Blasphemy

Rogge's hand gently lowered Androni's body. w ww.q ua n ben.c om Her face was peaceful, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. She looked like she was having a sweet dream.

His other hand touched the wound on Androni's chest. A bit of gray quickly dyed Rogge's fingers, as if alive. But no matter how hard it struggled, it could only stay at Rogge's fingertips and could no longer move forward. Rogge's expression was solemn, and he put his gray-stained fingertips into his mouth. After a moment, he stood up suddenly and looked at the direction in which Androni flew, his eyes turned silver!

All the furnishings in the room were trembling and groaning. They were slightly distorted, and patches of tiny cracks began to appear on the surface. The air in the room felt like it was being exposed to the scorching sun. Transpiration is visible. Only Androniru slept under the shade of the summer trees, undisturbed by the waves of tranquility in the room.

Rogge leaned over, slowly opened Androni's slender fingers, and took away the blue starry sky that she had been holding tightly. This artifact that had been with Androni for ten years now had dim stars, and only occasionally would a few star particles escape. The fat man gently licked the tip of Biluo Xingkong's sword with his tongue. The extremely sharp sword immediately pierced the tip of his tongue, and a small drop of blood oozed out.

His hand holding Biluo Xingkong had blue veins protruding from it and his knuckles were white because of too much force. Just now, he tasted a familiar smell from the sword tip in the blue sky. That's the smell of the Rocherio family blood!

Rogge strode out of the broken floor-to-ceiling window, then stood up and briefly identified the direction in the air. His figure flashed and disappeared into the southwest sky.

The moment before he stepped forward, a sudden explosion of powerful murderous intent awakened the sleepy Orsinya. The morning breeze blew in through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, gently caressing the sleeping Androni. Half of her body was still as beautiful as before. Pi's face became vaguely blurred, and pieces of debris like star sand were stirred up by the wind's fingers, and then gradually dissipated.

The wind was very soft, and seemed unable to reach her face on the other side. The sky began to become cloudy at some point, and the wind became stronger. The sweeping wind carried fine sand and gravel, constantly slapping the faces of passers-by. The wind carried With thick humidity and a bit of chill, it seems that a storm is coming this summer.

On the southwest border of the Dro Empire, David, Franco and Catherine were galloping on horseback. Because Catherine was not good at riding, she and David rode together. A few dozen kilometers ahead, there would be a A small military fortress of the Holy Alliance. Now they were in the collision zone between the two fronts. Burnt villages and bodies lying on the ground with no one to bury them could be seen everywhere along the way.

They carried a dozen fast horses and galloped without stopping along the way. When one horse fell down, they would replace it with another one, in order to escape back to the territory of the Holy Glory Alliance in the shortest possible time. At this time, they were running wildly all the way. All the horses were close to their limit, and the horses that were transferred to each other were falling to death faster and faster. Finally, after several sad neighs, the last two horses also fell on the road.

David turned to carry Catherine on his back, jumped up, and ran forward wildly, even faster than a galloping horse. He has always reserved the power of fighting just for this moment.

The fortress was finally in sight. David shouted, and the officers stationed at the fortress immediately recognized the leader of the Moon Wolf Knights and hurriedly opened the fortress door. David kept walking, and as soon as the heavy door of the fortress opened a gap to allow one person to enter or exit, he flashed in. A few minutes later, the three men and a dozen war horses ran out of the gate on the other side of the fortress. Run towards another small fortress a few kilometers away.

The fortress had just been built not long ago. It was small in area and could hold no more than a thousand troops. A tall tower stands in the center, which can cover all directions of the fortress. The commander of the small fortress watched David and his party go away before climbing back onto the tower. Although the fortress is not big, its location is important. Therefore, this commander is also a person from the Church of Light.

He frowned and looked around the fortress with a vague foreboding. He also has a common problem with other holy churches, that is, he looks down upon people outside the holy church. This was true even for a man as outstanding as David. David didn't look like he was on urgent business as he said. It looked like he was anxiously escaping from something.

He somewhat wanted to know who could make the leader of the Blue Wolf Knights under the Moon run away like this. But when he thought that this place was controlled by the Shenghui Alliance, yet David still continued to run deeper into the territory without stopping, he didn't want to know the answer.

The answer happened to appear at this moment.

A sudden gust of wind suddenly rose at the end of the horizon. In the dust, a figure was walking slowly towards the fortress. On the high tower, the fortress commander's pupils shrank. From this distance, he couldn't see the man's face clearly. Only the long sword blooming with dazzling blue light affected his nerves.

From such a distance, you can still see such brilliance. It seems that the power contained in this long sword must have reached the level of an artifact. In the fortress commander's mind, there was indeed a very famous artifact that was very similar to this sword, but he couldn't remember the name of that sword at the moment.

The alarm bells rang in the fortress, and a large number of soldiers rushed out of the houses and rushed to the top of the city following the instructions of the alarm bells. On the city wall, stiff bows were drawn, but the tips of the arrows were trembling. The two mages stationed in the fortress began to recite incantations. However, these incantations, which were usually recited correctly in dreams, were now being recited intermittently and full of errors. Crazy magical energy gathered and dispersed around the two mages, dispersed and gathered again, but no magic could be successfully cast.

The whole fortress was trembling because of the man walking out of the wind and sand. He moved forward slowly, as if he were taking a walk. However, with every step he took, the distance between him and the fortress would become a hundred meters closer!

Roger finally stood firm. Looking up at the fortress a hundred meters away. The horse hoof prints on the ground and the lingering aura in the air showed that the members of the Rocherio family who had left traces on the sword tip in the starry sky had just escaped into the fortress.

call out! A crossbow arrow was fired from the top of the city, but its accuracy was really bad, and it stuck far away on the ground behind Rogge. It was more than ten meters away from the fat man's body. The quality of this arrow is far inferior to that of the elite warriors of the Holy Glory Alliance.

The fat man who was deep in thought seemed to be awakened by this arrow. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he pointed to the ground in the starry sky and ran towards the head of the fortress!

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly!" Following a hysterical cry from the city wall, hundreds of sharp arrows rained down on Rogge. But as soon as these arrows entered within a few meters of Rogge, they would deflect slightly and miss the fat man.

At a distance of 100 meters, Rogge only took three steps, and then hit the heavy door of the fortress with his shoulder!

The earth trembled slightly! Then came the deafening roar!

Amidst the roar, the deformed gate of the fortress suddenly flew out into the city. Along with the gate, there were more than ten soldiers who were stuck behind the gate and were knocked away!

Unable to withstand the sudden impact, the fortress's head swayed several times, and then collapsed. The huge boulder fell together with dozens of soldiers, burying Rogge underneath in one fell swoop.

There was another roar, and boulders and limbs were flying. The fat man walked out with a smile. He only took a step forward and appeared in the group of fortress soldiers more than ten meters away. The fat man casually pulled a stunned soldier in front of him. The tips of their noses almost touched.

The young warrior opened his mouth, but could not scream. His panicked eyes quickly dimmed, and turned to reveal a layer of strange blue.

Bi Luo Xingkong, who had penetrated his abdomen, stirred hard again before pulling out his body. Rogge's left hand tore off the warrior's right arm that was holding the long knife, and with a backhand throw, the sharp sword sank into the chest of another warrior. Rogge walked forward leisurely, following the traces left in the air, all the way to the back of the fortress. There were hundreds of warriors surrounding him, and countless swords were stabbing at him every moment.

Punches, elbow strikes, knee strikes, clawing and tearing... At this moment, the fat man gave up all magic and martial arts, and used his primitive instinct to fight hand-to-hand with the alliance warriors! Biluo Xingkong kept slashing, stabbing, and cutting, and even smashed three heads with the hilt of the sword!

There was a slight sound of chanting in the distance, and the two mages who were lucky enough not to be standing on the top of the collapsed city finally recovered from the shock, locked Rogge's position, and began to chant the incantation. In order to defeat this terrifying enemy, they no longer cared about the powerful attack magic that would affect the lives of many surrounding warriors.

Rogge suddenly turned around and glanced at the two mages. The amber dragon eyes were shining softly under the sunlight.

The two mages suddenly felt a sharp pain in their bodies, and all the abundant magic power in their bodies burned uncontrollably. In an instant, it turned into blazing flames, igniting the two mages into two bright magic torches!

The fat man raised his head again and looked at the fortress commander who was commanding on the tower. The moment the two people's eyes met, the commander suddenly discovered that Rogge's pupils were actually silver! He was a little confused, when did his eyesight become so good that he could see the color of people's eyes clearly at such a distance

He immediately discovered that it was not that his eyesight had improved, but that Rogge was standing in front of him. The fat man's left hand was gently taking off his helmet!

The commander was shocked. He wanted to pull out the sword from his waist and use his fighting spirit to resist, but no matter how hard he tried to push his luck, the fighting spirit that had reached the fourteenth level was like a pool of stagnant water, not moving at all.

Despair flashed in the commander's eyes, and he watched helplessly as the azure long sword waved softly in front of his eyes.

With a chill in his throat, he suddenly remembered that the name of this sword was Biluo Xingkong.

The five fingers of Rogge's left hand continued to extend, broke into the commander's head, and began to forcibly extract his memory. Rogge's eyes immediately crossed the high walls of the fortress and landed in the direction where the three Davids escaped. Under his silver gaze, there was a row of hoof prints on the vast land leading into the distance, disappearing at the end of the horizon.

The next moment, Rogge's figure had disappeared from the tower, while the soldiers of the alliance below were still in a mess, looking for the terrible enemy who had disappeared among them. They didn't show up. The tall tower around me is crumbling.

Amidst the roar, the tower suddenly collapsed, and countless boulders fell with the strong wind, burying these warriors underneath.

The fat man's figure flashed and disappeared into the distance.

Time can be very long or very short. From the time he knocked open the fortress door to the moment he waved his sleeves and left, it only took a minute.

There was a fluctuation in the sky, and Adelene and Milo appeared quietly, looking at the fortress below that was littered with casualties.

"It turns out this guy is so scary when he's angry! You have to be more careful when teasing him in the future." Adelene murmured. She suddenly turned to Milo and smiled. Laughing maliciously.

"Miro, you have also seen how scary he is, right? What, are you still planning to steal his woman? Do you want to reconsider?"

Milo's face was ashen and he snorted heavily, but did not answer.

The smile on the fat man's face became more and more cheerful, and the edge of the Starry Sky Sword in his hand was still shining brightly, with no trace of blood left at all. Only the broken bones and brains stained on the hilt showed that this artifact had just carried out bloody and brutal killings. The white robe on Rogge had completely turned dark red at this moment, covered with pieces of meat and internal organs.

In a short period of time. He has swept through two fortresses and a small town like the wind, cut off the heads of five temples with his own hands, and set the bodies of twelve magicians on fire.

The fat man almost laughed out loud. Because he finally caught up with the person who had been fleeing in front of him.

In the distance, a towering huge fortress appeared on the horizon. The people Rogge was chasing had just entered the fortress, and even the gate of the fortress had not been completely closed.

It's just that this fortress is several times larger than the two fortresses Rogge passed through. Rogge knew the information about this fortress very clearly. It was an important transit station for the southwest front of the Holy Glory Alliance. Even in normal times, there would be tens of thousands of soldiers and a dozen magicians stationed there. And in a fortress of this size, he would inevitably encounter many Templars.

Roger took a deep breath. Take a big step and start running. He knew his time was running out. He was so rampant in the Holy Glory Alliance's battle line. At this moment, the alarm must have spread throughout the Holy Glory Alliance, and the strong men from the alliance should be gathering here. If we delay for a while longer, Fatty may never be able to return to Oceania.

And with his own strength, how easy would it be to break into this giant military fortress and kill people? If an ordinary templar faced the fat man alone. He may not even be able to catch a blow. But if several Templars join forces, the situation will immediately change.

Rogge knew all this, but he just didn't think about it.

The hilt of the blue starry sky sword in his hand was still gentle, as if Androni's body temperature remained. How much of her breath is contained in the dancing starry sky fighting energy

Rogge ran like the wind and his steps were like thunder. Every big step is a hundred meters away. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the fortress gate.

