The land of the North is vigorous and rough. Even in Richelieu, which is famous for its history and artistic atmosphere, the architectural style is still mainly tall and majestic. ww w.qu an be n.co mHowever, the Oracle City, which is unknown to the world, has a delicacy and beauty that is incomparable to that of the entire north.
In this midsummer season, the ancient elves no longer need to expend energy to regulate the temperature in the Oracle City, so the elves used the excess energy to build a large number of war facilities. After all, the current peace in Oracle City is just a facade. Who knows how many undercurrents there will be under the calm sea? It's just that the beauty-loving nature of the elves has struck again, and they have decorated these war facilities like works of art.
In the faint morning light, the city of Oracle is like a beauty standing on the edge of a clear blue lake and green grass.
But this morning, the invisible wind blowing was not the admirer of this beauty, but the god of death who was ready to spread death.
Nicholas, who had a solemn and strange face, had arrived at the edge of the Oracle City. It was like there was a windy staircase under his feet, which was getting higher and higher. He actually walked up to the top of the Oracle City step by step out of thin air.
His figure was strangely trembling slightly, just enough to avoid the eyes of all the elves. In fact, most of the patrolling elves subconsciously avoided his path.
After crossing the city, Nicholas did not stop. He walked higher and higher, walking towards the center of the city of oracles as if no one else was watching.
After this period of spying, Nicholas has become convinced that the elves in this city must be related to the death of Chris Felena. Now that the mysterious Hughes is no longer in the elf city, this good opportunity will never come back once it is lost. So he was no longer prepared to explore the real role of the elves in this matter, and just wanted to massacre the city.
He will destroy everything related to the death of Chris Felena.
When Nicholas slowly arrived at the center of the Oracle City in the air, he suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
In the square under three ancient elven trees, a huge silver dragon was lying there quietly. She lay down in a freehand manner, with the faucet stretched out towards the direction of the small lake, as if she was looking at the blue lake water in a trance, and seemed to be enjoying the cool summer breeze.
"Chris...Felena..." Nicholas moaned involuntarily, his body already crumbling.
Nicholas almost used up all his strength to stop himself from rushing over. He looked intently and saw more than ten elves busy around the silver dragon's huge body, seemingly cleaning her body and scales. These elves worked meticulously and conscientiously, cleaning each scale carefully without any sign of being in a hurry.
Nicholas stood silently in the sky, letting time pass and the sun rise and set.
Krisferena still lay quietly, motionless, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. In fact, she couldn't move. She is just a statue, a huge, lifelike statue that took a lot of effort from the elf artist.
It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun faded that these serious elves completed the cleaning work and went back happily.
There are always some young elves gathering around the silver dragon statue. They look at the beautiful and huge silver dragon in ecstasy, and listen to the stories and legends about the silver dragon told by the older elves over and over again.
As night fell, the beautiful Oracle City gradually became quiet.
Nicholas slowly floated down in front of Krisferena.
The statue of the Silver Dragon is a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship. Her eyes seemed to be moving slowly with Nicholas, her eyes seemed sad, confiding, and happy. Nicholas was in a daze, almost thinking that Krisferena was resurrected in front of him.
How long can I survive dealing with many powerful enemies? Nicholas didn't know the answer.
But if the Oracle City can survive forever in the river of history, then Krisferena can live forever in the hearts of many elves.
He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the statue of Chrissy Felena, but in the end...
But in the end, Nicholas failed to muster the courage. He would rather believe that Chris Felena is sleeping in the Oracle City.
Although this sleep has no end.
A ray of silver light rose into the sky, accompanied by Nicholas's earth-shattering roar!
All the ancient elven trees trembled in the roar, and the calm lake surface also set off huge waves!
At this moment, all the sleeping elves were awakened. They didn't know what was happening and looked around at the window blankly.
A few drops of water quietly fell in the sky, and the water drops gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance.
The elves suddenly had a glimmer of illusion. They saw that in the seven-color brilliance, Krisferena seemed to be alive. She seemed to be looking up at the direction where the silver light was retreating, reluctant to leave.
Two figures appeared at a window.
"He's finally gone..." Death God's voice sounded much older than before. Ever since Elsielot stepped into the blue lake, he suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years.
"Yeah..." Hughes looked at the place where the silver light disappeared, with no proud expression on his face.
"What about this statue? It takes a lot of magic power to maintain it, right?"
Hughes was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Just keep it like this. If everything is over and he can survive, he will have a place to rely on."
flame.
There are blazing flames everywhere!
This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire of bliss that contains great magic power and is enough to bind all souls!
In the flames, countless souls were crying, screaming, and struggling. They desperately ran back and forth in the flames, but they could not escape the shackles of the flames no matter what.
When the flames gradually extinguished, these desperate souls were gradually dragged into the ground by the flames. Their pain does not diminish as the flames are extinguished.
