"It's not a big deal, it's just that the worldview has been revised," Roger said with a pained expression, and some unrealistically lofty ideas about the gods were also forgotten with the deeds of the dead gods in front of him. Roger deeply believes that even though these gods have some powerful power and hold the power of the world, they can't change their teasing nature.

Rust tilted his head and pondered for a moment, deciding not to study the reason behind Roger's painful expression, and refocused his energy on the white skeleton on the throne, on the hideous flowing white bone waterfall, the endless stream of dry bones undulating and wriggling, pushing the small throne up and down, like a lonely boat on the ocean.

Rust's eyes, which seemed to stand silently, were restrained, Roger's invisible latitude, the invisible back hidden in the shadows of the world, and the huge throne projected here had long since been distorted, taking on a completely different appearance from the material world.

It was an incomparable vortex, and the surging concept of death continued to converge from countless small spatial cracks invisible to the naked eye into the rapidly rotating vortex, and they finally condensed into the center of the vortex, corresponding to the white skull projected on the small throne of the material realm, as for the concept of death that escaped into this space and the underworld, it was only a tiny part of this vortex.

For a god composed entirely of the concept of death, Rust's emaciated figure stood in front of the throne like a mortal standing in a howling storm tide.

"The wind is blowing. Rust whispered softly.

Roger looked around strangely, and the dust on the ground was clearly not blown up at all, and there was not even the slightest sign of a breeze blowing.

"Whew~"

The wind blew down from the boundless, and in this desolate space, where all the smell of death was filled, salvation came. The wind caressed the two people around him and the huge throne that seemed to stand in front of him, and Roger naturally closed his eyes and felt the tranquility of the breeze.

Out of nowhere, the wind blew through the desecrated throne, the wriggling skeletons that built the throne came to a standstill, the eternal captivity was silently broken, the invisible chains that bound them quietly dissipated, and the restless scarlet soul fire in the eyes of those skeletons gradually calmed down and finally extinguished. As the skeletons that formed the throne passed, the dry bones that had lost their power fell one after another, and the flowing dry bone waterfall stopped flowing, and collapsed in the blink of an eye. The great vortex in the shadows of the world came to an abrupt halt, and for a moment, a little black light flickered in the center of the dissipating vortex, and then it was drowned out by the unrestrained concept of death. The scattered notion of death crowded into the material realm, and was finally picked up by the waiting Rust.

Roger squinted his eyes and saw the stumps and bones falling like rain, the small throne also lost its support and fell straight upright, the white skeleton fell from the throne, and slammed into the pile of dry bones that had been pushed into a mountain, the small skull stared at the gloomy sky with empty eye sockets, and in the blink of an eye it was covered by the dry bones that fell later, waiting for its next recovery.

Seeing everything in front of him, a kind of longing swelled up in Roger's heart, maybe the guy who took away his concept was right, he was too muddy before, Rust, who shaped the world in the understatement, will be the driving force for him to be reborn again and again in the future, he is so thirsty for power for the first time, he is eager to know the reason for the power of the gods, he is eager to understand the truth of the world, life should not go on step by step.

"Your Excellency," Roger's deep voice woke Rust, who was immersed in checking the situation, and he turned his head, one man and one god looked at each other again.

With his right hand hammered to his chest, he knelt on one knee, his tattered coat was his bright red cloak, and the flames in his hands were his sharp sword, and the once invincible knight offered his loyalty to the ancient gods.

"Bearing witness to the Alfred Family's Flame Banner emblem, and under the guidance of the Elven Lord God Nature Warden Voss Longbow, the half-elf Roger von Alfred is willing to follow Your Excellency, I will be your blade, and your gaze is the direction in which I am heading. ”

Looking at the solemn half-kneeling young man, the corners of Rust's mouth raised slightly, and he asked with a smile: "I thought about it so quickly, and I want to accept this job?" It's quite dangerous, and even if I can pull you out of death, I can't guarantee what you'll become. ”

Roger raised his head, his eyes burning with indescribable persistence, and said affirmatively, "Follow your will." ”

Roger finished speaking with great momentum, and then probed his head to look at the collapsed throne, and asked with confidence: "But you won't let me deal with such a thing in the first place, will you?" After less than two minutes, Roger returned to his petty citizen mentality.

