"The forehead is wrong, the forehead is wrong from the beginning, if the forehead is not married, the husband will not die, and the husband will not be reduced to a sad place if he does not die. ”

In the desolate plain space, Roger is alone in the shape of asking the sky, and it is not embarrassing that there is no one around to answer the call, but it is really difficult for him to remember such an old stalk.

After making a fool of himself for a while, Roger with a black line on his face was sure that Rust had really forgotten about himself, which made Roger feel a little bad about his future career.

"Is such a god really my goal?" Roger looked back at the path that Rust had taken him through, and with Rust's departure, the symbol of the kingdom of God on earth dissipated, and the dense fog shrouded the surroundings again, and the same thing that passed away was the coercion from the god of death, those fish that had just slipped through the net, the mythical creatures that turned into white bones roared and groaned in the white mist, Roger had no doubt that the moment he stepped into the dense fog alone would be torn to pieces the moment he stepped into the fog alone, and the estimation he could choose was to die a little more evenly.

"Forget it, it's better to rely on yourself than on others", Roger looked down and pinched the torn pages of the book in his hand, silently reciting the somewhat unfamiliar place name, "Amanda Ruins? I remember that it happened to be the camp where the Pan-Continental Mage was stationed, and it would be difficult to get in there, okay, and you have to find something in the ruins? ”

Roger's voice faded to barely be heard, the definitions of space and cause and effect were rewritten, and in the flow of light and shadow, his figure disappeared into the twisted folds of space.

As the breath of the living vanished, the roaring undead roared harder, and the desolate earth returned to their hands once more, until a moment later a trembling breath returned, and the gods with such aura had slaughtered their countless companions with ease not long ago.

For a while, the undead who had escaped death before dispersed in panic, and the surroundings were quiet again.

Rust, who had changed into an all-black outfit, casually found a stone and sat down, staring at the place where Roger had just disappeared for a long time.

"Meow~ It's fun to pretend to be deep, meow?"

After a while, Abu burst out of the pile of bones, holding a piece of white bone in his mouth, and saw Rust sitting there, with a crystal of saliva running down the corner of his mouth, and immediately his anger stopped, and like a black lightning bolt, a claw slapped on his head.

The cute little fleshy claws hit Rust's head, and the huge force contained in it made his head hit the ground hard, colliding into a cracked deep pit, Abu stood on the edge of the pit like a human, holding his paws, and his mouth sounded a female voice as crisp as a nightingale: "Meow is working hard, boss, you can't sleep here without help, Meow, Meow can't stand it at all." ”

"Woo" head was drained into the ground, Rust pointed to his head and squeaked, seeing such a stupid boss, Abu rubbed his face with his little paws, and still helped him pull his head out of the dirt.

"Come to life, thank you, Abu," Rust said, shaking his head and wiping his dirty face with the hem of his coat.

"Meow, don't call Abu this name anymore, meow, what a stupid meow" Abu covered his face and said, "I have a name, just cooperating with you just now, meow~"

"I see you had a lot of fun just now," Rust bent down to pick up the white bone that had fallen from Abu's mouth just now, the white bone glowed with a flawless jade-like luster, as if there was liquid circulating in it, "Is that all there is to this time?" Abu..... Oh no, Andrea. ”

"Please call Ben Meow well in the future", Andrea first said seriously, and then wrinkled her little nose, "I have searched carefully, this time the gods 'rekindle' is indeed only these, according to this trend, I estimate that there will be no more 'resurgence' before the end of the 'conscription' of the divine court."

Andrea jumped onto Rust's shoulder, her tail flicking in his face, and said, "The long-term value is not proportional to the effort, and it is recommended to recycle the remnants of the gods on the back of the world." ”

The silver-white safe was dragged out of the void by Rust, and threw it to the ground with a snap, Rust casually threw the white bone inside, "There's no need, let's just bring back the reality material that symbolizes the remnants of the gods, at this juncture, every power to stabilize the barrier is indispensable, and when the 'conscription' is over, then submit the file, and the remnants will wait for the final opinion of the court, but I guess with the character of those guys will probably want to let it continue to stay on the back of the world." ”

In Rust's eyes, beyond the dimension, known as the place on the back side of the world, a little black in the center of the vortex that has long since subsided is quietly dormant, but compared to when Rust first saw it, the black range is even narrower and darker.

"So, in the end, nothing will last up to time?" Rust muttered to himself.

