Chapter 87 “New Generation of Powerhouses” Roger
In fact, Roger had been eyeing this Tequila Princess for a long time.
Even if there were points he hadn’t figured out before, the long time in the mind demon realm was enough for him to ponder most of them.
In the game’s storyline, Tasika was a devout believer of the War Goddess, who organized an elite orc allied army and provided considerable assistance to the Tianming Army from the rear.
However, the princess was a mere mascot throughout, lacking much combat power herself.
The princess on the dragon’s back was said to be a gift from the War Goddess, a boon for her believers.
But preparing a reinforcement formation and releasing the Eris Demon Worms was something only a legendary-level professional could achieve.
Roger remembered this clearly.
In his First Playthrough, he had taken on a mission requiring him to use Eris Demon Worms as a rearguard, and he discovered that completing it had a strict requirement of legendary level or higher.
This forced him, who had always skipped classes, to go and grind levels specifically, a task that had greatly annoyed him.
Therefore, in the current situation, Roger had ample reason to suspect that the Tequila Princess of this World had been modified by the War Goddess, or that a powerful being like an Angel had descended within her.
The stimulus from the Pig Farm must have been quite intense for that little brat; it would be strange if she hadn’t prepared a backup.
Combined with the previous reaction of the orc tribes, Roger leaned more towards the theory of a powerful being’s descent.
This was because, given the Tequila Princess’s personality as portrayed in the game, she wouldn’t abandon her troops and flee in the face of danger.
Previously, she had employed ruthless stratagems like “setting dogs on dogs and using borrowed knives to kill,” using Rommel’s army to eliminate the upper echelon of the orc tribes, and then using those very upper echelons as bait to lure Rommel’s army into a trap. These cruel tactics were also very much in the style of the War Goddess.
So, upon obtaining the cheat called “Empress of Eternal Night,” Roger immediately set his sights on this Tequila Princess.
A single “Other Dimension Banishment” severed any possibility of her sneaking away.
Old Jossda was practically in tears, desperately trying to break through the space specifically generated for him to escape, but his progress was exceptionally slow.
He was the High Priest, a true legendary powerhouse, and setting up the formation to release the Eris Demon Worms was as easy as breathing.
However, within Tasika’s body, he was effectively emaciated.
He possessed some characteristics of a legendary powerhouse, but his physical fitness, Magic Power, Mental Power, and so on, were still at the level of the mascot princess.
This was akin to a boss who had hired a booster to reach King rank; his rank looked impressive, but as soon as the game started, he became a liability.
On the surface, it was Roger who acted, but in reality, the difficulty check inherited from the Empress of Eternal Night meant that it would take Old Jossda centuries to escape this Other Dimension Banishment.
Seeing that Tasika’s resistance was weak and that she couldn’t escape, Roger shifted his attention to the main battlefield.
It was time to showcase his true skills!
Having been killed tens of thousands of times in the mind demon realm, although it was the Empress of Eternal Night who struck, it was ultimately because of this war.
After so many heart-wrenching deaths, a sense of aggression had unconsciously accumulated in Roger’s heart.
He couldn’t forget the desperate and helpless young girls on the city walls or the princesses who were forced to mature by the fireplace. Having empathized with their fated circumstances, he truly wished for an “Eternal Night Unparalleled” to shatter the gods and end this world’s nightmare.
Alas, he could not.
But on this battlefield, with the Magic Power surging within him, he could still rewrite the course of the war, could he not?
At this moment, the battle between the Imperial Army and the elite orc allied army had resumed.
However, it was the orc side that had attacked just moments ago, intending to wipe out the Imperial Army.
Now that the Empress of Eternal Night had returned, the orcs were arranging for troops to act as a rearguard, attempting to allow their main force to escape and avoid a pincer attack.
Although the Imperial Army was exhausted, they had found a chance to survive from their desperate situation and immediately switched from defense to offense, pursuing and intercepting the enemies who had tried to attack them while they were weak.
This was the strategic deterrence of the Empress of Eternal Night.
She hadn’t even made a move, yet she had already reversed the offensive and defensive momentum between the two sides.
Just ten minutes ago, the scene of her instantly killing the Silver Dragon was still vivid in the orcs’ minds.
No one would think that their magic resistance was higher than that of an adult dragon, nor would anyone believe their HP was longer than that of an adult dragon.
Surely not, right?
Then why not run quickly!
For the orcs, the good news was that the Imperial Army was in dire straits.
The magic corps had already run out of magic power and were diligently meditating to recover, slightly increasing their chances of escape.
Just then, Roger joined the fray!
The magic bombardment began.
If I can’t defeat the gods, can’t I at least defeat you dogs of the gods?
*Cough cough*, normally I can’t, but I have a cheat!
The cheat called Empress of Eternal Night, whoever uses it will know its power!
