The surroundings began to become less real, and the sound seemed to come from far away, and Roger's soul drifted as he watched his body gradually turn to powder in the hedge of the two forces.

Then he saw a back.

The plain white robe, clean and tidy, without any superfluous decorative patterns, from behind, can only see the delicate undulating figure, and the long white and golden hair tied back of the head.

"You're ready for the final showdown?"

The severed arm that fell on the table automatically jumped up and attached to the arm of the Lord of the Mist.

"So many people have died, it's finally your turn!"

"Click!"

The card table in front of him was overturned, and the billowing black tide covered the direction where Roger and the others were.

"Ophelia!"

A crack opened in the earth, which then spread throughout the city, and in the midst of the cracks, the world became dark and shattered.

"Was everything just an illusion?"

Roger muttered to himself, but didn't hear anything. Then he saw his illusory spirit, and his physical body had long since disappeared.

Like the Hunter's Hut, was that city before the Misty Lord's personal world? But how did the Primordial Dragon get into it?

Concentrating, Roger once again came to the hunter's hut in the depths of his consciousness, because the realm had been raised, although the situation was similar to that of a long time ago.

But in addition to not being able to burst out of physical strength, Roger himself did not lose much combat power.

Soon, though, he realized that it was all pointless, as the battle between the two of the Lord of the Mist was completely beyond his comprehension and participation.

Unlike what he imagined, the Primordial Dragon Ophelia had a undulating and bumpy body, but his appearance could only be regarded as average.

It's even a little too ordinary.

This ordinariness is not pretending to be mysterious or low-key.

It's a strange rapport.

Harmony, harmony with oneself, harmony with the surrounding environment, harmony with this plane, ordinary but extraordinary, intriguing.

Five golden rings appeared on the surface of his body, and these auras seemed to merge with each other, and in addition to this, there was a powerful force connecting with Ophelia throughout the void.

It was as if she were part of this plane.

The same is true of the Lord of the Mist.

The two are hand-to-hand, hand-to-hand combat, and there are no complicated moves, and if they are seen by an ordinary person, they will even feel a little ridiculous.

But Roger couldn't laugh at all, he felt that Oliphia's every move had led to the power of destroying the world.

Although there is only one level difference between the fourth ring and the fifth ring, the gap between each other is heaven and earth.

In the midst of the wave of the two attacks, Roger had nowhere to hide but to go with the flow, while also worrying that he would not die in the aftermath of their attacks.

"You're no match for me!"

It was Olifia who had the upper hand, and she grabbed the Lord of the Mist's neck, her other hand ripping off his severed arm up to the shoulder.

Her eyes glowed golden, and her palms were raised high.

"Destruction!"

Boom!

Even if it didn't affect Roger, just a little impact, Roger felt himself tremble all over, and his soul collapsed almost instantly.

"I've been preparing for so long, and I've been waiting for this moment!"

"The fusion of soul and body!"

Ophelia's face was calm, but her movements were extraordinarily frenzied, she tore off the limbs of the Lord of the Mist, her arms raised and fell, and the earth-destroying attack landed on the opponent's forehead.

Each attack sends a strange vibration, and the power is transmitted to solidify the scattered limbs into a special position.

"Hahaha!" The Lord of the Mist's forehead collapsed, his eyes scattered but he still laughed wildly.

"It's useless, it's useless!"

"My soul body is far away in the sea of mist, killing me at this time can only weaken part of my power, and this will make me even more squeeze the origin of this plane!"

"So as a guardian, killing me is destroying the entire ordinary people of the plane!"

Bang bang bang!

Ophelia's face was calm, and the frequency of her attacks grew faster and faster, until the Lord of the Mist's limbs were completely imprisoned. It was only after the strange force connected the scattered limbs to her body that she stopped moving.

"That was before, not now!"

Behind Ophelia, the shadow of a golden dragon loomed, her hands interlaced, and then the robe she wore on the surface of her body suddenly shattered, revealing her inchless body underneath.

