I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 147: The Holy Desert of Heracha
With a swish, Roland unleashed two spells: one called Flesh and Blood Separation, the other called Pieces of Pieces. They landed on the two corpses. Then, the flesh of one fell swoop, leaving only a pile of bones. The other's body was reduced to pieces scattered across the ground.

This is all Twilight Magic! It's brutal, but guaranteed to kill your opponent.

Roland actually knew a Soul Crushing Technique that would be even more effective in executions, but he didn't use it.

Roland had already trained these twilight spells to level 2-3, and after reaching peak power with Joan, he had basically upgraded all of them to level 3. They were better than those used by many high-level apprentices.

After dismembering the body, Roland did something that Joan couldn't understand. He actually put all the body parts into a storage bag.

Afterwards, Roland took away the storage bags of the three people.

These three people had five or six storage bags tied around their waists, including a very small dimensional bag. It was unknown which deceased person it came from.

He rummaged through the spider bag and found a cocoon with a tiny spider lying on it.

He frowned and studied it for a moment, then chanted a spell. Several runes flashed from the spider web on Qiong's body, and she flew into Roland's bag. The surrounding 0-level spiders also crawled over and got into Roland's bag.

This is actually a living wonder!
Soon, the vine was also taken away by Roland. Then, without saying a word, Roland grabbed Qiong, threw out the chain, and left the place with the two of them at a very fast speed.

after a long time
Near a small river, Joan was helping the good spirits to light a fire and prepare to roast some dry food to satisfy their hunger.

Roland was on the other side of the stream, fiddling with the body parts.

Looking at Roland's back, Joan's expression was very complicated.

Qiong has now finally confirmed that his good brother is the most orthodox member of the Old Black Abyss School.

The purest dark wizard.

This kind of person is very decisive and does things without any ideological constraints. They may be friends with you one second, but once their core interests are involved, they will never hesitate to take action against you.

Undead magic, evil curses, black magic spells, and that strange object that looks like the Red Skull. Will my good brother let me live?
At this moment, Joan heard Roland reciting something in ancient Olden. She listened again and discovered it was the Styx Poetry of the goddess Heraclea!

It seemed as if Roland was saving the souls of the three Twilight disciples.

Joan was confused by the fact that Roland had killed someone and then picked up the body to pray for his soul.

Later, Joan saw Roland burning three incense sticks over there, and finally muttered: "Dust to dust, earth to earth, Goddess Helaka, I have been a little slack in the past six months, and I have only extradited the souls of monsters. Today I will send you three boys and girls, one girl and two boys. Please bless your officials and let us return alive."

Qiong Jue secretly groaned in his heart.

No wonder after killing someone they would specially pick up the body and offer salvation. It was for the sake of profit.

Joan felt that she was destined to die at Roland's hands. Even if he hadn't killed her personally, her death was definitely related to him.

He came to help the goddess Heraka take his own life. After all, he couldn't hide and couldn't change his fate.

What a rubbish fortune teller! He even said that if he wanted to survive the disaster at 25, hiding wasn't enough. He had to find a special place on his birthday, like the End of the World.

As a result, upon entering, he encountered the arrival of a divine servant. He thought he had escaped the disaster, that Roland had saved him and changed his fate. But it turned out that he was actually the shepherd of the goddess Heraclea.

Ugh.
Whatever. He saved my life, so if he wants to take it, then let him take it.

Joan suddenly felt that it would not be bad if Roland saw her off for the last time.

A big hand suddenly patted Joan on the shoulder. Joan was startled and turned to look at Roland.

Roland said coldly, "You don't mind me using black magic today, do you?"

Joan had no desire to live, but after thinking for a moment, she said, "Roland, I believe that as long as it doesn't violate your conscience, no one else has the right to criticize any magic used. Besides, the White Council accepted the Black Abyss School precisely to understand dark magic."

After a pause, she looked at Roland with a complicated expression: "Thank you for avenging my friends."

