In front of him was a beautiful woman in a light green dress.
She felt as mature and charming as Andonara, but with a bit more holiness and gentleness than Andonara.
"Lady Elise, the Life Goddess?"
Roland asked with some confusion, but in his heart, he already knew that this was the woman's name.
"It seems that you can already see what I look like." The Life Goddess smiled slightly.
Two angels descended next to her, both of whom Roland knew.
Nia was wearing a loose one-piece robe, with a pair of white wings on her back that were quite beautiful, whiter than snow.
After she landed, she even winked at Roland.
It was reasonable to say that angels should be pure creatures.
But her flirtatious glance was a bit flirtatious.
Roland didn't know if it was because he had been tossing around women for too long recently that he looked at everyone like Andonara.
"I can indeed see it." Roland had turned off the livestream at this point, and he asked, "I saw your face before, it was blurry."
The Life Goddess was the strongest of all the gods and had the most stable Divine Spark.
So Roland hadn't been able to look at her directly until now.
"That situation just now scared you, didn't it?"
"A little." Roland nodded. "Why did you guys have such a big reaction?"
"It should be said that it's abnormal not to have a big reaction." The Life Goddess smiled. "Actually, the gods of the heavenly realm didn't care much about Mages in the past, until Mordenkainen and Melf appeared one after another."
"What did they do?" Roland asked.
Mordenkainen and Melf were enemies of the gods, which Roland was well aware of.
But how did they get to that point?
"Actually, it's not that hard to understand," the Life Goddess said helplessly. The Life Goddess said helplessly, "Whether it's Mordenkainen or Melf, after they invented powerful magic, in order to prove whether they could slay the gods, they immediately threw these spells on the gods they could find. Without any hesitation at all. "
Roland was speechless.
He had long found it strange. The Legendary Mage Mordenkainen and the Demigod Mage Melf, although of different eras, had one thing in common. They were already unrivaled in the main plane, and even if the gods descended, under the suppression of the main plane's rules, they couldn't be their opponents.
Mordenkainen's floating city and Melf's terrifying personal strength were all means for them to stand at the top of the world.
Only the Water God True Body could make these two feel a little fearful.
However, it was a pity that the Water God was mentally retarded.
Only a fool would come to the main plane to find trouble with these two people.
Most of the time, epics and legends were unreliable.
From Roland's perspective, the Life Goddess disdained to lie about these things, which meant that … whether it was Mordenkainen or Melf, they were essentially hunted by the gods because of themselves.
After figuring this out, Roland felt a little discouraged.
Because in the books he had read before, it was recorded that Mordenkainen and Melf desperately fought against the gods, not wanting to be slaves of the gods.
Now that he thought about it … it was the two of them who had forcibly started a war with the gods, and the gods had suffered from some post-traumatic stress disorder.
At this time, Roland was a little conflicted. He did not know whether he should laugh at the two of them for courting death, or admire the two of them for daring to fight against the most powerful group in the world!
After a moment of depression, Roland asked, "So the spell I cast earlier also has the ability to slay the gods?"
"If you double the size, it does." The Life Goddess nodded. "And you're only a Master now, not even a Legend. No one dares to doubt your future, so … it's normal for them to be a little excited, isn't it?"
The two angels next to him looked at Roland with admiration.
"I was watching the whole time when you were experimenting." Next to him, the angel Nia patted her two large round balloons and bounced them wildly. "Although I could forcibly fly out of the range of the explosion at the moment of the explosion, if I took a head-on hit, I would have become a roasted chicken on the spot."
Claudia, the archangel next to her, patted Nia's head grumpily. "How can you compare yourself to a chicken?"
"But if you're roasted, it's about the same." Nia waved her hand indifferently. "Roland is one of us anyway. He won't think that we don't have the dignity of the people of Heaven."
Claudia looked at Roland with a faint smile. "I've never seen reverence in his eyes. Even the goddess is his equal. What's the point of our dignity? It's already a lot of face that he didn't throw a god-slaying spell at us on the spot, okay?"
