Chapter 403

The depths of time in the multiverse.

A corner that does not exist in this world and history.

There is a small wooden house with a rotten smell.

A butterfly flapped its wings and flew from an unknown place.

It passes through the bustling kitchen.

Gecko crawls slowly on the ceiling.

In the corner are green spider webs.

The weaver himself disappeared.

On the marble table below.

The knives and forks were arguing fiercely as if they were villains.

The butterfly paused here for a moment.

Then through the gap through the back door of the kitchen.

Bypass a narrow and dark corridor.

Through the narrow and garbage laden living room.

It finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

The northeast corner of the hut.

A place that can be called "study" for the time being.

It's the study.

In fact, there is less than 2 square meters of space here.

A nanmu desk occupied a lot of space.

On the desk.

A tall old man is writing hard.

The butterfly stayed quietly at the end of the old man's pen.

The latter's action did not stop because of this.

Instead, it accelerates the speed of writing.

The font written by the dark red feather pen on the yellowish brown paper will soon disappear.

The butterfly flapped its wings.

Only the last few lines were seen

"- ultra long distance teleportation capability (suspected unlimited; vigilant)

……-

Meteor stab (suspected of sufficient resurrection times; high vigilance)

……-

Separation (average intensity; pay attention)

……-

Shoot to kill (suspected to be unlimited and repeatedly strengthened expertise / high vigilance)

……」

Write here.

The quill paused slightly.

It just hangs in the air.

Until all the handwriting disappeared.

The old man was ready to continue writing.

But the butterfly had no patience to wait.

It flies lightly.

Elegant posture.

But the voice from the butterfly's abdomen was extremely manic:

"You are too cautious, old man!"

The old man put down the quill a little tired.

He rubbed his temples with his right hand.

The voice is calm and steady:

"I've lost for a while."

"He may be the most terrible enemy I have ever encountered in my life."

"Caution is never a big mistake."

Butterfly sneers:

"It's not too late to beg for mercy, Constantine."

"Kneel down and lick Roger's toes. Maybe he'll kill you."

"Or, you can choose to avoid forever. After all, this house is good, isn't it?"

The old man sighed gently.

He didn't say much.

But his firm eyes undoubtedly revealed his thoughts at this time.

So the butterfly also quieted down.

A long time.

Constantine said seriously:

"We should take a long-term view."

"This time, the opponent never plays cards according to common sense. His several actions have ruined our plan. To be honest, I can't understand his idea at all. He is like a novice gambler, playing cards at will."

Butterfly said unhappily:

"Isn't it easy for us to clean up novice gamblers?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"But he is not."

"He's just like."

"I have a feeling that when we test the enemy's playing habits and habitual thinking, he is also speculating about ours... And his thinking level may be higher than ours."

"This is not a gap in IQ, but more like a talent... Or expertise. Damn it, Roger's expertise is countless. This guy is simply a specialist dealer!"

Say it.

Constantine's tone was also a little irritable.

However, he suppressed his emotions and calmly advised:

"Listen!"

"We should take a long-term view!"

"At least in the short term, we should all avoid that Roger!"

The old man's proposal was spurned by butterflies.

It seems to be because of rage.

The wings of the butterfly also turned black.

He shouted hysterically:

"I won't go away from that man!"

"That's cowardly!"

"I'll kill him!"

"You have to help me, Constantine!"

"I shouldn't be someone else's shadow!"

The butterfly is impatient.

But Constantine fell silent.

He sat there in silence.

Like a stone carving.

"I don't have much time..."

The butterfly perches on the tip of the feather pen again:

"You have to show courage, just as we deal with those mages."

"Besides, don't forget, even if you can hide in this cabin, if I die, he may also find this place by following the vine!"

"A mysterious hut detached from the world and history, a greedy person like him can never let go!"

Constantine's tone was slightly cold:

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm not. I'm just stating the facts."

Butterfly urged madly:

"His reputation in the main material and quality sector is outrageous.

