Clementine opened her mouth, wanting to say something tough, but Roa didn't give Clementine a chance to speak. He rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing with curiosity, Roa muttered to himself, "I haven't seen anyone fall from such a high distance before. You said, if you fall from such a high place, you will definitely turn into a pool of blood and explode, right?"
Clementine: …
Roa saw Clementine's silent face, but added a sentence at the end: "Will it explode like fireworks?"
Even with her twisted personality, it was the first time she had heard such a perverted statement.
Roa snapped his fingers, and a gentle smile appeared on that handsome face, but this gentle smile was the devil's smile in Clementine's eyes.
The next moment, the invisible airflow that had been supporting Clementine began to disappear. Under Clementine's horrified gaze, Clementine's body began to fall.
"No, no, no, you can't do this."
Clementine's facial expression finally lost control, she shouted at Roa, but Roa just looked at Clementine with interest. He didn't speak, just watched quietly, without saying a word.
Seeing Roa's expression, Clementine's heart turned cold. She already knew that if she didn't say something attractive, the man in front of her would really watch her turn into a pool of blood.
Her body began to fall, and the waist card in her cloak was hit by the wind, making a crisp sound. She began to pray, "Spare me, there is no injustice or hatred between us, really, if you spare me, I can do anything for you! Anything!"
The girl's pitiful appearance, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and a pleading tone, in the case of not being sick, this expression can really deprive many people of sympathy.
Roa rubbed his chin, falling at the same speed as Clementine, Roa said, "Are you really willing to do anything for me?"
Seeing that there was hope, Clementine immediately nodded and said, "Yes, there is no injustice or hatred between us. This time, I offended you. I apologize to you. As long as you let me go, I am willing to do anything."
Clementine said so, but secretly gritted her teeth in her heart. She decided to wait for Roa to relax his vigilance and give him a hard blow. She wanted to cut off Roa's tendons, cut off Roa's legs, abolish Roa's arms, and let Roa taste what it means to be worse than death.
"Oh, if that's the case, then let me see the 'fireworks,' since I haven't seen any before."
Roa said.
Clementine's expression gradually froze. At this moment, Clementine instantly transformed into a master of exaggerated expressions, her facial features twisting and deforming from their original pitiful appearance.
"Kid, you dare to play with me!"
Clementine spread her hands, her figure flashing with a red light, the special effect of the skill [Flight] being activated.
It wasn't that Clementine hadn't fully mastered the Flight skill, but as a warrior, she didn't use this skill very often, and at this distance, even if she used the Flight skill, she wouldn't be able to return to the ground smoothly.
Only when she descended to a hundred meters and then activated the Flight skill would there be a glimmer of hope.
But that was on the premise that Roa would easily let Clementine descend to within a hundred meters without attacking. Although Clementine was acting like a madwoman, she still had a primal desire for survival.
This led her to put on that pitiful appearance just now. To be honest, making that expression made her feel disgusted.
However, Roa responded to Clementine with a calm sentence: "Disturb Magic."
At the moment Roa's words fell, an invisible energy fluctuation spread, directly sealing Clementine's magic power.
Clementine's pupils constricted, and she exclaimed, "My magic power, damn it, what did you do!"
Clementine, who had been able to float in the air, seemed to have lost something important and began to fall downwards, accelerating faster and faster in a straight line.
The panic on her face could no longer be suppressed. Originally, Clementine had some confidence in her heart, but when Roa used Disturb Magic, that confidence disappeared without a trace.
The inability to mobilize magic power was an extremely terrifying thing, especially for Clementine now.
Whether it was martial arts, magic, or the use of other items, magic power was needed as fuel. It could be said that magic power was the foundation of everything.
However, when the medium represented by magic power and magic was cut off, magic could not be released.
The whistling wind scattered Clementine's hair, her heartbeat racing wildly at this moment, and the blood all over her body flowed rapidly. As the speed increased, her eardrums even buzzed.
"Damn it, damn it, what did you do!"
Clementine still felt incredulous, her expression as panicked as that of the Sunlight Scripture's clergyman.
The falling trend did not stop. Roa just watched Clementine fall, her speed getting faster and faster, quickly leaving an afterimage.
Five hundred meters, three hundred meters.
Until the last hundred meters, these short hundred meters took less than three breaths, and Clementine had already completed her life's journey.
When Clementine really came into contact with the ground, she didn't even let out a scream.
In just a short moment, she crashed heavily to the ground like a rag doll, as Roa had expected, her limbs limply collapsing on the ground, face down, skull shattered, in a tragic state.
Roa slowly landed beside Clementine. Naturally, she didn't explode like fireworks. When Clementine crashed to the ground, a lot of blood did splatter, but that was all.
The time Roa took to do all this was only two or three minutes, the process was quite fast.
Without looking at the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, Roa turned his gaze to Khajiit, who was now waiting solemnly.
Khajiit's gaze swept over the unrecognizable pile of flesh and blood. He had been watching from the side, and with a little deduction, he knew the cause and effect of the battle.
"What an idiot." A cold smile appeared on Khajiit's lips. He didn't feel sad about Clementine's death. There was no friendship between them, and they had even almost fought over some other matters.
