The sea of red in the sky has gone with the wind, and the figure of the policeman has also disappeared into the vast distance. WWW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.COM In the wasteland, only Macbeth stood there blankly, looking up at the once red sky.
At that moment, the youthful red ocean became the focus of the entire world!
Augustus, who stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sighed for a long time and retracted his gaze from the clouds in the sky. He looked back and saw that the old Pope was leaning on his chair, his eyes half-open and half-closed, dozing off, as if he might fall asleep at any time.
In the far north, in a small courtyard in the corner of the Imperial Palace, the old manager slowly closed the window, keeping out the cold wind of early winter.
Whether it was the center or the edge of the continent, those eyes that stared at the red ocean across time and space were withdrawn one by one. They either sighed, shook their heads, or looked thoughtful.
"Snapped!"
A delicate hand suddenly appeared in front of Rogge and closed the thick magic book.
"Damn fat man! You've been reading this crappy magic book for three days, why haven't you finished it yet? Isn't there a seventh-level magic written in it? You've been studying it for so long, you should have learned it, right?" Androni sat down. On the table in front of Rogge, he stared at Rogge and said.
Today she changed into the common clothes of aristocratic young men. The shirt was a solemn and noble black. The timeless high collar and ruffled sleeves were decorated with Arna's famous handmade lace. The tight trousers of the same color did not have any frills. , just the right fit, outlining the strong yet soft and graceful lines of her legs. The only thing that reflects her old preference is a sapphire brooch on her chest.
This classic aristocratic dress exudes fatal charm mixed with elegance and femininity on Androni. Especially under the overlapping black lace on the neck, the slender neck, delicate collarbones and a touch of fair skin are looming. The strong contrast between black and white creates a dazzling visual effect.
The fat man's eyes shone as he stared at the large piece of snow-white skin with faint curves exposed between the collars, admiring him endlessly.
"Annie, you really should change your clothes. However, such cheap clothes look so good on you. It doesn't matter whether the clothes look good or not. What matters is that the person wearing the clothes looks good!" Rogge said. In admiration, his eyes wandered all the way down from the neckline, turning along the peaks and valleys that created a charming rhythm with the rhythm of breathing, reaching the plump shoulders that cannot be increased or decreased by half an inch, and finally followed the elegant jade arms to see the man holding the magic book. On the long fingers.
Only then did he remember Androni's question, so he replied: "I am learning the orthodox way of casting magic. I started with first-level magic, and then I saw fifth-level magic."
Androni frowned and said: "Damn fat man, aren't you already able to instantaneous fourth-level magic? Do you still need to read such a cheap magic book? It would be enough to read the notes of some great magician."
Rogge hesitated for a moment, and finally said seriously: "Annie, there is no shortcut to the growth of power, and the same is true in the magical world. In the past, it was because it was too easy for me to cast magic, so the foundation I laid was not good. I will not relearn the most basic and orthodox magic. Casting. I cannot truly understand the mysteries of the magic world. These casting methods are the result of the hard work and wisdom of magicians of all ages. Even if I am the greatest genius in the history of magic, I cannot possibly compare to the collective of so many magicians from previous generations. Wisdom. Besides, I am not a genius. I am able to achieve what I have today only because I have opportunities that others have not encountered. If I have a special opportunity and achieve a little success and regard myself as a genius, then I am I’m a real idiot. That’s why I decided to make up for these basic things. Only then can I go further.”
Androni looked at Rogge, he was quite self-aware! However, you stay in this small building every day, never go to the legion headquarters, and completely ignore the military affairs of the Tide Legion. Is this okay? Don't you just want to fight back to the south? Are you just watching those guys in Wallace do whatever they want? "
Rogge chuckled. They were playing pretty well even when I wasn't here. If I didn't interfere, things wouldn't be much worse. Before finding out the situation, I might as well let them do whatever they want. Anyway, the real power is in my hands. What should I be afraid of? If they wanted to rebel, they would have done so long ago and would not have watched Frederick commit suicide. I will wait patiently and wait for Wallace and others to make mistakes. Besides, now that Pompey is here, I don’t have to worry about fighting back to the south. It would be best if he could fight all the way to the south. "
Androni frowned and was not interested in hearing about your fight for power. Well, I am a very kind person, and now I will help you test the results of your magic learning. Please accompany me for a walk outside the city to see the scenery. "
Of course Rogge understood what she meant by looking at the scenery, so he smiled and said: "It's okay to take a walk, but if you lose this time, what are you going to lose to me?"
Androni was furious and immediately said: "If I lose again, she was about to put down her cruel words, but suddenly she felt a little weak in her heart.
The fat man smiled mischievously and said, "Just let me handle it?"
Androni's face turned red and white, she clenched her teeth and frowned unconsciously, but she couldn't say these harsh words no matter what. No matter what, a Saint swordsman like her should never be afraid of Rogge, not to mention that she still has the artifact Biluo Xingkong in her hand? Not to mention that Rogge could only use seventh-level magic. Even if he successfully cast an eighth-level magic and touched the door of the Grand Mage, he should have lost more than he won against Androni. But Androni just didn't have the courage to make a serious bet with Rogge. She wasn't afraid of Rogge's power, she was just afraid of Rogge's endless and inexplicable tricks. If you lose to a fat man, you will never feel convinced, you will only feel endless depression.
