If there were any outsiders here, they would only see a black mist.
But all four of them could see the Nether God's face clearly.
The Nether God blinked her eyes coldly, but she looked very cute.
Roland wasn't moved.
"Is there really no room for negotiation?" the Nether God stared at Roland and asked casually.
Roland shook his head.
The Nether God stared at Roland expressionlessly.
The atmosphere became more and more solemn.
Andonara had put her hand on Roland's back and begun to write on it.
"Give me the sword."
It wasn't a secret that Roland stored a few weapons in his system Backpack all year round.
Right when Roland was about to take the sword out of his system Backpack, the Nether God suddenly spoke.
"Then I won't let her show up in the main plane again."
After that, a pillar of black smoke that was almost tangible grew out of her "body" and tied the True Ancestor to her.
"We agreed that she'll never leave the Netherworld," said Ms. Sophie casually, "so you can stop trying to kill her."
The other three women were shocked to hear that.
A god had given in to a human?
The True Ancestor, in particular, was so shocked that her face turned pale.
"Sister Sophie, you can't do this to me. You can't be more interested in sex than in … Ugh."
Another pillar of black smoke quickly extended and covered the True Ancestor's mouth tightly.
"Are you satisfied now?" Sophie looked at Roland.
"If she can stay in the Netherworld forever."
The Netherworld was a place where souls resided, and it was also a place of death.
If the True Ancestor could stay in the Netherworld forever, it would be no different from death.
To be honest, Roland could accept such a result.
"Remember what you said. She'll stay in the Netherworld from now on. You can't attack her again when you come to the Netherworld. "
The True Ancestor struggled hard, but she couldn't move at all.
It was just making random noises.
Roland nodded and didn't say anything.
In fact, he wanted to say that he didn't like going to the Netherworld, but on second thought, since the Nether God had taken a step back, it would be too petty of him to be aggressive.
So, he gave up the idea.
Then, the black portal was opened, and the Nether God dragged the True Ancestor away.
When they returned to the Netherworld, Lady Sophie released the black smoke strips tied to the True Ancestor's mouth and waist.
The True Ancestor was finally able to speak again. She touched her swollen lips and asked pitifully, "Sister Sophie, why did you give in to that wretched human boy? You're a god. Don't tell me you're scared of him? "
"The main seat has too much suppression on me. I might not have been able to win against the three of them."
The True Ancestor was quite shocked. "How is that possible?"
"Nia is an angel. She's quite strong. The big-breasted woman was called Andonara. She was a descendant of Phoenix, the Devil King. She was naturally resistant to dark forces. Although I belong to the Order Faction, I still use Dark Magic. As for Roland … he already knows god-slaying spells. Besides, he's a Golden Son and can't be killed. He also knows how to enter the Netherworld. "
"He has god-slaying spells. Are you afraid of him?" Cried the True Ancestor in confusion. "Many evil gods know god-slaying spells too, but I don't see you scared of them."
The Nether God shook her head. "His god-slaying spells have a very large radius."
"How large can they be?"
"The strongest ones probably have a radius of more than fifty kilometers."
"It's just a radius of fifty meters …" The True Ancestor's head shook violently. "What did you say? Fifty kilometers? "
"Yes, that's what we guessed."
"That's impossible." The True Ancestor found it hard to believe. "So, he can easily destroy a city if he wants to?"
"Yes, even a paradise can't resist too many attacks like that."
The True Ancestor was stunned. She didn't say anything until a long time later. "Fine, I'll stay in the Netherworld from now on. I won't go anywhere, and I won't have any dependents. I'll wait until that boy dies of old age. "
"He might not die of old age."
"Why?"
"He's about to become a Legend. It won't be strange if he becomes one at any time."
The True Ancestor was lost for words.
Master-level Mages could already live for around two hundred years. Legendary Mages could live at least three hundred years, because their souls would change qualitatively after they reached the Legendary level, and their vitality would be greatly reduced.
Of course, it depended on how strong the Mage's vitality was after they reached the Legendary level. To put it bluntly, it depended on how old they were.