Roger's eyes widened, not because he was still in the mood to admire Ophelia's curves at this juncture, but because of the incomparably complex lines on the woman's body.

Just a casual glance at Roger's soul roared.

A simple curve contains a rule in each stroke.

The dense lines converged to form five rings, and the rings fused again, giving birth to the origin of the plane.

Roger couldn't understand what this origin was, it was mixed with dragonborn blood, and it was alive...... Wait a minute.

This scene was also seen by him, and if other transcendents only looked at it a few times, I am afraid that they would go crazy because of it.

It's no wonder that the Lord of the Mists would say that Ophelia was a strange woman, and for those powerful transcendents, she only had to show her wrists and hook her fingers.

You don't need to have a wrinkle on your fingertips in your palms to make anyone crazy.

Roger's realm was much stronger than that of ordinary transcendents, and he quickly found the starting location of these lines.

That was the beginning of the power of the bloodline.

And then use it as a foundation, like a sprouting seed, a growing vine, expanding and spreading like crazy.

Following those lines all the way, Roger soon found the key parts of Ophelia's body.

There is a record of the leap from the fourth ring to the fifth ring.

Represents the strongest power in the entire plane!

But at this moment, the lines on the surface of Ophelia's body disappeared cleanly.

The vanishing lines departed from her body, enveloping the Lord of the Mist.

"As I said, just because it was before doesn't mean it's now!" Ophelia repeated it again.

"Then you come to kill me, enter the depths of the sea of souls, do you know where I am?" The Lord of the Mist defiantly.

"Haha, you don't dare to come, do you?"

"There I am the master of the soul, but one day the fog will cover the entire plane, and then you will have no way to escape."

"An unexpected meeting, but not a surprise."

The Lord of the Mist sneered, "Next time, let's decide to live or die." ”

He casually sneered, then slowly closed his eyes.

But the next second, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of shock.

"How so?!"

"I said it!" Ophelia's hands lit up, "I've been preparing for so many years for this moment. ”

"In order to avoid being discovered, I can only guide others to help me achieve my goals, and now these people's sacrifices will not be in vain."

"Lock your body, and you can use this connection to trace your soul!"

"By then......" As she spoke, her palms fell.

"Dead, soulless!"

Rumble!

Ophelia's attack was like a primer, and the energy she had planted before finally exploded at this moment, and the five rings locked the body of the Lord of the Mist.

Although no screams were heard, the Lord of the Mist was clearly in a state of painful struggle.

"It's over." At this moment, Ophelia's face did not have much joy, but a deep sadness.

Her palm was imprinted on the forehead of the Lord of the Mist.

"Rest in peace, even if it's not your hometown."

Boom!

The Lord of the Mist's body was completely wiped out, and the shattered dust fused together to form a vague human form.

In the figure's chest, a large hole was broken.

"Your heart!?"

"Was it a surprise?" The voice of the Lord of the Mists came from all directions.

"There is no difference, having the connection of these parts is enough for me to destroy your soul, there is no difference between the heart and the heart."

The expression on Ophelia's face didn't change at all, and then the shattered body of the Lord of the Mist transformed into the smallest particles, pouring into the depths of the void in a specific trajectory.

The rest just have to wait.

But after a few moments, Ophelia's face changed wildly, and those tiny particles reappeared, and they permeated the entire space in a free state, and even some of them merged into Roger's soul body.

“…… Ophelia, surprised? ”

"Why is my body destroyed, but not my soul?" The diffuse particles trembled and emitted the voice of the Lord of the Mist.

Ophelia turned her head and locked on Roger with an icy gaze.

Roger's soul trembled slightly, and he only then noticed that the voice actually came from his own mouth.

He didn't know anything about it.

"It's not because of that heart, I'm sure, even if I lack the heart, according to the connection between the body and the soul, I'm eighty percent sure that I can kill you."

"But now ......"

"Unscathed." The voice of the Lord of the Mists came.

"Do you want me to remind you?" He sneered.

Then Roger saw Ophelia raise his hand and prepare to attack.

"Enough people have died."

