Roger's body was spasming.

Storms and lightning flickered in the pupils.

The golden statue seemed to turn into an oversized magnet that held Roger's fingers firmly attached to it.

Seeing that his fingers couldn't be withdrawn, Roger didn't panic, the Xuanyue heraldic light on the back of his hand was magnificent, and the crimson moonlight shrouded the entire secret room, and his pupils almost turned into the shape of a crescent moon.

Moonlight and storms, lightning are colliding.

With a snap, an impact exploded between the two.

Roger's body staggered back, and his fingers finally removed from the idol.

Looking at the statue again, a circle of cracks appeared on the surface, and lightning and storms escaped from the cracks, forming invisible waves that spread in the secret room.

I thought it was just an ordinary god statue, and there was nothing special except for the whole body of local tyrant gold, but I didn't expect it to contain such a strange power.

It seems that the infiltration of the Church of Storm and War into the Kingdom of Lovell is exaggerated.

The major churches have not been preaching in the Northern Continent for a long time, and although there are nobles who have been baptized, it is nonsense to say how much piety there is.

Those nobles just wanted to use gold pounds to add a title to their heads.

Judging from the idol of the treasure vault, Count Roland's belief in the Lord of the Storm is by no means comparable to that of ordinary nobles, and this idol may not have received the blessing of the Pope or even the Lord of the Storm at the church headquarters, otherwise it would not have possessed this kind of power.

The idol is weird, and all the other treasures in the treasure vault have been robbed by Roger...... Ahem, take it.

According to normal thinking, it is better to turn around and leave at this time, and not to cause some unnecessary trouble.

But Roger stood quietly in front of the idol, he could feel that something was wrong with the idol, and he was unwilling to leave like this.

After a few seconds, Roger finally moved, first plastering the surface of the idol with C4 bombs, and even the idol's neck and arms were covered with high explosives, and then he touched the idol with his hands again.

When the current instantly diffused, although the body spasmed nervously, because of the preparation consciousness still maintained absolute lucidity, Roger even tried to use his consciousness to penetrate the idol to see what mysteries were hidden in the idol.

It's just a pity that there is nothing of value to be found, this is a pure golden bump, nothing special except for the value of it.

After a long time of careful examination and still found nothing, Roger also had to give up, and just as Roger was about to withdraw his palm, his eyes suddenly flickered.

His gaze was fixed on the eyes of the idol, whose curtains drooped, and its golden color was completely indistinguishable from the rest...... However, there was always a strange feeling in Roger's heart, as if the eyelids of this idol could open at any time, revealing a pair of copper bell-like eyes staring at him.

Rubbing his finger over it, a finger pressed lightly on the idol's right eye.

The eyeballs flipped in an instant.

Roger's body was agitated, and his fingers quickly reached for the left eye of the idol.

The two flipped eyeballs form a simple but secret enough arcane ritual with complete elements.

Click!

The idol's skull then cracked open in the middle, revealing a door locked in the idol's skull.

With an unrealistic creaking sound, the door engraved with lightning and storm patterns cracked a crack, and behind the crack was a deep darkness, as if leading to another world.

This mechanism is extremely secretive, even if Roger's consciousness carefully penetrates the inside and outside of the statue, he can't even detect it.

Perhaps because he died too many times 30,000 years ago, although Roger was afraid of death, he was no longer so sensitive, and his curiosity had been completely aroused.

But even so, Roger was still cautious, and he slowly stretched out a finger, and at the same time prepared to cut it off.

Finally, my fingertips touched the darkness behind the crack in the door.

Cold, but otherwise there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Such a mysterious existence, in the end, is nothing?

I always feel unacceptable.

The fingers are in the gap, and they are pulled out, and they are pulled out, and they are pulled out.

In the end, he barely even shoved a hand into it, and there was still no reaction.

Damn it.

This thing is too mysterious, I knew that I wouldn't kill Roland so quickly, and that guy must know very well how to use this thing.

That's when things happened again.

At that moment, Roger only felt his consciousness peel away from his body at a speed that was incomparably faster than he could react to.

In the next moment, the soul had been swallowed by the black hole in front of him, and he was completely plunged into darkness.

Roger, who had just sensed what was happening to him, did not panic, he immediately controlled his soul and made a defensive stance.

There was a dark patch in front of them, and although some transparent shadows that were difficult to describe could occasionally be seen from the darkness, these beings did not seem to have the intention of attacking Roger, rather that they did not even perceive Roger's existence.

It's clear that they are in the same darkness, but it is as if they are in two completely different worlds that are not intertwined with each other.

After getting used to the darkness a bit, Roger twisted his consciousness and looked behind him.