For someone who became a Legend at such a young age, it wouldn't be a problem for him to live three to four hundred years.
It wasn't unusual for an old man to live another hundred years after he became a Legend.
"So, I might have to stay in the Netherworld for the rest of my life?" The True Ancestor immediately looked depressed. "I don't want to. It's too boring to stay here for too long."
"Then play more cards with me."
"I don't want to!" The True Ancestor scratched her head and groaned gloomily. "It's boring to play dominoes with you. You're always cheating."
"I'm not cheating."
"You always draw the best cards. Isn't that cheating?"
"I have fourteen points of luck."
Generally speaking, a normal person's luck couldn't exceed five points. Ten points was the limit of human beings.
Only those who had fourteen points of luck knew what it meant.
Besides, luck was a natural-born and unchangeable attribute.
Hearing that, the True Ancestor was even more upset.
No wonder she never won when she played dominoes with her every day.
On the other side, Roland said goodbye to Nia and Andonara and came to the gate of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow's base.
Very soon, someone welcomed him in.
In the conference room, Barbion was still studying the map.
Roland walked to him and asked, "Are you studying how to defeat the boss?"
"No, I'm studying business routes." Barbion smiled. "More and more cities have established magic arrays. Some of the business routes are no longer cost-effective. I'm considering changing or optimizing them."
"Impressive. I don't know how to do business."
"The richest player says that you don't know how to make money? Aren't you in Versailles like a 'minor goal'?" Barbion joked. "Roland, have you taken care of your business?"
"Yes."
"Then you can stay in our base for the night. We have spare rooms."
Roland shook his head with a smile. "Thank you for your kindness, but I have a house here too."
"Right, I forgot that the lords of Wetland City are all from F6," Barbion said. "How can you not have your own land?"
"Then I'll take a rest in my manor and meet you here tomorrow morning."
Barbion nodded. "Okay … Wait a moment."
Roland was about to leave. Hearing that, he turned around and looked at the guy in confusion.
"Have you ever heard of the Anti-F6 Alliance?"
"Well, I don't know." Roland grew interested. "But I've been harassed by some players in secret recently, but I don't know who they are or which force they're from."
"I don't know the details." Barbion thought for a moment and said, "But I'm told that it's led by a rich second-generation heir. He's been doing it very mysteriously, and barely any information has been leaked. I only learned the information by accident."
Roland heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Barbion."
Although he didn't give much information, it did provide some useful information.
After all, nobody could have too much information. Chances were that such unimportant knowledge would come in handy one day.
Roland returned to his manor and took a rest for the night.
He should've slept peacefully, but Beatrice came to him in the middle of the night and complained about her loneliness while crying.
Not many men could stand having a warm body squeezed in his arms.
Roland finally calmed Beatrice down after holding it back for a long time.
Most of the time, women didn't do it for the pleasure itself, but for the pleasure of being with a man and the satisfaction of being "needed."
Beatrice was exactly the same. She wasn't really interested in sex. She simply missed Roland after not seeing him for a long time.
Recommending himself to sleep with Roland was just a way to get close to him.
Also, as a woman, she didn't have any other methods.
Beatrice got up from the bed. Although nothing exciting happened, she looked much better than before.
She really only wanted Roland's company.
After breakfast, Roland came to the gate of the Wind and Moon Concealment Guild.
Barbion was already waiting at the gate with three other people.
This time, it was a five-man squad, a classic configuration.
Although they had Roland's help this time, they didn't slack off. They brought all the weapons they could think of to attack the giant creatures.
Epic quests were very random. Different conditions would lead to different game processes.
For example, the quest to save the princess.
Different people in the same place would give different rewards and reactions according to their Good and Evil value, their strength, and the number of people around them.
It was possible to outsmart them, and it was possible to attack them by force.
It was even possible to scatter the princess's ashes.
Of course, the latter situation rarely happened, but it did happen.
So, there were no fixed solutions to quests.
This was especially true for epic quests.
Seeing Roland, the four of them immediately greeted him.
Then, the five of them used the magic teleportation array and jumped five times in a row, arriving next to a small city near the border of Fareins.