At this moment, the gate of the fortress has just been closed.

Roger finally laughed out loud.

He jumped up. Pounce on the fortress head that is dozens of meters high!

The head of the fortress was already densely packed with warriors in heavy armor and holding axes. Among them, there were more than ten warriors shining with the light of sacred fighting spirit. Then the magic radiance came one after another, and more than ten attack magics with long tails cut through the sky and flew towards Rogge leaping in the air!

Rogge completely turned a blind eye to the attacking magic that came like a storm. He just kept adding magic in the air and rushed towards the city!

After all the attacking magic entered an invisible range around him, they suddenly turned around and bypassed Rogge's body before continuing to fly into the vast sky along their original trajectory.

When all the magicians were shocked, Rogge's figure suddenly flashed and then disappeared.

"Be careful! Protect the mage!" A shout suddenly sounded at the top of the city, but in the end it was a little too late.

The three magicians fell to the ground in pain, their whole bodies twitching. When they open their mouths, they will spit out a mouthful of flames. The other two magicians suddenly had more than ten rays of blue light coming from their bodies, and then their bodies turned into more than a dozen pieces, which were slowly scattered on the ground. Since the wounds were all sealed by blue crystals, when the heads of the two magicians fell to the ground, they could still look at the corpses on the ground with doubtful expressions on their faces. One of them even kept opening and closing his mouth, as if What to ask.

The fat man groaned. A very heavy flail from a Templar had hit his shoulder. The flail was attached to level 16 fighting spirit. Even though he was physically strong, he still felt extremely sad. Just as compensation for suffering this blow, Rogge had already thrown himself into the arms of the holy church, and Biluo Xingkong had stabbed him in the chest and abdomen more than a dozen times in an instant!

Rogge used the body of the temple as a shield and flew towards the inner wall of the city. The azure starry sky bloomed with aquatic blue light and he waved backwards, causing a clanging sound. Rogge didn't have to look back, he was known to have severed more than a dozen weapons and several bodies.

Fatty wants to rush across the city. In his perception, the murderer had just ran past the main building of the fortress and fled to the rear. He at least wanted to see which member of the Rochelio family could be so cruel as to kill his blood relative next time!

Rogge suddenly stood at the top of the city!

The tip of a war gun trembled rapidly, making a frightening scream, and stabbed towards Rogge's throat at an unimaginable height! The man holding the gun was a middle-aged man with a majestic face. His eyes were like lightning, his hands holding the gun were as steady as rocks, and his body was covered with an earthy yellow armor made of fighting spirit.

The fat man's face became serious. No matter what, an opponent in the sanctuary cannot be looked down upon. At this moment, behind him, several Templars were leading a hundred of the most elite heavy-armed warriors to kill!

The fat man suddenly opened his mouth and blew out a stream of extremely hot air, which met the middle-aged man's war spear. As soon as the airflow touched the battle gun, the irresistible high temperature immediately melted the tip of the gun into scrap steel. The man's fighting spirit armor also exploded into several balls of silver flames, which were extremely sticky. It sticks to the fighting spirit armor and burns fiercely.

The man shouted deeply, his fighting spirit suddenly extinguished, and he extinguished the flames on his body. Instead of moving forward, he took two steps back. At this moment, his side had an absolute advantage, so the man adopted a steady and steady strategy, making sure to keep Rogge here.

It was just Rogge who had this opportunity. He was not advancing but retreating, but his speed was several times faster than that of the middle-aged man? Although he was struck several times on the back, Rogge's muscles were as strong as steel at the moment. Whether it was a sword or an ax, it only cut a few centimeters. After knocking down a Templar and several Juggernauts, he finally broke into the crowd.

Roger shouted. With a powerful stamp of his divine foot, the hard green rock where he landed suddenly created a wave that spread in all directions! Within ten meters of Rogge, both Templars and ordinary warriors suddenly felt a strong force coming from under their feet. Caught off guard, they were all shot into the air.

Silently, a long blade made of dark red shadow stretched out from the fingertips of Rogge's left hand.

This is the Blade of Mork, a magical blade that can cut through almost any armor!

The fat man's hands suddenly shined brightly! In an instant, a flower with a blue background and dark red lines bloomed at the top of the city. The delicate and tender petals seemed to be filled with ecstasy, welcoming the fragments of limbs falling from the sky and the rain of blood in the sky!

When the rain collects and the flowers fade, there is no one standing within ten meters except Rogge.

Rogge stared at the astonished middle-aged man in front of him, kicking the air hard. At this moment, the fat man suddenly felt alarmed, and his head even floated slightly.

In the tower in the distance, a magician wearing the costume of the Church of Light had just completed the spell. A holy light surrounded by faint singing fell from the sky and fell on Rogge's head. With the power of this blow alone, it can be seen that the magic power of this unknown light mage is enough to rival that of the Great Mage!

There seemed to be a gentle sigh in the air, and a magic shield quietly appeared above Rogge's head, blocking the holy blow. The magic shield and the Holy Glory held on for a moment, and then both disappeared in the violent explosion.

Another hand reached out from the void, its long and slender fingers couldn't stop moving, and several magical winds blew softly towards the light mage standing in the tower. But although the light mage's magic tactics are a bit dull, his basic skills are extremely solid. He used protective magic in a meticulous manner, and in the blink of an eye, he blocked all the winds of magic. Adelene was slightly startled. This kind of opponent has always been the type of opponent she hates the most. Although their magic power is far less than hers, it is almost impossible to defeat them in a short period of time.

The middle-aged man holding a war gun on the top of the city gave a deep shout and stepped forward slowly, approaching Rogge. The few surviving Templar warriors surrounding him also surrounded him again.

Rogge smiled coldly and mentioned the blue sky again.

Just come now. A sudden strong wind instantly circled Rogge several times, and several of the saints surrounding Rogge spurted blood and flew backwards. The heavy infantrymen, on the other hand, couldn't even spurt out blood, they just languished on the ground softly. The strong wind then blew towards the middle-aged man. Milo's figure loomed in the wind. He held a giant hammer and smashed it at the middle-aged man holding the gun!

Milo's advantage in weapons was too great, and his strength was far greater than that of the man. Therefore, as soon as the weapons of the two sides came into contact, the man's war gun immediately bent out of shape and was completely destroyed. He saw the shadow of Milo's hammer like a mountain. He smashed it down aimlessly. It was really unimaginable that he jumped directly from the top of the city.

Milo put away his giant hammer, snorted, and turned around and shouted to Rogge: "You useless guy, come with me quickly! Where is the person you want to kill? Let's move quickly and fight to the death!"

Rogge turned a deaf ear to Milo's words and just looked at the distant sky. His face became more and more solemn, and he seemed to be struggling.

Milo frowned. Dear Lord Rogge, where are you staying? If you want to stay, wait..."

Before Milo finished speaking, Rogge suddenly withdrew his gaze. He stared at Milo coldly, snorted, weren't he going to run away? I have to take the first step! "

Before Milo could answer, Rogge suddenly rose into the sky. Flying in the direction of Ohinya.

Milo's face turned livid in an instant. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the sky that Rogge had just stared at. His expression suddenly changed drastically!

In the blue sky, a tall middle-aged warrior appeared at some point. His face had already been engraved with the traces of time. His face was majestic but not sharp, and there was an obvious word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows. It seems that in the past time, he often frowned.

He looked at Rogge flying in the distance, frowned slightly, and looked at Milo again.

The moment the two sides made eye contact, Milo groaned as if he was struck by lightning. I almost fell to the ground! He suddenly understood why Rogge wanted to escape immediately.

Standing in the sky is none other than the leader of the Holy Knights, Blood Angel Augustus, who is powerful throughout the continent!

Augustus stood still, and dozens of rays of light lit up behind him. One after another, people dressed as holy knights stepped out of the void and stood behind Blood Angel.

Augustus slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and just as he was about to order, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Suddenly there was a slight scream in the void, and then dozens of magic arrows came from nowhere, pierced the air in an instant, and shot at Augustus!

The Blood Angel swung his sword slowly and quickly, calmly blocking all the magic arrows one by one. However, with every arrow he blocked, his brows would tighten even more.

At this moment, a slender hand stretched out from the void above the city, grabbed Milo by the back of the neck, and lifted him into the void. And there was a flash of light in the distant sky, and Rogge disappeared.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Hughes sighed softly, handed the Bow of the Elf King to Effier, and said a little lonely: "It's time to go back, let's go!"

Dozens of holy knights behind Augustus raised their giant shields and drew their swords. One of the knights came behind Augustus and said respectfully: "Sir Augustus, it's still too late to pursue him at this time."

Augustus looked at the direction of the magic arrow from a distance, was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head and chased after it. "

The holy knight was stunned, but seeing that Augustus had stepped into the void, he could only look into the distance in confusion, but of course he saw nothing. The holy knight shook his head and reluctantly led the holy knights away.

In the void, Weina stood there for a moment holding the dragon soul battle spear, until all the holy knights had left, and then she walked away in the space storm.

In the main building of the fortress, David, who had been standing in front of the window watching the battle, finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly coughed violently, with blood drops splattering from time to time.

Catherine walked up and wanted to pat David on the back, but he pushed him to the ground. Catherine smiled and stood up again. The left side of her face was swollen and there were five clear fingerprints on it. Client 4, Catherine, who had always been very concerned about appearance, didn't care at all at the moment and just stood aside quietly.

David's breath finally subsided. He raised his head and said coldly to Catherine: "I lost a sister and didn't want to lose another one, so I tried my best to bring you back. But since you can attack Anne, then one day It is not impossible for a dagger to be inserted into my heart. I don’t dare to be this brother anymore. From now on, we will sever all ties and have nothing to do with each other!"

Catherine closed her slightly messy head and smiled. Brother, it’s not that I am ruthless. In this war, personal power is actually insignificant. For a sword master like Annie, one more or one less would not be able to affect the overall situation. In fact, I don't want to kill her, but the child in her belly must die. "

David stared at Catherine, but he knew that he would never be able to get anything out of Catherine. After a long time, he finally snorted coldly and strode out of the room. As he was about to go out, his steps suddenly stopped and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

David's body swayed and he had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. But he still walked away with a staggering but determined pace.

Catherine smiled softly, and her smile filled the room.

At dusk, Rogge's figure had appeared in the sky above Oxinia. He fell like a meteor, and the stars drew a beautiful blue trajectory in the sky. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the broken French window and returned to his room.

Broken glass, messy papers, and damaged furniture all over the floor, everything in the room was exactly the same as when he left.

The only difference was that Androni was missing.

The main hall of the Sky Palace is deep and remote, with strips of blue light swimming among the patches of snow, condensing colors, like a dream, a blur of fantasy.

The ice crystal in the center of the hall is still majestic, and the black goddess in front of the ice crystal is also graceful and calm, as if she has never changed her posture for thousands of years.

A murmur was floating in the hall.

"The world outside has changed a lot. You know, Androni was killed by someone else, and the person who did it was her own relatives. But for some reason, when I came back, I couldn't find her anyway. The corpse of Androni. I think you must remember Androni. She had my child, but she had no time to give birth. Before she died, her last wish was to see you... I know that these things are important to you now. Words no longer matter.”

At the edge of the hall, Rogge adjusted his posture so that he could sit more relaxedly. He looked up at the *** in the sky, and after a long pause, he said softly: "***, the number of believers in the church has increased a lot recently. You must be able to feel that the power of faith has increased a lot!"

"Actually, I know that in order to get these new believers, I killed many believers of the Church of Light. Although most of them did not die directly in my hands, no matter who did it, they should actually be blamed on me. It's been almost half a year since the war started. I can't even count how many people have been killed. One million or two million?" The fat man's voice came to mind again, with a hint of desolation and helplessness in the deep voice, but there were more But he was determined, "But it doesn't matter. As long as it can strengthen the power of faith, I am not afraid of killing one million more. In fact, I will soon use one million souls to guide the clone of the Dark God into this world." . I don’t know if this is right. Maybe I am personally introducing the source of destruction into this plane. But I can only bet once, because only the Lord God of Darkness can fight against the Gods of Light behind the Church of Light! If not Attract the Lord of Darkness. Then all the gods in the heaven will destroy this plane."

