Zhang Jiu, Farewell

A few taps on his shoulders woke Froya up from her deep dream.

At this time, the sleepy little goblin never had a good temper. She murmured something, waved her backhand, and a lightning flashed out and hit the hand that dared to disturb her Qingmeng.

This lightning is not much the same as the lightning produced by ordinary magic. It carries a hint of purple in the blue color. This lightning has greatly reduced its lethality to creatures, but it has some paralysis effects and will amplify the pain when hit. It seems that this is the ultimate killing method used by Froya to deal with the maid who dares to wake her up.

Roger smiled slightly, letting the subtle electric fire move back and forth on the back of his hand. He bent down and hugged Froya.

Froya moved, then she could barely wake up from her dream and open her blurred eyes.

This is still a parallel space created by Seus, but it is much deserted. The magic flames that jumped on the altar have long been extinguished, and the silver dragon egg that had originally floated and floated in the flames has disappeared.

Only then did Froya remember that after Roger inserted his left hand into the silver dragon egg, he stood still as if he had lost his soul. Sius told her that he must not disturb Roger at this moment. As for the final result, it was only for fate.

Froya had no choice but to wait. She didn't know how long she had been waiting, and finally she was extremely tired and asleep.

At this moment, she finally woke up and looked at Roger carefully for a long time before she could confirm that the person in front of her was really that fat man.

The little fairy smiled, but the two lines of tears could not stop falling.

Roger smiled and wiped away her tears, saying, "You are more and more crying now!"

Froya snorted and said, "You're proud! Anyway, I only have so many tears. One day I can finish it, and I will never cry for you again. What were you doing just now? Did you win the battle?"

The fat man smiled proudly and said, "Of course I won! If I can't even deal with a silver dragon that has never been born, I will be in vain. Haha, it's funny, this little thing actually wants to fight me to the death in its spiritual world! It probably doesn't know that I have no other skills, and I'm still good at thinking. Well, and this little thing is really not lucky. I recently saw a detailed analysis of various terrible abilities of an evil dragon in the abyss world, so I tried to turn into the dragon's appearance. I didn't expect that I would win this battle just after the transformation. It's really boring, haha! If the image of the evil dragon is not good, I was going to try the Goddess of Nature, the power of the Lord Gods of the Heavenly Realm, and even the Supreme God may change."

Fuluya was confused when she looked at the fat man and suddenly felt that the distance between her and him was becoming far away. As she looked, she suddenly exclaimed and said, "Damn fat man, why did your... look a little changed?"

She looked left and right and finally found that Roger's left eye was now amber-colored, and her pupils were a thin vertical slit, which didn't look like the eyes that a person should have.

Froya suddenly woke up. If Roger's left eye was enlarged dozens of times, it would be a dragon eye!

"How did your left eye become like this?"

"It's probably because he ate too much dragon egg." Roger said as if nothing had happened. He blinked his eyes a few times, and his left eye had returned to his usual appearance. He didn't know where the dragon eye had been hidden.

Roger held Froya and headed to the space portal in a corner of the platform. Froya struggled, jumped off the ground, and said, "Wait, where has Elder Sius been?"

"He took one step ahead."

"Okay, since he said this is where he put some private items, there must be a lot of good things! Let's look for it first, and then leave soon." Fuluya's eyes were filled with blue light, and she looked around at the seemingly nothing parallel space, eager to try.

The fat man smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand, picked up Fuluya and said with a smile: "This old fox is cunning! Do you think he will have only such a space? I have flipped it long ago and there is nothing! Let's go."

The little fairy then fell in Roger's arms unwillingly and asked again: "Have you swallowed that dragon egg? What new skills have you added?"

"How much power can a dragon egg add to me? The biggest gain is that it has taught me how to think and survive in the form of a silver dragon, or to observe the whole world with a pair of dragon eyes."

"don't know!"

The fat man said in a little embarrassedly: "This... is difficult to explain. But there is one thing that is easy to understand. Froya, will you use low-level magic such as paralysis, chaos or sleepiness when facing a great magician or a strong man?"

"Of course not!" Fuluya replied frankly: "These low-level magic castings on these strong people are not likely to be successful at all. I might as well use the dissociation technique! Although it is also unlikely to succeed, it is at least still deterrent. Or I will cast some protective magic on myself, which is better than putting these useless low-level magic."

Rog said: "That's it. We know that all these low-level magic have high-level versions that have been enhanced. Not only do they have much higher magic demands, but the spells and gestures when casting are also much more complicated. However, the effects of these high-level magic are actually no different from basic magic. The only difference is that they are more difficult to resist by the target. I just discovered that after the Dragon Language magic is cast, the effects of paralysis and chaos are the same as our magic. However, the negative effects produced by Dragon Language magic are very difficult to resist. In fact, this is not because of how complicated Dragon Language is. You and I understand Dragon Language, and it is really nothing special. The only difference is that those who can use Dragon Language magic are all higher dragons, and the soul and spiritual power of these higher dragons are far stronger than ordinary humans. This is the key to determining the resistance of magic. Do you understand?"

