The Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment may have only one-tenth the number of believers in the Church of the Sky and the Immortals.

Unlike the Sky and the Church of Eternal Life, which cast their nets wide and fished for more fish, the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment took the other extreme, the elite route.

Only those who are extremely gifted are qualified to become believers in the eternal scorching sun. Of course, if you are very rich, or if you are very powerful, it is not impossible to open up the net.

The Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment was also the first church to arrive in the Northern Continent, and its influence was also the largest, and the headquarters also attached great importance to this side, and even arranged a heavyweight priest to be in charge of the affairs of the branch.

This high priest is also the only ninth-rank powerhouse in the entire Loville Kingdom, except for the Seven Saints of the Protector. You know, Christina is only in the seventh rank.

There is no doubt that the strength of the Grand Priest must still be above the Seven Saints of Protecting the Country.

After all, the High Priest is the real power of the Sun and the Ruling Church, and the secret arts, holy relics, and seals that he can access are far from being comparable to the Seven Saints of the Protectorate.

The Seven Saints of the Protector Country are also the first hegemon of King Lowell, and leaving Lowell to go to other more powerful countries may not give you much face.

And the identity of the high priest, and the scorching sun and ruling church behind it, no one dares to ignore it.

Not to mention, there have always been rumors of advent angels in the church.

At this moment, in the face of the devilish Roger, the only chance to survive is the scorching sun and the Church of Judgment.

Among the four of Plislet, Morton, Elliott, and Wycliffe, Elliot has no faith, Bridgelet believes in the Lord of the Storm, and Morton believes in the Goddess of Harvest, and only Wycliffe is the only one who is truly a believer in the Scorching Sun and the Ruling Church.

But as long as the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Ruling is willing to provide refuge, even if it is converted on the spot, why is it difficult?

The sound of gunfire gradually subsided.

Of the 15,000 soldiers, almost all of them had been wiped out, and only a few escaped.

In front of the Ballett family, it has turned into a real hell, and blood is pouring down.

The endless pool of blood was soaked in countless corpses, each of which was in tatters, and it was a great blessing to have a complete corpse left in this conflict.

The three Grand Dukes of Plislet, Wycliffe, and Morton, and Elliott, the president of the Secretarial Society, fled.

Roger didn't chase him.

On the one hand, these people are more cunning, they shuttle through the cracks of nearby civilian rooms, Roger can't use weapons of mass destruction, who knows if there are people in these private houses.

Although Roger enjoyed the feeling of killing, he was not mad enough to kill innocents, and this bit of sanity was there throughout.

Roger, on the other hand, has more important things to deal with.

Those old things, he has time to clean up, and he is not in a hurry at this time.

Retracting the fifty-nine changes, Roger's figure reappeared on the ground.

Returning to the Ballett family's house, the mud under my feet felt a little uncomfortable, as if trampled in the mud.

The thick blood mist shrouded the whole world in a hazy red, and the disgusting smell could be felt between breaths.

However, Roger was unconcerned about these situations.

Countless gray-black threads could be seen in mid-air, wriggling and twisting, in the direction of the Ballett family's ancient mansion, where there seemed to be some mysterious power, devouring and plundering everything.

On the ground, blood pooled into a river, swimming upstream, slowly flowing towards the ancient house.

The courtyard in the ancient mansion has been turned into a pool of blood.

The tattered walls do not have the effect of storage, but the rich blood, as if guided by some mysterious force, has no intention of escaping at all, forming a rather strange picture.

The pool of blood was soaked in dense corpses, floating and sinking.

Blood didn't pour into the hall, only a wisp of scarlet mist, swirling around the hall, eventually pouring into the vortex of Rosalina's body.

Nelson and Elvia were still stunned on their faces, and they didn't seem to have recovered from the shock in front of them.

Rivers of blood, corpses all over the field, and ......mountains of bones

No matter what kind of adjective, it is difficult to describe the tragic situation in front of you.

All of this was caused by the man in front of him.

What a terrible existence this is.

At this moment, Nelson was extremely glad that he had reversed his father's decision not long ago and stood firmly on Roger's side.

Although, the other party does not need help at all.

In fact, Nielsen doesn't want to have too deep a connection with this kind of super-powerful and innumerable killing existence, but since this kind of connection is unavoidable, it is far better to have a good relationship with the other party than to offend the other party.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness Prince Nelson." Glancing at the corpses in the yard, Roger thanked Nelson.

There is no doubt that there should have been a lot of soldiers just now, who quietly touched the people behind and wanted to sneak up on the mansion, and if they could capture one or two alive, they could be used as hostages to threaten Roger.

However, these people are all *** gone.

Nelson's face was bitter, and his heart was like a caterpillar crawling with caterpillars, and his whole body itched terribly.