Among the teammates who were teleported here with Qiong, some still managed to escape from the Big-Eyed Monster Apprentice, but most of them died on this necessary route.

Joan recognized a magical protective device used by the Spider-Man. It belonged to a friend of hers.

Joan is a very loyal person.

Qiong added some firewood and said, "Don't you want to see your loot? These people often hang out near the Black Abyss. Maybe you can find some of the missing people from your academy in their bags."

Joan still had some desire to live. She had lived so cautiously every day for the past 25 years. Why? Wasn't it just to survive?

She didn't want to die if there was hope of living.

At least, I don't want this person, whom I already regard as a good friend, to be silenced with such a reason.

When she spoke just now, her voice was trembling.

Roland lowered his head in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking about. But his expression was somewhat complicated.

After a moment, he patted Qiong on the shoulder and said, "My dear brother, I don't want to do anything that goes against my conscience. Since I saved you, I didn't mean to kill you. But if we can survive today together, I will make a 'Forgotten Water' tonight. I hope you can cooperate."

The Water of the River of Oblivion, combined with certain spells, can erase and alter certain people's memories. Roland has the Twilight Wizard's diary, so he definitely understands this.

Joan was also well versed in potions, and immediately understood what Roland meant after hearing it. She was both happy and worried.

Xini Qiong didn't know why she was so happy. She was doomed. Today was her 25th birthday. Even if she didn't die at Roland's hands, she would surely die.

So, she didn't know why she was so happy and excited after hearing that Roland would not kill her.

As for Sadness, this was her last day and she wanted to leave with this unforgettable memory.

After they had a bite to eat, Roland dug through the three Twilight apprentices' storage bags and surprisingly found over two thousand magic stones and a dozen rare items! While most of them were mid- to low-quality items, most of them belonged to the White Chess apprentices. Only a few of the better items belonged to the Twilight apprentices themselves.

This means they killed at least ten people!
The two brothers cursed loudly, and then Roland placed all the White Chess apprentice's belongings on the ground: "Take away all the relics of your acquaintances."

Joan had indeed just hinted to Roland not to worry about the chain, but she hadn't actually told him to search the spoils.

So after Roland showed her everyone's spoils, Joan was a little confused.

Now she understood what was going on.

Qiong was secretly sad. She was dying and could not take these things back with her.

She waved her hand and said, "Take it all. There's no need to feel burdened. Your school has rules. Anything gained from killing a Twilight Wizard is considered a reward for revenge. Even if the family of the deceased wants certain relics, they have to pay for them with magic stones."

Although some White Wizards expressed dissatisfaction with this rule, the Black Abyss Wizards didn't care. Just like what Bernard said when he first met Roland - these are our people, you have no right to interfere!

With the Black Abyss wizards taking the lead, the White Wizards gradually became accustomed to this rule. Often, a wizard would be short of money and risk their lives to take down a wanted criminal, collecting a pile of loot. Then someone would come over and claim the loot belonged to their family. They'd have to take it all back, leaving them with nothing.

This is very annoying.

After all, relics are relics, and some special rare items might also be considered relics. But if you say that all valuable rare items are relics, then you're clearly after money!

In the eyes of the Black Abyss Wizards, this was a completely bad habit, and they did correct it.

Of course, if a relative comes to ask for it, whether to charge money or not, how much to charge, whether to charge according to the market price or a symbolic amount, all depends on the individual.

After hearing this, Roland immediately puffed out his chest with a sense of righteousness, feeling greatly relieved. Honestly, even if there weren't any such rules, he definitely wouldn't let anyone take a rare item for free. But with this rule in place, he felt justified. I'm doing you a favor, I have a conscience, and you should thank me.

If you give me a cold shoulder, get out!
Joan told Roland that families of the deceased often offered rewards within the school, either for revenge or to purchase valuable relics. If Roland had an idea, he could keep an eye on it. If the reward appealed to him, he could either negotiate in person or find a specialized intermediary.

