I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 120


120 The last sanctuary (3) _2

as for the abundance of magic power … Lack of clues, unable to conduct inconsequential reasoning.”

For a moment.

Roger's thoughts were endless.

if that's the case, the resistance for me to leave this planet will be even greater.

as soon as I left the novice village, I realized that I was actually in prison. Next, I have to prepare for a jailbreak.

“He's, he's quite bald …”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scratch his head, but there was a flash of excitement in his eyes.

But in the end, this was just Roger's analysis and guess.

As for the truth, he still needed more clues.

And the clue was in the South!

And now …

The gate to the South was open to him.

After Alan became the Jie Guardian, the sela River Bridge would open as usual.

Gemstone city was close at hand.

“Then,”

LAN dragged out the last word in a serious tone, ”

“Do you need me to arrange a trial for you?”

“An adventurer?”

Roger quickly shook his head in refusal.

He was only a weak warrior now.

It couldn't stand too much torment.

“In half a month.”

He had agreed on a time with LAN.

Roger returned to senluo farm in a good mood.

He began to prepare for his trip to the South.

Two days later.

In the warehouse next to the main house.

Roger carefully dripped a drop of blood on a mini coffin.

The coffin was pitch-black and looked simple. It was about half the size of a human.

This thing looked unlucky.

However, it was one of the two extraordinary items left behind by Wellington!

[the last sanctuary (storage item/extraordinary item)]

Rating: SS ”

[engine mode 1: refuge mode]

In sanctuary mode, you will obtain a sanctuary of 200*200*80 meters. The sanctuary has a strong defense ability and can resist the continuous attack of an extraordinary team for 240 hours.

Can only be used once a year.

[ engine Mode 2: regular mode ]

In normal mode, you will receive additional storage space, which includes a main room, an Armory, and two warehouse houses.

[ activation requirement: kun clan blood curse (169 days) ]

Today was the 169th day that Roger had shed blood.

After a series of strange tremors.

The coffin was finally Roger's.

Although this item looked ordinary, it was indeed worthy of the SS grade.

Not to mention the almost invincible refuge mode.

Just the regular mode alone was enough to make people drool.

It was different from other storage items.

This coffin could be used for people to live in!

The sanctuary's main room was 10*8*6 (meters) large. Not only could the owner live in it, but they could also invite guests to visit.

If the place was properly decorated, not only could it be used as a bedroom, but more functional areas could also be developed.

The storage units on both sides were just storage spaces.

Roger could take things out of the warehouse directly from the room, but he couldn't walk in.

Each storage unit had 24 slots for a total of 48 slots.

The storage space in each grid was the size of a wardrobe.

This meant that Roger could bring a lot more things.

What was worth mentioning was the independent ” Armory “.

Roger studied it for a while.

The weapon storage was like a shortcut equipment bar. As long as you thought about it, the items inside would appear in your hands.

It was just that there would be a delay of about two seconds. It was not as good as the hidden sword technique, but it was still very practical.

Currently, there were 8 slots in the Arsenal, which could hold a large number of Roger's favorite items:Smoke grenade, stinky egg, flash bottle, bottle of basic elements, hand tumor grenade, blinding powder … And so on.

With the sanctuary.

The crucible was finally free and could be used as an alchemy tool in peace.

The only flaw was …

This thing was even bigger than a Crucible when placed vertically.

Roger thought of how he would have to carry a coffin instead of a turtle shell when he went out.

He felt that his awesomeness had dropped a lot.

The other rare grade equipment that Wellington had given him was a piece of [ gold ore ].

As the name suggested.

By spending a certain amount of money, this stone could enchant a piece of equipment that had not been enchanted.

As long as there was enough money, there was no upper limit to the enchantment.

However, the effect of the enchantment was random.

Roger excitedly used the red Moon to test it out.

In the end, he got addicted to it.

[ you used the Philosopher's Stone to enchant Red Moon (normal). ]

[ your enchantment is a success! ] Red moon's sharpness +1 ”

[ do you wish to spend 100 bronze tokens to perform the second enchantment? ]

Roger tried it without hesitation.