"Stop talking nonsense and come with me!" Androni bit her lower lip, lifted the fat man out from behind the table, and jumped out of the window.
Outside the city of Schild, there is still a wilderness of thousands of miles, and the endless red land has been silent since ancient times.
The wind today was surprisingly not as strong as usual. Like a lazy shepherd boy, he occasionally wields his whip and drives a little light dust close to the ground to create several vortexes. The air is rarely clean and the field of vision becomes wider.
It was sunset. The sun has regained its brilliance as it dominates the earth during the day, and the crimson sunset replaces the warm golden glow as the main color of the sky. The wasteland is also an equally heavy work. It seems as if it has carried the sorrow of all the dead souls in the century-old war. There is no one inhabited as far as the eye can see, only the last ray of golden light that has not yet faded lingers on the city walls, towers, red soil, and vegetation, becoming the only vivid color in this monotonous crimson world.
A figure flew across the sky like a comet, and Androni held the fat man in one hand while running across the wasteland. If she touches her toes slightly, she will slide out more than ten meters. Although she can already fly through the air with her own power. But that consumes too much fighting energy and cannot support long-distance flight at all.
From the perspective of long-distance flight, holy flight cannot be compared with the magician's flying technique. However, the instantaneous speed and agility of magical flight are not as good as the flight of holy power, so it is far less powerful in close combat. Compared to Sanctuary Flight.
"Annie, you haven't said what you are going to lose to me?" The fat man enjoyed the free journey peacefully, but still did not forget to ask for the bet.
Even if I agree to you now, won't I regret it? "As soon as Androni finished speaking, her face turned red. She really couldn't understand why such rogue words came out of her mouth like this
Rogge chuckled and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed. Androni also felt something strange. She stretched out her hand and held up a light blue shield in front of her. Her body was frozen in place in an instant!
A brilliant golden light shone in the sky, as if the dimmed red sun was once again glorious.
The ground in front of the two people suddenly bulged upward. Then amidst the huge roar, earth and rocks flew, and pillars of smoke rose into the sky.
Androni looked solemn and pulled out the Blue Starry Sky with her backhand. Rogge was not idle either, and immediately began to busy himself with various auxiliary magics.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, a deep trench more than ten meters long and nearly one meter deep appeared on the ground in front of the two people, just like the mark left by the giant sword of the god on the ground. In the air behind the sword mark, there stood a middle-aged man with a long shawl and a strange and majestic face.
Although this middle-aged man only wore an ordinary robe, looking at the light armor formed by the endless flowing golden light on his body, the pair of white wings raised and stretched behind him, and the majestic aura that appeared on the outside, Rogge only felt that Somewhat bitter.
Under the white wings, Rogge seemed to see the shadow of another pair of wings. He originally thought that his eyes were a little blurry due to the overwhelming power of the other party. But when he looked intently, he finally confirmed that this middle-aged man indeed had a pair of wings! Perhaps it was because he had not increased enough strength for the time being, or perhaps because the middle-aged man deliberately concealed his strength, so the wings did not appear, but this could not be hidden from the fat man's eyes.
The man is armed with a flaming giant sword. Rogge was no stranger to the blazing flame attached to the sword. It was the flame of heaven!
The sacred aura coming out of the opponent's body is not very powerful, but the pressure contained in it is as vast as the sea!
The middle-aged man only glanced at Androni, and his eyes fell directly on Rogge. His voice was cold: "Roger?"
Rogge nodded, and then asked tentatively: "Are you..."
The middle-aged man said coldly: "My name is Macbeth! You dirty necromancer, please surrender honestly. Do you still need me to take action?"
Androni took a deep breath and a little blue light lit up from the blue starry sky. It quickly exploded into a sky full of stardust and fell down, protecting her whole body. She shouted: "Who are you? Is it that easy to want us to surrender?"
Macbeth's pupils have turned golden, and he looks at Androni, the young woman, you are very beautiful. Although I am not as obsessed with the study of aesthetics as MGM, I am very kind, so I am also unwilling to destroy the existence of beauty. I will teach you a lesson. After seeing the majesty of heaven, I hope you will not be stupid enough to offend me again. "
Macbeth holds his sword in both hands, looks up to the sky, and begins to whisper a prayer.
Rogge stood still obediently, but secretly listened to Macbeth's prayer. But what he secretly hated was. Macbeth prays in a language he does not understand at all. I just don’t know if the old fox Xius understands the language of heaven. It seems that it will be necessary to learn the language of heaven in the future.
Androni was not as relaxed as Rogge. At this moment, Macbeth's full attention is on her, and every word and sentence of his prayer is like a very loud bell, knocking heavily on her soul!
With each prayer completed, Macbeth's power increases!
The flames on the burning sword were almost transparent. The space around Macbeth was slightly distorted, and tiny gravels on the ground floated up like orphans abandoned by gravity!
Androni shouted loudly and gathered all her strength. Flying towards Macbeth like a blue shooting star! But Macbeth has been surrounded by a protective barrier made of heavenly flames. Her Starry Sky Fighting Qi is sinister and vicious, and in terms of power, it is definitely ranked among the top among the various attributes of Fighting Qi. However, for the pure Heavenly Holy Flame, the power of Starry Sky Fighting Qi cannot be exerted at all. As for her divine attributes, how could it be compared with the pure celestial flames
Androni stabbed dozens of swords in an instant, and Macbeth's celestial holy flame protective barrier was shaken by her crazy attacks, but it did not fall.
