Your notoriety is known to everyone.

“Yes and no. Whether this being can be called a god depends on how you evaluate him.

"But no matter what, He is not someone you can handle, so quickly withdraw from the competition and return to school." Alice frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a pleading look.

"You just said that He will not appear before the final winner is born, but what if He is born, then we will have to face Him?" Eunice's face turned extremely ugly. When she saw Alice who remained silent, she glared at Rogers fiercely:

"This disaster was caused by that guy! Why should the Saint bear the unforeseen consequences?! It would be better to leave him where he is to bear the wrath of that being!"

"That's right! I agree with Eunice's proposal!" Rogers' eyes revealed a determined light, and he took a decisive step forward, his posture like a knight ready to sacrifice himself generously:

“The reason why I didn’t get rid of the cultist wearing the rabbit mask was that I wanted to leave someone in the school who I could interrogate and get a confession.

"Unfortunately, judging by the situation, there is no chance. Now I will leave her to bear the punishment of God with me. You should return to school as soon as possible."

Eunice didn't expect Rogers to be so responsible.

Her expression froze, her mouth slightly opened, and she almost forgot to breathe, as if her originally solid ideas had suddenly suffered an unprecedented shock.

Derek's eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to stay until the end to repay the Chief for his help to me!"

"No! I said you must go first. This is not something you can handle!" Alice's words were unquestionable, refuting these decisions that were ridiculous in her eyes.

Eunice seemed to be infected by this atmosphere and even suggested that she could stay.

Several people started a fierce argument over this topic. Their words intertwined and collided in the air, expressing their wishes firmly and uncompromisingly.

Elina observed the dispute between these people, with sympathy on her face. She sympathized with the fact that their passion was just the result of the deception of a hypocritical person.

After she and Rogers exchanged a glance, she raised her slender fingers, and a powerful magical power quickly condensed at her fingertips, emitting a dazzling light.

Before the three people on the opposite side could react, a violent torrent of magic power burst out instantly, sweeping towards them with a raging wind.

The surrounding trees raised their branches high in the whistling sound, struggling and swaying helplessly, as if they might be pulled to the ground by this powerful force at any time.

The land in front of him was covered with dust and mud, leaving a colorful and broken scar.

[Alice activates the Death Demon Special, and all magic power within ten meters of her will be forcibly erased.]

As the special feature was activated, the magic power on Elina's fingertips disappeared in an instant, and she herself also suffered a certain backlash due to the forced interruption of the spell. She felt so dizzy that she almost couldn't stand.

"Why do you have to use up all your magic power? You don't want to send Alice back as well, do you?" Rogers stretched out his arm, supported Elena who was about to fall, and asked helplessly.

Alice's [Death Demon Special] is very powerful, but it has a very long cooldown. He previously asked Elena to find an opportunity to help ban the opponent's troublesome special, but he didn't say that he had to do it to such an extent.

This destructive power visible to the naked eye is enough to suppress ordinary high-level bronze magicians.

"So what?" Elina tried to adjust her breathing rhythm, her eyes fixed on the slowly dissipating smoke.

Derek and Eunice had disappeared, leaving only Alice standing quietly on the messy ground, her slightly pale face filled with helplessness.

"If this was a normal duel..." Elina looked disappointed and murmured in a low voice as if she was making an excuse.

She turned to look at Rogers, and slowly let go of the arm that was supported. Then she took his hand again, interlocked her fingers with his, and said seriously: "I'll wait for you to come back."

Rogers saw the worry in the girl's eyes and replied in the same serious tone: "I said before the game, it's not a big problem, it's just a false god."

Elina smiled with relief when she heard that. She grasped the academy badge in her other hand, injected some magic power into it, and then disappeared in the light.

Chapter 58: Sacrifice of Sacrifices

"No spell casting, Miss Elina is really strong, and your relationship seems to be getting better and better."

Alice had a complicated expression. All the light around her gathered in her right hand, condensing into a dazzling lightsaber with a thin and sharp blade, and slowly approached the direction of Rogers.

"It's a little better than before, but not much better." Rogers shrugged. He took off the magic book from his waist, spread it out on his palm, and continued to persuade:

"This is my fault. Why are you so persistent? If it's for the Shadow Demon, even if you get first place, your points won't be higher than mine.

"Elina trusted me. She thought I could handle everything, so she left happily. I hope you can trust me like she does, just like I trust you."

The pages of the magic book moved without wind, and tremendous magic power continued to diffuse from it, causing Roger's momentum to gradually rise.

"This is not a question of whether or not to believe it, because I have a duty to protect my classmates, and I don't want anyone to be in danger, especially you."

Alice shook her head slowly, her eyes full of determination, her gaze fixed on Rogers in front of her.