In the midst of the blazing flames, stood a stunning girl. Her gorgeous dress was torn in many places, and the exposed skin had scratches and bruises. Although she is still young, she already looks like a peerless beauty.
Seeing the soul struggling in the flames, the smile on her lips became more and more obvious and charming. Finally, she laughed wildly, her green eyes reflecting blazing flames and countless suffering souls!
Then there was a whirlwind...
Froya woke up, her head still hurt badly. With great difficulty, she finally saw Rogge in front of her. He was still shaking himself.
"Damn fat man, you're finally out! You've been in here all day and all night."
Rogge nodded and said: "Fortunately, everything went well. The Frost Dagger was also found."
"Where is it? Let me see!"
Rogge smiled and said: "You can't see it yet. It is in Amaro's body, which is the most important part of the seal. It cannot be taken out now. Once taken out, Amaro will regain his ability to move. "
Froya stood up and saw groups of soldiers digging tunnels under the command of elven engineers.
"What are they doing?" The little goblin was still a little confused.
"Amaro's body is relatively large. If he wants to move it out, the passage must be widened."
"Damn fat man, you can't subdue it by yourself, can you? Tell me, how many more things have you hidden that you haven't told me?" The little goblin pinched the flesh on Rogge's waist.
"Conquer it?" Rogge chuckled and said, "I didn't subdue it. We just agreed on the terms."
Half of the more than a thousand surviving soldiers were digging passages and half were clearing the exits. Half a day has passed, and the passage has not been dug yet. The exit has been cleared first.
Rogge frowned and walked among the corpses scattered in the military camp.
Although these corpses have begun to decompose, horrific bite and scratch marks can still be seen on their bodies. The stench of corpses in the wind made Fengdie feel nauseous, but she still insisted on following Rogge.
"Where are those enemies..." As soon as she opened her mouth, the smell of corpses that hit her face completely interrupted her words.
Rogge bent down, regardless of the filth and smell, forcefully tore open the clothes of a corpse and looked at the rotting wounds. It took him a long time to stand up, and his body inevitably emitted a strong corpse odor.
Rogge sighed and walked out of the military camp, saying: "The beasts that hurt people are not ordinary beasts. Only druids can summon and control so many mutated beasts. It seems that outside the stone palace, The one who is preparing to ambush us must be the Druid. As for him..."
Rogge frowned and said slowly: "He is already dead. This time the ones here are not ordinary druids, there is at least one elder among them."
Fengdie's face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "So... where are those druids?"
"They may be dead, or they may have escaped." Rogge's mind suddenly flashed to ***'s right hand wrapped in light smoke, and he added, "They should all be dead."
Fengdie was silent and just followed Rogge.
The goblin would never enter a place like the military camp where corpses were everywhere. She looked at Rogge walking towards her, immediately covered her nose, and shouted: "Stay away from me! Come back after cleaning yourself!"
Rogge smiled faintly, and while walking towards Froya, black flames kept coming out of his body. Finally, the demonic flames burned his clothes clean, and the annoying corpse odor naturally disappeared.
The little elf's face was slightly red, and he threw a robe to Rogge, who only had a piece of silver dragon armor left.
Rogge's eyes slowly swept across the dilapidated stone palace and the surrounding melancholy forest, and his face became increasingly gloomy. He wasn't sure if there were druids hiding in this forest. But since *** said she would deal with the people outside, there should be no enemies in the surrounding area.
The Druid's blows these few times were very cruel and effective. If the assassin who had not been heard from for a long time had not suddenly appeared, then this stone palace would have been the tomb of more than 3,000 people. Even if Rogge himself could possibly escape, others would certainly not be spared, and the Frost Dagger would also fall into the hands of the Druid.
"Sir, do you think those prisoners asked to leave?" The officer's request brought Rogge back from his thoughts.
Rogge looked over and saw the dozen or so Druid warriors who had survived the disaster gathering together and looking at this side.
"We can't just let them go!" Feng Die's cold voice made Rogge startled.
He looked back and saw Feng Die staring at the Druid warrior with hatred in her eyes. Her hand was holding the wheel saw tightly and was shaking uncontrollably.
Rogge grabbed Fengdie who was about to rush out, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"I want to kill these druids!" Feng Die gritted his teeth.
Rogge shouted: "They are just the lowest status warriors. No matter how many you kill, it will be useless!"
"But... these druids killed him!" Feng Die suddenly burst into tears, crying hoarsely: "I paid so much, I gave up my dignity, pride, purity and hope, all just to let him Alive! But why did the Druid kill him anyway!!"
Rogge turned around and shouted to the Druid warriors who were waiting for their fate to be pronounced: "I promised to let you go free, and I will fulfill my promise! Go back and tell the Druids in Yunxiao City You guys, I don’t want to be enemies with them, don’t force me again! If they insist on having their own way, don’t let you die again. Next time, I won’t be so polite! Get out of here now!”
