Rosen had been a lord for more than ten years and had a deep understanding of one truth.

That is, when a guy is clearly an enemy, no matter what his identity is or how powerful he is, as long as he is willing to talk to you calmly instead of taking action directly, it means that he can't do anything to you for the time being.

Back to the situation at hand.

It is true that this so-called great man, Tslokavid, possessed an extremely magnificent soul, but after he chopped off the head of his apostle, instead of punishing himself, he wanted to make a deal with himself using the skull of his believer, which most likely meant that he was out of reach of himself.

So, although my heart is filled with a strong sense of insignificance, I do not feel humble, nor do I despair.

After brushing off the dust on his body, Rosen smiled and replied, "What is the specific transaction method?"

Tsrokavid looked around, looking at the blood guards groaning in the ruins.

"You spared my apostles. In return, I will teach you a very useful divine art."

The opponent is most likely a strong man beyond the 23rd ring, and his magic is naturally very powerful, so Rosen is quite tempted.

But it cannot be ruled out that the other party uses the information advantage to deceive us.

After thinking for a while, Rosen said, "Why don't you first introduce the magic in detail?"

"The divine art 'Insight Spike' condenses an extremely fine but extremely sharp sub-element spike to explore and adjust the microscopic structure of the sub-element, thereby partially breaking through the limitation that mortals cannot enter the sub-element realm."

As he spoke, a faint scarlet light shot out from Ackerman's eyes.

This light is like gas, quickly drawing connections in the air.

After a dozen seconds, it turned into a thin spell book called "Insight Spikes".

"Mortal, you can learn it yourself, or you can teach it to someone who is capable of learning it. I guarantee that it will definitely benefit you greatly."

"Of course, considering that the sub-element realm is countless times deeper than the deepest ocean in the world, what you can find and to what depth depends entirely on your own efforts."

Rosen's heart beat fast when he heard this, because this was exactly the ability he lacked most at the moment.

He could also understand the principles behind this magic.

It was like using a thin needle to explore the sub-elemental world like a blind man feeling an elephant. It was far less useful than observing directly with the eyes, but it helped him break through the dividing line between 'can' and 'can't'.

What made him even more excited was that this kind of repetitive and exploratory work was most suitable for Lai Fulai to do.

With Lai Fu's current computing power, one person's exploration ability is equivalent to that of thousands of people, and once you get it, you will have it forever and will never forget it.

Of course, just as the other party said, the sub-element field is unfathomable.

Therefore, he also needed to know to what depth this so-called insight spike could reach.

He asked directly.

Tslokavid also gave a clear reply: "If you can reach the 23rd ring and have outstanding talent, then you can reach a depth that is fifteen orders of magnitude smaller than the size of the basic element particles."

"What about the 13th ring?"

"13 rings, so I guess it can only go 5 orders of magnitude deeper."

5 orders of magnitude, not much, but certainly still useful.

Rosen asked again out of curiosity: "How deep is the sub-element realm?"

"To be honest, I don't know."

"I used to think that many constants of space-time are immutable, so the sub-element realm should be 26 orders of magnitude deeper than the elemental particle scale. But I later discovered that there are no constants in the world at all, and everything is variable."

“So, I can only say that there is no truth in this world.”

“What kind of world you can see depends on the height of your soul.”

Rosen could only understand the superficial meaning of these words, but could not grasp the real meaning, because his strength was not enough, far from enough.

To prevent the other party from playing tricks, Rosen said, "I have to make sure what you give me is real."

"Feel free to check it out."

Rosen picked up a wooden stick, pushed the spell book aside, and read the contents of the pages carefully.

Halfway through reading it, he was sure it was the real thing.

After he finished reading it and closed his eyes to digest it, he tried to cast a spell.

After failing more than a dozen times, the spell was successfully cast on the twentieth time.

He used his 13th ring strength soul to condense a sharp, fine, and solid soul-penetrating spike.

"I have confirmed the effect of the divine art. It is indeed very valuable knowledge."

"So, I agree to your deal, but with one condition."

"Please go ahead."

