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Ge was startled, thought for a moment, and then replied: "The ocean means fast transportation and inexhaustible things. In a sense, the bottomless ocean with countless monsters hidden in it is also It belongs only to the realm of the gods, because our power seems so small in the face of natural tsunamis and hurricanes.”
The emperor shook his head and said, you are not a real Asrophic. Pompeii, tell me, what is the sea? "
Pompeo smiled and said: "The sea is a dream."
"Yes,! The sea is a dream." The emperor said with great enthusiasm: "The sea is a dream that every generation of Asrofic people have. At the beginning of the founding of the country, outsiders had no way of understanding the hardships in the wilderness. There was so much killing and hatred at that time It all just stems from the struggle for a water source and a little food! The dream of every northern warrior! Whether it is a tsunami, a hurricane or a monster, they are just some small obstacles in our pursuit of dreams. You see, this look The endless sea is just like the mind of our northern warriors! The sea, like the wilderness, is a domain that only belongs to warriors!"
Rogge said quickly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have finally realized the dream of a brave man that even the emperors of the empire have not been able to complete!"
At this moment, the Emperor, Pompey, Alexander, Roger and the old steward were standing on the lighthouse of Ludan Port, the largest port on the west coast of the Longines Sea, looking far into the distance.
On this day, there was no fog on the Longines Sea, so at a glance, I could see the sea and sky being the same color, seamlessly connected in the distance.
The sea breeze blows in my face. Its fierceness and power are no less powerful than the strong wind of thousands of miles of wilderness in the north. In the distant sky, there are several huge lead clouds hanging low. They are so low that it seems that they may be swept into the seabed by the huge waves below at any time. In such weather, not a single fishing boat can be seen in the sea, and even the most skilled fishermen dare not go out to fish. In fact, even huge warships would have difficulty surviving in such weather.
The Longines Sea is just an inland sea, but in such a weather that is far from the worst, the sea is already full of huge waves and undercurrents. What would it be like if it were an ocean leading to a vast and unknown world? The power of the strong human beings seems so insignificant in front of the huge force between heaven and earth.
But in the eyes of Emperor Feuerbach, he saw this vast, fierce and majestic sea scroll. Completely a beautiful sight. His eyes were blazing and wild. In his heart at this moment, there must have been countless huge imperial warships full of warriors, breaking through the wind and waves to explore the endless unknown. At this moment. Pompey, Rogge and others wisely remained silent and did not disturb the emperor.
After a long time, Feuerbach finally breathed out. Looking around, he said slowly: "The empire's dream for hundreds of years has not been realized, but has only begun in my hands."
indeed. This grand dream is just the beginning.
The four people beside Emperor Feuerbach at this moment are the core of the rule of the Asrofic Empire. As the pope of the Holy Church, the strength in Rogge's hands was no worse than that of Pompey and Alexander. He understands the strength of the empire and knows that building a fleet capable of crossing the sea from scratch will not be achieved overnight. In the past three months, although the empire swept across the entire west coast of the Longines Sea and annihilated nearly 300,000 troops from more than ten countries, it only captured a dozen small warships. Most of these warships fell into the hands of the Re Emperor team because they were parked in the port due to damage or repairs. Hundreds of large and small warships and thousands of merchant ships from various countries on the west coast have already fled into the vast sea.
The empire captured a total of thousands of craftsmen related to shipbuilding, but only a dozen masters could command the construction of large warships. Rogge learned from their mouths that it would take three years or even longer to build a giant battleship. It depends on what kind of performance the battleship wants to achieve and what kind of equipment it is equipped with. This is only the construction time, and does not include the time spent collecting the huge amounts of materials needed to build the warship.
Although the empire has strong national power, if it does not take more than five years, it will never be possible to build a fleet that has begun to take shape. Therefore, it was not enough for Feuerbach to be ambitious, he also had to be patient.
The emperor's ability to stand on the west bank of Longines Sea was not entirely free. He had depleted his elite army and was now weak in the heart of the empire. Although the dwarf empire in the west is on the verge of extinction, the monsters in the dark forests in the east have never left the forest range, and the ice ocean in the north is the land of freedom. But the Orc Empire in the central mountains to the south of the empire is a real threat. But from what Rogg saw, the Orc Empire's army was very likely to overwhelm the Empire's defense line in the south. Moreover, although the plague seeds planted on the orcs are powerful, it is still unclear how effective they will be.