She gasped. Just as he was about to use his strength to strike the Holy Flame Barrier with all his strength, Macbeth's eyes suddenly opened!
An indescribable powerful force began to gather in Macbeth. This force was so powerful that the space of tens of meters around Macbeth could not withstand the unparalleled gravity of the force field and became extremely unstable. The various scenes seen through the force field are sometimes elongated and sometimes flattened, like projections of some crazy alien world.
Androni's chestnut hair flew upward uncontrollably, and she was horrified. Lightning back!
Macbeth slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Androni.
Lead clouds flying from nowhere in the sky gathered and surged, eventually forming a huge cloud vortex. The center of the cloud vortex turned from gray to red, then from red to white, and then a bright and thick pillar of holy flames fell from the center of the cloud, drowning Androni in an instant!
The flaming giant sword in Macbeth's hand swung another tilted cross, and two crossed flame blades several meters long appeared out of thin air, and they flew out silently. It instantly passed by the still-burning sacred flame pillar and flew dozens of meters before gradually disappearing. Only the two charred deep grooves left on the ground where the flame blades flew through can bear witness to their terrifying power.
The blazing holy flames of heaven gradually extinguished, and Androni knelt down on one knee, barely supporting her body with the starry sky. Her face was pale, all the blood was gone from her lips, and a thin line of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth. Her long hair was already curled, and there were many burn marks on her black clothes, but it seemed that she had only lost strength and suffered minor injuries under Macbeth's two terrifying attacks. This was simply a miracle.
"Dirty undead, you cast magic very quickly just now, and your magic selection was also very unique. By the standards of this world, your true strength is already close to that of a magister." Under the protection of the holy flame, Mike Bai's arrogant and majestic voice fell from the sky.
"But!" Macbeth stared at Rogge with his cold golden eyes, and his tone suddenly became serious: "With your ridiculous magic power, you actually dare to interfere in my battle. Do you really want to resist me?"
The flaming giant sword was raised high again, and Macbeth would not have the slightest pity for the ugly necromancer.
But the complexity of this world is obviously far beyond his imagination, even though he is a high-level angel with powerful power.
With a plop, Rogge fell to his knees, stretched out his hands to Macbeth in the air, and chanted with a high aria and the most sincere feelings: "Resist? How could I resist! You asked me to surrender. To this, I do want to reserve my own opinions and will not surrender! I want to submit to you, follow you, and worship you. I will become your loyal believer! Please accept my belief. In the world, I am a powerful mage with a fiery spirit. With your power and numerous followers, I will not tarnish your reputation in the world. Your majesty overlooking all living beings is illuminated by the glory of the common people. Your power, which surpasses all humble existences, must be the main god of heaven! Please tell me your name. This is A request from the humblest believer!”
Such a strange scene caught Macbeth off guard. A necromancer actually shouted that he wanted to become a believer of a high-ranking angel? But Macbeth paid more attention to other content. He replied coldly: "Humble Necromancer, I am not the main god in heaven. I am just an angel who serves the main god."
"Impossible! I have seen angels descending. How can an angel be so majestic?" Fatty said resolutely: "The Lord God should not deceive a mortal!"
Macbeth said: "Necromancer, I am indeed not the main god. The descending angels you can see are just the lowest-level angels in heaven."
His tone had become much gentler without realizing it.
yes. Macbeth has been serving in front of the Lord Fulianmei, the God of Order, for an unknown amount of time. How can those lowly ninth-level and eighth-level angels compare to him? It seems that this necromancer is not good at other things, but his eyesight and insight are not bad.
Rogge looked unbelieving. He said angrily: "Okay, I admit that I was wrong. Are you the angel of light recorded in the holy scripture..."
The fat man's senses were extremely keen. Before he could finish a sentence, he immediately sensed the murderous aura coming from the air. He immediately changed his words and said: "No! The angels of light are all arrogant guys. How can you be so kind and kind?" Are they related?"
Macbeth's expression suddenly softened a little. Although his face was hidden behind the blazing holy flame, the holy flame could not block Rogge's silver gaze, so all the changes in Macbeth's expression were caught by Rogge's eyes.
"Necromancer, tell me all you know about Odrekh!" said Macbeth.
Rogge was shocked, why is it Audreyhe again!
It seems that an invisible vortex has formed around this mysterious goddess. In a short period of time, two mysterious and powerful beings had already asked him about Audreyh. The Macbeth we met today is by no means an ordinary angel. The second pair of wings hidden behind his back can fully explain his identity. Thinking of the records about the four-winged angels in the Holy Scriptures, beads of sweat quietly broke out on Rogge's forehead.
According to the Holy Book of Angels, the glory of the four wings only belongs to the highest-ranking angel, or the messenger who serves the Lord God.
Although Macbeth did not fully display his power, the golden light falling from the sky had already made it extremely difficult for Rogge, who had the attributes of death and darkness, to resist. He did not dare to use his mental power to resist, and allowed the golden light to engulf his dark magic and undead aura, and only used his strength to protect the most vital organs in his body.
