The Ten Sages Conference lasted from noon to night. They were not interested in staying in the City of Dawn for a night. After Rogers finished talking about the Impassable Continent, they left.
Of course, Rogers not only warned the big shots not to break the rules and cause trouble for his son. He also told them a lot of secrets about the Impassable Continent. He also planned to travel to the Fantasy Continent to see what the two continents had in common.
The nine saints had many considerations, among which the dwarves and elves expressed no interest.
They had fewer sages and could not spare manpower to seek death.
However, the three human empires, the Seraphkin, and the Mercenary Palace were very interested.
It was about the Fantasy Continent.
All the sages had a certain understanding of it. Although it was not as terrifying as the Impassable Continent, there were still some forbidden areas that could kill sages.
Fortunately, most of the places were safe.
Every year, some people would go to the Legendary Continent for training.
Usually, Ursula would open the door himself.
However.
The Temple of Light did not express whether they would go, but the Pope of Light definitely did not have any thoughts. To him, there were no so-called forbidden areas in the Gods' continent!
The secrets he knew were far more than anyone could imagine. It was just that this young pope had never told anyone about them.
As for the Deputy Temple Lord Ursula?
Before he died, he would definitely not take the risk to go anywhere. There was no need to think about it.
In fact, they were more interested in how Rogers would cause trouble for the Blackleaf Elves tomorrow.
The next morning.
The sun had risen halfway through the dawn.
Rogers was about to leave. William came to send him off with mixed feelings. He did not know that his father was going to the Blackleaf Forest. He thought that he was going to the Fantasy Continent.
"He's so busy. He's already a sage. Isn't it good to be a homebody? He's so busy all day." William complained in his heart. He felt that Rogers was so busy that he seemed to have some kind of motivation to become stronger.
But William had not figured out what attributes and endowments Rogers had. His father was more mysterious than he had imagined.
Rogers Godluck looked at the sun in the east and turned to William. He smiled and said, "I won't leave you any Sacred Weapons, but the sword used to suppress a Martial Sage is not bad. If you become a Martial Sage in ten years, you can pull it out."
"Ten years??" William's mouth twitched. It was not a long time, but it was not short either.
"Yes, ten years." Rogers continued, "Don't worry, the Fantasy Continent isn't that deadly to me. It can even be said that it's a treasure land for me now."
His Royal Highness raised an eyebrow. Could it be that you're going to look for those creatures made of spiritual power to absorb the luck?
Rogers did not explain. He continued, "Don't think that you have a good relationship with the Saints of the elves. In fact, they have always had a problem with your human bloodline. Otherwise, they would have killed their way over to save you!"
William's expression changed. He could not help but say, "But the Blackleaf Elven King …"
"He's a legend. Can his words control those Saints?"
Hearing this, the prince could not help but sigh.
In the end …
He was still too weak.
Or in other words.
The Elven Saint had invested in him, and the key was that he had to bear it himself and survive. Only then would he have the intention to invest in him.
From the beginning to the end, they had always treated him as an outsider.
As for those investors that he had pulled over, most of them were actually because of his' handsome 'talent. Otherwise, how could he have this kind of ability?
Subsequently.
Rogers extended his hand and gently tapped on the spot between William's eyebrows.
William wanted to turn his head, but he could not move. He felt his mind go blank, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, causing waves.
After a long time.
When William opened his eyes, he could not help but take out a mirror to look at himself.
There was a faintly discernible red dot between his eyebrows.
Then he glanced at the information panel.
He immediately swallowed his saliva.
[Prompt: Rogers of Providence has left 10 drops of sage blood essence in your body.]
[Prompt: You have the bloodline of Rogers of Providence. You can easily activate the blood essence for your own use.]
[Prompt: Each drop of blood essence can be activated once, or multiple drops, or 10 drops of blood essence can be activated at the same time.]
[Prompt: If you do not have time to use it, the blood essence will be automatically activated before you die.]
[Prompt: There are no side effects when using these 10 drops of blood essence.]
His Royal Highness was stunned. He looked around but couldn't find Rogers anymore.
"Perhaps, this is the best gift a father can give to his child?" William had mixed feelings, but he quickly regained his composure. He sought out Moses to exact revenge on the Magic Sanctuary.
…
Meanwhile,
Rogers of Providence, who looked pale, had arrived at the Blackleaf Elves' capital.
Before he could get within 10,000 meters of the capital.
An old man with an ordinary aura slowly appeared in the sky and blocked his way. He looked at Rogers with some fear, but there was also a sense of helplessness.
"Heh, you walked out by yourself?" Rogers glanced around and felt the aura of the sages. They seemed to be secretly observing him.
