The faint morning light quietly falls on every corner of the secret realm. Looking out from between the white stone pillars in the corridor, the mountains are filled with attractively bright and gorgeous colors. w w w. q u a n b e n .c o m
Although he knew that these beautiful scenery were not formed by nature, Rogge still felt a sense of joy in his heart. At this moment, his face was pale and his feet were weak. If Fatty had not glimpsed the power composition of the Holy Flame in the Heaven through the flame sword left by the Angel of Power, and converted all the power in his body into sacred attributes, how would he have been able to gain a foothold in the Holy Flame
As long as there is still a trace of darkness or death in the body, it will be like a drop of honey, introducing all the destructive power of the holy flame into Rogge's body.
Although Fatty's body is like a monster, the holy flames of heaven can easily dissociate fine steel. Even if he can fight with the same holy power, the burning pain in his soul cannot be described in words.
Along the way, Rogge was greeted by all the holy churches he encountered respectfully. Roger smiled and returned the greetings one by one. He knew in his heart that if these churches knew that he had lost all his strength at this moment, they would not ignore the strict rules of the church and immediately rush to kill him. However, he believed that only through the eyes of these holy churches, he could not see his reality at all.
The fat man was now like an extremely tired lion, walking proudly among the wolves.
In fact, even if the saints knew that Rogge was very weak, they might not dare to take action. In the dragon-slaying battle that day, not only did a three-headed dragon that had never been seen before by the Holy Church suddenly fall in front of Rogge, but the seven-colored dragon that was as beautiful as a god and as powerful as a god also fell! And just at the last moment, the beautiful colorful dragon had the absolute upper hand, seemingly trying to kill Rogge!
Even the legendary dragon fell in front of this heartless and unintentional fat man, so what existence could stop him
After this battle, all the holy churches showed respect to Rogge on the surface, but also had a little inner fear.
Rogge walked to his hall while admiring the scenery. At the main entrance of the main hall, Qin Zhengzhuoyue stood there, looking anxiously. Seeing the fat man walking slowly forward, a joy flashed across her face. He directly blessed himself with magic and flying skills, and quickly rushed in front of Rogge.
"Dear Lord of the Temple, you are finally here! ***... *** There seems to be some changes, I am not sure. But the atmosphere in your room is completely different from before..." Although Qin was anxious, she still remained calm. Some etiquette.
The fat man only heard the word ***, and his figure immediately flashed and disappeared without a trace.
Outside the main hall, Qin stood dumbly for a moment, sighed heavily, and flew towards the main hall. Everyone in the church knew how important the little girl named *** was in Rogge's heart. If something really happened to her, the fat man would probably kill all the descending angels in a rage. When Qin felt something was wrong in the room, she once thought about breaking in. However, facing two doors with alternating frost and green, she tried her best, but she couldn't even get within five meters of the door!
Qin finally decided to satisfy Fatty as much as possible. As long as she could give him no excuse to trouble the descending angels, she would give anything. Qin was puzzled by the Pope's decision, and she was angry at Fatty's misbehavior but dared not speak out. She was a descended angel, and she had used her identity to secretly pray to heavenly gods and high-ranking angels, but no matter how hard she tried, there was no response.
When Rogge stood in front of the door of his dormitory, the frost and green on the door, which would alternately change many times in an instant, disappeared without a trace. The two brass doors looked completely normal.
The fat man frowned, stood with his hands behind his back, and remained silent.
Silence.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window and blew the brass door shut. When it encountered obstruction, it turned back again.
Two doors that are solid, heavy and have a history of hundreds of years. Suddenly, it turned into extremely broken copper powder in the wind. Against the backdrop of the morning light, a puff of light golden mist filled the entire hall.
In the golden mist, the figures of two girls slowly emerged. Whether they had silver eyes or blue eyes, they looked at the door that suddenly disappeared with surprise. They did not expect this to happen. They looked at each other, the surprise on their faces was instantly replaced by frost, and they turned their heads, neither of them looking at the other.
Rogge looked at the two girls in silence, speechless.
He already understood why Jean was panicking. At this moment, the aura of the police is looming, and it is no longer the same situation as a few days ago when the murderous aura was overflowing. Naifei's body began to faintly glow with green light, and she began to show a faint aura of strength.
But none of this matters.
The fat man looked at his wife, then at Naifei, repeating this process without stopping.
Last night was a night when Fatty endured the burning of the holy flames and endured tremendous pressure. For him, this night was naturally very long. Longness should just be a feeling, but seeing *** and Naifei at this moment, Fatty suddenly felt that last night seemed really, really long.
At this moment, the girl is a full head taller. If she were standing on the ground, she would be no longer much shorter than the fat man. She would always be floating in the air. She looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, her childishness was gone, and her supreme beauty made her whole body seem to be shrouded in light smoke, like a dream.
On the other side, Naifei has become twelve or thirteen years old, and her growth rate is even more amazing. She looks a little shorter than ***, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is extremely delicate. If she were fully grown, she should not be much inferior to ***. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is temperament.
***It is as cold as ice, both cold and proud. Naifei, on the other hand, looks lively and cute, which makes me feel pity for her.
"Are they fighting again?" Fatty asked coldly.
The two girls shook their heads at the same time, firmly denying it.
Rogge smiled bitterly and stretched out his hands to the two girls out of habit. As a result, the fat man's eyes were dazzled, and *** jumped directly into his arms, while Naifei climbed on his shoulders. It's just that they are actually quite big now, and it is really difficult to shrink into the fat man's arms.
Rogge looked at the girl at a very close distance and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy because his mind had grown up along with his body, and he was no longer the little girl who didn't care about anything. She stared at the fat man blankly, also in a daze, unable to react for a while.
