Chapter 15: Glory

What did he see?

Roger could not answer this question. He really hoped that it was just a dream, an illusory, unreal nightmare that did not need to be thought about and taken responsibility for. No matter how many frightened he had in the dream, the feeling of trembling after waking up will only become a memory.

But is that really just a dream?

Roger suddenly realized that he could not find the answer to this question. He instinctively did not want to recall the content of this dream, and the huge existence he saw was also slowly fading from his mind. As soon as he turned its description from his memory, Roger immediately felt like he was experiencing the moment in his dream.

The ten thousand faces were resurrected, countless eyes gathered in him, and the moment when the huge sounds were taken by his head!

Even such a moment was fading out of his memory. This may be a kind of self-protection, because whenever this scene uncontrollably emerged from memory, Roger would relive the indescribable pain from his soul to his body! This pain that accompanies fear, I don’t know how many times the pain that Roger had caused when he was injured by Fengyue and had to use the divine power to heal! It was not until this time that the fat man realized that he was really a very stoic person. This level of pain and fear could not make him crazy. But his will may be able to hold on, but his body could no longer hold on.

Whenever he relives his dream, the fat man will immediately faint, not only because of pain, but also because of fear and despair. He will wake up again immediately, but this short moment of dizziness seems to be like a different life in his feelings.

This is definitely not just a dream. I don’t know how many times I woke up, Roger finally came to such a conclusion. In fact, this conclusion is easy, because no nightmare has such terrible power, and mere memories are enough to make the fat man with a strong will as hard as blue steel cannot support it.

As long as the extremely huge existence is not involved, the memories of some details of this dream will not have much problem. But everything in this dream, including the thick clouds, the unknown metal that forms the armor, and the light smoke in the metal, is far beyond Roger's cognition. The fat man knows that these are all magical, but he doesn't know where they are magical. Who created these? What kind of pity should the existence who created all these miracles look down at the sentient beings on countless planes!

Roger stood up and came to the window. It was already late at night, and the whole of Richelieu was in his deepest dream.

The night is still cold, and a few cold stars are sparsely hanging in the sky. The blue moon has become a new bud, radiating listlessly with dim blue light.

Roger temporarily walked out of the nightmare. All the past in his life flowed through his mind.

The one who opened up the realm of the gods alone, the peerless couple who finally embraced each other in the blazing and holy flames, the elf girl who was as bright as the sun at the last moment of her life, the woman who rushed towards him in the city of oracle, making him feel both painful and hated, was all in one go.

And his footprints have already been more than a thousand miles away?

At that time, he climbed up the ladder of power step by step from a descendant noble child, from only knowing how to make money for himself to now have to open up a future for many allies and subordinates. The gap between this is more than a world of difference?

He was lucky. From the moment Rodriguez entered his body, the fate of the fat man was destined to be different. He was also unfortunate. It was from that moment that he began to be involved in various open and secret struggles on the mainland.

Those ideals of having a wealthy life and having a beauty when they were young, Rogue looked very ridiculous now. He now owns a country and has experienced women in his life, whether it is Androni, Froya, Fengdie, Ajani, or Effier, all women who are unable to have a love affair for others after their entire lives. Moreover, the target he is now aiming at is Fengyue and Vina, which are completely synonymous with horror.

However, the more he has, the more he loses. Those simple dreams and happiness he had when he was young no longer have.

At this moment, the fat man has a great responsibility. Around him were political enemies who had unknown strength, such as Pompei and Alexander, as well as unfathomable bystanders like the Emperor and the Boss, and in the central mountains, there was also an unknown orc empire. In addition, in the far south, the old body of the Pope was like a huge mountain in Rogue's memory. There was also the man who knew his whereabouts and stole the power of the Goddess of Nature without knowing it. When he thought of the Goddess of Nature, he naturally thought of the Goddess of Nature.

The fat man suddenly remembered that dream again, and felt his heart slowly sinking. Because he defeated the orcs, the pleasure brought about by gathering tens of thousands of elves was gone. A feeling of powerlessness hit his heart.

Outside the window, there was a cloud of clouds again. The rolling dark clouds surged in layers, like a huge bottomless mouth, swallowing endless darkness, as if they were about to destroy even a slight light in this world.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds dissipated, and the weak and weak sun rose to the sky again. When the dim sunlight fell through the thin clouds, there was no warmth at all. Everything that was spread in the morning sun seemed depressed and could not find a trace of business.

In a sparse forest outside the capital, Androni was confronting Roger. She was angry and staring at the fat man fiercely. Her starry eyes shining with anger seemed to pierce the fat man's soul, and her skirt was also slid and dancing with anger. But the rising anger could not hide the slightest bit of fatigue caused by her running around and fighting over the past few days. This little fatigue made her lose some heroic spirit and more gentleness, making Roger's eyes shine and her mind rippling.

She looked at the sky. The black night had already put away its wings. The sunlight without any warmth was scattering down, driving away every trace of darkness in the sparse forest. The whole sparse forest gradually became brighter. Although it was getting late, she still gritted her teeth and said, "Damn fat man, how dare I disturb my good dreams! Call me here so early, don't expect me to show mercy later! If I don't beat you until I can't stand bed, I will give up Rochelio's surname!"

