I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 344: Breakthrough

……

The entrance to the checkpoint.

The originally bustling Black Blood Army had long since disappeared.

As previously detected by Slander Wolf.

They retreated collectively to the sampan platform at Transfer Station 1.

Just a glimpse from afar.

Roger sensed trap after trap and barrier.

It seems that the unfavorable appearance of the Destruction Pool has caused the Black Blood Army to be highly vigilant.

They display a very defensive stance.

Anyone trying to get close to that platform without a sound is much harder.

Roger's words.

It will be slightly simpler.

But this time.

He wasn't going to play the silent sneak trick.

Right now, Roger started sneaking casually.

Led by the Slander Wolf.

Begin walking through the maze-like environment surrounding the checkpoint.

There is still some distance between the transfer stations.

Roger is not walking fast.

On the one hand.

He is observing the true state of the Black Bloods from a distance.

On the other hand.

Yes, he still has some business to deal with.

……

First.

Just leaving the platform of the Pool of Destruction.

Roger found Ji Qiu through voice transmission.

"If everyone is resting, go to the checkpoint.

Watch out for the greasy army here.

Their leader has been killed by me.

But there are many ordinary monsters.

These greasy monsters form invaluable chunks of whale oil when they die.

These supplies must be collected.

But be careful not to confuse them.

It will eat dead people..."

After a thorough explanation.

Roger took his attention away from the elite group.

Facing Roger's barrage of words.

Ji Qiu held back for a long time and only replied:

"Lord Sovereign, what about you?"

Roger said:

"I'll go next door."

Heard this.

Ji Qiu didn't make a sound anymore.

I don't know if it's because he didn't practice his sound transmission skills properly.

Or he already knew what was going to happen next.

……

Second.

While walking.

Roger's attention was mostly on the newborn pet.

"Missing" is no bigger than a palm.

A very thin elf.

Compare with chubby Cindy.

This kid is so skinny!

Perhaps that's why.

It easily stirred Roger's affection.

From the outside.

It has big eyes and very nice double eyelids.

More aura than a celestial elf.

Its temperament is gentle and quiet.

Gives a timid feeling.

Honestly.

Roger has never been able to associate such looks with the word "naughty".

Perhaps he felt Roger's fiery gaze.

Missing shrinks her neck in fear.

Suddenly.

It babbles.

It turned into a white belt wrapped around Roger's waist.

Roger touched.

The texture and feel are very good.

"Unfortunately it can't be used as a storage device..."

When he thinks so.

I miss the weak voice in my ear:

"Master..."

"You don't have to keep staring at me, I'm good."

"No trouble."

Listen to that gentle voice.

Roger just felt like his heart was going to melt.

Now he strokes the white belt gently.

Soothed softly:

"Don't be afraid, I believe in you..."

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"Hint: Your pet naughty spirit has +1 favorability to you"

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See this line of text.

Roger quietly moved his hand away.

In the blink of an eye.

A hidden aura covered the belt.

This is the shallowest and most hidden way to activate Wan Poison Gang.

I didn't even notice that I "missed" myself.

"I really believe you have a ghost!"

Roger sneered:

"This is a naughty spirit born in Mystra..."

"No matter how pitiful I am, I have to guard against it!"

……

Ensures that the Naughty Spirit is within the protection range of the Poison Gang and won't get into trouble.

Roger turned his final attention to the holy sword in his hand.

After leaving the gate.

Griffith remained silent.

This guy seems to want to avoid the liquidation by pretending to be an ostrich.

It's a pity.

Roger is not that easy to fool.

He follows the slanderous wolf to the border of the sampan area.

Next.

He found a 'stash' in the back of a cargo box.

Then stares intently at Griffith.

He doesn't speak either.

Just look at it.

Finally.

Griffith was horrified, and actively whispered:

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you want to eliminate distractions?"

"I'm not really..."

Roger smiled slightly:

"Before eliminating distractions, I suddenly remembered that I still have a few bills to settle with you."

Griffith said angrily:

"I have a hard time..."

"Shut up!"

Roger said arrogantly.

Griffith was silent.

Roger flicked the edge of the holy sword with his index finger with great interest.

With a soft thud.

A clear bloodstain was drawn on the back of his finger.

"It's still so sharp..."

Roger sighed.

