Airplanes!

The sea of souls around them surged, and several vague figures turned from illusory to solid, they had faces exactly the same as those of the Lord of the Mist, but their temperaments and expressions were very different.

"Nasero, you left them behind."

These are all part of the past reincarnation, the Lord of the Mist severed from himself, and it is precisely because of their existence that the Lord of the Mist can break through the blockade of Ophelia at the last moment.

"It was unexpected, and I was even more convinced that I could go home!"

The consciousness of the Lord of the Mist was transmitted, and then the figures shattered, they had completed their final mission, and at this time, the Lord of the Mist had rushed into the depths of Roger's soul with all his strength.

Rumble!

The clash of souls stirred up the entire sea of mist, and with almost no hesitation, Ophelia ignored the open wound on her face, and she rushed to Roger's side.

The arm stabbed into Roger's chest like a sharp blade.

This was the last image Roger saw, but at this time he was in no mood to lament Ophelia's indifference and cruelty.

His soul was shattered by the impact of the Lord of the Mist, and he lost all perception of his body.

Pulled into the abyss by the wild laughter of the Lord of the Mist.

"Your soul is mine!"

The aura that belonged to Roger gradually waned, replaced by another strange and powerful wave.

Ophelia's arms weren't as big as Roger's chest, but she didn't attack again, and her entire arm seemed to merge with Roger's body.

A painful struggle appeared on Roger's face, his expression sometimes cold and sometimes distorted.

"What are you waiting for?"

Roger's mouth spat out the voice of the Lord of the Mist.

"Wait until I fuse with this body, and then kill me?" The Lord of the Mists sneered.

The tone of his voice changed sharply in the next second, "This is also in your plan?" "It was Roger who spoke.

His voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

If everything that happened in front of her was in Ophelia's prediction, then this woman's mind was too terrible.

"Hold your mind steady, we haven't lost yet!"

"And don't be influenced by him." Ophelia said in a deep voice.

"Am I wrong?"

"After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill me." The one who spoke was once again replaced by the Lord of the Mist.

But the expression on Ophelia's face didn't change, and she didn't know what she was preparing, just kept encouraging Roger.

"Listen to me Roger, you have to believe that everything that is happening now is an accident, and I like to follow the plan, but I hate any accidents."

"From what you know about me, it should not be difficult to surmise that the current situation will never appear in my plan, this is too dangerous, and if we fail, we will lose everything."

"So you have to believe me, it was really just an accident!"

"Calm your mind and feel the power I pass on to you." Ophelia continued to speak.

"Because of the lessons of the past, Nacello will not completely devour your soul, because if you destroy your body, he will also die instantly."

"So he will manipulate your body but will not merge, and your soul will only be a spectator forever."

Ophelia, take a deep breath.

"Think of your friend and lover if he gets all your memories and appears to them as you......"

At this point she stopped suddenly, because what happened next was enough to make up for it with a normal imagination.

"I'm not that bored."

The Lord of the Mists spoke again.

"It's a shame that we weren't on the same page, but it's not too late."

"I'll admit that I underestimated you before, thinking that you were just a little stronger than an ant, and now your strength has been recognized by me."

"So give up the resistance, I promise you great freedom, even to let you leave with your friends. And you don't have to worry about the things that Ophelia described. ”

"After all, I used to be a king and had my own dignity, and now I just want to return to my kingdom and don't stop me, we are friends."

"Hehe, as a demon hunter and a powerful Chaos Warlock, become friends, don't ......"

"All you have to do is relax."

"Don't take his word for it."

"Your friends can't go anywhere, they're not you, the interdimensional shuttle is enough to kill everyone, and more importantly, if you leave here, at the cost of everyone's death, will they still be happy?"

Hearing Roger's words, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes regained their clarity for a while.

"You win, say, what am I going to do?!"

Ophelia's face was happy, "Let your body accept me, our bodies are of the same origin, the only difference is that you have not reached the limit yet, and you can't be as pure as me." ”

"So take me on your own initiative, and then I'll help you seal him and seal it in your body."