Feuerbach, who was looking at the sea, suddenly turned his head and said to Rogge: "I know you also have a dream, although I don't know what it is specifically. Now the dream of the empire has begun, and you are no longer far away from your dream. But any dream has a price, you have to have a tree in your heart and don’t pay too much for an illusory dream.”
Rogge responded immediately.
But his heart was not as peaceful as it seemed. He is not far away from his dream. If there is a distance, it is a virgin forest of hundreds of kilometers. This distance would only take half a day or even less for the powerful to reach the water, but for the Empire's 100,000-strong army, it was a completely different story.
It would take at least Shuyue's efforts to carve out a thoroughfare in the forest that was large enough for the army to pass through. However, the empire has plenty of time. Before the fleet is built, it cannot be idle in the past few years to build an army of 100,000. Moreover, Emperor Feuerbach has long been interested in competing with the great empire in the south. Now passing through this forest is the territory of the Dro Empire.
The South had been Roger's dream. But now his mood has changed, and he is no longer so eager to fight back to the south. It's just that the development of the situation does not follow his will. The spatial obstacle between the two major forces of the north and the south is as unbearable as a piece of paper. Since conflict will come sooner or later, and the empire is at its peak at this moment, for Fatty, it is better to have a war sooner than later.
It's getting late.
Feuerbach waved his hand and returned to the palace, while Rogge and others also returned to their temporary residences.
It was late at night, and while Rogge was studying the scriptures of various religions, his entourage suddenly came to report that the emperor had summoned him. Although Rogge was a little surprised that the emperor summoned him at this moment, he still tidied up his appearance. Go to the emperor's residence to meet him.
When Rogge entered the Emperor's study, Feuerbach was concentrating on the huge magic map spread out in front of him. Seeing Rogge coming in, he just raised his head. Then he immersed himself in looking at the map again.
Rogge saluted the manager in the corner of the study room and waited patiently. Rogge always felt that there was a gathering darkness behind Feuerbach. That mass of darkness flows slowly. It is powerful but subtle. Although it has the power to destroy everything, its edge is not revealed.
Rogge's heart moved slightly. He had never felt such a strong dark aura on the emperor. Knowing that not long ago, he thought that the emperor was just an old man with little power. But at this moment, the darkness behind Feuerbach, like the deep sea at night, had clearly told Rogge that what he had seen in the past was completely an illusion.
Now that the emperor has clearly revealed his dark aura in front of him, is it a disaster or a blessing
But for some reason, this dark atmosphere does not seem to belong to Feuerbach. In Rogge's perception, the emperor still didn't have much power.
Rogge remained calm on the surface, but secretly he very slowly stretched out the tentacles of his mental power, probing into the surging darkness. Trying to sense the secret contained in that dark aura.
As if he felt Rogge's movements, the emperor suddenly raised his head and said calmly: "That is not my power, but the breath of the Dark God. Although the great Dark God does not care about our beliefs, inappropriate actions are still It may lead to divine punishment.”
Rogge was shocked, and his heavy clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat. He immediately withdrew his mental power and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Get up."
The emperor didn't seem to blame Rogge, and his tone was indifferent. But the calmer his tone, the more scared Rogge became. How could he dare to get up
"Get up!" The emperor repeated, and Rogge dared to stand up.
While Feuerbach seemed to be measuring the distance on the map with his hands, he said: "The complicated colors in this world are just appearances. You have just begun to see through the reality behind these colors, and occasionally you are deceived by the external appearances. It’s normal. Just as you are desperately pushing the empire to march south, you are not doing it for revenge or power as others think. And when I lead the army to march south, I am not just trying to open up territory for the empire.”
The more Rogge listened, the more frightened he became, but all he could do was keep saying yes.
The emperor finally raised his head, looked at Rogge and said, "I heard that you have tens of thousands of elves in your hands now, is that true?"
Rogge immediately said: "There are fifty-five thousand elves in total, Your Majesty."