A small cloud of icy wind suddenly exploded in the hall, and the fat man groaned and flew backwards. While he was still in the air, he straightened his body and stopped in the air.
And *** stood in the hall, his silver eyes tilted to the side, as if he was afraid to look at the fat man. She looked calm on the surface, but her delicate hands unknowingly grasped the skirt of her clothes.
Naifei, on the other hand, had no scruples and sat on Rogge's shoulders in a grand manner, with a pair of long legs swinging in front of his chest, looking extremely proud.
At this unexplainable moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the main hall, and a whole church rushed towards Rogge. The leader of the church, Cardinal Burke of Lille, who saluted Rogge, came. News that the poets you are looking for have been brought to St. James Cathedral and are waiting for your orders. " There was doubt in his tone, and he didn't understand why Rogge suddenly thought of searching for the poet on a large scale.
The fat man said calmly: "Inform Cardinal Burke and I'll be there right away."
The temple took the order and left.
Rogge looked at the police again, shook his head with a smile, and headed outside the palace first. *** lowered his head slightly and followed him silently.
At this moment, the fat man was reminiscing about the hug just now, and he felt quite emotional: "***This guy... looks really good!"
At this moment, Naifei, who was sitting on his shoulder, seemed to feel something and suddenly laughed.
After a while, the fat man stepped out of the teleportation magic circle with two little girls and a total of forty saints. Cardinal Burke, who had been waiting by the teleportation magic circle, did not expect so many people to appear from the teleportation magic circle, and couldn't help but be surprised. When he saw that all those who came were Templars and Battle Mages, he was even more surprised. He quickly rushed forward with a smile on his face.
After many years of separation, Cardinal Burke has passed away. His head had almost fallen off, but fortunately the cardinal's high crown covered his shiny bald head. Burke's beard has turned white, and his face is no longer as shrewd and brave as it used to be, but is replaced by slickness and flattery.
At this moment, Burke only has level 14 light magic power. After many years, his magic power has not advanced but retreated. I don't know if it is due to the years or the result of his abandonment.
Rogge looked at Cardinal Burke intently, and the past suddenly came to his mind. But these emotions passed through his frozen heart like a breeze, passing without leaving any trace.
Rogge nodded slightly to Burke and said calmly: "Take me to meet those poets!"
"Yes!" Burke agreed and said with a charming smile: "Of course I will do my best to do what the noble Lord of the Temple has ordered. Now all the slightly famous poets in the entire principality have asked me to do it. Come here! You will definitely be satisfied! Having said that, Mr. Rogge, when we first met, I was amazed by your talent and knew that you were definitely not a thing in the pool! No, you are thirty He became the Lord of the Holy Church at the age of 2, which has never happened before in the entire history of the Church of Light!"
Without saying a word, Rogge led two little girls, surrounded by forty saints, and walked toward the front hall with murderous intent.
Despite the cold reception, Burke continued to flatter him endlessly and tirelessly along the way.
The fat man strode into the narthex of St. James's Cathedral. At this moment, there are hundreds of poets gathered in the cathedral that can accommodate a thousand believers. They seem to have been waiting for a long time, and many of them must have come reluctantly. Burke said please, but who knows how he got so many poets here in such a short period of time
These poets were angry and noisy, and each one shouted the anger in his heart in a high-pitched voice. Maybe one poet will only wait in the hall in fear, but a hundred poets will feel that they can fight against the entire knights. There are now four to five hundred poets in the hall. Judging from their momentum, it may be that the glory of the Supreme God when he created the gods is nothing more than this.
And this is an excellent opportunity to show off their talents, how can poets let it go? So everyone straightened their necks and sang a poetic protest in the high notes of an aria, which was really a spectacle. Its noisyness was inferior to even the busiest market that Rogge had ever been to.
At this moment, the side door of the hall opened, and Rogge strode to the center of the hall. He looked up at the altar out of habit. Seeing that the altar was neither the Supreme God nor Dismassen, he went directly to the altar and stopped. Burke had already inquired about the various hobbies of the new Lord of the Temple in detail. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately moved a heavy chair and trotted it behind Rogge.
The fat man snorted and sat down slowly. Forty saints immediately spread out in all directions and surrounded the main hall.
Seeing that the situation was different, the poets' emotions at the boiling point quickly cooled down. The hall fell into silence in an instant, and the angry poets' flaming passion disappeared in an instant.
Rogge glanced around and saw all the poets looking at him, and then said slowly: "I am the current master of the temple."
There was an immediate buzz among the poets. During the First World War, the Church of Light directly participated in the war, and the name of the Holy Church and the Holy Knights immediately spread throughout the world. The poets discussed for a while and then became quiet again, waiting for Rogge's next words.
"The purpose of calling everyone here this time is to ask you to show off your talents and talents. Each of you can write a few psalms to praise the glorious Lord God Dismasson. We will select a few of the best ones from your hymns and include them in the church. In the book of hymns. I will recommend the poets who wrote these psalms. From now on, I will join the church and write hymns specifically for the Church of Light. I think there is no need to say more about the benefits. Anyway, it is definitely much better than you think. . Of course, if the hymns written by anyone are too far behind their past standards, it will be a sin of blasphemy."
The threats and temptations of the fat man made all the church members frown. Except for a few poets, most of them have bright eyes.
At this time, the waiters brought in paper and pens, and hundreds of poets rushed forward, grabbed paper and pens, and dispersed to various parts of the hall to meditate hard. The few who looked at the swords of the saints had no choice but to pick up paper and pen, sighing and pondering the poems.
The fat man stood up. He didn't have the patience to waste time with these poets. After telling the church to take a good look at these poets, he took the two girls and left.
A moment later, Roger, Kate, and Franco reunited at Helen. This time, the dazzling faces of *** and Naifei made them stunned, especially Franco, whose gloomy face showed admiration.
