Roland didn't like the Druids at all.
Human beings were part of nature, and they were the result of the competition and evolution of the creatures in nature.
The doctrine of the Druids completely separated human beings from nature and even placed human beings on the opposite side of nature. It was a false concept.
Maybe the environment needed to be protected at certain times, but until then, the survival of human beings was more important.
Besides, the main plane of this world, especially the human world, was covered by more than 80% of the forest, not to mention the Elf Forest, which was even more unbelievable.
Considering the productivity and development of human beings, they might not be able to reduce the forest coverage to 70% in another thousand years. So, it wasn't a matter of protecting nature at all, but that human beings had to develop and survive in nature.
Clearing thousands or even tens of thousands of acres of forest wouldn't have any effect on the forest's environment, but it would allow tens of thousands of people to have fertile land to farm, allowing these poor people to survive.
But even so, the Druids still regarded the human beings in Delpon as murderers who destroyed nature.
In their eyes, the thousands of acres of woods were more important than the lives of thousands of people.
So, Roland didn't feel guilty at all when the Bards secretly criticized the Druids.
Now, he understood that as long as he guided the public's opinion on the right path, the so-called neutral Druid organization would become a slight Lawful Evil.
What made Roland even more determined was that the Druids were after the so-called Immortal Phoenix Blood Grasses. They intended to rob and even attack Roland's family and friends in clandestine ways so that they could fly as the Immortal Phoenix Blood Grasses.
If that was the case, there was nothing more to say.
You make the first move, and I'll make the fifteenth.
The Dark War Scythe appeared in his right hand, and the magic power brick appeared in his left hand. They immediately stuck to each other.
The energy of the brick dispersed, but it was attracted by the scythe and melted into the scythe like mist.
The dense black mist expanded and enshrouded Roland. Then, it turned into an enormous woman three seconds later.
When the misty woman, who was at least thirty meters tall, appeared in the air, the Druids who were moving in the woods all felt that something was wrong.
They raised their heads almost at the same time, only to see a black scythe flash in the sky, and then they couldn't sense anything else.
The enormous spatial rift drew a long, diamond-shaped scar in the middle of the forest.
In this scar, all the trees and grass disappeared, and about four meters of soil disappeared from the ground.
There were no screams, no terrible explosions, only the sizzling sound of the space crack absorbing the materials around, which sounded like the sound of an overload of electricity.
Roland even saw many special souls that looked like human souls but had weird energy waves. They struggled silently and crazily, but were still sucked into the Netherworld.
The battle was over in an instant. The black mist that clung to his body gradually disappeared, and the huge female body also disappeared.
The spatial fissure on the ground was also gradually shrinking.
But just as it was about to disappear, it stopped closing.
A black-haired woman in a long black robe floated out of the crack.
As soon as she appeared, the surrounding space suddenly became stagnant.
Not to mention the chirping of birds and insects, even the air had stopped flowing.
It had always been motionless.
The space around them seemed to be solidifying.
God of the Underworld!
Standing on a cloud, Roland looked at the woman in confusion.
After the Nether God emerged from the crack, she looked around for a while, as if she were observing the scenery of the main plane. Then, she slowly floated to Roland and stood in silence, staring at the man with her dark eyes without saying anything.
Her hair was very long, her forehead was Qi Jihai, and her lips were bright red. Her lips were very small, but very plump and round, especially her lower lip which was slightly pouting. It looked sexy and cute, making people want to take a bite out of it.
Uncomfortable under her stare, Roland asked, "Ms. Sophie, what can I do for you?"
"Druids, I like them very much. Send more to me."
The Nether God spoke. Her voice was low but pleasant.
Roland was relieved as long as she wasn't here for trouble, but he found it odd. "Did the Druids ever offend you?"
"I'm in charge of the death of human beings." Her face, which was already cold, seemed even colder at this moment. "They encouraged the souls of the dead to stay in the main plane and turn into spirits."
Hearing that, Roland understood.
According to the primitive doctrines of the Druids, all things had spirits, including human beings.
However, they didn't think that the spirits of human beings were higher than those of animals and plants, but equal to them. Later, they even thought that human beings destroyed nature and that the spirits of human beings were even lower.
Spirits, on the other hand, were ubiquitous in the natural environment and invisible to those without special abilities.
