Blasphemy
Chapter 20: Existence
Roger hasn't dreamed for a long time. With his super spiritual power and the necromancer's willpower, he couldn't possibly dream anymore.
But at this moment, Roger was dazed. He doesn't know where he is. There was a gray mist all around him. He tried to shake the fog. The light around was dim, he could only see objects within ten meters. Not far from there, a dead tree stood with strange, very strange, twisting branches.
There's no sign of life here.
Roger did not hate the aura of death, but the powerful aura of death made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Where is this? Roger shouted loudly, but no sound was heard.
“This is the world of death, the paradise of the undead, the highest purgatory for all living beings.” A cold, evil, and sharp voice broke through Roger's spiritual barrier and rang out in his mind.
“Who are you?!” Roger shouted, but the voice did not answer again.
Roger wanted to scream, but there was no sound. He wanted to run, but could not move. All that remains is fear, despair, and collapse.
The strong Hisapan in the distance sucked Roger. He quickly pierced through the fog and flew away.
Roger looked at the strange forest, the black-grey river, and the barren hills that passed quickly under his feet, his heart almost out of his throat as he flew for the first time. But he was still unable to move, all he could do was protect his entire body with spiritual power to prevent his anger from escaping. This strange world continued to absorb the breath of life.
The sky is also gray. Clouds like lead, wind like knives, make people depressed to want to go crazy.
Clouds are endless ashes. There was a bit of light in this ash color, but out of nowhere the light came.
A large skeleton bird in the air flew towards Roger. Roger's heart stiffened, but there was nothing he could do. His face twitched, his eyes widened.
The skeleton bird pierced through Roger's body as if the fat man was a shadow.
The fat man drew a bow, fell from the sky, and headed straight for the small mountain.
There were many skeletons scattered on the hill, but there were skeletons standing upright between them, black crescent blades flashed. It was Temptress Moon.
Roger rushed down, Temptress Moon turned his head, like he was watching Roger. His head was buzzing, the fat man then felt the world spinning. When he woke up, he realized that he had become one with Temptress Moon, but was still unable to move. Only a powerful spiritual force was sucked in like a tidal wave.
A gust of wind blew from where Temptress Moon was, all the skeletons within a radius of tens of meters were swept away and flew everywhere. The flames in Temptress Moon's eye sockets changed from pale to deep red, black stains quickly coloring from the top of her head down. The white skeleton became pitch-black in an instant, the original scar on the skeleton disappeared without a trace after being stained with black.
Temptress Moon raised her head and howled without a sound, the bone wings behind her that had been weak gradually opened and lifted.
The black color stained the scythe blade in Temptress Moon's hand, the stained hilt began to wriggle like a living creature, like an old vine growing wild along the hilt. Several sharp metal spines protruded from the crescent blade. After the blade wriggled, then spun a few times, a small lightning continued to pass through the blade.
An invisible enchantment force field stretched out from Temptress Moon and extended to about ten meters. The creatures in this charm will continue to be affected by various negative emotions. Of course, this enchantment was completely useless in the undead heaven.
A long while later, Temptress Moon raised her head and looked at the mountain. Roger whose spiritual power was about to be absorbed, clearly sensed an ancient, evil, cold, and arrogant existence there.
Waves of excitement, fear, and anticipation hit Roger's nerves from Temptress Moon's mind. He did not know how to understand the facts before him. In the past he could only give Temptress Moon various commands with his consciousness, but he could not sense the Temptress Moon's consciousness. However, now Roger could feel the intense emotional turmoil of Temptress Moon, but there was no clear awareness.
Temptress Moon suddenly jumped from the top of the hill, gliding through the air over ten meters away like riding the wind and breaking the waves, before falling and sinking into the gray fog.
Roger changed his look in the fog but could only see as far as five meters. Temptress Moon moved extremely fast, rushing towards the mountains. Along the way, the wind and moon rose and fell, sometimes dead trees appeared on one side, it made Roger break out in a cold sweat.