Roland had thought that the quest was in the town.
But then, Barbion led them out. After walking in the woods for a long time and defeating a lot of Forest Wolves that wanted to eat meat, they finally reached the top of a mountain.
There was an altar made of gray stones that was mottled with green moss.
Standing in front of the altar, Barbion finally shared the epic quest with Roland.
Roland received the message very soon.
Player 445812 has shared an epic quest with you.
Kill Scorching Locke.
"Scorching Locke, one of the commanders of the Realm of Devils, is about to come to this world through a certain secret method. It's time to show your strength and dispel Scorching Locke's idea."
Roland accepted the quest.
Barbion, on the other hand, said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry that I didn't share the quest with you until now. I hope you can understand the sorrow of the small guilds."
Of course, Roland understood and knew why he was doing that.
At the early stage of the game, many players found quests with good rewards that they couldn't defeat on their own, so they recruited other players to help them.
Some of the recruiters didn't have any ulterior motives. They would share the quest as long as they joined a team and promised to hunt monsters together.
As a result, some people immediately retreated and took the new quest and led their own guild team to complete the quest.
The quest issuer, on the other hand, could only watch other people steal their quest.
It was as awful as when someone else stole their girlfriend.
"It's fine. I understand." Roland waved his hand.
Barbion, on the other hand, was greatly relieved. It was great that Roland wasn't conflicted.
Then, he took out a black wood from his system Backpack and placed it on the altar.
The black wood melted like snow, and the whole altar emitted dazzling golden light. During the process, Barbion tried to comfort Roland. "It's fine. This is just a quest teleportation. You'll be fine after you get used to it."
Roland had been teleported too many times to be not used to it.
However, Barbion meant well, and Roland didn't argue with him.
After the light faded, Roland found himself teleported to the Realm of Devils.
It couldn't be helped. The Realm of Devils was too easy to recognize.
The sky was always purple, and the earth was always blood red.
The moment they appeared, an angry roar came from afar.
"You wretched human maggots are here again. Don't run this time if you dare!"
The voice rumbled from afar.
A few hundred meters ahead, a fat devil that was at least five meters tall was running over with a huge wooden stick in his hand.
The ground was shaking as he ran.
Roland looked at Barbion curiously. "Again? How many times have you hit him? "
"Seven!" Barbion seemed rather embarrassed. Then he shouted, "Disperse! That guy's magma balls are coming!"
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when three enormous magma balls appeared in the sky far away and were thrown at him in a parabola.
Each of them was at least five meters in diameter.
Roland had read such a spell in the books on magic.
It was called the Five Fireball Tactic. It was rather impressive.
However, it could only launch three fireballs. There was no telling why it was called the Five Fireballs.
After Barbion shouted, the four of them dispersed and charged forward quickly.
Barbion even shouted, "Give the Mages some time to cast spells. It'll be even better if we can buy five seconds for Roland to launch a nuclear explosion. "
But everybody knew that it was impossible.
In the game, Warriors and other professions had the ability to taunt.
It was almost impossible for a boss to attack a Mage over a Shield Warrior.
However, there was no such convenient skill in this game.
Also, the Worker AI was as smart as a real human being.
Once Roland began to prepare a large fireball, his magic power would be greatly concentrated, and the boss would notice it immediately. In less than two seconds, the enemy's enormous stick would smash the spellcaster into pieces.
But in any case, creating an environment for the Mages to deal damage was his top priority.
The four of them charged at the fat giant and tried to avoid the three enormous red magma balls that were falling from the sky.
Then, before the three balls hit the ground, Roland stomped on the ground.
Cold Domain was unfolded at the speed of light.
The layer of frost formed on the ground spread in all directions, even faster than the four teammates who were rushing forward, and directly reached the feet of the fat giant devil.
Then, Roland pointed his finger forward.
An intense frost hit the three magma balls. Not only did it cool them down and turn them into black rocks, but it also blew them back.
They landed next to the giant devil and sank half a meter into the ground.
The devil stopped charging and looked at Roland hesitantly.
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