Chapter 613 - Men from the Nether God Church (2/2)

The mayor was lost in thought.

“Looks like you know something?”

“We have five from other realms in town, is it possible that they did this?” the mayor said after some thought.

“Take me to them.” The elven woman quirked an eyebrow. “Can you?” “Of course, no problem. Anlor, take Isabella to those five new friends.” After shouting outside, the mayor looked at the elven woman and said expectantly, “Isabella, since you’ve come here, when this is over, go home and have a meal. Your mother misses you and I haven’t seen you for a long time. Even the Nether God Church doesn’t forbid affection,

right?”

Isabella looked at the mayor for a moment and finally nodded slightly.

The mayor smiled. “I only tried on two sets of clothes, the fabric is really nice. The remaining two sets are for you, and the last one is for your mother.”

At this time, Anlor came in, and Isabella said slowly, “Is it okay to ask Mother make some dried meat soup?” “No problem at all.” The mayor was about to jump up and down with joy.

Anlor then left with Isabella and the three others who had been silent.

…Leaving the mayor still giggling in the room. After another four hours, Roland hadn’t gathered any better information. The rumors about the vampire’s True Ancestor were all the same.

The second most beautiful woman in the Netherworld.

Black hair and dark golden eyes.

Living in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, followed by countless bats.

Wait!

Looks like we’ll have to find time to take a trip to the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss. Honestly, Roland was trying to gather more information before going to the opponent’s lair.

It was too reckless to rush over without knowing anything.

Even if players didn’t die, the heartache of losing EXP once would kill them.

Since he couldn’t gather any better information, he went back to the house to rest and browse the forums only to find that in front of his house, five people were waiting.

Anlor, who had brought them here, and four religious people wearing black linen robes.

Roland’s eyes swept over these people. Apart from Anlor, there was an elven beauty and three humans with worn looks on their faces.

The expressions of the elven beauty and the other three humans didn’t seem too friendly.

Roland was ready to fight. But he still asked, “What, Mr. Anlor, you brought people here… to see me?” “They are the ones who want to find you.” Anlor stepped to the side while giving a sideways glance, indicating that the elven woman was one who was in charge.

Roland’s eyes fell on the female elf, Isabella.

“What is it you want from me, pretty lady?”

“It’s you!” Isabella slowly drew out the long sword at her waist. “The smell of our Gatherer remains on you.”

Roland’s reaction speed was quite fast.

The other person was religious, said the word Gatherer, and was hostile.

It was reasonable to assume that the other party was a follower of the Nether God Church. He had just “killed” a Soul Gatherer and he didn’t expect the other side to come to his door so quickly.

“The Soul Gatherer was trying to drag my soul away.” Roland stepped back slowly, his robes beginning to bulge slowly, and after five steps back, his robes were fluttering loudly. “Does that mean that there’s no reasonable self-defense?”

Listening to Roland’s rhetorical question, Isabella felt her body stiffen a little.

She was not shocked by Roland’s words, but by Roland’s terrifying magic power.

The Soul Gatherer had a weakness. Even if one wasn’t a professional, as long as they closed their eyes and emptied their mind when they encountered the Soul Gatherer, they could easily be immune to the Soul Gatherer’s mental spells.

At the same time, taking a long weapon and swinging it around would easily take out the Soul Gatherer.

This weakness was known to many, but not many people in the entire Netherworld would dare to kill the Soul Gatherers; after all, this was the territory of the Nether God.

They had to give her some face.

However, a Soul Gatherer was indeed killed and its light feathers were taken away.

She thought Roland had only taken out the Soul Gatherer through trickery, but when she saw this terrifying magic power, she knew she was out of luck.

“You’re trying to start a war with the Nether God Church?” Isabella roared. “Facing us with murderous intent?”

Roland laughed coldly. “You’ve drawn your sword, but you won’t allow me to make some preparations?”

He had already decided to just fire an Inferior Fireball and blast the neighborhood away whenever the other side dared to make a move.

Anyone religious was more bigoted.

Him and the others getting rid of a Soul Gatherer, in the view of outsiders, was just self-defense and shouldn’t be a problem.

But in the eyes of religious people, this was wrong.

God wants to kill you, and you dare to resist?

Why don’t you just lie down and wait to get stabbed!

Looking at Roland’s appearance, the three humans behind Isabella immediately scattered and surrounded Roland in a triangle formation.