扒开粉嫩的小缝隙喷白浆

It became brighter and brighter, and everyone present felt a pressure descending from the void as if there was a pair of huge eyes staring at them from above.

Above their heads, however, was just the soil of the cave layer. But it wasn’t an illusion, and even Andonara was staring a little nervously above herself, glancing at the increasingly bright magic gate now and then.

Unlike them, the pressure Roland felt was a different matter.

A mental power that made him very uncomfortable came from the spatial magic gate.

It split into countless mental threads that seemed to be scouting.

Everyone’s mental power “flavor” was different.

Andonara’s mental power, for example, was sweet, like honey.

Vivian’s was apple-flavored.

First Princess Stephanie’s felt roughly like a snow pear.

Of course, this was also a personal feeling.

There was a high degree of subjectivity.

And the mental threads reaching from across the other side smelled of sulfur and even of niter in a manure pit.

It was quite disgusting. Roland was also the strongest in mental power here, and he was the only one who could “see” these thin, whisker-like webs of mental power.

No one else felt it.

“Everyone stand back,” Roland called out in a small voice.

Seeing the phenomenon of the magic gate lighting up and the odd power in the air, as if it was some kind of demonic god staring at them, the players of Cornucopia, who were already extremely wary, immediately backed up upon hearing the words.

Andonara didn’t go. She stood behind Roland, her hand on the hilt of her sword, to protect him immediately in case something happened.

Although she understood that Golden Sons couldn’t die, she just didn’t want Roland to get hurt.

It was like knowing that a minor injury wouldn’t kill someone, but it was just as heartbreaking for someone close to see it.

Roland was in a difficult position at this point.

Normally, the only way to cut through mental power was for another’s mental power to go over and twist and break the other party’s mental threads.

But the problem was that... Roland didn’t want to touch the other party with his mental power.

It was like how you wouldn’t want to touch a pile of feces when you saw it.

It was just that these mental threads were becoming more and more numerous, and they were beginning to gradually coalesce as if to make some sort of maneuver.

Roland was tempted to stop it, and in this case, it was obvious that stopping the other side would be the right thing to do.

But he didn’t want to use his mental power to touch the other party’s feces-like mental threads and was in a difficult situation when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a weapon that could deal with mental power.

Reaching into his Backpack, Roland brought out the giant black scythe.

After brandishing it a few times to show off, he sliced at the densely packed mental threads.

The giant black scythe was light, almost weightless, and even Roland could brandish it impressively.

It hadn’t been a waste of time for him to learn how to use a war scythe from Andonara.

He was already fast, fierce, and accurate. As the scythe sliced down, the mental threads in its path broke.

It was as simple as using a razor to help a believer’s tonsure.

With a swish, all the threads broke and fell to the ground, twisting a few times before they turned into nothing but mental energy and finally disappeared into the air. The cutting of these mental threads was accompanied by a roar of pain and anger from the other side of the magic gate. Judging by the loudness of the voice, it was probably a creature of considerable size.

The other side was cautious... coming over and scouting with their mental power first.

But unfortunately, the Nether God’s War Scythe in Roland’s hand could even cut through souls, not to mention mere mental power.

Severing them and being unable to take them back was quite damaging. “What is that thing on the other side?” asked Andonara, a little nervous.

She felt uncomfortable. The instincts of her Hero bloodline told her that the monster on the other side seemed to have some affinity with her.

This made her remember what Diablo had said more than a year ago.

The so-called Heroes were nothing more than traitors of the Realm of Devils.

And just now Roland said that this magic gate was from the Realm of Devils, so for some reason, Andonara felt a little distracted.

Roland threw down three magic spiders, watched them burrow into the magic array, and said, “Not sure, but I can go check it out.”

Soon, images came from the magic spiders.

The spiders that had passed through the magic gate appeared in a red land.

It was either a desert or simply red soil, and there were no plants to be seen. It was covered in rolling hills with no visible end.

The sky was black, and it was densely populated with stars, large and small, of varying brightness, like fireflies packed together, near and far.

The whole world looked desolate and seemed devoid of life.

But not far away, Roland saw a huge figure that was walking slowly.

It had a somewhat humanoid upper body and a pair of huge, vaguely bat-like wings on its back.