His Mental Power was not low, and with the support of the Empress of Eternal Night’s Magic Power, Roger experienced for the first time what it was like to cast magic as easily as drinking water.
Whether it was large-scale forbidden spells or low-level spells whose power, enhanced by the Empress of Eternal Night’s numerous magic specialties, was not inferior to forbidden spells, he didn’t need to chant incantations or perform casting actions.
He only needed to think of the corresponding spell name to cast it at will.
The faster he thought, the faster he cast.
Mana? Cooldown? Damage calculation?
Stop calculating, just mash your keyboard and obliterate the enemy immediately.
Combat above legendary level is that simple, unpretentious, and boring.
And Roger showed no mercy.
When a person dies too many times, suffers too much pain, the value of life in their heart quietly changes.
It had to be said that even the most decisive beings in the game were a little hesitant when facing a real war in reality.
Seeing the lively orcs and a bunch of cute beast-eared girls, Roger couldn’t help but have thoughts like “the lives of orcs matter too.”
Of course, he hadn’t reached the point of embracing His Majesty and saying, “Let’s not fight anymore.”
But in his heart, he had sought a path to peacefully transform the orcs into vassals, to honestly help the Empire complete its basic magical industrialization…
However, seeing these orcs now, Roger’s thoughts had turned to:
It was you lot who sealed the space, it was you who wanted to kill the entire Imperial Army, and it was you who wanted to ruin me as well, right?
Do you know what it feels like to be blasted into quarks three thousand times by magic?
Peaceful evolution my ass, all of you crawl for me!
As Roger showcased his varied magic and demonstrated various wondrous combo techniques, he finally began to resemble a powerhouse in this world.
Modern civilization is progressive; with full granaries, people know etiquette, and the average moral standard of modern people is certainly higher than that of the natives of the Eternal Night World.
But in an era where the strong and the weak are clearly divided, noble virtues often become a burden.
If Batman entered the Infinite Wars and adhered to his no-kill creed, no matter how high his initial advantage, it would be difficult for him to survive five team fights.
Unless one possesses strength that transcends the rules, a person must adapt to the environment to thrive.
One can have ideals, but they must be adaptable to the situation, pursuing a path of strength with unique characteristics of the Eternal Night World.
However, the environment in which one grows leaves profound imprints on a person. Laws, morals, and ethics form a mold, subconsciously constraining one’s behavior, sometimes without even realizing it.
Until countless deaths in the mind demon realm pried open a crack in Roger’s heart.
The Empress of Eternal Night then timely offered him an “invincibility trial card,” widening this crack.
After all, the feeling of cheating was too wonderful!
From the perspective of the Imperial Army, Roger was now handsome and powerful, a rising star of the new generation on this battlefield.
Let us all praise Marquess Lacapas, Roger Charles!
Roger’s hand, clasped with the Empress of Eternal Night’s, was covered by her imperial robes, so it was impossible to see from the ground that it was the Empress of Eternal Night substituting for him.
They could only see terrifying magic energy swirling around Roger. His Phoenix bloodline, due to the active fire elements, caused red magic patterns to appear on the back of his casting right hand, making him look like a god of war.
One powerful magic spell after another, or clever combinations, cut off the orcs’ escape routes, causing them endless trouble.
Some orc powerhouses also targeted Roger, attempting to sneak attack and assassinate this young powerhouse.
But as soon as such thoughts were acted upon, they often faced a series of rapid combinations of intermediate and low-level magic, counter-assassinating these powerhouses halfway.
Roger’s performance was nothing like that of a novice mage who had never been on a battlefield.
While supporting his troops, he did not let up on his own defenses.
Furthermore, his combat experience was frighteningly rich.
With the least cost, the fastest speed, and the most decisive reactions, a seamless combo flowed like muscle memory, “sniping” the orc powerhouses who intended to approach him.
Clearly, Roger was very familiar with the combat routines of orc shamans and war priests, always able to predict the enemy’s movements.
Despite being alone, he suppressed the magical power of the entire rearguard, making the Imperial Army’s pursuit incredibly smooth!
Gradually, the orc allied army’s intention of an orderly retreat was shattered, and their organization and formation were on the verge of collapsing under the combined efforts of Roger and the Imperial Army.
The Empress of Eternal Night wanted Roger’s name to be sung on the battlefield, and it seemed she had succeeded.
The boosted morale of the Imperial Army and the despair of the orcs were a shared testament to the birth of a new “powerhouse.”
However, the orcs were even more despairing because the Imperial Army still had the “unmoved” Empress of Eternal Night.
Realizing this, the orc allied army’s morale completely collapsed.
The Empress of Eternal Night smiled slightly, quite pleased with Roger’s performance.
He had not wasted Her Majesty’s trust; even with the same magic consumption, Roger’s combat performance was a bit more efficient than hers…
After all, she was a legendary-level being who played annihilation matches every day, while Roger was a player who barely passed with extreme effort.