"Hmph, Rochelio's surname is not important to you, don't say it so well." Roger curled his lips, exposing her trick without hesitation, and said with confidence: "According to the agreement, I have the right to choose a venue and attack first. If you lose, you must obey my instructions and let me deal with it!"

Androni's heartbeats a little faster. Her face turned red first, then gradually became pale, and her hand holding Biluo Xingkong was trembling. She really didn't understand why she had thought about the consequences of losing before she started fighting? No matter how bad she was, she shouldn't have lost to a mage with only level twelve magic. Although Roger's power was obviously not limited to these magic powers, he could handle the skills he had shown in the past, as long as he was not as careless as last time.

This time, she made up her mind to attack with all her might once the war started and would never give the fat man any chance to use conspiracy.

Although she never thought she would lose, she, who had always been arrogant, decided to bargain with the conditions for failure.

"If I lose, I will be at most at your disposal... one day!"

Under Roger's gaze, Androni's face turned pale and blushed, and finally became redder.

"Okay, if I lose, I will only give you Froya a day." Rogue said authentically without any worries.

"That won't work! I'm at a loss!" Androni shouted, her anger even more.

"Why not? This is fair!" The fat man smiled badly, and his eyes staring at Androni became even more intense.

Androni gritted her teeth and said, "It's fair! I can't tell you, but in short, this is not possible! At worst, I won't fight you."

"What are you afraid of?" The smile on the fat man's face became worse and worse. Seeing that Androni was about to explode, he smiled and said, "Let's do this. If I lose, I will give Froya to you for a month for the time being, but you can't force her. What do you think?"

"This is almost the same!" Androni's pretty face calmed down and agreed to the fat man's proposal.

After adjusting his breathing slightly to calm the anger in his heart, Androni slid ten meters as if standing on the ice, shouting: "I gave you a distance, let's do it! But I remind you that you only have one chance to attack now, so it's best not to use the annihilation technique."

The fat man smiled, ignoring her provocation, and just focused on chanting the spell. Not long after, a huge dark red magic symbol appeared between the two.

Crimson mark. As long as creatures see this mark within a certain distance, they may be cursed in pain and lose their lives. This is not a magic that is so powerful. So when Androni saw that Roger had finished casting the magic, she immediately shouted, and the fighting spirit rose to the highest peak in an instant, and her whole person instantly turned into a blue meteor, rushing towards Roger quickly and incompetently!

The crimson marker could work dozens of meters away, and she swept past her in a blink of an eye. In such a short time, the magic marker had only had time to flash once and issued a painful curse to Androni. However, the chance of success using this level of magic to attack warriors in the holy realm is too low. The God of Luck is not always on the side of the fat man, so this painful curse was not successful.

Even if the curse is successful, the rush of Androni with all her strength is enough to knock down Roger in three moves and two moves. The loss of life brought to her by the pain curse at that time can be completely ignored.

Androni had long chestnut hair flying, her eyes were as bright as the morning stars, locking on Roger's every move. The sword tip of the blue-cold starry sky began to gradually shoot out dazzling star chips!

Roger has only two choices, dodge or hard-press. Even if he has the ability to instantly fire magic, with Androni's speed as wind and lightning, the fat man will have time to put on a protective magic at most. No matter how strong his body is, it is impossible to defend against the attack of the blue sky. Therefore, the fat man's only way out is to dodge, so the crimson mark can be used to gain time.

The fat man really moved. He quickly rose from the side of his body and ran to the side!

Androni smiled coldly and thought to himself that the fat man's eyesight was better than before and knew that he could not block his own attack. However, she had already expected that the fat man would dodge, so the oncoming attack was actually just awesome.

The Biluo Starry Sky made a buzzing sound, drawing a beautiful track, stabbing the fat man in front of him. With the fat man's ability to adapt to the situation, when he found something wrong and urgently stopped the castration, the Biluo Starry Sky would stop right before his throat. This incredible skill was in line with her identity and her aesthetics.

But just as the blue and white stars changed their trajectory, Roger suddenly turned his direction without any warning and rushed straight towards Androni!

All these changes are so sudden, so weird, so incredible!

Androni's eyes were wide open in fear, her cherry lips were slightly opened, but before she could even exclaim, Roger had already collided with her!

The blue starry sky flew out of its hands, drawing a blue trail in the air, and finally inserted it helplessly on the ground.

Androni moaned, finally recovering from her dizziness, but Venus was still running around in front of her. She was a little panicked and hurriedly reached out to touch her face, trying to see if there was any injury on her face. However, she tried to lift her arm a few times, but she didn't move at all. She wanted to get up again, but her body was like a huge rock pressing on her body. Where can she stand up?

She calmed down for a moment, forcibly suppressed the discomfort of her body and slowly opened her eyes. Sure enough, the fat man's face, which was extremely smiled awkwardly, was just around the corner. Roger's face was also a little pale. Obviously, the collision was not very good for him just now, but the injury was much lighter than Androni. What's even more terrible is that the fat man was lying on her, pressing her to move.