The families usually have a middleman, so this kind of transaction is very secretive, protecting the privacy of both parties. After chatting for a while, the two of them filled their stomachs and drank plenty of water. Then they poured the remaining water on the fire to prevent it from catching fire.

There were still some embers left, and Joan wanted to get some water, but Roland stood up hastily and pushed her away.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. I've been holding it in for a long time. It's just right." Roland untied his belt and put out the fire.

Joan's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open. After staring for a moment, she realized that Roland's height matched his younger brother's; both were outstanding. Her face flushed.

Roland was so busy draining the water that he didn't notice Joan's expression. He just saw her suddenly stand up, pick out some silk from a roll of special silk, and go to the grove.

"You are such a careless fellow," said Joan as she left.

Roland rolled his eyes and muttered, "The nobles are just different from us who crawled out of the mud. Even peeing is so particular."

Although he said that, he knew that Joan had gone to the toilet.

Soon, the two continued on their way. When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, Joan looked back and saw that the sky in the south was crimson. On the horizon stood a towering tree, its crown having replaced the clouds.

Looking towards the hill ahead, I could see the sky in the distance to the north. It was pitch black, with faint twinkling objects that looked like stars. It was as if night had replaced day.

Qiong didn't know about the divine servant in front of them, that is, the central area. She thought that this "end of the land" was declining because of the strange divine servant in the south.

She couldn't help but sigh, "These are turbulent times. The nations of the Eastern Territory have only been at peace for a hundred years, and I'm afraid war is brewing again. Roland, if you make it back alive, it's best to leave the academy and find a territory to hide in. Otherwise, you'll die without even knowing how."

Roland's heart trembled slightly, and he asked, "What will happen if we go to war?"

Qiong said, "The major schools will force conscription. I am considered the direct heir of my family, but according to the regulations of the parliament, I must also serve. The Black Abyss School is a pioneer. As a later member of the parliament, it will definitely be actively involved. As a great noble, I must serve as a banner.

If it were just the minor frictions of recent decades, it would be fine, but this time it was likely a major one. No matter how powerful one was, there was a risk of death.

Even if you use your connections to find a good place to stay, you'll just be working as an assistant to a certain tower wizard. If the wizard dies, you probably won't survive."

Roland agreed. If a war broke out with the Twilight Council, these mystical tactics would undoubtedly be unleashed. If the enemy went mad and unleashed something like "Suffering" that made no distinction between friend and foe, then no matter how powerful they were, it would be useless. Under the law, all beings were equal!

Joan told Roland, "However, there are still ways to exploit loopholes. For example, lords who own special territories can often avoid military service."

Roland asked, "But wizard lords must at least be official wizards, right?"

Boss Andy and the others wanted to acquire territory to prepare for their future. They were either about to be promoted to full-fledged wizards, or they were bound to be promoted to full-fledged wizards in the future.

Good territories are hard to come by, so if you encounter a good opportunity, you must seize the position first. After being promoted, you can become a wizard lord.

Qiong said, "Indeed, this is the normal situation. However, in some special territories, high-level apprentices can serve as acting lords. After becoming an acting lord, you still have the responsibility of serving, but you can find someone to serve in your place. However, the realm of the people you find cannot be too low, or the number must be sufficient."

Roland sighed, "If I'm called up, who will serve in my place? Those who aren't serving in the military have only just managed to escape. I'm afraid they won't be willing to serve in my place."

Joan said, "Silly, go find a wild wizard without a school! They'll be willing to do it. With an advancement potion, some magic stones, and knowledge, they'll be willing to work for you. For many wild wizards, this is a rare opportunity. They're willing to fight, and for you, you don't have to go to the battlefield. It's the best of both worlds."

Roland took it to heart.

