Chapter 735 - The God’s Concession (1/2)

If any outsiders were here, they would only see a black mist.

However, the four people here could all see the Nether God’s face clearly.

The Nether God looked quite cute when she blinked her eyes, although her face was cold.

Roland wasn’t touched.

“Is it really non-negotiable?” The Nether God stared at Roland and spoke casually.

Roland shook his head.

The Nether God gazed at Roland expressionlessly.

The atmosphere got heavier and heavier.

Andonara had already laid her hand on Roland’s back and started writing with her finger.

Give me the sword.

There were always several weapons in Roland’s system Backpack, which wasn’t a secret to her.

Right when Roland was about to draw the sword from the system Backpack, the Nether God suddenly spoke.

“So I won’t let her come to the main plane again.”

After that, a black pillar of smoke that was almost concrete grew out of her “body” and tied the True Ancestor to her.

“As you demanded, she’ll never leave the Netherworld,” said Ms. Sophie casually. “So, you can stop trying to kill her.” After she said that, all three women were shocked.

A goddess had conceded in front of a human?

The True Ancestor of vampires, in particular, was so shocked that her face paled.

“Sister Sophie, you can’t do this to me. You can’t put guys over friends… Wu…”

Another pillar of black smoke quickly covered her mouth and stopped her from talking.

“Are you satisfied now?” Sophie looked at Roland.

“I will be, if she stays in the Netherworld forever.”

The Netherworld was a place where the deceased belonged.

If the True Ancestor was confined to the Netherworld forever, she would be no different from a dead person.

Truth be told, Roland could live with that.

“Remember your promise. She’ll stay in the Netherworld. When you come to the Netherworld, you must not attack her again.”

The True Ancestor struggled hard but couldn’t break free.

She could only utter meaningless syllables.

Roland nodded and didn’t say anything.

In fact, he was of a mind to say that he didn’t want to go to the Netherworld at all because it was a sh*thole to him. But on second thought, he would rather not sound aggressive and petty now that the Nether God had already conceded. So, he didn’t say that Then, a black portal opened, and the Nether God dragged the True Ancestor away.

After they returned to the Netherworld, Ms. Sophie removed the black smoke that covered the True Ancestor’s mouth and waist.

The True Ancestor finally could talk again. She touched her swollen lips and asked pitifully, “Sister Sophie, why did you give in to the wretched human? You are a goddess. Are you scared of him?”

“I’m too greatly suppressed in the main plane. I might not be able to beat the three of them.”

The True Ancestor was quite shocked. “How is that possible?”

“Nia is an angel and quite good at fighting. The woman with big boobs is named Andonara. She’s a descendant of Phoenix the Devil King and can suppress dark power. Although I belong to the Lawful alignment, the magic power I use is dark. As for Roland… His spells can already slaughter gods. Also, as a Golden Son, he cannot be killed. He knows how to enter the Netherworld too.”

“You’re scared of him because he knows god-slaughtering spells?” shouted the True Ancestor in confusion. “Many evil gods know god-slaughtering spells too, but you’re not scared of them, are you?”

The Nether God shook her head. “His god-slaughtering spells have a huge destructive radius.”

“How huge can it be?”

“The most powerful one has a destructive radius of fifty kilometers.”

“It’s just fifty meters…” The True Ancestor’s head trembled. “What did you say the radius is? Fifty kilometers?” “Yes, that’s our speculation.”

“That’s impossible.” The True Ancestor found it unbelievable. “So does that mean that he can easily destroy a city right now?”

“Yes. Even paradise cannot resist that kind of attack many times.”

The True Ancestor was truly shocked. After a long silence, she said, “Fine, I’ll just stay in the Netherworld and wait until he dies of old age.”

“He might never die of old age.”

“Why?”

“He’s almost a Legend. He may become one at any moment.”

The True Ancestor was instantly lost for words.

A Master-level Mage could already live almost two hundred years. The Legendary Mages could live more than three hundred years, because their souls went through qualitative changes and their vitality faded much more slowly.

Of course, their longevity depended on how much vitality they had when they became Legendary, or to put it more frankly, how old they were.

For someone who became Legendary as young as Roland, it wouldn’t be a problem for him to live several hundred years.

It wasn’t surprising for an old man in his seventies to live another hundred years when he became Legendary.

“Does it mean that I may have to spend the rest of my life in the Netherworld?” The True Ancestor couldn’t have looked more upset. “I don’t want that. This place is boring.”

“Then play more card games with me.”

“No, I won’t!” The True Ancestor covered her head with both hands, squatted, and complained, “It’s boring to play card games with you. You always cheat.”

“I don’t cheat.”

“You always draw the best cards. Isn’t that cheating?”

“I have fourteen points of Luck.” Most people only had five points of Luck. Ten points was the upper limit for humankind. What could fourteen points bring? Only those who had it knew.

Also, Luck was a predestined and unchangeable stats.

Hearing that, the True Ancestor who still held her head became even more bummed.

No wonder she never won a single card game against the Nether God.

On the other hand, Roland bid farewell to Nia and Andonara and then came to the Wind Hermit Guild’s base.

Very soon, someone let him in.

In the meeting room, Barbion was still studying the map. Roland walked to him and asked, “Are you studying how to beat the boss?”.

“No, I’m studying business routes,” replied Barbion with a smile. “More and more cities have magic arrays now. Some of the old business routes are no longer cost-effective. I’m planning to replace or optimize them.”

“Awesome. I don’t know how to do business at all.”

“The richest player claims that he doesn’t know how to make money. Don’t you think that’s too hypocritical?” Barbion said jokingly. “Have you finished your thing?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Then why don’t you stay in our base for the night? We have spare rooms.”

Roland shook his head with a smile. “Thank you for your kindness. I have a house in this place too.”

“Right, I forgot that the lord of Wetland City belongs to F6,” said Barbion. “How can you possibly be landless here?”

“I’ll just take a rest in my house and meet you tomorrow morning.”

Barbion nodded. “Okay… Wait a moment.”

Roland was about to leave. Hearing that, he turned around and looked at the guy in confusion.

“Have you ever heard about the Anti-F6 Alliance?”

“Well, I don’t know about that.” Roland was interested. “But I’ve indeed been harassed by some players in secret. I don’t know who they are or work for.”

“I don’t know many of the details,” Barbion thought for a moment and said. “But I was told that they’re led by a very rich guy. They’re very mysterious and highly secretive. I only learned the news by accident.”

Roland slightly heaved a sigh. “Thank you very much, Barbion.”

Although it wasn’t much, he was still given some useful information.

One could never learn enough information. This piece of information might come in handy someday.