The lower half of its body was similar to a dragon’s, very bloated, yet it walked on four legs, and it had a long, fat, fleshy tail trailing on the ground. It swayed its body slightly from side to side as it walked. Roland had the three spiders follow quietly behind it, and then he noticed that the strange giant creature seemed to be injured and that the swaying of its body was the result of unsteadiness.

This is the devilish creature whose mental threads I severed? Roland became curious and kept the three spiders on its heels.

The strange giant creature kept going, and after a while, a woman with devilish wings on her back, goat horns on her head, a pair of goat’s hooves, and in rather revealing clothing suddenly flew down from the air!

Succubus!

This figure was so classic.

Almost any book about summoned creatures, or men’s dreams, mentioned this creature from the Realm of Devils.

The dream lover of all Warlocks.

The flower of the Realm of Devilsthat had the two labels of “loyal and capable” and “no betrayal during the time of contract.”

Up until now, there had been some Warlocks among players who summoned Succubi.

But it took more than luck to summon such a devilish creature.

It took strength and special offerings.

It wasn’t that simple. Otherwise, feces Warlocks wouldn’t contract those maggots. It was because they couldn’t summon a Succubus that they were forced to do so.

This Succubus was quite strong. In the images transferred from the spiders, the level of the NPC couldn’t be seen, just her visage. But judging from the aura, Roland reckoned she was probably close to being a Legend.

She landed in front of the strange, giant creature and said a few words, and then suddenly looked over and then pointed. Roland then lost the mental imprints of the three spiders. “Busted!”

Roland clicked his tongue as he looked at the portal. He thought for a moment about exiting the cave and then using a large fireball to blow the place down.

But it was also at this time that a system message suddenly appeared in the sight of all the players.

“Player Roland unsealed the Realm of Devils portal and successfully triggered the server’s established event. The expansion ‘Realm of Devils Expedition’ is officially online, and the reputation store is officially open. After half an hour, players can see the goods in the reputation store.

“For the content related to ‘Realm of Fiends Expedition’, no official information will be revealed. Players are invited to explore the detailed contents by themselves.

“Roland has obtained the title of ‘Advanced Falan Pathfinder,’ health cap increased by 10 points and magic cap by 25 points.”

This system message was seen by all the players, including the Cornucopia members in the party.

Roland was speechless.

The players of Cornucopia were even more speechless.

Especially Charles who was still in Delpon.

He had only meant for Roland to do the heavy lifting and boost his guild members.

As a result, the little scheme was discovered, not to mention that now the follow-up of this quest was so important. This kind of quest was also known as the unlocking quest. If it was completed by someone from their guild, then it was bound to give them a lot of face, and it would be easier to recruit powerful players in the future.

Now all of it was credited to Roland.

It was a typical example of suffering a double loss after trying to trick the enemy.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn’t help but fiercely slam the glass of wine he was holding onto the table.

“Damn it. I never win when I go against Roland.”

The wine glass shattered into several pieces. Douglas, long accustomed to Charles’ angry nature and style, took a sip of fruit wine and said, “It is our fortune to come from a good background. The appearance of virtual games is Roland’s fortune. It’s not something we should envy.”

“I’m just not convinced.” Charles covered his face in dismay. “I have used all my efforts, even endured humiliation, but still this is the result. The heavens are too unfair.”

“It is indeed very unfair. You are born to the second-generation rich, while many people are born into poor families, not to mention that they might have a congenital disability. Who do they look to for a reason!”

Charles stood up. “I’m not talking to you about it. I feel like you’ve been poisoned by Roland. Is it interesting to suck up to an employee when you’re a superior person?” “It’s interesting!” Douglas was completely unmoved.

Charles shook his head and walked away. At the same time, after Roland read the system message, he temporarily gave up the intention of collapsing the dragon’s lair.

After all, judging by the name of the expansion, it seemed that this magic gate was going to be used.

Best to leave it for now.

He took Andonara’s hand, and after leaving the cave, he left the people of Cornucopia behind and teleported back to Delpon.

Once he returned to the city, he saw Charles waiting in front of his manor.

When Charles saw Roland, he welcomed him and said, “Almighty, I have some things I want to talk to you about.”

“Then let’s talk.” Roland was also fine with it.

The two sat down, and Andonara personally went to the kitchen and made a blend of fruit wine and set it in front of the two.