As usual, Rogge asked *** and Naifei to wait next door. As soon as he sat down, Franco asked: "I heard that you recently ordered a search for poets everywhere. Why is this?"
The fat man smiled and wanted to write more poems praising the Lord God Dismassen so that my men could have some new ways to pray. The hymns of the Church of Light have remained unchanged for hundreds of years, and the gods in the sky must have long been tired of hearing them. "
"Dismassen? Why haven't I heard of such a main god?" Franco asked doubtfully.
The fat man smiled and said: "Dismassen's existence is unknown, but there is no doubt about his brilliance. As long as I can make him happy, then no matter what I do, it won't be a big problem. Those who want to take advantage of the opportunity of prayer to secretly sue me Guys like this will realize that even the angels in front of the throne of the Lord God will not be interested in listening to what they have to say. This is called deceiving the superiors."
Franco remained silent for a long time and sighed: "Roger, I really don't understand you at all."
Fatty Xiaoxiao, I really envy you. The more you know about some things, the more painful it will be, so it is better to know less. "
At this time, Kate picked up a long sword and pushed it from the table to Roger. She had already conveyed your words to Mr. Prosise. He thought for a long time and finally asked me to bring this sword to you. "
Rogge picked up the long sword on the table, slowly pulled out half of it, and quietly looked at the azure sword blade and the scattered stardust. After a long time, he sighed heavily and sheathed the blue starry sky.
Kate frowned and asked: "Andre... Miss Delonie, if she was really killed by Lady Catherine, then I think Mr. Prosise means that he does not intend to take revenge."
Rogge was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Kate, please do me one more favor. Go and tell Prosis that I want to see him again and invite him to the church to visit the Church of Light for hundreds of years. inherited."
Seeing that the fat man had returned to the temple early, Qin Wei showed doubts. It seemed that Rogge had been doing nothing this day. She then saw Naifei and *** behind the fat man, and was immediately frightened by their looks!
Rogge ignored her and walked directly to his hall.
Qin lowered her head until Rogge disappeared inside the palace door, then raised her head and stared blankly at the hall in the distance. Her mind was filled with the faces of *** and Naifei. Her heart suddenly tightened slightly.
Rogge left *** and Naifei in the room, and entered the magic laboratory at the back of the hall alone. The magic laboratory specially prepared for him by the church has three floors, and there are all kinds of rare magic raw materials in it. There are also over fifty magic apprentices and several temple battle mages waiting at Rogge's disposal at any time.
When the fat man pushed open the door of the magic laboratory, a roar came to his face. All kinds of brilliance came and went in the laboratory, and magicians were shuttled back and forth, busy non-stop.
Rogge was very satisfied. He walked directly through the laboratory hall and came to the small experimental hall that only he could enter. There is only one magic circle in the hall, and energy of various different attributes is being gathered into this magic circle from dozens of magic circles spread throughout the magic laboratory. In the center of the magic circle, there was a small group of extremely pale red flames beating weakly.
Rogge stared closely at this small ball of flame, his eyes slowly turning silver.
This is a fragment of the soul of the flame tyrant Tangke Bakala that he fought hard to snatch back from the space storm. In the whole world, perhaps only the church of the Church of Light has such manpower and material resources to slowly strengthen a fragment of the soul with an unimaginable amount of magical raw materials.
Rogge slowly stretched out his hand towards the soul fragment of Tangke Bakala. The small group of red flames suddenly started beating violently, seeming to be full of fear of Rogge's hand.
Rogge's hand slowly blurred, as if it had lost its entity, leaving only a faint shadow. This shadow is still changing, sometimes filled with silver light, sometimes shining with blue starlight. After the light and shadow changed several times, Rogge finally grasped the flame!
A ball of violent flames suddenly exploded in the room. When the flames dissipated, Rogge stared at the palm of his hand with a serious look on his face.
In the palm of his hand, there was a small point of green light swimming slowly. The aura of this light was so familiar, after all, he had had too many experiences with it.
This green light contains the divine power of the goddess of nature!
Rogge clenched his fists, raised his head, looked in the direction of his bedroom, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He stood for a moment and then suddenly strode away.
The next moment, Roger had appeared in his room. He ignored *** and Naifei who were glaring at each other, went directly into the inner room, and closed the door tightly.
A little green light slowly appeared in Rogge's palm. He looked at the beautiful green light, smiled strangely, and clasped his hands together, ready to rub it down.
At this moment, a figure passed by like lightning, snatched the green light from Rogge's hand, and then shrank to the corner of the room.
Roger didn't care how she got through the closed door. He just stared at Naifei huddled in the corner of the room, smiled gently, and stretched out his hand to her. "
Naifei shook her head vigorously, hid her hands tightly behind her back, her eyes turned green, and began to look around.
But she saw *** at a glance.
Rogge's hand was still stretched out in front of her, but the warm smile on his face was slowly disappearing.
Naifei looked at ***'s cold silver eyes, at Rogge's firm hand, and finally met his cold eyes. At this moment, one of Rogge's eyes turned into a dragon's eye, and the other contained the endless starry sky.
Naifei's eyes dimmed, and he finally lowered his head, slowly stretched out his right hand, and spread his palm. There was nothing between her slender fingers that were trembling slightly, and the green light had long gone.
"Be obedient, Naifei. Tell me where you hid it. You must have eaten it, right?" Rogge squatted down and stared at Naifei and asked.
Naifei's head lowered lower and lower, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and her green eyes were filled with tears. Upon hearing Rogge's question, her body trembled slightly, like a frightened kitten. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly wiped her eyes hard, and then stretched out her left hand that had always been hidden behind her back.
There was a sharp dagger in her slender hand, and the handle of the dagger was facing Rogge at the moment.
Rogge was stunned for a moment.