The hall fell silent again.

After a moment, Rogge slowly stood up and took out a long dark black box from his arms. The box is made of an unknown exotic metal, with a blue pattern as the base and decorated with flower branches wrapped in gold wire. The box seemed to contain huge polar magic power, and a faint mist emerged from the middle of the flower branches and dissipated in the main hall.

Several snowflakes floated down, sinking silently into the surface of the box, and then emerged from the bottom of the box in the blink of an eye.

Roger stroked it gently. I looked up at the ice sculpture-like *** in the sky and thought for a long time, it would be better to put it here with you. You don't object, do you? "

***as usual. Indifferent to everything he said.

Rogge was already used to taking her silence as agreement. He raised his hand and threw the metal box hard towards the huge ice crystal behind ***.

The metal box submerged into the ice crystals silently, and then slowly sank downwards as if it were in water. One point for every sinking. The buoyancy in the ice crystal seemed to be a little stronger, and finally, it stopped in the center of the ice crystal.

"It's time for me to go, ***. I'll come back to see you in two days." Rogge took one last look at *** and walked out of the air palace.

He stood at the tip of the metal lotus petals extending diagonally from the sky hall, looking down at the kingdom of Japan.

He suddenly appeared. There is also wind in the divine realm, and the coldness in the wind is just like her in the past.

The fat man smiled bitterly and rose into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the void above the divine realm.

At this time, in the mountains in the south, four strong men were fighting each other risking their lives.

The long sword in the hand of Fenglan Sword Saint Lentini is very different from the ordinary magic sword. It is several minutes thinner and half a meter long. Driven by Lentini's fighting spirit, it wanders around like a poisonous snake. Sometimes it retracts and twists, sometimes it strikes with lightning. The blade of the long sword is surrounded by two soft winds. With their support, the blade will often change direction midway through the strike, and the landing point will be unpredictable.

Lentini's figure has completely transformed into strips of light, constantly rotating around Prosis, and the long sword in her hand attacks the starry sky sword master who has long been honored with the holy name like a storm.

Prosis had a stern look on his face, and every time he swung the magic sword in his hand, it would leave dozens of star marks in the sky. He sometimes moves forward and sometimes retreats, but only moves within a few meters. But just by looking at the lightning-like retreat, you can tell that he is no worse than Lentini in terms of speed.

The two great sword masters are both good at speed and cunning. Prosis' starry sky fighting spirit is sinister and vicious, but also gorgeous and extraordinary. Lentini has a beautiful appearance and graceful movements, and the breeze of her long sword contains hidden fighting spirit, which can hurt people invisible, and its insidiousness is no less than the fighting spirit in the stars.

The two sword masters often fought fiercely for a long time, and their swords never crossed once. If you watch their duel from a distance and just look at the graceful looks of the two of them, it is indeed an unparalleled enjoyment.

And another decisive battle not far away was far more intense than the battle between Prosis and Lentini. Corbetian's whole body was shrouded in a hazy battle qi brilliance, and the outline of his battle armor was faintly visible. However, his battle qi battle armor was much blurry than that of other saintly warriors. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell what's going on. Under the faint fighting spirit brilliance, there is actually a battle armor that has condensed into substance.

If Rogge were watching the game, he would definitely sigh again. The strength of Corbetian's fighting spirit armor is no less than that of Fenglan Sword Saint Lentini. However, when someone who doesn't know the details faces this one-eyed dragon tavern owner, it is easy to ignore his true power. At that time, the consequences of underestimating the enemy were defeat and death.

Copitian's face looked a little ferocious, with one eye wide open, staring at the Grand Duke of Bavaria. The giant sword in his hands was like wind and thunder, and he struck at the Grand Duke like an axe! He walked heavily, and with every step he took, he seemed to be crushing the rocks under his feet before he stopped.

The long sword in Reinhard's hand has no sharp edge. Apart from the fact that it is extremely hard and strong enough to collide with Corbetian's giant sword without being damaged, there is nothing special about it. The Grand Duke's light gray eyes looked at Corbetian without any expression. The long sword in his hand moved like the wind. His sword skills were simple and unpretentious. He did not seek merit, but sought no faults. He could defend without leakage, no matter how violent and fierce the one-eyed dragon's attack was. . Nor could he break through the Grand Duke's impregnable defense.

On the battlefield, there are not only the shadows of heavy swords and the brilliant brilliance that blooms when fighting spirit explodes, but also the splashing blood beads. In fact, the four strong men had been fighting from early morning to dusk, and they were still inextricably tied. The battle situation between the two sides was chaotic and intricate, and they would often switch opponents, or two of them would attack one of the other at the same time. As time went by, the fighting energy consumption of both sides also increased, and they also suffered some minor injuries. When four strong men are fighting in a melee, the weapons do not need to be in direct contact. The hesitant fighting spirit on the sword edge alone may cut through the opponent's defense.

When first fighting. Corbetian and Lentini still have a slight upper hand. Corbetian's fighting spirit is vigorous and passionate, and his sword skills are wide open and closed. Unparalleled in power. Fenglan Sword Saint Lentini is light and cunning, which perfectly complements him. In comparison. The complementarity between the Archduke and Prosis was not that perfect, and the cooperation between the two sides was also very raw, so they fell into a bitter battle.

It's just that Prosis and Reinhardt have patience. Although Prosis' starry sky fighting spirit is slightly weaker than Lentini's, his sword skills and starry sky fighting spirit have long been integrated into one, completely natural. No flaws at all. Although Lentini had the upper hand, she was unable to completely defeat Prosis' defense. The Archduke of Bavaria began to only defend rather than attack. It's just that the Grand Duke of Bavaria's holy fighting spirit is powerful and pure, and other characteristics have not yet been revealed, but it is enough to instantly perform primary healing skills in battle and heal some trivial wounds on himself and Prosis.

As time goes by, the balance of this intense, dangerous, yet very dull confrontation in the sanctuary is quietly shifting towards the side of Prosis and the Archduke of Bavaria. Lentini and Corbetian have already sensed the subtle changes in the battle situation. They tried to restore the disadvantage, but the patience and resilience of Prosis and the Archduke of Bavaria were far beyond their imagination. They firmly controlled the situation and expanded their advantage bit by bit.

Lentini suddenly backed away. In an instant, he stood more than ten meters away from Prosis, and the long sword in his hand let out a long roar that resounded through the sky, pointing directly at the Star Sword Master.

Prosis put away his sword and stood up, calmly looking at Lentini who was crazily increasing her fighting spirit. The aqua-blue light emitted from the sword in her hand was calm and gentle, and did not fluctuate at all due to her opponent's rising fighting spirit.

"Prosis! Don't you feel any guilt about what happened back then?" Lentini shouted.

"Guilty?" Prosis smiled coldly. Prosis has never felt guilty about the things he has done! What's more, you were gentle and docile at first, but later became arrogant, irritable, and moody. How many people could tolerate you? From the day you killed Jisli and the child in her belly with one sword, there has been no relationship between us. I’m afraid it’s not me who feels guilty about what happened back then! Lentini, if you don’t leave, you will force me to kill you! "

Lentini's voice rose crazily along with her fighting spirit: "You only remember Jisili's child! What about the child in my belly?! You don't know the existence of this child at all! I tell you, if you throw it away cruelly, The night he got rid of me, I got rid of him! Prosis, since you can get rid of me, then I can kill your child!"

When he heard that Lentini also had a child, Prosis's eyes finally fluctuated, but this ripple disappeared immediately. On the side, the muscles on Corbetian's face suddenly twitched, and the two-handed giant sword waving in the air stopped slightly before continuing to cut. At this opportunity, the Grand Duke of Bavaria suddenly retreated tens of meters away, his body flashing with milky white light. Several low-level healing techniques had been cast on himself, and he also treated Prosis.

Prosis looked at Lentini and said calmly: "Lentini, what happened back then has long since passed. Now the only thing I am interested in is the sword in my hand. If you plan to continue this decisive battle, then I will kill you." It’s yours.”

Lentini laughed wildly, her fighting spirit reaching its limit, and the many tiny wounds on her body spurted out thin lines of blood.

"Okay! Prosis, come and kill me! Let's see who among us can kill whom!"

Lentini slowly raised the sword, the soft blade was straightened by the fighting spirit, and several strands of light blue wind could not help but dance around the blade.

Copitian looked at the Grand Duke of Bavaria who stood ten meters away, motionless as a mountain. He slowly raised the giant sword in both hands above his head. The sword made a trembling sound like a bell, and then a blaze of flames quickly ignited from the hilt to the tip of the sword. , the hot air made his figure a little blurry. A line of blood slowly flowed from his angry single eye. The armor made of fighting spirit on his body had disappeared, and it seemed that all his power had been concentrated on the giant sword in his hands.

Corbetian roared, accompanied by a roar. Several six-pointed stars condensed from Dou Qi flames appeared around him, slowly flying around his body.

The one-eyed dragon suddenly jumped into the air, carrying the giant sword in both hands like a clutch to the towering mountains, and chopped down on the Archduke of Bavaria head-on. The Grand Duke also changed to holding the sword with both hands. The long sword seemed to be as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and he slowly swung it upward to meet Corbetian's sword edge!

A flash of light lit up between the blades of the two swords, and in an instant it was so bright that it took away all the colors in the world! The sudden vindictive storm had nowhere to vent its violent energy, plowing a large hole more than one meter deep on the hard ground. And the outer edge is still expanding outward! In the center of the Dou Qi storm, the chain armor on Corbetian's body had already been torn to pieces by the frenzied Dou Qi airflow. His strong body was quickly covered with wounds, and even pieces of flesh flew out! However, his unlearned single eye still opened angrily. He tried his best to activate his fighting spirit and tried to split the Grand Duke's sword in half!

The giant sword couldn't move forward at all, because what he wanted to split was a high mountain.

The armor on the Archduke was obviously much better than Corbetian's chain armor, and it was only full of cracks in such a violent storm. It was not broken yet, but the Archduke's helmet was blown away by the fighting spirit, revealing a huge amber gem set on his forehead.

The Grand Duke's light gray eyes were ignited with blazing holy flames, and the gems on his forehead were also emitting bright brilliance. The brilliance of the gem became brighter and brighter, and in a blink of an eye, the intense amber brilliance overwhelmed everything, filling Corbetian's vision...

Lentini's long sword met Prosis' long sword silently.

The fighting spirit attached to the edge of her sword instantly suppressed Prosis' starry sky fighting spirit, and shattered his magic sword in one fell swoop. But this blow is not without cost. Lentini suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. But she smiled almost crazily, and the sword edge trembled, shattering the Starry Sky Sword Master's sword edge inch by inch, and swam towards his heart!

Prosis' handsome and delicate face suddenly became transparent. A faint aqua-blue radiance emerges from beneath the skin. He threw down the magic sword with only the hilt left in his hand, and his right hand, which also became transparent and blue, as if carved from sapphire, actually grasped the blade of Quandini's sword!

Lentini's eyes widened in shock, because her sword was no longer able to advance even an inch, and in Prosis's left hand was a long sword made purely of starry sky fighting energy, which struck her mercilessly. Stab in the heart! Lentini continued to urge her fighting spirit, but in front of the starry sky fighting spirit as deep as the abyss, the waves caused by her fighting spirit disappeared into the sea in the blink of an eye.

"In the fifteen years since Kesri's death, there has been nothing else in my heart except the sword." Prosis' voice was emotionless. As he spoke, he slowly moved his sword towards Lentini. Stab away. "As for you two, one only has hatred in his heart and the other only knows how to escape. How can you be my opponent? By the way, I don't need Biluo Xingkong at all now!"