This old man was the Dawn King, the previous Blackleaf Elven King. He could also be called William's grandfather.
The Dawn King sighed and replied, "William is living a good life, and the Blackleaf Elves are very supportive of him. Are you going to pursue the past?"
"What a joke. What does his life have to do with you? Didn't you want to kill him back then?"
"I …"
"Don't tell me it's because of training. Can't you see how low his luck is? Look at the mentally retarded princes of the Blackleaf Elves. How many of them are promising? "
The old Elven King's expression darkened when he heard this.
But Rogers of Providence said in a cold voice, "I can understand your plans back then.
"It's because he's a half-Elven and has human blood.
"You're afraid that he has my abilities.
"You're afraid that he's also a prince. If he's capable, he'll definitely inherit the throne that should have been inherited by your grandson.
"Isn't that so?"
Roger's words were like pearls, and every word struck a chord in his heart.
However, the Dawn King's expression did not change at all. He just looked at him expressionlessly and sneered, "Seeing that your aura is so unstable, and because of Alice, I gave face to a new Saint like you. Do you really think you're invincible now?"
Rogers twisted his neck and smiled. "I'm definitely not invincible!"
"Then you …"
"But I can beat you to death."
"You're courting death!"
The old Elven King, who was originally old, glared angrily. His body shone with divine light. He pulled out his sword, and the cold light shone like the light of dawn, illuminating the entire Blackleaf Forest.
The leaves within a radius of 100,000 meters swayed, and the momentum was overwhelming. Countless people in the Blackleaf Elven Kingdom raised their heads and looked at the dazzling sky.
They felt it.
The old Elven King made his move.
But Rogers looked at the sword approaching him, but he did not make any defensive or offensive moves.
Puff.
He let the sword light slash his chest.
It tore the divine artifact armor on his body.
It tore his chest, and blood gushed out.
It tore the sky behind him, and a black line that was ten thousand meters long appeared.
Then.
Rogers clenched the hilt of his sword and shouted angrily, "I'll take your sword, and I'll pay you back three times!"
"Slash!"
"Slash!"
"Slash!"
In an instant.
Three dazzling sword lights pierced the sun, as if heaven and earth were being torn apart by the sword lights!
They slashed at the old Elven King, who was blocking his head with his sword.
Rumble.
The first wave of Saber Qi shattered the long sword.
The second sword energy forcefully slashed a bloody mark on his head.
The third sword energy shattered his head, causing his body to smash into the ground and create a huge abyss.
Rogers did not attack again. He looked coldly at the old Elven King, who was gradually recovering, and said in a deep voice, "The first slash was for my wife. I want a thousand years of your life!"
"The second slash was for my son. I want a thousand years of your luck!"
"The third slash was for me. I don't like you, so I'll double the price."
"Pfft!" The old Elven King, whose head had just recovered, spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Rogers with an uncertain expression. He was too strong.
Peak Saint!
Or rather.
This guy had too many divine artifacts on him. This was what allowed him to step into the Saint realm, and he had already become a peak Saint!
Then.
Rogers sneered and said, "You know what my surname is. Other than my son, the position of the Blackleaf Elven King, anyone else will only lead the Blackleaf Elves to destruction."
"That's all I have to say!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Rogers left without looking back.
Leaving behind a group of Saints who were hiding in the dark and at a loss of what to do.
He was really strong.
Because if the Saints were divided, there were a few levels.
Early.
Middle.
High.
Peak!
Among them, early stage Saints were the weakest.
If the Chaos City Lord and the current Moses used all their trump cards, they would be able to fight with this kind of person for a while. Although they would definitely not be able to win, they would be able to escape.
Back then, Martial Sages were people who relied on divine artifacts to explode with the power of a middle Saint.
The old Elven King of the Blackleaf Elves and the Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves were all experts with the power of a high Saint.
And Rogers had just stepped into the Saint realm, but he had already stepped into the peak of the Saint realm. He was simply unbelievably strong.
Especially since many Saints were not fools. Even if Rogers was wearing divine artifacts, the key was that he had that kind of talent and combat power.
Or rather.
He had at least stepped into the high end of the Saint realm, and relied on those divine artifacts to give him the power of a peak Saint realm.
But it had to be said.
This guy had way too many Divine Artifacts.
For a normal Saint.
Although the gap between the early, middle and high Saints had gradually widened, they could still use divine artifacts to close the gap.
But the battle power of a peak Saint, other high level Saints did not have that many divine artifacts even if they wanted to go up.
Now that Rogers had directly stepped into this realm with a body full of divine artifacts, it was simply smashing his face with those divine artifacts.
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