Blasphemy

This is a green world, quiet and peaceful, without a sound. w_w_w.q_u_a_n_b_e_n.c_o_mThe whole world seems to be immersed in water, with light and soft ripples swaying all over the place, and the soft light falling from above is refracted into a rainbow of seven colors.

In the center of the water world, a small blob of consciousness is taking shape. It was like a baby that opened its eyes curiously the moment it gained its own consciousness. Although this rippling blue world was a completely new experience for him, memories returned to his heart bit by bit since his consciousness awakened.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally remembered everything. The consciousness in the center of the blue wave began to expand at an incredible speed. However, the world seemed to be infinitely vast. The consciousness was expanding in an enclave, but it could not contain the entire world. I don’t know how long it has been expanding, but my consciousness finally reached the limit of this layer of space. After repeated battles, my consciousness figured out all the mysteries of this space, so it expanded vigorously and broke through the invisible limitations of space.

The moment of joy is like the rebirth of a phoenix from the fire.

There is space beyond space. However, consciousness itself is unconstrained. Its only limitation lies in the invisible imprint left by past experiences. In this wonderful world, I don’t know if time is flowing. The infinitely expanding consciousness finally touched another invisible limit. It trembled with excitement and began to try to deconstruct this brand new world.

Breakthrough, unknown, expansion, exploration, mastery, breakthrough. It goes round and round, seemingly endlessly. In this seemingly mindless cycle, the consciousness has broken through no one knows how many spaces, how many limits, and how many secrets of planes and spaces it has explored. The original world of blue waves has now become a tiny existence that is completely indistinguishable in consciousness.

Roger finally opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before he seemed to hear two very faint calls, as if they were coming from beyond the sky. Only then did he come back to his senses from the wonderful, attractive, yet very dangerous memory just now.

Rogge's eyes gradually became alive, but he was in a very strange state at the moment. He had to relearn everything, including commanding his body, even turning his eyes. And he still misses the experience he just had. He knew intuitively that it was not a dream or hallucination. And truly experience it. Rogge wanted to go back to the dream, to the illusion, and continue to experience the endless exploration and breakthrough.

"Wake up! Don't fall asleep again!"

This time Rogge finally heard the content of the call floating in the sky. However, the voice of the call was vague and uncertain, and it still sounded very laborious. At the same time, he felt a strong stimulation on his face.

Rogge became more awake again, he had already remembered. This feeling is called pain. Slowly, there was finally a glimmer of light in his dull eyes. In his ears, there was a cheer and a low exhalation.

"He's awake, are you..." The voice was cold and soft, sounding very familiar, with a hint of concern in the cold voice.

"No! You must wake him up completely!" The same pleasant voice. But there was something else behind the firm voice.

Rogge felt another burst of pain on his face. Even if he could not control his body for the time being, he would not take the pain seriously as he had gone through many vicissitudes of life. But the pain on his face was like a sharp needle, piercing directly into his soul. How could this be endured? But there was something strange about the pain. It was just painful, and it did no harm to his body and spirit at all.

Rogge groaned and finally regained some consciousness and woke up. In front of him, the stunning face with the evil smile was naturally Naifei's, and the one who was as cold as ice was the little ***.

He tried to support his body, but every move was extremely difficult. In the end, *** quietly helped him and he was able to sit up straight.

"Where is...?" Rogge's thoughts were still extremely slow, and he couldn't figure out where he was after looking for a long time. It seems that the faster his consciousness expanded in the foreign land just now, the slower his thinking will become now.

"This is a temple!" Naifei said.

"Sure enough... it's the Holy Church..." After a long time, Rogge murmured. He slowly moved his body down from his vagina, his movements so stiff that they were worse than a newly-generated zombie. But compared to just now, this is already a huge improvement.

He frowned and tried several times with Naifei's help before he was able to stand on his own. It was only at this moment that his consciousness initially returned to normal, and memories of the past began to slowly come back to his mind.

Rogge looked out the window. It was still early morning, and from the window he could see the towering Great Temple of Light in the distance. Under the morning light, the Great Temple of Light was covered with a pale golden coat. He stared at the Great Temple of Light for a moment and then said, "Why am I here?"

Naifei shrugged and said: "How do I know this? You didn't tell us where you went! Anyway, the Pope sent someone to send you back a few days ago. You were asleep when you were sent there. Until today, we didn't tell you Wake you up."

Rogge stared at Naifei for a long time, then smiled bitterly and shook his head. Naifei met Rogge's gaze straightly without flinching, but her green eyes were a little more cunning. The fat man knew very well that the pain that was unusually painful but did not hurt him at all must have been caused by Naifei. She was taking revenge.

Roger looked at *** again. He didn't know how long he slept, because he looked a little older and more beautiful. Seeing Rogge looking at her, she lowered her head slightly and avoided his gaze.

The fat man sighed secretly and turned to look out the window at the Great Temple of Light while slowly stretching his body. Finally, he took a long breath, and the invisible force around him suddenly shrank, flashing more than ten times in an instant.

In the dark, there seemed to be a crisp sound. The huge ice crystal floating in the center of the long-abandoned kingdom hall suddenly flashed a strong light, and then the natal magic box in the center of the ice crystal slowly turned a layer of gray. Eventually it turned into a very fine dust.