"What about me?"

"I'm sorry." Ophelia shook her head.

"I don't have to lie to you on this issue, the soul confrontation is extremely dangerous, and I can't just seal him and release you."

"So you'll be imprisoned in this body forever with him."

"Huh." Roger couldn't help but sneer.

"Is this a soul death in some sense?"

"If you have to think so, then yes."

The expression on Roger's face changed continuously during the long silence, and he almost collapsed several times.

"Let's get started."

Roger's eyes darkened, and he made his final choice.

In the next second, the power belonging to Ophelia began to spread in Roger's body.

They started in the chest, quickly crossed the shoulders, and rushed up to the neck to wrap Roger's face around the face, until finally, when Ophelia's power was about to seal Roger's eyes.

"I hope my death is meaningful, at least give them stability ......"

"Don't worry, I will do what I say."

"Give me a little time, and I can transform your body so that he can be as close to you as possible, and if so, when your body returns to that world."

"I don't think your friends will notice too much of an anomaly, they just feel like they haven't seen each other for a long time, and you've changed a little."

"So in their hearts, you are still alive."

Ophelia replied.

Roger opened his mouth, but by this time he had lost the ability to speak, and the emotion in his eyes flashed.

The next moment, Roger's body was completely sealed.

In the tide of the soul, Roger's body rose and fell, his expression was wooden, his body stiff, almost indistinguishable from a stone statue.

"It's finally over."

Ophelia smiled with relief.

She casually held up Roger's body, "The seal still needs to be reinforced, but don't worry, I will do what I promised you." ”

And at this time, in the depths of Roger's soul, all the fighting stopped.

Because the two of them have become prisoners in this spirit world, and it makes no sense to continue fighting, whether they win or lose.

"Fool, you idiot!"

"You've wasted your power."

In the clash of souls, the Lord of the Mist should have the absolute upper hand, but with the influx of Ophelia's power, while enhancing Roger's ontology power, his soul power also increased explosively.

This allowed Roger to barely fend off the Lord of the Mist's attacks, and only then did he have the seal that followed.

"You filthy bastards shouldn't exist in this world!"

"Why did you send you here?"

"I'm almost successful, just find my way home, and the rest ......"

"You have your obsessions, I have my pursuits."

Roger threw away the broken sword in his hand, ignoring the injuries on his body, and turned to walk into the distance.

"Where are you going?" The Lord of the Mists roared.

"There must be a way, as long as I kill you, I may ...... if I kill you"

He clenched his fists, but it didn't take long for him to put them down.

In the world of souls, time seemed to be extraordinarily meaningless, and I don't know how long it took, the Lord of the Mist suddenly heard a tinkling sound.

He looked for a voice, and through the thin mist, behind a pristine lake, the young figure seemed to be mending something.

"What are you doing?" His question went unanswered.

And as time passed, a vague prototype gradually appeared behind the young man.

It seemed to be a wooden house.

"The spirit world has been sealed, and it is impossible for him to get any support from any outside forces!" The Lord of the Mist widened his eyes.

What was in front of him was beyond his comprehension.

It's hard to believe, but slowly the vague prototype gradually became compact, with a foundation, a wall, a door and a roof.

A simple wooden house, gradually taking shape.

"How did you do that?"

The Lord of the Mist asked once again the doubts in his mind.

And at this time, Roger finally stopped what he was doing and raised his head for the first time.

There was no anxiety in his eyes, no despair, just a calm like a lake, but this calmness was not numbness to the future, but simply the silence of immersing himself in his own world.

"I don't know."

"It all happened naturally." Roger replied.

The last time he was promoted, he was blown up because of the powerful power that poured into the cabin, but these powers did not disappear, but permeated the depths of Roger's soul.

In the past, every promotion was inseparable from plunder, but this time his soul was sealed, and Roger was able to calm down and feel himself quietly.

