"Or..." As he said that, he leaned forward, and an invisible pressure enveloped Roger.

"Don't you want to go back?"

His eyes were full of danger, as if an attack would be launched in the next second.

"Don't be confused by the life in front of you. You are a passerby here. Your home is in Livia. Do you miss the ale there?"

"And the passionate girl."

"What's more, after I leave, I lose the origin of the plane. Even if this place is not destroyed immediately, I'm afraid it will face an irreversible catastrophe."

"so……"

"I have no choice," Roger continued.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the only two cards left in his hand.

In a weird situation, if Roger plays his last two cards, he will win this Gent card matchup with a slight advantage.

But if he changes the order of playing cards or chooses to give up...

All the unintentional things are intentional. Have you been affected unknowingly?

"You didn't give me a chance to choose." Roger sighed.

"I said, you are just weapons, and I am the one who holds the weapons tightly."

"As for the weapon, when it will be swung and when it will fall, it depends on his master."

"Oh."

A short scale was emitted from the throat.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I can only say you're stupid."

"It's a pity that you didn't discover your existence the first time you came to this world. I was still sleeping at that time..." Lord of the Mist said vaguely.

"But it's not too late now. I can help you grow and even help you find your way home."

“The way home?”

Roger lowered his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The door when he returned home was hidden in the deepest part of the Hunter's Lodge. He could push it open at any time as long as he wanted. Such a road did not need to be found. This automatically appeared after Roger's power reached a certain level.

But according to the Lord of Mist...

"As for that woman, I will kill her with my own hands this time. Humph, she probably doesn't know yet. For this decisive battle, I prepared a big surprise for her!"

"squeak!"

Pushing away the chair and standing up, Roger walked to the window closest to him.

With a slight force, the closed window opened, the north wind swept into the room, and from where he was, he could see a majestic city.

The castle where we are located should be built on the top of the mountain. The moisture in the air and the cold brought by the whistling wind make everything look real.

Roger's eyes swept across, and he saw the crowded crowd in the city, but unfortunately, he could not hear any sound.

Because everyone here just stands in place like a sculpture, as if the world is frozen at this moment.

"I used to simulate the entire city in the past, but then all this annoyed me. The more they looked, the more annoyed me."

"So I would rather stay still in the city so that I can remind myself all the time that everything is illusory and this is not my home."

Lowering his head, Roger saw a desolate cemetery not far away.

There are dozens of crows standing on the only big tree in the cemetery, and under the big tree are several tombstones placed casually.

The same name is engraved on the tombstones.

The heart suddenly dripped for a while, and Roger turned around and saw the expressionless eyes of the Lord of the Mist.

"This game hasn't been finished yet."

He tapped the table gently, and the Gent brand placed on it trembled slightly.

Now Roger doesn't even have the qualification to stay out of the matter.

Or nod and survive.

Or die with everyone.

Soon Roger made a decision, he returned to the table and sat down, then took a deep breath, and calmly played the last two cards in order.

"Haha, there is at least one thing that ordinary people who only roll in the mud is right. The demon hunter is indeed the same as the monster."

"Same brainless!"

While he was talking, Roger wanted to launch an attack.

The long sword behind it trembled gently, and five kinds of sword seals bloomed in turn.

But all the power is like a rock sinking into the sea.

The sun shrouded on the forehead of the Mist Lord, swallowing all the power released by Roger.

"French seal...a more advanced application method?"

He smiled disdainfully, "Don't you know where these powers come from?"

"In my opinion, this is a bad joke."

As he spoke, he opened his hand and squeezed with invisible force. Roger watched helplessly as the five kinds of sword seals on the long sword dimmed one by one, almost squeezed into a ball!

"puff!"

This weapon is almost impossible to destroy, but the premise is Roger's own life...

"For this game of Gent, I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity."

The long sword roared and turned into a ball of scrap iron.

Roger himself was soaked in blood, and then he saw a ragged body.

It's the soul.

Roger's body and soul were already integrated, but in the attack just now, his body completely died and became a lifeless ball of minced meat!

"Your soul is useful, it's a pity that if you are willing to cooperate, things don't have to be like this."

The Lord of the Mist reached out to grab Roger.

Roger's soul opened his eyes, and he knew death was coming but he had no fear in his heart.

He had also thought about compromise.

But facing a strong man like the Lord of Mist, lies are meaningless. The body can lie, but the soul can't.

In fact, when the Lord of the Mist spoke to let Roger play the card, he had already gained insight into what Roger thought at that time.

That's why the explanation came later.

And Roger did not change his determination.

"That's it."

Although full of regrets, he still kept smiling.

Death is inevitable unless a miracle happens.

laugh!

After a light sound, the Lord of Mist's arm broke at the same time, and at the same time, a sound rang out.

"Selo, long time no see."
Chapter completed!