The dagger was trembling, it was her hand holding the blade that was trembling. Another drop of crystal water fell into several small splashes in front of her feet.
Rogge woke up in horror. He snatched the dagger from Naifei's hand and held her tightly in his arms.
Nephi immediately burst into tears.
Rogge sighed, gently stroked her soft blue, and whispered: "Okay, don't cry anymore. No matter what relationship you have with the goddess of nature, you are my daughter, my Naifei... Since I can tolerate it in my heart How can the entire plane not accommodate my daughter?"
Just his comfort made Naifei cry even harder.
At some point, he kept staring at her breasts, and the light in his eyes slowly became softer. But she still snorted and turned around and left the room.
dusk.
Rogge sat on the top of the hall, staring at the blood-like sunset in the distance. Bursts of faint prayers echoed in the mountains, adding a mysterious color to this beautiful scenery.
As the sun sets slowly over the mountains, the evening prayers in the church also end. Rogge stood up, spat out a puff of faint black air from his mouth, and a faint golden glow began to appear on his face.
Looking at the church in twos and threes walking out of the prayer hall, Rogge smiled slightly, and he even began to like these guys. After all, the power brought by their prayers really made him feel very, very comfortable. This was the first time in his life that Fatty experienced this feeling.
Praying in the morning and evening seems to be a must for every member of the church. The content of the prayers is the same and has not changed for hundreds of years. It’s nothing more than singing praises to the Supreme God. But a few days ago, the fat man brought back a thick stack of hymns and changed all the contents of the morning and evening prayers. In the first half, All Saints Church will sing praises to the glorious Dismassen, and the content of the songs will be different every day. The second half is about praising fat people, and it must be pious!
All the holy churches have long been accustomed to Rogge's incomprehensible orders. The church's always rigorous style made them wholeheartedly sing praises to Rogge without any watering down.
After the morning prayer, the fat man seemed to be a new person, full of energy. But when he walked off the top of the hall and walked towards the teleportation hall, the brilliance on his body had long since disappeared. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary fat man with no power.
The fat man stood alone in the teleportation hall, waiting quietly. The main hall has more than ten small doors. Behind most portals, there is a teleportation circle leading to a certain cathedral. He didn't wait long, one of the small doors was opened, and the expressionless Star Sword Master Prosis slowly walked out from behind the door.
Roger took a few steps forward and saluted Prosis. Smiling and saying: "Dear Mr. Prosis, you are willing to come. This is the glory of the entire church!"
Prosis looked at Rogge, and finally his eyes fell on the starry sky around the fat man's waist, and his expression darkened slightly.
Rogge looked down on Prosis's expression, but just smiled and said: "Dear Mr. Prosis, you are Anne's teacher. This time I invite you to visit the Great Temple of Light. The greatest secret, the Temple of Purgatory Angels. I hope it can help you take a step further in your understanding of power."
Hearing the words "Purgatory Angel Temple", Prosis' face that seemed to be completely emotionless could not help but feel horrified.
The Purgatory Heavenly Master Temple is as dark and deep as ever. The space is filled with unknown and strange forces. This power is invisible and traceless, but it seems to directly affect the soul. Walking in the hall, every time footsteps broke the silence, it would arouse a scream that echoed endlessly in the hall.
Prosis had completely concealed the surprise on his face. From the moment he entered the hall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make his footsteps silent. But he had no time to explore its secrets. Because the first statue of the Purgatory Angel has appeared in his field of vision.
In every palace and in front of every statue, Prosis would stand there for a long time as if he had lost his soul. Until Roger urged. Then he reluctantly walked to the next hall.
Rogge was very patient. While walking around the halls with Prosis, he asked casually: "Anne always respected you very much during her lifetime, and obviously, you also liked her very much, otherwise you wouldn't have left the blue sky to her." She did.
Prosis nodded, most of his mind still focused on the statue in front of him, and he answered after a long time: "She is the most talented of all my disciples. I have always regarded her as my daughter. "
Rogge stood next to Prosis and accompanied him to look at the statue of the Angel of Purgatory. After a while, he slowly said: "Now that the pattern of the war has been determined, the war in the world has long become insignificant. I heard that the Grand Duke is leading the army. We have already captured Ohinia, and are about to march into the Asrophic Empire itself. The Grand Duke will not be able to come back within a few months..."
Prosis frowned, his eyes finally left the statue of the Angel of Purgatory and looked at Rogge. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Rogge's soul and explore his true thoughts. Rogge stood with a smile, as if he didn't feel the murderous intent in Prosis' eyes at all.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Prosis finally said: "Master Rogge, your magic power is as good as that of Master Hierro and Lhasa, and I once heard that your relationship with Anne is extraordinary. So this revengeful The sharp blade should not be lifted by me."
Rogge smiled and said, "Mr. Prosis, for someone like me who converted to the church after being captured, you must also know the special status of me." I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are secretly watching my every move! So when I just raised the sharp blade in my hand, there must have been a strong hand pressing me down. "
Prosise stared at Rogge for a while, and then focused his attention on the statue of the Angel of Purgatory again, and said calmly: "There are some enemies that cannot be provoked, and she is one of them. She is not as simple as she seems on the surface. , there are many secrets in her that you don’t know.
Rogge was silent for a while, then smiled and said I would still go and provoke her. For Anne's sake, could you please tell me when the Grand Ducal Palace was no longer under your protection? "
"Any time."
The fat man nodded and said nothing more.
Although the two walked slowly, they finally arrived at the final twin halls.
Prosis looked up at the statue floating in the air, with a look of astonishment on his face. He found that this statue was different from the statue in the previous hall. There is a faint but extremely majestic aura of cold pride in the statue. For a moment, Prosis felt that this faint breath seemed to be under great pressure. For a moment, he had the urge to retreat!