However, Clementine's tragic death served as a reminder to Khajiit. Khajiit's gaze was fixed on Roa's young and handsome face. After a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Roa Greyrat, that's you, isn't it? The adventurer whose name has been rising recently."
Khajiit revealed Roa's identity in one sentence. Roa wasn't surprised by this. Indeed, as he said, he had been doing things quite ostentatiously recently, so it was normal for Khajiit to recognize him.
Moreover, this small city wasn't very big, there were only so many famous adventurers, and Roa's face was so unfamiliar. A little investigation would lead to this result.
Seeing that Roa didn't deny it, Khajiit's guess was confirmed. However, there were still many doubts in his heart.
"Roa Greyrat, what exactly are you here for!"
"What for? Does it matter what I'm here for now? Show me what you've got." Roa looked at the ugly guy in front of him with a smile.
Khajiit's answer was also very straightforward.
"Although it's a bit early to use this now, it's not bad to eliminate a powerful enemy who might hinder me here."
"Then let me show you the power of this secret treasure."
"Unleash your power, Orb of Death!"
Khajiit took a step forward, holding up an irregular stone-like object in his other hand, and shouted loudly at Roa.
At that moment, the irregular stone-like object began to glow.
"Rumble…"
Accompanied by the sound of rumbling, the entire cemetery began to shake.
And the black shadows behind Khajiit roared, gradually revealing their true forms under the light.
The originally blurred outlines became clear.
Khajiit shouted loudly, his voice filled with a hint of excitement: "Go! My undead army!"
Under Khajiit's arrogant shouts, one undead after another slowly appeared from behind him.
There were at least a hundred undead.
However, they weren't presented in the form of skeletons. Their forms were more like zombies. They had the same appearance as humans, but the flesh and blood tissues on their bodies weren't complete and had been rotting for many years.
They growled like beasts and swayed their bodies, walking towards Roa's location in groups.
Looking at this huge undead army, Khajiit laughed heartily: "Heh heh heh! With such a large number of undead, even if you are an adventurer in the hero domain, you will die here!"
Khajiit was a necromancy-specialized magic caster, the same type as Ainz.
Of course, Khajiit didn't have Ainz's necromantic magic attainments. Khajiit didn't know any of the most terrifying instant-death magic in necromancy.
But Khajiit was an expert in controlling the undead. His undead army was created with the third-tier magic [Create Undead]. The effect of this magic was to use corpses as a medium to generate or create undead, making the undead his servants.
However, due to the fact that it was only a third-tier magic, [Create Undead] usually only allowed for individual generation, that is, only one undead could be created at a time.
The fact that Khajiit was able to organize an undead army of more than 150 people like this showed that he must have been lurking here for a long time, accumulating little by little, before slowly accumulating so many undead.
Of course, he was still far inferior to Old Bone. Old Bone could create undead in large numbers with a wave of his finger. After all, Old Bone was the highest stage of the undead race, equivalent to standing at the pinnacle of the undead. It was a bit too much to compare Old Bone with Khajiit.
However, compared to summoning such a large number of undead, what was truly commendable was Khajiit's ability to control more than 150 undead at once.
Indeed, necromantic magic could create undead, but creation was one thing, and control was another. Because the act of controlling summoned creatures, magical creatures, and the like also required considerable magical attainments.
The same was true for users of necromantic magic. How many undead they could control with magic such as [Create Undead] was entirely dependent on their own strength.
The stronger the undead created, the fewer the number that could be controlled.
If the undead created were not strong, then the number that could be controlled was also limited.
This was an inevitable process. In fact, even if zombies were only the lowest-level undead, necromantic magic casters with considerable strength could generally easily control dozens of them, but it was difficult to control 150 at once, even for Khajiit, who was good at controlling the undead.
The reason why he was able to do this was entirely because of the magic item in his hand - the Orb of Death.
It was a magic item with several necromantic magic effects. It could accumulate negative energy, summon undead, and even amplify some necromantic magic, increasing the holder's control over the undead.
With it, Khajiit could control more than 100 undead at once and control these undead to fight.
Not only that, because of the power of the Orb of Death, Khajiit also obtained super-powerful undead that were different from ordinary zombies.
That was the true form of the two huge black shadows that appeared behind the zombie army.
These were Khajiit's real treasures and his trump cards.
The two huge black shadows revealed their original faces, which turned out to be two dragons that were tens of meters tall and burly!
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Two roars came, and the dragons with only skeletons opened their wings. Although pairs of bone wings could not carry them into the sky, even so, looking at the four- or five-meter-long wings, people would subconsciously feel admiration and fear.
As the former overlords of this world, the dragons' combat power was beyond doubt.
Even though the dragons had disappeared from this world for many years, the influence and prestige of the dragons were still deeply imprinted in the hearts of the people of this world.
In fact, no matter which world they were in, the dragons' combat power was quite impressive.
In the world of Mushoku Tensei, there was no need to say more. Among the seven great powers, three were dragons.
The top-ranked Technique God Laplace, the third-ranked Demon God Laplace, and the second-ranked Dragon God himself were all high-ranking powers, which could be said to be the existence that suppressed an era.