The True Ancestor sat on the ground naked, unable to move. Although she wasn’t tall, she had a fascinating body figure. Her posture was extremely sexy.
Coupled with her special Enchant talent, most men would’ve jumped at her after seeing her.
Yet, Roland didn’t feel anything at all. He even wanted to laugh.
He had seen plenty of beautiful women. Not just the Life Goddess and the Goddess of Magic, even his Andonara was more charming than her.
Besides, both Andonara and Vivian had a luscious body figure and magnificent breasts.
He could never be attracted to a woman whose front was utterly flat.
As for the vampires’ Enchant ability, it was even less effective on him.
Most of the Lawful goddesses were more charming than the True Ancestor. Roland had remained poised even in front of them, not to mention an old woman with the appearance of a little girl.
But Roland stopped halfway and watched the True Ancestor keep breathing heavily. He didn’t feel too good either.
It wasn’t because he was physically exhausted, but because his mental power had been seriously worn out. If he kept on fighting, his mental foundation would probably be affected.
Mental foundation was very important to a Mage, just like the quality of bones mattered to a Warrior who trained their muscles.
Those Warriors would rather their flesh be cut ten times than let their bones be hurt once.
Roland was in a similar situation.
Mental foundation was very important to a Mage. There was no need to ruin it here. Even more importantly, he couldn’t kill her even if it were ruined. That was the problem.
Then he sat down too and took a spare magic robe out of his system Backpack.
The True Ancestor was quite furious to see that.
Her enemy had put on new clothes, yet she had to remain naked?
At this moment, whoever felt embarrassed would be losing… At least the True Ancestor thought so.
She struggled back to her feet and returned to her cabin, as if she wanted to search for clothes.
Roland, on the other hand, lay on the ground and intended to take a break.
The players didn’t need any sleep. Their stamina and mental power could be recovered when they took a break. It was one of their special abilities.
He seized the opportunity to search the environment for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon. What if the Nether God suddenly canceled the magic power shackles? While he thought about that, he found that the Nether God had appeared next to him at some point.
Roland rose and looked at her with an awful expression. “Can you cancel my magic power shackles now?”
“No.” The Nether God shook her head and pointed at the table before her. “Sit down and let’s talk.”
Roland stared at her and expressed his objection with silence.
At this moment, all he wanted was to return to Delpon and take a good rest.
Having fought for four days and nights, he was truly fatigued.
“Let’s sit down and have a chat.” The Nether God looked as cold as before, but she asked in an imploring tone, “Okay?”
Looking at the Nether God who appeared rather pitiful, Roland heaved a sigh and sat down at the table.
The Nether God sat down too.
The two of them simply sat without saying a word.
Very soon, the True Ancestor walked out of the cabin in a beautiful dress. It seemed rather plain, but the dress was made from the silk of the elves, which was quite expensive.
One might say that the dress was a low-profile luxury.
She glared at Roland the moment she came out.
After several minutes of rest, she was a lot more energetic than before.
Roland also looked back at her coldly.
At this moment, Roland had recovered some of his energy. He might not surely lose in a battle.
“Sit.” The Nether God patted the chair next to her.
The True Ancestor snorted and sat down next to her.
Then she kept glaring at Roland.
Before this day, she had hated Roland only because her friend perished at his hands, but at this moment, she hated him for personal reasons as well.
When they battled earlier, the attacks she suffered could only be described as devastating.
There was no telling where this man was from, but he had only aimed at her face and chest.
A dent was caused after every punch. Her breasts, which weren’t high in the first place, were razed countless times.
She had no doubt that she was as hideous as a demon when her face hadn’t recovered.
The True Ancestor was so angry that she squeezed his balls. But after the guy recovered, he simply hit her crotch with his knee.
That was an extremely sensitive region for women too. When she was hit for the first time, it was so painful that she instantly lost the ability to fight.
Then, Roland grabbed her legs while she was upside down and nearly ripped her apart from the middle.
