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

So, without hesitation, Roger drank the Phoenix Blood Marrow Potion.

A flame-like heat flowed down his esophagus, and he felt like he was burning up.

Then it transformed into energy in his limbs and bones, latent within his body.

This should be the Nirvana blessing provided by the potion.

Confirming the potion was working, Roger took off the Amulet of the Deep Sea Heart and put it into his space ring.

For a young man who craved power, knowing he would become stronger upon revival, what was there to fear from death?

As he completed this action, the time stop also ended.

Looking at the incoming divine power storm, Roger felt no fear, no panic, but instead, he puffed out his chest.

Come, face me head-on! Tear me apart!

I, Dio, am about to be reborn in Nirvana, and then directly transcend!

"Dio!"

Suddenly hearing a shout, Roger's vision blurred.

Little Joey Barton teleported to his side via short-range teleportation.

Able to surpass many men as a woman, Little Joey possessed not only excellent commanding skills but was also a powerful mage.

She already had the strength of a Magister.

When the self-destruction occurred, she subconsciously searched for Lord Dio.

Then she saw him in danger, yet still without fear.

Although Little Joey was still sulking, her heart trembled.

Such a hero, even if I can't have him, must not be harmed by the Church of the Seven Gods!

Aren't imperial soldiers supposed to protect such people?

So, completely disregarding her personal safety, she risked teleporting and then opened a magical shield to protect them both.

Then, one after another, protective magic spells landed on Roger.

She didn't care about herself, feeling that with her equipment and magic, she could withstand this wave of self-destruction.

But she misjudged the damage from the fanatics summoning the descent of divine power.

When the divine power storm arrived, her magic shield was no different from paper, instantly torn apart.

The equipment and magic shield on her body were even weaker.

The frontal destructive power of the God of Nature's divine power was not the strongest, but its adhesiveness was terrifying.

Like getting athlete's foot, one infects two...

Anyway, once you get it, it's hard to deal with.

Roger had Little Joey stacking protective magic and enhancement buffs on him like crazy, and he withstood the wave of damage, without even breaking his shield.

But Little Joey was eroded by divine power, and although she tried to suppress it with magic, it was clear that the divine power had a higher rank, and in turn, devoured her magic as nourishment, destroying her body wildly!

In just an instant, countless explosions occurred in Little Joey's body, countless bones were broken, and she spat blood and collapsed into Roger's arms.

Roger subconsciously hugged her, still a little unable to react.

Alas, am I not dead?

Girl, are you an undercover agent from the Church of the Seven Gods? Why did you interrupt my Nirvana?

Do you know that as long as I die in an accident, I can get rid of the name of being trash, and then get rid of the job of Minister of History, so I don't have to fight wits and courage with my blood mother?

Don't tell me that the outrageous thing of falling in love at first sight will also befall me?

But the next second, the raging divine power storm stopped, and seeing the scene in front of him, he no longer had time to think about these things.

His laid-back, detached state of mind was shattered into glass shards because of the fanatics' sudden attack.

The self-destruction of these fanatics, if not comparable to a small nuclear bomb, was at least a high-yield cloud explosive.

The North Camp, after being swept by the divine power storm, was now a deep pit.

There was not a single complete building, and incomplete corpses were everywhere.

The military also had strong individuals, but they were often in the center of the explosion, severely eroded by divine power, constantly devouring their magic, and collapsed on the ground, wailing in pain...

The holy divine power still flickered with afterglow, illuminating the most glaring river of blood.

A living hell, nothing more than this.

Games and movies, no matter how realistic, are fake, and cannot present even one ten-thousandth of the hellish scene that Roger was witnessing.

Not long ago, he had seen the Eternal Night Empress initially grasp divine power, drawing a '正' character on her leg, demonstrating the creativity of this power.

Now, he was seeing the most violent and cruel destructive power of divine power, and no one below the level of a Magister could survive in such an explosion.

Those who survived were also eroded by divine power and were in critical condition.

Fear, anger, powerlessness, disgust...

The food he had eaten earlier churned out, and he knelt on the ground and vomited...

The historian talked eloquently about unrestricted warfare, but in reality, he was just an ordinary person born in a peaceful era, and this was the first time he had faced a real battlefield.

Humans are too weak in the face of gods, even if they are just lambs of the gods.

Suddenly, a small hand caressed his face, stopping Roger from falling into the abyss of fear and blood.

Chapter 42 Death is Always One Step Behind Me

"I'm sorry..."

A soft voice pulled Roger's attention back from the North Camp, which had turned into a sea of blood.