Next second.

He said solemnly:

"You hurt me, so this is the account?"

Griffith is stunned:

"You you you..."

"I've never seen such a cheeky... forget it..."

"I don't know how to settle accounts! You can do whatever you want, right?"

When it comes to the last sentence.

His tone was full of helplessness and sadness.

Roger pondered for a moment.

Suddenly said:

"Why are you so afraid of me this time?"

He had actually noticed Griffith's anomaly long ago.

It stands to reason.

This fellow is an immortal holy sword.

Even if Roger is about to ascend.

He doesn't have to talk to himself in such a servile manner, does he?

The current Griffith is compared to the previous high pig sword.

Like a fairy falling from a cloud to hell.

It is easy to make people have bad associations——

Don't get me wrong.

Roger simply wondered if he was the real Griffith!

……

"Where, how can there be..."

Griffith stammered:

"I treat you, no, my attitude toward you has always been pretty good, right?"

"I'm not afraid of you either."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

"Is that afraid of my hand?"

Speaking.

His right hand quickly ravaged Griffith wantonly.

"Please don't touch it, it's itchy..."

Griffith said angrily:

"Your hand of intellect has no effect on me!"

Roger makes an 'oh'.

Going back and opening another feat.

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"Hint: You are using 'Gold and Silver Hand (Freehand Forging)' on the holy sword Griffith"

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"This material is really good..."

"It would be sharp if it was snapped down as a toothpick, right?"

Roger's menacing hand slid recklessly over Griffith.

"Please, please stop..."

Griffith's voice sounded soft.

He said in an almost begging tone:

"I really need your help!"

"It's better for you to deal with the scavenger than that stupid apprentice of yours and that stupid blond girl with questionable origins!"

"Listen, Roger, I changed my attitude towards you only because of the scavenger, you don't understand how horrible it is, the conditions on the moon are probably worse than I thought!"

"If we don't get rid of the scavengers, then everything in Mystra will be meaningless!"

"Do you understand?"

Roger shook his head like a rattle:

"I don't understand."

"The scavenger you're talking about, when it wakes up, it swallows Mystra?"

Griffith sighed:

"Almost..."

"Probably not that bad, but not much better."

"Anyway, we must not revive the scavenger."

"We may be the strongest team on this planet. You and I shouldn't be fussy about each other, but we should abandon our previous hatred and work together."

Roger smiled softly:

"You're right."

"I don't care that you violated our agreement. After 30 years of free food and drink, not only did I eat almost all the biological assets of Qingquan Sect, but I also **** kidnapped my apprentice..."

"But you have to answer me some questions-

……

How much memory did you recover?

Why did Mystra destroy the Golden House?

How much do you know about the reincarnation of Mystra?

As her sword.

How much do you know about her?

Finally.

The Forbidden Spell.

What the **** is going on?

……

The above questions.

You can answer slowly.

I am very patient.

In the face of these questions.

I suddenly feel less rush to remove distractions. "

……

Roger has his trademark gentle smile.

The silent Griffith seems to have come to the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

It's been a long time.

He replied with difficulty:

"I haven't recovered much of my memory, the memory of the scavenger has always existed."

"As for Mystra, I'm sorry, I only remember that I once followed a god, but I still don't remember if that **** was Mystra."

"And the Forbidden Curse..."

"If you do get me the scavenger, then I'll tell you everything I know, no omissions!"

Griffith's tone was sincere and sincere.

"I hope that in front of the life of the entire planet, you can not care so much..."

"I hate moral kidnapping."

Roger gripped the blade hard.

The sound of zizizi came out.

In Griffith's cries of pain.

The blade of the holy sword was twisted by about 0.5 degrees!

"But I promise you I'll kill the scavenger for you."

Roger said lightly:

"After the event is completed, remember your commitment, otherwise it will not be as simple as breaking the bend."

"I will completely melt you."

Griffith didn't dare to breathe:

"Totally understand."

"Okay."

The cold temperament faded in a breath.

Roger's face returned to the smile:

"Agreement is one thing, settlement is another."

"Let's get into the happy accounting session."

"According to my calculations."

"You now owe me or Qingquan 1 million pigs..."

Griffithton was shocked:

"Didn't I only eat 100,000 head?"

"And add your savvy over the past 30 years."

