Blasphemy

Chapter 232: Under the armor

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The first day of the Silver Holy Cult's attack on the mountain ended in a disastrous failure. Among the earliest believers who arrived, there were no capable people. Most of them were woodcutters, farmers and townspeople from nearby villages and towns. They formed a team to attack with only their passion. Even though It doesn't help that there are a few warriors and traveling mages. WWW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.COM In front of the Eye of Wisdom believers who were prepared to fight and occupied the natural danger, the one-sided scene of driving sheep and attacking tigers under Zolamu City was repeated again.

On the narrow winding mountain road, the corpses of the Holy Cult believers piled up like mountains! The believers of the Eye of Wisdom even broke out of the fortifications and went down the mountain to cover up the killings. They were about to eat these more than a thousand Holy Cult believers in one go.

Fortunately, a group of believers who arrived later were the warriors and ice mages stationed at the Silver Holy Church, which was the closest to Mount Auburn. Their combat power was not the same as that of ordinary believers. The ice and snow mages tried their best to bless the faith and courage of the believers, and managed to stabilize the position that was about to collapse. Seeing that there was no advantage left, the Eye of Wisdom retreated back to the mountain.

After inspecting the terrain of Auburn Mountain, the warrior leader and ice mage decided to temporarily surround the mountain and wait for the arrival of backup. In the next few days, believers of the Silver Holy Cult gathered around Mount Auburn like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

In the past few days, the advance and retreat of the Eye of Wisdom has been entirely handled by the Mad Faith Master and a few highly respected believer leaders.

On the top of the mountain, on the temporary altar of virtue, Saint Mora has been kneeling here since the moment she climbed the mountain, praying devoutly. Her appearance is holy and refined, as if her whole body has been integrated into the praise of the goddess. A milky white halo emanated from her chest and gradually expanded to cover her whole body.

Such a miracle! The followers of the Eye of Wisdom cheered loudly and chanted the name of the goddess.

Every day that passes, the radiance of Saint Mora becomes more intense, and her holy and beautiful face cannot be looked directly at.

In the early morning of this day, Rogge discussed the final details with Hughes, said goodbye to Straw, and quietly left Richelieu with Androni, Froya, and Hughes, and met him early in the morning. The Elf Dark Side of the Moon and Tickton warriors who were already waiting outside the city met up. Head all the way north.

Not long after Rogge left, the Ice and Snow Temple suddenly shone brightly, and the melodious bells rang throughout Richelieu! Urgent messages passed through the snowflakes in the cold wind and quickly spread throughout the main churches of the Silver Holy Cult in the north of the empire. A moment later, countless clergymen rushed out of the church and scattered in all directions. He began to call out the followers of the Holy Religion from house to house and hurriedly explained something to them. In the afternoon, carriages filled with believers filed out of the city. Converging from all directions towards a little north.

In the Great Temple of Ice and Snow, the divine magician Jima kept issuing instructions one after another. She claimed that these were inherited from the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess. Although she did not explain the specific content of the oracles, all the clergy members had already felt the seriousness of the situation, because the core content of all Jima's instructions was only one thing, which required everyone to Believers of the goddess must immediately leave everything behind and rush to the northern ice field. And eliminate all enemies that hinder the progress of believers.

This is an unprecedented summons in the Holy Religion!

The unusual movements of the Holy Religion believers also alarmed the controllers of secular power. Of course, the city defense army did not prevent the congregants from leaving the city, not to mention that many of them were members of the Holy Cult. There were even devout people who responded to the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess, took leave of absence from their duties, and joined the ranks of the congregants who left the city.

However, the city defense army still reported the news to the imperial palace in time. The general responsible for the reporting task was introduced through layers of people, and the last person they met was the chief manager Sara Winger. The twilight old man sat on a leather-covered bench outside the Emperor's audience, squinting his eyes and listening to the report without saying a word. He just waved his hand to signal that the interview was over.

A huge sand table is placed in the center of the emperor's study. The topography of the entire empire and surrounding countries is concentrated on the sand table in every detail. The emperor stood beside the sand table. He was looking at Longines Sea intently. The study door opened, and the old manager slowly walked in. He coughed, and Sir Rogge and the people from the Holy Cult left the imperial capital and headed north. "

Emperor Erbaha raised his head and said with some surprise: "They started a decisive battle so soon?"

