Several morning lights pierced the darkness in the sky, and dawn was coming.

Roger opened the window and took a deep breath of the morning breeze with a bone-broken chill, and suddenly felt much more awake. Although he was very mentally powerful and busy for several days, he still felt very tired.

Behind him, a faint moan suddenly sounded. Roger turned around and saw Feng Die's arms tightly embracing her body, shaking. She was still naked, and the elf was naturally afraid of the cold, and this gust of cold wind almost freezes her.

Roger casually closed the living room window. With a wave of his hand, several flames in the Demon Realm ignited around Fengdie's body. The high heat emitted by the black flames dispelled the cold air around her.

Roger's eyes wandered on Feng Die's naked body, and the bright red color instantly stained Feng Die's cheeks. Although she was already prepared to be humiliated, she still felt uncontrollable shyness and panic when she was about to come.

She couldn't help but cover her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, and slowly squatted down.

When Rogge saw this, he laughed and said, "Okay OK! Get up! Have a good rest today, and there will be no relaxing days in the future!"

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Feng Die looked at his back and said in an inauspicious voice: "Yes! Master."

She picked up her clothes and was about to put them on when she suddenly saw Ajiani standing at the door of the bedroom. Fengdie shook her hand and all the clothes slid to the ground.

The two beautiful elf women looked at each other for a long time, and there were so many things in their eyes.

"Ajiani, you... you heard it and saw it just now?" Feng Die asked softly.

Ajiani just stared at Feng Die in a daze, her face was filled with sadness, and two lines of clear tears slowly slid from her cheeks.

All the expressions on Feng Die's face disappeared. While wearing clothes, she said coldly: "Ajiani, it was me who harmed you, and I informed you of the temple sacrifice. Today I have such a consequence, and I deserve it, and you don't have to sympathize with me."

Ajiani sighed softly: "What close sisters we used to be! Why did we need this? Why did we have to reach this point? Fengdie..."

Fengdie interrupted her lightly: "From today, Fengdie has died. In fact, from the time when I made up my mind to report you to the temple, Fengdie has died. You, Rumsfield and I were best friends before, and they would have been the same in the future. But Roger appeared. You fell in love with Rorsfield, and I fell in love with Rumsfield, but Roger was determined to put Rumsfield to death! He could not fight Rorsfield, so I would end up today. But if Rorsfield could not fight him, he would let you and Roger live quietly and happily in the distance."

Ajani was silent.

Feng Die paused for a moment and sighed softly: "This difference is that he is never a match for Roger! But I don't regret following him, and I will never regret it! Why can't the elves maintain their traditions? Why must they change? For survival? Since when did the elves have been so afraid of sacrifice. In order to survive, they would rather give up faith and traditions in order to survive?"

Feng Die turned his head and looked at Ajiani coldly, and said softly: "Miss Ajiani, you can do whatever you want. As long as you get the owner's consent, I will do anything."

"Fengdie, I...I'm really sad..." Ajiani really didn't know what to say, and what to say. She had already vaguely felt what Roger had to do next.

But on one side is her best friend and on the other side is her beloved person. Ajiani really doesn't know what to do. Besides, Feng Die has signed the contract, and it's too late to stop Roger. She can only hope that Roger can fulfill these two poor elves, although she knows how slim this hope will be.

Feng Die ignored Ajiani anymore. She returned to the living room and lay quietly on the sofa. Light green light began to flash across her body. She had to seize every time to practice fighting spirit. She still had hope. She wanted to improve her strength. She wanted to break the shackles put on her and Rumsfeld! Although this was a very difficult road, she had to go on anyway and finish it.

The complexity of the magic array written by Roger far exceeds Feng Die's cognition. Magic is not her strength. But Feng Die's eyesight is not bad. As far as she knows, no magician in the elves can draw such a high-level magic array, let alone draw the magic array on the magic white silk in such an incredible way. In fact, it is normal for her not to understand. This kind of magic array in the soul contract is the black crystal left by Roger since Elyss. The demons have always been masters of soul control.

As for the second choice Roger gave her, she wouldn't even think about it.

Ajiani returned to the bedroom and sat blankly on the bed.

Feng Die and Ajiani were like this, one sat in the room and the other was practicing fighting spirit in the living room until dawn...

At this moment, in the water prison under the temple, Roger was sitting comfortably at the table, looking at Rumsfeld standing in front of him.

The guardian of the Holy Church had already obtained a clean dress, and the clear spring that flowed constantly in the water prison also washed away the filth left by his crazy night. He stood gracefully and calmly, without any feeling of being imprisoned at all.