The emperor nodded. Okay, elves are rare warriors. What's even more rare is that you can actually subdue an elf who is known for his stubbornness, arrogance and stupidity. Very good! I think you won't be able to hide this for long, so how about you organize these elves into an army and add them to your church. I will give an order to give all the elves who follow you the status of imperial citizens, so that you will have no worries. "
Rogge didn't know whether he was happy or sad about such a result. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he had no choice but to thank the emperor for his gift.
Feuerbach lowered his head again and said absentmindedly: "If a church wants to develop, it must have a sufficient number of devout believers and a clear doctrinal program. Both are indispensable. You already have many believers in the Holy Church. Yes, but the canon is far from perfect. You have a lot to do, so there is no need to delay here."
The old steward sent Rogge all the way to the palace. When he was about to reach the palace gate, he coughed a few times and said slowly: "Master Rogge, you have to make plans for the position of the prince in advance. Time is running out now."
Rogge agreed, then said goodbye to the boss and left the palace.
When he walked out of the gate of the Emperor's Palace, he was faced with a gust of night wind, and only then did Rogge feel a bone-chilling chill in his body. He sighed softly, alone. Walk quickly to your home.
Rogge was quite upset.
If you choose the sacred religious power, you must give up the secular military and political power. Emperor Feuerbach gave Rogge one and a half years. Once the time is up, Rogge must hand over his title of prince and the territory of the Duchy of Are to others. Rogge has handed over the military power of the Tide Legion, and these titles and territorial interests are more related to the prosperity and wealth of future generations. Although the emperor did not say it explicitly, under the hint of Sarawenge, Rogge knew that he could also pass on these benefits to future generations so that their descendants could enjoy his remaining shadow.
But here's the problem.
Although there were many women who slept with Rogge over the years, except for Lilith, no woman had ever given birth to a son and a half daughters for him. The fat man is cautious, and in order to give himself an extra escape route, he will never push the son Lilith gave him from behind the scenes to the front. But knowing that now, Froya, Eiffel and others showed no signs of getting bigger, really made Rogge extremely anxious.
Suddenly, the fat man had a prestigious title and a vast territory, but he couldn't find a son to inherit it!
Although Rogge was proficient in magic, he didn't know why he didn't have any new children for such a long time. Even those nobles who are completely powerless, weak and desolate should have three or five children.
The fat man smiled bitterly, he had no other choice. I just have to work harder in the future.
Although the night is deep, many people in the Holy Church are still awake.
"Being able to predict fate is far from the ultimate in prophecy. Changing the direction of fate is the purpose of prophecy." Constantine said solemnly.
Eiffel sat casually opposite him, her eyes full of tiredness, she seemed absent-minded to Constantine's teachings, and she even yawned unceremoniously.
He sighed and closed the holy book in front of him that recorded all kinds of sacred spells. The art of speaking is the most elusive sacred spell. This is not because it is complicated in itself, but because destiny is too complicated. No matter how hard we try, all we can see is only an insignificant part of the entire destiny. Based on this sight alone, it is possible for the prophet to draw the wrong conclusion. Only with the help of God's gift can we see further and see more destiny. This is why prophecy requires the caster to have devout faith. Enough has been said. Today we are going to practice with the help of magic props. Come and use prophecy to try to predict the future of this world. This picture of destiny is big enough, and you will have more chances to see a corner of it. It is what I found today. Just try it with it! "
As he spoke, Constantine pushed a huge clam shell with a diameter of one meter in front of Eiffel. The giant clam was obviously a powerful monster when he was alive, and he knew that there were still strong magic fluctuations on the clam shell at this moment. It's a pity that because of this, it was spotted by the Cardinal and turned into a prop for Constantine to teach Eiffel.
Eiffel covered her mouth and yawned again, then dragged the giant clam in front of her and murmured: "In the name of any god, present the future of the world to Effier's eyes." In front of you!"
Constantine said angrily: "How many times have I told you that you must have a pious heart when reciting incantations in order to get a response from the gods in the heavens! How can prophecy be successful if you are so insincere..."
Before he finished scolding, a strong divine light suddenly lit up on Eiffel's body. When the light dissipated, the inside of the clam shell, which was as smooth as a mirror, began to glow with a rich color like ink, and the ink color immediately condensed into a complex and gloomy symbol.
Constantine was taken aback, and when he came over to take a look, he immediately frowned. It was the mark of the devil! Let me see what kind of power it represents... Destruction. I have long said that random predictions will only lead to inexplicable results. Again. "
Eiffel sat up straighter and recited the spell seriously.
