Chapter 576 Man-Made Storms Are Coming
Roland sat up from the altar of the Church of Life, his body naked.
There was an old cleric next to him with a dumbfounded expression.
It seemed to Roland that he had seen this situation somewhere before. He took out his robe from his Backpack and put it on, casting Language Proficiency on himself and asking, “May I ask what this place is?”
“Asala Village!” This old cleric looked at Roland curiously. “Might you be one of the rumored resurrectable Golden Sons?”
This was another continent, and while the reputation of the Golden Sons had spread all over, no players had come here.
After all, why go that far when there were plenty of things to do, when they hadn’t even finished exploring their birth point?
The church was simple. It was a simple stone building with a small bust of the Life Goddess in the back, as well as an altar and several stone benches.
It was no surprise to Roland to be resurrected in such a place.
For he chose the nearest church to resurrect.
The Church of Life was the number one faith followed by the Church of Light. Unlike the Church of Light, which liked to pile up in large and medium-sized cities, the Church of Life preferred to be rooted in smaller cities and towns.
Of course, the Church of Life was naturally also in large cities, but they just wouldn’t put that much effort put into it.
A small, average-looking church would be built in the random corner of a larger city.
With the rest of the resources left for the townships, a larger number of super small churches would be built.
There wasn’t a need for lots of clerics, just one or two who knew Healing and Detoxification.
With this strategy, the Church of Life blossomed everywhere and became the largest religion in the world.
“Here’s my donation.” Roland placed a gold coin in the donation box at the front of the altar, then smiled at the old man. “Sorry for scaring you.”
The old cleric shook his head.
Roland walked out of the unadorned Church of Life and found this place was an oasis.
There were many tents scattered around the
area.
Several campfires were surrounded by some camels that were down and resting, and many of the black-turbaned, travel-worn merchants were resting against them.
The man in charge of the night watch for each caravan saw Roland coming out of the small church and immediately nudged his companion next to him.
A dozen men soon woke up, staring warily at Roland.
Roland didn’t care about them as he took in the open space.
He turned stone into mud and mud into stone.
A stone square house was erected amidst the astonished gazes of the surrounding traveling merchants. It looked quite mysterious in the cool moonlight of the desert.
Eventually, even the old cleric from the Church of Life came out to see it.
Roland ignored their surprised looks as he walked into the house, then breathed a sigh of relief before sitting down and beginning to check his losses.
His set of magic equipment was gone.
It was a good thing he didn’t take out any of the divine artifacts at the time.
Mostly because they weren’t needed.
In elementization, magic cap and magic regeneration speed were more important, so his self-made full magic regeneration equipment was more useful.
Also, even if he had taken them out, these epic pieces of equipment might not have been destroyed.
Against normal magic equipment, Mage’s Disjunction was insurmountable.
But with epic equipment and above, there would be the argument of success rate.
And the small round shield Roland valued most, the Button of the Goddess of Life, was almost impossible for a non-Demigod to destroy with Mage’s Disjunction. As for the loss of his self-made magic equipment, it was estimated to be around ten gold coins.
This was over 100,000 RMB. It truly hurt.
Then his level dropped by one level, from level 11 back to level 10. But it was a good thing that he had half of the experience at level 11 and didn’t drop to level 9; this was most fortunate.
Even so, Roland still felt the pain.
That was a lot of experience.
Without a new epic quest, trying to gain that amount of experience again by studying magic would probably take around a year or two.
“Monochrome Magic Tower, I’m not done with you.”
Roland muttered glumly and was thinking about how to retaliate against the Monochrome Magic Tower when he suddenly noticed that his quest panel was glowing. “A new quest?”
Roland opened it and then grinned.
Special mission detected: The Ambition of the Monochrome Magic Tower Must Be Destroyed
“As NPCs, they want to come to the real world through magic; it’s time to teach them to be good people. Share the quest to more players now and mobilize aspiring players to take on this evil Magic Tower.” Quest completion reward: a level 10 profession core skill (free choice)
The system had given out a quest and even shown the reward.
From this, it could be deduced that the person behind this game was most likely monitoring the game’s progress.
As he thought of this, something suddenly occurred to Roland. Could he also be watched when he was getting intimate with Andonara and Vivian?
The thought of that made his head spin.
As someone who can bridge two worlds, they shouldn’t be so uncultured.