The old manager said feebly: "I heard that just after Mr. Rogge left today, the Ice and Snow Goddess issued an oracle and summoned all believers to go north."

"So, does this decisive battle really involve God?"

The old manager nodded and said: "It seems that is the case."

Emperor Feuerbach said coldly: "Two goddesses, let's fight slowly. It's best if both lose. There is no need for gods in this plane!"

The magical light in the Ice and Snow Grand Temple is extremely strong. Under the extremely strong light, the shadows of every wrinkle on old Jima's face appear even deeper! The corners of her mouth hung almost vertically on her face, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Seeing that all the instructions were quickly and safely delegated, Jima walked alone to the altar room at the back of the great temple, where the statue of the goddess was enshrined. It has been classified as an absolutely forbidden area since early morning, and no one is allowed to enter except her.

Not long after, almost all the cleaning staff working in the Ice and Snow Temple were kicked out to mobilize the believers. And Jima stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the temple that had become empty. The murderous aura in her body suddenly disappeared completely, leaving only the old age brought by the years and the helpless despair of fate.

Gemma suddenly coughed heavily, and her hoarse cough sounded like she was coughing out her internal organs. It made people worry that her seemingly weak fire of life would be extinguished in an instant.

She finally calmed down her coughing, slowly moved to the altar hall, took out a brass key with trembling hands, and opened the lock. However, the two doors made of hard silver were extremely heavy. She almost pressed her whole body against the doors to open a gap that could just allow one person to enter or exit.

Gemma entered the hall and used her remaining strength to close the door. This action almost consumed the remaining life of Jima. The wrinkles on her face became deeper and her pupils became more cloudy. Gemma leaned against the palace door, breathing heavily.

The hall echoed with bursts of strange and shrill howls, as if a woman was screaming miserably. The source of that sound turned out to be the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess behind the altar!

The beautiful face of the statue was slightly distorted, looking slightly ferocious and anxious. What was even weirder was that a blood-red tear slowly flowed from her left eye!

Gemma's hands trembled and she reached out to the statue, and she was already incoherent: Why! What is your oracle, O greatest goddess. Tell me, tell me the most devout believer! "

Although Gemma kept praying, the oracle she received from the Ice and Snow Goddess was violent and mixed, full of frantic emotions such as rage, hatred, panic and uneasiness, like the power of the gods rushing up and down between the peaks and valleys. Gemma's soul made her consciousness waver. It seems that it may leave the body at any time and turn into smoke!

Jima struggled to hold on, and her hair, which was still a little gray, slowly turned all white.

But no matter how hard she tried to distinguish. It's like listening to the cries of a young child in the middle of a storm. She knew what the Ice and Snow Goddess was talking about, but she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

Gemma suddenly heard a groan. Two streams of blood flowed from his nose, and he sat down softly on the ground. All the strength in her body had been exhausted, and her connection with the Ice and Snow Goddess was finally completely cut off by the storm surrounding the goddess. The cry of the Ice and Snow Goddess now sounds like a simple and meaningless scream.

Gemma no longer has access to the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

This is not because she is not pious enough, nor is it because the Ice and Snow Goddess is angry with her. All this is just because the unnatural storm accompanying the call of the Ice and Snow Goddess has completely covered up the voice of the Ice and Snow Goddess!

But what kind of existence is it? How can I suppress the voice of the goddess

Chill oozed from every fingertip of Gemma. She has used the magic power accumulated in the Ice and Snow Grand Temple over the years to send the last oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess to the Holy Church in the northern part of the empire. Even if the Ice and Snow Goddess comes down with a new oracle, there will be no extra magic power to spread the message throughout the empire. Such a vast place.

What's more, the Holy Cult believers who received the message at this time must have already embarked on their journey. Even if a new oracle came down, it would be too late to reach them.

Gemma looked up at the goddess statue with blood and tears, murmuring something, and a few old muddy tears fell quietly. She struggled to sit up. A dagger as red as blood and as thin as a wing fell from his sleeve. Gemma stared at the dagger for a long time, then let out a long sigh, turned her wrist and pierced the dagger into her chest!

