Androni looked at Roger and said, "You are quite self-aware! But you stay in this small building every day, don't go to the headquarters of the army at all, and ignore the military affairs of the Tide Legion. Is this okay? Are you determined to fight back to the south? Are you just watching those guys Wallace do whatever you want?"

Roger smiled and said, "Anyway, they fought well when I didn't come. If I don't interfere, things will not go awry. Before finding out the situation, you might as well let them do whatever they want. Anyway, the real power is in my hands, what are you afraid of? If they want to rebel, they will have rebelled long ago and will not watch Frederick commit suicide. I will wait patiently for Wallace and the others to make a mistake. Besides, with Pompey right now, I don't have to worry about fighting back to the south. If he can fight all the way to the south, that would be the best."

Androni frowned and said, "I'm not interested in listening to your struggle for power. Let's do this. I'm very kind. Now I'll help you test the results of magic learning. Please accompany me to the outside of the city and see the scenery."

Of course, Roger understood what she meant by looking at the scenery, so he smiled and said, "It's okay to go around, but if you lose this time, what are you going to lose to me?"

Androni was furious and immediately said, "If I lose again, I will......" She was about to put down her harsh words, but suddenly she felt a little faint in her heart.

The fat man smiled badly and said, "Let me deal with it?"

Androni's face was red and white, gritted her silver teeth, and frowned unconsciously, but she couldn't say anything. No matter what, a harsh word like her shouldn't be afraid of Roger, let alone her magical artifact, the blue sky in her hand? Not to mention that Roger can only use the seventh-level magic, even if he successfully released an eighth-level magic, touched the door of the great magician, and faced Androni should have more losses than the less they won when facing Androni. But Androni didn't have the courage to gamble hard with Roger once. She was not afraid of Roger's power, she was just afraid of Roger's endless and inexplicable tricks. If she lost to the fat man, she would never feel convinced, and she would only have endless depression.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with me!" Androni bit her lower lip, picked up the fat man from behind the table, and jumped out of the window.

Outside the city of Silde, there are still thousands of miles of wasteland, endless red land, which has been silent since eternal.

The wind today is surprisingly less violent than usual, like a lazy shepherd boy, occasionally waving his whip and driving a little light dust to get a few whirlpools close to the ground. The air is rarely clean and the vision becomes wider.

It was at dusk that the sun converged as the glory as the land in the daytime, and the crimson sunset replaced the warm golden light to become the main color of the sky. The wasteland was also the same heavy red, as if it was carrying the sorrow of all the undead in the century-old war. Wherever you see, there was no one in the sight, only the last ray of golden light that had not yet faded lingered on the city walls, towers, red soil, and vegetation, becoming the only vivid color in this monotonous crimson world.

A figure passed by like a comet. Androni was carrying the fat man in one hand and was running on the wasteland. She could smooth out more than ten meters on her toes. Although she could already fly with her own strength, it would consume too much fighting spirit and could not support long-distance flights.

Judging from long-distance flight, the holy realm flight cannot be compared with the magician's flying technique. However, the instantaneous speed and agility of magical flight are not as powerful as the holy realm flight, so its power in close combat is far from comparable to the holy realm flight.

"Annie, what are you going to lose to me?" The fat man enjoyed the free journey peacefully, still not forgetting to ask for bets.

"Hmph! Even if I promise you now, won't I go back on my word?" Androni said, and her face turned red. She really couldn't understand. Why did such a scoundrel say it out of her mouth like this?

Roger smiled and was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed. Androni also felt abnormal. She stretched out her hand and held up a light blue shield in front of her, and her flying body was instantly fixed on the spot!

A brilliant golden light shone in the sky, as if the dim red sun had reappeared its glory.

The ground in front of the two suddenly raised upwards, and then with a huge roar, earth and rocks flew, and columnar smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Androni looked solemn and pulled out the Blue Starry Sky with her backhand. Rogue was not idle either, and immediately began to busy herself with various auxiliary magic.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a deep groove more than ten meters long and nearly one meter deep appeared on the ground in front of the two, like the marks left by the giant sword of the god on the ground. In the air behind the sword marks, a middle-aged man with long hair shawls and a clear and majestic face stood.

Although the middle-aged man was only wearing an ordinary robe, looking at the light armor formed by the uncontrollable golden light, the pair of white wings stretched high and stretched out from behind, and the majestic momentum that was shaped outside, Roger felt a little bitter in his mouth.

Under the white wings, Roger seemed to see the phantom of another pair of wings. He thought that his eyes were affected by the other party's overwhelming force, and it was a little brighter. But when he looked at it intently, he finally confirmed that the middle-aged man did have a pair of wings! Perhaps because he had not improved enough power for the time being, or perhaps because the middle-aged man intentionally concealed his strength, the wings did not appear, but this could not be hidden from the fat man's eyes.