These golden radiances were obviously different from the sacred power that Rogge had been exposed to or seen before. Whether it is an advent angel like Karajan. He is still a light mage in the Church of Light, and even a strong man like Blood Angel Augustus, although the sacred power he uses has advantages against darkness and the aura of death. But the main thing is to rely on the absolute size of the force to suppress. However, although the golden light emitted by Macbeth is weak, it contains a bit of strange power. Therefore, this seemingly weak divine power is like a warm spring water, crossing the vast snowfield composed of darkness and death. Wherever the spring water passes, the ice and snow melt one after another and flow into the hot spring.
And the temperature of the spring water remains unchanged forever!
Rogge's power quickly eroded, and he felt relieved. A rock next to him suddenly glowed with dark green light, and then turned into a strange beast the size of a wolf dog! The body of this alien beast is slender and bamboo-shaped. The lower part is supported by four slender but extremely powerful long jointed legs, and the upper limbs are two extremely sharp sickles. It looks like this strange beast is like a giant mantis, except that it does not have any eyes, and it relies entirely on the induction of the power of the goddess of nature in Rogge to lock its target.
The alien beast's four legs worked together and appeared above Rogge's head as quickly as lightning, and its two knife-like forelimbs thrust hard into Rogge's back!
Rogge seemed to have exhausted his strength and had no reaction at all to this attack. Although Androni was not seriously injured as Rogge had blessed her with fire protection, her fighting spirit had been exhausted in resisting Macbeth's attack. At this time, she was helpless and could only watch the alien beast attack Rogge.
Macbeth shouted, pointed his giant sword casually, and a ball of holy flame appeared out of nowhere, burning the strange beasts in the air.
"Necromancer, why did you sin against the goddess of nature?"
"Dear Lord Macbeth, how could I be disrespectful to the goddess of nature in the heavens? This method is the conspiracy of the fallen believers of the goddess of nature..."
"Nature is not of the heavenly realm," corrected Macbeth.
Rogge was overjoyed, and he immediately told the story of how he became an enemy of the Druid, starting from when Alley seized power. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Rogge's long speech began. Macbeth listened impatiently. What's more, almost all of Rogge's information and experiences are documented in the Church of Light. Macbeth had already read through these things before this trip.
He immediately interrupted Rogge impatiently and would talk about it later! Rogge, tell me everything you know about Audreyh! "
The fat man immediately noticed that Macbeth had changed his name from Necromancer to Rogge, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. And judging from Macbeth's reaction, he obviously knew everything about his past experiences. As for the sources of information, ten out of ten are from the Church of Light. It seems that although the Church of Light is located in the south, their eyes have never ignored the largest empire in the north.
He knew it well at the moment and knew that he must not lie casually, otherwise the chance he had finally won back from the edge of life and death would be ruined in one day.
Rogge relayed everything he told Achilles that day to Macbeth.
This time Macbeth was very patient and listened to Rogge finish everything. He looked up to the sky and thought for a moment, and finally sneered on his face, thinking to himself: "Odaireh, now that the evidence is solid, let me see how you will explain it when you return to heaven!"
Macbeth suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Have you told anyone else about all this?"
Rogge thought for a moment and said with a trembling voice: "Not long ago, I met a very strange but very powerful guy who asked about Odaireh."
Macbeth's heart tightened and he immediately questioned the man's appearance carefully. Rogge only said a few words before he frowned and said slowly: "Achilles..."
Macbeth dispersed the holy flame protection around him, fell to the ground, and said: "Roger, you are very honest. It has also changed my view of the Necromancer, which is good. It's just that the Necromancer should serve the dark gods, you Why should we follow the angels in heaven instead?”
"If the weak power of the dark gods can be compared with the brilliance of the main god of heaven, Lord Macbeth, if you have a choice, who is willing to deal with damp, dark and stinky corpses every day? Today, I encountered the brilliance and even surpassed it. Lord God, you actually have a little selfishness, that is, you hope to be saved!"
"Redemption?" Macbeth raised his eyebrows and looked at the things in heaven. It seems that he knows a lot about heaven! "
Rogge replied respectfully: "In order to get rid of the cemetery and the pile of corpses as soon as possible, I have been looking for a way to heaven."
Macbeth nodded Good! You have proven your faith to me, and in my name, Macbeth, I guarantee that you will be freed from the bonds of darkness and death, and find ultimate redemption. "
To redeem a being with such low power as Rogge, there was no need to disturb Isaac at all. Any angel serving in front of him could do this trivial matter.
Rogge was overjoyed and rubbed his hands in excitement, and praises for Macbeth's glory naturally poured out. In a short period of time, Rogge successfully overturned Macbeth's prejudice against the Necromancer. According to the scriptures of the Church of Light, necromancers are dirty, evil, and smelly beings. They play with dead bodies and skeletons all day long, and their shallow wisdom is filled with sinful thoughts and has no credibility or shame at all. But Rogge, the necromancer, is obviously different. Not only does he have a soul that yearns for light, but he also has good eyesight. He can actually see the difference between Macbeth and ordinary angels. He speaks in a funny and humorous way, and every sentence sounds very interesting. of benefit. Apart from the time spent with Catherine, this afternoon was the most enjoyable since Macbeth's arrival.
Therefore, although the gap between Rogge and Macbeth's status is absolutely real, Macbeth still accepted Rogge's invitation to inspect the territory of his first follower in this world, Schild. city.