Although the sword edge condensed with starry sky fighting energy advanced slowly, it finally touched Lentini's left chest. Her gorgeous breastplate quickly dented, cracked, and shattered in front of the fighting energy of the stars, and then the shirt under the armor tore apart without any wind, revealing her snow-white chest muscles.

There was a crisp sound, and the Grand Duke's long sword wrapped with sacred fighting spirit struck from the side, picking away Prosis' long sword of fighting spirit. Then he punched Lentini hard on the back, and the powerful fighting spirit attached to the punch shattered her defense in just one blow.

Lentini suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her armor on her vest was shattered. She shook slightly, then fell to the ground and fainted.

Prosis frowned slightly and looked at the Grand Duke quietly. The fighting spirit sword in his hand was still shooting out little stars.

Under the illumination of the setting sun, the light of the gems on the Grand Duke's forehead became softer and softer. He smiled and said: "Dear Mr. Prosis, since you have put aside your old relationship, why not give her to me! The Golem Legion of the Babylonian Empire is famous throughout the continent, and I am very interested in this."

Prosis looked at the unconscious Lentini and pondered silently. He naturally knew what the Grand Duke meant, and he also knew what would happen in the process of forcing Lentini to reveal the secret of the Golem Legion. Although his heart was dead, Lentini's relationship with him was extraordinary after all, so she remained silent.

Seeing his hesitation, the Grand Duke frowned and said: "Let's do this, Mr. Prosis, I know that you have an old friendship with Fenglan Sword Master. I can say hello to His Majesty the Pope. The new ones admitted to the church this year Among your children, you will first select ten to inherit your starry sky fighting spirit. What do you think?"

Prosise's fingertips trembled slightly.

Every year, the Guangming Church selects a group of children with excellent qualifications from all over the continent and trains them accordingly according to their respective characteristics. Although not one out of ten of these children will eventually become a church, the church of the Church of Light has been established for hundreds of years. As the power of the church grows, the number of churches increases. The Holy Church and the Holy Knights are the core of the Light Church's military force. The growth of the Holy Church in turn promotes the expansion of the Light Church's power.

With the current power of the Light Church, only more than a hundred children are selected from all over the continent every year. Naturally, everyone has extraordinary martial arts or magical talents. If Prosis could choose ten people from them, with his current attainments. Given time, a new sword master will inevitably appear among his disciples. in the past dozen years. Among all the disciples of Prosis, Androni was the only real genius, so he passed on the Blue Starry Sky to her.

Prosis knew that Androni had arrived in the north and was on the side of the Holy Agreement. However, after hearing that she had also broken through the Holy Realm, Starry Sky Sword Master felt more relieved than regretful. After all, for the strong, few value worldly power and disputes.

Prosis did not answer the Grand Duke's question, but turned and left silently.

The Grand Duke looked at Lentini, who was still unconscious, and smiled slightly.

At the end of summer, after Rogge single-handedly attacked the Shenghui Alliance's front, the originally stalemate situation suddenly heated up. On the night when Rogge and the powerful men withdrew to Oceania, Pompey's Poseidon Legion suddenly dispatched and swept through the Holy Alliance's front lines along the route Rogge had taken, bulldozing three small fortresses overnight. and six towns. As a result, the material accumulation areas and transportation hubs in the hinterland of the alliance lost their protection and were directly exposed to the cavalry of the imperial army.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Alexander's Glacier Legion also began to advance. This Northern God defeated the Austro-Hungarian Empire's 100,000 troops in a series of battles in the Maple Leaf Plains, tore a large hole in the Holy Alliance's front, and moved his army forward, beginning to advance deeper into the battlefield. At this time, the situation of the Glacier Legion was very favorable, and it could attack the mainland of the Austro-Hungarian Empire westward. They can also turn south and outflank the retreat of the 300,000 Allied troops stationed on the "Meat Grinder" front.

At this time, they were retreating steadily under the attack of the Allied regiments, but they were still able to achieve defeat without chaos. After retreating dozens of kilometers, they still maintained a relatively complete front.

But the battle lines are invisible, and the battlefield is vast. On this thousand-mile front, the knights of both sides were crossing vertically and horizontally, raiding the gaps in the opponent's line. Perhaps inspired by Rogner's successive attacks, the knights responsible for the assault in the two camps are now equipped with a considerable number of highly skilled warriors or high-level mages, in order to deliver a devastating blow to the enemy at the moment of the assault. , quickly opened a breakthrough.

In the late summer, the number of casualties on both sides skyrocketed, and the markings on the battle lines on the map were constantly changing.

However, not everything was smooth sailing for the Holy Glory Alliance during the war on the Eastern Front.

On a summer afternoon, four thousand Face Spider Knights were rushing along the road, and they were preparing to intercept a light cavalry from the Dro Empire ahead. Since the beginning of the war, the cavalry has suffered the heaviest losses among the various arms of the Dro army. If this light cavalry of more than 3,000 people is wiped out, it will be a big loss for the Dro Empire. The entire order of the Spider Knights remained silent, only hearing the rumble of hoofbeats, and the iron hooves of the war horses making the earth tremble slightly. Suddenly, the tremors of the earth became a little stronger. Although this change was extremely small, it could not be concealed by Gonzalez's keen sense. He raised his right hand, and the adjutant riding beside him immediately gave the order. In the blink of an eye, the entire order of the Spider Knights stopped.

The trembling of the earth became more and more obvious.

Gonzalez frowned, raised his hand and pointed to the side, and the entire Spider Knights immediately moved, facing the direction of his finger, and set up a battle formation. Several mages in the knights began to chant spells and add protective magic to themselves. As if sensing the invisible tense atmosphere, many war horses were neighing lowly and tapping the ground uneasily with their iron hooves.

On the top of the hill a thousand meters away, the enemy finally appeared. Seeing the beautiful blue sword in his hand, Gonzalez's pupils shrank tighter and tighter.

Rogge stood on the top of the hill for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Gonzalez, then took a big step and launched a surprise attack on the entire Knights of the Human-Faced Spider!

"Who is this person? Does he want to attack us? He is simply crazy!" A mage who had just been transferred to the Spider Knights pointed at Rogge who was running towards him, and looked at the knights guarding him in disbelief. they asked. Before he could answer, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his hand. The mage screamed, and when he looked carefully, he realized that his entire hand was melting! In his eyes, the entire world began to turn fiery red, and the surrounding scenery gradually became distorted and blurred. If the mage felt something, he looked up and saw that there was a fire cloud of tens of meters square about more than ten meters above his head. The fire cloud exuded an astonishing high heat and couldn't help but move toward the Knights of the Spider Knights gathered below. Spraying almost transparent flames.

Flame storm!

Just as the name of this magic appeared in the mage's consciousness, the raging flames had swallowed him whole. Almost at the same time as the fire cloud took shape, Rogge had already rushed into the formation of the Spider Knights. Several rays of blue light suddenly lit up, and in an instant, the sharp blue starry sky had cut several unprepared knights into several pieces, including their horses and men!

Rogge's strike was like lightning, and he casually broke the tip of a spear that was being stabbed at him. Then he shouted loudly, waved his hand and threw it at Gonzalez who was trying to get out of the fire cloud! The fat man didn't even look at the result of his victory, so he turned around and ran into the distance, disappearing on the horizon in the blink of an eye. The Human-Faced Spider Knights truly lived up to their reputation as elites. In this short moment, several knights had already stood between Rogge and Gonzalez with their bodies. The tip of the spear was like a flowing fish, quietly entering the bodies of the knights, and then exiting from their backs, without slowing down at all, and swam into Gonzalez's chest.

In the sky palace, the snow seems to never stop falling. Rogge was still leaning against the wall, looking up at the sky. Gonzalez probably had no chance of surviving unless some god was willing to save him. In fact, it may not be that he murdered Anne, but since I only know that the murderer is related to the Rochelio family. Then simply wipe out all their families. Anyway, even if you kill someone by mistake, it doesn't matter. "

Rogge was silent for a while and then said: "It's getting late, I should go back. I will come to accompany you again in a few days."

In the hall in the sky, the snow came from nowhere and fell in a flurry, disappearing on the ground of the hall without knowing where it was going.

A few days in the mortal world seemed to be only a short moment in the divine realm.

"***, today I captured the whereabouts of David Rochelio. Unfortunately, this time there is Sanctuary by his side, so I can only give him an advantage. However, he has been cursed by two of me. He will not be able to escape from the world within a month. After all, Rocherio always hides behind the army. It seems that there is no chance to kill him before the decisive battle."

Rogge paused and sighed softly: "If Anne was here, she probably wouldn't be willing to see me push her relatives to death one by one... ***, it's time for me to go. The war is getting more and more intense now." It's intense, and the number of believers is almost enough. I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you before the final battle. But you don't have to worry, it won't be long before the war ends."

Rogge's somewhat lonely figure disappeared at the door of the hall. But he didn't know that behind him, ***'s eyes had slowly opened.

The scenery around the Great Temple of Light is always beautiful beyond human imagination. It's just that at this moment, although the scene in the secret realm is no different from before, it always gives people a feeling of lifelessness.

Deep in the deep temple, the Pope was standing alone outside two doors tens of meters tall, as if waiting for someone to arrive. The two doors are carved from unknown dark crystals, and the doors are engraved with the miracles and legends of the gods in the heavens.

Finally, the two doors opened silently. The world behind the doors was an endless void and a space storm exuding brilliant light.

Two giant angels three meters high slowly stepped out of the void. They were covered in pale golden full-body battle armor, and strange-looking helmets completely covered their faces. Even the wings on their backs were mostly protected by thin armor leaves. After the two angels walked out of the door, they didn't even look at the Pope. They said nothing and just stood on either side.

The Pope bowed his head humbly.

Another angel stepped out of the void. He was not tall, and his body was only the size of an ordinary person, but the huge angels standing on both sides immediately knelt down. He wore a blue breastplate with stars engraved on it. His chestnut shorts were flying in the air. His face was extremely handsome, and he even looked a little weak. However, the endless and vast coercion on his body is enough to dispel any disrespectful thoughts, and what stretches out from his back are actually six sky-blue translucent wings! As soon as the wings flapped, countless stars slowly swam out.

From beginning to end, his eyes were always open.

"Great Antireoli, welcome to this humble plane." The pope's old voice echoed in the empty hall and lingered for a long time.

It was late at night, and there was no light in the room. Only the faint light coming from the window reflected the outline of the furnishings in the room.

The rapier was slowly pulled out of its scabbard.

The edge of the sword is bright and dark, and the seven-colored light representing the seven negative forces comes and goes, constantly changing.

In the darkness, the seven-colored sword edge reflected the drunken eyes of the Death God class. He stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched the tip of the sword. The sharp sword tip lightly pricked his finger, and in an instant, seven negative forces poured into Death Ban's body like a frenzy, repeatedly testing his magic resistance.

The Death Squad swayed for a while, but finally failed to withstand all the negative power and fell under the effect of delayed aid. The fighting spirit on his body was flickering, and it took him several minutes of attacking to suppress the effect of the late aid. When he looked at the seven-color rapier again, the flame in Ban's eyes became even hotter.

At this time, beams of swaying firelight came through the window, accompanied by bursts of noise, including voices praising the goddess. This group of people gradually moved away along a long street not far from the window of the Death Class, but the noisy sound was still faintly heard.

A look of disgust appeared on Ben's face, and he closed the window to block out the noisy people outside. He knew that the group of people who had just left were fanatical members of the Holy Church. In response to Pope Rogge's call, these believers are gathering on the Canberra Plains south of Drodiin to contribute to the final victory of the Holy War.

The Death Squad hates these fanatical believers very much. In the name of faith and holiness, they are actually capable of anything, even worse than bandits and thugs. Ban Zengxing mentioned this matter to Rogge several times and asked him to control these believers, but every time Rogge just dealt with him casually.

The dead squad is also tired of this war. He really couldn't understand the meaning of war, and he didn't understand why so many countries should invest in this unprecedented human civil war. The longer the war goes on and the more tragic scenes that inevitably exist in various wars are seen, the more the Death Squad misses the peaceful days beside the small lake in the northern country.

