Like a shooting star, Rog pierced the thick, moist, lead-gray clouds of the Atlas and made a graceful arc in the air, sweeping towards a small peak.

A figure awaited him at the top of the peak.

It was as if she had been waiting for countless years, as if she had been waiting there since the moment the heavens and earth were born.

In an instant, Rogge flew through the heavy fog and flew to the mountain peak, slowly descending.

For a moment, Rogge felt as if he was a little dazzled, seeing a figure with long hair flying, but when he stopped in front of Fengyue, he found that she hadn't changed much.

Rogge only exists as a spirit now, so naturally he can't talk about any 'dazzle'. He laughed self-deprecatingly, and prepared to fly into the core of Fengyue like he had done the previous two times in the Otherworld.

An invisible energy shield suddenly spawned on Fengyue's body, and Rogge was bounced back as if he had hit his head against a wall. He only felt that the whole world was spinning, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Fengyue stretched out her hand, and Rogge looked in the direction of her finger, only to see three zombie lords with more than two dozen zombie warriors standing not far away. He smiled confidently, this undead creature is not yet in his hands, just when he was about to send a mental shock to hit the front, Rogge suddenly had some doubts, the posture of these undead creature is not so much a challenge, well, what is it? By the way!

Rogge looked at Fengyue in extreme surprise, these undead creatures were actually respectful to Fengyue?!

At Fengyue's finger, a zombie warrior walked out and came to Fengyue. Fengyue reached out with her right hand and easily inserted it into its chest, holding the energy core. The zombie warrior's hardwood-like body is like mud to Fengyue. Feng Yue exerted force in his hand, and with a soft roar in his mouth, the zombie warrior exploded into corpse pieces on the ground. Countless golden energy threads stretched out from Fengyue's skull, penetrated into the zombie warrior's energy core, and then burst out from the energy core, wrapping around every piece of corpse on the ground.

The wound pieces of corpse quickly ignited into pale flames, and were quickly burned out, leaving only a little essence attached to the end of the spiritual thread. As soon as Fengyue retracted her hand, countless spiritual connections were retracted like a tide, condensing into a golden liquid the size of a water drop at her fingertips. The drop of liquid immediately dissolved into Fengyue's fingertips, merging with his fingers.

The undead have no emotions of fear, joy or surprise, and they are simply obedient to their masters. Although Fengyue destroyed and absorbed one zombie, the other zombies still stood quietly aside, waiting for Fengyue's next order.

The purple mist representing Rogge's spiritual body surged sharply: "Could it be that spiritual power can be used like this?!Doesn't this mean that I can also have a body in this world?"

A mysterious new world unfolds in front of Rogge!

The purple mist rolled up, and several streaks of mist poked out, searching along the ground, and a mist gradually seeped into the ground. From time to time, a bone, a stone, or a dead tree trunk would jump up and fall from the mist. Slowly, the operation of the fog began to become proficient, and from time to time new and finer fog was separated, and various objects on the ground jumped more and more frequently, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Fengyue held the sickle in her arms and waited quietly. She'd been waiting so long that she didn't care about waiting a little longer.

Countless bones and all kinds of strange things flew in the air, and the ground was constantly churning, as if hundreds of marmots were digging frantically in the ground. Hundreds of thin purple threads were already sticking out of Rogge's spirit body, constantly touching, exploring, and indulging every object he touched.

Finally, a skull solidified in mid-air, sucking in Rogge's spirit body like a sponge, and two clouds of purple fire then lit up in the skull's eye sockets.

Rogge was unhappy with his new body, or rather, his new head.

Although the most powerful evil creature ever recorded, the demigod Lich, is nothing more than a giant skull floating in the air, it is clearly not the same thing as his current skull. As a junior necromancer, Rog still needs at least one pair of hands to perform most of his magic. And after leaving the transformed **, as well as the battle armor 'reincarnation' and the battle axe "soul binding", Rogge's flesh game ability is not even as good as a slightly higher skeleton soldier.

After hesitating for a moment, Rogge resolutely gave up the skull and tried to organize a body for himself again. After countless attempts, he was finally inspired by the spell of "Necromancy" and summoned a skeleton for himself as a body.

Fengyue led Rogge to a waterhole.

The water of the other world is muddy, turbid gray slurry, but the water in this pool is surprisingly clear, although it is only a small two feet in circumference and more than a foot deep, it seems out of place with the surrounding environment. Rogge clearly sensed that a powerful force was protecting the clear water from the erosion of the power of death. This power is very familiar, and it should come from Fengyue. He was a little confused, what was so special about this ordinary clear water, and he had to take such great care to protect it?