A faint light could be seen in the back, and the door in the skull of the pure gold idol did not close because Roger's consciousness was engulfed, which made Roger feel a little reassured.

The soul floated in the direction of the door, and was even free to leave through the crack, completely unhindered.

No danger, no blockade, freedom of entry and exit......

Roger's consciousness fell into thought, the mechanism was set up so mysteriously, it could not be meaningless, and suddenly, the soul body fluctuated.

I think of the door inside the head of the idol...... A speculation arose in Roger's mind.

Road!

That's right, behind the door is not a trap, not a prohibition, but a way to the occult realm.

Things are getting more and more interesting, what does the end of such a mysterious road look like? With this curiosity, Roger's soul began to drift along the darkness in front of him.

On both sides of the darkness, from time to time, a dazzling flash, like a tree branch-like lightning, tore through the darkness and brought a moment of light.

The cry of the hurricane can be heard around the passage.

Although dark, it is more like a pilgrimage road, mysterious and full of majesty.

Roger's consciousness is keenly perceiving his surroundings at all times to avoid any surprises, and at the same time, his soul is calculating at a super high intensity, and some possible speculations are taking shape in Roger's mind.

I don't know how long I wandered in the darkness, but there was finally a faint light ahead.

The speed of the soul shock suddenly increased.

As we got closer, another door appeared in front of Roger, an open door, and the light seeped through the other side of the door.

Roger's soul floated to the door, poked out a little bit of consciousness, and peered into the world outside the door.

The first thing you perceive is cold.

It was a temperature that could almost freeze the soul.

It is as if you are in an endless glacier, and your consciousness can even hear the howling of the cold wind.

The wisp of soul trembled slightly, and looked down, below was a white cloud, and his soul seemed to be floating above the clouds, not knowing how high it was tens of thousands of meters.

Look further afield.

Roger's soul suddenly fluctuated violently.

It was a sealed field, surrounded by a cold wind as cold as a knife. The raging storm blended together to form a circular barrier, and the view was completely cut off from what was really outside the storm.

In the middle of the barrier formed by the storm was a towering mountain, the top of which had been cut off, and on top of it lay an unusually tall statue with arms like a boulder pillar, at least a hundred meters tall, with a body wrapped around its body with thunder and lightning and storms.

His body was covered with dense cracks, and his eyes had been gouged out from his huge skull, leaving two hideous bloody holes.

The position of the chest was dissected, and the heart was missing.

The blood flowed down the edge of the wound and converged into a river on the top of the mountain, which was obviously cold and biting, but the blood flow that passed did not condense and freeze because of this, but fell down the mountain wall, like a waterfall!

Roger's soul instantly realized:

Is that...... Lord of the Storm!!

Without the slightest hesitation, the wisp of soul that Roger extended out instantly retracted.

Roger didn't feel ashamed at all.

Although the Lord of the Storm may be a false god, it is definitely not an existence that he can fight against now.

The shock of this scene was too exaggerated, and it took Roger's soul a while to barely calm down, and God knows how his soul endured the strong urge to escape from here and remained at the door.

That's right, even when he encountered the Storm Lord's body, Roger still didn't choose to escape.

Because, the Lord of the Storm didn't seem right.

He seems to be dormant.

Roger's soul took a deep breath and thought about it super quickly.

Originally, when he realized that the darkness behind the door was a road, Roger had doubts, this strange passage was mostly to the mysterious and strange ancient ruins full of danger and treasure, of course, it was also possible that Roland and some mysterious beings had a secret passage to communicate privately, for example, to the headquarters of the Church of Storm and War, to meet the Pope and the like.

Roland's status is not too high, just an earl, and his strength is not too strong, a seventh-rank storm manipulator. Supposedly, with Roland's status, the Church of Storm and War should not be so cautious. Roger speculated that he might have something in him that was crucial to the Church of Storms and War, or clues.

For example, after his death 30,000 years ago, he was used as a hot weapon by the Church of Storms and Wars as a holy relic.

Even, maybe Dolotia's Codex!

The Church of the Burning Sun and the Judgment is collecting Dolotia's Codex, but the Church of Storm and War may not be absent.

If Roland knew the clues to Dolotia's Codex, which recorded the path to godhood, then it was understandable that the Church of Storms and War was so cautious.

Roger even thought in his heart, if the end of the road is the headquarters church of the Church of Storm and War, then should he just drop a missile or something, and surprise the believers of the Church of Storm and War first.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the road, he would peek into the main body of the Storm Lord, and this surprise was all smashed on his head.

Roland actually has the qualifications to meet the Lord of the Storm directly, an honor that perhaps even the Pope of the Church of Storm and War does not have.