But one thing is well known.

That is, he is a very careful person

So.

Give up your fantasy.

Constantine!

Am I not your favorite child?

No father would refuse to save his child? "

After listening to this passage.

Constantine mused:

"What help do you want?"

"The mask of the goddess of disaster, the portal of the white plain and the dagger of the returnee."

The butterfly replied very quickly.

Constantine's mouth rose slightly.

The wrinkles on his face became clearer and denser with this dry smile:

"One opening is three and a half artifact."

"On greed."

"You are really on a par with Roger."

Butterfly didn't care and said:

"If treasures are not born to dye blood, their existence is meaningless."

"You are willing to give Roger even the oath of youth. Instead of coming to me, do you love the treasure?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"I can only borrow your portal at most."

"The disaster of masks and daggers is too big for you to grasp the proportion."

Butterfly laughed:

"Don't make a fool of yourself, old man."

"I want everything!"

"Whether you give it or not, I will go to Roger to fight to the death. You should understand the benefits."

Constantine still shook his head.

Butterfly immediately cursed madly on the table.

The wording is as ugly as it sounds.

But Constantine was indifferent at all.

He just sat there quietly.

Coldly looking at the killing mask of the incarnation butterfly.

Suddenly.

His ears moved slightly.

On the table.

A gilt eyeball quietly appeared.

meanwhile.

A sharp voice followed:

"Latest information."

"Roger returned to this world."

"He disrupted our deployment again."

"What shall we do, master?"

Constantine frowned deeply.

"He's teasing you."

"You let him know that he is the one who has the upper hand..."

"You don't want to be the weakest immortal in the history of Mistra, do you?"

Butterfly took the opportunity to fan the flames.

The gilded eyeball glanced at it.

No words.

The study quieted down.

A moment later.

Just then came Constantine's voice:

"Take it to the treasure house."

"Take three semiartifact and remember to sign a lease treaty."

He paused.

It's probably the goal of switching conversations:

"The premise is that I want to release a" invisibility "with delayed effect on you. I can't risk being exposed here to help you deal with such a terrible enemy."

Hear here.

The masquerade of killing couldn't help laughing:

"You really want to live here forever!"

"Traceless art or something, whatever. Anyway, after this time, I don't want to enter such a ghost place. You don't know what I met when I just came in..."

The sound of broken words gradually stopped.

After a while.

The butterfly whose wings were black as if it could drip ink flew away from here again along the gap of the cabin.

A corner of the kitchen.

The fighting project of those knife and fork villains has changed from fencing to tug of war.

Not long.

The butterfly flew out of the cabin completely.

When passing the doorplate.

It pauses.

Then it completely disappeared in the colorful colors outside the house.

There is a wind blowing.

The wooden doorplate shook.

There is a line of ancient text and a line of updated annotation on it

"Wooden house in moonlight woodland (owner: O / Pandora)"

"Fairy palace annotation: former residence of God"

"Copying bit lattice is quite interesting!"

"If I become a red moon and let the ghost King hold me to chop people, I can not only shift my shape and position at any time, but also completely confuse my opponent..."

"I don't know whether it hurts when cutting people!"

Quickly perceive the power of the new hand position.

Roger's mood also jumped with joy.

Relative to those mysterious bits.

The characteristics and uses of the duplicated bit lattice are very simple and clear.

One word.

Copy!

Many of the power of this person needs the help of special media to complete.

This medium can be a carrier with strong ability to record any information.

Scroll.

Hard rock.

Ancient bamboo.

These are all OK.

of course.

Starting from practicality and cost performance.

Scrolls are the most.

Therefore, the skill of making various scrolls is attached to bit lattice itself.

These skills can help Roger record the information, data and templates of goals.

So as to display "pretender" and "dead thing transformation".

These two specialties are of great practical value.

cracking.

Roger realized that even if he didn't use these two specialties directly.

You can also get the data of the target with the help of the power of copying bit lattice!

This point.