Roland turned his head to look at the archangel.
Why did he feel that what she said was a little sarcastic?
Seeing Roland looking at her, Claudia snorted, closed her eyes, and turned her head away.
This person really had a problem with him.
Looking at Roland's puzzled expression, the Life Goddess said, "Don't blame her, she's just a little unhappy."
"Why?"
The Life Goddess said, "Although the four of us protected you, the feelings of the other gods had to be considered, so I promised them that I would send someone to keep an eye on you and not let you do anything. If you have any disrespectful thoughts about the gods or other gods, she has the right to tell me. "
Nia waved at Roland happily. "I'll follow you from now on."
She smiled very brilliantly.
Roland, however, was rather upset.
He personally didn't hate Nia, and he welcomed her as a guest in his home, but he certainly wouldn't be happy if she came with a mission to monitor him.
As if she could understand what was on Roland's mind, the Life Goddess stood up and stood in front of Roland. The two of them were only about one meter apart, which was already an incredibly close distance for a god and a human being.
Also, the Life Goddess didn't pretend to be condescending but simply stood naturally. There was no difference in height between the two of them.
If one had to compare, the Life Goddess seemed to be one or two centimeters taller than Roland's body in the game.
"Don't worry, it's just for show," the Life Goddess said with a smile. "I believe that you won't throw god-slaying spells randomly."
Roland shook his head. "Even I can't guarantee that."
"You can throw them if you really can't help it," the Life Goddess said with a smile. "There are certain points in the Astral Plane where a lot of Evil Gods are gathered. I'll give you the coordinates later. You can throw them however you want in that place. I know that with your speed of growth, it won't take you more than a few years to cast spells on the coordinates of air conditioners. "
Hiss!
Roland looked at the Life Goddess in surprise. As expected of a woman who had lived for hundreds of years, she knew how to trick people no matter how gentle she was.
However, this was also very logical.
He could tell that the open and secret struggles in the Realm of Heaven weren't much better than those in the main plane.
But it was quite normal. Most gods were actually the embodiment of the personalities of the collective consciousness of human beings.
The strengths and weaknesses of human beings were also the strengths and weaknesses of the gods.
"Fine." Roland shrugged helplessly.
He knew very well that the Life Goddess would probably talk more if he didn't agree.
Besides, he could also tell that the Life Goddess was indeed trying to help him.
"Then you can go now. I look forward to the day when you become a Demigod."
After saying that, the Life Goddess waved her hand at Roland as a farewell gesture.
Then, the scenery around him changed quickly, and his soul returned to his body.
There was no telling how much time had passed.
Because the time in the Realm of Gods wasn't quite synchronized with that of the main plane.
He was about to open the system interface to check the game time when a green light smashed down from the sky and smashed a large crater a dozen meters away from him.
The strong wind carried a lot of dust, forming a small sonic explosion that wasn't that powerful.
When the dust and smoke almost disappeared, Roland looked over and found that at the bottom of the crater, Nia was in a half-squatting Terminator pose.
He smiled and said, "How long are you going to pose there?"
"My feet are so numb, I can't move." Nia, who was wearing a long white cotton dress, had a wrinkled pretty face and said helplessly, "Come here, help me up."
Roland snapped his fingers, and two Hands of Magic floated over, each grabbing one of Nia's arms, hoisted her up, and then put her on the ground.
He looked curiously at Nia's back. "Where are your wings?"
"To prevent the rules of the main plane from affecting me, the goddess temporarily sealed them," Nia said gloomily. "I can't use half of my strength, so when I fell from Heaven, the deceleration effect wasn't done very well."
"Even so, there aren't many people in the main plane who can beat you."
In Roland's system interface, behind the long health bar on Nia's head, there were still two skulls representing the danger level.
If her wings weren't sealed, there would probably be four or five.
But Andonara should be able to beat Nia in her current state.
While Roland was thinking about this, the air twisted again.
"Again?"