It was the first time Rogge had carefully observed Rumsfeld after so long after coming to the Elves. He was a rare handsome man in the Elves. He was a person who combined exquisiteness and perseverance. Rogge couldn't help but admire him.

Roger suddenly thought, if Frey saw Rumsfeld's naked body, he wouldn't know what he would feel?

Rumsfield and Fengdie are both the most outstanding among the elf men and women, and are both talented and talented. They have already joined the ranks of guardians of the Elf Church at a young age. They are indeed a pair made of heaven and earth. The two of them grow up together, and if they don’t fall in love for a long time, they will be strange.

Unfortunately, Roger is not a person who can be beautiful in adulthood. He has too many accounts to do well with this pair of elves.

Roger smiled and said, "Rumsfield, you are a talent, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong path. If you follow me wholeheartedly, why would you fall to this point?"

Rumsfeld said calmly: "Sir, I admire your talent and strategy. There are so many incredible things about you, but now, I still don't understand how you fell into your plot this time."

Roger smiled and said, "That was the result of some unexpected gains. If I defeated you, there would be no glory. However, even without this unexpected gain, your fate would be the same, it was just a little troublesome. In fact, you had known that there would be such a day, why would you refuse to give up your faith and work with me?"

Rumsfeld showed a little sarcasm, and he said lightly: "Sir God, you can see through my character at a glance and know that I will never be with you. So, you wanted to kill me from the beginning and didn't waste any time and energy to convince me, right? Now I admit defeat, you don't have to scheming me anymore. I can give up any resistance, as long as you can let Fengdie go."

Roger pondered for a moment and slowly said, "The reason why the temple dared to go against me so stupidly was entirely because Feng Die revealed the news to the priests. The deaths and injuries of more than 2,000 elves and the lives of the 400-month dark side warrior are not light, right? Even if Feng Die is not the main culprit, he will at least make a decision. Do you think her life can be saved?"

Rumsfeld finally had a little anger on his face. He took a step and shouted softly: "Sir God! Fengdie is still a child! She doesn't know what she did or what consequences! You are too shameless, do you want to use her life to force me to surrender? Then, please execute us together! You will see how strong the noble elf will be! I will be very satisfied to be able to die with Fengdie! I think Fengdie will be the same!"

Roger smiled slightly and said, "Rumsfield, the failure of the elves is always connected with arrogance. Although you failed, you are still underestimating me. Think about it, what kind of magic I used when I drove out the human coalition? Do you want me to give you some tips? Haha, it seems that you have already remembered it, otherwise how could your face look so ugly? That's right! I use the necromancer, one of my professions is the necromancer. Let's think about what the necromancer is best at? It's manipulating the soul! You think that Fengdie was killed, everything

Is it all over? On the contrary, for me, the game has just begun! Is there anything more cruel than a soul that is lonely to accept the burning of fire, which will last for thousands of years? Or let it repeatedly experience the pain of becoming a skeleton warrior and being slowly crushed! Maybe you are still questioning my magic, so what level of magic is 'Flesh and Blood'? You should have heard of it? Yes, the level seven necromancer magic, and I have also cast it twice! How about it? Do you want to bet on a bet? I can't get the soul of Fengdie?"

Rumsfield's face changed drastically, and after struggling repeatedly in his heart, he finally closed his eyes with his fate and said weakly: "God envoy, if... if you can let her go, I, Rumsfield, swear with Hilo and my soul, will give up all my honors and faiths and become your humble slave for life!"

Roger still smiled and said, "The only thing I can promise you is that I can only give freedom to one person's soul. The soul of another person must be my test subject. This price is too insignificant for the fault you have committed. You can think about it slowly, and I have enough patience."

Rumsfeld returned to his calmness, and he said lightly: "Thank you for giving me a chance. You don't have to wait. Give the soul of Fengdie, and I will be your experiment! I can see that you need me to open up your will and this experiment can be successful, right? If you can swear as your god, then we will make a deal."

"You are such a genius! I can't bear to execute you! Okay, I promise you!"

Roger stood up and said solemnly: "I, Roger Ota Rivers, swear in the name of the seven oldest kings of the world of death. If Rumsfeld dedicates his body, soul and me, I will guarantee the freedom of the wind butterfly soul. If I violate the oath, I will be the enemy of the seven kings from now on, and will bear the strongest anger of the seven kings forever!"