The Star Sword Master clenched his fist slightly, and there seemed to be faint stardust floating out from around his body, and he was able to withstand this invisible pressure.
Prosis suddenly let out a sigh, and the stars around him were shining brightly, and he slowly walked towards the statue.
Although he couldn't see it, he could already feel that there was a surging and terrifying force underneath the statue. This power is soaring, carrying the pure and powerful sacred aura, but it is all-pervasive. Even Prosis' soul felt the burning pain. It feels like this extremely powerful force is like a large burning flame.
Prosis was frightened and happy at the same time. This power is powerful, pure, and mysterious, and just complements the fighting spirit of the stars. As long as he can unlock the mystery of this flaming power, then his starry sky fighting spirit will enter a whole new realm!
With every step forward, Prosis would feel the pressure on him increase greatly, and this power was so overbearing that it even forcibly ablated the stardust surrounding his defense! He concentrated on resisting the erosion of the mysterious power. While carefully exploring the secret of power.
At this moment, Rogge's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Dear Mr. Prosis, this is what I want you to look at on earth, the holy flame in heaven!"
Prosis was slightly startled, and suddenly realized that the surrounding space had turned into a deep night sky without knowing when, and countless brilliant stars were slowly floating around him. He was startled for a moment, and then realized that these stars were not actually formed by his starry sky fighting energy. The defense formed by his starry sky fighting spirit has disappeared without a trace!
At the moment when the Starry Sky Sword Master lost all his power, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a powerful force came from him. Prosis finally lost his reserve and screamed. Involuntarily, he fell into the blazing holy flames of heaven!
At the moment of severe pain in his body, Prosis finally saw the true form of the heavenly holy flame.
It was a beautiful, mysterious, powerful and arrogant flame.
Then the whole world dimmed, and the extremely hot heavenly flame instantly melted his fragile eyes.
Amidst the darkness and pain, Rogge's cold voice clearly reached his ears: "There are some enemies that you cannot provoke, and I am one of them."
The Holy Flame of Heaven was like a waking monster. It roared and swallowed the delicious prey in an instant, and then fell asleep with satisfaction.
Looking at the heavenly holy flame that had dropped a lot, Rogge also smiled with satisfaction. In his hand, the sapphire with endless stars was quietly exuding charming brilliance.
The fat man thought for a while, swallowed the sapphire in one gulp, and wanted to leave. But he took two steps and suddenly stopped again. He looked up at the statue for a long time before sighing heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and finally a look of relief appeared on his face.
He suddenly jumped up and moved forward strangely in the deep space. In an instant, he rushed to the statue, hugged her, and kissed her hard on the cold lips!
As soon as the fat man succeeded in striking, he immediately flew far away and suddenly flashed out of the Twin Palace. He laughed triumphantly and walked away.
In Youjian's twin halls, the statue's face is as cold as before, except that the corners of its mouth are slightly curved, as if there is a smile.
In the holy and solemn Great Temple of Light, the fat man hummed a ditty all the way and walked lightly towards the Pope's prayer hall as if he didn't even move.
Augustus was standing outside the door of the prayer hall, waiting for Roger. Seeing the fat man's frivolous appearance, the Blood Angel frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "Lord Rogge, as the Lord of the Holy Church, you should pay attention to some etiquette in this holy place."
Rogge chuckled! Anyway, I don’t know if I will die or die soon, and there is a high possibility that I will be finished. He said, Mr. Augustus, don’t keep a straight face all day long! No expression does not necessarily mean that So majestic! But having said that, your wings feel really good!"
After saying that, the fat man patted Augustus on the shoulder very affectionately and strode into the Pope's prayer room.
Augustus' face turned green and white, and he stood there for a moment, then smiled bitterly. As the fat man walked into the prayer room.
When the Pope saw the two people coming in, he slowly closed the Book of Light in his hand, weakly walked to the bookshelf, and put the thick book back into its place with difficulty. Such a simple action made the old pope gasp for a long time.
After his breathing subsided, the Pope stretched out his hand. Dip a little fragrant dew into the chalice next to the reading table and sprinkle it in front of you. He murmured: "In the glorious name of the Lord, those who believe in the Lord will be able to travel without hindrance."
With such intermittent words, a small magic storm gathered in the prayer room in the blink of an eye, and then the space cracked. A flickering space door appeared in the prayer room. Through the space door, it is vaguely visible that there is a gorgeous space storm behind the door.
Such a simple and direct space door is actually equivalent to a death trap. Even a strong man from the Holy Realm would be torn into pieces immediately if he penetrated the space storm like this. Augustus and Fatty were both familiar with space storms, so this space gate was nothing to them. It's just that the fragile Pope actually took the first step, stepped into the space door with one step, and disappeared in the space storm in the blink of an eye!
Rogge was slightly shocked, but saw Augustus stepping into the space door with a normal expression. He no longer hesitated and entered the space door immediately.
Following the signs shining with holy light in the space storm, Rogge came out from the other end of the space door in the blink of an eye.
This is a strange hall. The ground and walls are translucent. Looking through them, you can see extremely profound darkness.
There is no sky, no earth.
The fat man raised his head and looked down, and all he saw was a vast expanse of unknown depth.
The center of the hall. There is a small circular altar with a sacred fire burning on it. The holy fire danced erratically and was not very bright. But in this endless darkness, the main hall is like an isolated island. And this flame is the only lighthouse on the sea of darkness.
Rogge looked around, and he finally felt awe in front of this indescribably huge space.
The Pope walked slowly to the altar, slowly closed his eyes, and began to wait for a long time. On this isolated island in the dark sea, time seems to have stood still. But the Pope, with his endless patience, just stood and waited. Although it looked like he was shaking constantly and might fall over at any moment.
