Mages Are Too OP (WN)

Chapter 623 Don’t Make Such a Scene

Death was a concern in all planes and all worlds. Where there was life, there was death. Death was inevitable, even for the gods.

But nobody wanted to die abruptly; they wanted to die of old age on a bed surrounded by their children and grandchildren.

So… They would not hesitate to worship a god that could save them from deadly accidents.

Not just Ryan, even his teammates in black were also looking at Roland, eager for an explanation.

Roland shrugged. “As far as I know, he’s the only person in the entire Church of Light who has this special ability!”

“The Favored!” Ryan couldn’t help but curse, “Shoot!”

People like Roland and Schuck didn’t think that the Favored were a big deal.

In fact, it was just a cognitive bias.

It was just like some of those billionaires who claimed that they didn’t care about money.

They might really not be interested in money, but they certainly loved the leverage and influence that their money could bring.

At this moment, both Roland and Schuck were like those billionaires. They didn’t feel that being the Favored made their lives any different.

However, other believers who craved their gods’ favor but never got it would think that Roland and Schuck didn’t understand appreciation at all.

Ryan and his team lost hope upon hearing that it was the Favored’s ability.

Sitting on the ground, Ryan held his rough and weatherbeaten face and asked, “I wonder if you can answer a question before we begin cooperating.” “Be my guest.” Roland nodded. “I’ll answer anything as long as it doesn’t involve my privacy.” “You actually have ways to return to the main plane, right?”

Everybody was greatly shocked to hear that. Ragnar even raised his head in surprise.

Roland was slightly surprised at the guy’s intelligence.

“How can you tell?”

“Your vibe is completely different from ours, which means that it hasn’t been long since you arrived.” Ryan clapped his hands and explained, “Most people who just came from the main plane are depressed and miserable. Not seeing their family or any sunlight, and living in such a land of desolation, even the most resolute men need a couple of months to accustom themselves.

“Yet, you seem to be at great ease, which means that you’re very confident.”

Roland smiled. “It’s true that we can go back.”

Ryan heaved a deep sigh. “So you can really go back! Can you take anyone with you?”

Roland didn’t say anything but simply stood in silence.

“I understand. It’s understandable. Taking people back isn’t so easy.” Ryan sighed. “You’re not a Legendary Spatial Mage. Also, even a Legendary Mage can hardly teleport himself back to the main plane, much less taking someone else with him.”

All the other people heaved a sigh too.

They wanted to return to the main plane badly.

Even though they had all grown up in this place, they longed for the warm and beautiful land of the legends. The stories of their hometowns on the main plane had been passed down for generations and influenced everybody who grew up here.

To return to the main plane was everybody’s greatest dream. In fact, Roland could take someone back… But why would he?

Where should those people settle down after he took them back?

This place had a rather mixed population.

Dwarves, gnomes, elves, human beings, and hybrids could all be found!

Also, many residents here had parents from different races.

If they were taken to the main plane, the situation on the main plane would be affected.

Also, they might not be able to survive on the main plane.

More importantly, there were so many people here that Roland couldn’t possibly take all of them back to the main plane.

Ten Thousand Stones Abyss City alone had more than two hundred thousand residents.

Considering other cities, the vast Netherworld had a population of several million.

If all of them asked him to take them to the main plane… and his teleportation magic array could only carry a dozen people at one time How much time would it take?

The magic arrays required materials too. How many materials would he have to use for the task?

Roland would be a fool if he were to do that.

Seeing that Roland was still silent, Ryan continued, “So, you specifically came from the main plane to deal with the True Ancestor of vampires?”

Roland nodded.

“Why?” Ryan was rather curious. Roland said, “The vampires of the main plane never go extinct. The Church of Light launched multiple purges, so the vampires in the main plane should all be gone, but after a while, new vampires will show up. So, we suspect that the True Ancestor returns to the main plane every once in a while and transforms several vampires every time she does. To solve the problem once and for all, we need to kill the True Ancestor.”

What he said was mostly a lie.

But some of the facts were true. For example, the Church of Light had indeed launched several purges. But not all the vampires were purged. They were all great hiders and good at survival. As long as one of their bats survived, they could recover very soon. “So a Saint Samurai was sent here?” Ryan felt that it was great news. “It’s true that the Saint Samurai can suppress vampires, but he’s not strong enough.” “We know, but the stronger people can’t come This is the Netherworld.” Roland found a random excuse. “We don’t want to piss off the Nether God.”

ome.

“That’s true.” Ryan nodded.

My random excuse turns out to be effective?

Roland was more or less surprised.

It was true that Sophie the Nether God didn’t want to see people who were too strong in the Netherworld. It made her nervous.

Also, the Wall of the Faithless in the Netherworld was quite famous.

Earlier, many Mages and other professionals had come hoping to rescue certain souls from the Wall of the Faithless.

Those people were all Demigods. Although none of them succeeded, the Nether God was quite bothered by them.

Ever since then, the Nether God had set up a barrier that anyone stronger than a Legend would trigger. Then, she would come and see what it was about.

If they were slightly weaker than Legends, she would only send the Soul Gatherers, clones of her godhood, to check it out.

“Then let’s talk about cooperation.” Ryan stood up and made a “please” gesture. “If you can create a barrier, please establish one for

us!”

A bright blue soundproof barrier unfolded around Roland, a trick he had learned from the drows. “Let’s talk.”

“In fact, the intelligence we gave you wasn’t complete,” said Ryan with a smile. “We also know the True Ancestor of vampires’ real name.”

“Her real name?” Roland was briefly stunned.

“Yes, calling her by her real name in a battle will slightly weaken her!”

“Why?”

