Roger had long understood that it would be difficult.

But the difficulty still made Roger's scalp tingle.

According to Barnard, resurrecting Rosarina requires filling Rosalina's depleted soul with the purest soul power to restore her fullness and vitality.

How much does such a slender soul thread need?

Barnard seemed to have deduced from Roger's gloomy face, "I haven't tried exactly how much it will take, and I can't give an exact number, but it might take a hundred thousand, maybe even more?"

"Moreover, this is only used to rejuvenate your lover's soul, and when it comes to rekindling the soul fire, you will need a lot of soul threads as an introduction, which is also a huge number."

"I'm sorry, that's all I know at the moment."

"Bringing the dead back to life is a rebellious thing, and the cost is unimaginable."

"If you can get that many souls, I'll find a way to help you remove the threads of souls, and hold an altar to perform secret arts."

Roger took a deep breath, he suppressed the urge in his heart, and his face regained his composure.

It's very difficult to meet these conditions, but after all, I see a hope, don't you?

"I see, but...... There's one more question." Roger's brow furrowed again.

"What's the problem?"

"You're talking about this way to resurrect normal, ordinary souls, right?"

Barnard nodded, he was a little puzzled, could there be an abnormal and ordinary soul?

"Rosalina's soul cannot be looked at with normal eyes, her soul is not like normal humans, it has gradually formed when it is conceived in the mother's body, her soul is born in nothingness, it is a process of creating something from nothing."

"This can't ......"

Before Roger could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Barnard.

Barnard's posture was a little agitated, his head shaking violently, constantly repudiating Roger's statement: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, the soul cannot be born out of thin air, only ......"

"Lord Barnard, I know you're researched and authoritative on souls, but...... I'm not kidding." Roger sighed and emphasized, "It's okay to tell you, Rosalina was not a real human being, but a doll made by some being, this doll originally had no soul, her soul was created little by little over a long period of time."

"From being emotionless at the beginning, it was like a machine, and gradually it would show a smile and a confused expression, and then it would become more and more like a person."

"But even so, Rosalina's soul is not whole, only mutilated."

"Does the method you are talking about also work on a broken soul like Rosalina?"

Barnard's eyes widened, almost falling out of his crumpled sockets, and his face was filled with disbelief, and Roger's words almost completely overturned his long-standing study of the soul.

A doll can give birth to a soul naturally?

Are you kidding.

This is absolutely against the laws of this world.

Barnard wanted to reprimand Roger for his words, but looking at the look on Roger's face, he knew that the man across from him had not deceived him.

The reason why I told myself such a secret thing was only to confirm that the means of resurrection really worked.

It had been a long time before Barnard reluctantly accepted the shock in his heart, a very, very bitter, bitter smile on his face, almost distorted, and he let out a long sigh, his crumpled twig-like fingers rubbing his face and hair desperately.

When the fingers were lowered, between the fingers were rotten and pale hairs.

"I'm sorry, I can't really answer that question because I've never been in this situation."

"I don't even have one before you speak

Fa believes that souls can be born out of nothingness, which is incredible to me."

"However, since it's a soul, I think the origin should be the same."

Roger wasn't surprised by Barnard's response, and nodded, "That said, there's value worth trying, right?"

"Of course."

"I see."

There was a brief silence on the deck,

For a moment, neither Roger nor Barnard spoke, and both of them were thinking in their hearts.

And the destroyer, still floating on the sea.

Having detached itself from the near sea zone, the destroyer has sailed into the unsafe sea.

It was pitch black everywhere, and only the occasional flash of lightning provided a faint amount of light, and the light of the lightning tore through the sea and set off white sprays...... Or rather...... Bloody foam?

The smell of blood has become even stronger.

The air also seemed to become more viscous, and there was an inexplicable feeling of stagnation between movements.

The wind has begun to howl.

The raging storm set off the waves, and even a 157-meter-tall behemoth began to rise and fall on the surface of the sea.

