The ground floor of the main building is a hall with a height of more than ten meters. Crystal lamps are suspended in the air. Although there is no lighting fire, the finely cut crystals on the low-hanging tassels sometimes reflect the faint moonlight that occasionally penetrates outdoors. The light source flashed by in the hall, like souls wandering in the dark night. w w wq u a n b e nc o m At a depth of more than ten meters is a large and luxurious spiral staircase. At more than twenty steps, it is divided into two and spirals upward. The steps of the stairs were covered with velvet carpet and carefully held down with metal strips.
Rogge raised his head and glanced at his target. There was also no trace of artificial light upstairs, and the strong aura of death blended with the darkness, filling the entire second floor. It overflowed from the spiral staircase to the corner, and seemed invisible. The barrier protects the goddess walking in the world.
He smiled faintly. The eyes of the kings were not as sharp as the cemetery guards in the dragon tomb. This was something that had been known in the world of death. Roger silently jumped onto the handrail of the stairs, then slid up silently and stopped quietly at the corner. He flicked his fingers slightly, and then the figure turned into nothingness again.
A small group of dead souls suddenly appeared in the hall on the ground floor, like a directionless flying insect. Instead of floating out the door, it walked up in a zigzag shape and bumped into the crystal chandelier in mid-air. This group of dead souls suddenly seemed to sense extreme danger, trembling in the tassels, and then fluttering up and down, left and right, in a panic.
'Did that guy Elgra let another resentful soul escape? There were too many new souls today, so you can't blame him. The old lich might not be able to handle it all by himself. 'The Bone King was thinking as he walked down the stairs to destroy the dead soul running around.
Finally reached the top floor.
Rogge hesitated for a moment, weighing repeatedly between concealment and disguise, and finally made up his mind. In the blink of an eye, a graceful and noble figure emerged from the sky. Her face slowly became clear, it was Maura!
At the end of the corridor, behind the two tall and heavy oak doors, is the temple of the goddess and the end of the trip.
Maura walked silently along the corridor, and she suddenly stopped. In an unclosed room next to him, Macbeth was sitting in a chair, staring at a floating light in front of him. His face was uncertain, and he was obviously struggling with something deep in his heart.
There was no protective measure in the room, but Macbeth had no intention of escaping. His eyes only saw the floating light in front of him, and he had no reaction to the outside world.
Maura took steps and moved forward, finally arriving in front of the hall. She slowly pushed open the two heavy doors in front of her, revealing the mysterious palace inside.
All the furniture and decorations originally placed here have been removed, including the paintings, hangings and tapestries on the four walls. The main hall is now very empty, with a mysterious and beautiful coffin floating in the center. Although the angels guarding the coffin cannot see clearly their appearance, their posture of bending down and stretching out their arms is sad and beautiful.
The black Audreyh had his back to the door and was standing in front of the coffin.
'Maura, is something wrong? ’ she said coldly.
'***...' The trembling voice behind him was like a thunder that had never been seen before!
***The whole back suddenly stiffened, and he turned around like a whirlwind!
Her silver eyes were wide open and she looked at Rogge standing at the door in disbelief. Her mouth opened slightly involuntarily, as if she was about to exclaim or sigh.
Silence.
The surging holy light immediately flooded everything in the hall.
Under the night sky, a huge pillar of holy light soared into the sky from the city lord's palace! Suddenly a dragon roar came from the sky, and the sacred dragon swooped down at an incredible speed. It flew around the Holy Light Pillar twice, but could not find a way to enter the main building. Gregory deliberately went to the window of the temple to take a look, but he knew the result of doing so very clearly. Between curiosity and destruction, there is endless wandering and pain. Gregory thought about all the skills in his memory that might be useful at this moment, and his last thoughts suddenly stopped on the ultimate transfiguration.
At this moment, a dazzling sun was rising in front of Rogge. The scorching rays were like extremely sharp needles, instantly breaking through Rogge's defense and piercing through his back!
Rogge was so horrified that before he could make any reaction, the goddess' omnipresent divine light had already swallowed him up!
His eyes suddenly became so bright that he couldn't see anything, and then came darkness, a darkness that swallowed everything...
Severe stinging pain not only came from his eyes, but also from everywhere in Rogge's body. The surging sacred aura was like the roaring waves of the sea, hitting Rogg head-on with one wave after another! Faced with the power of this tsunami and landslide, several of Rogge's desperate magic shields were destroyed at almost the same speed as when they were cast.