After the divine radiance flashed, the clam shell first showed a red color, and then a clear picture appeared.
In the future shown by the giant clam, the sky is filled with burning fire clouds, half of the sky is occupied by the huge sun, and the ground is filled with spraying flames and flowing magma.
Seeing this doomsday-like scene, Constantine's face became a little ugly. He tightened his eyebrows and said slowly: "You have limited power and no faith. How could you get such a clear doomsday prophecy? I know that if you are wrong, you will be very unconvinced, but this content and what the gods showed to you My future is completely different. Let’s try again and pay attention to mastering the operation of magic.”
This time, a beautiful world appeared in the giant clam, and then an extremely strong sacred light lit up in the middle. The light containing infinite power ignited the whole world!
The third prophecy is still destruction.
The clam shell had exhausted its magic power and shattered into countless small pieces with a snap. Eiffel cheered, jumped up, rushed out like the wind, and went back to her room to catch up on her sleep.
In the large room, only Constantine was staring at the broken clams on the ground, thoughtfully.
There are clouds, sunshine, wind and frost in the world, but there is only brilliance in heaven.
The temple of Tiratmis, which is nearly a thousand meters high, now has rays of substantial light scattering in all directions, which is particularly dazzling. They were so intense that hundreds of angels singing hymns could not maintain a neat formation and had to fly away to avoid these powerful holy lights that could completely steam them.
The holy light is like the tide of the sea, constantly pouring out from the temple. At this moment, the main hall of the Lord God is no longer a place where ordinary angels can stay. Only the light angels created by Tiratmis herself can stand calmly in this fire-like holy glory.
Angels have no emotions, and neither should God.
However, the laws that bind ordinary gods and angels will not be imposed on the glorious gods. The angels who were focused on avoiding the holy light and chanting didn't know whether the great Tiratmis was angry. They haven't been singing God's praises long enough to understand what things like anger are. But they knew that the Lord God's mood was not stable at this moment. This has been a very rare occurrence over the past thousand years.
In the temple, the divine body of Tiratmis, who was sitting high, could not help but emit strong holy light. It seemed that he had completely turned into a blazing sun!
In front of him, there stood two rows of angels of light with golden wings on their backs. They stood quietly in the air, seemingly with endless patience, waiting for the oracle to be sung by Tiratmis who created them.
The space in the center of the temple suddenly fluctuated like water, and then four indescribably bright pearls emerged from the space fluctuations. They surrounded each other and flew slowly in the air, but no matter how they flew, the distance between the four light beads would not change at all. The light beads formed the vertex of a void regular tetrahedron, and in the center of the regular tetrahedron, there was a small group of dazzling light flowing faintly.
The regular tetrahedron is only one meter square, which is insignificant in front of the two rows of tall and majestic light angels. Not to mention compared to Tiratmis, whose divine body is over 100 meters tall. However, all the angels of light bowed and retreated towards this tetrahedron of nothingness. Tiratmis, who was aloof, also moved her body and leaned down slightly.
The tetrahedron of nothingness flickered for a moment and appeared in front of Tiratmis, and then an indescribable invisible aura enveloped the entire temple. At this moment, the tetrahedron of nothingness suddenly had the aura of existence, it was like the one eye of an extremely huge beast. Look at everything in the world indifferently.
"Great Tiratmis, instead of ending, your troubles are expanding."
Such a message comes from the tetrahedron of nothingness. The power contained in this message was so powerful that the wings spread out behind all the Angels of Light fluttered involuntarily, like fallen leaves in a strong wind. They had to retreat some distance. Only then did he stabilize his position.
Tiratmis said: "Great Cetanistoria, nothing worse can happen."
The main god of battle, Cetanistoria, did not really appear in front of Tiratmis. This ethereal tetrahedron was just an incarnation of him. Huang Hui, who belongs to the main gods, is too strong, so when the two main gods are too close, just the mutual reflection of the holy radiance may tear the space of the heaven.
There seemed to be an invisible wave that swept across all the light angels present, and then Setannistoria said: "Great Tiratmis, there is nothing wrong with these light angels you created. However, in the outer layer Are there any differences among other light angels in plane battles?"