The man held a burning giant sword in his hand. Roger was no stranger to the flames attached to the sword body. It was the flames of the heavens!

The slight sacred aura that exudes the other party is not very powerful, but it contains the pressure, as vast as the sea!

The middle-aged man only swept over Androni, his eyes fell directly on Roger. His voice was cold: "Roger?"

Roger nodded, then asked tentatively: "You are..."

The middle-aged man said coldly: "My name is Macbeth! The dirty necromancer, surrender honestly. Do you still need me to do it?"

Androni took a deep breath, and a little blue light lit up from the blue sky, quickly bursting into the colorful starry sky, protecting her whole body. She shouted, "Who are you? Is it that easy to make us surrender?"

Macbeth's pupils had turned golden. He looked at Androni and said, "Young woman, you are very beautiful. Although I am not as obsessed with aesthetic research as MGM, I am very kind and therefore I am also unwilling to destroy the beautiful existence. I will teach you a lesson. After seeing the majesty of heaven, I hope you will not be stupid enough to anger me again."

Macbeth held the sword in both hands, raised his head to the sky, and began to pray in a low voice.

Roger stood obediently, but secretly listened to Macbeth's prayer. But what made him secretly hated was that Macbeth was praying in a language that he could not understand at all. He just didn't know whether the old fox of Sius understood the language of the heavens. It seemed that it was necessary to learn the language of the heavens in the future.

Andro Nicole was not as relaxed as Rogue. At this moment, Macbeth's full attention was placed on her, and every word of his prayer was like a loud bell ringing, pounding heavily on her soul!

When every prayer is completed, Macbeth's power will increase by one point!

The flames on the burning giant sword were almost transparent, the space around Macbeth also distorted slightly, and the tiny sand and gravel on the ground were like orphans abandoned by gravity.

Androni shouted loudly, condensed all his strength and flew towards Macbeth like a blue meteor! But a guardian barrier formed by the flames of heaven had been set up around Macbeth. Her starry sky Douqi was vicious and vicious, and in terms of power, she was definitely among the top ones among the various attributes of Douqi. However, for the pure heavenly holy flame, the power of the starry sky Douqi could not be exerted at all. As for her sacred attributes, how could it be compared with the pure heavenly flames?

Androni instantly stabbed dozens of swords, and Macbeth's guardian barrier of the heavenly holy flame was in turmoil under her crazy attack, but she just couldn't fall.

She gasped for a moment, and was about to send her power to the Holy Flame barrier with all her strength, Macbeth's eyes suddenly opened!

An indescribable powerful force began to gather on Macbeth. This force was so powerful that the space around Macbeth could not withstand the unparalleled gravity of the force field and became extremely unstable. The various scenery seen through the force field were stretched and flattened, like a projection of a crazy other world.

Androni's long chestnut hair floated upwards uncontrollably, she was shocked and retreated with lightning!

Macbeth slowly raised his hand and pointed at Androni from afar.

The lead clouds from unknown places in the sky gathered and surging rapidly, eventually forming a huge cloud vortex. The center of the cloud vortex changed from gray to red, and then from red to white. Then a bright and thick pillar of holy fireworks fell from the heart of the cloud, instantly submerging Androni!

The giant flame sword in Macbeth's hand swung another tilted cross, and two crossed flame blades that were several meters long appeared out of nowhere. They flew out silently, instantly passing through the burning holy flame pillar, and then flew out dozens of meters before gradually disappearing. Only the two dark charred grooves left on the ground where the flame blade flew through could witness their terrifying power.

The bearish heavenly holy flame gradually faded, Androni knelt on one knee, barely supporting her body with the blue sky. Her face was pale, her lips were all lost in blood, and a thin blood line slowly flowed out of the corners of her mouth. The ends of her long hair were curled, and there were many burning marks on her black clothes, but it seemed that under Macbeth's two terrifying attacks, she just lost her strength and suffered a little injury. This was simply a miracle.

"Dirty Necromancer, your magic was casting very fast just now, and your magic choice was also very unique. By the standards of this world, your true strength is close to that of a magician." Under the protection of the Holy Flame, Macbeth's arrogant and majestic voice fell from the sky.

"But!" Macbeth stared at Roger with his cold golden eyes, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "With your ridiculous magic, you dare to interfere in my battle. Do you really want to resist me?"

The giant flame sword was raised high again, and Macbeth would not have any pity for the ugly necromancer.

But the complexity of this world was obviously far beyond his imagination, even though he was a high-level angel with powerful power.

