618 To Capture or to Kill

Hearing these words, Roland immediately felt a cold chill on the back of his neck.

For the woman who spoke, the long black giant scythe in her hand and her slender but curvaceous body formed a strange sense of beauty.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Roland as if she had seen a disgusting bug.

With a single stride, she appeared two meters in front of Roland. It was like a flash spell but without any magic fluctuations.

She looked utterly disgusted.

Roland wasn't the type to wait for death.

"Magic Shield!"

"Prismatic Spray!"

These two spells were instantly released.

Prismatic Spray was a very strong offensive spell, and smearing it in someone's face at close range might be too much for even a Legend to handle.

But the large iridescent comet-like mass of colored light vanished like a bubble when it reached the woman.

Then the woman swung the scythe and chopped at Roland's body.