Tiratmis replied indifferently: "Among all the angels of light, only Audreyh and Achilleus are different."
"Why does this happen? All the actions of the light angels fighting in the outer space plane should not be hidden from your great consciousness."
Tiratmis paused this time. Then he replied: "Until the last moment, there was nothing wrong with Achilles's thoughts and actions. The deepest part of his soul was as pure as ever. In fact, I still don't know that he will bear it. Where are Ni's thoughts hidden, and how are they retrieved at the last moment? And the final result came so suddenly that even I couldn't stop it in time."
Setannistoria said: "Since you are unable to detect Achilles' betrayal with your powerful and meticulous spiritual consciousness, then other gods, including me, should also be unable to detect his betrayal." No. I have to remind you that these two light angels you created are very dangerous, so don’t make any further attempts."
At this time, a bit of bright red floated from Tiratmis's chest. The two main gods stared at this bright red light and were silent for a moment before Tiratmis said: "You have also seen that Achilles may have known that he could not resist my recall, so he erased himself at the last moment. The mark becomes the original energy existence. I have no way of knowing how he did all this."
Setannistoria seemed to think for a moment and said slowly: "Perhaps he had left his memory there before. Now it seems that although that plane is insignificant, it is troublesome enough. It seems that we should focus more of our attention there. Achilles has consumed too much source of faith in that plane, and now neither my battle angels nor your angels of light can descend in sufficient numbers. The only one The good news is that Achilles sent back the evidence of Macbeth's corruption, so that Friendmere can't accuse you for the time being. I'm about to go to the dark world, and I'm afraid I won't be able to help you more. But I will give you the Thirteenth Wisdom The angel stayed to completely resolve the troubles in that plane.”
Tiratmis said: "Indeed, the trouble in that plane cannot continue to expand. If it attracts Dismason's attention, it will be a real trouble..."
The tetrahedron of nothingness gradually became blurred, and Setannistoria's consciousness still echoed in the temple: "Dismasson only knows destruction. It would be really difficult to deal with it if he knew about it. The great Tiratmis, please pay some attention to that insignificant plane. After I return from the dark world, I hope that the order of divine power in the heavens will not change in any way."
dark.
In the absolute darkness, a little light suddenly lit up.
This light tore through the endless darkness in the blink of an eye and ignited the whole world!
Rogge groaned and sat up suddenly, only to realize that he had another nightmare. It's just that the dreams he has had lately have been very real, so real that they are indistinguishable from reality. He was sweating profusely at this moment. His eyes were red and swollen, and he couldn't help but shed tears, as if he had really been stabbed by the light in his dream.
He rubbed his eyes and regained his vision. Beside Rogge, there was a pair of shining stars staring at him.
The fat man smiled at Fei'er. It's okay, I just had a nightmare. "
He gently stroked Elfi'er's smooth skin. When his hand fell on her flat and strong belly, the fat man smiled unnaturally at Elfi'er. It seems that elves are really a race that is not good at procreating. You see, there is no intention of getting bigger here! "
Effier said: "Master God, the human race, which is famous for its strong fertility, didn't give you anything, right? Obviously this is not my fault, it must be yours too. There is an old proverb that goes like this Yes, those who are too evil will be punished by the gods and they will lose the ability to have offspring."
The fat man laughed and scolded: "Nonsense! I am Hero's envoy. If you say this about me, you are disrespectful to Hero."
Eiffel added: "You want a child so much, maybe try to find some races with more fertility. Maybe it will work. Let me think about which races have the most fertility... Goblins, dwarfs, orcs , ogres, certain demons, giant beasts, kobolds... "
There was a hint of magical power in Eiffel's clear voice. Every time she said the name of a race, the image of the female of that race would appear in Rogge's mind involuntarily, and every one of them would be in love, howling and rushing towards him.
Rogge's face became increasingly ugly. He covered Eiffel's mouth and pressed it down fiercely.
When the night passed and day came, the west coast of Longines Sea became noisy again. The sea was calm that day. Countless fishing boats set sail. No matter who the ruler becomes, simple fishermen have to make a living by fishing.