Another huge wave surged past!
To Rogge, such a strong and pure holy aura is no different than a raging flame! His skin squeaked, and wisps of smoke even began to pour out. He fell on his back, but then struggled to stand up. Seven silver light shields quietly formed and flew around him.
The power of the sacred radiance is still increasing endlessly, and the light shield is like the snow in early spring, slowly melting in the gorgeous sunshine.
Rogge roared silently, and large balls of rich, water-like silver light poured out from his body. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a pair of silver armor. Several faint streamers protruded from the back of the armor, floating in the air. Keep dancing.
There seemed to be another soft exclamation in the violent waves, and then all the rushing energy storms rolled back. The sun that once illuminated everything released its last round of brilliance, and then dimmed silently. Go down.
The hall returned to darkness, with only the faint light emitted from the coffin soaking everything in the room.
In the air, *** and Rogge stood opposite each other.
After uttering a word, there was no more sound.
There was a sudden light in the hall, and the light armor on Rogge suddenly exploded into a meteor shower in the room, falling from mid-air, and disappeared without a trace as soon as it touched the ground. The last one to fall was Rogge's helpless body. He fell heavily on the marble floor with a dull roar.
Rogge groaned and stood up unsteadily. Before he could stand up straight, his body leaned and almost fell to the ground again. Rogge took a deep breath and struggled to stand up again, but it was more difficult than the first time.
***The silhouette disappeared and appeared next to Rogge. She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to help him, but before her forearm could be fully extended, she retracted it like lightning.
Until Rogge staggered half a step, he swayed greatly again, as if he would fall down again at any time. *** gritted his teeth slightly, and finally reached out to Rogge with his right hand. But that right hand that can penetrate everything seems to be passing through the most insurmountable obstacle in this life. Every step forward is so difficult.
No matter how long the wait is, it will eventually end.
The short distance from shoulder to fingertips seems to have gone through countless reincarnations. Her slender fingers finally stretched out unconsciously, almost touching Rogge's body. And the fingertips trembled gently like the most delicate stamen of an epiphyllum in the night wind.
Suddenly, the stamen stopped trembling, like an epiphyllum exposed to the morning light, it firmly gathered its petals and turned into a bud.
*** retracted his delicate hands, stood up straight, raised his head slightly, and restored his cold expression of pride and indifference to everything. Then, the vague figures of the Three Kings Droni and Hughes appeared at the gate of the palace.
But Rogge didn't see the scene just now. His eyes were closed tightly, and a thin line of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes. Rogge finally stood firm. He turned his head slightly and staggered toward the coffin based on his previous memories and induction.
Rogge stretched out his hand and carefully touched the coffin and the angel guarding the coffin. He was extremely patient and meticulous and didn't miss every inch. Although he couldn't see it, the hard and cold feeling on his fingertips spread all the way to the depths of his soul. The touch and the extremely familiar breath told Rogge over and over again that the angel with its wings guarding the coffin was the demon lotus.
Rogge stood up straight and asked calmly: 'How is the world of death? '
'Are you talking about the Forsaken Land? That world has been destroyed. '*** was shocked. She didn't know why she suddenly said these words in such a sacred, arrogant and indifferent voice, and she also used Wella's tone. But the words have been spoken, even if she is really a god, she cannot reverse the rushing river of time.
'Then... The character turned around and faced the crowd. His face with several lines of blood flowing through it looked very scary. Although his tightly closed eyes could no longer see anything, it still seemed that his invisible eyes were scanning everyone's souls.
'Dear kings of the world of death, why do you appear in this world? Where is *** again? Now that the world of death has been destroyed, what will be the outcome of the war between kings and where is the enemy? '
Everyone looked at each other in silence, and their eyes quietly fell on the *** standing in the air. Although the *** at this moment did not condense a terrifying energy storm, there was a sudden rise in the position where she was at this moment. There was a darkness, enough to swallow everything.
This is even more terrifying.
'No one will answer me? ' Roger broke the silence.
'When the world of death was destroyed, *** went to challenge the Heavenly Hunters alone...' The Black Warrior Emperor said slowly: 'She destroyed the Heavenly Hunters and entered eternal sleep. Before the heaven destroyed the world of death, the surviving kings came to this world together. This journey is very difficult. The fire of the most ancient wisdom uses its own body of ten thousand years as a boat to carry us to the other shore, sleeping in the coffin behind you. '
The darkness that hid the body suddenly fluctuated violently, then returned to tranquility.
