As Rogers left the sleeping Scarletson and walked slowly out of the Great Library, there was an inexplicable sense of vanity under his feet.

He couldn't help but think of what Einstein wrote to Besso's relatives when he learned of the death of his best friend Besso: For us who believe in physics, no matter how long time lasts, the distinction between past, present, and future is just an illusion that persists.

After this dream, Rogers also realized that people's perception of time is indeed not "real", but a "illusion" of continuity, and what really determines people's perception of time is not time itself, but the many events experienced in perception.

Rich experiences and scarce experiences, interesting experiences and uninteresting experiences, can determine people's judgment of "fast" and "slow" time.

Unlike when the Shadow Demon usurped him, he browsed the scene of the other party's weaving from the perspective of a bystander, this time he really immersed himself in the flow of time, causing him to feel a little trance of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.

"The world is the sum of facts, not the sum of things." Rogers stared ahead and whispered Wittgenstein's words.

In his previous life, he had often seen many criticisms of this theory, but for some reason, if he put aside the complicated and rigorous philosophy and regarded it as a purely literary expression, it would reflect his current subtle feelings.

After saying goodbye to Alice, Rogers and Rufia returned to the cabin.

Time passed inexorably, and by the time the night of the exorcism was just two days away, snow had fallen outside, and the fireplace inside was crackling to resist the cold.

Rogers sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding an imperial capital newspaper in his hand and reading it carefully, his brows furrowed.

In the past few days, as if they had made an appointment, a small calamity broke out in the western and southern realms, the former had ravaged two baronies before being extinguished by the Pantheon, and the latter had only just been reported, and it was not known what the specific situation was.

Alice, too, because of her duties as a saint, left the school in a hurry yesterday after a few words with Rogers, and joined the Pantheon's disaster brigade.

Rogus then took the same paper from the Book of Wizards, which contained a report from the Bottomless Pit Believers about the madmen of the Discord Abyss gathering on the western frontier of the Empire, apparently preparing some kind of grand sacrifice.

They suspected that this action was an evil plan by one of the Son Candidates for Ascension, and had reported it to the Pantheon as Rogers had previously instructed.

"Something isn't quite right, it's a coincidence......" Alina commented, huddled around Rogth and glanced at the paper.

"It's really a little wrong, if it's just used to support the Holy Maiden, there's no need to spend so much trouble." Rogers nodded in agreement, and then said, "Let's prepare more for the night of the exorcism." ”

Then he glanced at Rufia, who was half-asleep on the other side, and couldn't help but feel a lot of envy in his heart, envious of this carefree mentality.

For the next two days, the snow continued to fall, and everything was wrapped in snowflakes, and the whole of St. Helte was shrouded in whiteness and cold.

Many bonfires that have been set up suddenly rise up, adding a touch of color to this snowy world.

On the night of the exorcism, Alina dressed Rogus as usual before returning to her dormitory.

Rutgers is also dressed not much differently this year, with a modest dress and devil's horns on his head.

Pushing open the door, a dense and thick fog was churning and surging, and the fog engulfed the surrounding scene from time to time, making the world in front of him blurry.

Only the flickering campfires in the distance and the small lamps hanging from the dry branches act as a kind of eerie and not very clear signpost.

When Rogers closed the door, picked up his cane, put on a monocle in his left eye, and hovered the magic book at his side, he was about to step forward, and when he used the summoned devil to find Thackerayson's figure earlier, a sudden change suddenly struck his senses.

A strong and oppressive atmosphere gradually spread, which did not seem to be the school's decoration for the festival.

Rogers, with his personality derived from the King's Power, concluded that this feeling was definitely from outside the world, and that it was something he greatly disliked.

The biting chill came from all directions, his heart beat faster, his breathing was rapid, and the muscles of his whole body tensed, and this creepy sense of crisis made Rogers's body react instinctively on its own.