The west coast of Longines Sea has a vast territory, a large population, and very complex races and beliefs. Although the Asrofic Empire has occupied this area, it will take a long time to consolidate its rule. At this time, tens of thousands of prisoners of war, under the threat of whips and guns, were cutting down trees and building roads in the endless virgin forest day and night. Although dozens or even hundreds of prisoners of war died every day due to overwork, Emperor Feuerbach was still dissatisfied with the progress of the project. He roared at his generals and asked them to find more coolies. To open up this virgin forest.
In the process of occupation and conquest, Rogge will naturally not be idle. He instructed the clergy of the Holy Church to follow the imperial army and attack everywhere, recruiting believers along the way. Emperor Feuerbach gave the Holy Church a special privilege. All believers of the Holy Church can be treated as imperial citizens and are free from all kinds of cruel and unfair treatment that residents of occupied areas are likely to receive.
The Asrophek Empire has always been known for its cruelty and ruthlessness in treating the residents of the occupying countries. Not long ago, Rogge held high the bloody double flag when fighting in the Delaware Empire, and his practice of slaughtering every city deeply shocked the countries on the west coast of the Longines Sea. Since joining the Holy Church can give you a chance to survive, those civilians will naturally not hesitate too much. Later, even residents of the entire city joined the church.
The gods feed on faith, and this is what the third page of the Book of Hero says.
At first, Rogge didn't believe that the densely packed words only meant this. But after understanding this sentence, he suddenly understood a lot about the so-called power of faith.
In the header of the third page, as usual, there is this sentence: "The gods are not omnipotent, but Hero is still omnipotent."
Rogge knew that the hundreds of thousands of Protestants who joined the Holy Church in order to survive were not at all devout believers, and there were even many people who harbored deep hatred for the Empire. However, Fatty is not so easily deceived. The purpose of establishing the Holy Church is for the power of faith, not for the number of half-hearted believers. Therefore, Saint Mora led the Ice and Snow Mage and began to patrol city after city. Under her eyes, those believers who not only had no faith but also harbored hatred could not hide. These identified believers were handed over to the imperial team for treason.
According to the military law of the Asrophic Empire, mature men must be executed after being convicted of treason. Wives and daughters were taken as camp prostitutes, while children were sold into slavery. But here, these mature men will not be executed for the time being, but will be sent to do hard labor in the southern forests. There, the harsh environment and heavy labor will usually kill them within a month or two.
"God has shone his light on you, but you have misused it. In the presence of the all-knowing Audarekh. All lies will be like shadows in the sun, with no escape!"
In front of thousands of believers who were identified as being dishonest, Rogge said these words with dignity and dignity on his face. Then he ignored the cries, grievances or curses of the believers and waved his scepter. Thousands of wolf-like imperial troops waiting on the side immediately swarmed forward and dragged these false believers down.
Rogge was based in an unknown small city. More than 30,000 residents in the city had joined the Holy Church. However, in the grand religious ceremony that followed, these believers could not withstand the radiance of Mora's hands and were deemed dishonest. By. What Rogge is doing now is just to establish his authority as the Pope.
A month has passed since the emperor stood on the west bank of Longines Sea. During this time, the above scenario played out over and over again. The number of coolies working to clear forests and build roads in the south gradually increased from 20,000 to 150,000. But in these bloody years. The believers of the Holy Church led by Rogge developed rapidly, adding more than half a million new believers in a short period of time. over time. The number of believers joining the church is increasing.
Fatty firmly believes that there are real benefits in front of him, promises of the afterlife in the distance, and bloody swords and guns behind him. In this case, most people know what to choose. Except for a few people, ordinary people who live an ordinary life will not donate their lives for the royal family or the country. Fatty plans to recruit at least two million qualified believers on the west coast of Longines Sea.
His only regret is that among all the clergy in the church, only Mora, who possesses natural charm, can transform an ordinary believer into a devout believer in an instant. However, the Holy Church developed so fast that just to stabilize the faith of the core believers almost exhausted Mora's energy.
Rogge has long been accustomed to war and killing.
At his position, the people, believers, prisoners of war, and the dead and injured are all just numbers to a certain extent. It makes little difference whether hundreds of thousands or a million lives are lost in the flames of war. Emperor Feuerbach, who was known for his iron-bloodedness, would not take a mere million lives seriously. Alexander, who led the army, massacred millions of prisoners of all races many times during the Western Front War. Although Pompeo had less blood on his hands due to the limited size of the Poseidon Army, on the battlefield, his He can never be worse than anyone else in being cold and ruthless.