Froya frowned, nodded, and then shook her head again.

The fat man smiled and said, "I'll try to show you, and you'll understand."

As he said that, he didn't see any movement, but a silver light flashed slightly in his eyes. Furoya suddenly had her whole body stiff and could not move. It turned out that she had already been hit by Rogue's instant paralysis technique.

Fuluya was shocked. If you combine the most common paralysis technique with instant meditation, then Rogue must have at least cast magic power of about seventh level magic to do it. So the fat man must use low-level paralysis, rather than enhanced paralysis of up to fifth level. However, after Fuluya practices plane meditation, not only has the magic control power greatly increased, but also the magic resistance has also increased, especially the ability to resist spiritual magic is even stronger. How could he get an ordinary paralysis?

This must be a coincidence! She thought so.

She tried several times in succession, but she could not untie the magic in her body. Roger smiled and also sent a silent and instantly broke the demon to remove the paralysis technique in Froya. Next, it was paralysis, devil, paralysis, and devil. It repeated ten times, but Froya did not resist successfully once!

Only then did she understand what Roger meant.

At this time, Roger had already stepped out of the space door with Froya in his arms and appeared in Sius' room. Sius was sitting in a corner of the room, while tasting tea while reading a book. Seeing Roger come out, he raised his head and looked at the fat man carefully, and then smiled and said, "Congratulations to Lord Roger, you are finally back alive!"

The fat man laughed and said, "How could I lose when I compete with a little guy who has never seen the world? What book are you reading?"

Before he finished speaking, Roger had reached out to snatch the book from Seus. During the whole process, his left hand was always tightly clasped Froya's waist, and the little fairy was as if it was growing on him, and he refused to leave for a moment.

Roger took the book, looked at the cover, and read: "Look at the curse from the perspective of the recipient..." Obviously, this is another book written by a madman.

Roger turned a few pages, and sure enough, the book was written by a magician who tried various curses. The fat man snorted, threw the book on the table, and said, "Who wrote this?"

"Just an unknown magician. His habit is to try various curses with his body. Of course, if you read this book carefully, you will find that it has not been finished. Because the last chapter of this book originally planned to tell the Curse of Death..."

Roger thought about it, picked up the book and put it in his arms. The last time he got from Seus, the magic book about the relationship between speed, time and space, finally gave him a lot of inspiration. After solidifying the acceleration technique and knowing how to hide and dodge, the fat man combined these experiences and came up with many magical escape methods. Nowadays, ordinary people can never catch the fat man.

Any books that Seus read seriously are more or less strange, and Roger has known this. And now he has discovered that thinking about problems from other perspectives can sometimes bring unexpected gains. For example, thinking from the perspective of a dragon finally made him understand the origin of some very useful low-level magic. However, this is easy to say but difficult to do. Without absorbing the soul of a young dragon and truly having the experience of a silver dragon, how can he know the essence of dragon language magic?

Of course, I don’t know whether the world will gain the same results from the perspective of a goblin.

The spiritual world is very wonderful. The spiritual world of goblins, which are simple, stupid, bold and crazy creatures, Roger instinctively felt that it would be much more dangerous than the spiritual world of a silver dragon, and he was unwilling to take such risks. As Froya said, you have to be a little sure of your hard work.

The fat man finally let go of his hand holding Fuluya and said to her: "You go and rest first, I have to discuss some things with Elder Xius."

After Froya left, Roger sat in front of Sius, pondered for a moment, and said, "Elder Sius, you must have heard his declaration."

"Of course, well-informed is a basic requirement for killers."

The fat man nodded and said, "I'm wondering why he issued a challenging declaration so arrogantly. Does he really have invincible power? Is his power surpassing God?"

Xius said: "In my opinion, his power may be stronger than some lower gods, but it is not much stronger."

"That's good!" The fat man nodded and said, "Let's discuss and see how to trick him into a place where he can't escape. Then everyone rushed over and let him stay in this plane! But he had already suffered a big loss last time, would he still be as stupid this time?"

Looking at the fat man's vicious face, Seus couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said, "Master Rogge, these guys from heaven are not all stupid, especially those who are not restricted by their physical limitations. I think he must know that his strength is limited, but this time he is still so arrogant. He must be quite sure that we are not afraid of using the European tactic.Master Rogge, we may have to find another way."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Roger asked staring at Sius.

Sius raised his head, met Roger's gaze, and said calmly: "Lord Roger, no god is omniscient and omnipotent. Such is the case for those gods with infinite power, so how can I know everything? I really can't give you an answer in this matter."

Roger nodded and said, "I understand." Then he strode out of Seus' room.

In the endless mountains, there is a beautiful and peaceful village. The mountains block the cold wind from the west. The hot springs outside moisten the valley land. Therefore, despite the heavy snow outside the mountains, it is still a refreshing green.

The life in the village is harmonious and peaceful, and is almost completely self-sufficient. Even if a fierce monster comes here from the mountains, it only adds a stream of wild game to the villagers. Almost everyone in the village practices martial arts, and it is not weak. The source of all martial arts comes from the elderly Vito.