Little Joey in his arms showed an apologetic smile, her hand stroking his face, trying to wipe the bloodstains from his face, "I'm sorry, Lord Dio, it splashed on your face..."

"It's okay... Don't move around, you're not in a good condition right now."

Roger subconsciously held her hand, a little dazed, and a complex emotion that he couldn't explain welled up in his heart.

This girl, you are breathing weakly, on the verge of life and death, the point you care about is too humble, right?

"I'm okay, I'm very content to see that you're alright, my Lord."

"Are you stupid? Isn't your own life a life too?"

"I'm just an ordinary officer, but you, my Lord, are a wise man who can lead the empire forward, and there are many more confused people who need your guidance... So, this exchange is worth it."

Roger stared at the female colonel in his arms, who had an infinitely bright future. With her strength, the probability of surviving such a self-destruction attack was quite high.

But she had protected him when the divine power storm descended.

Even if she interrupted his Nirvana blessing, it could not be denied that this was considered a life-saving act.

He might not need it, but he couldn't help but be moved by such a sentiment.

Faced with such deadly danger, it was difficult for people to have scheming and calculation, and this should be almost the most instinctive reaction.

Is this the imperial soldier?

Even in the face of divine power like the sea, they put life and death aside and had to complete their duties first?

This isn't a game, she doesn't have a Nirvana blessing, and she will really die!

Roger felt the girl in his arms, whose life was like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time, and was shocked.

Even if there might be some other feelings besides this sense of responsibility, Roger felt that sentence...

It's hardest to bear the kindness of a beauty.

Clearly, he had rejected her not long ago, causing her to lose face in front of her colleagues.

As a master of survival, Roger subconsciously asked, "Do you regret it?"

Little Joey showed a smile, bright and satisfied: "The glory of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, not in bed!"

Actually, what I'm happy about is that I can die in your arms.

That way, even if you don't like me, you will remember me for a long, long time, right?

It's just that such a statement is too cheesy and will cause you extra trouble, so let me be an ordinary soldier who is willing to protect you, my Lord.

Some things just can't be explained.

I don't know when it started, but it's been deep ever since.

When a person is not overwhelmed by the burdens of life, it may be that they just glanced at you in the crowd, and an occasional word that touches the soul becomes a moth flying towards the flame.

"You won't die."

Roger said affirmatively.

He took out the Amulet of the Deep Sea Heart and put it on Little Joey.

The divine power erosion was still continuing, and even the artifact couldn't expel it.

But the vitality provided by the Deep Sea Heart could temporarily ensure that Little Joey was not in mortal danger.

Boom!

The sound of a spell exploding, followed by the screams of imperial soldiers dying from the direction of the center of the camp.

More than one sound.

Roger's expression became serious.

It was clear that the church had a backup plan.

He stuffed Little Joey into a pile of dead people: "Don't make a sound no matter what you see next, this is an order."

Little Joey watched Roger walk back towards the center of the camp, tears rolling from her eyes.

Because there were still colleagues who needed help, even if there were unknown dangers ahead, Lord Dio went against the current.

And he left the life-saving equipment to her.

Feeling the continuous stream of vitality, she was very sure that it must be very precious equipment.

What a noble sentiment!

She had to admit that there were impulsive factors in her saving Lord Dio.

But Lord Dio, in a safe situation where he could retreat, still chose to help the soldiers in the camp after careful consideration.

I'm just lusting after his body, I'm cheap.

It is a true hero to go against the current calmly like Lord Dio!

"Lord Dio, you must be okay, even if you disdain me, I will always, always protect you..."

Little Joey silently prayed for Roger.

Roger really didn't think much at this time.

Church believers wanted to kill him, and imperial soldiers saved his life at the cost of their lives.

At least tonight, his camp was determined and would never deviate!

So when he discovered that the church's believers had really arranged for people to deliver the final blow to the survivors who needed help, he was very angry.

He wanted to do something for these soldiers and, by the way, stimulate the Nirvana blessing.

Soon, he found a lieutenant colonel who was strolling leisurely among the wounded, delivering the final blow to the fallen imperial soldiers.

He was wearing an imperial military uniform, but his body was surging with divine power.

Roger tore open the magic scroll he was carrying.

It was clearly a sneak attack, but the lieutenant colonel dodged all the lightning bolts that shot at him.

"Look what I found? A Cabinet Minister! The merit of killing you is five times that of these imperial soldiers!"

The lieutenant colonel saw Roger and showed an excited expression, holding a dagger and rushing towards him.

Roger's reaction couldn't keep up with his speed at all, losing track of him.

But he wasn't afraid, clutching a Flame Storm scroll.