With a plop, Roger fell to the ground, stretched his hands to Macbeth in the air, and recited with his high aria with the most sincere feelings: "Resist? How could I resist? You have asked me to surrender, and I do want to keep my own opinions on this. No, I will not surrender! I will surrender, follow, worship you, and I will become your loyal believer! Please accept my faith. In the world, I am a powerful wizard, with fiery power and numerous followers, and I will not defame your reputation in the world! Ah, look, you look down on the majesty of all sentient beings, look, you are lured by the glory of the people, look, your power that transcends all humble existences! You must be the Lord God of Heaven! Please tell me your name, this is the request of the humble believer!"

Such a strange scene caught Macbeth off guard. A necromancer actually shouted to become a believer of a high-level angel? But Macbeth paid more attention to other content. He replied coldly: "Hunting Necromancer, I am not the Lord God of Heaven, but just an angel who serves the Lord God."

"Impossible! I have seen an angel who descended. How could an angel have such power and majesty?" The fat man said firmly: "The Lord God should not deceive a mortal!"

Macbeth said: "Nether, I am indeed not the Lord God. The angels you can see are just the lowest-level angels in the heavens."

His tone became much gentler without realizing it.

Yes, Macbeth has served in front of the throne of Master Fryan Mill, the god of Yixu, for many years. Where can those low-level ninth-level eighth-level angels be able to compare? It seems that this necromancer is not good else, but his eyesight is not bad.

Roger looked disbelief and said angrily: "Okay, I admit that I read it wrong. Are you the angel of light recorded in the holy scriptures..."

The fat man felt extremely sensitive. Before he finished speaking, he immediately sensed the murderous aura from the air. He immediately changed his words and said, "No! Angels are all arrogant and arrogant guys. How could you have something to do with them if you are so generous and kind?"

Macbeth's face suddenly calmed down a little. Although his face was hidden behind the bearish Holy Flame, the Holy Flame could not stop Roger's silver gaze, so Macbeth's expression changes were all taken in Roger's eyes.

"Neutenant, say everything you know about Audreh!" Macbeth said.

Roger was shocked, why is it Odrech again?

It seems that an invisible vortex has been formed next to this mysterious goddess. In a short time, two mysterious and powerful beings have asked him about Audreh. The Macbeth he met today is definitely not an ordinary angel, and the second pair of wings hidden behind him can fully illustrate his identity. Thinking of the records of the four-winged angels in the Holy Book, fine beads of sweat quietly oozed out of Roger's forehead.

According to the Holy Books, the glory of the four wings belongs only to the highest angels, or to the messenger serving the Lord God.

Although Macbeth did not fully display his power, the golden light sprinkled in the sky had already made Rogge, who was of death and darkness, extremely hard to resist. He did not dare to use his mental power to resist, and let the golden light swallow his dark magic and the breath of the dead. He only protected the most important organs in his body with his mental power.

These golden lights are obviously different from the sacred powers that Rogue had contacted or seen in the past. Whether it is the arrival angel like Karayan, the light wizard in the light church, or even the strong man like the blood angel Augustus, the sacred power used by him has advantages over the aura of darkness and death, it mainly depends on the absolute size of the power to suppress it. However, although the golden light emitted by Macbeth is weak, it contains a little strange power. Therefore, this seemingly weak sacred power is like a warm spring, flowing through the vast snow field composed of darkness and death. Wherever the spring passes, ice and snow melt and flow into the hot spring.

And the temperature of the spring water is unchanged!

Roger's power quickly eroded, and he felt relieved. A rock beside him suddenly emitted a dark green light, and then turned into a wolfdog-sized beast! The beast's body was slender and bamboo-shaped, with four slender but extremely powerful arthropods and long legs, and the upper limbs were two extremely sharp sickles. It looked like this beast was like a huge mantis, but it had no eyes and was completely relied on its sensing of the natural goddess power in Roger's body to lock the target.

The strange beast exerted force on its four legs together, and appeared on the top of Roger's head like lightning. Two knife-shaped forelimbs penetrated hard towards Roger's back!

Roger seemed to have exhausted his power and had no response to this attack at all. Although Androni had blessed her with flame protection and was not seriously injured, her fighting spirit had been exhausted from resisting Macbeth's attack. At this time, she was powerless and could only watch the strange beast attack Roger.

Macbeth let out a "huh" sound, and the giant sword pointed at it casually, and a ball of holy flame appeared out of nothing, burning the strange beast into the air.

"Neutenant, why did you get convicted of the goddess of nature?"

"Dear Lord Macbeth, how could I be disrespectful to the Goddess of Nature in the Heavens? This magic is the conspiracy of the fallen believers of the Goddess of Nature..."