In other words, humans who believed in Druidism would not become souls after death. Instead, they would become a special "spirit" that would stay on the main plane and fuse with the "spirits" of other animals and plants to become special "creatures".
For example, the spirits of the Trolls, such as the spirit of the bear and the spirit of the eagle, were special energy creatures created by the combination of the unconscious spirits of many animals and plants and the spirits of many human beings.
Such creatures had the features of souls, but they could also be regarded as living beings.
They were in a special transitional phase between the living and the dead, like fungi between animals and plants.
Although the Druids often lived in seclusion, their teachings spread far and wide.
The human beings who lived in forests and the barbarians in the mountains, who lived in the mountains and rivers, believed in the doctrines of the Druids.
Also, there were a lot of them.
The souls of those who believed in the doctrines of the Druids would gradually become spirits while they were alive, and they would be free from the control of the God of Death when they died.
No wonder the God of Death didn't like the Druids.
As the God of Death, it was her destiny to manage the souls of all human beings.
Realizing that, Roland was even happier. He even asked with a smile, "Then will there be a reward if I give you more Druid creatures?"
The Nether God's pretty face slightly tilted, as if she were surprised that Roland dared to bargain with her.
However, she was a Lawful Goddess of Kindness anyway. After a brief daze, she said, "I'll give you divine favor."
"I already have the favor of two goddesses."
"Better than them." Sophie was lost for a moment again. Then she said, "You, come with me."
She waved her hand, and a huge force appeared out of nowhere, dragging Roland down.
After both of them entered the spatial rift, it finally disappeared without the support of divine power.
Roland came to the Netherworld again.
It was still the sky where green and purple energy converged, and the ground was still full of gloomy gray or black stones.
The Nether God dragged Roland and flew all the way to a high cliff. Then, she crawled into a cave.
Roland didn't say anything during the whole process.
He knew that he couldn't resist.
Besides, the Nether God didn't seem to be malicious to him.
The cave was very dark. There were no other smells except for the stones.
The cave was very long and dark, but the Nether God's body was shimmering and could illuminate the environment within ten meters.
After flying for almost three minutes, the two of them charged into a circle of dazzling spots, and their eyes suddenly became clear.
An enormous hollow appeared before Roland's eyes.
The walls of the cave were covered with vines that emitted a cold light, illuminating the entire cave as if it was daytime.
The ground was covered with green grass, and in the very center was a small wooden house.
There was a round table at the front of the cabin.
A human was sitting at the table. Roland focused his eyes and saw that it was a beautiful girl with long black hair and crimson eyes. Wasn't she the True Ancestor of vampires?
Roland's face instantly turned cold.
The True Ancestor, on the other hand, had only just smiled when she saw the Nether God, when she saw Roland. Then, her face instantly turned cold.
She rose abruptly and glared at the man who had broken into her safe sanctuary.
After the Nether God dragged Roland to the cabin, the True Ancestor approached them and asked the Nether God, "Sister Sophie, did you capture this guy for me to vent my anger on?"
Roland grew wary after hearing that and focused his consciousness on the system Backpack.
As long as the Nether God said something wrong, he would immediately take out the magic power brick and detonate it.
He didn't want to kill anyone, but he wanted to disgust the two women.
Sophie shook her head and said casually, "You … reconcile."
Roland and the True Ancestor were both stunned.
Roland was the first to realize what was going on. "Hehe, I don't think it's possible."
"I don't think it's possible either." The True Ancestor's eyes glowed red as she stared at Roland. "You killed my best friend. Don't think you can leave alive."
At this moment, the True Ancestor was still heavily wounded, but without the suppression and influence of her human bones, her combat ability was much higher than Roland's.
After all, she was a Demigod.
But Roland wasn't scared.
It was true that he couldn't defeat the two women, but he could always come back for revenge after his level was higher.
After all, he had memorized the Nether God's coordinates.
It was never too late for a Mage to take revenge.
Besides, as a player, he didn't need such a long time to grow.
Chances were that he would be able to explore the Netherworld in a couple of years.
So, Roland simply stared at the True Ancestor without saying anything, but there was mockery in his eyes.
The True Ancestor was even more infuriated. She was about to attack, when the Nether God suddenly said, "Forbid Magic, recover."