"Meow understands that the dossier report will be submitted after the 'call-up'" Andrea secretly wrote down with a straight face, if the idiot boss writes it himself, the two of them will probably have no salary for the next century. As if thinking of something again, Andrea opened her mouth again to remind Rust: "Boss, Ranger 9527 seems to have memorized the relative spatial coordinates here just now, do you need to .......?"

Rust smiled and took Andrea off his shoulders and placed her on the ground, "No, it's useless to come here without god-level authority, but I'm more concerned about his strange concept." He touched his chin and said.

"Isn't that a normal space or a backtracking or something?" Andrea, crouching on the ground licking her paws, looked up suspiciously.

"No, judging from the teleportation just now, it at least contains the conceptual elements of space, causality, existence, and reality, and it stands to reason that such mottled concepts will not be expressed....."

"Maybe that's why the previous Rangers left a mark on him? Without some strange abilities, the Rangers wouldn't have picked him out. Andrea simply sat up, a pair of small eyes hung on her little nose, and her little paw took out a scroll from nothingness, and read it with dissatisfaction: "Poor on-the-spot reaction ability, extremely poor mental strength, miserable combat effectiveness, even Meow can't be beaten, mission execution ability is to be determined, the only thing worth mentioning is that the resistance of the gods and the strength of the soul are medium and high respectively, what do you think of such a person, boss, and give him the highest degree of blessing in person?"

Rust put his arms around Andrea with a dissatisfied expression, "Don't worry, I can't be wrong in my eyes on people." A few gleams flashed in his dark eyes, "Lost traveler, inquisitive fool, what an interesting assessment, isn't it?"

...........

As the familiar darkness dissipated, a thin figure was regrouped at the mouth of the mine, and Roger, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and his right eye, which had been injured by the illusion caused by the concept of death, was restored to its original state.

"Hey, why don't you feel like the reaction is so serious this time?" The backlash of forcibly using the concept of 'primitive' is much lighter than expected, it's just that the physical strength and magic power are completely drained, which is really nothing compared to the previous backlash that often hurts the soul itself.

Roger didn't have time to think about it, and he heard a familiar harsh sound in the tunnel, as if he was about to be a great enemy, Roger hurriedly blocked his ears, trotted all the way into the tunnel, and yelled at Jack, who was intoxicated with the bone flute: "Stop, stop, how many times have you said don't play your bone-breaking flute in the tunnel! You don't have a single tone in tune! I really drank too much goblin mixed fake wine to teach you to play the flute!"

At this time, Roger regretted it very much, he shouldn't have taught Jack, a drinking friend who was idle all day, to play the flute on a whim, and the sound it blew didn't match words like graceful and tactful, and he could probably only use the sound of his fingers scratching the glass to describe the kind of crazy noise, but this thing was still happy to do it.

"Roger, you're back, why are you so slow? You can't really go to the mine to dig up soul crystals, do you? The intoxicated Jack put down the bone flute, and Roger complained that his music was not a day or two, and it was already immune to this extent, "And where is Jerry?"

"You didn't even listen to the loud voice of emotion just now. The speechless Roger pointed to the broken noose, the original cage had long been turned into ashes in Rust's concept of death, "Jerry is still below, the machinery here is aging, when I was checking below, the cage suddenly collapsed, and Jerry, who was still staying inside, was stunned, I had no choice but to climb up to you for help first, and I wasted some time when I came up." Roger quietly withheld the details of his encounter with the gods in the well, telling Jack such a reason that didn't seem particularly outrageous.

Jack looked Roger up and down, covered in dust and tattered clothes, but he did look like he had climbed up the mine, "So the dumb man wasn't found?"

"It's a pity. Roger shrugged, "We did a cursory inspection, and there was no sign of the mute moving underneath. ”

"That's a shame. Jack bounced away the little bug hanging on his arm, and said in a regretful tone, "Little Jerry still likes that fleshy man, although I think he is sullen." ”

"No, that's a joke. Roger pouted in his heart, then turned around and walked like a mine, "Anyway, let's see if there are any backpacks around, there should be one near the mine, I'll go down and carry Jerry on my back." ”

Jack followed Roger, still hanging on the back of the skull with his hands on his back, "So, Jerry doesn't know about the mute's disappearance in the well?

Jack's casual words made Roger's face stiffen, and his head suddenly became a little big.

"OMG, I lost the family of a lonely little skeleton, what should I do, wait online, I'm in a hurry. ”