Joan continued, "Although there are many such special territories, some are located near strange areas or on the border. They are very dangerous. As far as I know, the territories of the Alexandra family are mostly on the border, and most of these special territories have some strange things. So if you don't find a territory you like from Her Highness Catherine, you can come to me."

Having said that, Qiong Anran became sad again.

She had no confidence in being able to go back.

She had only just walked a short distance up the mountain, but she was already exhausted. She was worried that Roland might have to carry her, a burden cursed with certain death, on his back. That might kill him.

At this time, the two came to the top of the mountain, and they were surprised to find that there was a dark desert in front of them.

In the distance, dark clouds loomed low and heavy, as thick as a thick fog. Beneath them, the desert rustled and rustled, seemingly spreading slowly in all directions.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the desert in front of us seems to be endless.

Joan was stunned. She murmured, "Desert. How could there be a desert?"

Roland said, "I'm afraid it's not a desert."

He stared out at the desert, then looked up at the dark clouds covering the sky above it, and said, "I'm afraid those aren't thunderclouds either."

A gust of wind blew in from the distant desert, carrying with it a fishy stench.

The desert was slowly crawling, and the dark clouds were moving quickly in the wind.

Joan narrowed her pupils and zoomed in. When she saw the gravel slowly sliding on the hills, her face turned pale.

"No, that's not the desert and the clouds!"

She was horrified and said, "It's a servant of God! This desert and dark clouds are servants of the goddess Helaka! They are her followers!"

"This is the Desert of the Dead, the goddess Heraclea. It is a forbidden place for the living and a sacred place for the dead!

When the living step in, they will rest in peace. When the dead step in, they will prostrate themselves in worship. No matter the living or the dead, neither can pass through!

Before this breathtaking desert, Joan knelt down resignedly, covering her face and saying, "Roland, behind us is the Sea of ​​the Dead, and before us is the Desert of the Dead. Roland, I can no longer accompany you on this journey."

Go west by yourself, go there quickly, to the westernmost edge of the world, where the road may not yet be covered by the desert."

Joan suddenly smiled. She looked up at the hero who had pulled her out of the desperate situation and said with a smile, "I don't need to drink your Lethe water anymore. Roland, I can't forget you."

Roland patted Joan's cheek lightly with the back of his hand, leaving her bewildered.

He said carelessly, "What nonsense are you talking about? This desert is endless. It would be a miracle if there is a road to the west. But, we'd better go and take a look."

As he said this, he grabbed June by the shoulder and pulled her up.

Joan shook her head and pushed Roland away, saying, "Roland, let's say goodbye now. The goddess Heraclea is here to pick me up."

Before she could finish her words, she was lifted up by Roland's collar like a chick. Then, with a bewildered look on her face, he carried her on his shoulders like a sack of flour.

Roland complained, "Stop crying like a bitch, okay? Big Brother told me I'll get you out alive, so just follow me. Don't fart in my face, or I'll slap you if you stink me up."

Joan didn't argue with Roland. She covered her face and cried bitterly.

She was clearly several years older than Roland, but she felt like he was her older brother. He was like a mountain; when he stood beside her, the wind and rain seemed to stop.

She cried and cried in her heart: "Don't give me hope to live like this. Why do you still give me hope?"

Today is June's 25th birthday. To deceive the goddess Helaka, to avoid the curse on the witches in her family, to get away with it, and for the sake of this only child, this sole heir, her parents have been hiding their identities for 25 years.

According to her father's divination, on her 25th birthday, the daughter must hide in another world so that she can have a chance to escape the curse of death like the witch in the family history.

The world of the end is another world. Joan should have been able to hide it from the world.

But the servants of Death have come here.
Lately, Roland has been hanging around with the goddess Heraclea, or rather, he's been working without putting in the effort, taking advantage of her for free. Before today, he'd never transferred a soul, and his performance was abysmal.

As a Black Abyss wizard, Roland clearly lacked the proper reverence for the gods. He also had no reverence at all, let alone piety. Therefore, he was terrified.

(End of this chapter)