Chapter 42 Death is always one step behind me
"Sorry……"
The soft voice drew Roger's attention back from the city north camp that had turned into a sea of blood.
The little Joey in his arms showed an apologetic smile, crossed his face with his hand, and tried to wipe the blood on his face, "I'm sorry Lord Dio, it splashed on your face..."
"It's okay... don't move around, you're in a bad situation right now."
Roger held her hand subconsciously, feeling a little dazed, and inexplicable complex emotions emerged in his heart.
This girl, why is she so angry, at the juncture of life and death, her point of concern is too humble, right?
"It doesn't matter to me, I'm just very glad to see that you are all right."
"Are you stupid, do you have no regard for your own life?"
"I'm just an ordinary officer, but your lordship is a wise man who can lead the empire forward. Some more confused people need your guidance... So, the exchange is worth it."
Roger stared at the female colonel who had an infinitely bright future in her arms. With her strength, she had a high probability of surviving such a self-destruction attack.
But she protected him when the divine power storm came.
Even if she interrupted his Nirvana blessing, he couldn't deny that it was like giving up her life to save him.
He may not need it… but he can't help but be moved by such thoughts.
In the face of such fatal danger, it is difficult for people to be scheming and calculative. This should be the most instinctive reaction.
Is this an imperial soldier?
Even in the face of a sea of supernatural powers, you put your life and death aside, do you want to complete your responsibilities first?
This is not a game, she has no Nirvana blessing, she will die!
Roger felt shocked by the life of the girl in his arms, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.
Even in addition to this sense of responsibility, there may be some other feelings that make Roger feel that sentence...
It is the hardest to accept the grace of beauty.
Roger rejected her not long ago, making her lose face in front of her colleagues.
As a life expert, Roger asked subconsciously, "Do you regret it?"
Little Joey showed a smile, full of brilliance and satisfaction: "The glory of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, not in bed!"
I am happy that I can die in your arms.
So even if you don't like me, you can remember me for a long time, right?
It's just that such a statement is too nauseous and will cause additional trouble for you, so let me be an ordinary soldier willing to protect adults.
Some things are just unclear.
I don't know where it started, but it goes deep.
When a person is not overwhelmed by the burden of life, it may be that one glance in the crowd, and occasionally a word that touches the heart becomes a moth to the fire.
"You won't die."
Roger is sure.
He took out the Deep Sea Heart Talisman and put it on little Joey.
The erosion of divine power is continuing, and there is no way to expel the divine weapon.
But the vitality provided by the heart of the deep sea can temporarily ensure that little Joey is not in danger.
Boom!
The sound of the spell blasting, followed by the screams of the dying imperial soldiers came from the center of the camp.
More than once.
Roger's expression became serious.
The church still has a backup.
He stuffed little Joey into the dead pile: "No matter what you see next, don't make a sound, this is an order."
Little Joey watched Roger walk towards the center of the camp again, with tears in her eyes.
Even though there is unknown danger ahead, Lord Dio continues forward because there are still colleagues who require assistance.
He also gave his life-saving equipment to her.
Feeling the constant vitality, she was sure that it was a very precious and valuable piece of equipment.
What kind of noble sentiment is this?
She had to admit that she was impulsive in saving Lord Dio.
But Lord Dio chose to help the soldiers in the camp after thinking carefully about when it was safe to retreat.
I was just greedy for his body and humiliated myself.
Unlike Lord Dio, he is the real hero!
"Master Dio, you must not have an accident. Even if you disdain me, I will always protect you..."
Little Joey silently prayed for Roger.
Roger didn't think much at this time.
The church believers wanted to kill him, but the imperial soldiers sacrificed their lives to save him.
At least tonight, his camp is determined and will never deviate!
So when he found out that the believers in the church arranged for people to make up for the survivors in need, he was very angry.
He wants to do something for these soldiers, and by the way, inspire Nirvana's blessing.
Soon, he found a lieutenant colonel who was walking among the wounded, making up for the fallen Imperial soldiers.
He was wearing the imperial uniform, but his body was surging with divine power.
Roger tore open the scroll of spells he was carrying.
It was a sneak attack, and several lightning bolts were shot at the lieutenant colonel, all of which were dodged by him.
"Look what I found? A cabinet minister! The merits of killing you are five times that of these imperial soldiers!"
When the lieutenant colonel saw Roger, he showed an excited expression and charged at him with a dagger.
Roger's reaction couldn't keep up with his speed at all, and he lost track.
But he was not afraid, holding a scroll of the flame storm.
Come, kill me, and I will drag you to death.
Then I turned to ashes and was reborn in flames!
There is a great fear between life and death.
Even though he knew that he would be reborn, Roger couldn't help but his heart beat faster and his adrenaline was pumping frantically.
It's much more stable. Occasionally, the feeling of a wave seems to be quite exciting?
Don't shake your legs, don't dazzle your eyes, wait for the opponent to approach, you will always have to do something for these soldiers!
Suddenly, Roger felt his thighs get hot.
Magic energy fluctuated in the air, and a figure with terrifying killing intent appeared. When he raised his hand, it was a flame of light, which was on the blurred figure.
The lieutenant colonel screamed and turned to ashes.
The power and accuracy of this spell are worlds apart from the scroll inspired by Roger.
"I'm being held back by their master, how are you so unscrupulous?"
A cold cry spread far in the night sky, the Queen of Eternal Night is late but she is here!
[Death is always one step behind me... But the master the Queen said was not the master I thought? 】
[Fuck, don't tell me she just went to fight with the God of Nature? 】
[Nirvana blessing was not inspired again, it's a bit regrettable, but this feeling of being covered by the queen is inexplicably good? 】
[Your Majesty, I don't want to try my best, I'll leave this wave to loaf around with the lead...]
Roger saw the figure he was quite familiar with after getting along these days, the fearless courage in his heart, feeling the surging magic in the air, suddenly collapsed.
He used all his strength to sit on the ground, and said a little embarrassedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude, my legs are really weak."
"It's okay."
The Queen of Eternal Night waved her hand and began to hunt down those believers who felt her breath and fled in all directions.
But the strength above legendary is not for show, her spiritual power locked onto those believers.
After ascending into the air, the Empress was like a guided weapon, deadly spells continued to fall onto the fanatical believers.
In a few breaths, a popular rain ended, and only the wailing of the survivors remained.
The supporting troops also came to see Her Majesty.
Sweep the battlefield, treat the wounded, count losses, and continue to hunt down enemies who have infiltrated the Mysterious Capital.
Roger didn't go home. He served the Queen of Eternal Night and did some commanding and coordination work within his power.
Speaking of which, the Queen of Eternal Night looks like...
This is the first time that Roger can be called embarrassed since he knew her.
But Roger saw the broken leg she was holding upside down, constantly exuding divine power fluctuations...
