Oathbreaker Needle

Checkpoint door.

The originally bustling Black Blood Soldier crowd had long since disappeared.

As previously detected by Injured Wolf.

They collectively retreated to the sampan platform of Transfer Station 1.

Just a glimpse from a distance.

Roger sensed traps and barriers one after another.

It seems that Pool of Destruction's poor start has aroused Black Blood Soldier's high vigilance.

They showed a full defensive posture.

It would be extremely difficult for anyone to approach that platform quietly.

Roger words.

It will be slightly simpler.

But this time.

He wasn't going to play the silent sneak trick.

At the moment, Roger casually started sneaking.

Under the leadership of Injured Wolf.

Start walking through the maze-like environment around Checkpoint.

There is still some distance between transfer stations.

Roger is not walking fast.

on the one hand.

He was observing the true situation of Black Blood Soldier from a distance.

on the other hand.

But he still had some things to deal with.

first.

When I just left Pool of Destruction's platform.

Roger found Ji Qiu through Sound Transmission into the Secret.

"If everyone has rested, go to Checkpoint.

Pay attention to the Grease Monster Legion here.

Their leader has been killed by me.

But there are many more ordinary monsters.

These Grease Monster will form very precious pieces of whale oil after death.

These supplies must be put away.

But be careful not to let them take it by mistake.

Will eat dead people..."

After explaining everything in detail.

Only then did Roger withdraw his attention from Elite Squad.

Faced with Roger's barrage of words.

Ji Qiu held it in for a long time and only replied, "Sect Master, what about you?"

Roger said via voice transmission, "I'll go next door and have a look."

Hear this.

Ji Qiu There was no more noise from that side.

I don't know if it's because his Sound Transmission into the Secret kung fu is not perfect.

Or maybe he already knew what was going to happen next.

Secondly.

In the process of walking.

Roger put most of his attention on this newborn pet.

"Miss" is no bigger than a hand.

It's a very thin elf.

Compare with the chubby Cindy.

This kid is so skinny!

Maybe that's why.

It easily aroused Roger's loving heart.

From the outside.

It has big eyes and very beautiful double eyelids.

More spiritual than Celestial Sprite.

Its temperament is gentle and quiet.

Gives people a timid feeling.

Honestly.

Roger can never associate such an appearance with the word "naughty spirit".

Perhaps he felt Roger's blazing gaze.

Miss Xiangcheng shrank his neck in fear.

suddenly.

It buzzed.

It actually took the initiative and transformed into a white belt wrapped around Roger's waist.

Roger touched it.

The texture and feel are very good.

"It's a pity that it can't be used as a storage device..."

When he thinks so.

But in my ears came the weak voice of missing you:

"Master..."

"You don't have to stare at me all the time, I'm very good."

"You won't get into trouble."

Listen to that gentle, watery voice.

Roger felt like my heart was about to melt.

Now he gently caressed the white belt.

He said softly and comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I believe you..."

"Tip: Your Pet: Mischief Sprite's favorability towards you +1"

See this line of text.

Roger calmly moved his hand away.

In the blink of an eye.

A secret Gang Qi covered the belt.

This is the shallowest and most hidden way of stimulating Myriad Poison Qi.

Even "missing" myself didn't notice it.

"I really believe you are a ghost!"

Roger sneered in his heart:

"This is a naughty spirit born in Mystra..."

"No matter how pitiful I am, I still have to be on guard!"

After ensuring that the naughty spirit is within the protection range of Myriad Poison Qi and will not get into trouble.

Roger finally turned his attention to the holy sword in his hand.

After leaving the gate.

Griffith has been silent.

This guy seems to be trying to avoid liquidation by pretending to be an ostrich.

What a pity.

Roger is not that easy to fool.

He followed Injured Wolf to the land bordering Skiff District.

Immediately afterwards.

He found the back of a cargo box and opened 'Concealment'.

Then stared at Griffith intently.

He didn't speak either.

Just look at it.

finally.

Griffith was horrified by the sight and took the initiative to whisper, "W-what do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say we should eliminate distractions?"

"I'm really not..."

Roger smiled slightly, "Before eliminating the interference items, I suddenly remembered that there are still a few accounts that I have not settled with you."

Griffith said angrily, "I have my own reasons..."

"Shut up!"

Roger said arrogantly.

Griffith was silent as expected.

Roger flicked the edge of the holy sword with his index finger with great interest.

There was a soft thud.

There was a clear blood mark on the back of his finger.