After a while. Gemma pushed open the door of the altar hall. Her face was glowing red, she was full of energy, her eyes were extremely sharp, and every step she took was filled with wind and thunder! A temple warrior immediately greeted Master Laima. Do you have any orders? "

"Prepare a carriage! I'm going to the north!" Jima shouted.

It was extremely cold in Richelieu today, all the rivers were frozen, and the wind was howling. The streets were deserted, and no one wanted to go out in such weather.

Amidst the rumble of wheels, a carriage inlaid with the symbol of the Silver Holy Cult sped past the empty street, speeding towards the north gate. There is a luxurious hotel next to the avenue. In front of the window on the fourth floor, a handsome and noble man watched the carriage go away until it disappeared at the end of the long street. Then he sighed and put the contents in the goblet into the distance. Drink all the red wine in one gulp.

"It would be great when we can be like these human beings who can risk life and death for the same goal." He said with emotion.

"Lord Milo, your time here is too short. The human race is united, and most of the time it is to kill each other more efficiently." The tall warrior said.

Milo smiled, his smile was full of sunshine, enough to charm countless young girls. "Maybe. But if the human race can unite to kill each other, it can also unite to deal with foreign enemies. This is different from us. Even when I think of certain races, I want to kill them all, without mentioning anything. We cooperated. But I have endured it all these years, and we have been able to accomplish a few things together. Now that I think about it, it is really strange."

"This is what makes Lord Milo so good. If you only have empty power, you are not worthy of my following."

"Excellence?" Milo smiled bitterly, "If this can be regarded as excellence, my clan... then there is really no hope!"

He stared at the warrior again and said with a smile: "If my strength is not enough, no matter how many advantages I have, how can I dare to leave my back to you?"

The samurai did not continue the subject that had become a sensitive topic, and the new soul guide acted rashly. Not only was she blinded, but she also seemed to be trapped in eternal fear. I managed to calm her down, but I didn't know when her fear would strike again. What do you think about this? "

Milo pondered for a moment. Even though his skills were not very good, the old guy behind him still couldn't be despised. Please take me to see how she is doing first. "

The basement was as dark as ever, and hysterical howls could be heard from inside. Milo walked down the stairs. The faint light emanating from his body not only dispelled the darkness in the room, but even blocked out the dampness, odor and dirt. It seems that even if he is standing in a thousand-year rotten swamp, Milo can still maintain his nobility and cleanliness.

He waved his left hand lightly. An invisible force lifted the female mage from the ground and pressed her firmly against the wall. Milo lifted up the female mage's cloak and looked carefully at her face.

The lower half of the face is smooth and delicate. It was very charming, but the upper part looked like it had been burned by fire. Horrible. The muscles on her face were rolling and squirming, and it seemed that she was regenerating rapidly. The rotten flesh kept falling with the blood and water, and new flesh continued to grow. However, the newly born tender flesh would rot quickly when it came into contact with the air. Therefore, after half a day, the injuries on her face did not improve at all! The female mage seemed to be afraid of another attack. She still wanted to scream, but under the pressure of Milo's strength, she couldn't even open her mouth.

Milo reached over cautiously, and as soon as his fingertips touched the rotten flesh on her face, the fleshy sprouts suddenly exploded! A silver electric fire burst out from it and landed accurately on Milo's lightning-retracted fingers. It made a harsh crackling sound and actually penetrated Milo's flesh viciously like a small ferocious beast!

Milo's expression changed and he snapped his fingers more than ten times in an instant. A small ball of bright purple thick fog wrapped the moving silver electric fire and threw it towards the corner.

The electric fire suddenly exploded, and the basement was instantly filled with silver light! next moment. The basement turned dark again, and the silver electric fire died together with the purple mist that enveloped it.

Milo was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Did she take the initiative to provoke the other party?"

"That's right!" The warrior added insult to injury, showing no sympathy for the female mage at all.

Milo's face sank and he said coldly: "I can cure her injuries, but I can't cure her stupidity! Keeping such a useless thing would be a shame to her mentor! Just deal with her!"

