In the original routes, there was no Bottomless Pit Saint Son, or Disordered Abyss Saint Son.

The allies sought by the grief were none other than succubus Liravina, who had been tossed around by Rutgers.

But even Liravina, when she came into indirect contact with the final boss, shouldn't have been so early.

Rogers stared at the grief quietly, he was wondering if he should find a random reason for the other party to find the Holy Son of the Disorderly Abyss, but he was afraid that he would disturb the person behind him in advance.

After all, in the plot of the game, every time the boss appears, it is directly destroyed and falls from the sky, even if he clears the whole plot, he can't figure out where the boss is at this time.

After the grief man bowed down and got up slowly, his posture was still solemn, and he faced Rogers, who could not see his strength clearly, and said in a sincere tone:

"My Son, I understand that in your gaze, the world is so monotonous, that people restrain their desires, cover their greed, and live under the shackles of pathos.

"And I can help you, help you destroy all this boredom, help you establish the order you want, and please the gods of the bottomless pit......"

Rogers listened to the boring words and continued to stare silently at the grief.

He remembered that his friend of Discord Abyss, Thackleson, had told him that the Grief had invited Thackleson with the promise of destroying the world.

At this moment, when facing Rogers, the discourse shifts to the establishment of a new order.

Unfortunately, the pie was painted so dry and hard that Rogers didn't even have the slightest idea of taking over.

"So, where is the existence of the will you call annihilation, and can I go to him now to discuss a plan to reshape reality?"

Rogers asked very dryly, without much probing.

He wants to find out what level the current boss's strength is, and if he can, he can catch it directly, and then it will be better for Alice to completely defeat it.

"He is on something more important, and he can't speak directly with His Son for the time being."

The grief was stunned when he heard this, and immediately replied, and deliberately changed the pronoun to "he", and bit extremely hard.

The next moment, he stepped back slightly, his posture instantly tensed extremely tight, and his posture was full of vigilance.

Rogers stared up at the grief, he was sure that Fang Cai didn't show any murderous intent, but that he had some other ideas after hearing the answer he didn't like.

Although the grief may have lost his prophetic attributes, his intuition is still strong, especially the perception of crisis.

People are a little stupid, but they are not easy to fool, and they are not too good to forcibly extract their souls to startle the snake, Rogers sighed slightly in his heart, and then said:

"It's a little late today, if you're really sincere, please go to the mountain range where the south and east meet tomorrow, and I'll talk to you about more things."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand to disturb the space, and in an instant, he sent Delik out of Orindaru to continue on to his next mission, and he quickly returned to the palace.

Ben's painwalker, who was watching Rogess, withdrew his gaze when he saw the play come to an end.

……

The night is low and spreads among the mountains.

The silent night breeze was blowing, and in the cold wind, the peaks were shrouded in clouds and mist, as if a broad robe was gently blowing.

Rogers streaked across the sky like a hidden meteor, and in an instant he crashed into the palace and strode to his bedroom.

As always, Lufia was already asleep in bed at this time, but unlike before, she was not enjoying her dreams, but in her dreams, as a "messenger of God", she was constantly teaching the "Jade Record" annotated by Sir Newton to the followers chosen by Rutgers.

Although the child did not understand the meaning of the content, there was no problem with normal recitation, and Rogers's move was also to give benefits to the initial Order Officers, so that they could work harder to preach in the future.

Aliana, dressed in a loose dressing gown, sat at her desk to help Rogus continue perfecting the spell of the Klein Bottle.

After a brief rinse, Rogus changed into his pajamas and sat down beside Alina, telling her in detail about what had happened tonight.

"So you think that sad person is in a hurry, right?" Aliana asked curiously as she held a quill pen and lightly tapped a little ink, continuing to trace the spell diagram on the scratch paper.

"Yes, he moved much earlier than expected, but I don't know if it's the people behind the scenes who are in a hurry, or just the impatience of the grief himself." Rogersmo rubbed his chin and replied scrutinically.

But he didn't think about it any further, but told Alina about his plan to try to find the person behind the scenes through him when the grief came.

As before, since Alina can't spy on the trajectory of things related to Rogers, whether it is the grief or the final boss, it will become a fog in her eyes.

It would be good to use this as a basis, and then through the grieving person, to constantly read its future, and then find out the places that have been obscured and disturbed in fate.

After Rogers told her thoughts, Alina agreed without much thought, after all, this was not the first time the two of them had done such a thing.

Immediately, under Alina's gaze, he communicated with Alice through the Silver Ring, and told him about his plan to summon her at any time.

After all, if the behavior of the final boss is discovered by the other party, then Rogers must prepare for the worst the moment he finds the other party.

However, based on his current assessment of his strength, the worst plan should not be too bad.

As the time passed, the night deepened, the moon shadow gradually moved over the mountain tops, and the stars twinkled in the sky.

Time is like a river that flows quietly, quietly pushing everything into the future.

The next day, under the rising sun, the mist gradually lifted, revealing the outlines of the mountains.

In autumn, the leaves of the trees in the forest have gradually turned yellow, and under the breeze, the dead leaves fall like golden butterflies, and they dance with withering.

The morning dew shimmered on the hillside, sparkling like countless jewels dotting the earth.

The silhouettes of the mountains loom in the hazy morning mist, and some of the hills have been dyed golden by the sun, gorgeous and gentle.

The mourner followed Rogess's instructions and came to the mountains, where he stood on top of a slightly bare hill and waited silently for the morning sun to fall all around him.

