After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room was a little stiff.
After all, his murderous aura just now was too strong.
So Ma Huajun took the initiative to ease the atmosphere. "But based on your performance in the game, I don't think you're someone who would be interested in the Evil Divine Spark."
Roland smiled emotionlessly. Anyone who was suddenly threatened would always feel uncomfortable.
Even if the other party had an opportunity, it was the same.
Seeing this, Ma Huajun continued, "You want to go further now, the floating city is one factor, and purifying your soul is another."
The other party was obviously showing goodwill, and Roland wasn't actually that angry, so he went along with it and asked, "So, what's the reason you didn't hesitate to destroy my and Schuck's dreams to make us superhumans? What's wrong with throwing people into that world? "
"Training."
"Training?" Roland looked stunned, then his expression became serious. "Who is our enemy?"
Roland couldn't imagine what kind of enemy it was that required mass production of superhumans to be able to defeat.
"With your current growth rate, you'll find out soon enough."
After Ma Huajun said this, he sank into the ground and disappeared.
The cement floor still showed no signs of damage. This Earth Escape, to be honest, was not much worse than teleportation when used for escape.
Roland froze in place, thinking about the problem.
Although the two of them talked for a long time, Ma Huajun still revealed a lot of information.
If he tried to extrapolate, he could get uncertain, frowning information.
Just as Roland was lost in thought, a few security guards suddenly ran over from behind, and they were relieved to see Roland.
"What's wrong?" Roland turned around and couldn't help but ask when he saw their nervous expressions.
"All the cameras here were blurred just now." The lead security guard said with some panic, "And you were walking here at that time, we were really afraid that something had happened to you here."
Roland smiled. "I just experimented with magic, and I might have been affected by this."
Since Ma Huajun blurred the cameras when he appeared, it was clear that he didn't want others to know that he had been here, so Roland naturally helped cover it up.
The security guards were finally completely relieved.
Roland then returned to his dormitory and entered the game in the virtual cabin.
Then the next day, he took a special car back to the western base.
Seeing that he was back, the researchers led by Su Minluo were all relieved.
Su Minluo even put on a rare smile. "Director, you're finally back. I thought you were having too much fun over there."
"It's not like they're going to arrange beauties and songs for me. How could I be so happy that I'll forget about home?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Now that Roland was back, the previous research could begin again. The researchers were all very satisfied.
Most of the time, whether or not the research was fruitful was another matter. The most important thing was whether or not there was a research project for him to do.
The researchers who were able to enter this base were all elites, and they all had a heart that was curious about everything in the world.
Meanwhile, Roland continued to live a balanced and regular life of research.
At the same time, he recreated the virtual Divine Spark of Delicacy in the game.
It had to be created … Not to mention whether or not Andonara could enter Mystra's Mansion, this would affect her safety when she fought the Evil God.
More importantly, Andonara, who didn't have a connection to the Gourmet Divine Spark, couldn't make food that delicious.
Roland's mouth had been raised to be picky, and if there wasn't a special reason, he didn't really want to eat food that tasted average.
After creating the virtual Divine Spark, Andonara's strength could borrow Roland's magic power, and now that she also believed in the Goddess of Magic, many spells could be used.
It was just that she didn't have much magic power reserves. After all, she was a Warrior.
And after connecting to Roland's virtual Divine Spark, she could mobilize Roland's magic power.
It was equivalent to having an external magic power pack.
In theory, Roland's magic power was infinite.
Then her magic power was limitless.
Then it was time to build equipment. The Evil Gods were all evil, so adding the magic power attribute of light and life to the equipment would definitely have enough damage bonuses for them.
The armor was all tattooed with Magic Shields, the passive kind.
Then a large number of scrolls were stored in Mystra's Mansion for the two of them to access in case of emergencies.
The two of them armed themselves almost to the teeth.
It wouldn't do to fight an Evil God without this kind of serious mentality.
Nia saw the two of them and knew what they were going to do.
She wanted to go with them.