"Of course not," Rust smiled and shook his head, now that Roger had decided to accept the job of the Ranger, there was no need to hide some words, "Roger, you get up first, or what I said at the beginning, you don't have to be too nervous." What I'm talking about is just the worst-case scenario, I'm just used to saying it, not to mention ....."

Rust approached Roger, pointed to Roger's chest and said, "You have the marks left by other rangers, and although you don't know the markers, it means that you have met the criteria of a ranger in some way and can be listed as an alternate." I haven't found out what your strengths are, but I trust their vision when it comes to finding candidates. ”

Without thinking about the meaning of the Ranger's awkward name, Roger's solemn face froze, and he could be sure that he had never been marked by any so-called Ranger, because any existence would be cleansed when he was reborn! Even the power of the conceptual level would be clearly perceived by Roger when he was reborn, but so far Roger had never found a mark from someone else in himself.

Wait a minute, there was actually one exception. Roger narrowed his eyes, the last time he was reborn by that guy in Tallinn, the pan-continent was an exception that Roger didn't grasp for the first time, that was the out-of-control rebirth that made him unprepared trapped in the necromantic underworld, and he couldn't return to the pan-continent so far, and before losing consciousness, he seemed to catch a glimpse of that guy penetrating some golden points of light through his heart?

Roger, who had cleared the clues, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, damn it, it seems that there was a big misunderstanding, so I shouldn't have the qualifications to take on this job?

"Your Excellency, I have thought about it, and I have decided to regret it!" said Roger, who was instantly convinced.

"I'm sorry, it's late," Rust chuckled, "I can't just let go of a coolie, but I've asked you about your wishes according to the rules." After all, the concept of death gathered from the shadow space and Rust's own power turned into a heavenly heaven and earth that connected the sky behind him, just like a religious picture scroll that disappeared in time, and the hideous Grim Reaper in a shabby cloak came to the world with three coffins on his back.

"Also, don't take Voss as a witness anymore, I don't have a good deal with him. Rust's voice sounded from afar, since the beginning of the creation of thousands of planes, the contract between God and man slowly unfolded in front of Roger, painted with all the words in the world, cuneiform, hieroglyphs, letters, words, etc., all the symbols that can be used to convey information are listed on it, used to repeat the same paragraph, Roger recognized at a glance the familiar square Chinese characters, that sentence is: pre-employment training and staff guide.

At this time, you can't be a little tall, Roger complained with tears.

Not to mention Roger, who had a black line on his face, the golden light flashed in Rust's eyes again, and an unfamiliar voice suddenly became loud, full of vicissitudes, like Huang Zhong Dalu: "Lost traveler, fool seeking knowledge, are you willing to step on the wrong path full of thorns, as our eyes, ears and agents, on the road of maintaining the world until death." ”

With a bitter look on his face, Roger wanted to refuse, but looking at such a big formation, especially Rust's expression that you dare to say no and kill you, he still nodded hesitantly.

So, at the moment when mortals decided to face the truth, forbidden and cumbersome knowledge poured into Roger's mind, and was neatly arranged in categories, like a spiritual library built in his mind, waiting for mortals to read.

"As you wish, mortal, then receive the blessing. The vicissitudes of life passed away, and Rust, who had been waiting for a long time, took over.

"Evil is hidden in all beings, and in the name of Kento, the Time Walker, you are given the right to move freely between the planes without being rejected. ”

"Chaos is born of order, and in the name of William the Chant, you are given the authority to hear the prayers of the world. ”

"Creatures come from death, and in the name of Rust, the lord of death, you are given the authority to immortalize your soul and body. ”

As the words carrying the actual meaning of the three sounds were spoken, two pillars of light, one silver and one green, descended around Roger, which were the images of a stargazing old man sitting cross-legged and a bard holding a harp, and the two blurred pillars of light and the negative coffin behind Rust shrouded Roger's face together, and the blessings from the gods filled Roger's body and soul, and then Roger fainted unexpectedly.

Before losing consciousness, Roger's last thought was, "Heh, the labor insurance for God's part-time job is not bad." ”