"The Goddess of Nature does not belong to heaven." Macbeth corrected.

Roger was delighted, and he immediately honestly started from the time of Alay's seizure of power, and told him in detail how to make a grudge with Druid. In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed, and Roger's long speech began. Macbeth was really impatient to hear it, not to mention that almost all Roger's information and experiences were found in the Church of Light. Before this trip, Macbeth had already read these things.

He immediately interrupted Roger impatiently and said, "Let's talk about these later! Roger, tell me everything you know about Audreh!"

The fat man immediately noticed that Macbeth's title had changed from a necromancer to Roger, and he felt relieved. Moreover, judging from Macbeth's reaction, he obviously knew his past experiences well. As for the source of the information, most of the tenth came from the Church of Light. It seems that although the Church of Light is located in the south, their eyes have never ignored the largest empire in the north.

He knew that he could not lie at will, otherwise the chance he could finally get back on the verge of life and death would be ruined.

Roger passed on everything he told Achilles that day to Macbeth intact.

This time Macbeth was very patient and kept listening to Roger finish everything. He thought to the sky for a moment, and finally sneered, thinking to himself: "Odairehe, now the evidence is confirmed, I see how you should explain it to the heavens!"

Macbeth suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Have you told other people about all this just now?"

Roger thought for a moment, and said tremblingly: "I met a strange but very powerful guy not long ago. He...he also asked about Odaireh."

Macbeth's heart tightened, and he immediately asked carefully about the man's appearance. Roger only said a few words, then frowned and said slowly: "Achilles..."

Macbeth dissipated the protection of the holy flames around him and landed on the ground, saying, "Rog, you are very honest and have changed my view of the Necromancer. It's good. But the Necromancer should serve the dark gods, why do you want to follow the angels of the heavens?"

"How can the faint power of the dark gods compare with the glory of the Lord God in the heaven? Alas, dear Lord Macbeth, if you have a choice, who would be willing to deal with the wet, dark and stinky corpses every day? Today I met you who even surpassed the Lord God, and I... actually have a little selfishness, that is, I hope to be saved!"

"Reden?" Macbeth raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you know a lot about the things in heaven!"

Roger replied respectfully: "In order to get rid of the cemetery and the pile of corpses as soon as possible, I have been looking for a path to heaven."

Macbeth nodded and said, "Good! You have proved your faith to me, and promised in the name of my Macbeth that you will free yourself from the shackles of darkness and death and receive the ultimate redemption."

A low-powered existence like Rogge does not need to alarm Isaac at all. Any angel serving in front of him can do this little thing.

Roger was overjoyed and rubbed his hands with excitement. The praise of Macbeth's glory naturally rolled out. In a short time, Roger successfully overturned Macbeth's prejudice against the necromancer in his heart. The records of the Church of Light show that Necromancers are dirty, evil, and stinky beings. They fiddled with dead bodies and bones all day long, and their shallow wisdom is filled with sinful thoughts, without any credibility or shame. But Roger, the necromancer, was obviously different. Not only did he have a soul that yearns for light, but he had good eyesight. He could actually see the difference between Macbeth and ordinary angels, and his words were funny and humorous, and every sentence sounded very useful. Since Macbeth arrived, except for the time he was with Catherine, this afternoon was the most pleasant one.

Therefore, although the gap between Roger and Macbeth's status is true, Macbeth still accepted Roger's invitation to inspect the territory of his first follower in this world, the city of Silde.

Following Roger's advice, Macbeth, who wanted to see the true face of Silde City, drew all the glory and flames, and turned into an ordinary middle-aged man. However, his majesty that did not need to be naturally revealed could not be concealed.

During the whole process, Androni, who was pale, remained silent and followed Roger and Macbeth toward Silde City.

Roger talked with Macbeth all the way, and the angel who had just established a relationship with the master and servant got along more and more harmoniously with the necromancer. However, Roger's flattery occasionally made mistakes.

"Mr. Macbeth, even the lowest-level angels such as Karajan have hundreds of followers. How could you come to the North alone? With your status, even if the Pope does not accompany you personally, you have to send Augustus to you. The worst is the worst, at least dozens of sacred temples must follow you..."

Every time Roger said something, Macbeth's face became gloomy. Fortunately, the fat man seemed to have woken up his mistake in time and immediately shifted the topic to other places.

In the sky, Feng Yue quietly stared at the three people walking slowly on the wasteland. After a long time, she said lightly: "Let's go."

Gregory hurriedly flew towards the direction where Feng Yue disappeared, and it always had a question in its heart: "Master, he just called you desperately, you have come, why didn't you kill that angel?"
Chapter completed!