Ben had a strong desire. He wants to return to a leisurely retirement life. This war does not belong to him.

But when his eyes fell on the rapier, he couldn't leave it anymore. From the original *** promised to add a movement every month to just one chapter every few months, although the dead class class was extremely angry about this, there was actually nothing he could do about a woman who broke her promise. . Even if he is angry, he has nowhere to vent his anger.

"Just bear with it a little longer! As long as there is one more piece of music, I won't be able to retire. Just one more piece..." thought the Death Class.

The final moment is coming.

Just a month ago. Alexander's Glacier Legion attacked the Austro-Hungarian Empire in detail. When more than 50,000 Austro-Hungarian remnants were urgently transferred back to domestic defense by the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, Alexander suddenly sent his troops south. The momentum was unstoppable along the way, winning eleven games in a row, and finally outflanked the Meat Grinder War Money, while Pompey's Poseidon Army made a frontal assault and broke through the Holy Glory Alliance's front line. Joined forces with the Glacier Corps at Verdun.

At this point, the 100,000-strong army of the Shenghui Alliance was cut off from all retreats and fell into heavy siege.

On the Eastern Front battlefield, the Principality of Bavaria achieved a major victory. In front of the principality's 100,000-strong army, the Dro Empire's army of more than 200,000 was defeated in every battle, retreating all the way, and the defense line was in pieces. In the end, 30,000 soldiers were killed or injured, and 100,000 were captured. Including the deserters in the retreat, in the end, less than 30,000 of the 200,000 Dro army escaped back to Aushinia.

After defeating Dro's main army, the army of the Principality of Bavaria turned westward, joined the Holy Alliance army at the eastern end of the Meat Grinder Front, and reorganized. A confrontation began with the main force of the Holy Alliance countries on the Canberra grassland.

For a time, on the endless grassland of Canberra, the Entente and the Alliance gathered their troops, and the decisive battle was imminent.

On one side of the treaty. It is a 250,000-strong army with the two major legions of Asrophek as the main force, supplemented by tens of thousands of troops from the Dro Empire and other slave countries. On the side of the Holy Alliance, there are 350,000 troops, and there are still 6 troops entering the Canberra grasslands.

Before this decisive battle, the Allies were actually in a disadvantageous position not only in terms of the quality of their legions, but also in terms of the number of soldiers. Therefore, before the war, both Alexander and Pompey agreed that only by using a relatively weak force to face the enemy together could it be possible to mobilize the main force of the alliance to come to a decisive battle.

A series of battles in the past have proven that among the three traditional empires, the Dro Empire and the Austro-Hungarian Empire have long declined. Their armies are still large, but their combat power is no longer what it used to be. The combat effectiveness of the two legions of the Asrofic Empire is far superior to that of the southern countries. Looking at the mainland, except for the Holy Knights of the Church of Light, which has never been involved in battle, there should be no rivals.

However, in this decisive battle, even if the Alliance has huge military strength, it may not be able to defeat the Allies unless all the Holy Knights are dispatched. This is exactly what Feuerbach wanted to see. The emperor knew that in addition to the Holy Rangers, the core of the Church of Light's force also had a mysterious temple. And no one knows how many powerful guys are hidden in the temple.

But no matter what characters are hidden in the Church of Light, or how many descendants or reincarnated angels there are in the church, they cannot change their destiny of destruction. Because in front of the avatar of the Lord of Darkness, Bartharo Demogorgon, all the strong men in this plane will feel helpless and desperate! And directly pressing the clone of the Lord of Darkness into the plane will be an unprecedented miracle on the continent! Even in the glorious era of the Elf Empire thousands of years ago, such a miracle had never been achieved!

Moreover, on the day of the decisive battle, *** may also join the war in the form of a clone or the direct arrival of the main body.

Another reason why the allied parties decided not to invest too much troops was that when the clone of the Lord of Darkness successfully arrived, his terrifying aura originating from the darkness alone would be enough to transform most of the weaker warriors into helpless warriors. Dark creatures of consciousness! The moment the Lord of Darkness appears, eight to one hundred thousand warriors from the Allied side may become victims. Of course, when the avatar of the Lord God steps into the battle line of the alliance army whose average quality is much worse, more than 300,000 warriors will probably be transformed into dark creatures and become the servants of Bartharo Demogorgon.

These days, Oceania has almost become a city that never sleeps.

The place is brightly lit every night, and batches of Holy Church believers say goodbye to their families. They come out from here. All the way to the Canberra grassland for the final holy war. No one doubts that the war will fail, because the Canberra grassland has been predicted to be a miraculous place, where the goddess Audreyh will descend, and she will witness with her own eyes the bravery of her followers.

Rogge, who stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the noisy night scene, sighed slightly. He naturally knew what was waiting for these believers in the Canberra grasslands. He drank it all in one gulp

After finishing the wine in his hand, the scarlet wine had a special taste, which was somewhat mixed with the smell of blood.

Rogge put down his wine glass and went all the way to Hughes' room. On the eve of this battle, he always felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. He wanted to talk to the old fox, maybe he could come up with something.

No matter where he is, Hughes's residence is simple and elegant, making people feel very relaxed. He was sipping tea and reading a book. Seeing Rogge come in, he smiled and said hello. In a rare move, he even poured a cup of tea for Rogge.

Rogge was not polite. He stood in front of Hughes and said bluntly: "Elder Hughes, the decisive battle is about to begin. I feel very uneasy in my heart. But I can't find the reason. Can you give me some pointers?"

Hughes smiled bitterly, Master Ge. The two sides standing behind this battle are the main gods of darkness and heaven. I think you know this better than me. Even I know a little more than the average person. But after all, he is an ordinary elf, how can he intervene in the battle between the main gods? So I can't really help you with this war. "

Rogge pondered for a moment, and then said with some persistence: "Well, Elder Hughes, every page of the Book of Hilo you gave me has this sentence: 'The gods are not omnipotent, but Hilo is omnipotent. 'I really don't understand what this means. You have been studying the book of Shiloh for hundreds of years, so you can definitely explain it to me."

Hearing the words "Gods are not omnipotent, but Shiloh is omnipotent", the corners of Hughes' eyes twitched slightly, and the hand holding the teacup also trembled a little. How could these changes escape Rogge's eyes

Hughes looked at Rogge carefully for a while, and then said: "Lord Rogge, it seems that you are making great progress in the Book of Hilo. Can I ask. Which page have you read?"

"Page 4... Before he finished speaking, he felt an unbearable sharp pain hit his head. It seemed as if more than ten soul-eating demons were vying to suck his brain.

In the unspeakable pain, the contents of the fifth page of the Book of Hero emerged in his soul one by one.

"Create light in the darkness. Make a way in nothingness. The gods sleep and wake up, their eyes are full of confusion, and their brilliance will be challenged. The end of the world is the starting point of the gods, and the ending before sleeping is really It is the beginning after waking up. The gods will be hesitant because they need to find the meaning of existence in nothingness. And the distance between the ending and the beginning cannot be crossed by even the gods. All attachment to the ending will become a chain that binds them. The chains on God's feet. There is no wandering in the realm of God, no end. In front is the meaning of existence, and behind is the abyss of destruction."

"The gods are not omnipotent, but Hilo is omnipotent." At this time, the severe pain in Rogge's mind gradually subsided, but the content on the fifth page of the Book of Hilo made his mood colder and colder. Could it be said that his actions of visiting *** in the divine realm again and again, trying to pull him back, could actually be the chains that could drag him into the abyss of destruction

"Lord Rogge, it seems that you have already read the fifth page. The speed with which you read the Book of Heroes is beyond my expectation." Hughes looked at Rogge's pale face for a while and pondered. Anyone who can read the Book of Hero will get their own insights from the book. All I can say is that the Book of Hero has power beyond our imagination, and we should be humble in the face of such power. Therefore, I cannot give you any explanation about the contents of the Book of Hero. In fact, no explanation will be of any help to you. The only advice I can give you now is this. There are seven pages in the Book of Hero, and under no circumstances should you turn to the last page. "

At this time, the severe pain in Rogge's head had just subsided. He felt as if he had collapsed. His whole body was dripping with sweat. He just nodded weakly.

At this moment, the door inside suddenly opened. Eiffel rushed out of it like a gust of wind, holding a lot of various magic materials in his arms. As soon as he went out, he said: "Elder Hughes, come here and see, the result of this prophecy is really It’s very strange!”

Eiffel spoke crisply and quickly, and it wasn't until she finished speaking that she saw Roger was present. His eyes immediately lit up and he stared at Rogge non-stop. Having had the painful experience of being almost drained by Effie several times before, Rogge couldn't help but feel guilty in front of her at this moment. Fortunately, Eiffel is still able to take business seriously. Come and take a look at this prophecy! "The fat man was relieved, and he was very curious about Eiffel's prophecy. After hearing the words, he stood up and walked towards the inner room.

When passing by Eiffel, the elf suddenly asked very softly: "Can you give me thirty minutes?"

The fat man's legs immediately went weak. The inner room is very large, and the four walls are covered with steel plates. This is because the probability of accidents such as explosions when Eiffel predicts is much higher than that of ordinary magic experiments. But no matter what kind of accident happens, she will not be hurt at all.

There is a large round bronze mirror placed on the ground in the center of the room. The edges of the mirror are carved with simple patterns and many strange-shaped creatures. Rogge can be said to be a master of the theory of gods and demons, and he recognized several low-level gods or elementary demons in the statues at a glance. But he couldn't distinguish most of the statues. Moreover, this bronze mirror was so huge that it almost covered the floor of the room. I don’t know how it was brought in in the first place.

However, Rogge's eyes were immediately attracted by the image in the bronze mirror and could no longer leave. The further he looked, the paler his face became. Later, the fat man's face was completely drained of color.

The center of the bronze mirror has become completely transparent, looking like a window to the infinite world. The world inside the bronze mirror is shrouded in clouds and mist. When the clouds clear and the mist clears, you can see a large green land in the center of the world, with towering mountains and crisscrossing rivers.

Rogge only felt that he was like a god standing above the clouds at this moment, looking down at the whole world.

The more Rogge looked at the topography of this continent, the more familiar it seemed. He had experienced flying at high altitudes more than once, and finally recognized the extremely majestic mountain range in the north of the central continent as the Central Mountain Range.

Could it be that what is reflected in the bronze mirror is our plane? Just as Rogge's heart moved slightly, he saw clouds suddenly opening in the east of the continent. A new continent is like a huge beast, suddenly rushing out from the depths of clouds and mist!

The area of this fast continent is about half of the continent where Rogge lives. However, the mountains above are more strange, the water is clearer, and the green is green, which makes people feel relaxed and happy at a glance.

Whether it is the memory passed down from Rodriguez or the many legends on the continent, there are countless records about the customs and culture of the mysterious Eastern Continent. However, Rogge's power is not small, and his footprints are not small. For more than ten years, he has never been able to see a person who has set foot on the Eastern Continent. Even the memories left behind by Rodriguez are vague about the Eastern Continent.

In a sense, setting foot in the mysterious Eastern Continent is much more difficult than Rogge's trip to the divine realm of Japan.

At this moment, the mysterious Eastern Continent actually appeared in Eiffel's prophecy, and the whole picture was presented in front of Rogge! At that moment, Rogge even had a strong desire to jump into the world in the bronze mirror and take a good look at the mysterious Eastern Continent.

However, what happened next left him stunned.

The colors on the western continent are constantly changing, and it can be seen that the seasons are changing, while the eastern continent is always green and green. After the mysterious Eastern Continent emerged from the clouds and mist, it did not stop there. Instead, the entire continent was moving slowly, getting farther and farther away from the Western Continent.

In the blink of an eye, the Eastern Continent seemed to have touched an invisible boundary, suddenly bursting into a bright light, and then disappeared without a trace!

For a long time, Rogge was still staring at the billowing clouds in the bronze mirror. It wasn't until the scene just now was repeated that he came back to his senses and asked Effie, "Effie, are you clear about the time of your prediction?"