Blood has already dyed the west coast of Longines Sea red.
Whenever he has free time, Roger always likes to take a walk on the beach alone.
I just don’t know why, no matter it’s sunny or cloudy, whenever Rogge stands on the shore of Longines Beach, he often feels dazed for a moment.
On this day, Fatty was walking alone on the rugged coastline as usual. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The sky was gray, but the sea was very calm. A cool and humid sea breeze blew against his face. However, Roger suddenly felt a commotion. I was dizzy, my body swayed, and I almost fell into the sea!
Rogge had long been accustomed to this. He steadied his steps and calmed down before slowly standing up.
The place where he stands now is by no means the familiar Longines Sea.
At that moment, the ground was dark red, and the waves in the sea turned into thick blood. The sky is also red, as if it is reflected red by the earth and ocean. But looking carefully, Rogge discovered that the flowing red in the sky was actually a burning flame!
The earth is bleeding and the sky is burning!
At this time, in the distant sky, a bright light rose slowly. This scene was so familiar that Rogge immediately closed his eyes subconsciously!
A soft but hot wind gently caressed his face, followed by bursts of needle-like stinging sensations on his skin. It was the stinging sensation caused by the extremely strong light shining on his naked skin. Although Rogge had closed his eyes tightly, the strong light still penetrated his eyelids, making him dizzy!
Rogge had to turn his back, trying to avoid the too strong light. But when he turned around, his eyes were still equally dazzling. Every corner between heaven and earth seemed to be filled with blazing light.
The howling wind at this moment was already carrying a suffocating heat, and strange sounds reached Rogge's ears from time to time. Although he couldn't see it, Rogge knew that the sky, the earth, the ocean, everything was burning at this moment!
No matter how real it is, an illusion is just an illusion.
Rogge ignored the unbearable pain and forced his eyes open. Sure enough, what appeared in front of him was still the leaden sky, dark rocks, and tranquil sea.
The fat man smiled. An illusion is an illusion. It can only suppress those who are not strong-willed enough.
Suddenly, something seemed to fall in front of his eyes. Rogge reached out and took it. After a closer look, his expression immediately changed.
In the palm of his hand was a section of head that had been burned to ashes!
The sea breeze immediately swept away these pieces of almost weightless fly ash. Rogge raised his hand and touched his head, and immediately felt a wisp of burnt head on his fingertips. He only felt a chill slowly rising from the bottom of his heart.
Was what just happened an illusion, or was everything in front of me an illusion
He took a deep breath and looked around slowly.
Everything that caught Rogge's eyes seemed a little different from before. But Rogge knew that the world was no different from before. The difference was that he himself had some unexplainable changes quietly taking place in him.
Whether it is in the beautiful city of Oracle, the cold but artistic Richelieu, or the Longines coast full of gold coins, Hughes's room is always as simple, elegant and noble as ever.
While Roger was enjoying the breeze alone at the beach, Hughes got a set of exquisite tea sets from nowhere and was cooking them happily, ready to enjoy.
But at this moment, the steam rising from the hot water bottle condenses and does not disperse, which is very different from ordinary steam. In the center of this rolling mass of water vapor, a long table appeared, with six mysterious figures wearing gray robes sitting on each side of the table. One of them stood up, saluted to Hughes, and said respectfully: "Omniscient Shadow of Nothingness, this time the matter is important, so I have to disturb your peace."
His voice was extremely hoarse and had a metallic friction feel, and you could tell it was a disguised falsetto.
Why did Hughes snort? "
The mysterious man, who was all wrapped in a gray robe, said: "I just received news that this year's westbound team was ambushed in the Central Mountains. They were all trapped, and only one person escaped."
Something happened to Xius Yixing's team? ! Who could do it? "
The man said: "The man who escaped was poisoned in his wounds. He only had time to tell us that there were a large number of orcs among the attackers before he was poisoned to death."
"Another orc?" Hughes took a deep breath, stood up, walked slowly around the room a few times, and then said coldly: I know something. "
The Gray Runners on both sides of the long table all stood up, saluted to Xius, and then left.
The water vapor dispersed. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)