It is more ferocious than the combined effect of "Qi gazing + upgraded perception + absolute insight".

After all, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.

The existence of the information scroll gave Roger a chance to steal the enemy's data.

It hasn't started yet.

Roger saw through the other party's pants.

The result of the battle is self-evident.

of course.

The appearance of duplicate bit lattice also sounded an alarm for Roger.

Constantine doesn't have such a personality.

There may be similar forces.

Combined with his previous abnormal behavior.

The other party is most likely collecting their own information!

In this regard.

Roger has always been at a disadvantage.

His advantage lies in his constant progress.

And the speed is not slow.

With the help of "Qi calming technique" and other abilities.

Roger's current information is difficult to divulge directly.

Constantine wanted to know Roger a little bit.

Then he must pay a heavy price.

Relative.

Roger was not sure how deep an immortal alchemist was.

After all, the other party can be used as a trap even a semi artifact!

This gesture really surprised Roger, who has always been diligent and frugal.

Therefore.

Roger is actually ready to fight Constantine for a long time.

But this does not mean that he will choose a more conservative strategy.

On the contrary.

He wanted to tear a hole in Constantine's heart in the short term.

And the best candidate for that breakthrough.

Naturally, only the masquerade of killing is left.

Come back to your senses.

The fast scene switching has been completed.

When returning to the main physical realm.

Roger and Ripley appeared in the valley some distance from wildfire.

This has a lot of deviation from the coordinates he previously set through the time scroll.

This shows that in the days when Roger left.

Mistra has expanded violently again!

No need to say more.

The two men explored separately.

Roger looked for a hill as light as a swallow to overlook.

This look is surprised.

In Roger's perception.

Although they have shifted the original coordinates.

But it should also be in the mountains and forests near wildfire city.

But the scene in front of him was quite different from Roger's impression

Southwest of the mountains.

Originally, the bumpy hills and mountains have become a panoramic super plains.

On the plain stands a city-state full of people!

From east to west.

Three parallel rivers hang on the plain like white belts.

Land along the river.

The scattered cities and villages are clearly visible.

In the countryside.

There are many castles.

Various manors are inlaid among the city states like a puzzle.

It all comes together.

It seems to be a very beautiful pastoral scroll!

The beauty of the picture is dizzying.

Dense star south continent was originally a place with sparse smoke.

Suddenly it became a gathering place with at least hundreds of thousands of people.

This contrast briefly interfered with Roger's thinking.

He hurried to use the power of perception.

Collect information quickly by groping for anomalies.

"Upgraded perception: you found the 'return to the historical world (11th History)'"

"You perceive 'ruins: Yuanwang town', 'ruins: owl Castle'..."

"You realize that the returning historical world is the 'Yuanwang town world' you have experienced in the heritage of time. This world is full of vitality, and there are also traces left by you..."

"Is Yuanwang town back?"

"What about the great secret place and secret key?"

"Taken away by others?"

Roger breathed out a long breath.

Overlooking the vibrant plain at the foot of the mountain.

There was an unspeakable sense of relief in his heart.

The 11th World of history is the most prosperous world of human development he has ever seen.

This is definitely not his own credit.

But at least it has something to do with him.

Think of those memories in the legacy of time.

Roger couldn't help worrying:

"Yuanwang town is back."

"Then Mistra..."

As if to confirm his idea.

Next second.

His perception throbbed again!

On the data bar.

"Upgraded perception: you found the 'ethereal witch'!"

"She seems to be in a fierce competition with others!"

"Insight: you found that the ethereal witch killed three killing sons (killing masked subordinates)!"

In a village at the foot of the mountain.

Roger casually cancelled the tumbling cloud.

He looked at the woman exactly like Mistra with a complicated face.

The latter looked at him with the same eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Roger asked.

Ethereal witch had already noticed his trace.

the moment.

She gathered her long hair.

Hum softly:

"Do I need to report to you when I go back to my hometown?"

"Or do you have to ask me to call you..."

"... dad?"