"I'm back. w_w_w.quan_ben.c_o_m"
This voice will echo in the dreams of many people tonight.
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"Damn fat man, will you fall in love with me one day?"
Froya sat in Rogge's arms, holding his neck with her hands, looking deeply into his eyes with a pair of green eyes.
"Why not?" Rogge said with a smile. At this time, the left half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and half of his face was dyed strangely red by the bright light coming from the window.
You are the weird one. "Froya put her head gently on Rogge's shoulder and sighed quietly.
The room gradually fell into silence. Rogge gently stroked her soft golden hair and stared at the bright red color that covered half of the sky outside the window. He seemed to be enjoying this rare silence, and seemed to be thinking about something.
"Fatty… "
"Um?"
"Remember... come back alive."
Rogge laughed and said, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Froya moved in his arms, placed herself in a comfortable position, and murmured: "Because he is back, so you are going to fight hard again, right?"
Rogge sighed? Now I can't hide anything from you? "
"Of course, people have heard his declaration of challenge. But I tried my best to practice plane meditation, but I can only recover the magic power of level 13. If I want to be able to help you, I really don't know what day it will be. It’s done.” Froya said softly and sweetly, as if she was telling her that she wanted to prepare a dinner for Rogge.
Rogge frowned slightly, you shouldn't be able to hear his voice. "
"I don't know either, but I did hear it."
Rogge was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "I know I am overestimating my abilities, but I have to do something. We can't just scare people to death like this."
The little goblin raised his head, looked into Rogge's eyes, and suddenly smiled and said: "Actually, why should I worry about you? Anyway, it's not for me that you are fighting for your life. Let me tell you, if you don't come back alive this time, I will." He ran away with Milo!"
The fat man was a little angry, a little moved, and a little dumbfounded.
He pinched the little goblin's breasts hard, causing her to cry out in pain, and then said: "If you have a choice, who would want to risk your life? Come with me, I will show you something. "
Froya stood up obediently. Followed Rogge all the way to Hughes' residence. The fat man was never polite to this old fox. He kicked the door open and walked in.
Just as Xiu Sifuluoya followed Rogge in, she saw the fat man suddenly turned around like a whirlwind, raised his hand and shouted. A burst of light yellow magic light flashed in the air. The underground dwarf appeared. It has been paralyzed. So he still maintained his escaping posture and fell straight from the air, hitting the ground hard with a snap.
The fat man walked to the door with a smile. I lifted the underground dwarf to something in front of me, why is it you again? "
"This is impossible! My concealment and stealth can be hidden from even the gods, how could I be discovered by you?" Gregory was still paralyzed and could not resist at all. It was frightened and frightened for a moment, and actually screamed out the doubts in its heart in dragon language.
The fat man smiled and it was true that even the gods could hide it. It's a pity that I'm not God, so you can't hide it from me. do you understand? "
How could Gregory understand
But in front of the fat man's silver eyes, Gregory suddenly felt a tremor. These eyes are so human-like. It is not afraid of what the fat man will do to it. At worst, if it reveals its true identity, its owner will definitely not embarrass it too much. What Grigori was worried about was whether the owner of the *** would also be watching the omniscience and omnipotence of the people here. As long as there was a heart, it would not be difficult to know what it had said and done. If he says something that he shouldn't say again, the *** master's current anger will be the true wrath of God.
Thinking of this, the underground dwarf trembled more and more violently. He threw all his ambitions to be the mastermind behind the advancement of history, and completely forgot all about the sinister sword skills that he had initially practiced after so much hard work. net.
The fat man laughed, raised his hand, and threw the underground dwarf far away. I will spare you one more time. "
Hughes stood in the room and watched this wonderful scene. It was not until Rogge closed the door that he smiled and said: "Master Rogge, your understanding of power is getting more and more sophisticated. It really makes me useless." It’s an eye-opener for you, old guy. I need to celebrate you properly.”
The fat man came to Hughes, grabbed the good tea he prepared for himself, drank it all, and then praised: "Good tea!"
A look of physical pain clearly flashed across Hughes's face. The corners of his mouth trembled and he asked angrily: "What's so good about it?"
"It's not clear. You won't know until you have another drink." The fat man picked up the teapot as if nothing had happened and poured himself another cup. But before the cup of tea reached his mouth, it was intercepted by a jade hand stretched out from the side.
