I Laughed and Chatted Merrily with the Saint Sword

"What kind of ridiculous title is this?!"

"Does Infamous Bandit have to be this meticulous when drugging someone?"

Roger disagreed.

In this world.

Administering drugs is not a simple matter.

Most extraordinary toxins have a pungent odor.

And in front of the mages.

A single "toxin detection" function can expose the drugger's true colors.

The red-robed men have always been very cautious.

Not to mention the food and water in the camp.

Even if a few colorful mushrooms appear by the roadside, people will go up and check them.

in this case.

Only seasoned players like Roger, who prepare contingency plans in advance, can succeed.

He entered the Demiplane first.

The goal was to gain the upper hand in setting up the venue.

Thanks to the "sweat gland extract" from my best friend.

The Red-Robed Mage ' noses were quite irritated.

But after testing showed no toxins.

They instinctively lowered their guard—which was exactly what Roger wanted!

At this point...

That's when he really made his move.

Just as everyone was in awe of the Saint Sword Griffith.

His hands, hidden in the shadows, trembled slightly.

A few drops of slightly pungent "dreamland" quickly evaporated in the air.

With the help of a distant tornado spreading.

The dreamland began to exert its powerful sedative effects.

And ultimately achieved a kill streak of 52 people!

This result.

Roger was quite satisfied!

The "Medicine and Poison" that Lan gave him were priceless treasures.

As of now.

Roger has already learned four types of toxins from them: two common and two extraordinary.

Among them, "The Madola's Tears" and "Dreamland" made great contributions to his brother's hegemony!

I believe this will continue as we gain a deeper understanding of toxins.

Roger's hunting methods will also become more diverse.

"Constant fighting and killing does not fit the spirit of a chivalrous person."

"From now on, use drugs whenever possible..."

Roger, having tasted success for the first time, happily pulled out his axe.

Then it's time for the lottery.

"You have killed a red-robed servant."

"You have obtained 1 Fragment of Enlightenment"

"You have killed a senior red-robed."

You have obtained 3 Intelligence Fragments.

Lines of data flashed by smoothly.

Another round of card draws is complete.

Roger remained quite calm.

As of now.

The highest drop rate for Intelligence Shards has accumulated to 216.

There are also 104 charm fragments of the second-best quality.

The rarest of all, the Fragments of Enlightenment, number only 80.

The moldy ones are...

The proportion of elites in this batch of red robes is actually quite high.

But the Extermination Order didn't include a single specialty.

This situation did not dampen Roger's enthusiasm.

now.

Only one thought occupied his mind—

"I need more red robes!"

In order to save time.

Roger didn't even take stock of the spoils of war.

He then sent 51 bald men to Cindy.

As for Vera...

Roger pondered for a moment.

They tied her up tightly.

Then, he quickly put "Nuo Ou's Binding Chains" on her.

final.

Roger pried open her mouth and poured a whole bottle of "Dreamland" into it.

This dosage.

It's estimated that it can put a Thunder Dragon to sleep for more than 24 hours.

Even if Vera has Extraordinary Body or related resistances.

She should be able to stay still and be a Sleeping Beauty for a week without any problems.

After ensuring that Vera would not wake up in the middle of doing her business.

Roger did not hesitate.

Head straight towards the entrance to the Demiplane.

One hour later.

The red-robed men who remained on the ruins were also wiped out.

In this process.

Roger, with a simple trick, successfully divided and wiped out the remaining few red-robed soldiers.

He lied, claiming that he had been attacked by monsters in Demiplane and needed help.

The scarred-face man had no suspicions.

He led a group of men and rushed in.

He awaits.

It was a pungent "dreamland".

When he realized something was wrong and tried to exit the Demiplane.

The red-robed figure outside had already been dealt with by Roger in his Second Form.

Roger guarded the entrance to the Demiplane.

Whoever comes out will die.

And those who remain.

Those who aren't quick-witted can only be completely captivated by their dreams.

Those with sharp minds lived a little longer; they ran towards the direction of the Holy Sword and were the last to be touched by Roger.

It is worth mentioning.

These red robes were not seduced by dreams.

The drop rate for Enlightenment Fragments seems to be significantly higher than that of other Red Robes.

This puzzled Roger.

After a long period of bad luck, the Extermination Order finally seemed to be turning around.

The scarred face provided Roger with a decent specialty.

"Elemental Covenant (6th Ring Feat): You may designate one Elemental Elder as your ally; you have the ability to enter and exit the main elemental plane in areas of high Elemental density."

As is widely known.

The elemental planes are inherently unfriendly to outsiders.

And after having this ability...

Roger will later have the opportunity to visit relatives and friends in the Elemental Plane.

As for the elemental elders or allies...

Roger, however, thought so.

Nothing can be forced.

It depends on fate.

After winning over everyone on the Investigation Team.

Roger then leisurely went to explore the vicinity of the deep pit.

And just as he approached the deep pit.

A yellow exclamation mark suddenly popped up on the data panel.

"Sword Immortal: A sword type perfectly suited for nurturing as Life Sword has been detected. The sword-forging quest has been automatically initiated!"

"Sword Forging Quest: Seize the Extinguishing Saint Sword Griffith, and make it your Life Sword."

Reward: Your Qi Aperture +1

"Refine!"

"We must train them rigorously!"

Seeing this reward.

