Looking up to heaven in hell under the glory of eight

Grand Duke Mansion.

Feng Die was lying quietly in the magic circle and fell into the deepest sleep. Around her body, a silver magic circle was slowly circulating, and it could not help but produce silver mist, neutralizing the thick blood mist from Feng Die's body.

In the battle that day, Fengdie, who was completely controlled by bloodthirsty and killing, killed more than half of the Druid warriors alone. The more lives she harvested, the stronger her power would be, but it would become more difficult to control herself. This is the power of the dark curse. If there is enough time and killing, this curse can completely create a god of death walking in the mortal world!

However, the strong men of all races obviously will not tolerate a completely out of control killing machine. Even various powerful creatures with high intelligence will not sit idly by and watch such a god of death grow and grow like a enemy who regards all life as their enemies.

Compared with the Dark Curse, the curse attached to the Soul Eat Dagger is indeed one level worse, so it is completely suppressed and dispersed by the power of the Dark Curse.

Originally, Roger's magic power could not cast such a powerful curse at all, but the demons were masters of dark magic. The black crystal left by Elyss not only records the method of directly casting dark curse with magic power, but also explains the principles of dark curse and the system that supports the continuous operation of the entire curse. In a sense, the various powerful dark magic left by Elyss may not be as valuable as the principles of these magic.

With Elyss' magic power, of course, he can cast the Dark Curse without relying on any external force at all, but Roger does not have this strength. Fortunately, he also has some undead magic knowledge of Lich Elgra. With the help of powerful magic potions modulated by Froya, this is why, based on the use of a large amount of rare magic materials, the difficulty of casting the Dark Curse in the form of a magic emblem has been successfully reduced to the level of seventh-level magic in the form of a magic emblem.

The price is the consumption of a large amount of magic materials. This is the perfect reproduction of the equivalent value of gold coins proposed by Fis at that time.

After each killing, Fengdie will fall into a deep sleep. When she wakes up, she may be controlled by the power of the curse. At this time, Roger will rely on the soul contract with Fengdie. Together with her, suppress the power of the curse and restore the clarity of Fengdie's consciousness. But what makes Roger strange is that there is a new force in Fengdie's body fighting against the Dark Curse. It is precisely because of this power that Fengdie successfully avoids the invasion of the curse power many times. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Roger to suppress the Dark Curse with his magic power alone.

Roger once asked Fengdie not to kill people, but she could not control the killing. Later, this requirement was changed to not kill too many people. However, every time she saw Druidie and Fengdie would harvest life almost madly and ignore the possible consequences at all. In her words, hunting as many Druidie as possible was the only meaning of her survival.

Looking at Feng Butterfly sleeping in the blood mist, Roger suddenly remembered the first encounter with her, and the stunning moment when he took off his helmet.

At that time, the land elves were still simple, kind, proud and a little naive. In order to save the lives of the two little giants, she was able to surrender to Roger's shameless request, and even planned to sacrifice her life for it and die with Roger.

A few years later, the wind butterfly, who quietly slept in the blood mist, had a look as beautiful as before. But what about her heart?

Rogge sighed quietly. If it weren't for his appearance, Feng Die would still be so proud, simple and happy. Even if the entire elf clan would slowly die in the central mountain range, so what? She is just an ordinary elf woman, why bother worrying about a thousand years later?

God's messenger?

Roger felt more and more that whether the messenger was real or fake, it was just a small ripple in the river of destiny. Since he came to the north, as his status and strength improved, his horizons became wider and wider, and all kinds of strong people began to appear one by one. In fact, how these strong people should have lived, and now they are still living. Except for a few directly related to him, Roger's appearance did not have any impact on them.

To put it simply, the reason why Rogge had no strong people in his life before was just because he was not qualified to enter this circle and participate in the game.

Even if he is now in power and his magic power has improved rapidly. But in the eyes of these long-standing strong men, the fat man is still a clown-like figure. He has never overestimated his abilities. If the future rise and fall of the elves are all placed on him, that is pure nonsense. If the revival of the elves depends entirely on one person, then such a race should have been destroyed long ago.

Roger suddenly felt a little interested in Lanshan. He was determined to fight for power and profit, only thinking that one day he could defeat the Church of Light. But if that day really came... he suddenly felt an empty and indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Roger sighed. Now he is in a difficult position. There are too many enemies in front of him to defeat him, and countless people are eyeing him. If he does not move forward, his fate will be to defeat the later generations.