Fengdie stopped crying. She stared at the back of the Druid warrior and said coldly to Rogge: "Are you really ready to reconcile with these Druids? If so, can you please terminate our contract?" , I will go to Yunxiao City by myself!"
Rogge smiled lightly and explained... Is it possible? I just want the druids to discuss it so that we can delay it for a while. We are too passive at the moment. Besides, what's the point of killing these little soldiers? Why don't you have to kill a few of his elders to let the druid know the pain! Fengdie, follow me wholeheartedly. One day, I will take you to the City of Yunxiao. "
Fengdie bit her lower lip gently and nodded slowly.
Another whole day passed before the passage in the stone palace was opened high and wide enough, and Amaro's body was finally able to be moved out of the stone palace. But the surrounding dense forest was a bigger obstacle. Rogge directed his soldiers to quickly open a path in the forest, and at the same time sent people to rush to the Grand Duke of Doriac, asking him to increase troops to support him while monitoring the movements of all druids in the province.
Rogge sent another team of elves to notify the Eye of Wisdom and asked them to send the Eye of Amaro to Dresden as soon as possible, where he would meet the people of the Eye of Wisdom.
He looked at Amaro's huge body and sneered imperceptibly.
The sea of consciousness.
This time the battle was particularly long, and the enemy's tenacity made even Wella find it difficult to resist.
The origin of God had entered a very dangerous state, and the two had to stop. Different from the calm demeanor after the previous battles, this time they all looked very embarrassed. The look in their eyes was dim, and the gold and black that were originally vertical like mirrors were messy. The two looked at each other for a while and began to tidy up their appearance in unison.
***Dai frowned slightly and stared at the busy Wella. She instinctively felt that Wella was planning something. However, although *** has control over the origin of God, her understanding of the origin of God is too little, so she has no way of knowing Weina's thoughts, nor can she explore Weina's power and skills. Only in the battle with Wella can *** observe and understand Wella's unfathomable fighting skills.
As soon as their fighting stopped, the power of God's origin began to recover bit by bit. Another invisible battle begins. Every time the Origin of God restores a bit of energy, *** and Wella will fight for it at the same time. Fortunately, in the fight for God's original energy, *** did not fall behind, and even had a slight upper hand because of its control. Even so, in the face of Wella's endless and ever-changing fighting skills, *** can only barely support it.
*** was concentrating on fighting for the energy of the origin of God, but Wella was busy non-stop.
In the sea of consciousness, a war has just subsided.
This battle was surprisingly long, and Wella was also surprised by ***'s tenacity this time. She gradually felt that *** was becoming more and more difficult to handle. It wasn't until the origin of God was on the verge of collapse that the two had to stop and confront each other from afar.
This time the fierce battle was more intense than before. They all looked a little embarrassed. Whether they were gold or black, they were no longer as smooth as a mirror.
The two women looked at each other and straightened their appearance in unison. In the sea of consciousness, their images are originally projections of consciousness. The reason why they appear in such a mess is because the origin of God is no longer stable after the fierce battle. But they can still restore the elegance and beauty of their appearance by adjusting their energy themselves. Ever since Wella mocked her beautiful appearance after a battle, just like that colorful world, beauty has become another battlefield for them to fight.
As soon as their fighting stopped for a moment, the energy of God's origin began to recover. An invisible battle surrounding these new energies broke out again. In terms of competing for energy, only in this aspect, *** is not at a disadvantage. Even because she has control over the origin of God, she has a slight upper hand. But in the face of Wella's endless and unpredictable combat arts, *** can only be supported every time. But Wella couldn't subdue ***, and with her fighting instinct derived from the Angel of Light, she couldn't explain why *** had such an indestructible willpower.
Wella even doubted that if this situation continued, would there come a day when she could truly subdue *** in the battle on the sea of consciousness.
*** His eyes slowly closed, and he began to compete wholeheartedly for the energy of God's origin.
"Why are you so serious?" Weina chuckled and said, "You want the original energy of God so much... Then I'll share it with you more!"
*** His eyes were slightly opened, he glanced at Wella coldly, and then closed them again. No matter how Weina provoked next, *** completely ignored it.
Wella was not as serious as *** at all. While absorbing the origin of God, she teased *** with words and was still busy.
Her hands gracefully performed countless complex gestures in the air, and a golden cloud of light was changing between her hands. Every time Wei Na weaves a gesture, hundreds of tiny golden symbols will explode from the light cloud and slowly fly into the endless void.
Under the cover of golden light clouds, Wella is like the god of creation, spreading stars one after another.
*** Faintly felt that Wella seemed to have been planning something, but she could only distinguish her memory of reading the origin of God from Wella's golden symbols, and could not tell anything else. Ever since the day Wella went to rescue Rogge and expel the Druids, she had become mysterious. From time to time, he would reveal a little bit of pride, intentionally or unintentionally, to let her know whether Wella had really discovered something or was just making a fool of herself.