Roger had only been interested in the idea, immediately took action.

He walked around the edge of the pit five or six times.

The situation here has been basically confirmed.

"The Extinguishing Plains" is essentially a severely damaged Demiplane.

Considering the time when the ruins were discovered.

The system message indicates that this is the "Divine Kingdom Ruins".

Then, consider the "Extinguishing Cloud" and the spells provided by Huang Zong.

Everything seems quite obvious now.

This is probably a fallen sub-domain of a divine kingdom!

Because it lost the support of divine power.

Most of the rules here have withered away, leaving only a gray desert filled with a deathly atmosphere.

This deep pit and the stone pillars inside it.

It is the only thing that remains of the Extinguishing Plains.

Below the deep pit.

Even with Roger's True Sight, he couldn't see the bottom.

Those dazzling golden lights seemed to be just an illusion.

And this towering stone pillar.

It is the Saint Sword Griffith mentioned in the sword forging quest!

Roger stared at it for a long time.

Aside from sensing "Griffith's Gaze," nothing else happened.

And this guy's gaze.

The real intimidation effect is not as good as Grandmaster's Wrathful Gaze.

There's just an indescribable sense of vicissitude about it.

It is so powerful that it leaves one in awe.

One hour later.

After a long and meticulous preparation.

Roger finally made his move.

now.

Two long Magic Rope were tied around his waist.

The ends of the Magic Rope were securely tied to the rocks on either side.

He probed the edge of the pit for a moment.

Finally, he leaped out! That leap...

It contains three times the Core Explosiveness, and is further enhanced by the ability to Uproot from Dry Land and Ladder Cloud Steps! From a distance...

Roger was like a flea that took flight.

It still looks spectacular.

only.

I accidentally jumped over the bar...

Fortunately, Roger still had "Ride the Wind".

Although the rules are broken in the Demiplane.

But at least there's wind.

With the help of a tornado at the edge of the deep pit.

Roger landed steadily on the thick stone pillar.

At the top of the stone pillar is a truncated cone with a diameter of about five meters.

He paced back and forth on it.

A moment later.

Roger squatted down and placed his hands on the ground.

"Sixth Sense: You begin to sense the Saint Sword Griffith"

Sizzle! Streaks of world-destroying lightning pierced through the heavens and earth.

The sky was overcast and gray.

Regularly shaped dark clouds drifted by.

Looking down from a bird's-eye view.

These dark clouds are like erasers.

The places they passed through.

There was no sign of human habitation.

The earth cracked open with fissures.

Lava and poisonous fog roamed across it.

Grotesque tentacles sprouted from the cracks, reaching towards the dark clouds! The next moment...

The blazing fireballs fell like a torrential downpour.

After a while.

It was once again an endless sea of lightning.

This cycle repeats.

High-level spells were being cast wildly, as if they were free.

An aura of destruction permeated every corner of the world.

But strangely enough...

These slideshow-like images are all silent.

Until that furious voice rang out:

"How dare you?!"

The perspective suddenly shifts.

But all that can be seen is a corner of the earth.

From within a floating mountain shrouded in dark clouds, a dazzling golden light shone forth! Beside the floating mountain.

Surrounded by 7 slowly moving floating islands!

The golden light emanated from one of the floating islands.

Before Roger could even see what was happening on the floating island...

A colossal sword, obscuring the sky, descended from the heavens.

It ruthlessly pierced through the floating island.

The next moment.

The golden light completely subsided.

He heard the cries of millions of people around him.

And then there was a soft sigh.

"Sixth Sense: You have sensed some of Griffith's memories."

"Hint: Griffith has rejected your attempts to deepen your perception."

Roger paused for a moment.

Could this holy sword possibly have a personality? He pondered for a moment.

He murmured to himself:...

"Extinction is the origin."

The origin will eventually perish.

Clouds within clouds.

"The sword among swords"

The next second.

A slight tremor ran through his feet.

A cold, icy voice echoed in his mind:

"Humans?"

Roger nodded:

"Yes."

Griffith:

"Is it a man or a woman?"

Roger found it a bit strange and immediately replied, "Male."

Griffith:

"Profession?"

Roger was even more puzzled.

He thought for a moment, then introduced himself:

"They could be Martial Artist or Ammunition Expert;"

I'm a pharmacist, and also a craftsman; calling me a contract master wouldn't be wrong, but sword immortal, Qi Master, and Traceless Wanderer might be more fitting..."

Griffith said, "Those are vagrants."

Roger was about to retort.

Griffith then asked:

"Income?"

Roger asked, puzzled, "Does that matter?"

Griffith raised his voice. "Very important."

Roger silently reported it.

After a while.

He heard Griffith's last words in his mind:

"Can."

On the data panel.

"Sword Forging Quest: You have gained Griffith's approval"

Hint: You have obtained the Saint Sword Griffith.

"You've completed a conversation with the Immortal-grade Holy Sword, achieving a new milestone - I chatted and laughed with the Holy Sword."

"I chatted casually with the Holy Sword: You're the first person to speak with Griffith since the last Cycle of Annihilation."

"Corresponding title: Holy Sword Reporter (Within the area where a major event occurs, your base Movement Speed is increased by 20%)"

"This... this is it?"

"It feels like a blind date..."

Roger muttered something to himself.

"Boom!"

The stone pillar beneath their feet began to collapse.