He uses the [Enlightenment Bonus] to speed up his thinking, and perceives the changes in his emotions and body from a reflective third perspective.

[Inform! The gods of the Discord Abyss have cast their gaze here, and with their majestic power, they have disrupted the plane around you, turning it into a demonic paradise. 】

[Inform! You have been randomly blessed by the gods of the Discord Abyss, and you will be able to clearly "see" the sights above and below, but at the same time you will not be able to determine your orientation until the end of the Exorcism Night. 】

[Ignorance bonus is passively triggered, please choose whether to pass the judgment or not.] 】

[Inform! The gods of the bottomless pit cast their eyes on it. 】

[Inform! The gods of the Creation Mountain cast their eyes on this place. 】

[Inform! The gods of the Sleepless Land cast their eyes on this place. 】

[Inform! The Veil of the World has corrected the present world, and the gods of the Abyss of Discord have been battered, and they will not be able to cast their eyes again for a long time to come. 】

[Inform! The rest of the gods of the Many Realms are forced to withdraw their gaze, and they will not be able to peer into the world again for a short time. 】

[The gods of the bottomless pit leave a message for you, and the Holy Son of the Abyss of Discord will perform an ascension ceremony at the top of the spiral tower. 】

"These mad gods......" Rogus muttered as he watched the prompts refresh and muttered to himself rejecting the blessing of the Discord Abyss.

At the same time, the House badge in his pocket fluttered, and when he picked it up, he received a message from Professor Idrul.

The St. Helte he was in at the moment, to a certain extent, was no longer the normal St. Helte in this world, and had become some kind of alien space.

The professor wanted him to find out what was going on at the current event venue, and if necessary, to immediately press the badge and return to the current campus.

Due to the chaotic time and space, the school's instructors were unable to set foot in this place in a short period of time.

"It's not normal, but it's still in the present world, isn't it different from the stripping of the Harvesters Association......

Rogersmo tugged at the lines on the badge and slowly tucked it back into his pocket.

Due to the foggy succubus accident that occurred on the exorcism night last year, the school has also made a lot of targeted protective measures for the students on this year's exorcism night.

His current house emblem contains a sufficient amount of guard, healing, and teleportation magic, and these spells will activate on their own if their lives are threatened, so security is not an issue.

In the depths of the mist, a chilling, hoarse, and sharp roar suddenly came, and with this roar, the surrounding fog seemed to boil.

"Approaching the ...... of the Golden Rank," Rogers' eyes lit up, staring in the direction where the roar came from.

Immediately, more beastly roars rang out, mixed with a lot of shouts and shouts in devilish language.

In the original activity, the paths of each grade were separated, just because the strength of the evil things set up on the road was aimed at the overall ability of each grade, but now, everything is messed up.

And the devil who was recruited by the school, and the demon thrown by the gods of the Abyss of Discord, will inevitably scuffle together......

Rogers took out the paper that communicated with Alina, and wrote: The current situation is too chaotic, you take Rufia back to school quickly, and I can handle the rest of the things myself, so there is no need to worry.

Stuffing the paper back into the magic book, he took a deep breath and walked towards the mist of demonic whispers with his staff.

On the way, he used the shielding runes with all his might, hiding his aura as much as possible, lest he bump into a demon far beyond his own strength.

The trees swayed, the fog trembled, the winds became terrible and high-pitched, and the roars seemed to exert a temptation and corrosion on the soul of the listener, causing people to tremble violently.

If it weren't for the support of the [Ignorance Bonus] and the immunity of the royal personality to this kind of suppression, Rogus would have felt that it would have become much more difficult for him to even move normally.

"King?"

As Rogers walked briskly, a deep voice came into his ears, and it carried a hint of agitating restlessness, as if it had come out of the cavities of hell.

"It's me." Rogers felt the familiarity of his native dialect and responded quickly without hesitation.

