Comprehensive comic: Starting from jobless reincarnation

It goes without saying that the five dragon generals are strong and weak.

But there is no doubt that the weakest one among the five dragon generals is also an emperor-level player, and because of his long life, it is unknown what kind of trump card he has in his hand.

The strongest among them is naturally Laplace, but for various reasons, Laplace has abdicated at this moment.

The emperor-level players are emperor-level players, but without Laplace in front, the others are really not good enough for Roya.

After all, the one standing in front of them is the strongest among the powers, a peerless villain who can kill even if the Dragon God draws out the divine sword.

They may be strong, but they are not enough in front of Roya.

At least Roya is more than enough to deal with the four of them.

Pergius didn't know what Roya was thinking at the moment, nor did he know that he had such a huge plan in his mind at the moment.

But even so, he thought for a moment and hesitated: "Can you tell me what you want to talk to them about?"

Roya smiled and said: "I want to talk to them about something."

Pergius frowned and continued to ask: "What to talk about?"

Roya looked at Pergius and asked back: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

This was a bit meaningful. After being told this by the person in front of him, his expression became a bit uncertain.

Pergius's face, which was not good-looking to begin with, seemed to be aware of his timid emotions, and became even worse.

At this moment, he felt disgusted with himself at this moment.

Is it because he has not experienced a battle for too long that his heart has become increasingly rotten?

But Roya obviously did not give the other party a chance to think about what caused him to be like this now.

Seeing the impatience in Roya's eyes, he did not dwell on this issue, but asked back: "What if, what if I say I don't know?"

Pergius looked at Roya.

Roya smiled, his smile was brilliant, but his words were a bit cruel.

"Don't you know? Well, to be honest, if you don't want to say it, I can't do anything, but because it's a serious matter, I can only think of a way to see if I can make you spit out something."

At some point, Roya's right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

Perkius' pupils suddenly shrank, and the magic power that he had secretly mobilized before had gathered in his left hand. He wanted to use the magic power to resonate with this huge fortress.

This castle itself is an ancient weapon summoned by god-level magic. If Perkius carries this ancient weapon in a frontal charge, he can compete with the powerful in a short time. It can be called a very good weapon.

However, no matter how good the weapon is, the talent is the main body.

The weapon is very good, but it is useless now.

Just like this time, he didn't expect Roya to come directly to his door and humiliate him in front of his base camp.

Now that the fight had really begun, Perkius felt a chill in his heart.

It was fire, the flames that were rising to the sky were constantly burning.

When Roya held the long sword, his intuition from years of battlefield experience told him that he should stay away from the person in front of him.

But where could he run? He was in his own nest now.

Besides, could he run faster than the sword of light?

The flames of divine power were constantly burning, and the fiery red long sword also showed its true appearance at this moment.

The ancient words on the sword seemed to tell the vicissitudes of history, and the simple texture depicted one ancient elf word after another.

If Esther or Restia saw this line of small words at this moment, they would definitely understand what the small words engraved on it were.

——Sarter.

That was the fire giant in Norse mythology, the guardian of Muspelheim. Since ancient times, he has been holding the sword of light, standing at the border of Muspelheim to protect this country.

Of course, its name now represents the girl who likes to wear red dresses.

When Pergius looked directly at the red fire sword, it was as if he saw a sun.

There was light everywhere, and flames everywhere.

The flames burned recklessly, and the temperature in the air continued to rise until it reached a certain critical value, and then it barely stopped.

The feathers made of flames covered the boy. Looking at Roya again at this moment, the boy at this moment was no longer half harmless.

"What are you waiting for? Cover me!"

Pergius almost said to the people around him in a coaxing voice. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and his fighting spirit surrounded him, trying to isolate the flames.

But the effect was minimal. The flames were not simple flames. When the magic power rushed over, it would soon be evaporated and burned, and even part of the magic power would be swallowed by the flames.

The twelve servants also complained bitterly. It was not that they did not want to take action, nor that they did not notice Pergius's abnormality. He himself might not feel anything, but they, as the ones who took action, felt it clearly.

The feeling of being on edge kept lingering around them. As long as they dared to take action, their heads would fall to the ground in the next moment.

And in fact, it was true.

Sensing that their master was in danger, the twelve servants simply wanted to mobilize their magic power.

But the next moment, flames burned on their bodies.

"Using oneself as firewood, the flame of revenge will never stop."

With this whisper, the flames devoured their magic power and became more and more powerful.

Perchius's face became very ugly, because it was not only their magic power that was burning, but also his own power.

Mudd, try your best.

As a survivor of the Battle of Laplace, even though his ability has not yet reached the standard and he is not among the top batch, the momentum in his heart has never faded.

However, many times, even if you want to fight hard, you still have to look at the target.

He wanted to mobilize his magic power to resonate with the magic circle on the restraint fortress, but the next moment, his brows furrowed tightly.

Because he couldn't feel the magic power around him anymore.

No, to be precise, it's not that he dare not say it, but that a layer of forbidden demon territory has been formed around him.

His eyes looked at the flames surrounding him. These flames continued to burn and became more and more intense.

The flames didn't cause him any harm, they just kept burning, as if they wanted to burn something clean.

A sense of absurdity rose from the bottom of his heart, and at this moment, a bold idea appeared in his mind.

Could this burning thing be the magic power around it?

By the time he reacted and realized the seriousness of the problem, it was already too late.