Since he couldn't figure it out, *** simply stopped thinking about it. This dreamlike and beautiful little person has indescribable persistence. She just can't help absorbing the energy of the source of God and remembering the fighting skills that Wella once used. *** firmly believes that as long as Wella is completely defeated in the battle on the sea of consciousness, everything she planned will be meaningless.
Kara is a medium-sized city in Layton, and it is also the city with the largest number of Eye of Wisdom followers in the territory.
It was only late at night that the excited Kara City slowly returned to calm. Today, Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom once again came to the city of Kara, which is favored by God, and personally blessed nearly 10,000 believers and prayed to the goddess on their behalf. Every believer of the Eye of Wisdom knows that being able to participate in a religious ceremony hosted by Saint Mora is an indescribably profound experience.
What is faith
Believers may not be able to explain it, but they can say with certainty that having faith is a kind of happiness, and having faith is an incomparable feeling.
In Kara City, the Temple of the Eye of Wisdom is already quite large. Although it is still not comparable to the temples of major religions such as the Holy Sect of Silver and the City of Yunxiao in metropolitan cities, no matter in terms of its grand momentum, huge building complex or Judging from the vast area, this temple is the most magnificent building in Kara City.
In the prayer room at the back of the temple, Saint Mora in white robes was kneeling alone in front of the altar, silently praying to the ever-burning magic flame on the altar.
Over this period of time, her abilities have grown significantly, but hosting a ceremony of today's scale still consumes all her strength. Although she was exhausted, she continued to pray every day. For Mora, her faith in the goddess Odereh is now everything to her.
Unknowingly, the entire prayer room was quietly enveloped in a mysterious golden light.
When Morajjue arrived, the dazzling mysterious light almost coated everything in the prayer room with a layer of gold. An indescribable aura of majesty quietly descended on the prayer room.
Mora's golden hair floated slowly, and she stood up involuntarily, staring at the magic flame on the altar that had completely turned into gold. Maura felt that her heart almost stopped beating. In front of this substantial golden light, she felt so humble, so small, so insignificant.
Being able to stand so close to the golden flame is already a supreme honor.
Mora barely suppressed the urge to almost faint, slowly knelt down, stretched out her arms towards the golden flame, and begged the oracle.
As if in response to her piety, the golden flames jumped, and lines of text appeared in the flames!
Mora stared at the words in the flames and engraved them in the deepest part of her soul.
A soft sound of footsteps rang in Maura's ears, and she suddenly knew clearly that the sound of rapid footsteps came from hundreds of meters away, and she had not yet entered the temple gate. And Mora knew that the owner of the footsteps was Elder Carmon.
"Is this a new ability given to me by the goddess as a reward for my faith?" Mora thought.
When Elder Carlmon stepped into the prayer room, the golden light that filled the room had dissipated, but the remnant of the oppressive power that looked down on all mortal beings was still there, and deeply shocked Carlmon's soul! His knees weakened and he knelt down involuntarily.
"Miss Mora... the goddess, has she just arrived?" Carmon's voice was trembling. He had experienced the arrival of the goddess several times, and almost every time he lost the ability to move or even speak under the pressure of the goddess.
Mora was still staring at the beating magic flame, and after a long time she said slowly: "Yes. The goddess's power is more powerful than before."
At this time, Audreyh's divine power in the prayer room had slowly dissipated, and Carmon acted as usual. He said carefully: "Miss Mora, Master Rogge just sent a secret letter. He has found Ah. Moro’s body, I want you to send someone to deliver the Eye of Amaro to Dresden, where he will join our people.”
Mora's body trembled slightly, but Carmon, who lowered his head, did not notice this.
"Miss Mora, although... although Mr. Rogge is particularly favored by the goddess, and he has donated a large amount of money to the church, he is not a believer in the Eye of Wisdom after all. Moreover, the Eye of Amaro is the one we use to create wisdom. Can you really send him a letter like this, which is the magic thing of your eyes? Look... "
Mora seemed to sigh quietly, and said calmly: "I will personally deliver the Eye of Amaro to Dresden."
"But," Elder Carmon said in surprise: "If you leave, who will preside over the two scheduled religious exhibition ceremonies next week?"
In this moment, Maura had returned to her usual sacred dignity and said calmly: "Cancel it."
"But..." Carmon wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Maura: "Elder Carmon, please go arrange my schedule. I want to go out overnight."
Carmon could only nod in agreement.
Maura walked slowly out. When she passed Elder Carmon, she suddenly stopped and said softly: "Being able to dedicate everything to the goddess is the highest honor for a believer."
Carmon looked at Mora's back, feeling a little confused.
At the same moment, in a distant place, the same believers were praying to the gods.