But time passed by no matter how much time passed. The Pope was dangling around, but he would not fall. Instead, Rogge, who had been watching him shake, felt dizzy and had to look away.
Finally, there was a faint thunderbolt between heaven and earth, and then an unimaginably huge electric light penetrated the entire sea of darkness!
This electric light reaches up to the endless sky, it is unknown where it comes from, it reaches down to the vast abyss, and it is unknown where it ends.
After the electric light passed, an invisible pressure quietly enveloped the sea of darkness.
Augustus' expression changed. The huge gap in rank made him completely lose control of his body, and he fell to his knees with a plop. With a swipe sound, he spread his wings behind him and greeted the coming superior in the most humble manner.
Rogge's face was pale and his hands were shaking slightly. He fell to his knees with Augustus almost at the same time, but the fat man looked much more embarrassed than the Blood Angel.
The pope snorted dully, straightened his cassock, and slowly knelt down, making every move meticulously.
The holy flame on the altar is getting higher and brighter. In the blazing holy flames, many tall and majestic figures were faintly visible.
Then the loud hymn resounded through the sea of darkness, and the light of heaven spread across every corner of the space! Amidst the hymn and light, two rows of battle angels with both strength and beauty came out. They held various strange weapons in their hands, and the armor on their bodies burned with a faint holy flame.
After all the battle angels stepped out of the holy flame, they drifted back to both sides with absolutely synchronized movements, and then bent their knees half-kneeling to welcome the coming noble existence.
After absolute silence, the chants sounded again, but this time the chants seemed very soft. A shining figure came to the beat of the hymn. Her long golden hair was slowly fluttering like a rising flame, and the two pairs of wings proudly fluttering behind her and a pair of golden light wings showed that she could overlook all living beings. noble!
The Pope knelt on the ground and said slowly: "Welcome to you, the glorious Thirteenth Wise Angel, Lord Victoria."
Victoria walked in front of the Pope and said in a soft, melodious and irresistible voice: "Although this plane is insignificant, the glory of the Lord God is always difficult to spread. In the name of the great Setannistoria, Dori Ya. This trip will spread light to every corner of the plane."
"As you wish, glorious Lady Victoria," the Pope replied slowly.
Victoria nodded, she curled her fingers, and a few dots of light fell from her fingertips on the Pope's body as a sign of approval.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "The glorious Thirteenth Wise Angel, the beautiful Lord Victoria, Lord Andreoli knew that you were coming, and left a gift for you. I'll pass it on to you."
The sound was so abrupt that it disrupted the rhythm of the chant. In an instant, hundreds of battle angels turned their heads and stared at the fat man who suddenly spoke.
And he was so rude that he stood upright in front of Victoria!
Victoria's golden eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was surprised by the name she heard: "Andreoli? Are you talking about the most powerful angel in front of the great Dismassen, Andrei of the Stars? Ollie? Has he ever been to this plane? How is this possible?"
The fat man smiled and said: "Of course I am talking about Andreoli, there is nothing impossible about it."
It's just that the fat man's smile seemed a little forced, and the faint light emitted from Victoria's pair of golden light wings was like needles, piercing his body time and time again, causing pain to his bones.
Victoria's eyebrows frowned more and more, and she walked towards the fat man. Every time she took a step forward, Roger would feel the pressure on his body double, as if forcing him to bend his knees. The fat man laughed so hard that he gritted his teeth and his knees kept crackling, but he just stood still and refused to fall.
Victoria said as she walked: "If Andreoli of the Stars really comes to this plane, then with his power, he can level the entire plane with a raise of his hands. This plane is not insignificant, even those based on this There is no way that a weak god who was born from another plane can withstand the power in his eyes that can tear apart the stars! Now that he has been here, what do you want me to do? Why don't I know that he has been to this plane before? "
"When you see the gift Mr. Andreoli left for you, you will naturally know everything. These big things are not something that humble beings like us can participate in," the fat man said.
Victoria walked up to Rogge and said calmly: "So, where are the things he left behind?"
"Right here." The fat man said. The gem that shone with a faint blue light floated out of his mouth and stopped in front of Victoria.
The moment she saw this blue gem, Victoria's golden eyebrows suddenly raised and she said in a voiceless voice: "Eye of Destruction! You heretic!"
Before she could finish her drink, Victoria's eyes lit up, and two light golden threads stabbed at Rogge at an extremely fast and incoherent pace! At the same time, the wings of feathers and light wings spread out behind her. Lines of pale golden light nets were instantly generated, covering the sapphire that was frozen in the air but became brighter and brighter!
The fat man laughed and said: "The followers of the Lord of Destruction are not heretics! Compared with me, maybe you are a heretic..."
Before Rogge finished speaking, he groaned. It turned out that even though the golden thread in Victoria's eyes had been weakened a lot, its power was beyond the fat man's ability to resist. The golden thread easily penetrated his body like cream.
Rogge did not retreat but advanced. He opened his mouth. Suddenly a large mouthful of blood spurted towards Victoria!
Victoria's eyes flashed with anger. In an instant, thousands more golden threads poured out, like a golden wave, rushing towards Rogge with great ferocity! If this blow were successful, there would be tens of thousands of holes in Rogge's body!
At this moment, the sea of darkness suddenly became silent. Then the darkness of nothingness turned into a deep night, and the night was studded with endless beautiful stars.
The gentleness of starlight is like the affectionate eyes of a girl. Starlight is cold and indifferent. Just like an eternal iceberg.
However, no matter what the starlight that suddenly filled the world symbolized in everyone's eyes, they all saw one thing in common. That is the endless power and the power of destruction in these stars!