Following Rogge's advice, Macbeth, who wanted to see the true face of Shield City, gathered all his optics and flames and turned into an ordinary middle-aged man. But his majesty, which was revealed naturally without any pretense, could not be concealed.
Throughout the whole process, the pale Androni remained silent, following Rogge and Macbeth as they walked towards the city of Shild.
Rogge and Macbeth talked together, and the angel and the necromancer, who had just established a master-servant relationship, got along more and more harmoniously. It's just that Rogge's flattery occasionally makes mistakes.
"Lord Macbeth, even the lowest-ranking angels like Karajan have hundreds of followers. How could you come to the North Kingdom alone? With your status, even if the Pope doesn't accompany you personally, why should you send Augustus? It’s the worst if everyone comes, there must be at least dozens of holy churches to follow..."
Every time Rogge said something, Macbeth's face became gloomier. Fortunately, the fat man seemed to wake up to his mistake in time and immediately changed the topic to other places.
High in the sky, *** quietly watched the three people walking slowly on the wasteland. After a long time, he said lightly: "Let's go."
Gregory hurriedly flew in the direction where the angel disappeared. There was always a question in its mind: "Master, he just called you desperately. You are here, why don't you kill that angel?"
However, its intuition told it that it could only keep this issue in its mind and never say it out loud.
While Rogge introduced Macbeth to the historical origins and customs of Shield City, he led him to the headquarters of the "Tide" Legion. Rogge's journey was not easy. He kept testing Macbeth with words. Countless strategies poured out of his mind, only to be rejected one by one.
The headquarters of the "Tide" Legion is a majestic building with a total of four floors, with a rough and simple shape. The exterior wall has not been modified in any way, reflecting the true texture of the red rock, which is extremely solid. In fact, this legion headquarters itself is a small fortress. The dignified and thrilling crimson color of the outer wall, in addition to the natural color given to the rock, is also soaked in the blood of countless enemies, including of course many warriors of the Tide Legion.
Except for entering here on the first day he came to Schild City, Rogge never came here again. Because Wallace wasn't even assigned an office.
At the gate of the headquarters, a young guard stopped the three of them with a spear.
"Lord Rogge, this is an important place for the legion. You cannot enter without General Wallace's order! Please wait here for a moment and wait to inform General Wallace." The young guard said expressionlessly.
Rogge was slightly startled. He never thought that the "Tide" Legion would be so bold and rude! But the fat man had a plan in mind.
The fat man smiled and said to the guard: "Do you know who I am? Tell me."
The young guard replied sonorously: "You are Lord Roger Otalifus, the prince of the empire."
"Then why did I appear in Shield City?"
"You have been ordered to command the last three legions of the Tide Legion and command the war on the Western Front."
"So, you know very well that I am the highest commander here, why don't you let me in?" The smile on Rogge's face has disappeared.
The young guard could see that he was a little nervous. But he still replied resoundingly: "As a non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Army, according to the order within the army, I can only be responsible for General Wallace's orders."
The older-looking guard on the other side of the gate sensed something was wrong and walked up.
Rogge suddenly turned around, looked at the older guard, and said calmly: "As the highest commander on the Western Front, I have the right to execute any soldier who leaves his post on the spot. Now, go back to your post."
Under Rogge's gaze, the old guard suddenly felt a chill, as if a cold and slippery snake had crawled up his back, and the curled mustache on his lips twitched a few times. Finally returned to his post.
Rogge smiled and looked at the young guard ordering you now, let us go in. "
The guard finally realized that something was not right about the situation. Under the fat man's half-smiling gaze, his face gradually turned pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his high forehead, but he still persisted: "Only if we get Hua Hua." With General Raishe's permission..."
"Okay." Rogge interrupted with a smile and asked, "What's your name, serial number?"
The guard saluted with a military salute and said loudly: "Sergeant Wald of the Guards Regiment of the Fourth Heavy Armored Corps!"
Rogge nodded and said: "Very good, Walder, what is Article 11 of the General Provisions of the Imperial Code? Can you recite it?"
"The emperor should unconditionally carry out the orders of his superiors. Those who refuse to carry out the orders of their superiors will be severely punished in accordance with military regulations." The fine beads of sweat on Wald's forehead finally condensed into cold sweat and dripped down. He knew very well the meaning of the words "according to military regulations and severe punishment". The imperial law is harsh. As long as the word "severe punishment" is mentioned, the death penalty will most likely be imposed.
"What about Article 19?"
"Anyone who delays a fighter plane will be punished strictly according to military regulations." Wald was a little confused this time. How did he delay a fighter plane
A sudden and crisp sound of boots came from inside the door, and Rogge's beautiful adjutant Mei walked over quickly. She saluted Rogge first. Then he scolded Walder: "Go back to your post. General Wallace's order has been cancelled."
Mei turned to Rogge again, speaking respectfully. But his tone was indifferent and without any flatness: "Sir Rogge, you have not been to the legion headquarters since you took office. General Wallace did not expect you to come today, but he is already waiting for you in the office. However, Who are these two?"
Rogge looked up and down at Mei, who had a beautiful appearance, a tall figure, and a temperament as cold as an iceberg, and said calmly: "The identities of these two people are naturally important, but this is not a secret that you, a young major, can know. Lead the way. That’s fine, just in time, I also want to meet Wallace.”