The same temple, the same place to serve God, but the magnificence of this mysterious temple has surpassed any temple on the continent, even the Great Temple of Light of the Church of Light.
There is no magical flame for illumination in this temple, but a soft silver light that comes from nowhere illuminates everything in the temple. All the furnishings in the temple are extremely tall, and the three entrance and exit gates are each twenty meters high. But in this huge hall, which is fifty meters high and nearly four hundred meters long and wide, all the huge facilities seem insignificant.
In front of the huge altar, a pious figure was prostrate. The sun rises and sets, the moon shines and the moon dims. It has been prostrate for who knows how long.
The figure looked very weak, trembling all the time, as if it might fall down at any time, but it still persisted, waiting for the instructions given to it by God.
The door to the side of the temple opened silently. A tall figure slowly walked into the temple. All conversations in this temple are conducted through spiritual communication, so no matter how many believers are present, the temple is always quiet.
It silently looked at the figure in front of the temple and sighed longly: Give it up! my child. You asked, and God showed you the way. Your current behavior is an affront to God’s supreme dignity and will never lead to any consequences. As a prophet appointed by God, you should know these things better than I do. "
It took a long time before the prostrate figure answered, with unconcealable weakness in its voice: "I know. But I can't believe it, let alone accept the fate revealed in the oracle. I'm not willing to give in, I need an answer!"
"We have strength and wisdom, but our strength and wisdom are not enough to free us from the river of destiny. God is omnipotent and sees beyond the scope of our understanding. Destiny does not change. .Give up, my child! This way you can still retain God’s favor!”
"I will never give up!" The crawling figure replied firmly: "If God can't change fate, then I will change it myself! Even if every branch of the river of destiny points to the same end point, I would rather be bruised and beaten by the river. Rushing to the finish line! It’s better than being confused and drifting with the crowd!”
The soft silver light in the hall suddenly became brighter, dazzlingly bright.
The silver light became brighter and brighter, and then the whole palace began to shake!
"My child, in response to your call, God has come again. But... if you give up now, it might still be too late!"
"I will never give up!"
The temple shook suddenly, and the huge altar collapsed! A silent, but soul-shaking roar suddenly came from the dazzling silver light!
Then everything became quiet, the silver light faded, and the huge temple fell into unprecedented complete darkness. After a moment, four amber lights slowly lit up, which was the light emitted by their eyes.
"God is angry. He has withdrawn his protection from us. My child, you know what this means!" The elder's voice became stern, but it also contained infinite pain.
The prostrate figure stood up and said firmly: "I know. I will pay for my sins. From now on, I give up my faith and prepare to bear the wrath of God. Please find a person for God. New prophet!"
It walked towards the temple door.
"My child! The oracle has revealed what kind of road you are going to take now! At the end of the road is pain, perdition and destruction! The endless flames will burn your soul forever!"
"I know." It walked out of the temple firmly.
I don't know how long it took before a long sigh sounded in the temple: "Is this the pain of the prophet..."
Roger is happy now.
He is not without troubles and pains. In fact, he may have more troubles and pains than most people and more than most creatures. It’s just that he deals with pain in a very positive way. Fatty would never hesitate to pass on the pain to others. If you really can't pass it on, then start solving it. If it cannot be solved temporarily, then work hard to improve your strength and wait for a solution in the future. In the fat man's mind, power, wealth, and personal strength are all part of strength. Absolute power can solve most troubles, this is Fatty's creed.
He suddenly discovered that he had gradually become somewhat similar to ***.
As for those troubles that cannot be solved even with great power...
"Then let them go to hell!" the fat man thought happily. All in all, being depressed because of pain is too luxurious. He would rather struggle and vent than be depressed.
Now whenever something is successfully completed, Fatty feels very happy. Sometimes, he even couldn't help but want to be grateful, but found that he couldn't find anyone to be grateful to, so the thick-skinned fat man immediately attributed everything to his own wisdom and martial arts.
At this moment, looking at the Eyes of Amaro with a faint halo in front of him, Rogge felt even more happy.
The huge Eye of Amaro is half a meter long and is light cyan in color, with a blood-red eye in the middle. In the center of the eye is a dark, narrow pupil like a beast.
Rogge stretched out his hand and gently touched the Eye of Amaro, feeling the smooth and cold feeling on his fingertips, as well as the strange energy seeping into his skin.
"Lord Rogge, if you come into contact with the Eye of Amaro for too long, it will cause damage to your body." Mora said softly.
Rogge chuckled, "Amaro's power won't hurt me now." "
Mora asked again: "I heard that you have found Amaro's body, but I didn't sense its breath."
Rogge smiled and said: "Of course you can't sense it. I have already transported it to the City of Oracle."
"So what do you plan to do with the Eye of Amaro?"
