If there are outsiders here, most people will only see a cloud of black fog.

But all four people in the field could clearly see the appearance of the God of the Underworld.

The God of the Underworld, who blinked his eyes, clearly had a cold face, but he looked very cute.

Roland was unmoved.

"It's really impossible to negotiate?" The God of Nether stared at Roland and asked faintly.

Roland shook his head.

The God of Nether looked at Roland without a trace of expression.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more solemn.

Andonara had already put her hand behind Roland and began to write to his back.

‘Give me the sword.’

It is no secret for her to stock up on a few weapons in the system space all year round.

Just as Roland was about to take the sword out of the system backpack, the God of the Underworld suddenly spoke.

"Then I won't let her appear in the main plane again in the future."

After saying that, a black smoke pillar that looked like a substance grew from her "body", tied the true ancestor of the blood clan to her side.

"I agreed that she will never be out of the underworld." Ms. Sophie said lightly: "So don't always think about killing her."

As soon as these words came out, the three women around were shocked.

Did God actually give in to people?

Especially the true ancestor of the blood clan, his face turned pale even more shocked.

"Sister Sophie, you can't treat me like this. You can't be more important than lust... um um."

Another black smoke pillar quickly stretched out, tied the mouth of the true ancestor of the blood clan, and covered it tightly.

"Are you satisfied with this?" Sophie looked at Roland.

"If she could stay in the underworld forever."

The underworld is originally a place where the soul stays, and it is also a place where death is.

The true ancestor of the blood clan stays in the underworld and can never leave, so there is no difference between nature and death.

To be honest, Roland is acceptable to this result.

"Remember your words, she will stay in the underworld from now on. When you come to the underworld, you can't attack her again."

The true ancestor of the blood clan struggled hard, but could not move.

Just screaming.

Roland nodded and said nothing.

In fact, he really wanted to say in his heart, who likes to go to the place where birds do not shit in the underworld, but think about it, since the other party has taken a step back, he will seem too petty if he is aggressive.

So he gave up the idea of ​​saying this.

Then the black portal opened, and the God of Nether dragged the true ancestor of the blood clan to leave.

After the two returned to the underworld, Ms. Sophie let go of the black smoke stick tied to the mouth and waist of the true ancestor of the blood clan.

The true ancestor of the blood clan was finally able to speak. She touched her red and swollen lips, and then asked aggrievedly: "Sister Sophie, why do you want to surrender to that damn human boy? You are a god, are you still afraid of him?"

"The main position is too much suppressed against me. I may not be able to win just one and three."

The true ancestor of the blood clan was shocked: "How is that possible?"

"Nia is an angel and has a very strong combat power. The woman with big breasts is Andorana, a descendant of the demon king Phoenix. She naturally has a strong restraint on the power of darkness. Although I am in the order camp, I still use dark magic after all. As for Roland... he already knows the magic spell, and he is the son of gold and cannot be killed. He knows how to enter the underworld."

"He has the magic spell, you are afraid of him." The true ancestor of the blood clan shouted in confusion: "Many evil gods also understand the magic spell, but I didn't see you either."

The God of Nether shook his head: "His God-Slaying Spell has a very large killing radius."

"How big can it be?"

"The strongest one is estimated to have a killing radius of more than fifty kilometers."

"The radius is only fifty meters..." The true ancestor of the blood clan shook his head suddenly: "What are the radius you said? Fifty kilometers?"

"Yes, this is what we guessed."

"This is impossible." The true ancestor of the blood clan felt incredible: "In other words, as long as he is willing, can he destroy a city at will now?"

"Yes, even the Kingdom of God may not be able to withstand such attacks many times."

The true ancestor of the blood clan was stunned and after a while, he said, "Okay, I will stay in the underworld from now on, never go anywhere, and never develop my family. I will talk about it when that kid dies."

"He may be old."

"Why?"

"He is almost legendary, so it's not surprising when he will become a legend."

The true ancestor of the blood clan was speechless.

A master-level mage can already live about 200 years old. At the legendary level, the conservative life limit is at least 300 years old, because after the legendary level, the soul undergoes qualitative change and the speed of loss of vitality will be greatly reduced.

Of course, it depends on how strong the mage's vitality is when reaching the legend level. To put it bluntly, it means how old it is.

A person like Roland can become a legend at a young age, and there is no problem living for three or four hundred years.

It is normal for an elderly person in his seventies or eighties to become a legend, and it is also normal for him to live for a hundred years.

"In other words, I may have to stay in the underworld all my life?" The true ancestor of the blood clan suddenly turned bad: "I don't want to, it's very boring to stay here for a long time."

"Then play more cards with me."

"I don't want it!" The true ancestor of the blood clan took his head with both hands, squatted down and moaned depressedly, "It's so boring to play dominoes with you, you always make tricks."

"I didn't make a fraud."

"You can always draw the best card, isn't it a scam?"

"I'm lucky to be fourteen."

Generally speaking, the luck value of a normal person does not exceed five points, and ten points is the limit of human beings.

Only the holder knows what the concept of fourteen points is.

Besides, luck is a natural and unchangeable attribute.

Hearing this, the true ancestor of the blood clan who was holding his head became even more depressed.

No wonder I have never won the domino with her every day.

On the other side, Roland said goodbye to Niya and Andonara, and then came to the gate of Fengling Yueying's resident.

He was soon welcomed into it.

In the conference room, Babion is still on the map.

Roland walked over and asked, "Are you studying how the boss plays?"

"No, I'm studying the trade route." Babion smiled and said, "Now there are more and more cities that have opened magic circles. Some of the previous trade routes are no longer cost-effective. I'm considering changing or optimizing them."

"Awesome, I don't know how to do business."

"The richest man among the players actually said he would not make money. Isn't you just like the 'small goal' Versailles?" Babion joked: "Roland, have you done your business?"

"It's done."

"Then let's take a rest at our station for a night first, there are free rooms."

Roland smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, I have a house here too."

"Yes, I forgot that the lords of this wetland city are all from your F6 guild." Babion: "How could you not have your own land?"

"Then I'll go to my own manor to rest first, and come here to gather tomorrow morning."

Babion nodded: "Okay... wait."

Roland was about to leave, but when he heard this, he turned around and looked at the other party with some confusion.

"I wonder if you've ever heard of the anti-F6 league?"

"Well, that's not clear." Roland became interested: "But recently I was indeed secretly harassed by some players, but I don't know who it was or which force it was."

"I don't know the specifics," Babion thought for a while and said, "But I heard that it was led by a very rich second-generation. It was done mysteriously and there was almost no news. I also got this news by accident."

Roland sighed slightly: "Thank you, Babion."

Although there is not much information, it at least provides some useful information.

After all, no one is afraid of too much information. Maybe one day, such unpopular little knowledge will come in handy.

Roland returned to his estate and rested for a night.

We should have been peaceful, but as a result, Beatrice touched her at night, crying and talking about her loneliness.

A hot ball was squeezed into his arms, and few men could bear it.
To be continued...