"Time?" Eiffel frowned and thought, and said slowly: "Prophecies usually do not clearly give the time, but this prophecy is very strange. It seems that the result is not in the future, but in the past. That’s why I asked Elder Hughes to come and have a look.”

Rogge immediately looked at Hughes, who immediately smiled bitterly and said: "Even the gods are not omnipotent, how can I know everything?"

Rogge was silent, and read the prophecy in the bronze mirror again, and suddenly said: "Elder Hughes, why do I feel that the Eastern Continent did not leave on its own, but that there was a mysterious force pushing it. It looked like... it was escaping."

All Roger got was silence. In fact, he also knew that except for the gods, no one could answer such a question.

He shook his head and walked out the door.

But before Rogge even stepped out the door, he was grabbed. The fat man turned around and met Effier's eyes that were as bright as morning stars. In those clear pupils, what Rogge saw was firmness that could not be disobeyed.

"Thirty minutes! Not a minute less!" Eiffel did not leave any room for negotiation with Rogge. She closed the door tightly and blocked Hughes out of the room.

The door suddenly opened again, a high-pitched scream sounded, and the underground dwarf was kicked out by Effier.

When the first ray of morning light broke through the darkness of the night, the tents, like wild flowers scattered on the Canberra prairie, came to life. Countless believers of the Holy Church emerged from the tents and gathered at the designated location under the guidance of the clergy.

Hundreds of tall wooden poles have already been erected on the vast prairie, with flags of various colors flying on the tops of the poles. Every clergy member of the Holy Church must memorize the number of believers who need to stand under each flag. It's just that the believers don't know what they are going to do next. But because they were pious enough, order on the grassland was fairly orderly. Despite this, when millions of believers were in place, the sky was already bright.

A wooden high platform had already been set up among the believers. Dozens of clergymen in black robes knelt in a circle on the high platform, praying to themselves. Under the influence of magical power, their prayers became louder and louder, constantly floating down from the high platform. heard by more and more believers. Hundreds of clergymen in the audience also knelt down towards the high platform and began to chant prayers. When the believers around them saw this, they also knelt down one after another.

In the blink of an eye, millions of believers chanted hymns in unison throughout the world!

The magic circle that had been set up on the high platform suddenly shone brightly, and the seven-colored mist of light gushes out like a fountain. In the overflowing light, Mora emerged from the magic circle and slowly rose into the sky.

At this moment, Mora's whole body was surrounded by rising holy light, and her style was unparalleled.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the believers prayed even louder, almost like crazy. They touched their foreheads to the ground to express their inner piety. Therefore, few people felt that the originally blue sky was gradually turning gray.

The voices of believers praying were overwhelming, completely overwhelming the sounds of fighting in the distance. At first light, the Allied forces stepped out of their military camps and set up battle formations on the Canberra grasslands. As if it was a secret agreement, the Shenghui Alliance's army also came out of the camp at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of troops spread out in front of the Allied Powers. As expected by Emperor Feuerbach, standing in the center of the Allied Army were fifty thousand holy knights who had removed all disguises!

The Allied army deployed cavalry on both wings of the battle formation. The purpose was firstly to maneuver, and secondly to monitor the movements of the Allied army at any time to prevent them from splitting up and attacking the millions of believers who were holding a summoning ceremony in the rear. In the center of the Allied Front was the Poseidon Legion, which was equipped with giant shields. Behind these heavy infantry, there were more than ten high platforms erected, and the platforms were full of mages.

On a tens-meter-high tower erected overnight behind the Entente battle formation, the Emperor, Rogge, Alexander, Pompey and Salavange all stood on it. From here, you can overlook the entire battlefield, and you can even see the millions of believers in the dark behind the battle line from a distance. And with Rogge's eyesight, he could even see the ethereal figure of Mora in the air. However, Fatty was naturally not in a fragrant mood at this time. Seeing that everything was going well during the summoning ceremony, and the expected scene of someone causing trouble appeared, his eyes fell on the Shenghui Alliance's battle formation again.

As expected, Fatty will see many long-lost old friends today.

Sure enough, the group slowly climbed onto the high platform located at the back of the Shenghui Alliance battle formation. Two high seats had already been placed on the high platform, and one of them sat on the old figure that had long been engraved in the depths of Rogge's soul.

Today’s pope wears a gorgeous cassock, a bright crown on his head, and a ruby scepter in his hand. Only at the grandest ceremonies would he wear this suit. However, the pope's throne is not placed in the center of the high platform that represents the most revered status. Sitting in the center is a short-haired, handsome young man who makes people feel pity for him. What was strange was that his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was indifferent to everything that happened on the battlefield.

As if sensing Rogge's gaze, the young man sitting on the throne suddenly smiled, which actually startled the fat man.

At this time, the loud sound of war drums and horns brought Rogge's mind back to the battlefield. Only he, the emperor and the old steward were left on the high platform. Alexander and Pompey had already stepped down from the high platform at some point to lead their respective armies in battle. In this battle, Rogge's Ice Palace Warriors and Ice and Snow Mage Group have been handed over to these two famous generals for unified deployment, in order to maximize their combat power.

So now Rogge, who has no troops to move, has nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry. I have seen the alliance's military strength. The number of their mages is far insufficient, and their strong ones are evenly matched with ours. Although we are currently at a greater disadvantage in terms of military strength, I believe that with Alexander and Pang Under the command of General Pei, and our overwhelming advantage in the number of mages. Even without the power of the Lord of Darkness, we still have a great chance of winning." The slow and deep voice of the old manager even in the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud. It can be clearly transmitted to the ears of the emperor and Rogge.

Emperor Feuerbach looked grim and nodded. He was sitting on a high seat, holding wine in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, looking down at the entire battlefield.

As the battle became more intense, Rogge realized that he had inadvertently spent too much time on the unusually handsome and strange figure next to the Pope.

At this time, tens of thousands of knights from the Holy Knights have joined the Allied front like a furious wave!

The all-powerful sprint, the glistening spear blades, and the holy knight's resolute faces full of religious fanaticism. Together, they form a very impactful picture. Just looking at it from a distance makes it difficult to resist the overwhelming momentum. How about facing the charge of tens of thousands of holy knights head-on

But Pompey did it!

Under his command, the numerically disadvantaged Poseidon Legion was like a long embankment. Firmly blocking the violent waves in front of him. The movements of each group of Poseidon warriors were uniform. They struggled to send the five-meter dragon spear in their hands into the charging Holy Knight's horse. Then they lifted the battle ax placed at their feet and fiercely split open the huge inertia. The bodies of the holy knights were thrown away and fell from their horses!

The holy knights charged one after another, while the holy knights in the back row threw spears or tomahawks, throwing these weapons that screamed for harvesting lives into the defense line of the Poseidon warriors!

Cracks quickly appeared on the causeway.

The Poseidon warriors fell one after another. But they would rather use their bodies to act as a flesh-and-blood barrier blocking the galloping horses than take a step back from the land where they are stationed! The rushing Holy Knights often knocked away the Poseidon warriors blocking them with roars, and then were thrown off their horses and fell deep into the Allied front. Even if the Entente warriors don't attack with swords at random. A knight wearing heavy armor would hardly survive a fall like this.

The causeway is trembling, and it looks like it is getting more and more fragile. However, no matter how the tide hits it, it still remains standing!

The battle situation in the center fell into a stalemate for a while, while the situations on the two wings were different. On the left wing, the Knights belonging to the Principality of Bavaria had a strong fighting force, and relied on their huge numerical advantage to suppress the Asrovik Empire's cavalry. They also began to divide their forces to attack the flanks of the Dro Empire's infantry, forcing them to retreat continuously. On the right wing, the Glacier Army under Alexander's personal command defeated the Austro-Hungarian Knight Army, which had a similar number on the front. After suffering huge casualties, the Austro-Hungarian Empire's 30,000 light cavalry finally escaped back to their own infantry lines and got a chance to take a breather and regroup.

Bursts of brilliant light suddenly lit up over the battlefield, and then countless attack magics trailing beautiful trails crossed the sky and landed in the opponent's array. Then flames, frost, thorns, sand and dust, and even black clouds exuding a strong death aura appeared one after another on the battlefield. Behind that gorgeous light and shadow is a terrifying killing power!

After each wave of magic offensive, many empty areas will appear in the front lines of both sides. In particular, a gap was created in the queue of the Holy Knights by Mi Qi's magic! The magic resistance of the holy knights is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors. If this wave of magic falls on other troops of the alliance, the number of casualties may be doubled.

It is very obvious that the Allied side has the upper hand in this magic, regardless of the quantity or power of magic.

Before the war, Constantine once revealed that there were more than 200 light mages in the Church of Light who could play a role on the battlefield, and the Alliance had a total of about 300 mages on the battlefield this time. In comparison, the Allied Forces mobilized more than 800 magicians! This is mainly due to the prosperous magical culture of the Dro Empire. Moreover, in the past year, the Ice and Snow Mage Group of the Holy Church has also trained enough new magicians.

After the first wave of attack magic, the magicians in charge of auxiliary attacks also completed their spells. They either provided attack and defense bonuses to their own warriors, or weakened the enemy's combat power. Naturally, the Allied side, which had an absolute advantage in the number of magicians, suppressed the alliance's arrogance this round.

With the strong support of their own magicians, the Poseidon Legion's defense line was finally temporarily stabilized. At this moment, the battle lines of both sides began to intersect, and the battle entered the most brutal stage of wrestling. Both sides are like two fighters wrestling with each other, neither of them can avoid bleeding. What they are fighting for is to make the other side bleed more and faster than themselves.

Hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death on the earth, and countless magic and arrows are flying across the sky. At this time, as long as you shoot the feather arrow into the opponent's camp, you will definitely gain something. Therefore, the 10,000 heavily protected elven archers in the Allied Army played no more role than the human archers. It's just that they are using special armor-piercing poisonous arrows at the moment, and their lethality is very impressive.

Except for a few people, almost no one noticed that the sky was darkening, and the original clear blue had long been replaced by dark gray. On the ground where millions of believers gathered behind the Allied forces, the sky was completely occupied by darkness.

The darkness in the sky was very strange. It is different from the natural darkness of night. Looking from a distance, it looked more like the sky was torn apart by a pair of giant palms, revealing the deep black, lightless void hidden behind the scenes.

Against the dark background, Mora, floating in the air and dressed in white, was so beautiful and fragile that she seemed to be blown by a slightly stronger wind. It can also blow her to pieces.

Seeing her extending her arms toward that night, that day, and the endless darkness, Rogge felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Rogge already knows that the will of the gods cannot be controlled by mortals. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he led the Dark God's clone into this plane, and he didn't even know what kind of divine power the Dark God's clone would bring. Will it be like what the Great Emperor said, wherever Demogorgon sets foot, it will transform itself into a kingdom where darkness dominates everything? If that's the case, what's the point of everything he's doing now

Life or death, existence or destruction, these propositions related to the fate of the entire plane, suddenly seemed so far away from him.

Fat people don't care about the ups and downs of sentient beings. He doesn't really care about the survival of the plane. He has read the Book of Hero to the fifth page. Even if his body is destroyed, his soul can live forever in nothingness.

He looked up at the dark sky, listened to the roars and screams that filled the entire battlefield, watched the blood gradually seep into the earth, and watched countless familiar people fighting to the death for their own reasons.

Rogge suddenly felt that all of this was so strange and meaningless, just like a dream. In the dream, whether it was a hero's ambition, the love of his children, or the world's power, wealth and splendor, when he woke up, it was nothing more than a pillow. Ridiculous tears.

There had never been such a moment when he wanted to leave everything behind and be with her in the kingdom of nothingness, walking towards eternity together.

There was a faint roar between heaven and earth, shaking Rogge out of his trance. From the torn sky, several extremely thick black electric lights snaked out and hit the vast grassland. Every time a bolt of lightning falls, a large crater with a radius of 100 meters will be created on the ground! Rogge's palms were slightly sweaty, the emperor stood up nervously, and even Sarawenge, who had always been calm, opened his eyes wide. Those eyes that were always cloudy always flashed with a frightening light.