After that, Milo left, and the warrior looked at the female mage in the corner of the room, cracked his knuckles, and let out a deep chuckle.

In the past thousands of years, the area around Qingshi Mountain has always been a forbidden area for powerful monsters. Even the giant dragon with unparalleled power does not dare to appear in this area easily. The spear-throwing spears of the frost-armored giants are every dragon's nightmare.

But now, Qingshi Mountain, hidden in the mist all year round, has become a ghost town!

Any existence with slightly stronger power will disappear immediately as soon as it enters the vicinity of Qingshi Mountain. Those powerful monsters have keen intuition. After several powerful companions disappeared one after another, they left their territories one after another and fled in a hurry away from Qingshi Mountain.

But Qingshi Mountain is the home of the frost-armored giants, and they are unwilling to leave their home and flee anyway. What's more, even if they wanted to escape, there was absolutely no way they could escape.

I don't know when, no matter how provocative the insidious sacred dragon was, the frost armor giants never left the camp on the top of the mountain. In just a few days, half of the hundred adult warriors had fallen, and the terrifying existence was obviously still lingering around Qingshi Mountain, waiting for an opportunity to capture the lone giant.

The Frost Armor Giant Leader has already vaguely felt the final fate of their clan. Frightened and angry, he challenged the being several times, but she ignored him. All he knew now was that with each missing giant, her power would grow stronger.

Suddenly there was a loud rumble on the top of the bluestone mountain, and for a while smoke and dust were everywhere, and rocks were flying. In the smoke, two giant warriors suddenly flew out. They shouted loudly, and the loud voice resounded throughout the Qingshi Mountain! They flew up to a height of a hundred meters, drew a curve, and fell far down the mountain.

The frost-armored giant leader witnessed all this from a distance, and his heart sank, knowing that no matter what, rescue was beyond his reach. Falling from this height, the two giants are certain to die.

But more than a dozen frost-armored giants had already rushed out of the camp and ran towards where the two giants were. The frost-armored giant leader roared and forced them to return.

But his order came too late. Amidst the vigorous roar of the dragon, the sacred dragon emerged from nowhere, grabbed a giant warrior like lightning, and then avoided all the throwing spears with amazing speed and agility. Flying high into the sky.

Suddenly there was a faint burst of thunder in the sky.

The demon lotus wrapped with dark thunder light quietly emerged, and then pulled out a faint shadow. Before the Frost Armor Giant Leader could blink, it had already flown dozens of times around the two giants who had not yet fallen to the ground!

The silver snake flew in Weina's hand, and the dragon soul battle spear had passed through the bodies of the two giants dozens of times in an instant. Each piercing would tear off a piece of their soul and strength. Through the baptism of the silver dragon soul, it flows into Weina's body.

After completing the killing, Wella stood in the air, closing her eyes and saying nothing. Let the two giant corpses that were already in shape fall heavily. After a moment, she opened her eyes. The pair of golden cross stars looked indifferently at the frost-armored giant collar on the top of the bluestone mountain. The demon lotus flashed on and off at this moment, and as the light waves circulated, tiny bursts of thunder would explode from time to time. A small cloud of thin silver mist will occasionally spray out from the tip of the Dragon Soul War Gun.

The frost armor giant leader was extremely sad and angry, but he knew that going down the mountain to challenge Weena at this time would only add more strength to her. He suddenly roared wildly, raised a boulder, and threw it at Wella with all his strength! It's just that he and Wella are thousands of meters apart at the moment. The boulder fell into the deep valley before flying halfway.

Gregory stretched his wings and slowly landed in the air behind Wella. It suddenly opened its mouth, burped, and spit out a small ball of pale white dragon breath.

It is very satisfied with its current life, as if it has returned to the best days when it followed its master in the world of death. Although luring enemies is a bit hard and dangerous at first, once the master's power increases, good times will come. Those giants that Wella looked down upon at all, no matter how fragile they were, were still too rich a meal for Grigory. Now it can deal with two frost-armored giants alone. And this is without using any dragon language magic and relying solely on physical combat.