Boat against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

Rog quietly left the room and ordered the elf guard to take care of Fengdie. He went to the Eye of Wisdom to supervise the progress of the Holy Infant.

The holy and solemn main hall of the eyes of wisdom has now become a big market, extremely noisy.

In the open space next to the main hall, dozens of rows of tents have been set up for parents who come from afar and provide food for those who come from afar. As for those nobles or rich people, they will naturally find a decent hotel to stay in.

Thousands of baby girls have been handed over to the hands of the Eye of Wisdom. The Holy Infant is an oracle kissed by the goddess, so the church attaches great importance to it from the Saint Mora. The houses on the street behind the main hall were all requisitioned to temporarily resettle these baby girls. Fortunately, there are hundreds of thousands of believers of the Eye of Wisdom, and there are sufficient people to take care of these baby girls.

Rogge walked by one by one with Mora. More than twenty baby girls were placed in each room, and each girl had a nameplate on her neck. It contained relevant information about her parents in case of confusion.

Tomorrow is the day when the goddess personally chooses the saint's land.

Those who are determined to rely on their daughter to climb up and have some solutions all seized the last day and tried hard to get their daughters to be selected by the goddess through certain channels. It is said that the front row closest to the altar fire at the ceremony has reached more than 100 gold coins, although getting close to the altar may not necessarily mean that the goddess will pay more attention.

Roger knew all these things. But not only did he not mind, he even secretly supported the underground activities at the auction ceremony, and made some money from it. The philosopher once said that living in the attic of the neighboring water, one could see the moon in the water first. Most people in the secular worldly minded that when they spent gold coins, they felt that they had done their best. As for whether this move was really useful, few people were willing to think deeply.

After walking through more than a dozen rooms, Roger finally felt a little impatient and couldn't help asking, "How many baby girls are there in total?"

Moral recalled and said gently: "There are 3,086 in total. However, it will be time for the ceremony tomorrow, and there will be baby girls sent one after another."

Roger nodded and said with satisfaction: "It's already a lot. Take care of them, and I'll go back first." As he said, Roger walked out of the room.

Mora still said in a gentle but emotional voice: "The goddess's holy infant will receive the best care...ah!"

A shiny, delicate brown boot appeared outside the door, standing across Roger's way forward.

The fat man was caught off guard and suddenly tripped on the boot and fell down.

Suddenly, Roger was still calm in the face of danger. He shouted softly, and a faint silver light appeared all over his body, and he actually kept leaning forward and condensed in the air! Then the fat man's body suddenly moved one meter strangely, and at the same time, a black flame ball flew towards the sneak attacker with a shout!

The brown boots were suddenly retracted and then stepped on the air, just passing the flame ball of the Demon Realm. Stepping on the fat man's butt, Roger heavily landed on the ground, as if he had known that he was going to translate in the air.

Mora exclaimed, and with her right hand, the silver light on Roger's body became stronger. Her hands then danced gracefully, and she quickly recited the spell, as if she was about to launch an attack spell.

Mora's spell was chanted quickly and quickly, and powerful power could not be rushed out of her body. In terms of casting speed alone, it was far faster than ordinary mages. It seemed that this was also one of her abilities as a magician.

But the sneak attacker stepped on Roger with one foot. Another slender hand grabbed the air. A powerful force made Mora fly over himself. Mora had already recited half of the spell and suddenly disappeared. It turned out that her little mouth had been firmly sealed by the sneak attacker's mouth.

Morla struggled desperately. But the sneak attacker was very powerful, both with his hands and tongue, and it was not something she could resist. Morla was shy and panicked. For a moment, she only noticed the sneak attacker's eyes, just like the bottomless pool of water...

In desperation, Mora forgot all kinds of magic tricks, and she only bit the evil tongue hard. However, her silver teeth could not help the unscrupulous tongue!

At this moment, Roger's laughter and crying voice came from his feet: "Annie, stop making trouble! Morra is not something you can bully at will."

The sneak attacker was Androni who had disappeared for a long time. She smiled and let go of Mora.