“It’s because she has some godhood,” Ryan explained. “She’s as strong as a Legend. Also, as the creator of a species, she was worshiped by all her people, which gives her some godhood that makes her seem like a demigod and enhances her in battle. However, after you know her real name, her godhood will temporarily diminish.”

No wonder the True Ancestor was so strong.

She cracked his Magic Shield with one strike and killed Schuck with one throw of a javelin.

Roland had thought that the True Ancestor had high stats.

However, it seemed that she merely had a special buff.

So, was the BOSS supposed to be weakened according to the plot?

How interesting.

“What’s the True Ancestor’s real name?” asked Roland.

“Lilith Havoca.”

Roland blinked his eyes. “It sounds like a girl’s name.”

“Yes, she was a human being.” Ryan smiled. “She was even a princess of Fareins! I don’t know if it still exists in the main plane.”

Well… Roland found that the world was full of coincidences.

“It does exist, and it’s the most powerful country in the human world.” Roland opened his hands, showing his surprise. “But I didn’t know that she was a human being… Speaking of which, how did she turn into the True Ancestor of vampires?”

Ryan shook her head. “We don’t know. After all, she must’ve lived for five hundred years.”

“So, her real name is her weakness,” said Roland in admiration. “It couldn’t have been easy for you to uncover that secret.”

Normally speaking, one would keep their weakness as their greatest secret. How did the resistance find it?

“We’ve fought her for three hundred years.” Grief appeared on Ryan’s face. “Our predecessors paid a great price to learn that secret. Even our organization was almost destroyed. But we made it through.”

“You’re truly determined,” he remarked with great admiration.

An organization had fought its enemy for hundreds of years with no hope of victory, and it even found more and more of the enemy’s weaknesses.

Those people probably really hated the vampires’ guts.

“However, the most regretful thing is that we failed to find the bones of Lilith’s human form, or we would be able to suppress her with those bones.”

“Huh? The bones of her human form?” Roland was quite shocked.

Seeing Roland’s surprise, Ryan smiled and said, “That’s right. The True Ancestor of vampires abandoned her human identity when she became a vampire, but for some reason, her bones were contaminated by her vampire aura and couldn’t be destroyed. They’re the proof that she’s essentially a human being, so the victory will be almost 100% ours if we get them.”

“Have you looked for the bones?” asked Roland curiously. “We have. It’s said that her bones are separated into four parts and hidden in desolate places,” said Ryan rather unhappily. “We’ve been searching every place in the Netherworld since two hundred years ago, but we didn’t find anything. We also issued bounties, but many people came with counterfeits. We haven’t even seen her finger bone yet.”

Roland was immediately lost for words.

Of course they didn’t find anything. It was because Lilith had hidden her human bones in the main plane.

This girl seemed rather smart.

Few people in the main plane knew her. Even if her bones were found, there would be vampires fighting over them.

Then, she released the news in the Netherworld, so that her enemies would be searching futilely.

She had played a trick on people from both worlds.

She was truly impressive. However, it was unlucky for her to meet players who carried a quest trigger system.

If no players had entered this world, nobody in the main plane would’ve wanted to collect her bones.

It meant that her great weakness wouldn’t have existed.

But unfortunately, her bones had been gathered by Roland.

At this moment, Roland realized why the recommended level for this quest was Master and above even though Lilith was as strong as a Demigod.

So, she was supposed to be killed by the plot.

Things are easy now! Roland took a deep breath. “Then how should we cooperate?”

“Can your Saint Samurai come again?” asked Ryan.

“Of course.”

“Then we can do this. You’ll deal with the minions and experts under her command and distract their attention while we focus on dealing with the True Ancestor.” Ryan put the most dangerous and difficult task on his team’s shoulder. “Let’s do that if you’re okay with it. Should we discuss the details and steps of the plan now?”

Roland shook his head. “No, let us deal with Lilith.”

“This is not a joke. People will die, Mr. Roland,” said Ryan carefully. “The resistance has fought her for hundreds of years. We know her very well.”

“We don’t know her very well, but we have ways to significantly weaken her.”

Ryan was stunned. Removing the soundproof barrier, Roland left the area of rocks.

Then, he found an empty place and teleported himself away.

But after he’d just left, a gray fog that was carrying a black scythe appeared where he’d just been..

It waited a dozen seconds and then slowly vanished.

Roland teleported to Fareins. He met with Stephanie first and had a cup of fruit wine with her.

He then went to the Cathedral of Light for Schuck.

He had left a message in the guild chat earlier, so after he reported his name to the silver-armored guards of the cathedral, they simply led him in.

The Cathedral of Light was clean, beautiful, and magnificent.

The roads were all paved with bright golden stone, and all the buildings were piled up on enormous white rocks.

The perfect combination of white and gold added to the sacredness of this place.

Schuck had a three-storey house. The soldiers had just led Roland to its door, when Roland heard people fighting inside. “I told you that no crusades are needed. This is my own private matter, and I don’t need the church to help me.”

It was Schuck’s voice.

“But the goddess said that nobody could bully our Saint Samurai! You would’ve been killed without her favor.” This was a rather pleasant female voice. “So, Mr. Schuck, this does not just concern you but also the reputation of the church.”

“This is my private business, and as a Golden Son, I wouldn’t have died even without the goddess’s favor.” Schuck sounded rather helpless. “A lot of people will die in a crusade! A lot! Why do you have to make it so big when I can take care of it on my own? The lives of the low-level clerics and soldiers matter too.”

Then, it was an old but intimidating voice. “But it’s also the goddess’s intent.”

“Then I’ll speak with the goddess and ask her to revoke her order!” Schuck sounded very displeased. “Your Holiness, please wait a moment. I need to pray.”

Then, Schuck walked out of the garden and saw Roland who was standing outside the gate.

He seemed rather embarrassed.