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Chapter 52 In the Name of Chief Rogers Breed

The Abyss of Disorder, as its name suggests, is a place that loses order and is also a place of constant conflict with the Bottomless Pit.

Although the characters of the gods of the Abyss are somewhat eccentric, they each have their own code of conduct that they adhere to and are willing to implement it to the end.

The existences of the Chaos Abyss are completely opposite. They believe that order is a cancer growing on chaos, a dirty concept that must be completely eradicated.

The existences of the two factions have been fighting endlessly for their respective beliefs since their birth, and have accumulated endless hatred over the endless years.

This is the description of both sides in the mythical epic, but Logos knows that the fact is not just that.

The Abyss of Disorder is far more chaotic than the legend says. It is an indescribable chaos. It is so chaotic that you can even find a group of beings who stick to order in this place where all beliefs are chaotic.

These beings believe that order is the complement of chaos, the continuation of chaos, the reflection of chaos, and the ultimate source from which chaos manifests itself.

Only higher order can bring higher chaos.

Similarly, the strength of the gods in the Chaos Abyss is also very chaotic. Some gods are so strong that humans cannot imagine, while some gods are so weak that they may be easily slapped to death by a silver-level knight.

No matter whether it is empirical or theoretical knowledge, it cannot be used to speculate and judge the existence of the disordered abyss.

Only when you really come into contact with it can you understand what it is.

Of course, there is a high probability that people will not be able to understand it at all.

As for the "villain" described in the mission, he is an existence that can probably be called a "god".

The reason why I use "probably" is because apart from possessing the so-called godhead, the other party does not have any characteristics related to the gods in public perception.

In the history of St. Helte's school, the other party followed the advice of a certain mentor decades ago and came to the school to act as a referee and scorer for student competitions.

Just because the other party likes to stick to the rules of the game and has the ability to match it, and joining St. Helte means being protected by the most powerful magic school in the world, he stayed here.

Furthermore, although he possesses godhead, he is the godhead of the Chaos Abyss, and is not a godhead in the general sense.

Materials with the characteristics of the Chaos Abyss are like blind boxes. You never know what destructive situations will happen after adding it to the ritual, so no one will take the idea of ​​this "false god".

Well, except for the bottomless pit.

In fact, for all living beings, and even for the entire world, the other party is not considered to be a god. Even the godhead he possesses is simply and crudely named "Heart of Chaos".

If the game text hadn't actually called the opponent a "god", it would have been difficult for Logos to regard the opponent as a serious god.

Because according to the current rules of the world, it is impossible for so-called gods to appear in this world.

After all, those gods can't even act as contract executors now, let alone come.

Of course, it may be a different kind of love, or maybe the other person's godhead is poisonous to ordinary creatures, but is a delicacy to the existence of the bottomless pit.

No matter what, the Bottomless Pit gave the other side the treatment and respect they deserved, and even the gods jointly issued this sacrifice task, but maybe they didn't care much about this "false god" at all, and just wanted to find something. Just having fun.

In the end, the opponent's title was not "The Villain of the Chaos Abyss", but "The Game Spirit of the Chaos Abyss".

[The game was born in the mutual pursuit of order and chaos. ] When Rogers pushed his monocle with his middle finger and pondered the remarks about this god in the "Evening Bell Quartet", a warm breath touched his cheek.

He slowly turned his face to the side and met Alina's eyes.

Their faces were so close that the tips of their noses almost touched.

Luo Gesi's eyes were wide open, allowing the other party to carefully explore what was in his eyes.

However, as time went by, this action out of curiosity seemed to turn into a competition, as if whoever looked away first lost.

Alina's feather-like snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly. She took the lead to end this childish game, with a slight blush on her face, and moved her eyes to the textbooks placed in front of her.

"Oh, childish."

After hearing Logos's proud chuckle, she commented unhappily.

"Yes, Miss Alina is the most mature." Rogers nodded in response, showing his tolerance and generosity. When he noticed the slight change in the other person's face, he quickly continued to add:
"I'm in big trouble and I'm going to need your help during the competition."

Elena showed a little confusion when she heard this. She knew that although Logos needed to make a lot of preparations to confront the Saint, he had never regarded the Saint as a trouble that needed to be taken seriously.

The third prince's priority was even lower than that of the saint. After thinking for a moment, she slowly spit out a name: "Montroy..."

"I will tell you the specific situation when the time comes, and only you can help me with this." Rogers did not comment on this speculation, but continued to ask sincerely.

"Then you can tell me then." Alina narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Rogers nonchalantly.

When Rogers saw Alina's reaction, he knew there was nothing wrong.

He always felt that the other person was like a cat sometimes. He was obviously very useful but always pretended not to care, insisting on maintaining that inexplicable pride.

But he also likes to deliberately show some small actions where he can notice that make him aware of the other person's mood at the moment.

Occasionally, when Alina was doing this, Rogers would imagine that she had a pair of snow-white erect ears and a slightly swaying tail, which would make her look extremely interesting.

Time flies by like a white horse.

After the night fell, many students who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria walked towards their dormitories in twos and threes.

The atmosphere in the first-year Morost College dormitory tonight was far less relaxed than in the past.

Many students watched silently as a Hilmi College student with purple hair and a fierce expression entered the dormitory hall of his college.

The sharp eyebrows of the purple-haired boy make him look extremely sharp and cold. His face carved like a blade and his low-hanging sideburns add to his ruthless temperament.

When the corners of his mouth with faint scars slightly raised, people felt that there was no warmth or kindness in this smile, only a hint of coldness and unpredictable danger.

"In the name of Chief Rogers Breed, I would like to discuss something with some classmates from your hospital."

Derek explained in a voice that sounded like gravel, and when this sound reached everyone's ears, it was like a declaration.

(End of this chapter)