On this clear afternoon, Vito sat in the open space beside the village, watching several children practicing sword skills, occasionally, he would give some advice. For some reason, his thoughts have frequently returned to those years that have almost been forgotten. They were years of anger, bloodthirsty, sadness and madness.

When Vito was middle-aged, he finally met the bride of his life. However, not long after the happy days, and before he even finished his honeymoon, the executor of the church court came to the door. Vito then realized that his wife was a fanatical anti-church. Next, he was endless escape, fighting, hunting, ambush. Blood and fire, killing and death had become the whole of his life. As time passed, he had forgotten to kill the bishop under the sword. But his wife did not have the strong fighting spirit as strong as him. Finally, in a battle, due to Vito's poor protection, he fell under a large-scale killing magic.

In the following years, Vito's memory was completely blank. When he woke up, he was already in this small village.

Thirty years or forty years? He can't remember it any longer. He only knew that the dust accumulated on his giant sword with both hands was getting thicker and thicker every day.

The sun was so red this afternoon.

As soon as Vito narrowed his eyes, he found that there was a strange existence in front of him at some point. The purple-red robe on the person's body kept floating like flying flames.

Vito really couldn't describe the weird beauty.

But as soon as this person appeared, a few children who were still practicing sword skills in the square fell silently to the ground, and then turned into a thick red ball and rose to the sky.

Vito stood up. He knew from the terrible sacred aura that faintly exuded from the body of the coming, that the Church of Light had found him.

"I'm going to get the sword, and the people in this village are innocent." Vito said calmly.

"No need. Whether you take the sword or not will the result is the same. And I'm very busy." Achilles said softly.

In front of Vito, a large piece of thick red suddenly appeared. He looked hard and then realized that this piece of red was actually composed of several pieces of fluttering red silk. He tried his best to his life, and at the last moment, he realized that each piece of red silk was connected by countless thin red lines.

The redness quietly passed through Vito's body.

After a moment, the quiet village had turned into ashes in the charming red flames.

At dusk, the independent port city of Rea, located on the southeast coast of the mainland, ushered in red glows as usual. However, a fiery red sunset suddenly fell in the sky and fell on the city lord's mansion. When the red glow dissipated, the entire city lord's mansion and the legendary city lord Samai had disappeared out of thin air.

After more than 20 years of lord Samai, he had extraordinary martial arts and strategies. He repelled three attacks from the Cult Crusaders and maintained the independence of Gea City. Since then, the forces of the Southeast coastal countries have emerged, and the power of the Church of Light has been forced to stay away from the coastline, so Samai has lost its place to use his skills.

"Mr. Achilles is moving so fast," Augustus said.

In the Great Temple of Light, the Pope looked blankly into the distance. After a long time, he slowly said: "Yes, but Odairech has many subordinates, so the adults may be in trouble. So, you send two people to the north, just take it as a helper!"

"Yes! But..." Augustus hesitated for a moment and asked again: "This matter is of great importance, and I have to ask you to give me some advice. Which two should we choose?"

Like all the elderly, the Pope's reaction was surprisingly slow. He said after a long time: "You can do it. Lord Achilles moves very quickly, just choose two people who can hurry over."

"I understand." Augustus took a step back and his burly body hid into the space.

Night had already fallen, but the faint red light emitted from Achilles' body reflected the top of the snow peak. He quietly looked at an old woman in front of him who was still struggling. Her hair was gray and her teeth were half falling. At this moment, she was floating in the air, struggling helplessly and desperately.

There was a thick red ball in the sky, and the center of the red was a bottomless piece of nothingness. This red ball had actually penetrated the space barrier and opened a door leading to the endless void. The old woman was struggling at the gate, but the terrifying tearing force in the void was beyond the reach of human beings.

Despair appeared in her eyes, and her body was being sucked into the space door bit by bit.

Achilles ignored her and raised his perfect left hand to his eyes. A vague figure appeared on the tips of his three fingers. These three figures were always in the same position, without moving for a moment.

Confusion flashed in Achilles' bright red eyes, and his dark eyebrows frowned slightly. He really couldn't understand why he suddenly lost the position of these three people. He had already locked in all the candidates provided by the Pope, but suddenly, these three people disappeared out of thin air from his senses!

This is by no means something that ordinary people can do. But in this plane, at this time, no existence can erase all traces in front of Achilles. As long as there is time, he will definitely find out the reason. Even if the existence behind the scenes is God, Achilles is fearless.

But a wave of anxiety and desire flashed through his heart, and he couldn't wait to complete his mission in this plane. His patience was almost wiped out.

It was already late at night. On this cold night, the entire imperial capital was quiet, and no one was willing to go out on such a night.

By the side of a river channel that emits steam, Froya and Roger were holding hands and strolling along the river. Perhaps because of the coldness of the night, Froya's hands were as cold as ice. Roger had wrapped her entire slender hand in his palm, but he could not see the slightest warmth of this slender hand.
To be continued...