Probably.
After getting goosebumps, Roland decided there wasn’t much point in fixating on this any further, so he took a screenshot of the quest and posted it to the forum.
Another Group Epic Quest.
“I won’t review the specifics, they’re in the picture.”
A post that was just a short sentence and a picture, yet it still became the hottest hot topic.
“Almighty Roland is back to share experience, many thanks.”
“Holy crap, another group epic. How can people differ from each other so much? It’s not fair that I can hardly get a blue quest once a month and he’s getting a purple quest all the time.”
“You go on mercenary quests every day, either as a noble’s bodyguard or escorting a merchant, how could you possibly encounter an epic-level quest. Roland is in contact with either kings or queens, and what’s more, he knows angels. It would be strange if he didn’t encounter epic quests.”
“Are you saying that networking is important?”
“Looks like you’re not stupid, catching on so quickly. Roland’s network of connections is probably beyond what we can imagine.”
“Did no one discuss the quest? Screw over everyone with a gray name in the Monochrome Magic Tower, but the question is, where is the Monochrome Magic Tower?”
“Read the quest description carefully, it’s on the other side of the sea.”
“There’s a bunch of cute Smurfs?”
“Holy sh*t, I almost sang it.”
“The problem is how to get there. I probably know the opposite side of which sea it’s on. The distance is too great, it’s impossible to get there. Let Roland help us teleport? With so many people, it would be impossible to teleport all of us even if he spent all his fortune, with magic materials being so expensive; there are roughly one to two thousand people.”
“I graduated with a marine engineering degree, have ten years of work experience and an extensive oceangoing experience, and I know how to build and maintain large wooden sailing ships. I am now enlisting fifty teammates to build a large Ming Dynasty treasure ship that can carry more than one hundred people. The other fifty people will be my corps members, required to be level 8 or above, and who are willing to contribute their strength.”
“Holy sh*t, my respects, a bigshot that can actually build a boat.”
“I’ve got an idea. Does anyone know how to build a human-powered plane? The Warriors have a lot of endurance, and with the power provided by pedaling a bicycle, it’s probably no problem to pedal all day and night.”
“Good advice. But it’s still too much to fly across the ocean.”
“Then make it a double cabin, take turns pedaling. Bring enough water and food in your Backpack and you should be able to fly across the ocean in five or six days.”
“I am impressed with your vivid imagination.”
“What if we encounter an ocean storm?”
“You can avoid it. You can see a black cloud with lightning drifting over from a distanceit’s not a ship. Even the old planes aren’t slow, just avoid it.”
“I think it’s feasible.”
“I know how to design these old human-powered planes, and I can even help you build the parts. If you have time, come to the wetlands and order from Ji An Studio.”
Needless to say, the players were surprisingly intelligent.
Roland had been a little worried but was relieved to see that the players were building big ships and human-powered planes.
In the Spatial Magic Tower, the Great Elder’s face was grim. “Roland ran away and even killed Oepmop. What are your thoughts on this?”
“Denounce the Red Magic Tower and tell them to hand over Roland.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Roland is someone that the Red Magic Tower has focused on cultivating, there’s no way they would just hand him over.”
“But with the friendship of two Magic Towers at stake, isn’t sacrificing Roland alone worth it to preserve our friendship?”
“A bullsh*t friendship. If there were a friendship, we wouldn’t have touched Roland.”
This man was too truthful.
The Great Elder narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment as he asked, “Do any of you have the spatial coordinates of Hollevin?”
They immediately understood what the Great Elder meant. The latter wanted to directly hold the people important to Roland hostage to force him or retaliate against him.
Everyone frowned.
Teleportation required coordinates to work.
But Hollevin itself was a small and remote country, and most of them came from Fareins or from other big countries. They wouldn’t even visit a remote place like that, confronted with their status.
And then no one said anything.
The Great Elder sighed. “Now here’s a mission: who wants to go to Hollevin and force Roland out?”
No one said anything.
Roland was quite a disgusting Golden Son.
Before the Great Elder had arrived, all five Legends were just barely on par with him. Then, when the Great Elder arrived, he even made him go crazy and kill Oepmop by blowing himself up. Roland could still resurrect; they didn’t want to die, having become Legends with great difficulty.
The only one who could overwhelm Roland now was the Great Elder.
