After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

On the wide main road, several knights in black armor were riding black horses to lead the way, and a gorgeous carriage with black as the main color was speeding.

The carriage was moving so fast that the knight had to whip his horse with all his strength to barely catch up.

Despite the bumpy carriage, the interior is a completely different scene.

Trust Dark Pope Feilin was sitting in the carriage, frowning and thinking.

Sitting opposite her were Janice and Roland, who exchanged understanding glances from time to time.

They are an old couple and are still showing off their love. What a boring guy.

She complained silently in her heart, but was talking about serious matters.

"I feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Janice asked curiously.

"Evans's reaction was very wrong!"

Feilin bit her lip and expressed all her doubts.

"He actually agreed to let us come in to investigate, and at the same time he didn't ask me to help mediate."

"What's so strange about this? The whole world knows that you and Roland are in the same boat. Will your mediation be helpful?" Janice said disapprovingly.

Feilin glared at Janice with some dissatisfaction.

"You are..."

Well, so is she.

Before killing the God's Envoy, she could still claim that she and Roland were just allies and partners.

After killing the God's Messenger, their fates became inseparable.

They have no way out and can only go down this path until the end.

Does she regret it?

Of course I don't regret it.

Saga was her teacher, and he was very kind to her. She certainly could not accept that someone wanted to take away her teacher's power and even leave her no way to survive.

Even the messenger from the divine realm cannot do that!

Feilin is a devout believer, but she values ​​family more than the gods above her.

Saga is her godfather and has always treated her better than his own daughter.

Feilin, who hated her heartless father so much, received fatherly love from Saga, so naturally she would not allow anyone to hurt Saga.

She just felt a little regretful, she didn't expect that she would end up on the road of fighting against God and die.

She had full confidence in Roland and believed that he could move from one victory to more victories.

But she absolutely did not believe that Roland could destroy God.

It's two different things.

Mortals and gods are completely different beings, with fundamental differences in their existence.

What's more, the Dark Goddess is a complete deity with divine nature, divine power, and divinity.

Even if Roland is a genius, has gone through countless reincarnations, and has mastered the highest power in the world of Tiamat, he can only compete with the lesser gods under the Dark Goddess at best.

If strong people cultivated in a certain material plane could fight against gods, the gods would have been overthrown long ago.

But she doesn't regret it.

There is no need to regret or worry so much in life. What you have done is done.

The teacher's potential is limited, and the future still depends on her blessing.

Even if her talent is fully realized, it is impossible to disrupt the existing order.

If you want to create a miracle, you can only rely on Roland.

That's why she personally led the investigation and paved the way for Roland to swallow up the Holy Essen Empire.

However, Evans's abnormal behavior surprised her.

What on earth is this guy thinking?

Evans regrets.

Just when Feilin was puzzled and couldn't guess what he was trying to do, Evans was regretting it so much.

Just three days ago, a mysterious man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man in white robe looked like a middle-aged man, but he exuded a strong aura that transcended the Seventh Era.

Although Evans was not very strong, he had very good eyesight and could tell at a glance that the man in white robe was not an ordinary person.

He welcomed him warmly and invited the man in white robe to stay in the palace for a while.

However, the white-robed man's eyes were as sharp as fire and he could easily see through his thoughts.

"You're in trouble, and you want to rely on me to get out of it?"

Evans smiled awkwardly. Although this mysterious master did not show any hostility, the mood of a strong man can only change in a moment, so he did not dare to offend him rashly.

Seeing Evans' expression, the man in white robe did not embarrass him. He just said seriously: "You shouldn't cooperate with the abyss monsters. You have lost yourself."

Evans also felt very aggrieved. He didn't want to get lost, but did he have any choice?

He has been forced into a desperate situation. It is nonsense to say that he should not get lost at this time.

He complained to the white-robed warrior in grievance: "It's not me who is lost, it's the new Pope Feilin who is lost!"

He explained the whole story in detail.

What he said was all true, but by carefully choosing his words and different emphasis on his voice, he successfully portrayed himself as a harmless victim.

Seeing how Evans was racking his brains, the strong man in white robe certainly understood that the twists and turns were not that simple.

But he didn't say anything.

He didn't care about the grudge between Evans, Feilin and Roland. He just couldn't accept the Baator demon from the abyss rushing into the Tiamat plane and slaughtering indiscriminately.