As soon as Roger finished speaking, a flame rushed out of him and disappeared. Rumsfield recognized this as the fire of the spell, and finally a hint of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Roger looked around the water prison and said, "Very good! Let's start now! Although this water prison is a little simpler, it is very clean. Just use it as a temporary magic laboratory!"

He clapped his hands, called an elf guard in, and ordered: "I want to do a very important magic experiment to inform Elder Sius to strengthen the guards of the temple. If there is nothing particularly important, no one is allowed to disturb me!"

The elf guard took the order.

Roger turned around, looked at Rumsfeld, and smiled and said, "Although I am not very magical, you will soon find that I am a very clever necromancer. I will never waste every genius of you. You should feel glad that you will be the first elf to experience two erosions!"

The water prison darkened, and a black sea slowly rose...

Waves gradually emerged on the sea surface formed by the power of darkness and death, and the small waves quickly gathered into huge waves in the sky! As the waves were rising and falling, the thunder of huge waves hitting the sea surface resounded through the sky! Several huge tornadoes carried countless lightnings and lightnings to the sky!

The wind and waves on the sea suddenly separated to both sides! Roger, dressed in a black robe, was walking from the sea, from the tide of wind and anger. Every time he took a step forward, his figure became a little bigger. When his figure became clear, he was as tall as the surging waves around him!

Rumsfeld stood on this sea of ​​death, enduring the erosion of the storm. He knew that all this was an illusion. However, the torn pain he endured on his soul made him know that all this was not entirely illusory. But he had already had the heart to die, and even the pain coming from the deepest part of his soul was not enough to shake his steel-like will.

"Rumsfield! As we promised, open up all your souls! From then on, you will be reborn! You are still you, but Rumsfield will no longer exist in any plane or space! After being brought to my arms, you will become my sharpest sword! You will have the terrifying power that the Shadow Knight should have; you will not be limited to the power of the Shadow Knight! Proud elves! Show all the geniuses of the Guardian of the Holy Temple in front of me!"

Roger's voice was extremely loud, and every sentence was accompanied by countless roars of rage and thunder, and several huge waves were rising and falling! By the last sentence, Rumsfeld's eyes lit up, and all the huge waves on the Sea of ​​Death, the rolling lightning and the thunder of the thunder disappeared. In his eyes, only Roger's huge figure was approaching step by step!

The indescribable pain surged endlessly from the depths of Rumsfeld's soul. His handsome face was twisted to almost hideously! However, he was still trying to maintain the last line of purity of his mind. This was actually useless, but the elf's natural arrogance made him strive to fight for some dignity at the last moment.

"A Knight who walks in the darkness! After rebirth, Raphael will be your name!"

After Roger's words fell, the pain that almost teared Rumsfield apart suddenly disappeared. It seemed that nothing had happened. But he knew that everything was over, and in the next moment, his entire consciousness would be completely erased and his soul would become blank.

Rumsfeld will not exist in any plane or in any sense from now on. Perhaps the only exception is that he will still exist in Fengdie's memory, and will exist for a long time.

But his death is not worthless. As long as Fengdie can live well, everything is worth it, isn’t it?

Rumsfeld felt a little relieved in the last moment.

At this moment, he and Roger's spirit were closely connected, and Roger could feel everything he thought about.

Roger smiled faintly and said, "Rumsfield, you are too happy too early. At this time, you might as well show you my true face!"

A huge pillar of light suddenly rose from Roger! The pillar of light was colorful, with a pool of blood and a jungle of bones below, and a magnificent palace among the clouds above...

The devil's roar, the hymns of heaven, and the screams of the resentful spirits were intertwined, and several vigorous and melodious dragon roars were mixed in between!

Roger's power continued to increase, and in a blink of an eye it had already broken through the limit that Rumsfeld could imagine! The pressure came overwhelmingly, and it made the guardian of the Elf Church with extremely firm will kneel down involuntarily!

Roger's cold voice exploded directly in Rumsfield's soul!

"Whether magic power or fighting spirit is limited to the space laws of this world, no matter how powerful it is, it will eventually have its limits! Only the spiritual power that can drive all power will not be limited by the laws of space, and it is the origin of power! What you see now is the power of spirit! It is the most original power!"

At the last moment, Rumsfeld was extremely sane. Countless pictures flashed through his mind like lightning. Suddenly, he understood something, stood up suddenly, pointed at Roger angrily, but the spirit in his eyes gradually dimmed.

As his consciousness was erased, there was a last faint sentence from Roger:

"Do you finally understand? How could the other seven kings be able to restrain me except the eighth king in the Death World?!"
Chapter completed!