Wella opened her mouth and spat out a cloud of white mist, then smiled coldly at the Frost Armor Giant leader. There are not many giant warriors left on Qingshi Mountain, and they cannot guard such a long defense line all the time. And once they are neglected. What you pay will be the price of your life. It won't take long before Weina can storm up the mountain.

At that time, the giants in the entire Bluestone Mountain will become part of Wella's power.

She saw that it was getting late and she had already finished her meal, so she was ready to greet Grigory to leave. At this moment, Wella's ears suddenly twitched slightly, and Gregory turned his head and looked towards the north.

"Master Wella, Master *** is summoning us, but why do I feel that she is different from before?" the sacred dragon asked with some doubts.

"She has taken another step on the road to becoming a true god, so of course you will feel different. There is nothing surprising about this." Wella said lightly, but Gregory keenly caught a hint of vagueness from it. It seems to be something human beings call sadness.

Wei Na looked at the lead-colored sky in silence, suddenly smiled softly, and thought to herself: "But ***... do you want to become a god like this? How can there be such a cheap thing! Just wait, I will find a way to smash it sooner or later. Break that cold shell of yours!”

"Master Wella! Master Wella?" Gregory called several times in succession before Wella came back to her senses.

"This side of the Frost Armor Giant..." Foreseeing that war would come with the summons of his master, Gregory suddenly felt that his ability to improve these days was still insignificant, and his wise eyes immediately turned greedily to those with palatable power on the top of the mountain. The big guys.

Wei Na looked at the top of the bluestone mountain, her rare smile had disappeared, and she said coldly: "Don't worry! We still have two days. Although there is nothing we can do in this time, at least the biggest guy can't run away. of."

So in the angry eyes of the frost armor giant leader, the figures of Weina and the sacred dragon gradually disappeared.

In the endless snowfields of the North Country, Rogge was leading more than a thousand of his men to move quickly. A few days later, the Orser Highway leading to the northernmost tip of the empire has come to an end. Ahead, there is an endless ice field. The ice field extends to the horizon, and the faint blue mountains can be seen.

Although the Dark Side of the Moon is composed of the strongest elves, and even though each elf wears special cold-proof clothing, the cold wind still makes their faces turn green. In comparison, the rough Tickton warriors were simply enjoying the wind of the north.

In open areas, vision is the most deceptive thing. The mountains that seemed to be reachable in a blink of an eye turned out to be so far away. Rogge led the army and walked for two days before reaching the intended mountain pass. At this time, on the ice field behind them, a large group of Silver Holy Cult believers had appeared, and Rogge could even see the flags raised by the believers with his eyesight.

The mountain pass is actually a long and narrow valley, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. According to the original plan, Rogge, Androni and Hughes would continue heading north, while Froya would lead all the troops to guard the mountain pass and block all followers of the Silver Holy Religion.

When they were about to part, Rogge suddenly stopped and turned back slowly.

In the cold wind, Froya, dressed in pure white, stood on the ice sheet, just like a delicate snow lotus. It seemed that if the wind was just a little bit stronger, her skin would be broken. There was a faint mist of mist in those green eyes, as if they had a thousand heartfelt wishes to express.

But she just stood there, not moving or speaking.

In the silver-white world, there were only a few slightly opened red lips, so tragically red.

Rogge suddenly ran back in big strides! He spread his arms. A blush stained Froya's cheeks. She gave up all her reserve and flew into his arms like a flying feather!

Froya hugged Rogge's waist with all her strength and buried her head in his arms.

"Live well!" Rogge whispered.

"This sentence should be returned to you. The place you went to is dangerous." Even though Rogge kissed her face gently, Froya did not raise her head. Her voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

"Wait for me to come back."

The little goblin chuckled in Rogge's arms and said in a low voice: "What are you waiting for when you come back? Marry me?"

Without waiting for Rogge to answer, she had already left the warm embrace, pushing Rogge to turn around and leave quickly! "

Rogge smiled slightly and said no more. He chanted the spell of flying and flew north with Hughes and Androni.

Froya stood on the ice, motionless, watching their figures disappear into the northern sky.

Thousands of miles of ice fields, the only remaining color at this time is the trembling vermilion (Quanben Novel Network www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)