After destroying the grotesque nightmare, Rogue decisively withdrew from the current fusion state, and the few black tentacles covering his body also disappeared.
At this moment, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
The effect of his only talent, Soul of Hei, after being enhanced again was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.
He never expected that after the fusion of the main body and the clone, he would be able to choose a major authority to make a qualitative improvement and reach a power close to that of a true God!
In this state, he is almost comparable to the Devouring Pseudo-God Odoan whom he had met before, or even better!
Because Odogan was controlled by the devouring power of the true god level, while Rogge was able to control this power perfectly and freely.
Of course, the consumption is also very high.
In just a short while, almost 80% of the combined strength of Rogge and Heisatan was consumed.
If we continue at this speed, even with the huge power of faith as the basis for consumption, it would be difficult for Rogge to maintain this state.
At most it will take about a day.
This really wasn't him in Versailles.
With such strength, it is easy to defeat a low-level demigod with just a wave of the hand.
But if you are facing a being of the same level, even someone like Odogan, it would be very tricky.
The vitality of the high-ranking ranks is very tenacious, and the difference in strength is not big. Under the premise that there are no special circumstances, it is possible to fight for ten days or half a month, not to mention a day...
"I still have a floating clone slot. Perhaps when the three bodies merge into one, there may be a bigger surprise..."
Roger thought to himself.
If just two bodies combined into one can unleash such power, what if there are three demigod bodies
He was quite looking forward to it.
After recovering to his original state, he looked at the remaining body and relics of the grotesque nightmare demon and couldn't help but frown.
This thing is at least a demigod level, but after it fell, it didn't even explode into demigod embers...
After a little deduction, he finally understood the reason.
Strictly speaking, the grotesque nightmare demon cannot be considered a qualified demigod. At best, he is a patchwork monster. Even the Master of Desolation, who is completely eroded and controlled by the power of authority, cannot be considered a demigod.
Trash, expelled from the God club.
Rogge picked up the two relics silently.
To be honest, he had thought about taking over the body before.
After all, although this thing is a bit ugly, it is still a demigod after all.
But now it seems that it is better not to occupy this kind of stitched monster-like body, otherwise there is a high probability that it will be damaged by the power of the body.
Because this thing is inherently unstable. The grotesque nightmare demon is driven by the instinct of normal evolution and can naturally withstand it, but it is not certain if a normal soul is put in it.
[Weird Mouthpiece]
[Type: Special Item]
[Quality: Red]
[Special Effect: After the user swallows this bizarre mouthpiece, it will replace the mouthpiece of your body. When you speak in the future, your words will be filled with a strong sense of bizarre nightmares.]
[Negative effect: Your mouthpiece will be at risk of losing control. ]
[Note: Your mouth may not cause any harm to your body, but that doesn't mean it can't hurt you. Be careful... Trouble comes from the mouth! ]
Rogge took a look at it and put it away.
Not only does this thing have a strange name, but its appearance is also quite disgusting.
Because this thing is really a dark-colored but colorful pointed tongue and throat, which is still trembling constantly and obviously has life.
The tongue was waving wildly, as if it wanted to say something.
But obviously, having a mouthpiece and tongue alone is not enough. If you want to speak, you also need lips, teeth and jaws. It would be strange to be able to speak by clapping with the air...
This thing is powerful and can enable people to control some bizarre nightmares, but the side effects are equally powerful.
It's a powerful double-edged sword... Keep it for collection.
[Twisted Nightmare Moment]
[Type: Special Item]
[Quality: Purple]
[Explanation: The reason why it is classified as a special item is entirely because of its hardness that far exceeds that of other materials, which enables this stone carving to preserve a piece of information from who knows how many years ago.]
Compared with the grotesque mouthpiece, this thing is much simpler. To put it bluntly, it is just a stone carving.
After staring at it for a moment, Rogge looked a little surprised, and soon understood what was engraved on it.
The above information all comes from Nightmare Authority Mena, and it carries His breath!
After realizing this, he quickly began to read the information carefully.
However, the content left on the stone carvings made him frown slightly and feel a little confused.
Because he couldn't quite understand it.
This is not to say that Rogge doesn't understand the language of the gods on the original continent.
The embodiment of authority at that time, that is, gods, communicated with each other without the use of language or writing.
The way they communicate with each other is similar to a special "divine thought", and creatures who have reached a high enough level can understand the meaning...
Therefore, what is left on this stone carving is not the words carved by Mena, but the "divine thoughts" left by him.
But even Rogge met the reading requirements.
The divine information given above is still extremely chaotic, a bit like the nonsense of a madman. If it is a low-level creature, let alone reading it, even touching it may be corroded and contaminated.
However, there are some relatively normal thoughts from time to time.
The emotions expressed are probably pain, regret, determination, etc.
"Mena has done his best for Mepros."
Roger said silently in his heart.
If his guess was correct, this should be Mena expressing his longing for his creator Mepros and some other emotions.
Due to the evolution of the world, the authority of Mepros was dispersed, so Mena had to disperse the authority of Mepros and become the embodiment of Nightmare's authority.
But this means that the relationship between the two can never go back to the way it was before.
Mepros obviously knew this, but Mena seemed abnormal because of the influence of the nightmare power.
But he still did not regret his decision, and even played an indispensable role in the final battle...
Shaking his head and thinking for a moment, Rogge put these trivial thoughts aside for the time being.
He looked at the dream spiral in the sky.
At the top of the dream spiral, there were still sounds of talking and laughing, as well as a slightly special smell coming from it.
After several jumps, Rogge arrived at the top of the dream spiral.
As a man who controlled the mysterious power, he quickly felt the restrictions around him and the turbulent power within them, and he eliminated them with a simple move of his hand.
Then, Rogge saw a scene that made him silent.
