Rao is Roger has been through a lot, and after thinking about this, he still can't help but feel his scalp tingle.

Tiger poison does not eat children.

The Lord of the Storm is even a pit for his own children.

There is no doubt that the pollution left over from the War of the Gods on the Lord of Storms is eroding his body every moment, stimulating his soul and keeping the Lord of Storms on the brink of madness.

Just fighting this pollution is a very serious drain on the Storm Lord, who has no extra strength to repair his other injuries.

Therefore, after a long period of research and consideration, he transferred the pollution to his children by giving birth to offspring.

It is precisely because of this that in the process of gestation, the original god-descendant bloodline has been subjected to god-level pollution, resulting in more and more deformed development, and when it is born, it is directly a variety of twisted and ugly monsters.

The Lord of the Storm is happy because he cleans up his own pollution.

Without the interference of pollution, the Lord of the Storm can sleep peacefully, mend his injuries, and ...... Then it was blown up by Roger.

After working hard for so long, in the end, it was still a bamboo basket for nothing.

Those fanatical nuns could never have imagined that they were just a tool used by the Lord of the Storm from the beginning, and they thought that this was some kind of glory, and put their bodies and lives on the line in vain.

After this, in order to stabilize his faith, the Lord of the Storm took in a dependent, and increased his strength until he reached the realm of demigods.

Storms, lightning, wars, all symbols are violence, the worship of power.

The birth of demigods will naturally re-establish the foundation of the church.

After thinking about it for a while, Roger understood that it was not bad.

He took a deep breath, his face a little gloomy.

Such a murderous and ruthless guy, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible, while the other party has no time to recover from his injuries.

Once the Storm Lord recovers to a certain level and frees that guy from his shackles, his first target will definitely be himself. Look at the book

In this case, it is necessary to start first.

"Very well, Renee." Roger nodded, praising Renee's intelligence.

"Do you have any other news?"

Renee pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

Although there are many records of the Lord of the Storm in the church, Renee is sure that this is not the answer that Roger wanted to hear, after all, the books are only all about praising how great and powerful the Lord of the Storm is.

Rather, in any church, such texts make up the vast majority.

"Very well, I'm very satisfied with your answer, Miss Renee." Roger nodded, "Now, it's time for me to make a travel commitment."

As he spoke, Roger took out a knife and glanced at the undead bird next to him.

The master's action almost made the immortal birds jump up, a pair of small eyes widened, staring at Roger, full of vigilance: "Hey, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be so nervous, just put a few drops of blood." Roger was very dissatisfied with the appearance of the immortal bird being afraid of death.

Anyway, you are also a legendary bird, and you are scared like this when you see a watermelon knife, and you have no interest.

"No, you two talking, what do you want my blood for?" The immortal bird didn't understand how this was entangled in itself. He didn't even say a word during the whole process.

Roger could only explain a little to Ah Huo.

As a result, the fat rooster's eyes widened when he heard this.

Shameless.

When did his master become so shameless?

When it's hard to say whether you can become a dependant of an immortal bird, you sell your blood first?

It's not a thing, it's your own blood, right?

Ah Huo has begun to wonder if he is back with his old master

Done wrong.

Seeing that Roger didn't seem to have the intention of putting down the knife, Ah Huo let out a long breath and flapped his wings: "Put the knife down, and besides, find a bottle."

Renee didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly found an empty glass bottle in the storage ring.

Then I saw Ah Huo leaning over to the mouth of the bottle and spit a few mouthfuls of saliva: "Take it."

Renee and Roger looked at the mucus in the bottle a little dumbfounded, and they couldn't react for a while, saying that Ah Huo is a little hot...... Well, he's covered in fire.

"Look at *** what." Huo scoffed at Renee and Roger's gaze, "Do you know what an immortal bird is? Everything in the body of the immortal bird has the ability to bring the dead back to life...... It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that, there's no way to really resurrect the dead, but as long as you have a breath left, you can recover from any injury."

"Not to mention blood, feathers, even saliva, bird droppings have the same effect." Ah Huo said proudly, obviously very proud of his ability: "If you don't believe me, you can try to draw a wound on your body."

Under normal circumstances, the immortal birds had already said so, and Renee naturally didn't dare not believe it.

But after all, this is related to whether her husband can recover, Renee did not dare to slack off, and after a short thought, she raised her right hand and slid suddenly over her left arm.

Only a snort was heard, and the long sleeves were instantly torn from the middle, and under the fabric was a half-meter-long wound, extending from the upper arm to the wrist, the wound was extremely deep, and in some places the bones were visible.

Crimson blood suddenly surged outside.

Roger couldn't help but smack his tongue, this woman was really ruthless enough to attack herself.

As for Ah Huo's reaction, it was even simpler, opening his mouth and spitting it out, the wound on Renee's arm healed almost instantly, and even the blood flowing out flowed back, and in just two seconds, the half-meter-deep wound with visible bones had completely recovered.

It is worthy of the immortal bird.

This healing power even Roger was a little shocked.

Neither Dawn nor the highest potions of the Church of Redemption could reach this level.

Renee was finally relieved, took a deep breath, and after thanking Roger and the immortal bird, she hurriedly turned around and prepared to leave.

"Miss Renee......"

Just then, Roger stopped Renee again.

"Sir, is there anything else?" As the matter was settled, Renee's tone became a little lighter.

"Honestly, if you can, try not to use the saliva of the immortal bird on your husband, it may make him more miserable." Roger finally advised, as for whether Renee would listen or not, Roger really couldn't help it: "Your husband may have been injured in a god-level conflict."

"The saliva of the immortal bird can heal your injuries, but it may not cure your husband."

Renee's lips pursed.

She certainly understands that.

If you can directly destroy the holy mountain, it is impossible for any other existence other than the gods to have this kind of strength.

But, no matter what, you have to give it a try.

She couldn't just watch her husband die in agony.

After getting the saliva of the immortal bird, Renee and the three nuns did not continue to follow Roger, they left this side as fast as they could, returning to the Western Continent.

As for Vanessa, I don't know when she has left...... She was very worried about her ancestors, but she also had to return to her family, at least to report her safety or something.

On Roger's side, after a short rest, the ghost chariot moved on.

It's just that Roger didn't stay in the chariot, but sat on top of the Five-Nine Type Super Demon Change, and Ah Huo stood on his shoulder, just like he did 30,000 years ago.

Roger's eyes looked into the distance, his eyes were slightly confused, and his lips moved slightly: "Thirty thousand years......

"yes, 30,000 years." Ah Huo also let out a sigh.

30,000 years, long enough

To make people forget the concept of time.

The vicissitudes of life, things are not people.

Everything that was once has disappeared in the long river of time, and the only thing left is him and it.

Only Ah Huo and Roger can understand each other's indescribable depression in each other's hearts.

"Xiaobai is dead......

The flames on Ah Huo's body dimmed slightly: "I know!"

"That guy thinks about catching me and eating chicken all day long, haha, this is retribution, he deserves to die." Flicked his wings slightly, and Ah Huo's voice finally became smaller and smaller.

On the body of the immortal bird, the flames swayed gently, as if they could be extinguished at any time.

"Who killed Xiaobai?"

"Eternal Sun, Lord of the Storm, Lord of the Sky, and a fucking one-horned female dragon......