Rog leaned over at the water's edge, a fairly intact skeleton reflected in the water. Rogge smiled bitterly, now he should be the evil type of necromancer-corpse witch. However, Rogge is very good at explaining for himself, Fengyue can constantly transform his body in the other world, and as the master, he should be able to do it. It is not difficult to turn into a tall and handsome skeleton mage again. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that what Fengyue could do, he might not be able to do.

It took some time for Rog to get used to his new form, and he even managed to cast a curse spell! But just as fear didn't work for the undead at all, Rog couldn't think of any use for supporting necromancy like curses and sickness in a world where almost only the undead existed.

If it weren't for the powerful summons from the ontological world, Rog didn't know how long he would have been exploring this new realm.

This summoning was powerful, domineering, and incomparably powerful, locking his spirit with extreme precision. Rogge smiled bitterly, who else could do this except Elesis, the female devil?

The skeletons are scattered. Before he could say hello to Fengyue, Rogge's spiritual body was recalled to the original world by Elesis. When he was constantly flying high, seeing Fengyue's figure standing in place without moving, Rogge suddenly had a thought:

"Maybe it's time to say goodbye to it......"

He was immediately amused by his ridiculous idea, what did the mage say goodbye to his pet? Although, although Fengyue seemed a little special, it was still just a mage pet.

For some reason, Rogge suddenly felt that he couldn't laugh anymore.

As Elesis wandered through space, Rog struggled to keep in touch with her. When she tried to find Rog, the summoning was as easy as a savage warrior carrying a chicken. This is the absolute gap in the understanding and magic of space. This discovery hit Rogge quite hard, but fortunately, he had been following Ophorok and Elesis for many years, and his face and nerves were extremely tough, and this kind of blow was really nothing.

After a moment of vertigo, Rogge returned to his own world.

Ophorok and Elesis stood and sat down, both looking at him with concern. Seeing Rogge's eyes slowly turn from confusion to clarity, Ophorok breathed a sigh of relief. Elysis's powerful magical fluctuations gradually dissipated, and the black flames that had been like substance around her body were sucked back into her body at all. The "Otherworldly Summoning" she had just cast seemed to be a big burden on Elesis as well, and a few fine beads of sweat were hanging on the tip of her nose.

It was now dusk, and the sunset shone softly through the blinds and cast a golden yellow on Elesis's countenance. A few fine beads of sweat shone with golden brilliance in the sunset.

Rogge had never seen Elesis so clearly. The black flames that used to burn all the time always made her hazy, as if through a layer of mist.

"Humph!" Elesis snorted coldly, pulling Rog's soul back. "Are you really daring! After experiencing a little otherworldly space, you think you are the archmage? Do you know how many otherworldly beings exist, and how many otherworldly creatures you have never seen can swallow your spiritual essence at any time? With your poor magic power, what kind of spatial magic can you use to let you escape back? At first, I thought you were just practicing some magic that locks the soul of your opponent, but I didn't expect you to actually teleport the entire spiritual body to the other dimension!"

Elesis's accusation over her head and face made Rogge feel that she was a real person for the first time. In the past, Elesis was always so mysterious and reserved, which made people feel that she was a demon or a god. And for the first time, Rogge felt that she cared about him, and this feeling made him excited.

"Alright, Ennie, since Rogge is all right, you can spare him for once. Opirok said with a smile.

He then said to Rogge: "You haven't shown up for two days, which makes everyone very anxious. Kate spotted you here first, but you're still delirious. He couldn't solve it, so he came to us. Ennie concluded that your spiritual body, in other words, your soul had wandered to the Otherworld, so she cast the magic of 'Otherworldly Summoning', which brought you back. ”

Rogge smiled, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "'Otherworldly Summon......ing'?" Looks like it's used to summon otherworldly monsters, right? And you don't know what you're summoning beforehand, right?"

Elesis sneered and said, "This magic was originally used to summon otherworldly monsters, and it is only fitting to use it to summon you." Besides, whatever I want to summon, I have to come out obediently, so how can I summon the beast to choose by itself?"

Rogge was a little stumbling and asked, "Have I been in the Otherworld for two days?"

"And how long do you think you've been there?" asked Elesis rhetorically.

Ophorok stared at Rogge for a moment, his gaze was like substance, and he saw Rogri inside and out.