Froya drank all the tea she grabbed without politeness, and then said: "Damn fat man, do you know what good tea is? What a waste of good things! Elder Hughes's good tea is of course the only real one like me. Only those who know how to taste tea should drink it.”
Hughes smiled bitterly. If the thickness of skin can also be divided by strength level, then the pair in front of them are at least the main god level figures.
Hughes coughed. Mr. Rogge had already tasted the tea, so I won't celebrate it for you. "
The fat man smiled and said: "Celebrate? What are you celebrating? What's there to celebrate? What I'm good at is the control of magic power, but can I compete with him in power control? Don't be ridiculous. My power control is too far behind him. , and the absolute power cannot be compared to him. Do you think I have any reason to be happy?"
Xiusi said: "Lord Rogge, the pursuit of power is quite similar to the worldly struggle for power. There is no need to rush. Compared with you before, the speed at which your power has improved has been amazing, at least as far as I know. , there are really few people who can compare with you in this aspect.”
"It's useless to compare yourself with yourself. Others won't wait for you to slowly improve your strength." Fatty smiled bitterly and said, "So I can only choose to take some risks."
Mr. Hughes, you don’t want to..."
The fat man said: "I just want to eat scrambled eggs."
"But..." Hughes finally felt the danger of hesitating. I think I have made it clear enough to you. You know, it already has its own consciousness and knows everything that happens outside. "
Rogge nodded and said: "I know this is dangerous. But, I am a man, I have to do something, right?"
Hughes sighed and led Rogge and Froya to the inner room. He waved his sleeves and sprinkled a cloud of black powder with sparkling gold stars. After a moment, a mysterious magic circle slowly appeared on the ground in the middle of the room.
This magic circle is neither exquisite nor very complicated. Those rough lines and simple but powerful magic symbols gave Rogge a feeling. This must be a very ancient and strange magic circle.
It's just that Fatty doesn't recognize any of the symbols that make up the magic circle, and the back-and-forth flow of magic power between the magic symbols is constantly changing and elusive.
Froya is also a master in the knowledge of magic circles. She looked surprised and obviously knew nothing about this magic circle.
After a while. An extremely surging magical energy suddenly spurted out from the magic array! After this wave passed, a small space door actually appeared in the room. Hughes didn't say much. He bent down and got into the space door that was shining with blue and white light.
Rogge and Froya also entered the space door. The space door suddenly lit up, spewing out a burst of thick white mist and then disappeared. The room returned to its usual appearance, with nothing unusual at all.
Behind the space door is a strange space, empty except for a simple altar in the middle. Surrounding the altar is a light gray ground, made of unknown material. This piece of ground is only tens of meters in radius, and beyond that, there is a void.
The three figures happened to appear in front of the altar. Froya looked around, her pretty face turned white, and he couldn't help but ask: "Is this a parallel space?"
Hughes nodded and said with shame: "Your Highness Froya is indeed very knowledgeable. However, I have no skills and little savings on hand, so I can only create such a simple space to put some private things in it. In fact, I have no ability and little savings. You see, I can't even build a guardrail, so you must not go outside the ground. Once you fall into the space turbulence, I'm afraid even the gods will not be able to save you. I'm ashamed, such a simple place, It is simply incomparable to your Paradise Lost.”
Froya's pretty face turned pale, she was really speechless and could only nod.
Rogge turned a blind eye to everything. Since entering here, his eyes have never left the altar for a moment.
A dense magical mist is rising from the simple altar. The mist is rich and thick. The thing floating in the center is the long-lost silver dragon egg.
Under the fumigation of the magic mist, the silver dragon egg exudes a soft and beautiful silver light, and bursts of powerful breath emit from the egg from time to time. As if sensing Rogge's arrival, the silver dragon egg kept vibrating, and a childish but angry dragon roar could be heard faintly from inside!
Rogge has used his mental power to detect and understand that under the seal of the altar magic, although the consciousness of the young dragon in the silver dragon egg has completely awakened, it is still clear and yellow under the eggshell, and is still in its most primitive state.
On this altar, the young dragon's soul seems to be imprisoned in an eternal prison. It can feel it, but it cannot break free from the shackles of fate.
The fat man took a deep breath and began to step onto the altar.
Master Rogge! You have also seen the state of the dragon egg, so give up! cried Hughes.
Froya stood there calmly, with Rogge's figure clearly reflected in her green eyes. In the midst of the blue waves, the fat man paused, then walked up to the altar firmly and stood under the dragon egg.
