The black mist quickly expanded and turned into an enormous black woman.
Looking at the woman who was much bigger than him, Paimon extended his hand.
A visible white hand appeared and snatched at the enormous woman in the black mist.
Then, the Nether God moved even faster.
The black scythe tore apart the space even though it was launched later.
The violent air currents and dark magic power blew Paimon hundreds of meters away.
Also, a black wound was left on his chest.
The wound was so huge that a beating heart and wriggling lungs could be seen inside.
It was such a huge wound, but no blood flowed out.
However, black energy was attached to the wound, which made it difficult for Paimon to recover.
A black spatial crack quickly opened in the sky. Through the crack, Roland could see the Netherworld in it.
Then, the woman in black stared at Paimon and slowly floated into the crack with the black scythe.
As she entered, the crack rapidly became smaller, and then disappeared without a trace.
Paimon touched his chest and erased the black energy. His wound was soon healed.
At this moment, a slim and fair old man suddenly appeared next to him.
He looked around and said to Paimon, "I sensed the energy of the Nether God just now. Was it an illusion?"
"No, it wasn't."
"Hiss!" The old man hissed like a rattlesnake. "How can the Nether God come to our place? This place won't be safe if this goes on. "
Paimon shook his head. "She played a trick. It wasn't the arrival of a true god."
The old man was relieved. "That's good."
"Judas, I have a favor to ask of you." Paimon seemed to be struggling. "If you agree, I'll intentionally give you part of the control over space."
The Demon God named Judas widened his eyes and then retracted them. "You're so generous. It must be very difficult, isn't it?"
"Of course!" Looking at the distance, Paimon said slowly, "I hope that you can help me drive the expedition army of the Church of Light and the Golden Sons out of the Realm of Devils."
"How long will it take?" asked Judas.
"Within seven days."
"This is impossible!" Judas waved his hand. "Because of the rules of the contract, we can't directly participate in the war between mortals. Otherwise, the Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Life will definitely descend. So … the appearance of the Nether God's clone here is also related to you violating the rules?"
Paimon chuckled coldly. "Don't think that I don't know that you've secretly built a bunch of flesh puppets. Pull them out, and they should be able to handle it. "
"You're really well-informed." Judas laughed aloud, but his expression soon turned cold. "That's my capital. They're indeed strong, but I'll definitely suffer heavy losses if I fight the expedition army of the Church of Light and the Golden Sons. Without those flesh puppets, my power of faith will plummet, and I won't have a place in the Realm of Devils anymore."
Paimon snorted. "I can protect you for a hundred years. We can sign a contract."
"Contracts are meant to be broken. Isn't that your favorite phrase, Paimon?" Judas laughed mockingly.
"It doesn't matter. If you're willing," Paimon said with a smug smile. "I can go to Barr. As the leader of us, he should be happy to help me, especially if I give him part of the power of space. "
Hearing that, Judas immediately became angry. "You're crazy. Don't you know what will happen if Barr gets the power of space?"
"Then help me drive away the expedition army of Light and the Golden Sons."
Judas looked at Paimon angrily, but the latter was calm and unemotional at all.
As a "good" friend who had been with him for hundreds of years, Judas knew Paimon's personality too well. At times like this, it meant that Paimon's heart was filled with fury and arrogance.
"Fine." Judas sighed helplessly. "But I need to find someone to help me. Sidi should be free to help me."
"But I'll only pay you once."
Judas waved his hand indifferently. "That's fine. I'll pay Sidi myself."
"When do we start?"
Judas thought for a moment and said, "Let's do it now."
After that, he connected to the mental network. A moment later, he sighed. "Okay, Sidi said she can help."
Hardly had he finished speaking when a streak of black light darted close from afar.
It was as fast as real light.
Then, it abruptly stopped in front of them.
It seemed to have no kinetic energy at all.
It wasn't until four seconds after the black shadow stopped that an intense sonic boom caught up with them from behind.
The deafening sound was mixed with enormous gusts of wind.
It even formed a terrifying wall of wind on the ground, but it dissipated into nothingness outside of the city.
Paimon put down his right hand that he had just raised. It was he who blocked the tsunami-like blast with his own power.
The black shadow that stopped in front of them was a woman with black bat wings and a rather small white demon horn on her head.
She was dressed very tightly, and only a small part of her jade-like feet was exposed from under her long skirt.
The woman had a great figure and looked like a succubus.
But unlike a succubus, she didn't have an arrow-shaped demon tail, and her feet were normal human feet, not the hooves of a succubus.
She was quite beautiful, only a little bit less than Morris.
She glanced at the two of them with her burgundy eyes and finally fixed her gaze on Paimon. "You're hurt. How rare."
"The Nether God's clone just came."
"No wonder." The woman pursed her lips and smiled gracefully. "Then Judas, I want to ask you, I can help you, but what are you willing to pay me?"
"A man's soul. The kind of man's soul you like best, Sidi. "
"How many?"
"More than a hundred and thirty."
"Deal." The Demon God Sidi clapped her hands lightly. "I'll mobilize all the succubi under my command, and I've heard that the Golden Sons like succubi very much. I think we can use this to stir up internal strife among them. What do you think?"
"Let's do it your way." Paimon snorted. "I don't ask about the process, only the result."
"You'll see what you want." Sidi smiled faintly, as gentle as a real goddess.
On the other side, the enormous black woman flew into the rift with her scythe, and a few seconds later, she appeared in the sky of the Netherworld.
Very soon, her black shell disappeared, leaving only Roland at the center, holding the Nether God War Scythe and stepping on a white cloud.
He stood there quietly, trying to comprehend what he had learned from the Dark Dimensional Slash that he had just unleashed.
Although the energy used in this move was his, it did bring out the effect of a divine attack.