When the two were only three steps apart, Alice's figure suddenly became swift and fierce. The lightsaber dancing in the air drew a flashing arc with a sharp whistle, and slashed straight towards Rogers.

[Alice activates the Sunny Day Special. When the sky is clear, her strength, speed, and magic power will be doubled. ]

[Alice activates her intuition bonus, and she will be able to strike a blow that you cannot dodge. ]

[Alice activates the Sharp Bonus, her attacks will have a triple armor-piercing bonus, and there is a chance to cut off invisible objects. ]

[Alice launches a special attack. No matter what weapon she uses, it will cause a knockback effect, and a damage bonus equal to the knockback distance.]

Rogers looked at a series of pop-up windows and immediately used the [Enlightenment Special] to speed up his thinking. At the same time, he visualized the phoenix that almost caused a fire in the school auditorium.

Flames of red, orange and yellow rose from his body, shining together, and turned into a curtain of fire that swept around him.

boom--

The moment the dazzling light collided with the scorching energy, a huge muffled sound suddenly occurred, and at the same time a powerful shock wave spread out in all directions.

The branches of the surrounding trees were all covered with charred marks, and occasionally there were crackling sounds that were covered by the loud noises.

Rogers was knocked back half a step and felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he was relieved that the fire shield was not completely broken.

The characteristics of the phoenix allow it to be reunited even if it is split apart as long as a spark remains.

[Alice launches a combo bonus. Her subsequent attacks will carry 10% of the speed, strength, and characteristics of the previous attack. There is no upper limit to the bonus until she is exhausted.]

[Alice activates the Barrier Breaking bonus. Each of her attacks will reduce the characteristics of all defensive spells, which can be accumulated repeatedly.]

[Alice activates the Frost Mist special. She can summon a frost-attributed mist at will without chanting any spells. This mist has a special attack against fire-attributed elements.]

"Gan!"

Even though Rogers had anticipated this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart when faced with such an unreasonable special bonus.

The continuous sound of collisions rang in his ears, and the fire shield instantly became shaky. He began to retreat continuously, and the pain in his chest continued to accumulate.

Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, he pulled out a white chess soldier piece and a small stone made of the ashes of the predicted future text from his sleeve pocket, and began to whisper:

“The original chess piece.

“The Bound Troublemaker.

“A belated showdown.

"A mutated competition venue.

“The fate is unpredictable.

"All the elements are ready. In the name of Logos Brid, I will present this sacrifice within sacrifice, this game within game, to the spirit of the game in the Abyss of Disorder, just to seek the ultimate victory!"

[Notice! Because of your actions, the game spirit of the Abyss of Disorder is forced to watch you. ]

[He cannot refuse the Sacrifice of Sacrifices and will provide all the assistance He can for your great victory.]

[Notice! Alice's presence will be rejected by the competition venue. Since she cannot obtain any magic power replenishment, the magic recovery bonus will not be activated. ]

Rogers could sense that Alice's attack had a noticeable pause, so he immediately removed the fire curtain, picked up the magic book and clamped the opponent's lightsaber.

[Notice! The Ignorance Bonus is countered by the Guardian Bonus, and Alice's memory recovery time will be greatly increased. ]

“Hoohoooooooooooooooo!!!”

A series of characters representing screams continuously overflowed from the gaps between the pages of the magic book, followed by a faint green smoke drifting away.

"Why?" Alice's confused eyes gradually regained clarity. She looked at the rich magical light in front of her and asked in confusion, "This should be my responsibility. Why are you so persistent?"

"Alice, you have no responsibility to accomplish what others think you should accomplish, nor do you have any responsibility to become what they expect you to be.

"You can just accept yourself at ease. It doesn't matter. It's their mistake, not your failure." Rogers replied slowly.

"No! This is what I want to achieve! You don't understand what you are about to face! That is a god! A god from the Abyss of Chaos!

"You have angered him! You have tarnished his glory with the breath of the bottomless pit! You cannot go to see him! I will not allow you to..."

Before Alice could finish her struggle and explanation, Rogers used a blow with the bonus of domain buff to send her back to Saint Herte.

He looked at the charcoal-like mark on the page of the magic book, stroked it gently with his hand, and sighed: "Oh, my poor old friend, I wonder how long you will sleep this time."

The spikes that were originally used to support the members of the Harvester Association turned into mud, and six figures fell from the sky with a thud.

"Lord Holy Son..."

After landing, Melusie let out a weak cry and stretched her bandaged hands towards the direction of Rogers.

"Oh, my poor Melusine, please forgive me for what I did just now." Rogers was surprised for a moment when he saw Melusine was still angry, and then he immediately changed his expression to one of heartache and guilt, and touched his chest to apologize.