Mage’s Disjunction had an extremely strong counter effect on elementization.
Looking at the fact that no one was willing to take up the task, the Great Elder sighed as he slowly said, “Given the difficulties we are experiencing right now, I am personally convening an urgent issue. In five days, those who are willing to take up this task can learn Mage’s Disjunction directly without submitting their contributions. Who is in favor and who is against it?”
The crowd shook their heads, and they were even slightly delighted.
Mage’s Disjunction was one of the three trump cards in the Spatial Magic Tower.
It was also the most important and had always been learned only by the Great Elder of each term.
The fact that he was now willing to let go of that skill meant that this time around, things were indeed troublesome.
“All the elders can learn the Mage’s Disjunction. I believe that with your wisdom and ability, you should be able to master it within five days,” The Great Elder said indifferently. “Mage’s Disjunction is not difficult to learn, and as long as you understand the principles and the philosophy, you can learn it straight away. The hard part is to control the scope and not to involve yourself in it.”
The crowd listened intently.
“After you learn Mage’s Disjunction, immediately activate your flying ships to go to Delpon, Hollevin, and bring back his friends and family.” A hint of greed appeared in the eyes of the Great Elder. “We want the magical coordinates of the Golden Sons’ plane, and we want to get our hands on his Elemental Embodiment even more.”
The same greed showed in the eyes of the elders.
They had seen and experienced first-hand the power of Elemental Embodiment.
It was nearly impossible to kill an Elemental Lord that was in its elemental domain without the means to ban magic.
This was combat power and survival power in one.
“All right, meeting adjourned!” The Great Elder stood up. “Learn Mage’s Disjunction as quickly as possible. Later, I’ll go to the Red Magic Tower and talk to Alfred personally to hold them off first and create enough time for you guys to act.”
At this time, Roland teleported to the capital of Fareins and found the First Princess’s estate, and met Andonara.
The clingy beauty in her thin nightgown pressed up against Roland’s side, still full of joy despite being awakened.
Roland told her in general terms what had happened earlier.
Then Andonara’s expression grew furious.
She sneered, “Roland, how do you get to the Spatial Magic Tower?”
“You don’t need to go to the Spatial Magic Tower, I’ll deal with that part,” Roland said as he touched Andonara’s smooth, pretty face. “You go back to Delpon and help me guard our home and estate.”
Originally, Andonara was quite angry, but the words “our home” calmed her down immediately.
“Okay,” Andonara said after a moment’s thought, “I’ll take Stephanie there, too.”
“No.” Roland shook his head. “Although she will be in a bit more danger without your protection, the people in the capital who would try to do her harm are far weaker than the Spatial Magic Tower.”
Andonara thought this made sense, and then she went out and spoke to Stephanie, who had woken up. Stephanie sighed. “Roland offended the Spatial Magic Tower?”
Andonara said proudly, “No, it was the Spatial Magic Tower that offended me and Roland.”
As the most powerful Legendary Great Swordsman in terms of combat power, plus the Hero’s bloodline, Andonara believed that she would never fear anyone again as long as Roland stood behind her.
Stephanie was a little surprised.
During Roland’s absence, Andonara, beautiful as she was, had never been so confident and dazzling.
When Roland came back, Andonara suddenly became more beautiful.
Is this the kind of charm that only comes from a woman who has found true love?
Stephanie pondered.
Teleporting back to Delpon from the capital of Fareins, Andonara borrowed the Hero’s sword from her uncle Cage and then donned the armor and equipment Roland had made especially for her.
Weight reduction, movement speed enhancement, increase in magic resistance, and a whole lot of other enchantments.
She was almost armed to the teeth.
Andonara, with the Hero’s sword on her waist and the blue spear in her right hand, smiled at Roland and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be at home.”
Roland teleported to the Red Magic Tower, where he was ready to complain. Over in the wetland, a large number of players left at almost the same time.
They ran to Bluewater Harbor, where they were going to build a giant ship.
A large wooden ship built in haste certainly wouldn’t last; after all, unpainted ship materials don’t soak in the water for long.
But they didn’t need to sail for long-as long as they could last more than ten days.
So with materials, they could be frugal.
This gave them a lot of room for choice of materials.
And many more players were staying in the wetland. They were waiting for the human-powered planes to come out.
They were going to the Monochrome Magic Tower for sure!