An invisible pressure spread quietly, covering a hundred miles radius.

At this moment, the eyes of all the powerful men on the battlefield fell on the expanding darkness in the sky. Their keen intuition has told them how powerful the existence hidden behind the darkness is. No matter which side they are strong in, at this moment, at this moment when the powerful existence that has not yet appeared is declaring its majesty, they are almost trembling

Rogge glanced at the millions of prostrate believers, and then at the hundreds of thousands of warriors who were risking their lives to fight. Inexplicably, I felt a touch of sadness for them. When the avatar of Bartharo Demogorgon appears, the frenzy of darkness will sweep across the earth, and the vast majority of ordinary beings, no matter which camp they belong to, will become victims of sacrifices to the Lord God.

Of course, the existence of sacred and light attributes will be the brunt of the blow, but this also includes elves.

Darkness has quietly occupied the entire sky. Even ordinary soldiers have noticed the strange phenomena between heaven and earth, and their killing movements have slowed down.

There is darkness within darkness.

The sky has been torn apart, and from the deepest part of the darkness and nothingness, a little bit of the purest darkness surges out. In front of this darkness, there is no light at all.

Rogge held his breath and waited quietly for the fateful moment.

Suddenly, a shrill cry came faintly from the distance. The cry was very familiar. It was Mora's voice!

Rogge's heart trembled. Before he could take a look at Mora's safety, light appeared in the deepest darkness!

That is absolute light!

The brilliance instantly dispelled the darkness that had occupied the entire sky just now, and redirected the entire world back to the light!

It's just that compared to this fragile plane, the brilliance is too strong.

That overwhelming brilliance contained not only indescribable majesty, but also endless heat!

The substantive light poured down from the sky like a river from the sky, and everything the holy light directly illuminated was instantly turned into nothingness under the intense heat.

The holy light is like silk, like rain, like tide!

Mora, who was standing in the sky, was first engulfed by the holy light falling from the sky. The huge wave of light and heat then drowned millions of Holy Church believers who were still unaware of the change.

"That's not the Lord of Darkness!" Rogge suddenly yelled.

At that moment, he had seen through the strongest point of holy light in the sky a slowly rotating tetrahedron of holy light!

That is the breath of the Lord of Heaven!

In front of the Lord God's endless majesty, the entire plane is trembling! As if he knew that this tiny plane was not enough to bear his own brilliance, the radiance in the sky that could destroy everything suddenly rolled back, restraining all his power.

In the blink of an eye, another piece of blue sky appeared in front of everyone.

The brilliance of that moment had already made Rogge's eyes red and swollen, and he couldn't stop crying. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly saw everything in front of him clearly. On the prairie where millions of believers once prostrated, there was now only a huge pit with a bottomless depth and a radius of several kilometers.

Rogge gave an extremely bitter smile.

He really couldn't understand why the ritual of summoning the Lord of Darkness would eventually lead to the glory of the Lord of Heaven? He looked at the Emperor and Sarawenge, and then he saw that the Emperor was sitting in a chair, with a solemn face and two lines of blood slowly flowing down from his eyes.

Despite the huge changes, Emperor Feuerbach seemed very calm. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the cheers from the alliance side like a landslide and tsunami, and then slowly said: "It seems that I read it right just now, the greatest darkness The Lord God did not come to this plane in accordance with our summons. Instead, what we summoned from the source of darkness was the Lord God of Heaven... "

There was silence on the high platform. Neither Rogge nor Sarawenge knew how to answer the emperor's question.

"Sarah Winger, have you been following me for twenty years, right?" the emperor suddenly asked.

"To be precise, it will be twenty-one years in two days."

The Emperor nodded, stood up, and groped forward. Sarawenge immediately took a step forward, supported Feuerbach, and guided him towards the steps of the high platform.

"Sarah Winger, do you think we can still win?"

"Your Majesty, the possibility always exists."

"Very good, I can no longer see my eyes. When I charge, will you guide me in the direction of the enemy?"

"It's a great honor, Your Majesty."

The two old men supported each other and slowly walked down the stairs from the high platform. Listening to the tone of their conversation, it was like two ordinary old people talking about the autumn harvest in a small rural village, calm and gentle.

For a time, only Roger was left on the high platform. He looked around blankly. Although the sky was blue and green, the wind passing by the high platform was still bleak.

There is a special feeling in the wind.

That's despair.

With a cry, Emperor Feuerbach drew out his sword and pointed forward. Sarawenge walked side by side with him, pulling the war horse for the emperor, slowly advancing towards the Holy Glory Alliance's battle line.

Seeing the Emperor advancing in the military formation, Alexander drew his sword, and Pompey, who had lost his strength, raised his crossbow. They and the Emperor mobilized their mounts at the same time to face the hundreds of thousands of allied troops in front of them.

Although countless officers of the two armies of the empire did not know what had just happened, seeing that the emperor had personally gone into battle, they all mobilized their soldiers and began to advance forward, vowing to fight to the death with the enemy in front of them!

At this time, a thick black mist could not help but pour out of Sarawenge's body, wrapping himself and the emperor in it. This black mist rolled forward, passed through Pompey's Poseidon Legion, and rushed directly into the Holy Knights!

Thousands of brave holy knights were unable to stop that black mist at all! Once they were sucked into the black mist, there was no news, and behind the black mist, there was only a road paved with gurgling blood!

At this moment, although the ordinary warriors did not understand where the changes in the world came from, they all vaguely understood that the balance of victory had tilted towards the alliance. The armies of the German Empire and other slave countries were cowering. Only the warriors of the Asrofic Empire followed their emperors and generals and launched an attack on the Holy Alliance without hesitation!

For a time, the shouts of the northern warriors overwhelmed the cheers of the Southern Confederacy!

What should you do when you are desperate? Rogge suddenly shook his head vigorously and frowned tightly. Rogge understood that the emperor wanted him to find his own way out, but although he could not summon the clone of the Lord of Darkness, the war in this plane may not be lost!

Roger decided to do something.

He knew that there was no point in escaping now. If he lost this war, no matter where he fled, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Church of Light. At most, he could become the second Rodriguez, and that would only mean that he would deal with the Church of Light for a few more years. What's more, he just discovered that the connection between himself and *** has been severed. Rogge didn't dare to think about what happened. Since the main god of the heaven could appear in the source of darkness, then no matter what happened, it was possible.

Rogge suddenly felt something strange, as if the surrounding space had once again undergone subtle changes. He slightly experienced this subtle change, his face suddenly changed, he jumped up from the high platform, and rushed towards the tower full of mages standing on the front line!

I don't know when, the day has turned into night, the blue sky has put on the evening clothes of night, and the night curtain is dotted with brilliant stars.

The sudden change of day and night was just because the handsome man sitting next to the Pope had opened his eyes. Even though they were far apart, Rogge could still clearly see the dim night sky and endless stars in his eyes.

The night coming from his eyes revealed a mysterious, delicate and fragile beauty, consistent with his appearance. It’s just that there is endless murderous intent in these beautiful stars.

Wherever he could see, all the mages were struggling in pain, and the more powerful the mages were, the weaker their struggles became! The moment night fell, two dazzling magic torches lit up on the high platform on the Allied side!

Mana ignites!

This term flashed through Rogge's mind like a flash of lightning. Rogge is no stranger to this spell that does not belong to the orthodox magic system. He can even ignite the magic power in the mage's body with the dragon's eye. However, it was done deliberately, and at most it could only deal with one or two mages at a time.

Like that man, where everything he can see is a realm ignited by magic power, how powerful is he

The battle situation that originally had a glimmer of hope turned into despair the moment the man opened his eyes.

The only thing that the Allies can rely on to turn the tide of the war is the overwhelming advantage of high-level mages. However, in a field where mana is ignited, the more powerful the mage is, the harder it is to protect himself. Moreover, the magic of the field of mana ignition at this moment is far beyond Rogge's dragon eyes. All mages with sacred mana are not affected by mana ignition! This means that the alliance is now beginning to have an overwhelming advantage in mages.

"Great Andreoli, in front of your law-breaking eyes, all those who do not believe in our Lord will only be destroyed. It seems that the Lord's glory will shine in every corner of this plane." On the high platform , the pope said slowly.

Andreoli glanced at the entire battlefield seemingly casually, but wherever his gaze fell, the mana burning field would be doubled.

Hearing the Pope's words, he smiled faintly and said in a soft and ethereal voice: "I didn't do anything. All this glory and glory should go to our Lord, the great Dismassen. Of course, the great Setan Nitoria did a lot and his brilliance should not be ignored."

His eyes filled with countless stars stared at a high platform on the Allied side, and suddenly said calmly: "That pagan is very interesting! Aga, Lennon, go and keep him!"

In response to Andreoli's call, the two huge angels who accompanied him to this plane came out of the void. They each summoned a chariot burning with the holy flames of heaven, and then followed countless holy knights. Amid cheers, he flew towards the Allied Powers.

The Pope raised his hand, and Augustus immediately leaned forward and listened to his instructions.

"Augustus, please end this war as soon as possible..."

Blood Angel nodded, then flew into the air, pointing the long sword in his hand at the battle line where the Allies were beginning to show signs of chaos!

The holy light kept lighting up under the night, and dozens of holy knights appeared one by one, with looming wings slowly waving behind them. At this moment, around the high platform, hundreds of mysterious warriors who had been standing still took off their robes one after another, and in groups of several people, they rushed towards the Allied army quickly and without hesitation.

At this moment, a curved silver light suddenly appeared in the night. It came from nothingness, cut through half of the sky in an instant, and finally landed on a huge angel riding a flaming chariot.

The dark black combat boots of Demon Lotus stretched out from the void, seemingly stepping on the flame chariot inadvertently, and then a faint wave of power spread to every corner of the heavenly chariot.

Suddenly a fireball with a diameter of a hundred meters exploded in the sky. Then another bolt of silver lightning pierced the sky. This lightning was so dazzling that it even eclipsed the huge fireball!

Then two thunderous roars of pain rang out from the sky and the earth. In the midst of these rumbling roars, Weina, dressed in a demon lotus, finally appeared. Her angular lips were constantly overflowing with golden blood, and her eyes shining with golden cross stars were staring at the blood angel flying towards her, Augustus!

In her left hand, she held a huge wing that originally belonged to Aga. The wing was still beating painfully, and her Dragon Soul Gun had long since left her hand and was nailed to the wings of another huge angel, Lennon.

The angel Aga, who had lost one of his wings, was falling to the ground. Several meters long holy flames couldn't help but burst out from his golden armor. Before he hit the ground, he turned into a huge fireball, and then crashed onto the alliance's side with a roar. In the camp, the sudden wave of holy flames swept through thousands of warriors!

Lennon was struggling painfully in the sky. He could no longer control the flaming chariot. The chariot burning with blazing flames flew forward aimlessly, then drew an arc and crashed into the Allied camp. The next moment, raging flames soared into the sky, eventually forming a mushroom-shaped fire cloud.

Suddenly a long dragon roar came from the sky, and the sacred dragon emerged from nowhere, biting the dragon soul war gun, and then shook its head violently! Lennon roared suddenly, and stabbed the giant sword burning with holy flames into the chest of the sacred dragon with his backhand. The sacred dragon let out a painful dragon roar, bit the dragon soul battle spear, turned around and fled into the distance.

The dragon soul war gun is equipped with two huge wings that are still opening and closing.

Lennon's power was still there, but the scar on his back began to spurt out a faint holy flame.

The Pope sighed and said feebly: "It was my incompetence that allowed Audreyh to regain his strength in this plane and destroyed the two glorious Angels of Power you brought..."

Andreoli smiled faintly. His eyes were not on Wella at all. He just followed Rogge and said casually: "It doesn't matter, there are too many servants like Aga and Lennon in front of my master." ”

Rogge had already landed on the high platform filled with mages, and held the crumbling Froya in his arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was biting her lower lip with her silver teeth, trying desperately to suppress the magic power that was almost boiling in her body. When she was held in Rogge's arms, she felt like a small boat hiding in a safe haven, her expression relaxed. Not only her, but also the magic power in the bodies of several mages within a few meters of Rogge gradually subsided, while the mages a little further away from Rogge were still in pain, and from time to time some of them turned into shining magic torches.