So the spirit of the game can only harvest conceptual offerings, but not real things? Isn't this god too poor?

[Notice! The spirit of the game in the Abyss of Disorder is being forced to condense within the rules. He will appear in front of you in thirteen seconds.]

Chapter 59: Can I invite you to sit in the bottomless pit? (Two in one)

Under the purple sky, several colorful rays of light continued to converge in front of Rogers until they turned into a ball of pure white.

However, this ball of white light seemed to be very resistant to its own condensation and had been struggling outwards constantly, giving people a feeling that it wanted to dissipate desperately.

Rogers shifted his gaze away from Melusie. He pinched his chin and observed the existence in front of him, waiting patiently.

The sacrifice ceremony just now had not yet ended, because what he wanted was the final victory, and simply defeating the saint was not enough to achieve a great victory.

Therefore, the game spirit of the Abyss of Disorder is bound to appear, and the current struggle is just to delay time.

"Lord Holy Son, is this the villain from the Abyss of Disorder that the gods want to punish?" Melusie dragged her body and tried her best to get up and walk to the side of Rogers. The weak voice came through her dry throat, as if it could be blown away by a breeze.

There was a torn hole on the chest of her black robe, with torn strips of cloth inside the hole, but no trace of blood.

"Yes. Everything that happened just now was for the mission of the gods. If the situation was not too bad, I would definitely not do that." Rogers used a low and gentle tone to convey his deep heartache and concern.

The main reason was that these people only brought their puppet bodies with them for the sake of their own lives. Otherwise, he would be able to prepare a better ritual and turn them into sacrificial nutrients instead of just killing them at will.

That way, the situation where the game spirit continues to struggle even after the current time has expired will not occur.

The most important thing is that he didn't expect that the psychic power of the game was so weak that even Melusie couldn't take it away. Otherwise, the aura with the characteristics of the bottomless pit succubus would be enough to weaken the opponent.

"It doesn't matter! Dedicating one's all for the gods is the highest honor. I believe that everyone in the association will feel sincerely happy for those five people!

"As for me, you can do whatever you want with me! It doesn't matter even if you take away all the spirit I have left here!

"I am different from those people. Losing my current spirit will at most make my body weak for a while. What's more, you are so considerate of me that you let me survive until now! How can I repay you..."

Although Melusie's tone was weak, it was still filled with incomparable excitement and enthusiasm.

She twisted her body and rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands, as if waiting for Rogers to ask for something.

Rogers just kept comforting the other party, expressing his apologies and saying that there was no need to ask Melusie to pay anything now.

At the same time, he became extremely alert in his heart, because this guy could actually split his mind.

Fortunately, he had the oracle sent by the gods of the bottomless pit to back him up, which gave him sufficient reasons for his actions. However, it seemed that he would have to slightly change his plan for Melusie later.

Just as Rogers was expressing his true feelings, a buzzing sound came from the white ball in front of him, and a short-haired child-like incarnation slowly appeared.

The other person was dressed in spotless white, wrapped in a white cloth that glowed with a faint fluorescence, and his face was so blurry that it was impossible to see his features clearly.

In addition, His body was surrounded by wisps of dark purple smoke, which represented the corrupt aura of the bottomless pit.

"How did someone like you get into Saint Herte?! And even got into Hilmi Academy!"

After the spirit of the game took shape, it began to ask questions in a childish voice. His voice echoed throughout the entire competition venue, as if countless people were speaking the same words with the same mouth.

When Rogers first heard the divine sound, his mind was shaken for a moment, and then the [Ignorance Special] blocked all the impact for him.

But Melusie beside him was not so lucky. Her already weak spirit was hit hard again and she fell directly to the ground.

"You can question my talent, but you cannot question my morality!" Rogers responded to God's question righteously, and was very unhappy with the slander and denigration in the other party's words.

"Morality?! What kind of morality can be so favored by the bottomless pit?! Even the most hypocritical devil would not be as shameless and without honor as you!"

The Spirit of the Game seemed to be shocked by Roger's response. He felt as if he had been severely fooled, and his tone was full of anger.

"That's because I'm not a devil at all, and you, who were born from the Abyss of Disorder, have any right to judge my morality just because I'm blessed by the Abyss.

"You have been staying at the competition venue and are not aware of what is happening in the school. Otherwise, you would know the many good deeds I have done in Saint Herte.

"I am not only a student of Hilmi Academy, but also the head of the academy. All the students who follow me are motivated and work hard. This is all thanks to me. The instructors also like my work very much."

Rogers was not indignant, but simply narrated the story sincerely.

Looking back on the time since he entered the school, his good deeds such as helping classmates build friendships and taking the initiative to punish blackmailers have not yet been mentioned.