Roger said with a smile:

"And I also cleaned up the mess you caused by running away. Do you have to count the cost?"

"Also, given inflation..."

Griffith was shocked again:

"Do pigs swell too?"

Roger ignores him.

Muttered to myself and calculated it.

Finally, a conclusion is drawn:

"Next you have to protect the mountain for 1,000 years for the Qingquan Sect for free."

"During this period, you can eat whatever they give you. Whether you have meat or not depends on your performance."

"Here."

"You sign this contract first."

Pop.

An unequal treaty written by a professional contractor was slapped directly on Griffith's face.

The latter shivered.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wants to see.

How much Griffith can tolerate himself!

"If things are abnormal, there will be demons."

"This guy is so weird, maybe there's something waiting for me... I have to save more!"

Roger was ready for Griffith to turn his back at any time.

Who knows this guy is after seriously examining the contract.

Really signed my name on it!

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"The Sword of Ashes: Griffith Mystra"

……

At the time of signing the name.

Roger couldn't help but glance at him.

Griffith was also slightly taken aback.

"Then, then I should, I did follow Lord Mystra at the beginning..."

His voice wasn't awkward.

But Roger was embarrassed for him.

"Forget it."

"This kind of unequal treaty has been signed. This is a contract with the will of purgatory. Even an immortal holy sword can't violate it. It's huge."

Roger thought.

While signing his name on the contract.

After the contract is formed.

Griffith breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity it didn't take long for him to relax.

Roger patted his sword hilt unexpectedly:

"It's just a public account."

"We still have some personal grudges..."

Griffith gave himself up:

"Forget it."

"As long as you can help me get the scavenger..."

"It's up to you!"

"It's up to you!"

Roger coughed.

He nodded happily:

"Don't worry.

Don't look at the pile of devils under my hands.

Actually, I'm pretty decent myself.

It will never depend on you for a penny..."

A moment later.

When Griffith, who had signed two deeds, walked out of the box in a daze.

Roger has disappeared.

But instead.

It's a bunch of yellow hair fluttering in the wind and showing a lot of anger.

……

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"We have a traitor!"

Black Blood Base.

A small conference room in the simulator warehouse.

Othello and Johnny are arguing red-faced.

The former insisted that the "Black Curse 648" lied.

The latter sees it differently.

The Fallen Magician said seriously:

"You have to trust my mind, our people have no problem with loyalty..."

Speaking of which.

He paused.

Then sighed very hard:

"You have to admit, we were tricked."

"And that person may be right next door to us."

Johnny's meaning is obvious.

The "Black Curse Group 648" who mixed in with them is probably one of the group of martial artists next door!

"His methods are too covert."

"We haven't been able to identify the problem yet."

Johnny shook his head:

"And I always have an uneasy feeling that Monroe died so strangely, this place is so evil!"

Othello stared sharply:

“So what?”

"Are you just retreating like this?"

"We didn't even find what we wanted, and the personnel were not damaged, so we just retreated?"

Johnny is silent.

After a while.

He suddenly looked happy.

Then he took out a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.

The crystal ball gradually expanded.

Eventually it became the size of a pumpkin.

A calm face emerges from the surface of the crystal ball.

Compared to his poise.

His background is much more complicated.

Othello and Johnny saw at least a thousand tentacles dangling behind him!

……

"Villan... finally got in touch with you."

Fallen Magician Johnny whispered:

"We had a bit of trouble with Moby Dick, Monroe was dead and we couldn't even save the Horcrux."

In a crystal ball.

Willan nodded slightly:

"I see."

"It's true that there are a lot of variables, I'm guessing you've met some martial artists above the sky?"

Johnny nodded convincingly:

"Indeed."

"There is also an upgraded martial artist, but we haven't fought yet..."

"By the way, we were attacked by a sinister sword before, and that sword is very similar to the Sword of Ashes you mentioned."

Johnny and Veran are eager contacts here.

Othello, the swordsman over there, folded his arms and said nothing—

……

Inside the Salvation Society.

Also divided into many factions.

Vylan is a spellcaster with only level 89.

Although the attainment of evil spells is very advanced.

He also received titles such as 'Dominator' and 'Archmage'.

However, there is some internal criticism about having him serve as vice president.

Like Monroe.