A flash of anger flashed in Mei's eyes, but on the surface she still followed me with her indifferent expression that was not affected by external objects. "
"The attitude of your subordinates towards you is very disrespectful," said Macbeth.
He communicated with Rogge through mental waves, and even Androni who was following behind him couldn't intercept it, so he was not afraid of leaking any secrets at all.
Rogge replied: "Lord Macbeth, this is normal. You know the war between me and the believers of the goddess of nature, and you can definitely see how many believers of the goddess of nature are here. Unlike the noble and holy angels, the humble Most people are selfish, and they always hope to be able to control their own selfish interests, no matter whether they deserve it, whether it is real interests, or just some illusory fantasies. I have just been transferred to the highest position here. The commander has the power of life and death, but you see, these believers of the Goddess of Nature tried their best to prevent me from taking over the command, and even refused to let me enter the legion headquarters! In fact, the reason behind it is very clear! Indeed, I had a relationship with nature before The believers of the goddess have experienced war, but this is not the real reason why the soldiers here reject me. They just want to be in my current position for their own selfish interests. If their beliefs are pious, someone should have jumped out to assassinate me. Already…”
Rogge's mental fluctuations were still echoing in the air, and suddenly there was a piercing scream that ripped through the air above his head!
A crossbow arrow from a military heavy crossbow shot through the air! In the afterglow of the setting sun, the three-edged arrowhead made of hardened steel shone with a faint blue light, and the dense barbs and serrations on the edge smiled ferociously at Rogge's chest, eager for a feast of blood and flesh.
However, Rogge looked at the giant crossbow. The smile on his face never disappeared.
"Lord Macbeth! We can't let these pagans be so arrogant in front of you!..." Rogge's mental fluctuations were instantly transmitted to Macbeth's consciousness.
Macbeth raised his long eyebrows, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it casually. The crossbow bolt, which was powerful enough to pierce a heavily armored knight, suddenly appeared in his hand, completely losing the power it had when it came across the air to kill people in a hundred steps.
In Mei's horrified eyes, a cluster of transparent flames lit up in Macbeth's powerful hand, and the crossbow arrow made of pure steel quickly turned red from his hand. In the blink of an eye, the entire arrow turned from green to red, From red to white, it finally turned into hot molten steel and sprinkled on the ground!
But Macbeth's left hand, glowing with a faint flame, was still spotless.
All this happened so fast, not only Mei, but all the officers and soldiers from the gate to the main building had no reaction for a while, staring blankly at Macbeth's left hand.
An exclamation came from a tall tower in the distance!
Macbeth snorted, and golden light lit up in his eyes. Without any movement from him, a sentry in the tower screamed, and flew towards Macbeth in the air as if being grabbed by an invisible hand.
Rogge said again: "Lord Macbeth! You can't let these pagans understand your supreme power and brilliance like this. You have to slightly reduce the difficulty of your skills. And take some small measures, such as, Completely destroy the tower, the greater the momentum, the better the effect... "
Then, a flaming golden magic circle suddenly appeared at Macbeth's feet, and at the same time, a melancholy roar came from the air. Thick dark gray smoke came out from the arrow holes in the doors, windows and even all the gaps in the tower, shrouding the entire building. Then, an invisible shock wave swept through the entire legion headquarters. In a series of bangs, all the glass windows were blown to pieces!
The smoke gradually thinned and dissipated. The place turned out to be completely blank. The tower that was originally built on the corner of the castle's outer wall and was more than ten meters higher than the outer wall has been quietly annihilated. Only a few sentries who were supposed to stand in the tower on guard stood blankly on the wide outer wall. On the top of the wall, I looked around blankly, not knowing why the magnificent tower suddenly disappeared. But they were unhurt.
What does it mean to be able to destroy a tower in an instant while preserving the lives of the vulnerable human warriors inside
Amid an unpleasant creaking sound, the 1,300-year-old sterling silver wine glass in Wallace's hand was groaning and twisting. But Wallace had no idea that his most beloved wine glass had been completely destroyed. He just stood in front of the window, looking at Macbeth with a livid face, and at the murderer floating in the air and unable to move.
Wallace suddenly turned around, grabbed the adjutant next to him, lifted him up by his collar, and almost roared: "Damn it! That's Oliver! Didn't you say you had already removed Lord Frederick's body?" Have the Madam and Young Master been sent away? Why is Oliver still here!"
The adjutant was half a head shorter than Wallace. Under the officer's fury, he had to stand on tiptoes to avoid suffocation. At the same time, he also tried his best to answer the question: Young Master Lever must have secretly watched their motorcade leave. Running back. "
Wallace's beard was stretched out, and he glared angrily at the adjutant who was lifted off the ground by him. His whole body was shaking with anger. After a moment, he forced the adjutant to the ground and said word by word: "Joaquin, you'd better not play any tricks behind my back! Young Master Oliver comes back secretly? If he comes back secretly, he will steal a whole set of armor, and he will walk on Will the sentry post be issued with heavy crossbows?! I’m telling you, if anything happens to him, don’t blame me for not remembering our ten-year old relationship and making your life worse than death for the rest of your life!”
After that, Wallace went out like a gust of wind, and his huge roar quickly went down the stairs: "Guards, I'm coming out! Form up and gather to greet Mr. Rogge!"