Seeing this strange situation, the mage who was still alive on the high platform crowded towards Rogge desperately.

"The damn fat Luo Ya looked extremely weak and couldn't even speak. However, after just a short time in Rogge's arms, her complexion improved a lot.

"Don't talk. I'll find a way to send you away immediately. Then you can find a place to hide in. Don't be discovered by the Light Church. Remember?" The fat man kissed her lips gently and tasted it on the tip of his tongue. A hint of bitterness.

A strong wind hit the high platform, blowing the dying mages around Rogge off the high platform. Milo's figure appeared in the wind. Just as he was about to say something, Rogge suddenly stood up and handed Froya into his hands.

What was Milo doing when he was surprised?"

The fat man said: "Take her away immediately!"

"What about you? Why don't you run away?"

Rogge smiled bitterly, turned and looked in the direction of the Holy Alliance, and sighed: "Me?... I can't escape anymore."

Milo followed Rogge's gaze and saw thousands of meters away, a pair of eyes hiding thousands of stars, looking at Rogge calmly. Milo said no more, picked up Froya and flew away into the distance.

By this time the battle situation had turned into a massacre. Behind Augustus, dozens of holy knights with faint wings of light rushed forward like meteors into the black mist that was still advancing tenaciously. The black mist remained still for a moment, and then a pillar of flames rose into the sky in the center, hundreds of meters into the sky, and then gradually dissipated.

Where the flame pillar rose, there was only a blank area with a diameter of a hundred meters.

Death Squad pulled the rapier out of a Templar's throat, his feet swaying slightly. He looked at the new group of sanctuaries that had gathered around him, and his face gradually became serious. Each group of temples will have two or three warriors responsible for melee combat, an archer for long-range attacks, several mages, and one or two templar warriors dedicated to protecting the mages. With such a combination, this group of holy temples is enough to send a strong man from the holy realm to destruction.

There are only a few strong men who can break through the holy realm, but those who are close to the holy realm can be cultivated in large numbers.

Relying on the terrifying power of the rapier in their hands, the Death Squad has sent the two groups of temples to the point of no return. But in the blink of an eye, a third group surrounded him again. Ban didn't expect any help. He knew that all the strong men in the sanctuary on his side would definitely face threats from the second and third groups of sanctuaries. He took a deep breath, gathered up the last of his fighting spirit, shook the seven-colored thin sword in his hand, and suddenly jumped over the head of the temple, pounced on the mages hiding behind.

There was a soft choking sound, and an aqua-blue long sword made of pure fighting spirit held the Death Squadron's rapier.

In this war-torn battlefield, Prosis still looked so calm.

Destructive winds or flames were constantly falling from the sky, and occasionally white or golden feathers would fall down. Under the night, there were floating colored lights and drifting space gaps everywhere, and it was impossible to see the figures of Wella and Augustus who were fighting desperately.

Rogge wielded the Blade of Mork with one hand and held the blue starry sky with the other, sweeping through the two groups of temples like a breeze, leaving only a dozen broken bodies behind him. Then he stretched out his arms and blocked nearly a hundred people who were pouring into the church.

However, no matter whether the fat man was charging, retreating, soaring or hiding, Andreoli's eyes were always fixed on him without any deviation.

The seraph who came with the stars seemed to have no interest in other people, nor did he care about the progress of the battle. He just looked at Rogge steadily.

On this extremely tragic battlefield, time actually passes very slowly. Milo, who was flying quickly with Froya in his arms, had not yet flown out of the battlefield.

The pope's old but powerful voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth: "...the Lord said that what should be stopped will not go forward!"

Roger was horrified!

This is such a familiar voice...

He raised his head, looked at the world that was losing its color bit by bit, and sighed deeply. An invisible force spread quietly. Within a few meters around the fat man, the blood was still bright red and the sword was still blue.

But when the world completely lost its color, another voice that was clear enough to penetrate cracked gold and stone sounded: "God said that time is like passing water, passing away and never returning! Those who should move forward..."

At this time, the world has completely turned into a world where black and white dominate everything, and it is also a world of absolute silence. At this moment, Eiffel's voice also disappeared.

However, Rogge knew that this time the Pope's great prophecy was disturbed, so the stasis of all things in the world would not last as long as when the great prophecy was activated in the past. His heart moved slightly, he looked up at the colorless sky, and made several actions in succession.

In this silent world, only the Pope’s voice still echoes in the depths of everyone’s soul: “… You are born according to the brilliance of the Lord and walk with the glory of the Lord. However, at the end of the road of betrayal and degradation, All the light you stole will fade away. Only the chains..."

Rogge's estimate was indeed correct. Before the Pope finished speaking, the world returned to its original color. The moment everything came to an end, Rogge's figure also disappeared from the spot.

The Pope's finger pointed to the void. At his finger, Wella popped out of the void in response. The dark black demon lotus was wrapped with dozens of criss-crossing chains of Holy Light, which were shrinking in response to the Pope's voice.

At this time, Eiffel's voice sounded again: "In the name of the gods, grant the angel in front of you the blessing to move freely..."

Brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the chains that trapped Wella exploded one by one.

However, due to the conflict between the two contradictory prophecies, Eiffel's voice suddenly became mute. At this moment, Constantine's tall figure stood in front of Eiffel, and his hands shackled by faith stretched forward to resist the two fierce energies that were surging with each other in the void!

The Pope's eyes crossed the distance of a thousand meters and fell on Constantine, seeming to sigh with great regret.

Constantine shouted loudly, and the holy light around him was like flames, and he forcibly withstood the impact of the two prophecies!

However, he suddenly discovered to his horror that all the holy power in his body was melting in the enclave like snow meeting the bright sun! In the blink of an eye, the energy turbulence formed by the entanglement of the two prophecies has found a breakthrough. If there is a sudden flash flood, the extremely violent energy that rushed into the Cardinal did not damage the Cardinal's body, but It blew away his fallen soul.

Before his consciousness dissipated, the Pope's prophecy echoed repeatedly in the depths of Constantine's soul: "... But at the end of the road of betrayal and decadence. All the brilliance you stole will dissipate... "

With a bang, the shackles of faith exploded. Until the last moment, the cardinal did not understand how he had fallen.

The cardinal's majestic body slowly fell down, and he was finally unable to give Eiffel any more protective wings. However, the pope's big prophecy once again resounded throughout the world, and this time the target was actually aimed at Eiffel! "The Lord controls everything. The Lord created the world! What the Lord said to destroy will not exist!"

Eiffel opened her mouth, but only a mouthful of blood spurted out, and no sound came out. In fact, all the voices on the battlefield at this moment have been suppressed by the Pope's great prophecy. The Pope's voice was so loud that most people could no longer hear a sound at all!

At this time, there was a leisurely sigh, and Hughes quietly appeared in front of Effier. Hughes, who had always been calm, looked indescribably solemn, solemn and sad at the moment.

Hughes raised his hand and pointed at Eiffel, and his loud voice was no less than that of the Pope!

"The Lord controls everything. The Lord created the world! What the Lord says will last forever will be immortal!"

This time when two contradictory prophecies met, there was a silent thunder! The sound of thunder spread thousands of miles in an instant. No one knows what kind of storm it stirred up in this plane and how many tangible and intangible existences were destroyed.

Hughes looked at the sky. Sighing lowly: "Effier, let's go, we have tried our best..."

After that, he picked up Effie, who was no longer able to stand, and slowly walked into the void.

Snapped! A beautiful tea can fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

In the sky, Wella's wings were spread out, and the remaining chains on the demon lotus disappeared without a trace. She stared at the giant sword thrust by Augustus. His face became more and more shady. From the moment she entered the battle, she killed two Power Angels in a short period of time, fought fiercely with the Blood Angel Augustus, and withstood the impact of the Pope's Preventive Mastery prophecy. Even though she is famous for her perfect fighting art Angel of Light, at this moment, the power is close to being exhausted.

What's more, Andreoli is sitting firmly on the high platform!

Maybe others couldn't see it, but in Wella's eyes, six sky-blue wings were clearly reflected!

There was a bitterness in Wella's heart. Ever since she had to fall, she knew that such a day would come.

She also tried to fight. However, the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness always filled her chest, so she was unable to make any progress in the divine realm. Weena knew that no matter how far she advanced in the divine realm, she would never be able to compete with the brilliance of the main god of the heaven. Therefore, Hao has always been waiting for the day of judgment in prison in the numbness of the world, and is ready to accept any fate.

Such a memory was sealed by her in the deepest part of the origin of God. She believed that *** could not see this memory. When the Day of Judgment really came, Wella realized that the feeling of suffering fate was so bitter.

She fell into a slight trance. But he still instinctively grabbed the sword's edge, but Augustus' giant sword suddenly deflected and dodged Wella's lightning-like grab. Wella was shocked to see that such a result even Augustus Everyone was surprised! Before she could pursue him, Blood Angel's expression changed, and his figure appeared a hundred meters away in a blink of an eye.

In his original position. There was a flash of aqua-blue brilliance, and then the fat man finally appeared after being chopped into pieces.

"What are you doing! Let's go!" the fat man roared.

"how about you?"

"I can't leave!" The fat man roared like thunder.

Suddenly a soft voice came from the void: "That's not necessarily the case!"

Before the voice fell, Adelene had already stepped out of the void, blocking Andreoli's gaze at Rogge.

Thousands of meters away, Andre Orian could not sit still, but with a smile on his face, he glanced at Adelene seemingly inadvertently.

Adelene groaned, and her body immediately spurted out surging black flames. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a burning torch! Adelene in the flames endured the pain of being burned by magic power, but she did not scream or move.

ghost! "The fat man cursed, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Adelene and met Andreoli's gaze. Then an invisible force field came out from his body, covering Adelene's body. The body instantly extinguished the black flames on her body.

Seeing the fat man return to his sight, the eyes of the six angels with stars on their wings became gentle again.

The next change was completely beyond Wella's imagination. She only felt that her eyes were blurry, and there was already a dying Eli Guoreni in her arms; then her wings tightened behind her, and she was caught by the fat man again. Wella's whole body went limp, and she immediately felt an irresistible force coming from her, and was thrown into the space storm!

Wei Na suddenly felt confused. In that very short moment, for some reason, her senses and reactions seemed to have become a thousand times slower.

Before the ripples in the space had time to dissipate, the Blood Angel, whose whole body was wrapped in the holy flame, had already flown through the air. The tip of the giant sword in his hand lit up a little, trying to destroy the space barrier before it was fully restored. Wella forced out of the void again.

An inexplicable feeling quietly spread throughout Augustus's body, and he suddenly had an intuition that he seemed to have entered a kingdom of knowledge.

Rogge's figure quietly appeared, blocking the space ripples. He stared coldly at the powerful Blood Angel in the continent, and slowly mentioned the blue starry sky.

Augustus stopped his momentum, looked into Rogge's eyes, and frowned slightly. From those eyes, he read determination. This is the last thing the Blood Angels want to read during their years of fighting.

He understood that at this moment, as long as Fatty was still alive, no one could even think of traveling through space from here!

A ball of holy fire exploded in the sky, and another flash of blue starlight flashed.

In that fateful moment, Augustus and Rogge had exchanged places.

The starry sky fell from the sky with scattered stardust, and then penetrated deeply into the ground that was already soaked in blood, with only a short blade of the sword exposed. The countless shining star fragments drew a clear trajectory from the sky to the earth, which lasted for a long time.

With a strange smile on his face, Rogge used his last strength and pulled hard! However, his consciousness was rapidly blurring and his strength was rapidly dissipating. Although he caught the Blood Angel's wings, he was unable to tear them off.

In the decisive battle thousands of years ago, were the elves who failed to wait for the miracle of Hilo also once been so desperate

Rogge thought drowsily, his hands slowly loosened, and his body slowly fell (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)