This fellow mage has been displeased with Veran.

It's just that the Salvation Society has strict internal rules.

He hasn't had a chance to make a move.

Another example is Othello.

He is also dissatisfied with Veran's relatively low-ranking but high-ranking position.

But Othello's mind goes deeper.

At one point he suspected that Veran was hiding his strength.

Otherwise, the utilitarian leader of the Salvation Society wouldn't have defied public opinion to let him serve as vice-president.

So in the past.

Othello is still barely neutral.

But after Mystra.

Because of the shock of losing the president of the Salvation Society.

After a few tries.

Othello lost all respect for Veran.

He didn't take Veran's words as holy as Johnny did.

Especially in this situation.

……

"Maybe Monroe was killed by him."

"I have to be careful too."

Othello thought coldly:

"None of these spellcasters are good, I'll see what advice Willan will give us..."

In between thoughts.

Vilan's calm tone came from the crystal ball:

"Evacuate everyone!"

"Don't hesitate."

"I'm afraid you're in big trouble!"

Heard this.

Othello couldn't help but stand up:

"Evacuate? To put it lightly? This is a task issued by the president himself, and it is just like this. Who will take the responsibility?"

Whelan's tone is slightly messy:

"The responsibility is of course your own."

"The president's punishment will not cost you your life."

"But I'm afraid the troubles to come..."

Speaking.

His spell communication was suddenly interrupted for a moment.

It's been a long time.

The screen returned to calm.

"Got it, I'll think about it."

Johnny nodded cautiously:

"That's right."

"What's the situation on your side?"

"Why do I see so many tentacles?"

On the screen.

Vilan said without looking back:

"It's nothing, I'm negotiating with the ancients..."

"You call this negotiation?"

Johnny said, dumbfounded:

"If I'm not mistaken, that ancient evil creature is about to be killed by you, right?"

Whelan is silent.

Othello couldn't help but leaned over:

"Is this your true strength, Veran?"

Whelan smiled:

"No, these are illusions."

"Good luck."

Speaking.

The spell communication has come to an end.

Only Johnny and Othello are left looking at each other.

"Then..."

"Evacuate, or continue?"

Johnny asked, clearing his throat.

Othello snorted:

"As you wish, my troops and I will not leave anyway!"

The voice falls.

Suddenly there was a sound of panicked footsteps outside!

"What's wrong?"

Othello frowned.

He grabbed the person by the collar and held it in the air:

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"No, sir!"

"There's a furry kobold outside!"

"Kobold?"

Othello is weird.

In the peripheral vision.

The figure of the Fallen Magician Johnny disappeared without a trace!

Othello's heart skipped a beat.

He was about to drop the human body.

Next second.

A terrifying gust of wind blows flat.

The house where the simulator was installed was blown away.

A figure was swept away by the gust of wind towards the shadowy figure with shoulders as tall as a mountain not far away!

Even Othello himself barely resisted for a while.

Not long.

He was sucked into the phantom's mouth!

Screams.

The sky is shaking!

……

"Record: You have activated the external incarnation of Daoist Huangbeard"

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"You have enabled the feat: Spiritual Body"

……

"You consumed 1 drop of secondary divine oil, and you used Tengu's specialty 'Swallowing the Sun'"

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"Swallowing the Sun: You devoured 16,124 Black Blood Army..."

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"The property fragment is being calculated..."

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"You killed the Sword Saint Othello (God Practitioner/ Sword Saint/LV99/Elite)"

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"Execution Order: Your Sword Saint Status +0.04"

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"Juggernaut Personality: You can gain excess benefits in the practice and battle of the Juggernaut.

+50% Charisma when you use a sword;

You are familiar with the origin and main points of most swordsmanship and swordsmanship (knowledge: swordsmanship 400+);

When someone, especially a teenage girl, is watching.

Your understanding of swordsmanship will be improved;

If and only if a sword is used as a weapon.

As long as your reaction is fast enough.

You can 'block' 99% of your attacks with your sword.

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You gain the Random Person feat - Hand to Hand"

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"Empty hand to hand: When you are unarmed, you can use both hands to perform a palm-packed 'parry' against the enemy's weapon.

As long as the enemy's level does not exceed your level 40.

The parry has a 100% success rate.

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Enemy Weapon Requirements:

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1. Open and edged.