Morra's face was flushed, as she was shy and angry. She grabbed Androni's chest just now, and when she looked carefully, she naturally found her daughter. She had never encountered such a strange thing before, and she was confused for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Androni loosened her boots and Roger stood in front of her.

Roger looked at Androni up and down, not missing an inch, especially her chest and legs. Androni was getting more and more uncomfortable to show him, and only felt that the place where Roger's eyes were swept by him was so hot that it was indescribable. Under the fat man's true gaze, Androni suddenly felt as if she was not wearing any clothes at all.

In the blink of an eye, she was ashamed and angry as Mora. Androni waved her hand and covered Roger's eyes with a slender hand, shouting: "Damn fat man! You dare to look around! Believe it or not, I will beat you harshly!"

Before she finished her vicious threat, her face turned pale. Her slender hands were as if they were bitten by a poisonous snake. Not only that, she subconsciously slid back several meters in an instant.

The fat man smiled proudly, reached out to rub his lips, sniffed it under his nose, and said, "Your hands are still so fragrant!"

Androni's face turned cold with anger and suddenly rushed towards Roger.

With a sudden sound, her body suddenly paused! It turned out that Roger had set up a transparent magic barrier between the two of them at some point. A blue light flashed across Androni's body. Roger's magic barrier was easily broken by her, and a slender hand then buckled towards Roger's throat like lightning.

Roger had no resistance this time. He let Androni hold his throat to death. To be honest, Androni's hands were ice and greasy. If it weren't for the strong force on her hands, it would have been a great pleasure to be grabbed by her.

"Annie, it seems that you have entered the Holy Realm! But your level is still a little worse, so you have to continue practicing. How can you be angry when you are excited?"

Morra was surprised. She never expected that the more she looked at this stunning woman who was more charming and had a weird habit of being a powerful woman in the Holy Realm, and she was so young! What surprised her even more was that Rogge, who always felt that she was incompetent, could teach Androni a lesson seriously. Androni was listening seriously!

On this day, Mora suddenly felt the world was in chaos, and she couldn't help but start to pray to the goddess secretly. Half of the prayer was silent, Androni suddenly looked at her. The ambiguous look of smile made Mora panic and immediately forgot the second half of the prayer.

Androni's eyes fell on Roger's face again. The fat man's smirk made her grit her teeth in hatred. She tightened her hands and completely locked Roger's throat. But the fat man looked indifferent and stopped breathing completely. With his physique, it would be fine if he didn't breathe for most of the day.

Androni suddenly took out a piece of paper from her arms. She looked at Roger with a smile and said, "Can you explain, what's going on with this wanted order?"

The whole collection of Androni was painted in men's clothing. Her appearance was lifelike, not only similar in shape, but also portrayed her arrogant and charming expression in a deep and deep way. At a glance, you can tell that the portrait was not only written by famous artists, but also someone who was very familiar with her must have pointed out that she was standing next to her. A long sword emitting very exaggerated blue light was hanging around her waist. Without asking, she was hinting at the blue sky.

The wanted order was ridiculous, saying that Androni robbed the purchasers of the Grand Duke's mansion, robbed several purchase money, and injured several servants who did not know martial arts. Putting aside these obscene charges, the order convicted Androni as insulting Prince Rogge's reputation, so the reward for capturing alive was 30,000 gold coins.

Roger laughed and said, "You have disappeared for so long and there is no news at all, so I thought of such a solution. Didn't this find you? Haha!"

Androni snorted. She loosened her left hand and spread her white slender hand in front of Roger: "You want me to stay? It's easy! But since you have issued a wanted order, I have brought myself, so... 30,000 gold coins! A gold coin cannot be lost! Fatty, don't you want to play with me this time! Take the money honestly!"

This time, it was Roger's turn to change his face.

After a while, Androni was already sitting in the high-back chair belonging to Roger in the Grand Duke's Mansion, and her long legs were unceremoniously placed on the magnificent desk.

She casually flipped through the documents on Roger's desk with her right hand, and her snow-white left hand spread out in front of Roger, and she understood her meaning very clearly: take the money.

Roger stood aside and whispered in a low voice: "Miss, why do you want so much money? What do you want? Just tell me what you want, right?" He said, staring at Androni's legs, and his lustful heart was beating uncontrollably.