Almost as soon as the stars appeared, the brilliance and flames on Victoria's body immediately dimmed, and even the pair of light wings behind her disappeared, leaving only four white wings. The thousands of golden threads shot out of her eyes instantly turned into a ball of golden flames. In the end, only a few golden threads were able to survive. But just this residual power actually penetrated Rogge's body that had been covered with a layer of silver light armor!
Under the night and stars, Victoria's power was rapidly declining. For a moment, she felt like the world was spinning, and she could hardly control the original power from the heaven in her body.
As a result, Rogge's blood sprayed all over her head and body, even blinding her eyes.
Victoria was extremely angry. She never thought that she would be tainted by the dirty blood of such a humble existence! She couldn't wait to wipe the blood off her face. She gave a clear drink and shook her head. The golden thread connected to her eyes moved and cut out of Rogge's body!
Fortunately, her power was firmly suppressed by the Eye of Destruction, and only a few of the thousands of golden threads passed through Rogge's body. Otherwise, she would have cut Rogge in half immediately with a flick of her head. !
Victoria heard Rogge roar in pain and knew she had succeeded. She shook her head back again, and those golden threads of death cut back again with her sight. At this moment when life and death hung in the balance, Rogge tried his best, his speed suddenly increased, and he ran into Victoria's arms!
thump! Victoria was thrown to the ground by the fat man. Rogge no longer cared about any skills, his mind was completely blank. He reached out and grabbed Victoria's wings! Victoria groaned in pain, her body twitched, and the delicate hand that wanted to touch Rogge's back suddenly trembled, unable to continue.
The fat man was in severe pain all over his body, and the organs in his body felt as if they were being burned by the holy flames of heaven. His vision blurred for a while, but he still managed to pull himself together and opened his eyes desperately.
Victoria's snow-white neck was in front of him. The fat man no longer hesitated and immediately took a big bite.
After taking this bite, Rogge suddenly felt that he was biting into a piece of red-hot steel!
In the center of the dark sea, a group of extremely dazzling golden fireworks suddenly lit up. When the flames dissipated, Victoria was already standing in the middle of the hall, her face as cold as frost. On her snow-white neck, there was a neat row of tooth marks.
Opposite her stood a shaky Rogge. Most of his head and eyebrows were singed, and his clothes were in tatters. The skin on the outside was completely scorched black, as if it had been burned by flames.
At this moment, the flame resistance ring on Rogge's finger could no longer withstand the short-lived but powerful flame power, and quietly exploded into countless gem fragments.
How could a flame resistance ring be immune to the celestial flames that Victoria exploded at the expense of her own light wings
Rogge stared at Victoria, breathing heavily, like a wounded beast. Victoria was extremely angry!
She wiped the blood from her face. Staring at the fat man with cold eyes. Although the stars in the sky were flying toward Victoria one after another like moths throwing fire, she still stretched out her hand to Rogge and gave it a weak shake. Rogge immediately screamed. The space around his body is constantly distorting, and his body is constantly deforming with the space!
Under endless pressure, Rogge suddenly thought of a line of text, which he saw from the Light Scripture.
Space mastery can only be practiced by messengers blessed by the Lord God. The space around the target will change according to the caster's mind.
Although she restrained Rogge, Victoria was obviously very afraid of these seemingly beautiful stars. She spread her wings wide and shot out bunches of golden threads from time to time, shooting the approaching stars into balls of blue flames. But there are too many stars. Occasionally a star still falls on Victoria. Whenever this happens. The holy flame emanating from Victoria's body will dim rapidly, and her brilliance will not return until the star's power is exhausted. And as time goes by, the power contained in the stars flying towards Victoria will become stronger, and she will have to strike several times in succession. Only then can one destroy a flying star.
But the battle angels who followed Victoria did not have the strength to destroy the stars. Out of instinctive fear of the superiors, the battle angels could only kneel down in front of the sky full of stars. Completely unable to resist. The most they can do is to desperately mobilize their own strength to fight against the stars with destructive power, hoping to be destroyed later.
"Servants of the great Cetanistoria, stand up! Destroy these three heretics who dare to blaspheme the Lord God!" Along with Victoria's crisp shout, Rogge clearly saw a very faint ripple spread quickly, All the battle angels passed by in an instant. This sound also reached Rogge's ears, and the fat man's ears immediately buzzed, like thousands of giant bells ringing in unison, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.
It's just that after this golden ripple passed by, the stars surrounding the many battle angels only dimmed. They were neither destroyed nor weakened much.
A flash of surprise flashed across Victoria's face. Although this result was due to the fact that she was attacked first, the difference in rank was the decisive reason. She really didn't understand that although Andreoli's name resounded throughout the world, she had never heard of him possessing such power.
Rogge suddenly turned around and shouted: "If you choose to remain silent at this moment, you are disrespecting Dismassen, the Lord of Destruction!"
Augustus looked up in shock, his hand unconsciously holding the hilt of his sword. However, although Rogge's words were shocking, Victoria, as the Thirteenth Wise Angel, came with the glory of Cytanistoria. The vast difference in that rank made the Blood Angel not even have the strength to stand in front of Victoria. !
And he was very confused, when did Rogge become the spokesperson of Dismassen again
Before he could make a decision, Victoria said solemnly: "Heretics! Your conspiracy has been exposed, prepare to accept the judgment of the Lord of War!"
After saying that, countless golden threads shot out from her body, leaving tiny holes on the walls and floor of the hall in an instant. After the golden thread was shot out, he began to wander around again. Wherever the golden thread passed, all materials would be cut open silently!
Seemingly attracted by her unparalleled power, countless stars fell from the night sky and gathered around Victoria. Although the stars were constantly being destroyed by the radiating golden threads, there were countless golden threads and endless stars. In the blink of an eye, Victoria's four wings were each stained with more than ten stardust!
At this time, a ball of extremely bright golden flames will explode in the hall from time to time. This is the terrifying power of the Eye of Destruction that the Battle Angels cannot withstand. They decompose into unconscious original power in the form of flames and return to the heaven again.