"It's still so sharp..."

Roger sighed with emotion.

The next second.

He said seriously:

"You hurt me. Is this how you settle the score?"

Griffith was stunned:

"You, you, you..."

"I have never seen such shamelessness... forget it..."

"I don't know how to settle accounts! You can settle the accounts however you want, right?"

When it comes to the last sentence.

His tone was full of helplessness and sadness.

Roger pondered for a moment.

Suddenly he said:

"Why are you so afraid of me during this meeting?"

In fact, he had already noticed the abnormality of Griffith.

It stands to reason.

This is the holy sword of Immortal-grade.

Even if Roger is about to Heaven Path Ascension.

He doesn't have to talk to himself in such a groveling manner, right?

The current Griffith is compared with the previous superior pig-raising holy sword.

It's like a fairy falling into Hell from the clouds.

It is easy for people to have bad associations——

Don't get me wrong.

Roger just simply doubts whether he is really Griffith!

"W-where is there..."

Griffith stammered:

"My attitude towards you, no, my attitude towards you has always been pretty good, right?"

"I'm not afraid of you either."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you afraid of my hands?"

Said.

His right hand quickly began to ravage Griffith's body wantonly.

"Please, stop touching it, it's itchy..."

Griffith said angrily:

"Your Intelligence Reduction Hand doesn't work on me!"

Roger said "oh".

I turned around and opened another specialty.

"Tip: You are using 'Gold Silver Hands (Barehanded Forging)' for Saint Sword Griffith"

"This material is really good..."

"It would be quite sharp if you could snap it off and use it as a toothpick, right?"

Roger's threatening hands roamed Griffith's body unscrupulously.

"Please, stop it..."

Griffith's voice sounds soft.

He said in an almost begging tone, "I really need your help!"

"Compared to your stupid apprentice and that stupid blond girl with questionable origins, it's more appropriate for you to deal with the scavenger!"

"Listen, Roger, the reason why I changed my attitude towards you is just because of the scavenger. You don't understand how terrible it is. The current situation on the moon may be worse than I imagined!"

"If we can't solve the scavenger, then everything in Mystra will become meaningless!"

"Do you understand?"

Roger shook his head like a rattle. "I don't understand."

"The scavenger you mentioned, after it wakes up, will it swallow Mystra in one gulp?"

Griffith sighed and said, "Absolutely..."

"Maybe not that bad, but not much better."

"Anyway, we must not let the Scavenger wake up."

"We may be the strongest combination on the planet. You and I should not be so arrogant between us, but should put aside our past grudges and work together."

Roger smiled lightly, "What you said makes sense."

"I don't care about the fact that you violated our agreement. After thirty years of free eating, you not only ate almost all of the Clear Spring Sect's biological assets, but also fucking kidnapped my apprentice..."

"But you have to answer some questions for me -

How much of your memory has recovered? Why did Mystra destroy Golden House? How much do you know about the reincarnation of Mystra? as her sword.

How much do you know about her personally? Finally.

World-Ending Forbidden Spell.

What is going on?

these questions.

You can answer slowly.

I'm very patient.

in the face of these problems.

I suddenly felt less anxious about eliminating distractions. "

Roger showed his signature gentle smile.

The silent Griffith seemed to have arrived at the twelfth lunar month of Cold Winter.

It's been a long time.

He answered with difficulty:

"I haven't recovered much of my memory. The memory of the scavenger has always existed."

"As for Mystra, I'm sorry, I only remember that I once followed a god, but I still have no impression of whether that god is Mystra."

"And World-Ending Forbidden Spell..."

"If you really help me get rid of the scavenger, then I will tell you everything I know, without leaving anything behind!"

Griffith's tone is sincere and sincere.

"I hope you can stop caring so much about the life of the entire planet..."

"I hate moral kidnapping."

Roger grabbed the blade with force.

A sizzling sound came out.

In the painful cry of Griffith.

The edge of the holy sword was actually twisted by about 0.5 degrees! "But I promise you, I will help you kill the scavenger."

Roger said lightly:

"After the thing is done, remember your promise, otherwise it won't be as simple as breaking the bank."

"I'm going to melt you completely."

Griffith dare not breathe:

"Absolutely understand."

"Okay."

The cold temperament faded away in an instant.

Roger put a smile on his face again:

"Agreement is one thing, settling accounts is another."

"Let's get into the happy reckoning."

"According to my calculations."

"You now owe me or Clear Spring Sect 1 million pigs..."