The operation of energy and the sublimation of the energy level were all rare experiences for Roland at this moment.
Although he was still standing outside the door and couldn't step in, it didn't stop him from looking through the door and seeing some of the things in the temple of rules.
Even if he could only see the surface, it was of great help to his mind.
He experienced it for half an hour, then smacked his lips and was about to leave, but then he found that his spatial magic was malfunctioning again.
A woman in a long black dress suddenly appeared in front of him.
She appeared without a sound. Roland was sure that the woman wasn't there a second ago.
Slightly shocked, Roland stepped back on the cloud and said carefully, "Ms. Sophie, it's been a long time."
The woman's long black hair was dancing in the wind, and she stared at Roland with her dark eyes without moving.
The atmosphere seemed even more rigid.
Roland felt that the air was suffocating.
When he wondered what the Nether God was up to, the Nether God extended her right hand with her palm up.
Her palm was beautiful, white, and shiny.
Just by looking at it, one could tell that it was one of the cleanest and purest palms in the world. It had never touched anything filthy.
Rolando looked at her palm and guessed that the woman wanted something.
Did she want something in return because he was saved by her?
Roland thought for a moment and took out a handful of beautiful gems from his space and put them in the woman's palm.
Then, the gems passed through the woman's palm and fell to the ground as if the Nether God were just an illusion.
Roland's heart ached. This place was too high, and it was mostly rocks down there. The gems would probably break into pieces if they fell. Even if they didn't break, they would fall everywhere and into the cracks of the rocks. It would be hard to find them.
The gems were worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. Roland was reluctant to give them up.
The Nether God was still looking at him and flipping her hand, as if she were asking for something.
However, she seemed to be closer to Roland.
Roland thought for a moment and took out some jerky, which he passed through the woman's palm again.
She still didn't want it.
It was within Roland's expectation. He was just trying it out.
Then, he thought for a moment and picked up the scythe, intending to give it to the woman.
However, the woman shook her head and indicated that she didn't want it.
She finally said something.
She was indeed asking for something.
Roland narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. In the end, he hammered his hand and took out a blue magic power brick from his Backpack, before he put it in the woman's palm.
This time, the magic power brick lay steadily in the woman's hand.
As it turned out, she wanted the magic power brick.
The Nether God's right hand moved slightly, as if the picture on a monitor was slightly distorted for less than half a second.
Then, the magic power brick in her hand was gone.
The Nether God was still looking at Roland, still making a gesture of asking.
Roland took out another brick and put it in her hand.
It was gone again.
The same gesture as before.
Roland took out a third brick.
This time, the Nether God finally withdrew her hand. She nodded at Roland and took out a black gem from somewhere on her body, before she tossed it softly.
The black gem unhurriedly fell on Roland's hand, before it melted like black water and seeped into Roland's body.
Then, the Nether God disappeared.
Just like when it came to her, there were no magical fluctuations or spatial ripples.
"That's an impressive move. It would be great if I could learn it," Roland mumbled.
Roland mumbled and checked his system.
He knew that the black gem that the Nether God dropped into his body was definitely useful.
And the system would certainly describe its function.
As expected, Roland soon found his "anomaly."
He had one more specialty.
Dark Element Affinity: When you use any spell, skill, talent, or supernatural ability related to dark magic, the cost is reduced, and the power is moderately increased.
Huh, this is interesting.
Roland immediately opened another of his specialties, Dark Dimensional Slash with Supremacy.
As he expected, this specialty had been greatly improved.
The magic power cost was reduced from 3,600 to 2,500, and the power was slightly increased.
But if the reduced magic power cost was taken into account, the efficiency of this specialty had been greatly improved.
It was a good deal to trade three magic power bricks for the effect of a specialty.
Roland teleported back to his manor in Delpon, and after spending a long time with Andonara, he began to count his gains during this time.
One hundred and fifty gold coins, a lot of reputation, and a specialty, and even the experience of using Dark Dimensional Slash.
Calculating it all, it was a great harvest.
He exchanged his reputation for 80 points of maximum magic power and 1.2 points of magic power regeneration.
The capacity of magic power was important, and so was the regeneration speed.
In a pool with a large capacity, it might take a dozen days to fill the pool if the pump wasn't good enough. It was even faster than the evaporation of the sun. It didn't matter how big the pool was, because no water could be left.
And if the pool was too small, it wouldn't matter if the pump was fast enough, because it could only hold one or two buckets of water, and the excess water would overflow.
After exchanging most of his reputation, Roland rested in the manor for two days and recorded his insights.
He had to remember the feeling of using Dimensional Slash so that he wouldn't forget it.
Then, on the third day, Roland received an urgent message from Schuck in the guild chat room.
Schuck: "Roland, something's wrong."
Roland: "What's wrong?"
Schuck: "We're having internal strife."
Roland: "???"
Schuck: "You'll understand it on the forum or the stream."
He immediately opened the forum, only to find that it was exploding.
As it turned out, a large batch of succubi suddenly appeared when the players and the Guardians of Light were resting.
There were at least sixty thousand of them.
Those succubi sincerely said that they would surrender, hoping to join the human world.
Naturally, the players were more than willing, especially the male players.
Because the female players were few in number, even if they objected, they couldn't raise a fuss under the democratic system.
Most of the Guardians of Light, on the other hand, objected, saying that they should kill the succubi in case they hurt other people.
But a small number of the Guardians of Light objected, but their opinions were suppressed by Saint Samurai William.
In general, the Guardians of Light wanted to purge the succubi.
The players wanted to protect them … So, a conflict broke out.
They even fought a few times.
Although no weapons were used, nor did they strike a fatal blow, the relationship between the two parties and the atmosphere had become very awkward and stiff.
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