'Challenge alone...' Rogge smiled coldly. They are really a group of noble kings... '
The Black Warrior Emperor was at a loss for words. After a moment, he sighed: "All we have is the power of death. Only those who can control the sacred power will not be afraid of the flaming chariots patrolling the heavens." Therefore, only *** can challenge the Heaven Patrol. '
Rogge was silent for a while and said nothing more. He turned around and walked to the coffin, touched the coffin with his hands for a moment, and then pushed it gently. The angel guarding the coffin seemed to recognize his power. He stood up slowly and spread his wings. The angel's hands held the lid of the coffin, which was nearly half a meter thick, and flew upwards.
The coffin was finally opened.
The darkness around *** that swallowed up all the light dissipated at this moment.
Her standing figure appeared in the hall again, but her back was turned to the hall door, and the strong men gathered at the door could not see her expression. In fact, even if *** turned around, they didn't expect to see anything from ***'s face.
*** has completely restored her indifference, arrogance and calmness, although there seems to be an invisible storm in the calmness.
*** waved his hand, and all the powerful men exited the hall one by one. The two heavy doors slowly closed behind them, making a muffled sound. The closed door blocked out the light and sound inside and outside the hall, as well as all the emotions of the strong men.
The strong men looked at each other and dispersed thoughtfully.
As the heavy coffin lid slowly rose, the dim blue light from the coffin slightly illuminated the hall. But Rogge no longer needs light at this moment.
Rogge put his hand into the coffin, explored it, and then touched a warm and surging body. He dipped a little bit of semen with his finger and put it on the tip of his tongue. The small drop of semen kept changing its shape on Rogge's tongue, and even moved on its own. The tip of his tongue suddenly retracted and he swallowed the drop of semen.
Rogge tasted it for a long time and asked: 'Is this the blood essence of the Ice Ocean Sea Dragon? '
The clear, cold and emotionless voice behind him answered: 'Yes. '
Rogge's voice trembled: 'So, is it possible for *** to wake up? '
'Yes. However, the blood essence of the Ice Ocean Sea Dragon could only repair her wounds, but it could not awaken her soul. '
'What will it take to awaken her soul? '
'At least one hundred thousand souls. '
Rogge snorted... You need war. '
By the standards of this world, Rogge is already a master of the soul. He knows that when a dying life is in extremely strong emotions at the moment before falling into endless darkness, it is extremely difficult for this soul to become an undead spirit. subdued by the mage. The reason is that its power is much stronger than it should be, so that it becomes extremely unstable. And war is undoubtedly the most convenient and fastest way to create souls. People who die in war, whether they die of anger, sadness, terror, or despair, have their souls strengthened by being exposed to extreme emotions.
The dark dragon statues crouching on the four corners of the coffin were used by the lich Elgra to collect and refine souls. Although I don’t know why one of the statues is surprisingly weak, if there are enough souls, this flaw can naturally be overcome. make up.
As for the casualties in the war, it was not within Rogge's consideration. Now that the Southern Expedition has begun, Rogge will never let it stop. If one day he could really station himself at the gates of Mariel, then the number of bones that paved this road of conquest would be more than a million
Rogge stretched out his hands and pressed them on the coffin. The blood essence of the Ice Ocean Dragon surged inside the coffin, and the sleeping Wella slowly floated up.
Rogge's palm trembled slightly as he touched Wella's face. He raised his head, with a slight hint of nervousness and anticipation on his face, feeling the slightest touch from the tips of his fingers, and outline her outline in detail in his mind.
Rogge moved his fingers and brushed Wella's body tenderly.
So, is that so
Rogge closed his arms slightly and held the sleeping Wella in his arms. Bits and pieces of the past and sex came to mind one by one.
At first, the tattered skeleton standing in the magic circle...
Later, it was the little skeleton who was already good at pretending to be dead... .
Then, there was the *** who stood on the chest of the Raging Rock and listened to the dying giant ask, 'Since you have got rid of the shackles of the contract and become an independent existence, why do you still listen to...'...
And the figure that resolutely throws itself towards the mountains of abyss devourers... .
When he escaped from Elgra's Dark Dragon Altar, he bravely faced the attack of the lich Elgra...