Roger finally calmed down. Since his eyes could not see clearly, he could only use spiritual power to search around. The fatty's consciousness gradually sank, he was like sinking into a calm lake. His eyes could still only see as far as five meters away, but beyond the horizon, some objects gradually became clear. Roger was overjoyed, as soon as his spirit disappeared, he could only see a distance of five meters. The fatty immediately closed his mind, the objects beyond the horizon appeared again. Roger became more and more familiar with the mood that felt neither joy nor sorrow. Waves of spiritual power spread like life, the objects he felt also increased from big to small, from close to far away.
Roger's spirit suddenly touched the evil ice energy force. Assertiveness, ferocity, and extreme desire for a fleshy and bloody creature that suddenly almost suffocates Roger. At the same time, Temptress Moon immediately turned her head in that direction, stood still, turned around, and rushed there at high speed.
A zombie emerged from the gray fog. This zombie flesh had turned black, but it was extremely powerful. His body was covered in simple leather armor. Both of his hands were holding a crescent knife. Through research on the various collections of the undead, Roger immediately knew that this was a zombie warrior. Ordinary zombie warriors were formed by warriors with incredible martial skills and strong will during life, retaining a portion of their awareness and fighting skills throughout life. Compared to ordinary zombies, although not very powerful, they were also not weak. A small number of zombie warriors evolved from ordinary zombies, but not as great as before.
Temptress Moon rushed to the front of the zombie warrior, lifting the scythe blade and slashing. The zombie soldiers raised their scythe blades up high, trying to hold it down. The Temptress Moon's scythe blade suddenly increased in speed, passed through the zombie warrior's blades, and slashed down. The movements of the zombie warrior were extremely nimble, although unexpectedly, his body was reflexively dodging. Even though Temptress Moon's scythe blade hit him, what was his strength was so hard that it only caused a wound that was over an inch and a half long on the chest. The wounded skin opened, then it looked dry gray flesh, different from the wounds of ordinary zombies that were rotting and festering. The movement of the zombie warrior was not affected by his injuries, it was still very fast.
Temptress Moon is a veteran in dealing with zombies. He immediately applied an unmistakable tactic, starting to surround the zombie soldiers. The long-handled scythe blade suddenly broke through the defensive line of the zombie warrior, leaving behind a deep wound. As the saying goes, thousands of ants can kill an elephant, after many injuries, the movement of the zombie fighters slows down. But because the skeleton's natural strength was limited, Temptress Moon could only fight protractedly with zombie warriors.
Roger again tried to explore the zombie warrior with his spiritual power, and felt a thin layer of magic energy cover his body. Roger, who was familiar with low-level magic, knew that this was the effect of magic armor. Didn't expect this zombie warrior to be born with this kind of protective magic. This is simply not in keeping with what is recorded in the collection book. Roger's mind solidified, the frequency of his spiritual power increased again, he felt the previous cold energy on the body of the zombie warrior. From this close, this group of energies was as attractive as the lighthouse on a dark night. Roger's heart beat, he carefully tried to wrap that energy force with his spiritual power, then he shouted out loudly, his spiritual power bursting with all power, ending that energy. The zombie warrior was instantly shaken, the protective energy of the magic armor faded like waves, then he continued to tremble and thrash. Pain, fear, even sadness hit Roger. At this moment, the fat man's will was as strong as steel. He did not move at all, just squeezing that energy with all his might.
Temptress Moon was so smart, how could she possibly miss that opportunity. He swung the scythe blade, dozens of black threads crisscrossed into nets, hovering above the bodies of the zombie warriors. The zombie soldier did not move for a moment, then there was the sound of an explosion, he was smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground. That energy also exploded, turning into rays and drifting in all directions. Temptress Moon leaped in excitement, sucking in the energy that was hovering around, then merged with the energy inside her skull. Such satisfaction and pleasure is like a desert traveler who gets water after a long thirst, soaking up the entire body of the Temptress Moon. Roger also got a small supplement.
There's vibration in the air.
Temptress Moon and Roger stopped enjoying and waited in silence. How many times life and death has sharpened their instincts.