No movement was seen by the fat man to activate his power. His body rose strangely out of thin air and came to a place parallel to the dragon egg.
The dragon egg trembled violently. It seems to be a challenge and a demonstration.
The fat man raised his left hand, shouted suddenly, and shot into the dragon egg like lightning! The moment it broke through the shell, a clear dragon roar suddenly came out of the dragon egg, which was filled with joy!
Froya covered her face with her hands, turned around, and never dared to look at the altar again.
In the breeze that was incompatible with the harsh winter, the pope, who showed his age, was standing on the thousand-level white stone steps, looking at the distant sky. Beside him, as usual, stood the Blood Angel Augustus with a serious look on his face.
Behind the Pope and Blood Angel is a strange cathedral. Unlike other square churches of the Church of Light, this cathedral is extremely sophisticated and complex. The buildings are staggered one after another, decorated with countless angel statues, each interpreting different heavenly legends.
On the top of the church, above the angels and gods, at a height high enough to overlook the existence of countless planes, there stands a statue of a god. It is the statue of the Supreme God!
In such a cathedral, it not only surpasses all known temples in exquisiteness, but its magnificence also surpasses all temples on the continent!
The cathedral has a radius of 1,000 meters and a height of 1,000 meters. It really makes people have reason to doubt that apart from the unpredictable gods in the heavens, which race has ever had the ability to build such a cathedral that can only be built through miracles? To describe the palace
There was indeed such a race on the mainland. Thousands of years ago, a magical civilization dominated the entire continent. Strong men emerged in endlessly, and every hundred years, an empire with a great elf king with the power of a demigod was born. .
Elf Empire!
The predecessor of this palace was the Elf Great Temple, which was built by the Elf Empire with all its efforts and took hundreds of years to worship Hilo.
During the elven empire, the statues around the hall were all elven kings. Naturally, the one standing on the top of the hall was the giant statue of the elven god, Shiloh.
At this moment, with the collapse of the Elf Empire, this place has become a great temple of light dedicated to the Supreme God and the Lord Gods of Heaven. Naturally, the statues on the top of the temple have been replaced by the Supreme God.
This may be the only statue of the Supreme God that appears in a specific image on the continent.
It's just that the statue completely breaks through ordinary people's cognition. If a person looks directly at it, he will suddenly realize that no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to see the statue clearly. Looking at it, it is a blur and no details can be seen. Be clear. But when you look elsewhere, out of the corner of your eye, you will see a majestic and sacred statue on the top of the Great Temple of Light.
If the fat man stood here, he would probably be surprised again, because no matter how he peeked, he would not find anything on the top of the temple. The only way is to look directly with both eyes, but it is absolutely impossible to see the statue clearly.
It's just... I don't know what year or month Fatty had the opportunity to stand in front of the Great Temple of Light.
The great temple was built on a steep peak. Thousands of extremely high and wide white stone steps ran down the peak and directly into the dense fog. Bursts of strong holy light were like a waterfall, constantly gushing out from the great temple and rushing down the peak, washing away the dirt and filth all the way until it merged into the sea of mist at the waist of the peak.
The surroundings of the temple are filled with steaming clouds and rosy clouds. Above the temple, the sky is clear and blue.
Such a place is no longer just a scenic spot in the world, but the majesty of God is everywhere here!
The Great Temple of Light itself, as well as the vast space around it, belong to the same parallel space as Hughes's altar. It's just one that's extremely shabby, one that's magnificent beyond the limits of imagination, that's all.
Even in the gentle breeze, the Pope seemed likely to fall at any time. But he insisted on standing at the end of the long steps, as if he wanted to wait forever.
"Your Majesty, go and take a rest. I'm afraid he won't come back for a while." Augustus advised.
The pope shook his head and gasped: "It doesn't matter, just wait, he will be here soon. This time, when your Lord comes, he will shine with the great glory of the Lord God. We must wait. This is the most basic piety."
Augustus nodded and said no more.
The Pope did not wait long.
The sky in the distance suddenly lit up with a bright red, and then it was as if the bottom of the Tianchi Lake was leaking. Large areas of bright red poured out from the damage in the blue sky, and in the blink of an eye, half of the sky was dyed.
In that indescribable color, Achilles, the legendary angel of light, slowly descended from the sky.
Those pair of red eyes were so gorgeous that for a moment, the whole world lost its color in front of these two points of bright red! (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)