From this point of view, Roland has something in his hands, and it must be related to Dolotia's Codex, otherwise the Lord of the Storm would never have given Roland such an honor.

Roger's soul felt more and more annoyed, he really shouldn't have killed Roland so quickly.

Readjusting his mentality, Roger once again separated a wisp of soul and drilled out of the crack in the door, his gaze swept over the huge body in front of him again.

The surface of the body is covered with dense cracks, like porcelain that has been violently impacted, and it may be only one step away from complete collapse.

The huge eyeballs seemed to have been plucked alive by other powerful beings, and through the wound you could even see the red-white fascia inside. The location of the heart shows the broken ribs and the huge blood vessels that have been pulled off.

In addition to the heart and eyes, the rest of the body was also covered in bruises, large and small, like countless stars in the sky.

This injury may also have been left in the war in pursuit of the path to godhood countless years ago.

With the sister-in-law trapped on the moon in front of her, the two heads in her hands, and the mutilated body of the Storm Lord in the back, the war on the path to godhood is probably far more exaggerated than Roger imagined.

The Goddess of Harvest, the Goddess of the Night, the Eternal Scorching Sun, and the Lord of the Sky, I don't know what the situation is.

The huge body lay silently on the top of the hill, motionless, seemingly just sleeping in this place, recovering from its terrible injuries.

Blood flowed down each wound, converging into a waterfall that fell from the cliff.

Celubellia heard that there is a sacred mountain in the headquarters of the Church of Storm and War, and there is a Crimson Waterfall on top of the Holy Mountain, and it is said that believers who have made great contributions to the Church of Storm and War are eligible to bathe under the Scarlet Falls and receive baptism from the gods.

After bathing in the Crimson Falls, no matter how dull the person is, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds.

Roger's soul elongated into a human form and grinned, no wonder, who would have thought that the liquid that fell from Crimson Falls was the blood of a real god? Absorbing the blood of the gods, it would be strange if there was no reaction.

However, the headquarters of the Church of Storm and War are in the Western Continent, right?

Could it be that through that mysterious dark passage, he actually ran directly from the Northern Continent to the Western Continent? How many thousand miles is this distance?

Seeing the blood flowing on the ground, Roger's non-existent heart pounded, the tip of his tongue swept over his lips, and a strong wave of greed actually grew in his heart.

The soul's gaze was once again fixed on the Storm Lord's eyeless face.

The soul body in the gradual humanoid state frowned tightly.

At the beginning, because of the loss of two eyeballs, the face looked extremely weird, and it was impossible to distinguish the original appearance at all, but as the gaze became longer and longer, an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged in the chest.

I always felt like I had seen that face somewhere...... Where, where, where?

Suddenly, the eyes of the soul body suddenly contracted, and the soul body was even trembling uncontrollably, which was almost crazy hatred.

What should not be forgotten, what will not be forgotten.

If it weren't for the fact that my eyes were gouged out and my body became larger, I would have recognized it at the first time.

He had seen this man, and he had met a man thirty thousand years ago when he had entered the headquarters of the mysterious church that glorified the sun.

The man was called ...... God-Honored!

It was this occult church that slaughtered the Ballett family's territory, and no one survived except Roger, whether it was his father, mother, sister, or the maid who had taken care of him since he was a child.

No one knows what the purpose of this mysterious church was in attacking the Ballettes.

Roger never sought the answer to this question, his chest was already filled with hatred, and he could only kill.

This mystical church that praises the sun is also the predecessor of the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment, one of the six major churches today.

But why, the deity of the Church of the Mysteries, became the Lord of the Storm of the Church of Storms and Wars? Who is the scorching sun and the eternal scorching sun, the god of the ruling church?

Moreover, why did this guy live, he had already killed him in the first place...... Roger was convinced.

Roger even personally cut off his neck, plucked off his head, and blew up his body.

Did Roger really throw away all his ashes......

And who gave him life again?

The soul is boiling!

Hatred, resentment, murderous intent!

Horrific and cruel thoughts are growing in the soul.

Since you didn't die 30,000 years ago, you should die again in 30,000 years.

In the dark and mysterious passage, Roger's gaze looked overhead, as if he could penetrate the strange blockade to reach the infinite starry sky: "Sister-in-law, Rios, if you can hear my voice, help me?" ”

He knew that his sister-in-law was trapped on the moon, and he didn't expect his sister-in-law to come down to fight, he just hoped to get a little help.

There seemed to be a crimson glow in front of Roger's face, flickering briskly.

Delusion or truth, no more hesitation, the soul flew out from behind the door, and rushed straight to the dormant Lord of the Storm in front of him!

Fantasy refining, big mushroom summoning!