Adjutant Joaquin stood in the empty and dark room, smiled coldly, and slowly straightened his wrinkled shirt.
After a while, everyone was sitting in the largest conference room in the legion headquarters.
The expressionless Macbeth sits in the center, while Oliver, who is trying to assassinate Rogge, floats behind him. This is a very handsome young man, with a bit of childishness on his face. A golden chain of light wraps around him, pinning him in mid-air with his hands and feet spread wide like a real entity, unable to move. He looked a little frightened, but when his eyes fell on Rogge, the fright turned into extreme anger.
The generals of the "Tide" Legion are no strangers to magic. At least they recognize the golden chains that bind Oliver, which are the shackles of sequence. It's just that this magic can only be used to bind the dead, but Macbeth can actually use it to bind ordinary humans! In the hands of Macbeth, magic has gone beyond the realm of ordinary people.
Macbeth's eyes were slightly closed, as if he didn't care about the outside world. From entering the gate to sitting here, he could clearly feel that people's secretly paying gazes had changed from contempt to respect, fear, and even reverence.
Feeling this change with his heart, Macbeth was thoughtful.
"There is no room for accommodation before the imperial regulations. The felony of assassinating the prince of the empire and the supreme commander on the front line can only be punished by death. General Wallace, you should know this better than me." Rogge said coldly.
The dozen or so generals sitting next to Wallace were in an uproar, if not for the power of Macbeth. I'm afraid someone has already rushed up.
Wallace slammed the table and yelled to the left and right: "Shut up!"
After the generals calmed down, Wallace said slowly: "Lord Rogge has led the army for many years, and he must understand the feelings of those of us who have been soldiers for a generation. To be honest, Oliver is the youngest son of Lord Frederick. In your opinion, How should this matter be handled?”
Rogge said calmly: "Everything will be carried out according to the imperial regulations. Convene a special court, decide the crime of assassination, and implement the ruling. That's it."
Wallace thought for a moment and then did what Mr. Rogge wanted. "
Di Mei, who was standing behind Rogge, suddenly interjected: "Lord Rogge, even according to the emperor's rules, we still can't completely conclude that Oliver intends to assassinate you."
Rogge raised his head and said coldly to Mei: "Here, I am the only one who has the right to interpret the imperial regulations. Major, if you continue to speak randomly without permission, then I will be charged with disrespecting the superior." You will be punished!"
Mei's face changed, she took a step back silently, and became silent.
According to imperial regulations, those who disrespect their superiors should be punished by being flogged in public. For Mei, the power of this punishment is beyond doubt.
Wallace added: "Does Lord Rogge have any other requests?"
Rogge was slightly startled. Wallace, who looked very rough, turned out not to be simple at all. He never mentioned Oliver again, and was not at all stirred up by the excitement of his generals. He refused to give himself even a little more leverage.
Rogge said: "Prepare a residence for Lord Macbeth, and I don't want to encounter any obstacles when I accompany Lord Macbeth to visit Shild City, that's all."
Wallace waved to an old general in charge of the military quarters department and ordered: "Find the best private house in the city! Whoever the owner is, tell him that the house has been requisitioned by the legion. Also, take everything in my office." Move out, it will be Mr. Rogge’s office from now on..."
Rogge shook his head and interrupted Wallace: "General, there is no need to prepare an office for me. You can fight the war on the Western Front however you want. I will not interfere for the time being. As for how the troops on both sides cooperate. , you can discuss it directly with my generals, I just want to relax."
Wallace was startled. This time, he really didn't understand what Rogge meant.
Rogge looked at Oliver and said: "As for this young and brave Mr. Oliver, no matter how special his identity is, he must go through the trial of the Imperial Special Court. General Wallace, I will put him on trial now." I'll leave it to you. But such felons must be closely guarded. I think the minimum number of guards is doubled. General, if Mr. Oliver escapes, then all the guards in the prison will be dealt with according to military regulations! As for convening a special court I think the time will be set in seven days."
The golden chains wrapped around Oliver turned into specks of light, and the invisible force field restraining him quietly disappeared. The pale Oliver slowly fell to the ground, his young face still full of hatred.
Macbeth and Androni both stood up and followed Rogge outside. As soon as Rogge reached the door, he suddenly patted his head and turned around and said: I almost forgot, Sergeant Wald who was standing guard at the door just refused to carry out my order and should be taken into custody immediately! The hanging will take place early tomorrow morning. As for the order procedures, help me draft it and send it to my residence for signature later. "
Wallace led the generals to send Rogge out of the legion headquarters. He stood outside the gate until Rogge and the three figures disappeared, then slowly turned around.
Behind him were dozens of gloomy-looking generals.
Although the afterglow of the setting sun was still caressing Schild City warmly, the generals seemed to be surrounded by darkness, and the wind whistling through the streets was particularly cold. Wallace's eyes fell on an old general with gray hair, and he asked slowly: "How many guards should we have in one of our prisons?"
"Including the warden, there should be a total of seventy-six people." The old general's voice was very dry.
"Twice the guards, that's one hundred and fifty-two people..." Wallace murmured. He suddenly raised his voice and asked, "We can find one hundred and fifty-two people who are willing to serve as Lord Frederick." Sacrificial warrior?!"