Many gods had their own unique Rule Powers.
What they said would become the truth. Many religions called it the Holy Word, but there was a more direct name for it, which was "the law of speech."
Then, Roland sensed that all the magic power in his body was locked, but his vitality was quite active.
No … it could no longer be said to be active. It would be more accurate to say that it was boiling like an active volcano that had not yet erupted.
Roland looked at the True Ancestor, only to find that she was blushing. She probably had the same reaction as him.
"You fight and then make up."
After saying that, the Nether God flew away.
At the same time, the physical shackles on the two of them were undone.
Roland moved his body and felt that he was fine except for the fact that he couldn't summon magic power.
While he was thinking, the True Ancestor lunged at him.
She waved her pretty little hands at Roland's face.
It was common knowledge that most women had long fingernails. Roland felt that he would probably be disfigured if she scratched him.
Therefore, he subconsciously took a step back and then kicked out with his leg.
However, the True Ancestor, who was leaping in midair, suddenly opened her legs and spread them wide.
Roland's kick missed the target.
Then, the True Ancestor immediately closed her legs and clamped Roland's calf like a pair of pincers. Then, she unreasonably rolled in midair.
It was a brutal move.
Like a piece of cloth, Roland spun a dozen times and hit the ground so hard that his face was deformed.
But he didn't die. Instead, he was even more aggressive.
Immediately, he leaned forward and hugged the True Ancestor fiercely, pressing her down from midair. Then, he kicked her abdomen with his other leg and hammered the True Ancestor's face crazily with both hands.
After a dozen hits, the beautiful face of the True Ancestor of vampires had turned into a bumpy pie.
Blue and black liquid flowed out of her nose and eyes.
Then, she screamed and bit Roland's right hand. Then, she scratched Roland's face with both hands.
She dug her sharp fingernails into his face and drove her to dig it down.
Roland screamed, and half of his face was torn off.
Blood sprayed out as if it didn't cost anything.
Roland, who was in pain, was even more furious.
He beat the True Ancestor's face and chest with all his strength.
The sound of bones cracking could be heard as they broke one by one.
But the woman was even more brutal. She began to dig Roland's eyes with her other hand, blinding him and gouging his eyeballs out.
Then, he exerted force on his waist and threw Roland slightly into the air before kicking him into the distance.
Then, she put Roland's eyeballs in her mouth and chewed them.
She staggered to her feet.
The places that Roland had wounded and flattened recovered at a high speed.
The bones were reconnected.
Roland also stood up in the distance. His injuries were also recovering at an unbelievable speed, and his eyeballs grew back.
But the two of them didn't care about this. They glared at each other fiercely, and after taking a deep breath, they charged at each other again.
The battle that followed was even more bloody.
The two of them completely let go of their thoughts and just wanted to kill each other.
When Roland tore off her right arm, the woman cut Roland's stomach with her left hand and pulled out his intestines.
If Roland broke her neck, she could kick Roland's balls into pieces.
It was a horrifying and violent scene.
The two of them fought for at least four days and four nights.
Traces of the battle were almost all over the hollow ground. Human body parts were everywhere.
They were scattered on the grass in bits and pieces.
Black, dried blood was everywhere. Hearts and kidneys were everywhere.
Roland sat on the grass and panted slightly.
There was no telling what the Nether God had done to his body, but his soul couldn't.
At this moment, his mind was already very tired.
The True Ancestor was almost the same. She sat on the ground and panted too.
The two of them fought for four days and four nights. Their clothes had already been torn on the first day of the battle.
Then, the two of them really fought in close combat, in the literal sense of the word.
During the battle, they hugged, kicked, rolled, and hugged each other.
They used all kinds of fighting postures. It was safe to say that they both knew the details of each other's body.
Both their strengths and their weaknesses.
They even knew the subtleties very well.
For example, Roland knew that there was a small red mole on the inside of the True Ancestor's right thigh near the root.
Roland discovered it when he blew up the True Ancestor's head with the Russian Roundhouse.
He stood up unhurriedly. Having fully recovered, Roland continued to walk to the True Ancestor.
At this moment, the True Ancestor's beautiful crimson eyes stared at Roland who was walking to her. She also stood up, but after no more than five seconds, her legs gave out, and she sat back on the grass.
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