Androni shook the document in her hand and said, "Of course money is useful! What kind of food, living place, play place, what kind of equipment is worth tens of thousands of gold coins? You see, this document is very clear. The equipment of a cavalry unit of 10,000 gold coins will cost you ten thousand gold coins. Humph, these hundred cavalry are not enough for me to kill in one day. Instead of spending the money on them, it is better to give it to me!"

Roger laughed dryly and said, "Annie, with your ability, I want to get some money... Isn't that easy?"

What he meant was that with Androni's strength, he could make money whether he was stealing or robbing.

Androni looked at Roger strangely and said, "Fatty, I really didn't expect you to be so stingy! You are now the lord of a country and you can't even bear 30,000 gold coins. Since you are so embarrassed, I'll go back to the south. Whether you speak to your father or brother, you will always get tens of thousands of gold coins. But that's fine. I finally know, in your heart, I'm not even as good as tens of thousands of gold coins."

After saying that, she got up and wanted to leave.

Roger stopped Androni, who was about to leave, and said with a wry smile: "Anne, it's not that I can't bear these gold coins, but I have no money at all. There has been too many things happening some time ago. The treasury of the principality has been empty long ago. Thirty thousand gold coins are nothing in your eyes, but this money is enough to make the entire Dresden organization operate for three months! Anne, if you have any needs, I can find a way to get it for you if you really need money. But... I'm not afraid of you making a joke, I really don't have money to squander for you now."

Androni looked at Roger with clear eyes as water and said, "Roger, if I stay in any country for a year, I won't say anything else. That monarch will take out 100,000 gold coins at least a year. So I don't take you the money for you. In fact, you are right. Money is nothing to me. But why should I work for you for no reason? Your enemies are many and strong now. Whether it is the Silver Dragon Clan, the City of Yunxiao, or the Church of Light you are determined to deal with, which one is not a strong gathering? Even if I already have the power of the Holy Land, I still dare not say that I can definitely protect myself. What can you give me so much for you?"

Roger was stunned.

He really couldn't say that there was any reason for Androni to work for him. Androni had done a lot for him. Even if Androni could not care about Roger getting her body with conspiracy, he had never given Androni anything. He had no money or equipment. If they talked about feelings, they didn't seem to have any feelings.

Androni said again: "Rogge, you are not interested in me, but the sword in my hand. Or do you think I am still good-looking and have some interest in me. But to put it bluntly. What you want to use the most is the power of the holy realm I have. If one day I lose the power of the holy realm, or if you have a stronger person around you, how will you treat me? Will you still value me as much as you do now? Don't joke. Since we are just using each other, of course I have to pay some price. This is just a reminder to you, don't think that you are the only one in the world who can always use others without any profit!"

Rogge was silent for a moment, then suddenly closed the door and unbuttoned his robe.

"What do you want to do?" Androni's face changed, then returned to normal, and she snorted coldly, "If you want to take advantage of it, you might as well try it. If you can touch it before I break a few of your ribs, I, Androni, will be at your disposal in the future!"

Roger ignored her fierce gaze and took off all her upper clothes. He picked up an inconspicuous thin scale armor he was wearing and handed it to Androni: "This breastplate, you have helped me for three years, what do you think?"

Androni took the breastplate and looked left and right. Except for the gray-smoked that it seemed to have been buried underground for hundreds of years, she could not tell at all that the breastplate was surprising.

"Is this a good thing? It's worth your close-fitting wear? Well, you haven't guessed that I'm going to be paid, so I'll just change into a breastplate to lie to me!"

Roger smiled and refused to answer.

Androni snorted, and a small blue light condensed from the tip of her index finger with her right hand, and pointed it to her breastplate. The power of her finger was comparable to a top-grade magic sword.

But the breastplate made a muffled sound, and it was not hurt at all. Androni was enough to penetrate the steel armor of the whole body, and even the dust that seemed to be attached to the fine scales did not scrape off!

Androni was shocked. This time, her whole right hand was wrapped in a blue light and she grabbed her breastplate hard.

Of course, it still returns in vain.

Then Androni carefully observed the breastplate. The breastplate was still composed of tiny gray scales, which seemed to be covered with dust. No matter how she looked at it carefully, she couldn't tell why this breastplate had such terrifying defense. Although it seemed that the breastplate did not have the ability to defend against magic, its defense alone was enough to be among the magical artifacts.
To be continued...