At that moment, because he turned too fast when rushing towards Androni, Roger did not add any protection to his body, nor did he make an attack or defensive posture. All his strength was used to increase his speed. Androni's fighting spirit had just changed direction and his defense power was very weak. In this instant collision, the two of them almost did not have any protection and collided with each other at an extremely high speed. Naturally, Roger, who was strong in body, took advantage of it.

The fat man laughed loudly, and despite the pain, his smile seemed a little reluctant: "Don't you admit defeat? That little time just now was enough for me to kill you three or five times."

Androni moaned, then she had some strength and cursed in anger: "Fatty! What kind of playing are you doing? You're simply a scoundrel! This time, you're lucky, I didn't have enough energy to fight and defend yourself. Otherwise, you'll try it like this? What are you doing! Get off!"

Roger stared at Androni's gorgeous face, and smiled maliciously: "Go down? Have you forgotten our bet? Since you lost, you will have to let me deal with it for a day. Guess what I will do next?"

Even though the two had close contact, and even if Androni was mentally prepared to accept everything, she still couldn't stand Roger's unscrupulous and extremely naked humiliation.

She changed into a cold face and said, "Of course I remember. Don't worry, I'm not someone who can't afford to lose. No matter what you want to do, hurry up!"

Ignoring Yiren's face change, the fat man still looked like a scoundrel and smiled and said, "Hurry, slower, it's all day anyway. If you're fast, you can do it a few more times!" While speaking, he placed one hand on Androni's chest lightly, staring at her eyes, and slowly pressed it down. His other hand slowly penetrated into her clothes.

Androni closed her eyes in shame and anger, turned her face to the side, and her face gradually turned pale. She bit her lips tightly, and her slender fingers penetrated deeply into the frozen soil under her body. But even so, she could not control her body trembling.

"Your body is still like this!" the fat man smiled.

Androni's eyes opened slightly, looked at Roger coldly, and closed her eyes without saying anything. However, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her body trembled gradually. It seemed that she would soon reach the limit of patience.

Roger suddenly stood up, helped Androni up, and said with a smile: "Hmph, seeing that you have endured such hard work, I am a kind-hearted person, I really can't bear it, so I'll spare you again!"

Androni was stunned and then spat: "You are kind-hearted? What a hell! If you didn't use this shameless style of playing, would you be able to defeat me? The same was true last time! In short, with your little strength, it's impossible for me to win in a real battle!"

Roger smiled, his eyes wandering around her, and finally landed on her long legs, saying, "It's rare that I'm so kind, but you don't appreciate it! Well, I haven't seen what your long legs look like in a long time. Anyway, it's a long time since I've seen a long day, so I can enjoy it."

Seeing the fat man pushing his hands up, Androni's face turned pale again, and she had to say, "Stay away from me! OK... I admit that you are a good person, is that OK?"

This time Roger was very cooperative and really stopped. He looked at Androni and said, "I know you were not convinced by losing, but don't care what methods I used. If you win, it's true. I can let you go this time, but you can't be so cheap. From today on, you have to protect Froya for a month. If you are not convinced, you can come and challenge me at any time. We still have to make a bet. If you lose once, you will either accompany me for a day or protect Froya for a month."

Androni stared at the fat man and said slowly: "Actually, from the beginning, you just wanted me to protect Froya, right?"

Roger smiled and said, "That's right." After that, he cast a flying technique on himself, rose slowly and flew towards Richelieu.

Androni stood quietly in place, coldly watching Roger's figure fly away, and suddenly screamed: "Fatty! You are such a bastard!"

Roger was flying in the air in the wind. The erotic battle just now diluted his suppressed mood a little, but that was all. Once he got up and flew, the endless shadow quietly spread from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing Androni's angry cry behind her, Roger thought to himself with some self-deprecating thought: "Bastard? Maybe I am really a perfect bastard! After struggling for so long, I didn't understand anything about my own affairs..."

He also didn't understand why he was considered a cheaper one this time, so why was he called a bastard?

At this time, the magic energy that was supporting him to fly gradually weakened. The fat man knew that it was time to add another flight technique to himself. The magic level of flight technique is said to be high or low. It is very energy-consuming to be instantly activated, and chanting a very short spell is a good choice.

Roger spit out a few simple syllables, and the magic power was arranged in a row in a row. A new flying technique was about to be cast on him. Unfortunately, the accident always appeared in the moment before success. For some reason, a small amount of magic power in the flying magic magic suddenly became disordered and broke away from his control. Control is a very subtle thing, and a slight discord can lead to the failure of a magic.

The fat man screamed in surprise and fell to the ground. He used all the magical methods he had learned in his life in the air. He could not help but fire out one flight technique, and even used anti-gravity techniques. However, any magic will always make a small mistake, resulting in the failure of the magic. Even in his last despair, he added a magic armor to himself, trying to relieve the pain. Unfortunately, such a small wish is not easy to realize.

With a plop, the fat man finally slapped the ground firmly on the ground that had not yet been frozen.

A sexy and hoarse familiar voice fell from his head: "What have you done to that girl that she would scold you asshole in such anger?"

Roger was still dizzy at this moment, so he barely raised his head!
Chapter completed!