Rumble...... Click......

Another thunderclap tore through the sky overhead.

Looking up, the traces have fallen from the sky.

Barnard's brow furrowed, and he turned the ring on one of his fingers, and a massive, dense array of evil spirits was released.

Suddenly, the barely normal deck became gloomy, as if the end was coming.

Countless evil spirits roamed the deck, swam and shuttled, but these evil spirits did not attack the life on the deck.

They quickly floated into the air, and the souls were linked together, forming a translucent barrier over the entire missile destroyer.

Scarlet blood rained down from the sky, and then fell along the edge of the arc of the barrier built by the evil spirits, like rivers of blood.

It's impossible to tell if the rain of blood will hurt the people on deck, but it's better to be careful anyway.

Roger just watched calmly, he didn't interfere too much with Barnard's actions, rather, he was quite interested in Barnard's methods.

"I have a question that I'm interested in, and of course it can be a little offensive, so it's okay if you don't want to answer it." Roger said, "The Church of Night and Death, as far as I know, although there are many instant death type secret techniques, there seems to be no soul-related means, where did you learn the soul power you are in charge?"

Barnard scratched his head a little embarrassed, "You're right, I really didn't have the power of the soul in the first place, and my research on the soul was not my own work."

"When I left the Church of Night and Death, I was hunted down by a large number of believers."

"My strength is also unstable because of my madness, when I am strong, I can compete with the great sage, and when I am weak, even the transcendent of the ninth rank can bully me."

Roger nodded to show that he understood, after all, when this Barnard was fierce, he was able to use the strength of the super rank to do all the great sage-level great saintesses.

"Then, during a period of weakness of my strength, I encountered the Great Sage, because I was defiled, the Great Sage was about to hate me to death, and she was ruthless and beat me directly off the cliff."

"Originally, I thought I was going to be thrown to death, but because of the erosion, even though my body had been smashed into a ball of meat sauce, I didn't die."

"The broken flesh wriggled and reunited the body, and it actually recovered little by little, and even found a cave under the cliff, which should have been left by a strong man in ancient times, and I found his secret codex."

"Judging from the content recorded in the codex, it should be a strong man who once participated in the battle of the gods, and what he is good at is the power of the soul, but unfortunately in the war of the gods, he did not succeed in seizing a way to become a god, and even was seriously injured as a result, so in order to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, he hid under the canyon

Fang's cave."

"Later, he fell on his own because of his injuries, and the secret codex he left behind records all his research on soul power, and all the methods of my soul are learned from that codex."

These words filled Roger's mind with black lines.

Good guy, this Barnard is placed in the martial arts on the earth, and the script for the protagonist is good.

You can't fall to death from the cliff, and you can still find the martial arts secrets left by the old-timers in the cave...... What is a child of destiny, this is it.

For an existence that is hated by the world, this kind of Destiny Child is really annoying.

"I'm a little interested in that codex of yours." Roger said coldly.

One sentence made Barnard's face instantly become extremely vigilant, and his body subconsciously leaned back.

After all, the research on the soul recorded in that codex is the capital that he can trade with Roger, if that codex falls into Roger's hands, then his value will be greatly reduced, and Roger will still follow his previous promise to provide shelter for himself, and even provide himself with the blood horse of the immortal bird?

"Oh, my dear Mr. Barnard, don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no intention of snatching, am I the kind of shameless person in your eyes?" Barnard's vigilance hurt Roger a little, he's a gentleman.

Isn't it? Barnard muttered inwardly, after all, he had watched Roger kill Bradley and snatch Bradley's storage ring.

"I mean, we can make another deal on top of the previous one, and you give me the codex that senior left behind...... It's okay to rub the book, let me read it again, and I can point you to another path that will take your soul research and power to the next level."

"You can think slowly, even if you finally refuse my request, don't worry, I don't have any intention of doing anything to you, swear in the name of the Goddess of Dawn."