The fat man staggered and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Every battle between gorgeous stars and golden threads. It will bring about the replacement of surrounding space power. Rogge was caught in the middle, feeling that the power in his body was changing, and he was extremely sad. He knows that the alternation of these two scenes is actually a constant competition between two realms!
Rogge roared, and an invisible force field expanded around him again. Although the range of this force field is not large, it is only one meter in diameter. However, within the scope of its control, the stars and golden threads became extremely dim and blurred, almost invisible, and Victoria's spatial control seemed to have lost its effectiveness. Accompanied by this roar. Rogge rushed towards Victoria like lightning, hit her head-on, and the two of them rolled into a ball!
At an extremely close distance, Victoria's appearance is even more lethal. Unfortunately, the fat man's body was pierced by her golden thread hundreds of times at this moment. He roared in extreme pain and spurted another mouthful of blood on her face!
Augustus looked in astonishment at Rogge and Victoria, who were writhing and fighting fiercely, and was completely speechless. Looking around from the corner of his eyes, he was shocked to realize that hundreds of battle angels had turned into golden flames under Andreoli's eyes of destruction!
With a bang, the fat man's body flew out upside down. Then he fell heavily to the ground. And Victoria’s wings spread out. Already floating in mid-air, a terrifying energy ray is brewing in the golden eyes.
Rogge turned over and climbed up. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but gritted his teeth and still faced the tidal wave of golden threads coming towards him. Pounce on Victoria again!
At this moment, the Pope finally raised his head and sighed heavily. stood up. His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of all sentient beings clearly.
"In the name of Isaac, the Lord of Redeemer, grant the devout believers in front of you the protection of the gods to await redemption on the day of judgment!"
Before the Pope finished speaking, a lavender light armor appeared on Rogge's body. This piece of light armor seemed thin, but in fact it was extremely powerful, and it actually blocked all the golden threads shot by Victoria.
Victoria shouted in shock and anger: "You humble beings are actually trying to interfere with the divine order of heaven! Will even the Lord of Redeemer condone you like this?... "
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly fell silent. It turned out that several stardust had eroded through her wings! Victoria's expression changed, she opened her mouth and spat out a ball of golden flames, and her body fell again, almost falling from the air.
At this time, Rogge waved his hands, and a light black ball of light three meters wide quietly enveloped Victoria's body. A hint of panic finally appeared on her arrogant and angry face.
She finally understood that this was the real gift Andreoli left for her!
The Eye of Destruction can destroy the irresistible Battle Angel, and can also severely damage her power, but this is not fatal. At least she still has a chance to escape back to heaven. But once trapped in this realm of nothingness, her existence has been marked as a plane, and both her absolute power and her skills will be limited by this space.
Victoria knew what this meant to her. This plane has not been included in the sight of the Lord God of Heaven for a long time. The main reason is that the rules of this plane are too unique and the power it can accommodate is too small. Once she is branded with this plane, even if she has this The power of a plane at its peak is only a small part of her true power.
Once this happens, she will never be the opponent of heretics such as Rogge and the Pope. These heretics are already familiar with how to use weak power to fight, and all her skills must rely on the huge power she possesses. This is like a child from a rich family who suddenly has to live in poverty. Of course, he will not know how to arrange his life like the originally poor people.
Moreover, if she is trapped in the realm of nothingness, her body and soul will not be able to return to heaven, and she will have to stay in this plane from now on until the realm of nothingness disappears.
Victoria finally understood the real conspiracy. That is, Andreoli and these heretics want to permanently erase the existence of the Thirteen Wise Angels Victoria, one of the most powerful assistants in front of the Cytanistoria Seat in this plane!
When she thought of this, determination suddenly flashed in Victoria's eyes. Golden light began to pour out of her body, and in an instant even the realm of nothingness was slightly eclipsed by this light!
When the light faded slightly, Rogge was shocked to see that Victoria had turned into four, and then fled to different places. And where she originally stood, there was still a small golden flame burning. Countless stars gathered around this flame, consuming the energy of the flame.
Rogge turned to look at the Pope. The Pope sighed heavily and said slowly: "Her power has been weakened by Lord Andreoli. Now it has been divided into four parts and is unable to break through the space barrier."
The fat man nodded, took a deep breath, and after a spell, all the injuries on his body disappeared without a trace. He jumped up and chased after one of Victoria's clones.
The Pope saw the spell cast by Rogge, and after a long time, he sighed again.
Destruction and redemption, a magic full of controversy. It can make all the injuries of the subject improve or even heal in an instant, but the price is that after the time limit expires, he will suffer more serious injuries immediately, and during the duration of the spell, the various tortures suffered by the soul are unbearable.
The hall fell silent again. Time seems to pass very quickly, and it also seems to pass very slowly.
A moment later, Rogge's figure appeared in the hall again. There was a ball of wandering golden light in his palm, and he said to the Pope calmly: "I caught one, and there are three more."
The Pope said slowly: "She can't escape from this plane. You have plenty of time."
The fat man nodded, without saying anything else, and just stepped into the space door set by the Pope.
Twin Halls.
Rogge was lying in the heavenly flame, his head resting on his hands, looking at the statue standing in the sky.
The blazing holy flames were blocked by his body, and there was a land without flames under her feet.
The burning pain of the holy flame can almost be ignored, because at this moment he is still under the effect of the spell of destruction and redemption. But all the pain, all the price, and even the sacrifice of faith were rewarded in this peaceful moment.
The fat man was content, at least for the moment.
When the light leaves the darkness, and when there is sky on the sea, he only wishes to turn his body into the earth and bear her tired feet, unchanged for thousands of years.
There is evening and there is morning. (QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.com)