Roger hesitated. He suddenly thought of Odaireh, his heart beat wildly a few times, and he spoke the truth: "I want to get this thing back to the Oracle City, and then resurrect Amaro."
"But," Mora said, "when making a deal with Amaro...you must be careful! It may regret it."
Rogge smiled and said: "Moura, you have changed a lot! Amaro was the first god you served, and now you actually evaluate it like this."
Maura smiled softly. At this moment, Rogge suddenly had some illusion, feeling that the whole room suddenly lit up, and the light was so soft, and Mora's sweet voice became erratic, as if coming from outside: "What I believe now There is only the goddess Odaireh. Amaro is just a false god, and its true identity is a demon."
She walked towards Roger. The white robe flutters slightly with the swaying steps, revealing a thought-provoking curve from time to time. Maura is rare in terms of figure and appearance. Perhaps because she has been serving the goddess Audreyh for a long time, she has gradually become a mixture of sanctity and unruliness. Every step Mora made seemed to stir up an invisible ripple, penetrating Rogge's defenses unknowingly. Rogge suddenly remembered the night when he first met Maura and her blood-stained body.
She stood behind Rogge, pushed him into a chair, and then said: "I have changed a lot! You must be too busy and tired, so you have never paid attention to these little things. I have a way to relieve you of fatigue.”
As she spoke, without allowing Rogge to object, she put her delicate hands on Rogge's forehead, and her fingers gently passed over his forehead, cheeks, and neck. Then, she reached into Rogge's collar and gently pressed his chest muscles. .
Subtle strands of cold energy could not help but seep into Rogge's skin from her fingertips. Rogge was very surprised by Maura's sudden intimacy, but since it came from a beauty like Maura, the fat man would only welcome this kind of intimacy. The icy cold energy transmitted from Maura's fingertips was very comfortable, constantly stimulating waves of heat in his body, allowing him to completely relax. Rogge's spirit also became a little sluggish. He didn't want to think too much and just wanted to enjoy this moment.
He relaxed completely and leaned back, leaning against Maura. Maura smiled softly and did not avoid it. Under her thin robe, Rogge could completely feel the soft and boneless body and the soft and tender skin.
Rogge suddenly pressed down on the delicate hands that were no longer wandering in his robe, and pulled hard. Mora exclaimed, and involuntarily leaned down and fell on Rogge's shoulders.
Rogge's whole body was filled with heat. He held Maura's little face and kissed her on the lips. Mora struggled hard, but how could she be a match for Rogge's brute strength? So there was no way to escape, and he was kissed.
The fat man reached out and hugged Maura's entire body, laying her on his lap, and reached under her robe with one hand.
Maura's body tensed up instantly, then relaxed. She opened her small mouth slightly, allowing Rogge to explore the fragrance inside, and then bit down hard on the unbridled tongue. The fat man couldn't help but let out a low cry. Although Maura didn't bite his tongue, the pain was still very painful.
Taking this opportunity, Mora suddenly pushed Rogge away and escaped from his clutches.
Rogge looked at Mora who was panicking and retreating, and the flames in his body became even more intense. He couldn't help but frown and said, "You're seducing me!"
"I didn't!" Maura denied categorically, but she seemed to have tripped over something when she stepped back and fell down accidentally. With a sneer, her thin robe suddenly tore apart, revealing a pair of snow-white, impeccable long legs.
At this moment, something seemed to explode in Rogge's mind!
He smiled, stared at Maura's long legs, and said slowly: "This game is very interesting, I like it! You run away, I will see where you can escape! You can also scream, but no one will help your."
Maura exclaimed in a low voice, retracted her legs, and tried hard to cover her long legs with the broken robe, but her white calves and bare feet could not be covered at all.
In Rogge's eyes, this scene actually made it even more tempting. He began to approach Maura step by step, and Maura was like a helpless little woman, staring at Rogge with her light blue eyes in fear, and couldn't help but move back.
There was only provocation in those light blue eyes.
Rogge's thinking was already very slow. As far as the instinct of fat people is concerned, there is always only one solution to the provocation of the weak, and that is suppression.
At this time, Maura had no retreat and was shrinking back to the corner desperately, but her light blue eyes were still provoking. Rogge slowly squatted down in front of Maura, who was almost shrinking into a ball. Amid her almost desperate exclamation, he reached out and grabbed one of her soft, moist feet...
The world of death.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake in the sea of consciousness. The ripples expanded rapidly and turned into huge waves in the blink of an eye. The whole Jinhu seems to be boiling!
***'s silver eyes slowly opened and asked: "What are you doing?"
Wella did not answer, but asked: "Do you want to know what advent is?"
*** Lifting his right fist, his delicate little hand was already covered with a layer of silver light: "Wella, no matter what you are doing, stop it immediately!"