If the sea of souls outside is the evolution of the outer power of the Lord of the Mist, then this is Roger's foundation.

The broken sword in his hand, and the planks he found at random, were his own connection to the world.

Patch the installation.

Roger remembered his experiences on the island, and now he was finding his own "plank" in the clutter of rules and building his own house.

It's not the kind of cobbled together glue, which Roger has a clear idea of.

He didn't have the five rings and forgot the power he once had.

And now, the wooden house in front of him is his body, his everything.

Not only that, but when Roger calmed down and focused on what was in front of him, he seemed to be able to feel the people living in Kellmohan.

There seems to be Chloe's complaints.

Roger is here, but he seems to be everywhere.

After a long silence, the Lord of the Mist stared at the young man in front of him, and slowly the expression on his face began to change, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle of thoughts.

Finally he bent down and sat on the ground in a position that did not match his identity.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"I don't want to." Roger replied without looking up.

The Lord of the Mist was momentarily speechless.

"Demon Hunter, you need to find out who you are!"

"You're the one who didn't figure it out."

Roger looked up.

"I've seen two people trapped in a world of shadows, and their personalities have changed strangely after a long period of captivity."

"I don't think anyone knows the power of time better than you, he will change everything, you choose to sit and talk to me now, but maybe one day you will take the initiative to come to me."

"It's not even talking, maybe I'll hit you up."

With that, Roger stood up, pushed the door open and walked into his cabin, leaving the Lord of the Mists standing alone.

"Time...... Time. ”

Roger's ignorance left the Lord of the Mists with nowhere to vent his emotions, and he gritted his teeth and got up to go back to where he had been.

Time doesn't mean anything here, but for Roger and them, that's what it's real.

Roger was obsessed with the construction of the wooden house, and whenever he quieted down and let himself go, he seemed to feel the familiar atmosphere.

Therefore, compared to the Lord of the Mist, he is much calmer.

The size of the cabin began to increase, and there were other facilities along the lake, and Roger felt a little stronger every time he had a little more of them.

Slowly, Roger grew stronger and stronger, while the Lord of the Mists declined.

Roger knew that his strength stemmed from the rules he had already set and, more importantly, the training base he had built.

Those insignificant demon hunters, each of which may be very small, can be held together, and Roger can even gain support in the seal.

Then as rootless water, the decline of the Lord of the Mist has become inevitable.

Someday Roger will be strong enough to kill him easily.

So one day.

Let's just think that there is a concept of heaven here.

For the Lord of the Mists found that the young man had always lived a regular life, and when he finished his work, it meant the end of the day.

And when he opens the door, it means a new day.

The Lord of the Mists was at the door of the Hunter's Hut again, but there was more garden, more rocking chairs, and countless other facilities than the last time they had met.

Except that there was no sunrise or sunset, he could even faintly hear the roar of a bear and a wolf coming from the bushes behind the hut.

Everything had changed beyond his comprehension, but the Lord of the Mist was in no mood to think about it at this time.

He stepped forward and rang the bell hanging in front of the door.

Jingle bells.

The monotonous sound sounded very pleasant at this time.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Roger appeared in front of the Lord of the Mists with a cat in his arms.

Cat......

Why are there cats here?

The thought flickered, and the Lord of the Mists froze.

"I feel it, in your room......" he stared into Roger's eyes.

"You know the way home, don't you?"

Roger didn't answer, and after a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough."

"The answer has always been on you, and I ignored it." He shook his head dejectedly.

Roger didn't say anything, took a step back and reached out to hold the handle on the door.

"Wait a minute."

The Lord of the Mist's expression became solemn.

"Let's make a deal."

"Not interested." Roger refused without hesitation.

"Let's make a bet, then."

"I can even give you the chips first."

As he spoke, he reached out and plunged into his chest.

"My chips are my soul!"

"It's my life."

The Lord of the Mist's eyes lit up.

"It's a gamble you can't lose."

Roger stopped.

"What are you going to bet on?"