No matter how arrogant, one still had the instinct to calculate damage.
It had to be said that Roger had somewhat let himself go in this battle, instinctively using many skill sets summarized and circulated by players.
Among them were super-powered skill combinations that only existed in imagination, as normal game characters lacked the skill points and magic power to construct them.
But for the Empress of Eternal Night, these were not a problem at all.
You can’t do it, but I can!
However, the chain reactions of many magic combinations, born from players’ whimsical ideas, were incredibly effective. This was the first time the Empress of Eternal Night had seen them, and she was greatly enlightened.
She couldn’t help but lament Roger’s abysmal magical talent.
His creativity in combat, keen combat intuition, excellent reflexes, broad vision, and rich practical experience meant that as long as he had sufficient magic power, he could fully grow into a powerful mage who dominated the battlefield…
Wait, an instant, where did he get that combat experience?!
The Empress of Eternal Night discovered a blind spot in Roger!
This trash younger brother, who had only recently been promoted to junior mage, acted as if he was experienced and at ease in legendary-level magical combat?
With the same level of skill, the rapid killing of legendary shamans like that belonged to the few powerhouses in the Imperial Army, and weren’t they all hardened veterans who had crawled out of seas of corpses and blood?
This trash younger brother, deserves it?
She was unaware that players had already defeated legendary beings like herself, let alone were skilled at quickly killing legendary mages.
There were plenty of videos on video websites detailing strategies for quickly killing the Empress of Eternal Night and challenging the final boss without taking damage.
The Fourth Cataclysm was not called that for nothing.
No matter how strong a boss you are, as long as you dare to show your health bar, you will die!
Speaking of which, simply discovering that he was “experienced in fighting legendary powerhouses” was enough for the Empress of Eternal Night to have many thoughts.
She became increasingly convinced that besides Dio, Roger must have had other disguised identities.
He had been active in other countries, or even other Planes!
The Empress of Eternal Night guessed the truth, but not entirely.
Even if she were bolder, she wouldn’t have imagined how many identities and rich experiences the man holding her hand possessed in the past.
He was the summoner of the Rift, the one-armed swordsman of Ashina, the Ashen One of the Scorched King, the Chosen Undead, the Uncle who supported the Han Dynasty, the Master of Chaldea, the Doctor of Rhodes Island, the Traveler of Teyvat, the Admiral of Grifonia, the cleaner who did the aerial splits…
There were countless women who had given him clothes and then undressed him, screaming “Wife!” madly.
And at this moment, the Empress of Eternal Night only caught wind of Roger’s relationship with that old woman Shady and his excessive knowledge of the Tequila Princess, and thought she had figured everything out.
Hmph!
Heh, stinky man, womanizer is your synonym!
But now, any information about those women you learn will ultimately become a little trick for me to use against them.
Having broken through her mind demon, the Empress of Eternal Night was so confident that she swelled with pride, believing that no matter how many experiences Roger had in the past, he was now by her side.
And with her charm, she would surely be the one to take the lead, becoming the ultimate winner!
Hey, bad women are invincible, kid, you can’t escape!
Now, I am magnanimous, and even if I’m not truly so, I will pretend to be, and when the time comes to reap the fruits of victory, I’ll settle the score with a snap!
A certain Empress, who did not know the whole truth, unknowingly fell into a common female blind spot, believing she could make a prodigal son repent.
Of course, she spared no effort in fully cooperating with Roger’s magical output, allowing him to enjoy the thrill of battle, while not forgetting to observe the battle on the ground.
As the orc allied army completely lost command and descended into a state of routed escape, she let out a light chuckle: “Hold back now, Ajie.”
Before Roger could recover from the sudden emptiness in his body, the Empress withdrew her hand, cutting off the magic power supply.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Roger, reminiscing about the terrifying magic power at his fingertips, felt unsatisfied.
At this moment, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had just secured a pentakill with his team and was smashing the enemy’s high ground, only to have his mother unplug the power cord and tell him to pause the game and go eat.
[Knowing that the teammates will definitely win, but it’s still different from me personally smashing the fountain and destroying the crystal… ]
[There are still many orcs, and I can’t rest yet…]
Roger found “invincibility” addictive, and the speed at which he got it made him question his life.
Although he had told Rommel in the morning that he disliked war, after the previous scene, he suddenly understood his true inner feelings.
Dislikes war (✘)
Dislikes war where he can’t show off (✔)
Killing is a behavior ingrained in human DNA for survival, merely suppressed by reason, law, and morality in normal times, thus not displayed.
But now, with a little indulgence, it showed signs of resurgence…
[Be rational! Be elegant! Beware of becoming an Empress!]
Roger reminded himself inwardly.
The Empress of Eternal Night, hearing him use “Empress” as a derogatory term, was not angry in the slightest. Instead, her smile became even more enigmatic.
Heh, man, you will soon pay for your disrespect!