But Roland shook his head. "I hope you can protect Delpon. It's hard to say how long I'll be gone, and if an enemy comes … it'll be hard for me to come back quickly to save the day. So there has to be someone I can trust here. "
"All right." Nia cleared her chest, the two lumps of fat bouncing around like two tightly tied balloons, bumping and bumping. "Since you trust me so much, I'll listen to you and stay here."
An angel that was easy to coax.
But only those she trusted were easy to coax. She rarely spoke to strangers and would appear cold and arrogant in front of strangers.
Preparing everything he could think of, Roland boarded the floating city with Andonara, and then flew to the border between the main plane and the Astral Plane.
The two of them stood in the square, looking at the dark Astral Plane above their heads and the stars all over the sky, feeling a little excited.
Andonara asked, "Who's the first target? What's his weakness? "
"The Evil God of Pain." Roland thought about it and said, "According to the information the Goddess of Magic gave me, this Evil God should be the easiest to deal with if the two of us join forces."
"He's weak?"
"Actually very strong. He's ranked relatively high among the Evil Gods. "Roland smiled." But he's less resistant to fire magic. You know, we're both good at playing with fire. "
"I think there's more to what you're saying." Andonara came over, took Roland's hand, and smiled coquettishly. "Want to play with fire before the big battle?"
"That's fine." Roland thought about it and said, "But don't let the Goddess of Magic possess you again, it'll scare people to death."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're deliberately reminding me to let her possess me," Andonara said jealously.
"There's no such thing at all," Roland said decisively.
And in the Divine Realm of Pain, the Evil God Nedsworth was refining the neutral Divine Spark fragment he had snatched: Whirlwind.
This was supposed to be the Goddess of Storms' Divine Spark, but for some reason, a fragment was scattered in the Astral Plane, and he found and picked it up.
For this reason, the Goddess of Storms' Divine Spark wasn't particularly complete, and her strength had been stuck in the middle of the neutral gods.
In contrast, the Water Goddess' Divine Spark was not only complete, but it also had four: ocean, river, rain, and ice.
But the four Divine Sparks were incompatible with each other, causing her intelligence … to be a little problematic.
So she was clearly very strong, but she couldn't use it at all.
She was kind of a disgrace and a weirdo among the neutral gods.
It was difficult for an Evil God to condense a neutral Divine Spark fragment.
But Nedsworth wasn't without a clue, and in fact, in the hundred years since he got the Whirlwind Divine Spark, he had refined a third of this fragment.
This made his strength increase greatly.
Even his small divine realm was a lot more stable.
Playing with the Whirlwind Divine Spark fragment in his hand, he was in a bad mood.
The Brutalization Divine Spark fragment that Roland had thrown out earlier had flown away not far from him, and he hadn't been able to grab it.
A dozen or so Evil Gods chased after that thing and had a big fight, but the fragment was nowhere to be found.
But all the Evil Gods knew that someone must have hidden that thing, because a Divine Spark fragment wasn't so easy to refine into one's Divine Spark.
This was true even for the power of another Evil God.
Thinking of the Divine Spark fragment that he had missed out on, he became more and more depressed.
Then he reached out and grabbed, and the figure of a young girl appeared in front of him.
The girl was beautiful, but her eyes were dull, and she had clearly lost her mind.
Nedsworth didn't care. He reached out and made a grabbing motion in the air, and the girl's right hand suddenly broke off, then flew into his palm, and he picked it up.
Then he chewed on this beautiful, white arm.
The sound of sharp teeth tearing at flesh and skin rang out.
And the girl with the broken arm had no expression on her face. She had been bleeding profusely from the stump of her arm, and in less than ten seconds, the blood had soaked through the clothes on half of her body, and there was even a small pool of black and red blood on the ground.
The girl's eyes were still dull, but her face was getting paler and paler, and even her lips were no longer red.
Her body was shaking more and more, and it seemed like she could collapse in the next second.
At this point, Nedsworth finally finished eating the whole arm, and then he pointed at the girl.
An evil force sealed the stump of the girl's arm and even began to heal her, regenerating the severed limb.
With another casual wave of his hand, the girl disappeared, and even the pool of blood on the ground disappeared.
After eating some human flesh, the Evil God Nedsworth finally felt a little happier, and he continued to refine the Whirlwind Divine Spark in his hand.
