…
At the checkpoint entrance.
The originally bustling Black Blood Army had long disappeared.
As the Slanderous Wolf had detected earlier.
They retreated collectively to the sampan platform of transfer station No. 1.
Just a glimpse from a distance.
Roger sensed layer upon layer of traps and barriers.
It seems that the unsuccessful start of the Pool of Destruction has caused the Black Blood Army to be highly alert.
They were in a defensive posture.
It would be extremely difficult for anyone to approach the platform quietly.
Roger's words.
It will be a little simpler.
But this time.
He wasn't going to try the silent sneak trick.
At that moment, Roger casually opened a stealth mode.
Under the guidance of the wolf of slander.
Start walking through the maze-like environment around the checkpoint.
There is still some distance between transfer stations.
Roger didn't walk very fast.
on the one hand.
He was observing the true situation of the Black Blood Army from afar.
on the other hand.
He still has some things to deal with.
…
first.
Just after leaving the platform of the Pool of Destruction.
Roger found Ji Qiu through secret telepathy.
“If everyone has rested, please head towards the checkpoint.
Watch out for the grease monster horde here.
I have killed their leader.
But there are still many ordinary monsters.
When these grease monsters die, they form blocks of very valuable whale oil.
These supplies must be kept safe.
But be careful not to let them take it by mistake.
It will eat people to death..."
After a detailed explanation of everything.
Roger then turned his attention away from the elite group.
Faced with Roger's rapid-fire words.
Ji Qiu held it in for a long time and only replied:
"Master, what about you?"
Roger transmitted the message:
"I'll go check next door."
Hearing this.
Ji Qiu didn't say anything else.
I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t mastered the art of transmitting secret sounds yet.
Or maybe he already knew what was going to happen next.
…
Secondly.
While walking.
Roger paid most of his attention to the newborn pet.
The size of "Miss" is less than the size of a palm.
It is a very thin elf.
Compared with the chubby Cindy.
This child is too thin!
Perhaps that's why.
It easily aroused Roger's sympathy.
From the outside.
It has big eyes and very beautiful double eyelids.
More spiritual than the elves in heaven.
Its temperament is gentle and quiet.
It gives people a timid feeling.
To be honest.
Roger could never associate such an appearance with the word "naughty".
Perhaps he felt Roger's fiery gaze.
I missed you and shrank my neck in fear.
Suddenly.
It babbled.
It actually turned into a white belt and wrapped around Roger's waist.
Roger touched it.
The texture and feel are very good.
"It's a pity that it can't be used as a storage device..."
When he thought so.
But I heard a weak voice of missing you:
"Owner……"
"You don't have to keep staring at me. I'm very good."
"No trouble will come to you."
Listen to that gentle voice like water.
Roger felt like his heart was melting.
At the moment he gently stroked the white belt.
Softly comforting:
"Don't be afraid, I believe you..."
…
"Hint: Your pet Naughty Spirit's favorability towards you +1"
…
See this line of words.
Roger moved his hand away again calmly.
In a flash.
A mysterious aura covered the belt.
This is the most superficial and most hidden way to activate the Ten Thousand Poisons.
I didn’t even realize I was missing you.
"If I really believe you, there must be something fishy going on!"
Roger sneered in his heart:
"This is a naughty spirit born in Mystra..."
"No matter how pitiful she is, I still have to be on guard!"
…
After ensuring that the naughty spirit is within the protection range of Wan Du Gang and will not cause trouble.
Roger finally shifted his attention to the holy sword in his hand.
After leaving the gate.
Griffith remained silent.
This guy seems to want to avoid being held accountable by playing ostrich.
What a pity.
Roger is not someone who can be fooled so easily.
He followed the Slanderous Wolf to the border of the Sampan District.
Immediately following.
He found a hiding place behind a cargo box.
Then he stared at Griffith intently.
He didn't speak either.
Just watch.
finally.
Griffith was horrified by what he saw, and whispered:
"W-what are you going to do?"
"Didn't you say that we should eliminate interference factors?"
"I'm really not..."
Roger smiled slightly:
"Before we eliminate the interference, I suddenly remembered that I still have a few accounts to settle with you."
Griffith said in annoyance:
"I have my own reasons..."
"Shut up!"
Roger said arrogantly.
Griffith remained silent.
Roger flicked the blade of the holy sword with his index finger with interest.
There was a soft bang.
There was a clear bloody mark on the back of his finger.
"It's still so sharp..."
Roger sighed.
Next second.
