I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland never imagined that the edge of the world Joan spoke of, to the west, would be only twenty-odd kilometers away.

Standing on the mountain, Roland had a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.

There were hardly any trees left; the desert had begun to devour the land.

He didn't see the path Joan mentioned, perhaps it was in the desert, or further west. But he couldn't see anything further west.

The wind howled around him, Roland faced west, his eyes blank and lost in thought.

Ahead was an abyss.

A hundred meters above, layers of clouds swept past.

Following the song of the Goddess of Wind, they roared towards the distant void, then, at the edge of the world's abyss, transformed into a vast waterfall, thundering into the depths.

Near the waterfall, some giant rocks drifted, but beyond that, there was nothing.

It was a dark, oppressive expanse, without stars, without moon, without any sound. Empty and silent.

This was a dying world!

It only took three days to travel from south to north.

In front of him, within the vast black sky, Roland heard the silent cry of this world.

It was the will of the world, the last echo on this land.

Joan said, "There should have been many more roads ahead, but this world couldn't withstand the wanton growth of the god's servants, which accelerated its decline.

It seems that in their final moments, the god's servants are helping the Goddess Heraca do something strange to the will of this world."

He didn't know what the Twilight Warlocks were planning, but they had caused such a stir this time, seemingly to offer a gift to the Goddess Heraca.

Joan said, "This world is about to die."

Roland said, "It's a poem."

Joan: "What?"

Roland said, "The poem of Lady Heraca. I can hear it. The Lady is giving it a funeral, but this isn't death. It's not a funeral, it's a celebration. Joy, joy, no wonder the god's servants all say 'joy'."

Joan: "Huh?"

Roland muttered, "Good, it's a good thing, it's done. This butterfly is about to become an immortal."

Joan: "???"

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The poem of the Goddess Heraca that Roland spoke of came from the sound of the desert wind and sand.

When he released a few Tier 0 ghosts from the Soul Niche and drove them into the desert, these ghosts became sluggish. Before long, their bodies gradually disappeared, being ferried to the River Styx.

Joan said, "You just don't want to believe it. Our family has the curse of the Goddess Heraca, and we've studied the Goddess Heraca for a long time. You can throw in a tree to try it out."

Roland shook his head, "No need to try. All things have a spirit, and trees are living."

He said that, but he took out the small dimensional pocket he had snatched from the spider-man, made some space, and put in a lush sapling and a withered dead sapling.

Then, under his control, the storage bag slowly floated into the air above the desert, where it drifted for a few minutes.

Afterwards, Roland controlled the storage bag to slowly float back. When the two opened it, the two trees in the bag had already begun to wither and rot, covered with maggots.

Next, Roland began various experiments.

Joan was very calm, sitting on a large rock, combing her hair: "Roland, actually, the scenery by that little river where we stayed before was quite nice."

"Roland, we are going to be the last two people in this world."

The road ahead of them had been blocked by the desert. The strange trees behind them were also gradually spreading towards here. In a week, the desert and the strange trees would devour the last place in the south.

Joan said a lot, but Roland didn't hear a word, just perfunctorily hummed and hahed.

After a while, Roland turned his head back with shining eyes, only to find Joan braiding her hair.

Many small braids were tied into her soft golden hair, and many braids were left at the back of her hair.

Roland had seen statues of the Goddess of Nature in the church, and her beautiful hair was like this.

Big eyes and long eyebrows, a bit of heroism, a bit of tenderness. On closer inspection, Miss Joan really had a delicate face.

"Why are you looking at me like that... Am I pretty?" Joan shyly played with her braids, gently avoiding Roland's gaze.

For a moment, Roland's heart pounded hard.

Roland covered his eyes fiercely, shouting in his heart: 'Brother, you can't do this! Although these may be the last few days of my life, I don't want to be seduced by a trap!'"

Joan bit her lip, she knew what Roland was thinking. She mustered her courage and raised her head, saying, "Roland, actually I..."

Roland waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't say it! Don't say it, we won't be good brothers anymore if you say it!"

Looking at the straight man in front of her, Joan was very angry. She puffed out her chest and raised her head, saying: "I'm not confessing, I'm saying that I'm actually..."

This beautiful person remained in this pose, turning into a wooden sculpture.

A ballerina inexplicably appeared behind her, seemingly treating Joan as a dance partner, dancing around her like a butterfly.

Roland reached out and summoned Joan's wooden sculpture into his dimensional pocket. Then Roland turned to look at the desert.

"The forbidden land of the living, the sacred land of the dead."

"The living can't, the dead can't..."

"Then what about things that are neither living nor dead?"

In the desert in front of Roland, there was a wooden rat sculpture.

It stood quietly in the sand pile, having been here for more than half an hour.

The wooden rat sculpture was still safe and sound.

Snap, a dancing shoe accidentally touched the wooden rat sculpture, and the wooden rat sculpture rolled far away in the sand pile. The dancer danced quietly on that small sand dune.