"It seems that you have gained a lot during this time. The magic has actually improved again, hehe, not bad. This copy of "Parallel Space and Primary Space Magic" is the handwriting of the archmage Cleveland four hundred years ago, and is now in my father's collection. Ennie and I both think this book is more suitable for your current situation, so we brought it with you, so you should be careful to put it away. Not counting the magic itself, the handwriting of the Grand Magus alone is already valuable!" he smiled.

This last sentence hits the nail on the head of Rogge. How could a natural merchant like the fat man not know the value of the handwriting of the Great Wizard four hundred years ago, even though he had no idea who this Cleveland was. Rogge hurriedly took two steps forward, and his hands trembled as he took the historic parchment, feeling agitated.

Finally sent off Ophirock and Kate and the others who came with him, and Rogge couldn't wait to come to the ashram and began to meditate. He reined in his mind, and his consciousness slowly dived into the spiritual body, experiencing and indulging in the magic around him.

All kinds of magical energy in the air began to gather around Rogge, and they spun around him rapidly. The red is flame, the blue is frost, the gray is the energy of death, and there are many magical energies that Rog can't distinguish, all forming a magnificent band of light. This band of light cannot be discerned with the naked eye, but can only be sensed by the spirit. From time to time, a small stream of magical energy would fly into Rogge, spin around in his spiritual body, and fly out again. A little bit of magical energy remained in Rogge's body.

Early in the morning, Rogge finally finished meditating. He stood in front of the window, his magic surging all over him. He was already a ninth-level magician, and although he was not powerful, he was already a figure that could not be ignored at will! From an eighth-level magician to a ninth-level magician, he only took a few months, and this speed was not amazing, but in terms of Rogge's talent in magic, it was already an unthinkable progress.

The invisible battle with the fog illusion made Rogge understand the skill of observing the world with spiritual power, and even made him inadvertently see the source of the power that makes the whole world work. This made him clearly see his goal for the first time, and he also knew where the peak of his power was. Whether it is vindictive spirit or magic power, it will eventually return to the source of power. The source of power was still beyond Rogge's comprehension, he just saw it, knew that it was his direction, but he didn't know what it was.

However, knowing where the target is, you can choose a relatively correct path. Most of the time, strength does not depend on a person's ability to run faster than others on their own path, but on the moment they choose their path.

Compared to Dou Qi, magic is closer to the source of power. Therefore, although Rogge has infinite strength and has the unique talent to become a warrior, he still chooses to devote all his time to refining his magic and spiritual power, neither cultivating fighting qi nor studying combat skills.

Rodriguez's deathbed teachings shattered the rules and regulations in his mind, allowing him to forge his own path to his goal. The greatest necromancer possesses unparalleled wisdom, and he knows that rules are the shortcut to the growth of all wisdom, but they are also the greatest cage that binds wisdom. Rodriguez knew that while he had gained supreme wisdom and power, the rules of this world had been imprinted in the depths of his soul. He was powerless to break out of the rules, but Rogge was different. He has just jumped on the quest for power, but he has plenty of potential, but he hasn't been branded too much.

This is the reason why Rodriguez did not absorb Rogge's soul or leave his knowledge to Rogge. In doing so, an even more powerful necromancer might be created, perhaps even to the level of a god or demon in terms of strength. However, no matter how strong and fat the green worm is, it is not a butterfly.

Rodriguez is looking forward to the day when Rogge can break out of the cocoon, instead of being a green worm forever.

The spiritual connection with Elesis gave Rog his first taste of the existence of another dimension. The existence of Fengyue also prevented his first experience of leaping into another dimension as a soul from becoming a disaster. The unique experience of incarnating as a corpse witch in the other world made his grasp of death energy more refined, and it also directly stimulated the growth of his magical power, which was mainly based on death energy, and was finally able to go further in a short period of time.

Rank 9 magician!

Rogge couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, which meant that he was no longer a small character who could be ignored! Although hiding in the dark and hurting people behind his back was always his first choice, but with great power, how wide the world would become! Think about it, with his precise magic control, a ninth-level mage means that he can have at least four sword spiders to summon in every battle, as well as countless magic missiles, six or seven fireball spells, fear spells, disease spells, and so on. These spells are enough to wipe out a squad of knights!

Rogge was a little dizzy, but the rewards didn't stop there.

He recalls the frenzied scenes in the 'Night Home' hotel, especially the experience of inserting his bare hand into the chest of an opponent and pinching his spine. He tried to raise his mental power to the highest level, and then gathered it on the index finger of his right hand. After a few moments, his whole finger was warm. Rogge lifted his hand and looked closely, his index finger had grown an inch, his nails had become sharp knife shapes, and thin flesh scales had formed on his fingers, which shimmered with lilac metallic light in the sun.

