The voice seemed to follow the rain and reverberate between heaven and earth.
"Fight to the death like a man!"
"You're not afraid, are you?"
"Roger!"
He was facing the slaughter mask, who was about to do something desperate.
Roger didn't even want to respond.
He just quietly raised the big stick.
One stick after another!
Bang bang bang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The damage level of the secret realm was rising in an orderly manner.
After a few breaths.
The slaughter mask roared again, "
"What are you doing?"
"If there's anything, come at me!"
"You're treating human life like grass!"
as The Exorcist of Mystra, how can I banish a part of Mystra's people into the void of history? "
These words still didn't affect the rhythm of Roger's swing.
However, this time.
His lips moved slightly.
..
"No, I don't.
I'm just making a choice.
Since disasters would destroy the vast majority of people ...