Wella smiled and said: "The origin of God has not been restored yet, do you want to take action now? Well, since you want to know so much, I won't hide it from you. Shouldn't you be concerned about the situation of those coordinates? "
*** snorted softly, closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and said coldly: "What did you do to Maura?"
Wella ignored ***'s question and just said: "No matter what I did, it's too late for you to stop me now. There is still time, so I'd better explain to you what advent is. For the heaven , the effect of advent is much more powerful than reincarnation, but it is also much more dangerous. Before angels descend, they must first choose a body that can withstand the powerful energy generated when they descend, and this body must be able to exert it in the future. The power that an angel should have. Once the body is chosen, the angel will restore itself to the most original energy state of the heaven, then enter the new body and expel the original soul of the new body. For those lower-level angels, due to the loss of power Too fast, and the time they can maintain their original state is very short. The process of expelling or destroying the soul of the new body is also very difficult, and it also consumes a lot of energy, especially when the soul of the new body has a strong will. Therefore. , most of the low-level angels who tried to descend in the early stages died due to exhaustion of power during the descending process, and those few who succeeded were unable to completely expel the soul of the original owner, and the new body instead became a cage that imprisoned them.… "
Before Wella could finish speaking, *** had already punched her face.
Wella's smile suddenly disappeared, and her voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness: "***, you have no chance!"
She danced her hands at a height that transcended time and space, and one after another indescribably powerful spells flew toward her.
Wella's icy voice echoed over the crazily roaring Golden Lake: "Time and space are cut off, disordered divisions, time and space lawmen, soul binding!" At the last sentence, she pointed towards ***!
***Suddenly found that he could no longer move and his body had turned into a nearly transparent shadow. She clearly knew that the space in the sea of consciousness had undergone unimaginable changes at this moment, and her soul was in a mysterious and uncontrollable state.
"***, you can't resist this time, can you?" Wella smiled. She flew to the front of the girl and gently touched the mirror-like black with her hand.
*** just said calmly: "Really? Let me see how long you can support it."
"It won't take long, just a moment."
*** said coldly: "I'll wait."
Wella's image blurred for a while. It was obvious that she had almost exhausted all her strength in order to cast the series of terrifying spells just now.
But she didn't take it seriously. She just stroked ***'s face and said softly: "Let's continue talking about Advent. Because of the various restrictions and dangers during Advent, the newly born Advent Angels are very weak. Later, in order to After thoroughly exploring the limitations and dangers of advent, the Lord God designated me, who had just been created, to descend into that world. Although advent was dangerous, relying on the light angel’s fighting instinct and huge power, I was able to handle it all easily. At that time, my new The body is perfect, but the will is also extremely strong. Just before I completely destroyed that soul, I met Rodriguez."
Wella chuckled or else... Humph! "
"You don't have much time left." *** reminded her coldly.
Wella is not afraid of a mysterious smile, so why are you so anxious? Do you think that although I have temporarily imprisoned you, there is nothing I can do to you? But after a while, you will have feelings. "
Mora's robe had been torn to pieces by Rogge, revealing large areas of dazzlingly white skin. But the fat man deliberately did not tear off Maura's robe completely, so that the flickering sex would irritate his nerves even more.
Mora gasped sharply, while twisting and struggling desperately under Rogge, blocking his evil hands, while constantly fighting with Rogge, sometimes begging for mercy, sometimes threatening.
In Rogge's eyes, these are all temptations, naked temptations!
Maura was like a big slippery fish, so he had to use all his energy to deal with her in order to prevent her from escaping.
The game has been going on long enough. Rogge suddenly pressed firmly on Mo's slender waist, which could not stop twisting, and slowly pressed up! Mora struggled and dodged frantically, but the room for movement was too small to stop his forceful invasion.
Her expression changed, and then she frowned, screaming in pain, and ten nails dug deeply into Rogge's skin...
The sea of consciousness.
The surface of the lake that was constantly boiling suddenly became as smooth as a mirror...
Immediately afterwards, a huge water column rose into the sky, completely submerging ***! Wella pulled back and barely managed to avoid the water column.
An irresistible pain hit ***'s soul, but there was also an indescribable feeling in this pain. This feeling was as thin as spring rain, but irresistible, quietly eroding every corner of her soul. *** felt that her power was inexplicably draining away, all of which was beyond her comprehension. *** Finally, he was a little panicked, and there was a strange feeling spreading quietly deep in his heart.
*** gave a clear drink, and countless thin strips of light appeared around him. These light strips flickered on and off under her constant impact, and from time to time one would explode into a shower of light that filled the sky. In the blink of an eye, ***'s right hand has broken through the shackles of the light network!
The huge waves receded and the lake became calm again. However, Wella appeared above the body. She stretched out her hand and pressed it. The light network regained its stability, and the body of the body was slowly pressed into the golden lake. Outside the light net, ***'s right hand wanted to grab Wella's hand, but even within this few minutes' distance, it seemed that he would never be able to reach it.