Leona is a mysterious creature, she is neither living nor dead!

The wooden sculpture that she has touched is also neither living nor dead!

But the key is, if Roland is turned into a wooden sculpture, who will lead the way?

This desert is already boundless, even with a map, it is not known whether it can be walked out. Letting the ballet ghost go by itself is unrealistic.

So Roland can't become a wooden sculpture.

He has to maintain a clear consciousness to control Leona.

He needs to tie himself to Leona's back!

Roland put away Leona, threw a chain into the forest, and searched for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable living thing.

After a while, he returned to the edge of the desert empty-handed, searching for the wooden rat sculpture in the desert, but the wooden rat sculpture had already been blown somewhere, buried under the sand.

Roland's face changed for a long time, and he took out a piece of scarlet skin.

"I just tried the tree. After the sapling wrapped in blood skin was thrown in, it didn't rot, but its leaves withered. Who knows if Lady Heraca has taken away the spirit of the tree?"

"There isn't a single rat in this forest!"

"I can only experiment with myself."

Roland was about to resolutely put the blood skin on his body when he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly took out three soul incense sticks from the dimensional pocket.

After lighting them, he bowed to the desert, and then looked at the dark sky, saying: "Lady Heraca, your shepherd is also a butterfly. Maybe I can become an immortal in the future.

Please don't take me away today, leave me in the world. I will work diligently in the future and guarantee to send more people down to you!"

After bowing, Roland stood on a large rock and called Leona over.

She flashed to a spot five meters away from Roland, dancing happily there. Flashing here for a while, flashing there for a while.

After a while, under Roland's mental manipulation, Leona calmed down. She no longer flashed around randomly. Instead, she walked slowly on the flat ground with elegant dance steps.

After trying for a while, Roland said, "Leona, I have to rely on you again this time."

I don't know if Leona understood, but Roland said it anyway.

After that, Roland summoned 7 good spirits.

He looked at the two good spirits with a complex expression, and said: "You have followed me for many days, and I should have given you a good home. But today I may have to sacrifice you.

After I put on the blood skin, my body can't move, and my magic power can't be mobilized. I need you to lift me up and put me on Leona's body... If it goes well, that's good, if it doesn't go well, I may need you to help me adjust my body position.

If that's the case, you may come into contact with Leona.

You have fused with god skin and have a certain resistance. But you may still slowly turn into puppets. At that time, you must drill into my dimensional pocket as soon as possible, otherwise, if you turn into puppets outside, I don't know if I can take you back into the bag."

In fact, outside the desert, Roland still has many ways to prevent any of his good spirits from being damaged.

If a good spirit turns into a puppet, he can just spend some more time, drive Leona away, and take off the god skin and start over.

But once you enter the desert, it's different.

On this road, Roland may fall off Leona's body at any time. He may need ghosts to help at any time.

When he did the experiment just now, he tried many ghosts and Tier 1 evil spirits from the Soul Niche. Ghosts can only last for a few seconds in the desert. And they lose control after entering.

Evil spirits can last a little longer and can be manipulated a little. But you can't expect the evil spirits to help too much.

The good spirits are Tier 2 and have mysterious side abilities. They will definitely be able to last a long time in the desert.

And Roland will definitely fall off Leona's body many times in the desert.

If Leona teleported, Roland wasn't sure if she could take him with her—no one had ever tried it before!

Even without teleporting, if Leona suddenly went crazy and started walking normally in this rugged, undulating dune landscape, Roland would surely fall off!

Therefore, Roland would definitely need to use the Good Spirits along the way.

He added, "If you accidentally touch Leona while helping me on the road, immediately follow Hera's call and return to the River Styx."

The seven Good Spirits had stiff, expressionless faces, and it was unclear whether they understood Roland's long speech.

After giving his instructions, Roland struck a pose on a large rock and put on the Blood Hide.

Then, to Roland's astonishment, he discovered that after putting on the Blood Hide, he could actually move slightly!

Although moving was very difficult, like a sluggish puppet, he could still move!

It should be noted that Anna's strength and magic power far exceeded Roland's. After she was put in the Blood Hide, she could only cry and shed tears.

But after he put on the Blood Hide, he could move, and even slightly mobilize the magic power in his body!

Suddenly, Roland was shocked and exclaimed, "My skin is fused with the Divine Skin!"

The ghost servants had all been fused with the Divine Skin, and afterwards, they had undergone slight changes towards the mysterious side.

The degree of fusion of Roland's skin was far higher than that of the ghosts!

At that time, he couldn't even get his skin back. It was Lilith who helped burn it before he could put it on!

At this moment, Roland had already been lifted up by the Good Spirits, and he was surprised to find that Leona had appeared in front of him at some point.

She stood there quietly, bending slightly at the waist. The Good Spirits carefully hung Roland on Leona's back. Throughout the entire process, Miss Leona, who clearly had hyperactivity, didn't move at all!

This ensured that none of the Good Spirits touched Leona.