Griffith was immediately shocked:

"Didn't I only eat 100,000 heads?"

"Plus you've been so lazy and lazy over the past thirty years."

Roger said with a smile, "And I was also the one responsible for cleaning up the mess you caused by running away from the battle. Do you have to account for this expense?"

"Also, given inflation..."

Griffith was shocked again:

"Do pigs swell too?"

Roger ignore him.

He whispered and calculated to himself.

Finally, we came to a conclusion. "Next, you have to protect the mountain for the Clear Spring Sect for free for 1,000 years."

"During this period, you can eat whatever they give you. Whether you have meat or not can only depend on your performance."

"Here."

"You sign this contract first."

Snap.

An unequal treaty written by a professional contractor was slapped directly on Griffith's face.

The latter was trembling all over.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.

He would like to see it.

Griffith How far can you tolerate yourself? "If something goes wrong, there must be a monster."

"This guy is so weird, there might be some trap waiting for me... I have to be careful!"

Roger is ready for Griffith to fall out at any time.

Who knows that this guy will carefully review the contract.

I really signed my name on it! ...

"Extinguishing Holy Sword: Griffith. Mystra"

When signing this name.

Roger couldn't help but glance at him.

Griffith was also slightly stunned.

"Then, then I should, I was indeed following Mr. Mystra..."

His voice was not embarrassing.

But Roger was embarrassed for him.

"Forget it."

"This kind of unequal treaty has been signed. This is a contract with Purgatory Will's decision. Even Immortal-grade's holy sword cannot violate it. It can only be scratched... It seems that the pressure from the scavenger is really great."

Roger thought while thinking.

While signing his name on the contract.

After the contract is formed.

Griffith breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It's a pity that it didn't take long for him to relax.

Roger patted his sword hilt coldly:

"It just became a public account."

"We still have some personal grudges..."

Griffith gave up on himself and said, "Don't forget it."

"As long as you can help me get rid of the scavenger..."

"It's up to you!"

"It's up to you!"

Roger coughed.

He nodded happily and said, "Don't worry.

Don't look at the bunch of devils under my hands.

In fact, I am quite decent myself.

I will never depend on you for a dime..."

After a while.

When Griffith, who had signed two contracts of sale, walked out of the back of the container in a daze.

Roger's figure has disappeared.

But instead.

They are tufts of yellow hair that flutter in the wind and are extremely coquettish.

"We have a traitor in our midst!"

Black Blood Soldier base.

A small conference room in the simulator Warehouse.

Othello and Johnny were quarreling red-faced.

The former insisted that the "Black Curse Group 648" lied.

The latter's view was different from his.

Fallen Divine Art Master said seriously:

"You have to trust my telemetry. Our people have no problem with loyalty..."

Speaking of which.

He paused.

Then he sighed very hard and said:

"You have to admit, we were fooled."

"And that person may be right next door to us."

Johnny's point was obvious.

The "Black Curse Group 648" who blended in among them was probably one of the Martial Artist next door! "His methods are too subtle."

"We still haven't been able to identify the problem."

Johnny shook his head and said, "And I always have an uneasy feeling. Monroe's death is too strange. This place is too evil!"

Othello glared suddenly:

"What should we do?"

"Are we just going to retreat like this?"

"We didn't even find what we were looking for, and our personnel weren't lost, so we just retreated?"

Johnny was silent.

After a while.

He suddenly beamed with joy.

Then he took out a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.

The crystal ball gradually expanded.

Eventually it became the size of a pumpkin.

A calm face appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.

Compared to his composure.

His background is much more complicated.

Othello and Johnny at least saw thousands of tentacles swaying behind him!

"Vilan... I finally contacted you."

Fallen Divine Art Master Johnny whispered:

"We encountered some trouble on the White Whale. Monroe is dead, and he couldn't even save the Horcrux."

In the crystal ball.

Vilan nodded slightly:

"I understand."

"Things do have many variables. I guess you encountered some Martial Artist in Above the Sky?"

Johnny nodded sincerely. "That's true."

"There is also Martial Artist from Ascension-grade, but we haven't fought yet..."

"By the way, we were attacked by an insidious sword before. That sword is very similar to the Extinguishing Holy Sword you mentioned."

Here Johnny and Vilan are eager to contact each other.

Sword Saint Othello over there folded his arms and said nothing——

Inside Salvation Society.

It is also divided into many factions.

Vilan is a caster with only level 89.