Rog thrust his finger into the hardwood table in front of him as easily as a freshly baked loaf of bread. Rogge smiled with satisfaction, casually picked up an ordinary long sword, and flicked the blade with his demonic fingers, making a metallic crashing sound. Of course, there was nothing special about this sword, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to test the strength of his fingers with those divine weapons, such as the battle axe 'Soul Binding'.

He put his shining metallic finger in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, before he said to himself, "This should be one of the abilities of the demon race, right? According to the record in the book, this must be true." But who knows, maybe the guy who wrote the book hasn't seen the higher demons himself! Maybe he should catch another demon and ask, hehe. For example, that Jing Ge ......"

Rogge walked around the room a few times and muttered, "This Jing Ge seems to have been in trouble, and he will do some business together soon, huh...... Forget it. ”

He had now calmed down from his initial excitement, and while the increase in mana was a good thing, it was far from the whole story. There are countless things to do. The time to set off to hunt slaves was about to arrive, but many preparations were not completed. This time to capture slaves, the strength of his side is about to pour out, but it is really unpleasant to have a flying dragon behind him. It's like there's always a thorn in the flesh. However, as soon as the dragon was injured, he immediately turned into a gopher and dug a hole somewhere to hide himself. This kind of despicable, shameless, and shameless enemy has always been the object of Rogge's hatred the most.

This time to go to the Ron bus to catch slaves, the momentum is quite huge, and it is not a small problem for hundreds of armed men to enter the Duchy of Ron under what name. Rogge had no choice but to hope that Stanich and Jing Ge had great powers and could find a perfect solution.

Although Opirok is a paladin, Elesis's magical prowess is also terrifying. But these two backers are always too thin. What's more, the strength of the other party is not necessarily worse, once the conflict starts, the first to be unlucky is always his own little minions. Rogge pondered for a long time, searched through the various forces one by one, and suddenly his eyes lit up, Church of Light! The brothers have recently been very well mixed with Bishop Gnard Hart, and now they are asking him to introduce themselves to Cardinal Burke! If you take the line of the church, whoever wants to move yourself must think carefully before you want to move yourself.

Thinking of this, Rogge couldn't help but deeply regret that he didn't throw himself into the arms of the church early. Although it seems a little funny for a necromancer to join the Church of Light, in line with the principle that milk is a mother, Rogge can't care so much. Then again, Opirok was also a member of the Church of Light, and the Duchy of Bavaria was the only diocese in the Rhine League. Doing this by yourself is not a betrayal.

Thinking of the dead necromancer Rodriguez, Rogge couldn't help but feel a little guilty. But this shame vanished in an instant, and he thought confidently, "You taught me to ignore the rules of all worlds." It's one of the rules that this necromancer can't join the Church of Light, right? Then start with Lao Tzu and create a new world of necromancers in the Church of Light! Well, this holy water is a little troublesome, it's okay, bear with it! Huh? I don't need to bear it, Lao Tzu seems to be able to use spiritual power to make a small shield to keep this holy water out, just like the miracle. Grandma's, how did I forget such a good method! This shield should be practiced well, not too thick, half a centimeter at most, and it should be long-lasting, and it can change with my body shape...... Seems like a bit of a challenge, huh?"

The problem of holy water is not the immediate priority, let it go first, and then have a headache later.

He dissipated his mental energy, waited for his fingers to return to normal, and hurried out the door.

When Rogge arrived at the Bishop of Gnard Hart, most of the people in Lille were still asleep. The middle-aged butler who was woken up was obviously not in a good mood, and he didn't have a good face for Rogge. But when he saw the few silver coins handed over by Rogge, the most courteous smile immediately appeared on his face, and his face changed quickly, which made Rogge also a little admired. The butler, who nodded his head, repeatedly said that as soon as the bishop woke up, he would hand over Rogge's name sticker as soon as possible. Then he flatteringly asked Rogge if he would like to go in for a coffee.

Looking at the butler's withered and thin face, and his teeth yellowed by inferior tobacco, it was hard for Rogge to take the slightest interest in the coffee in the bishop's house. He hurriedly left a note on the name sticker, and asked the bishop to come back in the evening, and Rogge left in a hurry as if fleeing. This visit gave Rogge a preliminary estimate of the bishop's financial situation, but after a careful review of the bishop's style of accumulating money, it seems that he should not be so embarrassed.

Confused, Rog galloped towards the Hammer of the God of War.

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