Rosen pointed at Gilles, who was crushed into a meat pie by his own weight in the ruins of the building. "I am a man of my word. I said I would help this friend I met by chance to remove the curse of the evil god. So, after he recovers, he will have a chance to choose."

Tslokavid winked instead of agreeing: "Okay."

After saying this, the scarlet light on Ackerman's head gradually dimmed, and the strong sense of oppression brought by the magnificent will gradually weakened until it disappeared.

This true god named Tslokavid is gone.

Ackerman blinked and looked at Rosen eagerly: "Knight Roger, it's your turn to keep your promise."

Rosen had no intention of breaking the contract because he had already figured out the power of these evil god's apostles and knew that they posed no threat to him.

He walked forward, picked up Ackerman's head, and put it back on the headless body, then cast a mass spell on it, making it weigh dozens of times more.

This weight certainly couldn't kill Ackerman, but it was enough to trap him in place and make him unable to move.

He walked to Gilles's 'meat pie' again and released Gilles's thousand times weight. The 'meat pie' immediately began to wriggle, gradually returning to the body of an ordinary person.

After a while, Ackerman's head grew back onto his body, and Gilles returned to being a normal person and stood up from the ground.

He looked at Rosen with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, Lord Roger, I just couldn't control my actions at all."

Rosen smiled and said, "Don't blame yourself. I know everything."

He then moved a few stones weighing more than a hundred pounds to press down the scarlet gem cane on the ground, and then gave the stones three thousand times their own weight, which was the limit he could achieve at the moment.

The stone held the staff firmly in place, preventing Ackerman from regaining control.

Rosen had no way of taking possession of such a genuine artifact, and he didn't even want to touch it.

This was because he knew clearly that not only was he unable to utilize its power, but he would instead suffer its backlash and unknowingly become a puppet of the artifact.

After doing all this, Rosen returned to Ackerman and laughed.

Just when Ackerman felt that the situation was not good, he spoke.

"Blood Mage, I have agreed to your master's deal. I am also a man of my word, so I will definitely spare your life and the life of your blood guard."

Ackerman nodded repeatedly: "Lord Roger, you are very wise."

Rosen looked at Gilles again and asked, "Gillles, have you heard of the Great Tslokavid?"

Gilles nodded slightly. "I've heard of this. This is a little-known evil god. In our world, he is called the Blood Drinker."

Rosen added: "The current situation is that you have been blessed with eternal life by this blood drinker. Of course, I personally feel that it is more like a curse."

Gilles showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

He was anxious to get rid of the curse before because he didn't understand the situation clearly, but now that he has figured out the situation, he is reluctant to do so.

Although it was a blessing from the evil god, it was still a blessing. It allowed him to gain extremely powerful strength and the great benefit of eternal life. Although there were some shortcomings, reality was never perfect.

More importantly, this evil god does not seem to forbid him from liking men.

Seeing his hesitation, Rosen did not force him: "Gilles, your life belongs only to you. You can choose any path, I will not interfere."

This greatly alleviated Gilles's concerns. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's maintain the status quo."

Rosen shrugged: "In that case, I wish you good luck."

Everyone has his own path, he can't control it, and he's too lazy to control it.

He turned to look at Ackerman and said, "I can sense that you are a very knowledgeable person, and I am very curious about your world."

"Tell me in detail about the situation in your world. Once you're done, I'll return the cane to you."

Ackerman had no choice.

He was a clever man, and he had discovered a loophole in his master's dealings.

The master only asked the other party to spare his life, but did not forbid the other party from torturing him. Because of their immortal physique, they are particularly resistant to torture.

If you don't cooperate with the other party and the other party starts to torture you, then the so-called blessing of eternal life will immediately become an eternal curse.

So he nodded immediately: "If you have any questions, just ask, I will do my best to answer them for you."

"I want to know, are there many gods in your world?"

"Yes, there are many. There are nearly a hundred gods with names. There are even more without names, perhaps as many as 500."

"Do all these gods have power above 23 rings?"

"certainly."

Rosen suddenly understood why Antoine felt that the Eternal Empire was meaningless.

He had only reached the 23rd ring after so much hardship, but there were so many powerful people who surpassed the 23rd ring in another world. It would be strange if he didn't despair.