Charles took a sip of fruit wine and said, “Mr. Roland, in a moment I will have the payment for the Dragon Meat Reagent sent over. Now, let’s talk about other things. For example, what do you know about this Realm of Devils Expedition?”

“Not much.” Roland shook his head. “But from the name, it should be the game content of us players’ expedition to the Realm of Devils.”

“But it could also be the Realm of Devils’ campaign on us!” Doing business was to know how to “smile,” but at this time Charles wasn’t in the mood to do so. “No matter what it is, we need a lot of resources and battle power. Battle power, you have it, Almighty, but I’m sure you don’t have that many resources. This is my guild’s area of expertise, so I think we should cooperate and complement each other’s strengths and make up for each other’s weaknesses.

Indeed.

Roland was powerful in his own right, and roping in Roland was the equivalent of having Queen Andonara, a superb fighter.

Also, he might be able to rope in the other F6 members to help out.

Especially Schuck; one person and one dragon could go against a whole guild. Which guild with a little ambition wouldn’t want to recruit Roland and Schuck!

“Sorry, F6 doesn’t align itself with anyone.”

“Then it’s always okay to help each other out.” Charles offered a smile with difficulty. “I think this expansion, for sure, is focused on group activities.”

“But we F6 are also a group.”

Charles felt annoyed at how unmoved this man was by force and persuasion. “Well, what kind of conditions do you need before you will help us? Please feel free to say. As long as it’s not too exaggerated, I can promise you anything.” “None, thanks.” Still, in a flat tone of voice, he declined.

Charles stood up in exasperation, and without any words of social etiquette, stormed off. In reality, not only Charles but almost all the guilds were trying to find a way to contact Roland and Schuck.

There weren’t many fools among the players. The term Realm of Devils Expedition was a big event at first glance and dealing with a big event naturally required the strength of a team.

In any team, a leader was required.

And there was a lot of discussion about Roland in the forums at this time.

“Damn, it’s Roland again, annoying as hell.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it. He’s just that skilled.”

“Skilled my a**, it’s just dumb luck. I heard that the credit should have gone to Cornucopia.”

“Tsk, Cornucopia can break the seal? They don’t have a single high-level Mage, do they?” “Don’t expose them. You’ll lose Cornucopia as a friend if you cut them to the quick so much.”

“The reputation store’s loaded. There’s so much equipment.”

“I also saw that there are many recipes, all of them top-notch, but they require so much reputation, and it’s unclear how reputation can be acquired effectively right now.”

“Just wait until Roland figures it out, right?”

“Always relying on others, you don’t have hands of your own!”

“I just like to be a freeloader, you got a problem with that?”

Roland exited the game after the routine server downtime, browsed the forums for a while, and was about to go over to the Yu family ancestral shrine to meditate and absorb energy when Schuck called him and asked him to meet at the cold drink bar for an urgent matter.

He immediately pedaled a public bike and rushed to the cold drink bar. He had thought Schuck called him over to discuss the Realm of Devils Expedition. It turned out that Schuck mysteriously grinned and pulled out a package, which he then unwrapped in front of their friends.

Seeing how smug he was, Roland thought it was some kind of electronic accessory or something, like a graphics card ending in 90 or whatever.

It turned out to be a figurine.

And it was a figurine of the scene when Roland was beaten into the walls.

The famous scene was recreated.

It was the last official poll where players were allowed to decide which figurine they wanted to be made.

As soon as the figurine was brought out, Roland’s face turned green. Then his friends laughed so hard that they couldn’t keep their backs straight. It didn’t help that this thing was quite well made.

Roland’s expressions and movements were recreated with great realism.

After a moment of gloom, Roland could only accept that the figurines had been made—what else could he do?

After laughing for so long that his abs hurt, Schuck wiped his tears and stammered, “Do you know how many copies of this thing sold?”

“How many?”

“When I bought it, the official website marked that over four million copies had been sold, and that was three days ago. Now it’s estimated to have broken six million.” Schuck wanted to laugh again. “It’s estimated that eventually, it will break ten million.”

He didn’t think that a figurine of his friend would be so popular.

There were only five hundred thousand players in the entire game, so what was with these extra millions of buyers?

Did they have a problem?

Roland, who had managed to calm down, became gloomy again, so he had to change the subject. “Let’s talk about the Realm of Devils Expedition.”