The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

I'll see it through to the end; I, Roger, always finish what I start, okay?

I definitely have to resolve Colonel Barton's inner conflict.

Little Joey, however, thought Roger understood her intentions; with the help of alcohol, young men and women chatting about romance was such a joyful thing.

Talking about frontline experiences was just a reason to tell everyone.

But in reality, Roger then very seriously asked about Little Joey's frontline experiences.

He felt this was a necessary step for further talk therapy.

Little Joey recalled the scenes of rioting commoners and the Restoration Army's descent into madness, and almost had her PTSD relapse!

Her face turned a little pale; this wasn't the romance she had imagined!

But she had no dating experience and didn't know how to bring the rhythm back to a normal interaction between a single man and woman.

She was only good at drinking with her colleagues.

Might as well... just drink, drink until she gets drunk and does something impulsive?

Little Joey went all out.

But then she noticed that while she was drinking, Roger had switched to juice.

How could this be?

If Lord Dio isn't going to get wild, am I supposed to take the initiative?

So Little Joey pretended to be angry and said:

"Lord Dio, what's so good about juice? Quickly switch to wine, let's keep drinking!"

"My alcohol tolerance is limited; I really can't drink anymore," Roger politely declined.

"Are you going to reject me even when a beautiful woman invites you?" Little Joey feigned drunkenness and forcefully poured wine into Roger's glass.

Roger slightly dodged it.

"Lord, are you really not giving me any face?" Little Joey seemed to be both angry and happy.

Roger stood up: "You're drunk; I'll find your colleagues to take care of you and help you rest."

"You... why are you like this?"

Little Joey couldn't hold it in anymore, her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment and annoyance.

This was awkward.

She had clearly tried so hard, but this guy was like a log, not getting the hint at all.

At this moment, her true feelings flowed out, and the grievance in her eyes finally made Roger belatedly realize what was happening.

It seemed that as long as he indulged a little and drank with Little Joey until they were tipsy, it would be easy to have a romantic story.

Perhaps they could even exchange some anatomy knowledge?

However, Roger had already decided not to drink, so no one's persuasion would work.

Unless that person was the Nightless Empress, whom he couldn't afford to offend or beat...

But why would the Empress have time to persuade him to drink?

Too much thinking.

He still called a few female officers to take care of Little Joey.

Those heroic female soldiers, plus those constantly swaying, heavily-laden wheels, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

But it wasn't love.

The status of Imperial soldiers was quite special; even if nobles abandoned officers after using them, it would be troublesome.

Roger's heart didn't have the need to be an irresponsible scumbag, so his feelings arose but stopped at a slight hardening.

Testing the system's capabilities was much more important than testing Little Joey's depths.

With strength, he could lust after anyone he wanted.

Little Joey didn't hide her feelings before; feeling the sympathetic gazes of her comrades, she felt she had lost face.

She glanced at Roger with resentment, and seeing that he was completely unmoved, she stormed off:

"I don't even care about drinking with you!"

She went to drink with a few female officers, determined to drink until dawn.

Roger smiled and watched her go, then looked up at the brilliant night sky, where countless stars twinkled.

Enough relaxation; it's time to go home.

This day felt like it had gone through eighty-one tribulations; it was truly long.

Fortunately, he had to strictly adhere to a lying-flat mentality, and muddle through if he could, and muddle through even if he couldn't.

After passing the Cabinet meeting, the Nightless Empress, and Mrs. Mosconi in succession, he had fully displayed the true colors of a loafer.

Now, he had successfully muddled through Little Joey's beauty trap as well.

He was truly amazing.

There were only a few hours left until the settlement; he had a hunch that a random treasure chest was unavoidable.

After receiving lying-flat rewards for several days in a row, he had gotten the hang of it.

This system was quite metaphysical.

He had to first truly believe in his heart that he had laid flat, and then the system might give him a reward.

If he himself felt that this day had been full of ups and downs, and he had been coerced into making many helpless moves, then the system would never recognize his lying flat, and naturally, there would be no reward.

Roger walked towards the camp entrance; the sound of music gradually faded away, but he suddenly caught a few vague chants:

"Unextinguished Konoha, burn my remaining body!"

"Nature as law, soul returns to the ancestral tree!"

Suddenly, he was completely sober.

This was the chanting of a suicide attack by a fanatical believer!