Roland muttered. He thought the Life Goddess had forgotten to tell him something, but after the space twisted two seconds later, Roland found himself standing on a blue and white spiral-patterned floating platform.
He was surrounded by countless white towers.
The Paradise of Magic.
While Roland was thinking this, someone suddenly rushed in front of him. She directly pulled at Roland's lapel and leaned her whole body in front of Roland.
"Give me the blueprints, give me the blueprints."
It was the Goddess of Magic.
Her face was less than ten centimeters in front of Roland's.
As she spoke, a warm, soft, and sweet scent wafted over.
Roland could see that her face was extremely smooth, without any pores or blemishes.
It was as smooth as a boiled egg white.
It was also as slippery as the finest, polished jade, and reflected a faint glimmer.
Roland gently patted the goddess's hand and motioned for her to let him go.
Only then did the Goddess of Magic come back to her senses. She reluctantly took two steps back and said, "Can you give me the spell you just used?"
"Roland shook his head."
"I can give you everything you want," said Mystra, the Goddess of Magic. "As long as it doesn't cross my bottom line."
It seemed that the Goddess of Magic wasn't really crazy.
She still knew to set a bottom line.
Roland shook his head and said, "Sorry, other spells are fine, but not this one."
"Why?" Mystra held her chest as if hurt and took two steps back, her expression bitter. "Aren't we allies, aren't we friends?"
Roland smiled and said, "Has Friend Ma Le made his Minute Meteor God-Slaying Technique public?"
"Oh, that's not true."
Roland asked again, "Mordenkainen's floating city, do you understand?"
The Goddess of Magic shrugged helplessly, the fanatical expression fading from her face.
"I knew you would hide it, because I would have done the same," said Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, reluctantly. "But can't you make an exception?"
Roland waved his hand.
"I'll trade the Sword of Wisdom with you, okay?" The Goddess of Magic pointed to the longsword floating beside her.
The Sword of Mystra was intelligent, and as soon as it heard this, it flew away with a whoosh and disappeared in an instant.
Roland almost laughed out loud.
Mystra scratched her head in frustration. She waved her hand, and a round table appeared between the two of them. She sat down angrily, and with magic conjured a glass and a jug, she poured herself a glass of pale white fruit wine, drank it in one gulp, then looked at Roland and said, "Okay, man, if you don't want to make a deal with me, forget it. But there's one thing you have to help me with. "
Roland nodded. "Go ahead, as long as I can help."
"Since you can use this kind of magic, then presumably no one in the main plane is a match for you," said Mystra. "Before I became a god, I had a very troublesome enemy. He was a Demigod like me at the time, but he fought me for the Divine Spark and was beaten into a deep sleep by me. He's probably about to wake up now. If I allow him to recover from his injuries and specifically attack my Divine Temple, eliminating them one by one, without the Priests, it will definitely greatly reduce the amount of Power of Faith I have. It will even affect my position as the Main God in the Heaven Realm. "
"I'm no match for a Demigod."
"His injuries are serious, soul-related. For Mages, the soul is directly linked to the spirit, and a weak soul means a weak spirit. A year or two before he woke up, his strength was at most that of a Master, "explained the Goddess of Magic. "No matter how high his attainments in the soul are, it will be difficult to make up for the missing part of himself without five or six years. After all, the soul is different from the body, and it can be healed with a little healing."
At this moment, an epic quest notification appeared in Roland's system interface.
Roland looked at it and found that it was indeed written to help the Goddess of Magic eliminate past enemies.
"How about it, are you willing to do it?"
Roland nodded lightly. "I suddenly remembered a certain great writer in my hometown, who once mentioned a theory of broken windows in a house."
"What is the theory of broken windows in a house?"
"That great writer said that people love to be naysayers, but paradoxically have a spirit of compromise. If you want to open a window in a house, many people won't agree, and the plan will most likely fail, but if you tell them directly that you're going to break the roof for ventilation, they'll settle for the next best thing and let you open a window. "
The Goddess of Magic's expression became abashed at once.
Because Roland was right.
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