The surroundings were projected onto Roger's spiritual world. The dazzling little golden light in the center was the source of God's energy hidden within the Temptress Moon's skull. The golden light was surrounded by purple-black, there was a golden mist that made Roger feel familiar. It seemed that he was here because of this fog of spiritual energy. During this time, the energy of the Temptress Moon had grown tremendously.
Around the golden light of Temptress Moon, dozens of cold and pale energies lit up one by one. Some are light, some are dark. In between, there were seven or eight energies similar to the energy of a zombie warrior. There was one largest energy group emitting a cold light blue light in a place far away from them. His energy intensity was almost equivalent to three zombie warriors. Roger felt a chill in his heart, then glanced at the battlefield. As far as he could see, zombies of various levels crawled out of the ground with great difficulty.
Temptress Moon and Roger had the same thoughts at the moment, they could only unleash an evil existence on top of that mountain for now. They were even overwhelmed to fight against a group of zombies in this place, seemingly having to use strategy. Temptress Moon's mind was certainly not that complicated, but it seemed that she understood Roger's thoughts. He rushed in the opposite direction of the largest energy group, all while snuffing out some low-level zombies that came out from the ground.
A zombie warrior blocked their path. Temptress Moon and Roger repeated their old tricks, Roger attacking the energy core of the zombie warrior with all his strength, making him stand still, while Temptress Moon slashed at him with a knife. But this blade was surrounded by an electric light so it easily broke the magic armor of the zombie warrior. Although he could not cut it in half, he at least cut the zombie warrior as deep as more than a foot. The energy of the zombie warrior began to spread again, but Temptress Moon had no intention of sucking it up. He slashed at the two low-level zombies that blocked the path again, then walked away.
Roger clearly sensed that the chasing light blue energy was filled with anger and non-acceptance. However, it was difficult for the zombies to compete with the skeletons in terms of speed. Temptress Moon was so fast that it was nothing like a skeleton. That most powerful zombie, Roger still did not know if it was a zombie king or a thousand year old zombie– could not catch up to them. Not having to worry about escaping, Roger concentrated all his spiritual power on attacking the light blue energy, which immediately caused the fireflies to scatter, like candles in a storm. Roger was not okay either, it took a while for the dizziness to go away.
Roger laughed proudly, but before his laughter was over, he saw Temptress Moon rushing towards the cliff and jumping. Falling at a fast speed frightened Roger.
“Argh!!”
Along with the shout, Roger got up to sit down, sweat soaking the pillow. He gasped for breath, instantly not knowing if the dream was real, or if it was real or fantasy.
“Your Majesty Roger, what's with you?” A beautiful maid opened the door and entered, with a sleepy look and half-opened clothes. “You had a bad dream? Will I accompany you?” The waiter looked elegant.
Roger sat quietly, recalling the situation in the dream, he seemed to have realized something. He looked at the waiter, a purple-black mist flashed in his eyes. The waiter immediately groaned and nosebleed, then fell on the floor and fainted.
After the lightning, heavy rain flushed.
Shortly after canonization, Lille City issued a summoning order. Roger and the others set out for the royal capital to take office. After all, the current time the territory had been set up, everything was still on track. The war hammer iron ore that was issued probably had to be used in half, the rest could not be sold expensively, except for the cost of repairing the castle. The rest will be used for road repairs.
The winters in the mountains are still very cold. Heavy snowfall a few days ago turned the mountainous area white. The afternoon sun shone on the trees and became a circle of colorful light, like a crystal palace.
Over a hundred mercenaries Dragon and Beautiful Woman marched casually on the mountain exit. Seven months ago, they were not soldiers, but thugs. But after several fights between life and death, those who managed to survive were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles and kills without blinking an eye. Although the old habits were hard to change, they still looked like bandits, but they vaguely emitted killing intent.
People today judge others by appearance, so did the ancients. The mercenaries were already equipped with weapons and equipment. After a month of repairs in Cyrusburg and updating their equipment, everyone wore a dark red velvet robe, and a half-bronze vest hung on the front of the horse. This team of mercenaries so looked like ace knights, how could others have thought that they were only level three troops? The last fifty people in the line were wearing simple leather armor, carrying bows and arrows, following the mercenaries on foot. They were the mountain people summoned by Roger. The fat man is ready to train them.