"We have 30,000 soldiers who are willing to sacrifice!" the old general cheered up and replied proudly.
"Thirty thousand?" Wallace thought slightly self-deprecatingly. He looked around and felt that the conference room and even the entire Schild City were shrouded in a huge shadow. In the sky, Macbeth's stern face seemed to be looking down at him.
"Dear Lord Macbeth, this is the despicable character of human beings who tend to follow others. Their attitude towards you actually directly reflects their evaluation of you from the bottom of their hearts. Take these believers of the goddess of nature as an example. Because they look down on me, they even Julien didn't even prepare an office for me..." Rogge was touring Macbeth in the downtown area while communicating with him through mental fluctuations.
Androni followed them silently as before.
Macbeth nodded slightly. He suddenly remembered the different attitudes that the Church of Light had towards him and Achilles from the pope down since his arrival, and he couldn't help but feel angry secretly in his heart.
He, Macbeth, is a powerful angel who has served Friamir, the god of order, for thousands of years and was given four wings of glory.
And what about Achilles? The angels of light were created by Tiratmis. They have not even entered the formal angel order. They are just fighting machines and dolls of the Lord God! And how can Tiratmis's divine personality be compared with that of Furianmir
Since coming into this world, there are only two people who truly respect and admire Macbeth before all existence.
One is Catherine. One is Roger.
Macbeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His subtle movements naturally did not escape Rogge's eyes.
Thousands of miles of wilderness, the top of a solitary mountain.
*** Sitting alone on the long handle of the death scythe, a pair of slender feet swinging back and forth. Let the surging clouds caress her skin.
Those silver eyes looked forward quietly. Under the blue sky in front, there seemed to be a pair of bright red eyes, also staring at her quietly.
The sea of clouds below him surged, and Grigory's huge body emerged, habitually flying to and stopping behind him.
"Master! I have sent Ston to Moonlight Dragon City, and Silver Dragon King Cranio agreed to treat him with the last bit of water in the dragon pool. But...she herself doesn't know whether he can be cured with such a small amount of water. Stone's injuries."
*** responded lightly, still looking at the sky in front of him quietly.
Gregory knew that his master was in a bad mood and that this was not a good opportunity to impress him, so he chose to float quietly in the sky. It looked forward boredly, following the eyes of the woman, and was immediately horrified, even the dragon scales on the back of its neck stood up!
Gregory wanted to escape on the spot, but the fear of rape in his soul was overwhelming, so he could only choose to shake in place. Under the endless fear, Gregory only felt that the eyes were darkening for a while, and his body became heavier and heavier. If it hadn't been for a purple lightning bolt suddenly hitting its head in the sky, Gregory would have died very quickly. Possibly the first sacred dragon ever to be stunned.
Not far in front of the ***, Achilles, with a bald head, black robe, and bright red eyes, was walking out of the void. With a smile that could charm thousands of creatures in the world, he raised his hands, and the words on the tips of his ten fingers were The bright red light shuttled and intertwined into a fine net, and a red cloud instantly rose in front of him.
*** was still sitting on the death scythe, staring at Achilles.
Achilles in the air danced gracefully as if he had no physical presence at all. The red clouds were pulled by him, surging and wrapping around the unrivaled graceful figure, while the silk threads stretched around in wild gyrations, like the dazzling gestures of the Alna dancer. In the bright red sky, the real dancer's hands part and close, conveying the incomprehensible rhythm. Two points of bright light bloom in the palms, turning into thousands of bright red silk threads falling from the top of the head. Like the Milky Way of blood across the night sky, it descends to the earth to praise the dancers.
Gregory suddenly felt that everything he saw was very familiar. He thought about it for a moment, and finally realized that Achilles had done exactly the same thing that day at the beginning of the decisive battle on the sea of clouds. The Achilles in front of him is just a replay of the scene that day.
Regardless of Achilles' untested strength, his fighting posture is undoubtedly a dance that enchants all living beings.
And ***, just enjoying this unique dance over and over again, unaware of the sunset and moonrise.
I don't know how long it took, until the last touch of bright red in the night sky dissipated, and then he stood in the sky and threw the death sickle into the void.
The half-asleep Gregory suddenly woke up and immediately flew behind ***. He felt that he should say something at this time, but he couldn't find a suitable flattery. When he was drowsy, he suddenly He asked worriedly: "Master, what should Master Wella do..."
*** seemed to sigh slightly.
Below the clouds, there are glaciers that will never melt. The peak of the glacier has been shaved off by the power of moving mountains and reclaiming seas, and it has been built into a huge, flat altar. In the center of the altar, there was a square coffin made of dark black unknown metal. It is decorated with intricate golden rose branches, and there are four black dragon statues on the four corners, seemingly guarding the people in the coffin.
The dragon soul war gun exuding a faint silver flame was inserted in front of the coffin. The light waves circulated in the transparent gun body, exuding a faint breath of dragon.
Around the altar, there were several two-meter-high ice demons walking around. Their terrifying claws, deadly icy breath, and sturdy bodies will become a nightmare for any adventurer. If adventurers can climb this thousand-meter steep mountain.
Wella is sleeping in a coffin.
After a moment of silence, ***'s voice was still as cold as ever: "There will be a way, let's go."
Grigori immediately woke up and said, "Where are we going?" "
"Go find some guys who are hiding." (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)