He said seriously:
"You hurt me, how do you settle this?"
Griffith was stunned:
“You, you, you…”
"I have never seen such audacity... never mind..."
"I don't know how to settle accounts! You can do whatever you want, okay?"
When it comes to the last sentence.
His tone was full of helplessness and sadness.
Roger hesitated for a moment.
Suddenly he said:
"Why are you so afraid of me when we meet this time?"
He had actually noticed Griffith's abnormality a long time ago.
Logically speaking.
This guy is an immortal holy sword.
Even if Roger is about to ascend to heaven.
There's no need for him to talk to me in such a servile manner, right?
The current Griffith is different from the previous high and mighty pig-raising holy sword.
It's like a fairy falling from the clouds into hell.
It is easy to make people have bad associations——
Don't get me wrong.
Roger simply doubted whether he was the real Griffith!
…
“W-Where is that…”
Griffith stammered:
"I treat you well, no, I treat you well, right?"
"I'm not afraid of you either."
Roger nodded thoughtfully.
"So you're afraid of my hand?"
Speaking of.
His right hand quickly and wantonly ravaged Griffith's body.
"Please, stop touching me, it's itchy..."
Griffith was furious and said:
"Your hand of reducing intelligence has no effect on me!"
Roger said 'Oh'.
Then I turned around and opened another specialty.
…
"Hint: You are using 'Golden and Silver Hands (Barehand Forging)' on the Holy Sword Griffith."
…
"This material is really good..."
"If I cut it off and use it as a toothpick, it should be pretty sharp, right?"
Roger's threatening big hand roamed over Griffith's body unscrupulously.
"Please, stop it..."
Griffith's voice sounded soft.
He said in an almost pleading tone:
"I really need your help!"
"Compared to your stupid apprentice and that stupid blonde girl with questionable background, you are more suitable to deal with the scavenger!"
"Listen, Roger, the reason I changed my attitude towards you is only because of the scavengers. You don't understand how terrible it is. The current situation on the moon may be worse than I thought!"
"If we can't deal with the Scavengers, then everything in Mystra will be meaningless!"
"Do you understand?"
Roger shook his head like a rattle:
"not understand."
"The scavenger you mentioned, will it swallow Mystra in one gulp after it wakes up?"
Griffith sighed and said:
"That's about right..."
“It may not be that bad, but it’s not much better either.”
"In short, we must not let the scavenger wake up."
"We may be the strongest team on this planet. We should not be petty, but put aside our past grudges and work together."
Roger smiled lightly:
"You make a lot of sense."
"I can ignore the fact that you violated our agreement and, after thirty years of eating and drinking for free, not only did you eat up almost all of Qingquan Sect's biological assets, but you also fucking kidnapped my apprentice..."
"But you have to answer some questions for me—
…
How much of your memory has been restored?
Why did Mystra destroy the Golden House?
How much do you know about the reincarnation of Mystra?
As her sword.
How much do you know about her?
at last.
The forbidden spell of destruction.
What is going on?
…
The above issues.
You can answer slowly.
I am very patient.
In the face of these problems.
I suddenly felt less anxious about eliminating distractions.”
…
Roger gave his signature gentle smile.
The silent Griffith seemed to have arrived in the cold winter.
A long time passed.
He answered with difficulty:
"I haven't recovered much of my memory, but the memory of the scavenger has always existed."
"As for Mystra, I'm sorry, I only remember that I once followed a god, but I still have no idea whether that god was Mystra."
"And the forbidden spell of annihilation..."
"If you really help me deal with the scavenger, then I will tell you everything I know, without leaving out anything!"
Griffith's tone was genuine and sincere.
"I hope you can stop caring so much about the lives of the entire planet..."
"I hate moral blackmail."
Roger grabbed the blade with all his strength.
A crackling sound was heard.
Amid Griffith's cries of pain.
The edge of the holy sword was actually twisted about 0.5 degrees!
"But I promise you, I will help you get rid of the scavenger."
Roger said calmly:
"After the matter is done, remember your promise, otherwise it won't be as simple as turning you gay."
"I will completely melt you."
Griffith didn't even dare to breathe:
"I understand completely."
"alright."
That cold temperament disappeared in an instant.
Roger smiled again:
"Agreements are one thing, and settling accounts is another."
"Let us now proceed to the happy reckoning."
"According to my calculations."
"You now owe me or Qingquan Sect 1 million pigs..."
Griffith was immediately shocked:
"Didn't I only eat 100,000?"