The scorching divine power dispersed, and the devoured magic power was converted into scorching divine power, causing the surrounding temperature to rise again by more than ten degrees. The fire of reality sank into the Flute Sword, adding a few touches to the sword that was already as red as blood. Blood red!

Even the sun couldn't cover up the strangeness of the throat flute and sword at this moment. Suddenly, two big suns rose above the stage.

When he reacted again, the entire palace was filled with real fire, and the fire element in the air expanded even more. Almost half of the elements were fire elements.

Releasing fire element magic in this environment can get twice the result with half the effort. Similarly, if you want to release other attribute magic, you have to consume more magic power to resonate with the elements.

The heat wave caused by the burning flames distorted the surrounding air, and even took away most of the water in Perkius's body. Even his face, which was not that old at first, looked full of ravines. .

The twelve attendants were like torches, constantly burning in every corner of the stage. Except for the crackling sound of the torches, the venue suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Compared with the miserable appearance of those people, the young man undoubtedly seemed much more calm.

The feathers woven by the flames became more and more vivid, and the patterns on the feathers became clearer and clearer. It originally gave people an unreal and hazy feeling, but now it seemed more and more realistic.

Perkius was breathing heavily, his head was covered with sweat, and a sense of despair filled his heart. He felt his own insignificance and helplessness, and this feeling, when placed on a hero, seemed so overwhelming. Ridiculous.

Heroes can be called heroes because they have accomplished great things that humans have never done.

However, the hero at this moment will also face despair.

Crisp footsteps sounded again. Roja came to Perkius's side and looked down at him from a condescending perspective. The boy's voice sounded again, and along with the boy's words, there was an additional sound. A long sword.

A long sword as red as blood, a long sword as red as twilight.

"I'll say it again, do you know?"

His voice was as flat as ever, with no emotion at all.

But at this moment, Perchius was sweating heavily on his forehead.

The sweat had not yet flowed down, but it evaporated quickly, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether it was heat or nervousness.

The feeling that he had not experienced for a long time made him feel a little dazed.

Seeing that the other party was silent for a long time and his expression was constantly struggling, the last bit of patience was finally exhausted by the other party.

Roja suddenly took action, strangled the opponent's neck with his right hand, and with a slight exertion, he easily lifted the opponent into the air. His pale golden eyes showed a little impatience. He exerted a little force with his right hand, and the opponent's face gradually changed. Ugly.

Luo Ya said slowly: "You think I won't know if you don't tell me? In fact, you don't know the exact location of the other party now, right?"

As soon as he said this, Perchius took a breath and taunted in a sarcastic voice: "Then why are you asking me? If you have the ability, you can find it yourself."

When he said this, he actually had the intention to raise the corners of his lips to Roya and show Roja a sarcastic smile.

Roja glanced at Perkius and made another three-pointer with his right hand.

"I'm just too lazy to spend some effort to find them one by one. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't tell me, you will die. Not only will you die, I also know that Laplace is down there, and I will also go out of my way to explain it. Open Laplace's seal, you said, I will leave this seal untouched for the time being, how about it?"

When it came to Laplace's seal, Perchius was indeed no longer arrogant.

Of course, there may be other reasons.

"What exactly do you want to do with the Five Dragon Generals?"

The topic returned to the previous topic again, and Roja asked again: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Only this time he nodded with a determined expression.

This time he finally figured it out. No matter what, he was in danger, and it would be better to die than to do this.

Roya looked at him, and he looked back at him without any fear.

Roya smiled and said casually: "In that case, it doesn't matter if I tell you. Do you know the Dragon's Secret Treasure?"

Speaking of this, Pergius, who had calmed down, became excited again.

"Damn it, where did you know that? No, what do you want to do? Resurrect that extremely evil guy?"

If Roya threatened with Laplace's seal, it meant that he wanted to destroy the world, and now, Roya asked him about the Dragon's Secret Treasure, which was equivalent to him wanting to destroy the entire human world in his opinion.

Pergius's face would be a ghost if he could look good.

Pergius's nature was not bad, but he only had a superficial understanding of many things, which led to his deep misunderstanding of the original ins and outs.

It must be said that the calculations of the human god were indeed loud. Although they relied on those conspiracies and tricks, at least his plans were very perfect, almost to the point of being flawless.

Look at Boss Long. Even though he is the second-generation Dragon God, the ceiling of the combat power in this world, he has been reincarnated hundreds and thousands of times, like a beast trapped in a quagmire. Even if he has a lot of strength, he has no way out. He can only struggle in pain and watch himself fall bit by bit.

In the original work, if Rudeus had not appeared, and if Roya had not appeared in this world, the ending of Orsted's defeat could only be played out again and again until the Dragon God could not stand up at all.

But unfortunately, if you want to blame, you can only blame him for his bad luck.

The universe is so big that there are so many things. In this world, there are still people called traversers.

If it is said that the one who is desperate is the Dragon God Orsted, then the one who is desperate now is the human god.

The combination of Roya and the Dragon God cannot be cracked no matter how hard you try, and he himself is sealed in the world of nothingness and cannot take the initiative to attack.

The current situation is almost one-sided.

Looking at the somewhat furious Pergius, Roya came up and gave him a loving caress, and the huge force almost made the other party's half face red and swollen.

Half of his face was in burning pain, but along with the pain came a huge sense of shame.

The boy's cold eyes swept over Pergius, and Roya said lightly: "Do you have any objections?"

Pergius was stunned by the palm, and he looked at Roya, seemingly not expecting someone to do such a rude thing to him.