Such attacks happened dozens of times during the four-day-and-four-night fight.
It was for that reason that they had been fighting more and more cruelly.
The True Ancestor could barely look back at the battle at this moment.
She couldn’t believe that there could be such vicious men in this world who can attack a beautiful girl like her so ferociously.
The man must be gay.
“You two make peace.” The Nether God looked around at them.
Roland sneered.
The True Ancestor snorted too.
“Make peace.”
Seeing that they didn’t look right, the Nether God grabbed the True Ancestor with her left hand and Roland with her right one, trying to make them shake hands.
Both Roland and the True Ancestor struggled. But the Nether God was a god, and her power was irresistible to mortals.
So, Roland could only watch his left hand touch the True Ancestor’s right hand.
Both the Nether God’s hand and the True Ancestor’s were warm and soft.
But Roland didn’t feel anything. He simply stared at the Nether God coldly and said, “Ms. Sophie, you can guide a horse to water but you cannot make him it drink. It’s impossible for the grudge between me and the True Ancestor of vampires to be resolved.”
Roland had no personal grudge against the True Ancestor.
He simply loathed the True Ancestor as a human being
In Roland’s eyes, vampires breeding humans was the same as humans breeding pigs.
So, Roland regarded the True Ancestor of vampires as a natural nemesis.
Of course he wanted his natural nemesis dead.
After hearing what Roland said, the True Ancestor looked at Roland with even more killing intent.
They hadn’t bonded at all, even after four days and four nights of fighting.
The Nether God turned back and looked at Roland. “We’re friends, so you need to listen to me.”
Roland took a deep breath. “We’re not friends, Ms. Sophie. A mortal isn’t qualified to be a god’s friend.”
“We are.” The Nether God gazed at Roland. “We gave each other presents.”
We gave each other presents? Oh, the Nether God’s War Scythe.
In return, he offered her Druid souls.
So that was it! Roland snorted. If she really considered herself his friend, would she have let him fight a lunatic for such a long time?
Although he didn’t die, he had suffered quite a
lot.
His testicles were still aching to this moment. He wondered if it would affect his sex life after he returned.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He took the Nether God’s War Scythe out of the system Backpack and dropped it on the table, before he said coldly, “I’ll give it back to you. I dare not be a god’s friend. Ms. Sophie, this isn’t how friends treat each other.”
Sophie stared at him with slightly wide eyes. She appeared rather helpless.
The True Ancestor, on the other hand, burst out in a rage. She jumped at Roland and tried to twist his neck, but halfway through the motion, she was gently pressed back to her chair by an invisible power. Naturally, it was the Nether God’s doing.
Still, the True Ancestor was so angry that her face was fully red. She felt not just hatred but also fury and disgust toward Roland.
“How could you have hurt the heart of such an innocent girl?” The True Ancestor’s voice was shivering with fury. “Do you know how hard it is for Sophie to acknowledge a friend?”
Roland snorted and completely ignored the True Ancestor.
Then he looked at the Nether God. “Ms. Sophie, can I leave now?”
Sophie was still staring at Roland with eyes as clear as water. The flowing ripples in her eyes seemed to suggest that there were a lot of things that she wanted to say, but on second look, they also didn’t seem to mean anything.
She was silent for a long time.
The True Ancestor roared from nearby, “Just get the hell out of here and stop breaking Sophie’s heart.”
Roland glanced at the True Ancestor and didn’t say anything.
After a long time, Sophie gently waved her hand, and an invisible power spread forth.
The power was gentle and warm.
Roland’s and the True Ancestor’s body parts on the grass slowly turned into gray spots of light and disappeared.
The blood disappeared too, and the grass became green again.
At the same time, Roland sensed that magic power was flowing in his body again.
He looked at the Nether God and the True Ancestor and left the Netherworld via teleportation.
It was impossible for him to kill the True Ancestor with the Nether God there. He might as well leave first.