In the extremely rich dream, the figure of Mepros and his friends lived here intact.
Sennavia, Inoto, Sari, Rennes and even Mena...
They were talking and laughing, having fun...
The whereabouts of Mepros is unknown, and he is likely dead.
However, the most beautiful scenes in his imagination were preserved in this bizarre and strange sea of dreams in the form of a special dream.
Just as Rogge withdrew his gaze and prepared to leave.
The cloud-like little dream ball in the dream suddenly turned its head as if it sensed something and looked in the direction where he was...
Wild sea.
A tall statue with its body and face covered by a long robe stands on the top of the island, overlooking the huge tribal city below.
In this city formed by several tribes, the emblem of the hunting tribe is particularly bright, and the oath stone made of special materials is particularly dazzling in the sun.
And under this huge oath stone, there are countless bloody handprints.
"Mighty Hunting Chieftain Bladewind, I swear to be loyal to you and your tribe, to join your empire, and to honor you as the only emperor of this wild sea..."
The last beastman chief pressed his palm on the stone of oath, leaving a bloody handprint before slowly retreating.
"From today on, the Hunting Patriarch, the most powerful person in this sea, the one favored by God... and the first emperor of the Hunting Empire to be born... Blade Wind, will lead everyone to greatness and prosperity..."
The priest at the side loudly proclaimed the oath of the establishment of the empire.
Beside him, the tall and burly Ren Feng, whose imposing manner was growing day by day, calmly glanced at all the clan leaders below.
Anyone who was swept by his gaze, whether they were orcs, demihumans, or other races, did not dare to look him in the eye. They could only lower their heads obediently and listen quietly to the priest's oath.
As if he felt that the priest's process was too complicated or he did not hear what he wanted, Ren Feng frowned and raised his hand slightly to signal him to stop talking.
When the priest saw this, his voice suddenly stopped. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and finally said nothing.
Obviously, this was not part of their plan. Ren Feng acted on impulse and it was against the rules.
However, Ren Feng, who founded his country by force, obviously didn't care about these red tapes. He only cared about one thing...
“… This is a wild sea.”
Blade Wind spoke slowly.
When he was speaking, there was not even the slightest unusual sound from the dark crowd below, which was enough to show how terrifying his power was.
"We come from different races and possess different talents..."
"We use sharp stones as blades, hunt giant monsters, catch sea beasts, eat raw meat and drink blood, fight on our own, our life span is determined by heaven, and whether we have enough food depends on luck..."
"A few years ago, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this..."
“Until I met the Servant of God.”
"He saved my life and the life of my brother, and brought me God's revelation, pointing out the direction for me to move forward, so that I could lead this wild sea area out of barbarism and hardship and towards civilization."
Having said that, Ren Feng's face became solemn, with an extremely determined look in his eyes.
“So, I built this empire.”
"But the reason why the empire was established was because of our great god, the Lord of the Black Tide."
"As long as we offer our faith, our Lord will grant us the power to cultivate, the art of building, and more..."
"And the current border of the empire will never be the end!"
Ren Feng looked at the boundless sea with a sharp gaze and slowly opened his arms.
"Under the guidance of the Lord of the Black Tide, we will move towards a greater path!"
…
As the main body of the Lord of the Black Tide, Rogge naturally knew about the establishment of the Hunting Empire.
After all, Blade Wind was transformed by his own purified demigod blood.
Rogge expected that with such physical talent and strong will, he would be able to sweep across the entire Savage Sea in just a few years.
After Roger woke up from Mopros' dream, he actually looked at his condition.
At that time, Blade Wind was already preparing to establish an empire...
After the establishment of the empire.
Naturally, this means that Rogge will have one more territory to provide faith.
This is undoubtedly a good thing for Rogge, who has the ability of fusion.
However, good things are good things. Roger's current attention is not on Blade Wind, but his eyes are looking at the "small cloud" in front of him.
"Mepros? You are not dead?"
Roger was a little surprised.
Just when he was about to leave, the Mepros in the dream suddenly called him, and it didn't seem like a dream within a dream.
"You can say that, but it will be soon..."
In response, Mepros just shook his head and spoke very calmly.
"This..." Hearing this, Rogge frowned and was about to ask something when Mopros spoke first.
"There's no need to say more about this. I don't care about life or death. Death may make me feel better..."
After saying this calmly, Mepros went straight to the point.
"You should have used the thing I left behind and seen that history, right?"
There was certainty in Mepros' tone.
After a moment's silence, Roger nodded.
It seems that the Monument of the Whisperer of Mepros did not appear in the cave by chance.
"Who is the creator of the cave, and what is the relationship between you and Him?"
He directly raised this biggest question, hoping that Mepros could answer it.
"Sorry, I can't tell you that." Mopros shook his head and said, "But you will know the answer."
Roger frowned.
Judging from Mepros's character, he would not hide himself just to maintain the so-called "sense of mystery".
Then there is probably only one reason why I can't tell you...
At this moment, Mepros seemed to have encountered some unexpected situation. He paused and then sighed: "Enough of the idle talk. I don't have much time left."
"You also saw my broken anchor, a symbol of my limited time."
"When my last bit of strength is exhausted, the threat will come again, and the beautiful dream will turn into a terrible nightmare..."
"After my death, the world will move into a new stage of evolution."
"Then..."
Having said this, Mopros' words suddenly stopped, and then the small dream ball controlled by him returned to its original position, and no matter how Rogge shouted, there was no response.
"Oh no… "
It was obvious that Mepros had run into sudden trouble, and he didn't even have time to finish his words.
This made Rogge feel helpless. This guy didn't know how to pick out the key points.
After sighing, Roger pressed the game menu.
After seeing the readable archive file inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now you have to tell the whole story."
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