And the girl was teleported back to the surface of the divine realm.
The Divine Realm of Pain was desolate, with extremely weak light, a cold world, and not even much water.
The girl walked numbly on this piece of land, and at a glance, the ground was dry and cracked.
It wasn't until she walked in front of a large black dead tree that a little light appeared in her eyes.
She pushed a stone away with difficulty with one hand, revealing a hole, and she crawled in.
Soon, in the faint white light, she saw another group of people in a large cellar.
There were old and young, all of them.
But all of them were women.
These women were the tributes offered to Nedsworth by the followers of the Evil God on the main plane.
After hundreds of years of continuous accumulation, there were at least tens of thousands of them.
But most of them had died of old age or had committed suicide.
Only a small number of girls with a strong heart or those who had just been sacrificed were able to survive.
As soon as the girl returned, many people came up to greet her.
One of them, an old woman, looked at her hand with heartache and said sadly, "That Evil God ate your flesh again, did it hurt?"
The girl nodded.
"Thank you for blocking so much pain for us, Miranda." The old woman stroked the girl's stump of arm, tears in her eyes.
The others also sighed.
The Evil God raised these girls to treat them as snacks.
But recently, Nedsworth had discovered that one girl's flesh was getting tastier, and he had been eating her hand.
He ate it slowly and didn't kill her.
In the past, he would have let the sacrifice bleed to death.
He wouldn't have given any treatment at all.
"Bring the bucket and materials over, I still have to soak in my body and absorb some moss essence." Miranda smiled weakly and said, "I'm weak now and need nourishment, so the absorption is more efficient and better."
"How about someone else?" Said the old woman tearfully. "If you keep being eaten like this, I'm afraid your mind won't be able to bear it."
"It's okay, we're all going to die sooner or later in this place anyway. It's worth it for me to trade my body for more time for everyone. "
This time it was just the arm, but Nedsworth ate different parts.
Sometimes it was the leg, sometimes the belly, sometimes the liver.
Sometimes even the heart.
As long as the sacrifice was saved before he died, then the severed limb or internal organs could be regenerated.
Although he wasn't specialized in medical abilities, this was something the Evil God could still do.
It had been two years since Miranda had been sacrificed to this world.
Previously, she was just an ordinary low-level noble daughter, and because she was beautiful, she was quietly abducted by the Evil God's believers to be sacrificed here in the Divine Realm of Pain.
Then she was placed in this cellar.
This place was slowly carved out by the previous dozens of sacrifices.
There was no water on the surface, but there was some underground.
Besides, there was no need to experience the bone-chilling wind erosion of the Divine Realm of Pain underground.
And there was a kind of moss that could grow underground and could be used as a light source, as well as several kinds of edible moss, which tasted bad but could also fill the stomach.
That was why they could live here.
Then she accidentally discovered that Nedsworth had a special preference for women who ate a certain kind of moss.
Then she specialized in eating this kind of moss, and sure enough … now the Evil God was only interested in her flesh.
The crowd clustered around Miranda as she returned to the depths of the cellar and gave her the biggest and most comfortable bed covered with dry moss to sleep on.
"When is this going to end?" The old woman sitting on the edge of the bed sighed. "I really want to die, but I'm afraid of death."
"Hold on. As long as you're alive, there's always hope. " Miranda, who was sleeping on the bed, took the old woman's hand and said, "There's nothing wrong with this place except that it's a little cramped and not very full. We can still hold on, and one day, the Heroes and Knights will come to this evil place and kill the Evil God, just like the legends in the books. "
"That's all a lie," the old woman said in confusion. The old woman said in confusion, "The Hero and the Knight will only save the people on the main plane. We are in the Divine Realm …"
Just then, the whole earth shook violently.
At first, they thought the Evil God was angry again.
Every time the Evil God got angry, the world would shake for a while.
But then they realized that the tremor this time was different … The source of the tremor was coming from outside, and more importantly, the tremor this time was very, very strong. They couldn't even stand steadily and were all lying on the ground.
What was going on?
All the sacrifices looked at each other.
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