"And you've been lazy and gluttonous for the past thirty years."
Roger smiled and said:
"And I was the one who cleaned up the mess you made when you deserted the battlefield. Do you want to include this expense in your calculation?"
"Also, taking inflation into account..."
Griffith was shocked again:
“Do pigs swell, too?”
Roger ignored him.
He calculated it in a whisper to himself.
Finally came to a conclusion:
"Next you have to protect the mountain for Qingquan Sect for 1,000 years for free."
"During this period, you eat whatever they give you. Whether you get meat or not depends on your performance."
“Yes.”
"Sign this contract first."
Pop.
An unequal treaty written by a professional contract maker was slapped directly on Griffith's face.
The latter was trembling all over.
Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.
He would like to see it.
Just how tolerant can Griffith be of himself!
"If something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on."
"This guy is so weird, maybe there are some traps waiting for me... I must keep some tricks in reserve!"
Roger was prepared for Griffith to turn against him at any time.
Who knows what this guy will do after carefully examining the contract.
He actually signed his name on it!
…
"Griffith Mystra: The Sword of Ashes"
…
When signing this name.
Roger couldn't help but glance at him.
Griffith was also slightly stunned.
"Then, then I should have followed Lady Mystra at the beginning, huh..."
His voice wasn't awkward.
But Roger was embarrassed for him.
"never mind."
"This unequal treaty has been signed. This is a contract ruled by the will of Purgatory. Even the Immortal-level Holy Sword cannot violate it. At most, he can just do nothing... It seems that the scavenger is really putting a lot of pressure on him."
Roger thought.
While signing his name on the contract.
After the contract is formed.
Griffith breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s a pity that he didn’t have long to relax.
Roger patted the hilt of his sword without warning:
"It's just a public account."
"We still have some personal grudges..."
Griffith gave up on himself and said:
"Never mind."
"As long as you can help me deal with the scavenger..."
"You have the final say!"
"You have the final say!"
Roger coughed.
Nodding happily:
“Don’t worry.
Don't look at the fact that I have a bunch of devils under my command.
Actually, I am a pretty decent person.
I will never rely on you for a penny..."
A moment later.
When Griffith, who had signed the two indentures, walked out from behind the cargo box in a daze.
Roger's figure had disappeared.
Instead.
It is a clump of yellow hair fluttering in the wind, extremely charming.
…
…
"We have a traitor among us!"
Black Blood Army Base.
In a small meeting room in the simulator warehouse.
Othello and Johnny were arguing fiercely.
The former insisted that the "Black Curse Group 648" was lying.
The latter's view is different from his.
The Fallen Divine Magician said seriously:
"You must trust my mind-reading skills. Our people have no problem with loyalty..."
Speaking of this.
He paused.
Then he sighed very hard and said:
"You have to admit, we were fooled."
"And that person might be next door to us."
Johnny's meaning was obvious.
The "Black Curse Group 648" who infiltrated them was most likely one of the martial artists next door!
"His methods are too covert."
“We still haven’t been able to identify what the problem is.”
Johnny shook his head and said:
"And I always have an uneasy feeling. Monroe's death is too strange. This place is too weird!"
Othello glared:
"What should we do then?"
"Are we going to retreat like this?"
"We haven't even found what we want, and we haven't lost any personnel. Are we going to retreat directly?"
Johnny remained silent.
After a while.
He suddenly looked happy.
Then he took out a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.
The crystal ball gradually expanded.
Eventually it became the size of a pumpkin.
A calm face appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.
Compared to his calmness.
His background is much more complicated.
Othello and Johnny saw at least a thousand tentacles swaying behind him!
…
"Welan... I finally got in touch with you."
The fallen magician Johnny whispered:
"We had some trouble on the White Whale. Monroe died, and we couldn't even save the Horcrux."
In the crystal ball.
Weilan nodded slightly:
"I see."
"Things have indeed become more variable. I guess you encountered some martial artists in the sky?"
Johnny nodded sincerely:
"Indeed."
"There is also an upgraded martial artist among them, but we haven't fought yet..."
"By the way, we were ambushed by a sinister sword before. That sword is very similar to the Holy Sword of Extinction you mentioned."
Johnny and Weilan were communicating eagerly here.
The swordsman Othello folded his arms over his chest and said nothing.
…
Inside the Salvation Society.
It is also divided into many factions.
Weilan is a spellcaster of only level 89.
Although his attainments in evil spells are very high.
As a result, he was awarded titles such as "Ruler" and "Grand Mage".
