"You don’t seem surprised at all... not even doubting the truth of my words."
Yumit also noticed the oddness.
Roger didn’t answer his confusion but instead reached out and pinched the afterimage in mid-air. With a slight force, space compressed, and Yumit disintegrated into fragnts amidst a scream, leaving only a roar of unwillingness.
"Damn it, you can’t do this!"
"I’ve said all there is to say, you can die now." Roger had no psychological burden. If this guy really ca from the Soul Realm, then even if he stood on the sa side as Roger now, he must be hiding his own motives.
But this Yumit’s power was sowhat too weak, it seed like his abilities were rather special.
This ti there was no one to stop, and when Roger reappeared, he was already at Olivia’s workplace.
As soon as his figure appeared, Olivia reacted, as if she had been waiting here for a long ti.
The desk was filled with files, Olivia held a pen in hand, but it was evident her attention wasn’t on the work before her.
Aerfie, who was almost inseparable from her, was not by her side either.
"Looks like you knew I would show up here."
Roger said with a smile.
Olivia clenched the pen in her hand, "What are you doing here?" Her face was calm, but the emotions flashing in her eyes exposed her current mood.
"Stall him, find any possible way to stall him, even if it ans dying." The words the teacher once instructed echoed in her ears, and at the sa ti, a sowhat nacing face flashed in her mind.
"I need to find Tristramy’s location in the Soul Realm, that’s all."
"I... I don’t know!"
Olivia gritted her teeth and shook her head.
"Is that so."
Roger thoughtfully looked Olivia up and down, this simple action made Olivia’s entire body tense up, becoming extrely nervous.
She unconsciously activated her ability, but she didn’t sense any attack intent.
"What’s going on?"
"Has my power lost its effect? Or will I perish in the next attack!"
While Olivia was lost in wild imaginings, Roger suddenly changed the subject, "Since you don’t know, then goodbye."
With that, he made a move to leave.
"Wait a minute!" A voice echoed in Olivia’s heart, forcing her to stop Roger from leaving.
"Don’t go, I’ll tell."
Roger stopped his steps, revealing a aningful smile.
Soon he obtained Tristramy’s precise location from Olivia.
This kind of area was more like a safe house, and without proper guidance, trying to find it was akin to fishing for a needle in the ocean.
Under Roger’s gaze, Olivia felt as if she was naked before this man, with all her secrets from body to soul exposed.
That calm gaze made her feel afraid.
For so reason, she felt the man before her had beco much stronger since the last ti he left.
Having acquired the information he wanted, Roger did not hurry to leave, and he even pulled out a chair to sit across from Olivia.
He crossed his hands on his knees, watching Olivia’s expression with interest.
No, Roger wasn’t watching Olivia but rather what’s hidden behind her...
"Not planning to show yourself?"
"Else I’ll really leave."
Roger said aloud.
"You can try, arrogant one, it’s already too late to think about leaving now."
A familiar voice sounded, and a frail woman appeared, wearing a brown robe and a delicate mask.
The mask lacked facial features, with complex patterns swirling together, spinning like a vortex.
Almost at the mont that figure appeared, Roger swung his fist.
Boom!
After a muffled thud.
The woman’s head burst open, with scattered blood and brain matter confined within a narrow range, not a drop splattered on Olivia.
Thud.
The woman’s body fell to the ground, and the blood from her neck quickly stained the carpet red.
"It’s useless, I’m not here."
From Roger’s rear flank, Tristramy’s voice ca again.
Roger slightly turned his head and then saw a woman with the sa decorative appearance.
"They are all followers of fate, what else do you want to try?" Tristramy sneered.
"Just this?"
This woman’s combat power was of no threat to him, Roger sneered.
Thud!
Suddenly, a loud crash sounded, and the door shattered, followed by four burly figures over three ters tall, clad in heavy armor and wielding massive weapons, entering from the main entrance.
Their bodies were robust, blocking the only exit like giants, with bloodthirsty red light flickering in their eyes.
"Where’s my gun?"
"Hand it over."
Considering the figure, Roger quickly thought of the na he heard during the last attack.
"Gusman."
However, he frowned slightly regarding Gusman’s question...
What do you an by your gun?
"Sorry, I broke it."
"Then I’ll tear you apart!"
The four giants roared in unison and almost simultaneously launched an attack, but their attack movents were entirely different.
When the movents unfolded, Roger saw the clues within.
The latter was a supplent to the forr; the attacks of the four ford a cycle, rendering their actions flawless.
And this ti, not only the weapons in their hands but even the armor on their bodies was Soul Weapon, one could say for this assault, Gusman had used all he had.
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