She let it go.

"Kill him, his soul has been polluted by me, and it is safest to kill him."

Roger opened his mouth to talk to himself, and the particles around him trembled, but what he said was a completely unfamiliar voice, and this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"Give it a try?"

"Maybe this one will hurt me."

"Soul ......"

"I didn't expect you to ......"

Ophelia's face was gloomy.

"Desperate?"

"All the rules are completely soul-transformed, which is equivalent to opening up a half-plane, and this means that only the power of the soul can harm me and kill me!"

"But the problem is, I am the master of the soul, and in this plane, there is no soul body more powerful than me, which means that I am invincible!"

"But you're not, Ophelia."

"I wanted to give you an unexpected surprise, next time, I can kill you and go home."

"Or, you can beg for mercy before you die and give me the answers you want."

The sound fades to a faint level.

And then Roger regained control of his soul again, and before he could do anything, Ophelia's face appeared in front of him.

"Don't do it, I'm ...... Yes...... Call...... Sigh! ”

There was a series of strange noises, and the vision in front of him was distorted, as if an elephant had been stuffed into a water pipe.

The scenery flew by, and the speed of progress was even beyond the limits of Fasco's imagination.

Thump!

His body fell, and in the midst of the whirlwind, Roger felt himself fall into an icy lake.

The liquid squeezed itself in all directions, and at the same time, an invisible force pulled from the depths of the bottom of the lake.

All the abilities he had mastered seemed to have lost their effect, and Roger worked desperately, and at this time, his soul body actually had the tingling, numbness, coldness, and even suffocation that only physical bodies have.

I don't know how long it took, when he spent his last bit of strength to break through the water, he actually experienced a long-lost aftermath of the catastrophe.

Call!

Panting for air.

Wait, gasp?

Roger lowered his head, his body floating in the water, he looked at his real hands, clenched his fists slightly, and felt the power transmitted between the muscles.

"Come out."

Following the voice, it was Ophelia, sitting on the edge of the lake, leaning against a rock, and changing into a dress.

After all, the previous set had been shattered by her.

The area below the knee was soaked in water, and Roger looked at it and remembered the few mouthfuls of water he had just swallowed.

Belch...... Well, just when I didn't see it.

He could only comfort himself silently.

"Don't think about it, I'm here to help you recover."

"The body destroyed by the Lord of the Mist, I'm afraid there is nothing anyone else can do except me."

Roger noticed Ophelia's distortion from the knee down to the dragon's body, and when he saw Roger recover her, he got up and walked away from the lake.

"Although it is the richest life essence in the entire plane, it doesn't have much effect on you right now." Ophelia said as he walked, and Roger looked down to see that he had also swam to the lake, putting on the clothes Ophelia had prepared.

The style of clothing is simple but very fit.

The only pity was the sword belt on his back, his weapon had been destroyed in the previous battle.

"You killed Hamza?" Ophelia asked.

"I want to survive, I have no choice."

Roger's answer made his position clear.

"I'm not blaming you, in fact it doesn't matter if you have that heart or not, Nasero has severed the last link between him and his body."

"If everything he says is true, then he is invincible in this plane."

Ophelia's voice was full of melancholy.

The place where she lived was ordinary, there were no palaces, no townhouses, not even a decent tent.

Take the sky as the quilt and the earth as the seat?

But considering the identity of the other party, this explanation seems to make sense.

Walking over to a stone table and sitting down, Ophelia held out her hand and motioned for Roger.

Roger had just sat down when he saw the familiar cards on the corner of the table.

"I noticed, before I went, you guys were playing Gwent."

Roger's heart pounded.

Gwent.

Maybe there are some rumors in the few worlds that Roger has visited, but if you raise your gaze, you can put it on the entire plane.

That's a bit of a no-brainer.

"Then why did Sero kill you?"

Ophelia skillfully fiddled with the cards in her hand, and without getting Roger's answer, she stopped what she was doing, and then raised her head, her amber eyes fixed on Roger.

"Don't be confused."

"Because we're from the same place."

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