However , there were still some complaints within the association about his appointment as vice president .
For example, Monroe.
This fellow mage has always disliked Vilan.
It’s just that the rules within the Salvation Society are very strict.
He never got the chance to take action.
Another example is Othello.
He was also unhappy that Vilan was in a high position despite his relatively low rank.
But Othello's thoughts run deeper.
He once suspected that Weilan was hiding his strength.
Otherwise, the leader of the Salvation Society, who was known for his utilitarianism, would not have gone against the majority opinion and appointed him as vice president.
So in the past.
Othello can still maintain a neutral attitude.
But after arriving at Mystra.
Due to the shock of losing the president of the Salvation Society.
After several attempts.
Othello lost his respect for Villain.
He was not like Johnny who took Willan's words as holy order.
Especially in the current situation.
…
"Perhaps Monroe was killed by him."
"I have to be careful too."
Othello thought grimly:
"None of these spellcasters are good. I want to see what advice Weilan will give us..."
Between thoughts.
Weilan's calm voice came from the crystal ball:
"Everyone evacuate!"
“Don’t hesitate.”
"I'm afraid you're in big trouble!"
Hearing this.
Othello could not help but stand up:
"Evacuate? That's easy to say? This is a mission personally issued by the president. If we evacuate like this, who will take the responsibility?"
Weilan's tone was a little messy:
"Of course you guys are responsible for that."
" The president 's punishment will not cost you your lives."
"But the coming trouble may be..."
Speaking of.
His spell communication suddenly stopped for a moment.
It was a long time later.
The scene returned to calm again.
"I see. I'll think about it."
Johnny nodded cautiously:
"That's right."
"What's going on over there?"
"Why do I see so many tentacles?"
In the picture.
Without turning his head, Weilan said:
"Nothing, I'm negotiating with the ancient evils..."
"You call this negotiation?"
Johnny was dumbfounded and said:
"If I'm not mistaken, you almost killed that ancient evil creature, right?"
Weilan said nothing.
Othello couldn't help but come closer:
"Is this your true strength, Veran?"
Weilan smiled:
"No, these are illusions."
"Good luck to you."
Speaking of.
The spell communication has come to an end.
Only Johnny and Othello were left looking at each other.
"So……"
"Evacuate, or continue?"
Johnny asked, clearing his throat.
Othello snorted coldly:
"It's up to you. My troops and I will not withdraw!"
The words fell.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside!
"What's wrong?"
Othello frowned.
He grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up in the air:
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
"It's bad, Lord Chief!"
"There's a hairy kobold outside!"
"Kobold?"
Othello is wondering.
In the afterglow.
The figure of the fallen magician Johnny disappeared without a trace!
Othello's heart skipped a beat.
He was just about to drop the body.
But the next second.
A terrifying gust of wind suddenly arose.
The room where the simulator was installed was blown away.
One by one, the figures were swept by the strong wind towards the demon shadow with shoulders as tall as a mountain not far away!
Even Othello himself only managed to resist for a while.
Not long.
He was sucked into the mouth of the evil shadow!
Screams.
A deafening sound!
…
"Record: You activated the Yellow Bearded Taoist's avatar."
…
"You have activated the feat: Spirit Body"
…
"You consumed 1 drop of lesser divine oil, and used Tengu's specialty 'Swallow the Sun'."
…
"Swallow Sun: You devoured 16,124 Black Blood Army soldiers..."
…
"Calculating attribute fragments..."
…
"You killed Sword Saint Othello (God's Kingdom Practitioner/Sword Saint/Lv99/Elite)"
…
"Kill Order: Your Sword Saint Status +0.04"
…
“Sword Saint Status: You can gain excessive benefits from Sword Saint training and combat.
You gain +50% Charisma when using a sword;
You are familiar with the origins and key points of most sword techniques and sword moves (Knowledge: Sword Technique 400+);
When someone, especially a young girl, is watching.
Your understanding of swordsmanship will be taken to a higher level;
When and only when using a sword as a weapon.
As long as you react fast enough.
You can use the sword to 'block' 99% of the attacks.
…
You have obtained a random feat: "Catching a Knife with Bare Hands"
…
"Bare-handed: When you are unarmed, you can use both hands to perform a palm-crossing 'parry' on the enemy's weapon.
As long as the enemy's level is not more than 40 levels higher than yours.
This parry has a 100% success rate.
…
Enemy weapon requirements:
…
1. With a sharp edge or blade.
2. Non-blunt instruments
3. Non-biological weapons
…
Note: There is a certain chance of causing bleeding from the tiger's mouth.