Roger, who suddenly fell ill, was actually caused by a depletion of spiritual power. He still did not know if the night was a dream or reality. Three days later, his spiritual power had only recovered by half, but the fatty had mastered the mystery of the spiritual attack. At the moment the fat man was sitting on a warm train, enjoying treatment as a patient. It's just that the uneven road always wakes the fat guy from his sleep.
Today we finally arrived in Lille. The mercenaries and Kate went to the military headquarters to report. As an independent cavalry force, Roger and the others had their own small camp at the third knight station. Registering, receiving seal letters, receiving soldiers, taking equipment, making flags in the military, as well as other trivial things made some of the nobles complain.
The team's flag has tortured them twice. Initially Lance voluntarily ordered the flag. When he returned and unfolded, a woman riding on a dragon, with an angelic face and a demon-like body, who was fully exposed, made Franco appear furious.
After that, Roger went to war, and four days passed. Next to the graceful fairy dragon on the flag was a stunning poet, truly elegant and beautiful. But the more he looked, the more familiar Franco felt. She finally realized that this was the most popular girl in the biggest brothel, the Night Fairy, in Lille City. Once this flag is installed it may soon be taken down by the noble watchdog, not even Ofirok can protect them. Sighing, the already overwhelmed Franco had to take over the task of the team flag again. Everyone laughed wickedly and put on an expression ‘indeed it should be so’.
Due to his illness, Roger lacked self-awareness as a captain. Every day he hid in the room to train his spiritual power and magic power, as well as studying various books on undead magic. Most of the spells in undead magic are spells of various curses and summoning creatures. Necromancers can stimulate soul-like energy cores with their own magic power. Although the undead formed in this manner possessed ordinary combat power, fortunately it did not consume much magic power, nor could it receive a simple war order. Another way is to collect the living souls and attach them to the undead. The combat power of the undead formed in this way was closely related to the souls of the living, and possessed a certain wisdom. If it was the soul of a strong person, it would form an extremely powerful undead. At this moment Roger finally understood that the wisp of energy he felt in a dream turned out to be the soul of the undead. But it was indistinguishable whether it was made with magic or from a living soul.
The God energy that formed the Temptress Moon was the purest and most powerful soul energy. The Temptress Moon was a strange creature that should not exist.
That existence makes sense. An ancient philosopher once said that.
The plausibility of existence is that only new plausibility can exist. Someone argued.
Even if it doesn't make sense, as long as he exists, does it make sense?
Does that make any sense? And what is truth?
The fat man was dizzy.
“Even if it doesn't make sense, me and Temptress Moon are already here! Whoever bullshit me again, I'll stab him. Make it disappear, then see how he explains that law of reason!”
When the fat man was fighting with abstract thoughts in his room, a soldier directly walked into his room. Roger knows that he is one of the guardian knights under Kate's leadership. Looking at her bruised face, I don't know what made her so panicked.
“Your Majesty Roger, something is not right!”
“Speak slowly!” Roger shouted.
“Your Majesty Kate secretly brought dozens of Lion Heart knights to Casino ‘Devil’ Valley to gamble.” The young knight's face flushed red as he said this, but it was not clearly visible due to the bruising. “Either why, more than ten people from the second knight also gambled there. They knew us as the knights of the Lion Heart, so came to provoke and get beat up by us. Didn't expect them to call over a hundred people. Now that Boss Kate is stuck there, she's ordering me to come out and ask you for help.”
Roger immediately threw the book “Necromancer” World View in his hand, stood up and shouted, “Call the troops to gather! Take the stick, don't bring the sword! Oh yeah, don't wear military uniform too!”
The mercenaries of Dragon and Beautiful Woman have been tamed to the brim this month. As soon as they heard there was a fight, they moved quickly. Roger had only counted to fifteen in the small school field when the men and horses had gathered. So the group rushed to the casino.