Although his attainments in Evil Curse are very profound.

He also won titles such as 'The Dominator' and 'Archmage'.

But there is still quite a bit of criticism internally about letting him take on the position of Vice President.

For example Monroe.

This fellow mage has always disliked Vilan.

It's just that Salvation Society has strict internal rules.

He never had the chance to take action.

Another example is Othello.

He is also dissatisfied with the fact that Vilan has a relatively low rank but holds an important position.

But Othello's thoughts are deeper.

He once suspected that Vilan was hiding his strength.

Otherwise, the leader of Salvation Society, who is known for his utilitarianism, would not have chosen him as Vice President against all opinions.

So in the past.

Othello can still maintain a neutral attitude.

But after Mystra.

Due to the loss of the shock of President Salvation Society.

After several trials.

Othello lost his respect for Vilan.

He is not like Johnny who takes Vilan's words as an edict.

Especially in this situation.

"Maybe Monroe was killed by him."

"I have to keep an eye out too."

Othello thought coldly:

"None of these spellcasters are good. I want to see what advice Vilan will give us..."

Between thoughts.

The calm tone of Vilan came from the crystal ball:

"Everyone evacuates!"

"Don't hesitate."

"I'm afraid you are in big trouble!"

Hear this.

Othello couldn't help but stand up:

"Evacuation? To put it lightly? This is a task personally issued by the president. If we evacuate like this, who will bear the responsibility?"

Vilan's tone was a little messy. "Of course you bear the responsibility yourself."

"The president's punishment will not cost you your life."

"But the coming trouble may be..."

Said.

His spell communication was suddenly interrupted for a moment.

It's been a long time.

The scene returned to calmness again.

"I understand, I will consider it."

Johnny nodded cautiously. "That's right."

"What's the situation over there?"

"Why do I see so many tentacles?"

in the screen.

Vilan said without looking back:

"Nothing, I'm negotiating with Ancient Evils..."

"You call this negotiation?"

Johnny was stunned and said:

"If I read correctly, that Ancient Evil was almost killed by you, right?"

Vilan was speechless.

Othello couldn't help but come over:

"Is this your true strength? Vilan?"

Vilan smiled, "No, these are illusions."

"Good luck to you."

Said.

The spell communication comes to an end.

Only Johnny and Othello were left looking at each other.

"So..."

"Evacuate, or continue?"

Johnny asked, clearing his throat.

Othello snorted coldly, "It's up to you, anyway, my troops and I will not evacuate!"

The words fell.

Suddenly there was a burst of panicked footsteps outside! "What's wrong?"

Othello frowned.

He grabbed the person's collar and lifted him in the air:

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"No, sir!"

"There's a furry kobold outside!"

"Kobold?"

Othello That's strange.

In the peripheral vision.

The figure of Fallen Divine Art Master Johnny disappeared without a trace! Othello's heart skipped a beat.

He just wanted to drop the human body.

But the next second.

A terrifying gust of wind whipped up the ground.

The room where the simulator was installed was blown away.

Each individual figure was swept by the strong wind towards the demonic figure with shoulders as tall as mountains not far away!

Even Othello himself barely resisted for a while.

Not long after.

He was sucked into the mouth of the demonic figure!

Screams.

The sky shook!

"Record: You enabled Extracorporeal Avatar of Yellow Beard Daoist"

"You activated the specialty: Monster Heavenly Body"

"You consumed 1 drop of Sub-Divine Oil, and you used the Tengu's specialty 'sun-swallowing'"

"Swallowing the sun: You swallowed 16124 Black Blood Soldier..."

"Attribute fragments are being calculated..."

"You killed Sword Saint Othello (Divine Kingdom Practitioner/Juggernaut/LV99/Elite)"

"Extermination Order: Your sword master status +0.04"

"Sword Master Status: You can obtain excess benefits from the Sword Master's training and battles.

Your charm +50% when using a sword;

You are familiar with the origins and key points of most swordsmanship and sword moves (knowledge: swordsmanship 400+); when someone, especially a girl, is watching.

Your understanding of swordsmanship will be improved to a higher level;

When and only when using a sword as a weapon.

As long as you react quickly enough.

You can 'block' 99% of attacks with your sword.

You have obtained a random character expertise-Empty-Handed Blade Catch"

"Empty-Handed Blade Catch: When you are unarmed, you can use both hands to "parry" the enemy's weapons with a palm-to-palm trap.

As long as the enemy's level is not more than 40 levels higher than yours.