…
"It feels good... um..."
On the platform of Transfer Station No. 1.
Roger, who transformed into a Tengu, couldn't help but burp.
This sneak attack was quite successful.
Tengu's unique skill is very humane.
Only those who are judged as monsters by the Sin Mark will be swallowed into its belly.
The remaining laborers and slaves would be carried away by the wind for only a short while.
Then it will return to its original position.
This couldn't be more convenient for Roger.
"Brother Huang Ran's body is really useful!"
Roger praised vigorously in his heart:
"It just takes too much energy."
"Maybe I've used it too frequently recently..."
…
Between thoughts.
He took a cursory inventory of his deliveries.
In terms of attribute fragments.
At least more than doubled.
Because the incident happened too suddenly.
The naughty boy had no chance to act.
So it brought Roger pure positive benefits.
As for the swordsman Othello.
Roger really didn't expect this guy to be so weak.
He didn't feel anything after drinking it in one gulp.
As for this "Sword Saint Status".
No matter how you look at him, he seems more like some kind of idol.
The effect can only be described as average.
Blocking looks good.
But Roger prefers to attack.
…
"Who has nothing to do all day to catch a knife with bare hands?"
He secretly complained.
Fortunately, Othello himself was a little weak.
However, Roger found a nice treasure among the spoils he left behind!
In the field of vision of qigong.
That treasure was emitting purple aura.
Roger in human form.
Weigh it in the palm of your hand.
See with the naked eye.
That's a needle.
…
"Breaking Precepts Needle (Rare Item/Consumable)"
…
"Purpose: Can break all seals, precepts or vows"
…
"Usage: Just poke it directly. If it doesn't open in one poke, poke it a few more times."
…
"Remaining available times: 2"
…
"This thing is obviously used to target mages, monks or paladins."
"Break everything?"
"It's a bit evil..."
Thinking so.
Roger quickly took out a treasure that had been gathering dust for a long time!
"Let's try it on you!"
Without further ado, he pressed the "Pot of Greed (Sealed)" to the ground.
Then he used the magic needle to poke at the mouth of the pot!
puff!
puff!
puff!
Strange noises rang out one after another.
Not long.
The pot of greed reacted.
Suddenly, a circle of water with a sour smell came out from the mouth of the pot!
…
"Reminder: 'Pot of Greed' has been unlocked"
…
"Remaining available times: 1"
…
"It's done!"
"Another Pot of Greed is available!"
Roger couldn't let go of the mouth of the pot of greed.
And in this process.
Roger noticed it too.
The thin and long silver needle became a little dimmer.
The data bar is displayed.
The remaining number of times that "Breaking Precepts Needle" can be used also becomes 1.
…
“This needle is good.”
"etc……"
"If I use the Pot of Greed to bind the Breaking Precepts Divine Needle, and then use the Divine Needle to continue breaking the precepts, what will happen in the end?"
Although my mind was open for a while.
But Roger still didn't take action.
For him.
These two treasures are important components of his trump card pool.
It's impossible that he would have nothing better to do than to experiment on whether perpetual motion is possible.
And just at this moment.
A bright red mark suddenly appeared in Roger's field of vision.
That's the signal from the wolf of slander!
…
"There are still some fish that slip through the net?"
“Interesting.”
Roger chuckled.
Through the vision of the Slandering Wolf, he marked the "Fallen Divine Magician" who fled as a gust of wind with a Hunter's Mark.
then.
Roger was ready to kill the other person.
After all, his upgrade mission requires him to kill the three top leaders.
None of them can be left behind!
But just as his figure quickly reached the edge of the platform.
Roger's heart suddenly felt a strong throbbing!
Next second.
Griffith's voice rang in his ears:
“Don’t breathe!”
"Stand still!"
"It's her!"
The words fell.
Above the sampan area.
Chunks of something resembling moss or dirt were shaken off the surface of the beluga's skin.
In the darkness.
A somewhat sleepy eye slowly opened its eyelids.
That eye.
It was actually aimed at Roger who was on the edge of the platform!
…
"Warning: You have encountered 'Star White Whale Fanny'"
…
"Sixth Sense: The Astral White Whale is Awakening..."
…
"Ultimate Hunter: The target is rapidly escaping from the primary pursuit range. Please pursue as quickly as possible, otherwise there is a risk of escaping from the powerful tracking radius."
…
For a while.
Roger's breath caught.
Caught in a dilemma.
…