"The Church of the Seven Gods has infiltrated! Everyone be careful!"

He warned loudly.

But it was too late.

Terrifying storms of divine power rose from multiple locations in the northern camp, converging into an unstoppable wave that swept through the entire camp.

Dazzling light illuminated the lively banquet.

Gales howled, houses collapsed, and the destructive energy, more condensed than ordinary magic energy, instantly took countless lives.

That was divine power, directly from the gods, using the lives of believers as sacrifices!

Strong individuals noticed the anomaly, but the change was sudden, and they couldn't make many countermeasures at all.

After all, this was the Capital of Mysteries, the core of the Empire; no one had expected the Church of the Seven Gods to cause trouble in the military camp.

Although Roger was on the edge of the camp, he was a fake high-level mage and couldn't escape the range of the self-destruction's impact in time.

While warning, he kept calling the name of the Nightless Empress in his heart, and at the same time, he ordered the system:

"System, open all the treasure chests for me!"

Taking both measures, whoever responds first is Daddy!

At this critical moment of life and death, the small goal of a ten-draw must stand aside.

Chapter 41: Under Divine Power, a Human Hell

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In fact, Roger's situation was not as dangerous as he thought.

With the Heart of the Deep Sea amulet protecting his life, as long as the AOE type divine power self-destruction doesn't kill him instantly, he will first be in an invincible position.

Of course, there is still a difference between invincibility and not being defeated.

What if the Church of the Seven Gods has follow-up moves to continue targeting the northern camp?

What if he himself is too weak and can't withstand the first wave of divine power self-destruction?

After all, the player used to be a thug in the Seven Gods camp, and he knows very well that those fanatics are completely ruthless when they get fierce, and they don't treat you as a human compatriot.

Roger believes that being cautious is always right; now is not the time for him to come out of the mountain, and there is no SL大法 in the real world.

He finally managed to lie back on the right track, and if he was screwed up by the Church of the Seven Gods like this, becoming a description on Angelina's personal belongings, that would be too unjust.

Since he couldn't escape, he immediately called his two big backers.

Blood Mom didn't give him a response.

The system responded as always immediately.

And it also intelligently applied a small time-stop enchantment to Roger.

This fully illustrates that women are unreliable, and only the system is yyds; who should he hug tightly, does he still need to hesitate?!

Roger looked at the divine power storm in front of him, freezing and solidifying into streaks of blood-colored ripples, his face ugly.

He smelled the smell of death, saw the shattered human bodies, and his stomach was cramping.

The system opened the seven treasure chests he had worked so hard to accumulate:

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Okamoto 001 set (unlimited number)."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Phoenix Blood Marrow Potion."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Shoes of Distant Travel."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining Divine Tea Ceremony."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining Compound Vitamin Tablets."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Small Gift Pack of Three Fourth-Circle Spells."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining Master-level Veronica Royal Swordsmanship."

Random treasure chests are worthy of their name, Roger gained new skills, and also some miscellaneous items...

Others have a Desert Eagle with unlimited bullets, he has an inexhaustible supply of little umbrellas...

The combat power difference is so big, okay?

"Unfortunately, there is still no reward that directly increases magic power..."

Roger was very helpless.

In fact, the Veronica Royal Swordsmanship of the former dynasty was also a very powerful skill in the game.

But these skills don't match his super strong mental power and can't immediately form combat power.

Without magic power, not to mention fourth-circle spells, he can't even cast first-circle spells.

But this time the treasure chest opening still had surprises, and a powerful prop made Roger feel that his future was promising:

[Phoenix Blood Marrow Potion: A special potion refined from the blood essence of seven phoenixes. After taking it, you will receive the Nirvana Blessing. After natural exhaustion of lifespan or accidental death, you will obtain a growable Phoenix Bloodline talent, Advanced Fire Affinity/Advanced Fire Immunity.]

In the Nightless World, the phoenix is a powerful magical beast of the same level as the dragon.

Killing seven of them to refine this small tube of phoenix blood marrow shows its preciousness.

Its Nirvana Blessing effect is also quite powerful.

Resurrection on the spot, and those who kill me will also make me stronger.

With advanced fire affinity, Roger will not be a waste brother, and he will be able to accumulate fire magic power even while sleeping.

This is the way that magical beasts and warlocks become stronger, from the power of bloodlines.

Just like a storm gathering, the sooner the better.