This parry has a 100% success rate.

Enemy weapon requirements:

1. With an open edge and an edge.

2. Non-blunt weapon

3. Non-biological weapons

Note: There is a certain chance that the tiger's mouth will bleed."

"Comfortable... um..."

On the platform of Transfer Station 1.

Roger, who transformed into a tengu, couldn't help but burped.

This wave of sneak attacks was quite successful.

This unique skill of Tengu is very humane.

Only objects judged to be monsters by Sin Mark will be swallowed into its belly.

The remaining peons and slaves would be swept away by the wind for only a short time.

Then it will return to its original position.

This couldn't be more convenient for Roger.

"Yellow Beard brother's body is really useful!"

Roger praised vigorously in his heart:

"It just consumes too much energy."

"Maybe it's been used too frequently recently..."

Between thoughts.

He took a rough inventory of the goods received.

Attribute fragmentation.

At least more than doubled.

Because it happened so suddenly.

The naughty spirit has absolutely no chance of being pretentious.

So it brings pure positive benefits to Roger.

As for Sword Saint Othello.

Roger I really didn't expect this guy to be so cool.

He didn't feel anything after a suffocation.

As for this "Sword Saint Personality".

No matter how you look at him, he looks more like some kind of idol.

Its effect can only be described as average.

Blocking this kind of thing looks good.

But Roger prefers to attack.

"Whoever has nothing to do all day goes to Empty-Handed Blade Catch!"

He muttered secretly.

Fortunately, Othello himself is a little wet.

Roger found a nice treasure among the trophies he left behind!

In Qi Divination Technique's field of vision.

That treasure can be said to be steaming with purple energy.

Roger turned into a human body.

He held it in his hand.

See it with the naked eye.

That's a needle.

"Oathbreaker Needle (wonderful item/consumable)"

"Use: Can break all seals, commandments or oaths"

"Usage: Just poke it directly. If it doesn't open once, poke it several times."

"Remaining available times: 2"

"This thing is obviously designed to target mages, monks or paladins."

"Break everything?"

"A bit evil..."

Think so.

Roger quickly took out a treasure that had been gathering dust for a long time! "Just try it on you!"

He pressed "Greed Jar (self-sealing)" to the ground without any explanation.

Then use Oathbreaker Needle to poke at the mouth of the pot!

puff! puff! puff! Weird noises sounded one after another.

Not long after.

Greed Jar had a reaction.

A circle of water with a sour smell suddenly appeared from the spout of the pot! ...

"Tip: 'Greed Jar' has been unblocked"

"Remaining available times: 1"

"It's done!"

"Greed Jar is available again!"

Roger couldn't put it down and touched the spout of Greed Jar.

And in this process.

Roger also noticed.

The thin and long silver needle became dimmer.

The data column is displayed.

The remaining available times of "Oathbreaker Needle" have also become 1...

"This is a good shot."

"Wait..."

"If I use Greed Jar to bind Oathbreaker Needle, and then use the magic needle to continue to break the precept, what will happen in the end?"

Although my mind was open for a while.

But Roger still hasn't taken action.

To him.

These two treasures are an important part of his card pool.

He couldn't be idle and do experiments on whether it could move forever.

And at this time.

A bright red mark suddenly lit up in Roger's vision.

That's the signal from Injured Wolf! ...

"There are still fish that slipped through the net?"

"It's interesting."

Roger chuckled.

Through Injured Wolf's vision, he shot a Hunter's Mark at "Fallen Divine Art Master" which turned into a stream of wind and escaped.

then.

Roger is ready to kill the opponent.

After all, his Ascension Mission asked to kill Three Great Leaders.

No one can be missing!

But just as his figure quickly rushed to the edge of the platform.

Roger suddenly felt a strong throbbing in his heart!

The next second.

Griffith's voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't breathe!"

"Stand still!"

"It's her!"

The words fell.

Above Skiff District.

Pieces of what looks like moss or dirt shake off the surface of the beluga's skin.

In the dark.

A sleepy eye slowly opened its eyelids.

That eye.

It was Roger aimed at the edge of the platform! ...

"Warning: You encountered 'Astral White Whale Fenny'"

"Sixth Sense: Astral White Whale is waking up..."

"Ultimate Hunter: The target is quickly escaping from the first pursuit range. Please pursue it as soon as possible, otherwise there is a risk of leaving the powerful tracking radius."

For a while.

Roger breathes tightly.

Caught in a dilemma.