’t know that the vast majority of the Dimensional Anchor scrolls in the hands of the players were produced in Wetland City. Betta hadn’t learned much magic at the Red Magic Tower, but just a handful of magic scroll making abilities. He could produce scrolls in large quantities at a low cost of only about thirty silver coins per Dimensional Anchor scroll.

Also, he was the mayor of Wetland City; it was quite easy to recruit a large number of NPC workers and build a production chain here. From soup to nuts, material acquisition, scroll making, and selling.

So all guilds would acquire magic scrolls from Betta, whether it was for Dimensional Anchor or Language Proficiency, and they would always have some stock in their guild warehouse.

This was also the main source of income for the government agencies in Wetland City.

In short, Wetland City didn’t have much of anything except magic scrolls right now.

Because of the ability to teleport, the spatial Mages didn’t have to research deeply into flight magic.

As long as the spell allowed flight and had decent speed, it would do. But no matter how fast, could it be more impressive than Teleportation?

So Morton’s flight speed was only about 18 meters per second.

Not slow, but not fast either.

Seeing him flying toward the outer city, the pitch-black sea of players ran after him.

While running, some people cast debuffs and threw Dimensional Anchor scrolls. But running was ultimately not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground were going to be left behind. Seeing that Morton was about to leave the confines of Dimensional Anchor, the players got a little anxious and shouted.

“The boss is going to escape. He’ll teleport when he is out of the range of Dimensional Anchor. Who has a way to restrain him?”

“Damn, how come every boss is so good at running, the dark angel was like that and this one too.”

“Tie the scrolls to the arrows and shoot them.”

“Good idea.”

Among the players, there were still some with clever ideas, and as soon as this was shouted, there were immediately players with fast reflexes that did so. Seeing the boundary of the Dimensional Anchor right before him, Morton was delighted. He was about to fly out, but he suddenly saw that several very different “big-headed arrows” flew past him and then blossomed into a transparent pattern of light.

Several more Dimensional Anchors unfolded around Morton.

Morton froze at first, then the veins on his head bulged out.

What the f*** is wrong with these Golden Sons, spending so many resources to keep me around. Are they crazy or what?

Is it necessary to do this?

Just when he was annoyed, there was a wave of fluttering sounds from behind him, and he turned around to find a large number of flying summoned beasts.

At this moment, with a stifled breath in his chest, he saw the flying summoned beasts diving toward him and said angrily, “Get the hell out of here.”

With his roar, a giant whirlwind took shape, moving toward the beasts at great speed and churning up the airflow over a wide area, sucking a large group of flying beasts directly into it and twisting them into a sky of bloody debris.

Several players were also caught up in it, following the tornado as it disappeared into the distance.

Seeing that the flying summoned beasts had disappeared, Morton snorted, seemingly a little smug.

Then he turned around and continued. He didn’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to shake off these brutes who were running on the ground while he was flying in the air.

Just as he was thinking this, a sudden, strange rumbling came from behind him.

He looked back and saw several strange wooden birds following him, and in front of the left and right wings of these strange wooden birds, there was a rotating wind blade, which looked like two transparent discs when they spun.

Morton froze. What the hell is this?

Not to mention Morton, almost all of the players froze.

It wasn’t surprising that human-powered planes could keep up with Morton’s flight, but… the players had a different perspective.

These human-powered planes had double-layered left and right wings, which made the wings a bit stronger and ensured that they wouldn’t just fall apart even if the materials weren’t quite up to snuff.

However… a player was hanging on the lower wing.

This player hooked their legs upside down on the lower wing and then drew their bow and shot an arrow upside down.

After shooting an arrow, they took out another one from their Backpack.

A dozen planes came chasing, each with a bowman hanging upside down on the left and right wings.

All kinds of multi-shot arrows and guided arrows flew across the sky.

The atmosphere was like the MiG Alley.

“Is this the legendary human-powered intelligent self-targeting machine gun?”

The players were shocked.

Which guild’s players were they, knowing how to play so well? Outside the city, the Phoenix Guild’s girls chased after Morton on their horses, and they naturally saw the dozen or so “combo” planes in the air.

“These men are such children. It’s a wonder they thought of such playful tricks.”

“Men are children until they die, and this game just amplifies their childishness.”

While these two girls were talking, a dozen planes soon caught up with Morton and tailed him closely.

Morton was being shot at non-stop by two dozen archers, and the Magic Shield behind him clanged repeatedly. It didn’t break his defenses for now but distracted him to no end.

With a roar, he turned around and instantly fired an air cannonball.

The planes behind them reacted extremely quickly, scattering at once, and one even performed a roll.

Then the two players hanging below the wings were miserable, like two rocks on a sling, pulled straight left and right into a straight line, spinning in a circle as the plane turned.

At the same time, a mournful scream was heard even on the ground.

So pitiful!

Of course, some particular players expressed a different view.

“It’s so cool to watch. It’s even better than riding on a rollercoaster. I want to try it so badly.”

The planes spread out and encircled Morton, while the “human machine cannons” shot out an occasional Dimensional Anchor that continued to block Morton’s ability to teleport.

“These crooked ways, these damn flies.” Morton pointed at one of the nearest flying human-powered planes. “Mage’s Disjunction.”

In his mind, this kind of thing that could fly into the air must be some kind of very special magic machine.

As for why their magic power couldn’t be felt, a magic array that masked the magic power should have been used, giving this particular flying magic machine the ability to conduct stealthy reconnaissance.

But any object that was made out of magic would lose its ability to fly even if it didn’t fall apart under Mage’s Disjunction.

However, to his surprise, not only did the flying magic machine not fall apart after being hit by Mage’s Disjunction, it was actually able to continue flying.

Could it be that Mage’s Disjunction failed?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a certain Golden Son hanging beneath the magic machine scream, sounding rather alarmed.

This person’s entire set of magic equipment was dispersed into magical elements.

He became nude.

A long fleshy maggot fluttered alluringly with the strong wind; it was quite magical. And disgusting!