2. Non-blunt instrument

3. Non-biological weapons

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Remarks: There is a certain chance of causing the tiger's mouth to bleed"

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"Comfortable... um..."

On the platform of Transfer Station 1.

Roger, who transformed into a tengu, couldn't help but hiccup.

This wave of sneak attacks was quite successful.

This trick of Tengu is very human.

Only objects judged to be monsters by the Sin Mark will be swallowed.

The rest of the drudgery and slaves will only be carried by the wind for a short while.

Then it will return to its original position.

It couldn't have been more convenient for Roger.

"Brother Huang Beard's body is really easy to use!"

Roger praised in his heart:

"It's just too much fuel."

"Maybe I've been using it too often lately..."

……

In between thoughts.

He took a cursory count of the receipts.

Property fragmentation aspect.

At least doubled.

Because it happened too suddenly.

Naughty has absolutely no chance of being pretentious.

So it's a pure positive benefit for Roger.

As for the Sword Saint Othello.

Roger really didn't expect this guy to be so watery.

He didn't feel anything when he was stuffy.

As for this "Juggernaut Personality".

He looks more like some sort of idol-like person.

The effect is only average.

Blocking this kind of thing looks good.

But Roger prefers to attack.

……

"Whoever has nothing to do all day to pick up a knife with bare hands!"

He muttered to himself.

Fortunately, Othello himself was a bit watery.

Roger has found a nice treasure among his loot!

Within the sight of the breath.

That baby can be described as transpiring purple.

Roger becomes human.

Hold it in the palm of your hand.

See with the naked eye.

That's a needle.

……

"Breakout Needle (Wonderful Item/Consumable)"

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"Purpose: To break any seal, commandment, or oath"

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"Usage: Just poke it directly. You can poke it several times if you can't open it at one time"

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"Availability remaining: 2"

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"This thing is clearly intended to target mages, monks or paladins."

"Break everything?"

"A little evil..."

Thinking about it.

Roger quickly took out a treasure that had been eating ashes for a long time!

"Just try it with you!"

He pressed the "pot of greed (self-sealing)" to the ground involuntarily.

Then use that broken ring needle to stab at the mouth of the pot!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

A series of strange noises rang out.

Not long.

The pot of greed responds.

Suddenly, a circle of water with a sour smell appeared from the mouth of the pot!

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"Hint: The Pot of Greed Has Been Unblocked"

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"Availability remaining: 1"

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"It's done!"

"The pot of greed is ready again!"

Roger fondly touched the mouth of the pot of greed.

And in the process.

Roger noticed, too.

The slender, long silver needle turned a little darker.

The data bar is displayed.

The remaining available times of "Breakout Needle" has also become 1.

……

"It's a good needle."

"Wait..."

"What will happen if I use the pot of greed to bind the magic needle for relapse, and then use the magic needle to keep breaking the precept?"

Although my mind opened up for a while.

But Roger still didn't act.

To him.

Both of these treasures are an important part of his hand pool.

He can't be free to do the experiment of perpetual motion.

And right now.

A bright red marker suddenly lights up in Roger's vision.

That's the signal from the slander wolf!

……

"There are still fish that slip through the net?"

"Somewhat interesting."

Roger chuckled.

He put a hunter mark on the "Fallen Magician" who fled as a stream of wind through the sight of the slander wolf.

Next.

Roger is ready to kill each other.

After all, his promotion mission is to kill the three leaders.

You can't miss one!

But when his figure quickly rushed to the edge of the platform.

Roger's heart suddenly felt a strong throbbing!

Next second.

Griffith's voice rang in his ear:

"Don't breathe!"

"Stand still!"

"It's her!"

The voice falls.

Above the sampan area.

Small pieces resembling moss or mud were shaken off the surface of the beluga's skin.

In the dark.

A sleepy eye slowly opened its lids.

That eye~IndoMTL.com~ is Roger on the edge of the platform!

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"Warning: You have encountered 'Astral Moby Dick Fanny'"

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"The sixth sense: the astral beluga is waking up..."

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"Ultimate Hunter: The target is quickly escaping the first pursuit range, please pursue as soon as possible, otherwise there is a risk of leaving the strong tracking radius"

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For a while.

Roger's breath is tight.

In a dilemma.

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