If this is the result, Evans will never be able to atone for his sins even if he dies a hundred times.

"We must stop the abyss from coming!"

"It's too late, Master."

Evans shook his head bitterly. "The Abyss Tower has been completed. The portal through the Abyss has been prepared long ago. There are even demons coming through."

He simply didn't dare to face reality, so he never went to the Abyss Tower.

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

This is self-deception, everyone knows it.

But many times people would rather deceive themselves than face the cruel reality.

"It doesn't matter. I'll take care of it. You can't just go down this path and end it."

Seeing the strong man in white robe taking on all the responsibilities, Evans let out a long sigh and asked awkwardly:

"Master, may I have the honor of knowing your name? Although I am not very powerful, I am the emperor after all, so perhaps I can provide you with some help."

He almost told the strong man in white robe that he could make a request, but it only elicited a chuckle.

"My name doesn't matter. If you care that much, you can call me Constantine."

Evans quickly took advantage of the situation and hugged his thigh tightly, "Master Constantine, you are so noble and don't care about rewards, but I can't remain indifferent."

Looking at Evans's attentive appearance, Constantine said calmly: "Evans, there is no need to be like this. I have a friendship with the elders of your family. I am only helping you because of our past friendship."

"Wait here for a moment. I'm going to kill a few demons first."

Constantine came quickly and left even faster. His figure moved forward lightly and disappeared just as he came.

There were quite a few flashes, either teleporting or simply disappearing.

To have such powerful strength, he must be a demigod.

If Constantine joins, he will definitely be saved!

Evans didn't dare to doubt Constantine's ability. He just couldn't understand why he had to do this if it was just the friendship between the family elders.

Unless the friendship is very deep!

This time he guessed right.

Constantine is now wearing a white robe and looks like a master, but thousands of years ago, he looked completely different.

At that time, he was addicted to alcohol and sex, and his nightlife was very colorful every night.

However, by chance, he met his ideal woman, who was then a bride of the Promise family.

He fell in love at first sight and didn't even care that the girl he loved was someone else's wife.

Later, a glass of mellow wine made him return to bed drowsily.

When I woke up the next morning, it was too late.

Angry friends, the friend’s wife crying, and reporters who came to ask questions holding a crystal ball.

Obviously, he was set up.

But he made no excuses.

After all, my friend’s wife’s breasts are really smooth, slippery and big.

Constantine's reputation was ruined and he thought his life would be bleak, but he was rescued by the Archbishop of Essen who saw his talent and took him in as his disciple.

In this way, he embarked on the right path and became an important fighting force of the Court of Light.

His talent was discovered and he no longer cared about worldly grudges and hatreds.

He is paying for his youthful foolishness with his whole life.

He remembered his teacher's last words and tried his best to reap lives with negative attributes.

He does not allow any negative life on the plane of Tiamat.

Over the years he has been traveling around, constantly looking for enemies.

And right under his nose, the Promes family really went crazy and dared to cooperate with the abyss demon.

Can these guys be any good?

The stereotype took over his mind and he came without a moment's pause.

That was before he met Evans.

Constantine simply drifted through the void a few times and arrived at the Abyss Tower.

After a closer look, I realized that the guard standing at the door was from the Abyss.

Constantine sighed softly, a milky white light flashed, and the two guards fell down limply before they could say anything.

Although they look like humans and even speak with an accent, they are monsters from the abyss.

After being purified by the holy light, the two twisted corpses became Constantine's trophies.

After killing the guard at the door, he looked up at the tower and felt a little nervous.

He didn't know what terrible things were waiting for him at the top of the tower, but he had to go up.

Constantine climbed all the way to the top of the tower, which was over a thousand meters high.

The journey was so smooth that he became even more convinced that this was a trap.

After he reached the top, the door at the top of the tower opened automatically, as if to welcome him.

In front of Constantine, a woman stood with her back to the door.

The back view of this lady may not seem unusual at first glance, but a closer look reveals that she has a well-proportioned figure and curvaceous curves, a rare super beauty.

Constantine's attention was not on the woman's back, but on the logo on her belt.

That is the symbol of the Court of Light.

He asked in a deep voice: "Even if it is an enemy that must be decided by life and death, I will not attack from behind, turn around."

The lady in the knight's uniform with gold trim slowly turned around.