Rosen asked again: "So, these gods are strong and weak, right?"

"That's right."

"What criteria do we use to distinguish them?"

Ackerman showed a trace of embarrassment on his face: "To be honest, as a mortal, I don't know the inner standards."

"We usually distinguish the strength of a god by the size of the mortal area controlled by the god, the number of mortal believers, and the strength of the kingdom formed by the mortal believers."

"So, is your master strong?"

Ackerman looked even more embarrassed. After struggling for a while, he said, "My master is a new god, but the mortal world is already crowded with gods, and it is difficult for new gods to gain a foothold. Therefore, my master chose to come to this new world to find believers."

"In fact, it's not just my master who has chosen this. Many new gods are also doing this."

Rosen was puzzled: "Why would God be so persistent in spreading faith among the mortals?"

In the main plane, believers can provide God with the power of faith, but the amount of power of faith is not much, and it seems far from enough to support God's powerful force.

"Uh~~~I'm not sure either. Maybe it's because gods need offerings from mortals."

It was clear that Ackerman really didn't know. This was completely understandable, after all, this matter was considered a core secret of God.

Rosen thought for a moment and then asked, "So, how did God appear?"

"To be honest, I don't know. But according to some vague rumors and myths, there are probably two types."

"One is a natural-born god. The other is a mortal who is favored by the former and becomes a god after receiving his grace."

Rosen was very curious and couldn't help asking, "Whose power is stronger?"

“In most cases it’s the former, but there are exceptions.”

Ackerman said softly, "The most famous are the twin war gods, the Elovi Sisters."

"The sisters were gods who were promoted to gods after being favored by the god of war Ashir. But the god of war had an extremely cruel and capricious temper. He soon regretted his favor and intended to take back the sisters' divine power."

"Due to a series of unexpected events, in the end, not only did the sisters not have their divine powers taken away, but they also successfully defeated the God of War and absorbed the power of the God of War. They took over most of the followers of the God of War Ashuyi in the mortal world, and became some of the most powerful people in the God Realm in one fell swoop."

Rosen found this interesting: "Okay, so is your master a natural god?"

"I don't know, Mr. Roger. I am free to answer questions other than those of my master, but I must be respectful to my master."

Rosen did not press the issue, he immediately changed the subject: "So, in your world, there is only one mortal?"

"Yes, there is only one, but it is very wide, at least two thousand times wider than this place!"

The size of this demiplane is more than 3,000 kilometers. If it is 2,000 times larger, it would be a vast area of ​​more than 600,000 kilometers. Even light would take two seconds to travel. It is not only more spacious than the demiplane, but also many times more spacious than the ordinary plane world in his world.

"So, can one cultivate to the 23rd ring in the mortal world?"

Ackerman was stunned: "Isn't this as it should be?"

Rosen was also startled, and immediately asked: "The French Ring has always been 23 rings?"

"It has always been 23 rings, it has never changed, and it will definitely not change in the future."

"Well, what a lucky world it is," Rosen said secretly.

He asked again: "So, how did you get Gilles to this world?"

"Through the magic given by the master, of course, I only know how to use the magic, but I don't know the principles of the magic."

Rosen nodded to show that he understood.

Next, he asked many detailed questions, and Ackerman tried his best to answer them.

After a round of questions and answers, Rosen gained a fairly detailed understanding of the other world.

Feeling that he had asked enough questions and the effect of the mass spell was about to end, Rosen turned around and said goodbye to Gilles: "Well, goodbye, both of you."

Without waiting for Gilles' response, he said to Ackerman: "Gilles is my friend. I hope you will treat him well."

Ackerman assured repeatedly: "Of course, of course."

After getting the response, Rosen's mind trembled slightly, and his figure floated away like a phantom, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the ruins of the manor, Ackerman and Gilles looked at each other.

After a long while, Ackerman asked, "Where did you find such a good helper, man?"

Gilles looked confused: "I don't know, he came to me on his own initiative."

Ackerman could tell at a glance that Gilles was not lying, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, you are such a lucky guy."

Then he started to feel worried again: "Dawnbreak Crown has another strong competitor, which is really annoying."

(End of this chapter)