Finally, the Good Spirits used a spell to bind Roland to Leona's back. The vines turned into wood carvings, securing Roland's body.

Then, the servants gave Roland a deep bow with expressionless faces and flew back into the book on their own.

Roland's expression was strange for a long time. He slowly manipulated his body and hugged Leona, embracing her soft shoulders.

This was the first real contact between the two dance partners.

It turned out that Leona had warmth.

Leaning on Leona, Roland's expression softened for a long time. After a moment, the Directional Needle flew into Roland's hand. He looked at the desert that was already within reach and said, "This time, I'm really going to trouble you."

He was sure Leona understood.

Because like a graceful swan, she tilted her head to the left and nodded, then tilted her head to the right and nodded again. Then, like a puppet, she walked towards the desert with a clicking sound.

Darkness and chaos, with yellow sand filling the sky.

The puppet carried Roland step by step, crossing dune after dune.

Her pace was slow, but it was so firm. She didn't teleport once, making Roland hold her tightly, sticking to her back. She never let her dance partner leave her behind.

Because this was their dance. A new dance they created together today!

She wouldn't allow her dance partner to leave her in the desert, wouldn't allow any mistakes in their dance.

As they went deeper into the desert, the sun, moon, stars, and rivers had been covered by Hera's billions of holy cleaners. It was dark in all directions, making it impossible to see one's fingers.

They couldn't distinguish between day and night, and in the dark, howling wind, they walked and walked, following the Directional Needle.

In the sky, a faint starlight seemed to flicker slightly, like a pair of beautiful eyes that slightly lifted their eyelids, glancing at the pair of travelers.

Immediately, the starlight disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

After a day and a night, the sky gradually had a faint light.

After a long, long time, the wind also became smaller.

The sky in the distance was still very dark, but faintly something white was falling.

As they gradually stepped into the pure white silver lichen, Roland suddenly realized that it was snowflakes falling from the sky.

Suddenly, Leona disappeared, and Roland fell to the ground with a thud.

She danced happily in the snow, the snowflakes fluttering around her like white butterflies, turning into wooden snow when they touched her.

Leona's ballet dress was tattered, covered with wooden sand.

In these thirty-odd hours, Leona had miraculously carried Roland across this vast desert without stopping. In Hera's desert, she was not unscathed.

Roland looked at her, feeling emotional for a long time, vowing that when he could use the Blood Hide well, he would definitely help her take a bath and find a set of clothes she could wear.

A few hours later...

That night, it snowed heavily. A young wizard descended from the sky and fell into the snow. He shivered, put away the chain, looked around, and then, wearing a hood, walked in the snow for a long time.

The wind and snow blocked his vision, and he couldn't tell where he was. Holding a strange needle, he moved slowly in the snow.

Two hours later, a narrow but warm cave welcomed a person who was almost frozen stiff.

It seemed that wild beasts had already taken refuge here to escape the wind and snow. After smelling human presence, it roared fiercely a few times.

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of pure black eyes. The beast let out a whimper under the gaze of these eyes, and then its heart suddenly stopped, collapsing to the ground with a bang.

"It's just a bear."

Roland was about to freeze to death. He was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted.

He looked at the snow outside the cave, which was getting heavier and heavier, and thought, "It's pitch black outside, the wind and snow are heavy, and the mountain road is rugged, making it impossible to walk. My condition is already bad, and if I encounter a fight, I'm afraid I'll die. Haste makes waste. I'll rest well tonight, and when the snow is lighter tomorrow, I'll continue on my way."

He released ghost mist outside the cave, hiding it, and then busied himself inside the cave.

A dozen minutes later, a bonfire was lit inside the cave, and half of the bear's skin had been peeled off and thrown far away into the snow outside the cave. A large pot of snow was burning on the bonfire, melting and heating. There were also two towels inside.

Roland was by the bonfire, covering his nose while combing a wooden sculpture beside him.

Both he and the wooden sculpture were emitting the stinky smell of 'desert,' making Roland frown.

Seeing Qiong's body gradually recover from the wooden puppet state, Roland felt her pulse.

"Alive!"

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He added some magic potion to the hot water in the pot, then took off his clothes, picked up the towel in the hot water, and wiped his whole body.

He would have to boil all of these clothes in the pot later. So would Qiong's. Otherwise, living in the cave tonight would mean eating and vomiting at the same time.

Many things in the storage bag had this foul smell!

When Qiong woke up, she saw Roland sitting naked on a stone with his back to her, wiping his body.

Before Qiong could react to what was happening, she heard Roland say, "Awake? Quickly help me scrub my back. It's too smelly. If the two of us don't clean up, we won't be able to stay here tonight."

After a moment, Roland felt a trembling hand taking the towel and wiping his back.

"Put some strength into it. Haven't been scrubbed before? Haven't been to a bathhouse? Seen others scrub, right?"

Swish, swish, swish, the scrubber seemed very angry and worked very hard. Roland finally felt that the sticky stuff on his back had finally been scrubbed off.