"That son of a bitch Wade must be in collusion with undead creatures!" Roger cursed in his heart, then got out of the tent and asked: "How many are there? How far away are they?"
"The number is astonishing, more than those who besieged Davao before. []" Chris replied with a worried look: "It's less than three miles away from us, and it won't take long to arrive!"
After listening to Chris's report, Roger was also secretly surprised. If there were more undead attacks than those who originally besieged Fort Davao, it would be difficult for everyone to leave alive. After all, there were strong walls to rely on at Fort Davao, but now there are
There were no fortifications. But Roger knew that he must not show any fear now, so he immediately ordered in a deep voice: "I understand, let everyone prepare for battle!"
Roger's attitude really impressed Chris. The knight responded softly and then conveyed his order. At this moment, Roger found that the magic ring on his little finger suddenly gave off a gleam of light, and the words that activated the magic
The spell also appeared on the ring, giving people the feeling that the ring suddenly came to life.
Although the light on the ring quickly dimmed and returned to its original ordinary appearance, Roger already understood that this situation meant that the ring was fully charged and could be used again.
"Hehe... this ring can finally be used!" Roger stroked the ring and asked the castle master: "How much soul power do we still have? Is it enough to send me back to the original world, where I will wait until the castle reaches level three?
return?"
The Castle Master made a quick calculation, and then replied with confidence: "The power of the soul is more than enough. In addition to allowing you to stay in the original world until the castle is upgraded, it is also enough to train many soldiers!"
"Okay, prepare to send me back!" Roger made a decision immediately.
"Have you forgotten that there is a guy with magic props waiting for you in that world?" The castle leader reminded Roger uneasily: "What's that guy called Ling... By the way, the guy with a weak spirit!"
Roger sneered and said: "Now that the magic ring can be used, we should give that guy some color!"
Roger immediately returned to the tent and changed into the clothes on Earth, and then felt a familiar dizziness and returned to the suburbs where he practiced swordsmanship. He found that no matter how many times he had experienced space travel, the dizziness could never be avoided.
Fortunately, Roger was well prepared and was able to stand still without falling.
The dizziness disappeared quickly, and Roger Lingxu turned the soul-calling flag to himself again. Roger knew that as long as Lingxu pointed the small cloth flag at himself, and then shouted "Ji!", his soul would be healed.
He was photographed by the other party. At this time, he was also very nervous, waiting for the best time to activate the magic ring.
Although Roger experienced many things in the world of Toulonzo before facing the spiritual need again, Roger never left this Taoist priest. The soul-calling banner in Lingxu's hand was quickly aimed at Roger, and he
There was also a hint of a sinister smile on his sanctimonious face.
"Now!" Knowing that Lingxu was about to use the soul-calling flag, Roger, who had been waiting for this moment, quickly recited the incantation to activate the magic ring.
Just as Roger read out the last syllable, Lingxu also shouted at him: "Jiu!"
Just like before, a small gray vortex appeared on the summoning flag, and then quickly grew in size and hit Roger under his hood. Roger looked at the vortex nervously, secretly praying that the magic ring could protect the barrier and work.
The vortex turned in front of Roger in an instant, and Lingxu waited with a proud look on his face as Roger's soul was absorbed into the soul-calling banner, and then he could take his magic weapon as his own.
However, when the vortex was about to hit Roger, an oval-shaped light curtain suddenly appeared in front of him. The vortex hit the light curtain hard, causing the light curtain to twist and shake violently, but in the end it failed to break through the barrier.
It quickly disappeared without a trace.
"How is that possible?!" Lingxu was shocked and angry after witnessing this scene. Just when he was about to activate the summoning flag again to deal with Roger, a fireball as big as a fist suddenly appeared and flew straight towards his face.
This series of changes was beyond Lingxu's expectation. He never imagined that Roger, who seemed to have no resistance at all, would actually use so many terrifying methods. The fireball hit Lingxu head-on, who was unable to defend himself, and then what happened
Violent explosion.
With a loud "Boom!", the fierce air flow blew Roger unable to even open his eyes. When the surroundings returned to calm, he found that Lingxu had fallen to the ground in a "big" shape, and his face and body had been covered with wounds.
The flames were scorched black, and most of his hair and beard were burned off. He looked so miserable, and how could he still look like a cultivator?
The power of the fireball was astonishing. Although Lingxu's physique was far better than that of ordinary people, he was unable to fight again after being blown up. The soul-calling flag in his hand also fell far away on the ground, and he could no longer do anything to Roger.
No threat at all. Seeing Roger slowly walking towards him, Lingxu struggled to raise his head and asked: "What magic weapon did you... just use?"
In the world of cultivation, Lingxu is definitely a firm believer in "the supremacy of magic weapons." In his past, his own cultivation level was not important. As long as he had a powerful magic weapon, he could be invincible and eventually ascend in the daytime. So even if
At this time, this guy still couldn't forget Roger's magic weapon.
"Want to know?" Roger took out the long sword from the secondary space without asking, then slashed hard at Lingxu and said, "I won't tell you!"
Lingxu felt a chill on his neck, and his whole body fell into complete darkness, and then he knew nothing.
In fact, Lingxu's death was quite unjust. In terms of power alone, his summoning flag is many times more powerful than Roger's magic ring. The magic ring was originally a self-defense weapon for Fisichella, who held the title of count.
, but compared with the soul-calling flags that have been passed down for thousands of years, they are not even close to one or two points.
However, the magic ring only needs to activate the spell to exert its full power, while the power of the soul-calling banner depends on the strength of the user. In terms of Lingxu's ability, it is already very difficult for him to exert 20% of the power of the soul-calling banner.
It's amazing. A summoning flag with 20% power was matched with a magic ring with 100% power. Naturally, Roger was alive but dead.
Just as Lingxu breathed his last, a thumb-sized ball of light emerged from his body and quickly submerged into Roger's body. This ball of light, both in size and brightness, was larger than what ordinary people would see after death.
The soul power of Lingxu is much stronger, and it is very close to the skeletal mammoth. For a human being, Lingxu can have such strong soul power, which shows that he still has considerable strength.