Mercenaries–no, they were supposed to be called knights now– suddenly at the entrance of the casino and saw two burly men with fierce faces guarding the entrance of the casino, only allowing people to exit, and then they saw two burly men with fierce faces guarding the entrance of the casino, not by entering. Noble bastards have long been trained to be elites, how could it not be possible to see that something was wrong with it. Roger gave the order, twenty Dragon knights and the Beautiful Lady rushed forward and were ten on one. They immediately fought the doorman then rushed into the hall.
The hall was very spacious, but it was currently in a mess. There were a lot of big men inside, probably no more than 160 or 170 people. All the big men were wearing brown cloth shirts which were the jerseys behind the knight's armor. At this moment, everyone was besieging around the small door on the edge of the hall while shouting, but there was no movement inside, only Kate was guarding the door with a wooden weapon. As the big men approached, Kate tilted her body, let the front five people inside, and then held the door again. His wooden weapon dropped the three remaining large men. Inside the bustling, after a while, the silence returned. Five big men were thrown out, their vitals bruised.
After Roger and the others entered the hall, the big men rioted. A person who seemed to be the leader came out of the crowd and said loudly. “I am the captain of the second knight, Parsis. Where are you from? This was a private affair between the second knight and the first knight. Think carefully if you want to intervene.”
At this moment, the knight who brought Roger here whispered, “Parsis is a level eight knight. You must be careful. Fear the second knight reinforcements will come later, we must fight quickly.”
Roger asked in a low voice. “Did the second knight fight in recent years?”
The Lionheart Knight said, “It seems like he has never fought.”
Roger was relieved and shouted, “We are the independent armed forces of the third knight. Quickly release the person, then we will be fine!”
Parsis and the others laughed out loud. As the main knight, they always underestimated the other troops.
Roger's expression turned angry. Just as he was about to shout ‘hajar them’, Franco had already rushed to the front of Parsis, the three-inch stick in his hand aimed at Parsis' eyes. Parsis was surprised, he did not expect these people to start a fight just like that. He leaned back, Franco's wand going past his eyelids. Before he reacted, Franco quietly kicked his crotch, then Parsis rolled on the floor so as to avoid it. But is Franco so easy to fight? After that, he was about to hit the Parsis bloodline bag as well as the root of his happiness with a stick. Parsis rolled around on the floor agilely so Franco could not hit it. According to old legends, this mysterious eastern landmass has unique martial arts, among which there is underground kung fu. Parsis may have got his teachings.
The mercenaries of Dragon and Beautiful Woman were brave and ruthless. Despite not using swords, they had many ways to fight and save lives on the battlefield. The martial arts of orthodox knights were useless in this.
The second knight was completely trained. Over ten large men lined up in dense charge formations, rushed into the Dragon and Beautiful Woman formation, and knocked down several people in an instant. Then, a bright and transparent black sphere flew and exploded quietly. The spiritual vibration spread, it was a level three magic fear technique unleashed by Roger. All the big guys were instantly wiped out. The two who were determined not to be affected were instantly defeated by the Dragon knights and the Beautiful Woman.
When the great men of the second knight saw Roger was a witch, they thought he was easily defeated, then rushed in groups. Roger snorted, in front of everyone's eyes, he easily lifted a large gambling table weighing several hundred kilograms and threw it at the big men, breaking some of their ribs.
The casino was silent for a moment, everyone was sweating.
The body of the fat man that had been changed was filled with strength. He usually wears an armor weighing over 80 kilograms and can still move easily. It was just that his silat ability was mediocre, and the fatty was also less interested in practicing martial arts. When meeting with the master, he did not have the strength to resist.
Lance hid behind a pillar, aimed a crossbow and fired a short three-inch arrow, but this time there was an anesthetic. One by one the second knights fell.
Seeing the opportunity, Kate also brought the knights in the room to get out. At this moment the terrifying aura of the second knight had disappeared.
A black fog fluttered behind Roger, a skull appeared and caught a glimpse of him. Seeing that their side must have won, he retreated again.
In an instant, the Dragon and Beautiful Woman mercenaries defeated the second knight in a ganged manner, only Parsis still survived.
Franco's black hair was fluttering, his wooden stick drifting towards Exactly. Parsis rolled around, crawling and howling, unaware that he was rolling around Franco.