In an instant, the fog in front of him was roughly cut, and a tall demon with a strong and majestic body, dressed in a black robe that stretched like a black night, revealed pale skin, and black smoke wrapped around him.

The horns above the opponent's head were sung and majestic, the eyes flashed with red flames, and a pair of huge black wings spread out from behind him, the lines of the pitch-black feathers were sharp and sharp, and the wings flapped with an eerie whistling sound, as if it were a harbinger of death.

"You should increase the curvature of your horns and make them stronger, in keeping with your noble status.

"My name is Malorgash, and according to the will of the gods, I will obey your commands."

Maloral Gash couldn't help but complain about Rogess's outfit at first, casually throwing away a red, hideous-looking demon head before slowly landing on the ground and saluting Rogus's chest.

"A certain god told me that way, too." Rogers reached out and touched the horn above his head, shrugged his shoulders.

He found that he was a little unable to assess the strength of the devil in front of him, he could only be sure that the other party was very strong, much stronger than him, and this was already an absolute watershed in the personality.

"Only you can enjoy God's attention, and I hope that I, who is by your side, can also be tainted with a little of the glory of the gods." Malorgash grinned, revealing his white fangs, and said slowly.

"The gods pointed me to the top of the spiral tower before they withdrew their gaze, what is the situation there?" Rogers stopped gossiping and asked directly.

"It's full of bed bugs from the Discord Abyss, which have been converted into their nests, are you sure you want to get there?" Malorgash furrowed his black and white eyebrows and asked tentatively.

Rogers looked straight at the other party when he heard this, if the other party has this strength, the school will definitely not let him hang out on campus, and it is likely to exist as a senior boss in the tower.

This is the biggest difference between the devil and the devil, although the devil is extremely disgusted with the devil, but they will not fight like the devil with each other, they also have the nature to run away immediately when the situation is not good.

But in the same way, the hierarchy in the devil's ecology is also extremely strict, if the superior gives the order to the subordinate to charge desperately, the subordinate can only be forced to rush without fear of death.

"The pact that St. Hellite made with me was to act as an obstacle to the students' ascent to the summit and to help them with the festival of Exorcism Night.

"The current activity is obviously disrupted by the demons of the Disorderly Abyss, and the incompetent magicians of St. Helte are unable to bring the activity back to normal, and the contract I have carried is naturally invalid, so I have cleared up these annoying things from the tower."

Malorgash sensed Rogess's gaze, let out a shrill chuckle, and opened his mouth to make a defense.

The devil can always find a reason, and Rogers has no superfluous opinion on this, he immediately orders the other party to escort him, and on the way to the spiral, ask him to help gather the devils with a certain strength.

Through the information he kept gathering, he also knew that the current balance of power between the devil and the demon was extremely unbalanced.

The reason why the devils can still have a large number of survivors is entirely because the demons will only work with their heads in their heads, without any organization and rules, otherwise the devils would have been cleared out long ago.

Flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, floating in the mist, all sorts of goblins gathered around Rogus and guarded him as he made his way to the Spiral Tower.

The demons encountered in the middle were also swept away by these "loyal" guards, but Rogers could always find a lot of traces of their performance in their "difficult" expulsion battles, as if he had to make an impression on him.

When the figure of the spiral tower looms in the mist, several demons begin to charge forward with "loyalty" to attract the many demons entrenched under the tower.

And Rogers didn't have the idea of climbing normally at all, he glanced sideways at Malorgash, and the other party immediately understood, bent down and lifted the soles of Rogers' feet, mobilized the solid muscles in his arms, and threw upwards with all his might.

Rogers was able to fly towards the top of the tower at a high speed with the blessing of great strength and wind elements.

While many devils were helping to snipe at the blockage in the air, he also successfully caught in the sight of the demons dancing at the top of the tower, and then he shouted to Sapraison, who was sitting on the stone throne in the center of the tower:

"Thackraissen! I'm here to save you! ”

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