When he returned to the world of death again, what he saw was a woman who, despite despair, quietly erased the mark of her soul and faced the pursuit of seven kings alone...
There was a sharp pain in Rogge's eyes, and the blood stream rolled down again. A trace of it flowed back to the ventricle, tugging at his internal organs, as if an invisible giant hand grabbed his heart and liver in the palm of his hand, and the grief was overwhelming. Flooded his soul.
At this time, with a faint sigh, Rogge's face felt cold and soft. At some point, *** stood behind him, and gently covered Rogge's face with his delicate hands.
'I want to see **Roger's ears. Audreyh's voice had never had any emotion before. At this moment, there was suddenly something inexplicable.
But Rogge didn't understand, couldn't understand, and didn't want to understand.
Rogge nodded, and then a strange feeling penetrated through the delicate hand and into his eyes.
Although he has learned from Macbeth how to transform various powers into divine power, Rogge's physique is still dominated by the power of darkness and death. The sacred light that subconsciously moved at the beginning was too strong, and its attributes were incompatible. The damage caused to Rogge's eyes was extremely difficult to recover. Even with his regeneration ability comparable to that of a troll, he didn't know when he would be able to see the light again.
***Although her power at this time is mainly sacred power, she is also good at the realm of death and darkness. And if we talk about Rogge's understanding of strength and physique, who can compare with her
Her gentle power aroused Rogge's magic power of darkness and death one by one, and later even began to directly mobilize his mental power.
Under the nourishment of ***'s power, which is like spring rain reviving all things, Rogge's bleeding eyes began to grow, and the wounds were quickly repaired. After a burst of unbearable pain, she withdrew her left hand.
Rogge slowly opened his eyes, and the originally endless dark world finally gradually lit up. What appeared before his eyes was an extremely delicate and peerless face. The lines of the sleeping face were as soft as water, condensing into a kind of quiet beauty. The traceless tranquility of a clear spring caressing Rogge's restless soul, and the nerves that had been tense due to the pressure of the goddess also relaxed.
So that's it.
Has this kind of woman always been hidden behind the demon lotus
When did *** grow like this
It was such a woman who looked extremely delicate and weak, who brought him back from the brink of death time and time again. And he was used to relying on her to save his life in critical situations.
Rogge suddenly remembered that that day, Bone Dragon Gregory once told him that *** was extremely dissatisfied with the growth of his power and thought that he was very stupid to have been immersed in the struggle for power and forget to improve his own power. Behavior.
yes!
Rogge has never been as eager for powerful power as he is now.
Rogge took a deep look at the woman in his arms, as if he wanted to imprint her in the depths of his soul.
He stretched his hands forward and slowly placed the sleeping woman back into the dark blue blood essence in the coffin. The angel transformed from the demon lotus in the sky slowly lowered the coffin lid and protected the coffin bottle with its wings again.
Rogge was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked directly at ***. At this moment, he still couldn't see any emotional fluctuations in those silver eyes.
'Great Odelech, what is your relationship with the three kings of the world of death? '
'They are at my service until *** is awakened. '
'That means that after *** wakes up, they will no longer have your wing to protect them? ' Roger asked.
'Exactly. '
Rogge bowed deeply to her, great goddess, and you will soon gain one hundred thousand souls. '
After finishing speaking, Rogge strode towards the palace.
*** stood still and let Rogge pass by.
A wisp of breeze that came from nowhere quietly stirred up a hint of darkness in her.
The heavy palace door slowly opened and closed again. When Rogge entered the hall on the ground floor, he saw all the powerful men gathered here, seemingly waiting for him.
Rogge walked directly through the strong men. When he passed by the three kings of the death world, he stopped and his eyes swept over the three kings one by one.
Finally, Rogge said slowly: Come on, the war between kings will continue! '
He ignored the three stunned kings and walked out of the city lord's palace.
Gregory, who was floating in the air, also looked at Rogge's figure in astonishment. It instinctively felt that it had missed something important, and couldn't help but resent it. In annoyance, all the wisdom of the sacred dragon was concentrated on the ultimate transformation technique.
In the main hall on the top floor, there was deathly silence at the moment.
*** stood in the air, staring blankly at the coffin in front of him protected by the wings of the demon lotus.
'How could it be like this...' She was at a loss.
At this time, Hughes was sitting in the bell tower of the main building, looking at the endless white line of fish belly in the distance.
A new day is coming.
'How stupid...' Hughes sighed helplessly. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)