After a while, he saw three figures speeding in his direction, but just by glimpsing it, his shoulders trembled slightly, accompanied by a rapid gasp, as if an inner churning storm was raging in his body.

It was only because he had seen the princess with fluffy blond hair, and the hateful man who had spoken out against him so much.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his knuckles turned slightly white, his trembling fingers seemed to want to release the enraged energy, his eyes were equally sharp and hot, and his eyes flashed with deep dissatisfaction and anger.

But in the next second, after an uncontrollable rage, the grief suddenly noticed something he didn't dare to think about.

The last time he saw the man who Elina and Rufia were following, it was Rogers, who had already been confirmed dead.

He had lamented the stupidity of the young sage for this, but now the emotion of the past seemed to have become extremely ridiculous, followed by horror and panic.

"Are you...... Rogers? ”

The grief looked at the person who had landed in a haze, and then looked at the two girls who followed him, and still couldn't help but ask tentatively in a hesitant tone.

Although this is the greatest possibility, this conjecture is still ridiculous in his opinion, because the gap between the strength of Rogers not long ago and the current Saint Son of the Bottomless Pit is too huge, even a saint girl cannot have such a strong breakthrough ability.

What's more, as we all know, the Son of the Bottomless Pit had already been born a few years ago, not just appeared, and if Rogers was already wearing the crown at that time, how could the Holy Maiden not notice it for such a long time?!

After all, this is the greatest depraved agent! But if you notice it, why can you be safe? It's even quite close?!

Countless conflicts and myths swirled in the minds of the grieving people, and after he asked, he couldn't help but think about whether the current world he was in was real.

Rogers didn't reply, but used it to activate the [Liqi Bonus], which even more violently stirred up the increasingly chaotic thoughts of the grief-grieving.

"Ah!!h

The mourner suddenly let out a roar, and the sound was like a hurricane, sweeping by, tearing the calm of the air.

His body trembled slightly, his muscles were tense, and his bones seemed to rattle, and with every trembling, every concussion, seemed to release endless energy outward.

It was as if he wanted to pull up the space around him, make it twist and tremble, and then reshape it with his will.

No matter how dull he was, he was aware of the change in his mood and the crisis of the moment.

You must expand your realm as soon as possible, and then do everything you can to get out of here.

"It's useless, be quiet." Rogers lifted his chin slightly, chuckling and exassuring.

All the efforts made by the mourner were like immature burlesque actors in his eyes, and the energy that the other party had just agitated was instantly suppressed by Rogers with [Timing], and even this roar could not reach this mountain.

Rogers has completely sealed and locked this place, and everything cannot leave this mountain smoothly, even the existence of "information" will be swallowed up by [Devouring].

"It can't be! That's impossible! You were only silver not long ago! Why is it so powerful now?! ”

The voice of the grief is sharp and hoarse, carrying irrepressible emotions, wantonly releasing the confusion and torment in his heart.

He was already feeling Aliana's gaze, and as a former prophet, he knew what that gaze meant.

As long as it is allowed to continue watching, everything will be torn naked open, and there will be no more secrets.

"Your presence here shows your foolishness, I was a prophet in the past, and I helped the saints as you did.

"You have not yet felt the deep malice of this world, and you do not know what the prophet represents.

"The prophet always carries with him an arrogance in grasping the future, arrogance in contempt for crisis.

"My presence, for example, can disrupt your plans, and let you know that even a prophet cannot see all that is possible in the future, and besides, you are no longer a prophet."

With compassion in his words, Rogers slowly recited the words that the mourner had said to him, and threw them back as a boomerang.

The grief's eyes were filled with deep remorse, and his whole body trembled with emotion, as if to expel all the pain and anxiety in one go.

He kept trying all kinds of spells, and all the ways that could help him get out of his predicament, but the space around him seemed to freeze, as if wrapped in a layer of transparent amber, no longer able to make a sound, forever frozen in the veins of space.

Even the four basic elements had become "stable" and had been crucified in the void, unable to be mobilized by him any longer.

"After ascending, I seem to have been overestimating others and underestimating myself."

Observing the grief's reaction, Rogers couldn't help but laugh at himself, and he found that he seemed to be a little too cautious.

"Inertia is really scary......"

After a sigh of emotion in his mind, he took Alice's silver ring in his hand, and while rubbing it carefully, he used [Enlightenment] to augment Alina's [Prophetic Bonus].

The elimination method is simple, but the workload is also extremely large, and from time to time, Rogers will help Alina rub her shoulder a little to show concern.

Rufia put her hands behind her back, and she first looked at the frozen grief, then looked away in a bored manner, and continued to walk along the hill with her little hands behind her back, occasionally kicking the rocks under her feet.

The reason why Rogers asked her to come with him was to stimulate the emotions of the grief at the beginning, and secondly, to find out where the final boss was, if he couldn't find the other party for a while, he would take this princess who could sniff out the spiritual location of living beings as a follow-up.

Alina, with Rogess's help, couldn't help but speculate on the future of countless people, and the streamer in her amber eyes kept turning.

Her brow furrowed as the sun crept up, shining vertically on the mountains, creating a hint of warmth.

Seeing this, Rogers suddenly had a slight premonition in his heart, and then Alina suddenly turned around, her long snow-white hair dancing in the sunlight.

Following the direction she was staring back, Rogers looked into the green valley, and then saw the Braider Collar, who was far away, completely unexpected.

(End of chapter)