The water in the lake was calm, but there was an undercurrent surging beneath the surface.
Waves of strange feelings washed over ***'s soul along with the undercurrent. Now the pain contained in the undercurrent has been reduced a lot, but the bursts of soreness, pain, and itching, accompanied by the determination of dedication, doubts and regrets, and the vague satisfaction, are almost overwhelming for her.
Wella smiled weakly. Do you know why I want to explain to you? I have connected the origin of God with Mora's soul, and now here is the deepest consciousness of Mora's soul. Everything she feels now, you will feel it exactly. In a sense, although she is not you, you are her. This is the first stage of Advent. "
"So... that's it!" *** thought in a daze.
A huge wave suddenly rose into the sky without warning! *** couldn't help but tremble, her resistance immediately weakened a bit, the confining light network stabilized, and disappeared into the air again.
The huge wave also submerged Wella. But when the waves receded, Weena's whole body was seen to be covered with a faint light shield, blocking out the lake water.
Then, one huge wave after another surged up very rhythmically, like a never-ending tide. Amidst the waves and undercurrents that hit each other, *** endured hardship, but Wella, protected by the light shield, was safe and sound.
The blackness in the lake had already dispersed. Her mouth was slightly open, the silver light in her eyes was fluctuating violently, and an astonishing high heat was radiating from her body. From time to time, a large cloud of golden mist will spray out from the lake!
A victorious smile appeared on the corner of Wella's mouth, so she might as well give up her resistance! Being able to experience the advent experience in advance is a precious opportunity that I have never had before! If we can find a suitable body, we can completely break away from the shackles of this abandoned place and descend into that world again. "
She smiled and said: "Although you want me to sleep forever, we are born from the same source after all. As long as you obey me from now on, I will not destroy you. Moreover, I will also bring out the light in you." Angel fighting instinct, then you can use my abilities. For example, the 'Guardian of the Angel of Light' that I use now. This is a nearly perfect defensive ability! After you have finished experiencing this 'Advent', You will have feelings, and your will will no longer be indestructible. At that time, it will not be difficult for me to erase your existence. You can't beat me, ***, give up."
Maura was sweating profusely at this moment, but her eyes were still staring straight into Rogge's eyes. The look in his eyes was not only provocative, but provocative.
Rogge snorted. With the special ability of this monster body, he still didn't believe that he could not deal with this Mora who made people gnash their teeth with hatred. He began to concentrate his mental power on his lower body, and the murderous weapon of **Mora was slowly getting bigger.
Mora's expression suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but hold on to Rogge tightly, and exclaimed in shock: "How...how could this happen!"
Rogge smiled and realized he regretted it? late! "
The golden lake water surged crazily, and Wella smiled proudly.
Under the water, the body's struggle gradually became weak, and the slender fingers of the right hand were still trying to reach forward, but it was no longer possible to touch Weina's hand, which was only an inch away. The silver light in her eyes began to fade, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something to Wella.
Wei Na leaned forward slightly and said with a smile: "Are you willing to hand over the origin of God?"
***The little mouth suddenly opened, and a small light black light ball flew out like lightning and hit Wella's protective light shield! This black ball of light seemed to be alive, with a faint ink color instantly filling the entire protective light shield. Before Wella could react, the entire protective light shield suddenly disappeared!
"Erosion! How could you use this..." Before Wella could finish her exclamation, a huge wave drowned her subsequent words.
The power of this wave was extremely huge, and Wella's body immediately sank slightly!
"You too... come down!" ***'s eyes were filled with silver light, and his right hand clasped Weina's throat like lightning, dragging her into the lake...
Maura, who was still unruly just now, has lost all her arrogance now and is pleading. But Rogge was so high-spirited that he completely ignored Mora's pleas, and just kept conquering and conquering.
Rogge's spirit suddenly became blurry. In his eyes, Mora's beautiful figure became blurred, as if there were three images overlapping each other.
He shook his head, and the illusion disappeared again.
"The natural charm is indeed powerful. It can actually make me hallucinate." The fat man thought, and his strength increased a bit.
In the golden lake, both Wella and *** were weak, but still struggling to fight. Wella tried to rush out of the lake several times, but she couldn't get rid of the right hand that grabbed her throat, and she was pulled back under the water.
Undercurrents came and went, and their spirits and wills were constantly swaying.
"Wella!... Release the restraints... Let's go up together!" ***'s stern words were intermittent, sounding like he was begging for something.
"***..." Wella's tone also became very strange. In order to protect him... she would even risk her own destruction... "
A strong undercurrent interrupted Wella's words. They all couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"The same goes for me... In order not to fall into the endless sleep of Na, the Audreyh of Heaven is willing to bear everything!!"
Wei Na suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed ***'s throat, leading her straight to the deepest part of the Golden Lake... (Full novel website www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)