After the blue light of teleportation flashed, the Nether God stared at the scythe that had been left on the table. A long time later, she wiped her eyes and lowered her head.
The True Ancestor stroked the Nether God’s back sympathetically and said in a low voice, “Don’t be sad. Men are just like that. They don’t understand women. Let’s just ignore him, okay?”
The Nether God shook her head. “It was my mistake. He can treat the gods equally. I shouldn’t have forced him like that.”
“He already pissed you off like that, yet you’re still defending him?” The True Ancestor was so angry that she felt a toothache.
The Nether God shook her head and looked at the War Scythe on the table .
The scythe floated and disappeared into a spatial crevice.
Roland teleported back to Delpon and felt much more comfortable breathing the fresh air of the main plane.
He walked a few steps, only to find that his body was full of strength and vigor.
After a brief daze, he remembered that the Nether God had indeed cast a special buff on him. Did she forget to retract it?
He checked the system menu and found that it was true.
The Nether God’s Protection: You’ve been enhanced with a subtle hint of godhood by the Nether God and will share some of her vitality. Your limbs can be infinitely regrown, and you will never die of old age, unless the Nether God cuts off her connection with you, or a stronger enemy does the same.
With such an ability, Roland would have boundless vitality even in human form.
He would hardly be killed by burst damage.
But Roland felt rather complicated and wasn’t really excited to acquire this marvelous technique.
“I was so harsh to her just now. She will probably retract the ability very soon.”
Roland kept walking to his manor. Exactly at that moment, the space around him shivered, and an item flew out of the spatial crevice and fell to the ground in front of Roland.
He thought it was an attack and was quite shocked.
Then, he discovered that it was the Nether God’s War Scythe.
It had followed him to this place.
Roland glanced at the artifact coldly and walked by.
But after he walked forward a few steps, the scythe suddenly flew toward Roland on its own.
Roland had been prepared for that. He instantly opened his Magic Shield.
Yet, the War Scythe easily cut apart Roland’s Magic Shield and hit his body.
He thought that he had to die this time, because of the Nether God’s fury and embarrassment.
However, the War Scythe disappeared the moment it touched him.
He touched his body and didn’t feel any wounds, but the scythe was already gone. Where was it?
Roland suddenly had an epiphany. He opened the system Backpack and did find the Nether God’s War Scythe in there. “Humph. Are you forcing me to take it?”
Roland took out the Nether God’s War Scythe and dropped it to the ground.
But the moment it landed, it automatically flew toward Roland again and appeared in the system Backpack.
Roland took it out and dropped it again, and it instantly returned to the system Backpack.
After a few more attempts, Roland gave up. “The Nether God is quite persistent.” Roland heaved a long sign and stopped trying to drop it.
In fact, Roland didn’t dislike the Nether God. She was a beautiful girl and not a bad goddess. He had no reason to hate her.
But Roland had his own pride as a player and a man.
He didn’t feel comfortable being bossed around by a girl.
It’s not like we’re that close to each other. That was roughly how he felt.
Roland took multiple days of rest after he returned to the manor. He had fun with Vivian several times and then resumed his magic studies.
What happened in the past days revealed a cruel truth to him: He was far from being a top fighter yet.
Someone like the Nether God didn’t even need to try too hard if they wanted him to do things against his will.
“I need to build the floating city as soon as possible. In the main plane, the floating city, as a source of magic power, can allow me to fight the gods and goddesses on their level.” Roland scribbled on paper and considered what he should work on. “I need to increase the capacity of magic power, but should I change the aspect of the spells that I’m going to modify?”
Roland was deep in thought.
He wasn’t capable of studying higher levels of divination spells yet. He had almost reached the limits of evocation magic. Next, he had to improve the damage and attack range of his evocation spells by improving his level and magic power capacity. Should he focus his attention on transmutation magic? There were a lot of interesting spells of transmutation magic, which might be very helpful to the construction of the floating city.
He soon decided to go to the Transmutation Magic Tower and learn their skills.