[ you used the Philosopher's Stone to enchant Red Moon (sharpness +1). ]

[your enchantment is a success!] Red moon's durability +1 ”

[do you wish to spend 500 bronze tokens to enchant it three times?]

Roger hesitated for a moment and chose to continue.

[ you used the Philosopher's Stone to enchant Red Moon. ]

[ unfortunately, your enchantment has failed. Your Crimson Moon is damaged. ]

[ do you wish to use a small amount of bronze tokens to enchant other items? ]

There was a clang.

It wasn't just the sound of the red Moon shattering.

It was the sound of Roger's heart breaking.

He finally understood that it was not a golden stone. It was Kylie's money grinder!

The first enchantment of the [ Philosopher's Stone ] only cost 50 bronze tokens.

But the subsequent cost would multiply!

The key was that the failure rate had also increased.

There was a demon in Roger's heart that told him, ”

As long as you spend enough money, you can definitely strengthen a ‘never-damaged' Red Moon.

Fortunately, he restrained himself.

In the end, Roger spent more than half of the money to enchant all the red moons and some ordinary items.

This way …

He now had 106 red moons with different attributes.

Actually, there should have been 126 of them.

Other than extraordinary items.

Wellington had left Roger with a large amount of money, materials, scrolls, and books.

He didn't have to consider spending this wealth for the time being.

As for the remaining equipment …

He picked out a few useful pieces and put them on.

A defense +18 ” purple-scaled inner armor ” replaced the broken Mithril heartarmor.

A bracer that could summon a pack of wolves, called ” Call of the Wild, ” was worn on his left wrist.

There was also a [ boots of merchants ], which increased movement speed by a lot, and also came with [ greasing your feet ] five times a day.

The rest could only be temporarily stored in the warehouse.

A week later.

Roger carried the “last sanctuary” on his back and walked on the bridge of the sela River.

The early autumn wind blew on his face, which was cool and refreshing.

Behind him.

It was the mighty muscle man battleteam.

The gargoyle rested on his right shoulder and made a fawning sound.

Not long after.

They arrived at the other side of the bridge.

He could see the scenery in the distance.

Roger quietly activated his sixth sense.

A large number of images poured into his eyes and mind.

On the plain at the end of the horizon.

A towering mountain peak rose into the sky.

In the air at the foot of the mountain.

The six floating islands were in different orbits.

It was like a satellite that was orbiting in an orderly manner.

There was a waterfall on the floating island.

Under the sunlight, the waterfalls were like the most brilliant gems, shining.

Below the floating island and the mountain peak.

It was a scene of ruins.

It was a farm scattered all over the place.

It was an obscure gray fog.

It was a deserted Cemetery.

Roger closed his eyes, and Alan's introduction rang in his ears.

On that distant floating island.

The descendants of the first group of order-makers after the apocalypse were trying their best to maintain their power and dignity.

All kinds of open and secret fights had never stopped.

And below the floating island.

A large number of living beings and demons had gathered here.

They were also fighting.

However, the main topic of the battle had changed to survival and reproduction.

This was the city of gems.

Different people would have different definitions of him.

As for Roger …

He was only worried about how his future brothers and sisters were doing.

How's the reproduction?

Would the population be too small?

“It can't be an endangered species when I get here!”

He thought.

Suddenly, he started to run towards the southwest.

The moment he activated “complete sixth sense”…

He sensed that someone in front of him was being hurt by demons!

Sure enough.

Not long after, he saw a white House with a lonely tree on the side of the road.

At this very moment.

A huge tree demon had already wrapped itself around the entire house.

The faint sound of a woman's sobs could be heard in the room.

“I'm a hero, it's time for me to be chivalrous!”

Roger immediately marked the tree demon with a mark of sin.

Then, he called for his underlings to attack.

A moment later.

[you have killed 1 tree demon.]

[the hardness of the hair on both sides of your pubis has been slightly improved.]

“Swish!”

Roger was furious.

Chapter end