His eyes looked at Roger, it was this man who had just slaughtered more than 10,000 soldiers, killed an unknown number of transcendentals, and killed two of the Seven Saints of the Protectorate, and the remaining four fled in embarrassment.

This man is a monster.

Then Nelson's eyes looked at the little evil spirit next to him...... This quirky-looking little girl is also a monster.

Previously, hundreds of soldiers, led by more than forty disciples of the Sword Saint Gerald, tried to sneak attack the mansion from the rear.

More than forty fifth-rank transcendents made Nelson feel dangerous.

Even if he is very strong, he is not sure that he can deal with an opponent of this scale, and even worse, if he fails to get rid of all these invaders, the existence of himself and his sister is discovered, and on the other side, Roger fails to deal with the Seven Saints of Protectorship, then the royal family will be in a very dangerous situation.

Rao is Nelson was calm, and at that moment, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Just as Nelson was about to fight to the death, the girl called Lilith moved, and Nelson couldn't even see Lilith's tracks, and by the time Lilith's figure reappeared in sight, hundreds of intruders had turned into stiff corpses.

All are dead.

In an instant, hundreds of lives were taken.

This girl is afraid that she is as terrifying as Roger...... Since then, Nelson has looked at this quirky girl again, and always feels that the smile on her white and tender little face is indescribably gloomy.

The previous image quickly swirled in his mind, and Nelson gathered his mind and smiled wryly, "Mr. Roger, don't bury me."

"This time, I really don't know the sky, and I am ashamed to say that I will stay and help, and with Miss Lilith here, where can I help."

Whether it's sincere or disguised, this kind of rhetoric can easily pull in the goodwill of both parties.

Roger also smiled, seeing the little evil spirit staring at his big eyes with joy, he reached out and patted the little evil spirit's head, and praised it for being awesome, and the little evil spirit was immediately satisfied.

That look made Nelson feel a little incredible.

No, that's a little too easy to satisfy, right?

Pat your head and praise it, can you win over such a master?

Then I'll pat you on the head all day long, and I can find dozens of hundreds of maids to praise you next to you, can you mess with me?

"Why did His Highness Nelson do this? You are still willing to help me and provide me with assistance when I am facing the threat of the Seven Saints of Protecting the Country, and this kindness will be remembered in my heart." Roger said.

That's Roger's heart.

He is actually a very simple person, if you are good to me, I will repay it tenfold.

Even if only

It's a heart, and he's satisfied.

Being able to get such a sentence from a strong man of Roger's level, Nelson was satisfied, just glanced outside, Nelson couldn't help but have a headache again, and then he was busy.

"Mr. Roger......" Nelson said, considering his words.

"It's okay, you go get busy." Roger nodded.

Nelson suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he was so easy to speak, he could hardly feel the arrogance of the super strong: "Thank you sir for your tolerance, if you still need anything, sir, just inform me, as long as the royal family can help, you will not refuse."

"Ah, that's right." Roger patted his head, "What a small favor."

Nelson felt a little bitter in her heart, so I'll be polite, why are you like this......

But he knew very well that this was actually more of an opportunity.

To put it mildly, a strong man like Roger, such an existence, no matter how many people you want to get together to help, you are not qualified!

"Just say it."

"The royal family, there should be a lot of potions collected, I wonder if you can help me find all the second-rank and third-rank potions?" Roger blinked and said, "I can buy it at the market price."

Nelson felt a little relieved in his heart, and the royal family of potion collection naturally would not be left behind: "Of course, I'll go back and sort it out and send it to you soon."

Nodding at Roger and saying hello to the others, Nelson left the Ballett family mansion with his sister.

After walking far away until he could no longer see, Nelson's body suddenly trembled, staggered, and almost fainted, if he hadn't hurriedly reached out to hold on to a street lamp, he was afraid that he would have really hit the ground.

He gasped for breath in his throat, his face was extremely pale, and dense beads of sweat continued to roll down his cheeks.

The fear that had accumulated before all came to my heart at this moment.

Is that still a battlefield?

It's a meat grinder.

Don't blame him for being incompetent, it's really terrible that kind of picture.

God knows, just now when Roger looked at himself, how Nelson controlled his body, did not show the tremors that were bred by fear, and barely maintained the royal ...... Ah no, it's the decency of the royal family.

"Elvia, as soon as you return to the palace, you go and look for all the ways, second, third...... There's also a fourth-rank potion, and I'll send it to Mr. Roger when I get it together." Nelson spoke in a hoarse voice.

Elvia frowned slightly: "It's okay to say that the second and third ranks are fine, but the fourth rank of potions, even the royal family doesn't have much, right?"

Nelson reluctantly glanced at this sister who was a little inward-looking, and a little slammed at the door with a painful face: "Stupid, what do you know, look carefully, if you can find the fifth rank, send it over."

"Even if Mr. Roger wants to give money, you can't take it, understand?"