In the church, Naifei also breathed a sigh of relief. You are finally back. "

"Yes, I'm back." Rogge said with a smile. He stretched out his hand to pat Naifei on the head out of habit, but the little girl in his memory had now grown into a slim girl. When she stood up straight, she was smaller than Rogge is a little taller. So the fat man felt something weird when he stretched out his hand halfway, so he took it back.

He glanced at the girl again, and then realized that the little girl had grown up and was actually taller than Naifei. It's just that she has always been floating around in the air, but she can't show her height.

Rogge looked at the two of them, and his heart was filled with joy for a moment. However, a touch of sadness emerged, diluting and overwhelming the joy. He sighed and wanted to go to the Great Temple of Light. Just wait for me here. "

"I want to go too!" Naifei said.

"No! You stay here with ***." Rogge said immediately.

Naifei snorted, turned to look at ***, and suddenly found that her face was frighteningly white, and her lips were completely devoid of blood. Then he seemed to remember something, and he didn't say anything more, just nodded.

Roger opened the door and walked out step by step. He walked faster and faster, and disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye. He never looked back.

Naifei snorted, stamped her feet vigorously, and said bitterly: "Just leaving like this? I spent so much effort to rescue you, and I didn't even say thank you! How can I say that!"

When she turned around, she found that the woman had disappeared from the room.

Naifei's figure flashed and appeared on the large terrace. At this time, *** was sitting in his usual position, holding his knees with his hands, staring blankly at the glorious Great Temple of Light in the distance.

At this moment, the wind is soft and the sunshine is warm. The secret place is full of greenery and picturesque scenery.

But ***'s body was trembling slightly, and she huddled up subconsciously, and the exposed skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

;;It seems that what rules the entire terrace is not summer, but the coldest winter.

Every time he walked into the Hall of Purgatory Angels, Roger would have a new experience. There seem to be endless mysteries hidden in this mysterious palace with eleven huge statues standing quietly. Whenever he sets foot here after a new breakthrough or a new harvest, Rogge will feel that he has lifted another layer of veil covering the mysterious hall, and can see its outline more clearly. However, when each layer of the veil is lifted, the Purgatory Angel Hall will be like the shyest girl, still hiding her true face under the layers of veils.

There is always a slightly cool wind flowing in the gloomy hall.

Rogge didn't feel that these winds were any different from ordinary winds in the past, but this time he noticed it.

The wind comes from nothingness and goes to nothingness. In fact, these erratic winds have nowhere to come from and nowhere to go.

And in Rogge's eyes at this moment, these winds are no longer ordinary winds, but a gathering of countless mysterious messages and energy flows. The wind blows from nothingness, creating complex and incomprehensible exchanges with the visible or invisible consciousness and power everywhere in the hall.

The space of the main hall has boundaries, but these winds seem not to be restricted by these tangible boundaries at all. They carry this new information away and disappear into the endless distance.

At this moment, in Rogge's eyes, the entire Purgatory Angel Hall seemed to come alive, and every inch of earth, stone, and every grain of sand was filled with endless mysteries. It was like an all-knowing and all-powerful god, looking down at Rogge coldly.

Rogge suddenly understood that this Purgatory Angel Hall did not belong to this plane at all. The history of its existence may be longer than the history of the entire plane!

Rogge finally saw the true side of the Purgatory Angel Hall, but he still couldn't understand the various mysteries it contained. In other words, this temple contains so many secrets that it is impossible for him to understand them all. Although after reading the Book of Hilo, Rogge's eyes can accept thousands of information instantly, but if he wants to understand even a little bit of information about this temple, Rogge doesn't know that it will take him tens of thousands of years to do it. arrive.

Obviously, no corner of the Purgatory Angel Hall is under his control.

However, Rogge just smiled slightly this time and walked towards the end of the hall.

The twin halls still stood quietly in the deepest part of the temple, and there was deathly silence in the empty hall. On the other side, the statue of *** floated in the air without any luster.

Rogge's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, completely lifeless. It seems that there is no life left in this world.

"I'm back, have you been waiting for a long time?" Rogge stood in front of the statue, stared at it for a long time, and then murmured.

He slowly raised his hands and reached towards the statue of ***. Then bursts of low spells poured out of his mouth, lingering around the statue. Countless subtle pale golden magic symbols seeped out from his hands, turning into a faint golden mist that gradually enveloped the huge statue.

In the long spell, the statue began to shrink little by little, and finally returned to life-size. It slowly descended from the air and floated in front of Rogge.

If it weren't for the crystal-clear jade-like luster, it wouldn't look like a statue at all, but just a sleeping corpse.

Rogge stretched out his hands, and the sleeping *** slowly fell into his arms. He gently stroked the mirror-black breasts. After a long time, he sighed softly and whispered: "***, I'm back. You see, I have finished reading the Book of Heroes. Although I was stuck on page seven for a long time, I still came out. , and now have the ability to protect you. I know that you have been waiting for this day for too long, alas... "

Rogge was silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and a lavender star floated out of his mouth. If you look carefully, you will find that this faint starlight is actually composed of countless purple rays of light. These halos are centered on a certain point and rotate according to their own laws. At the common center of all, a mark is faintly visible.

"***, you see, I have got the godhead for you. With it, you no longer have to stay in this cold statue. I took this godhead from the Demon Emperor. Do you remember Ai Deleni? She has done a lot for me. The only thing she asked me for was to help the Demon Realm and protect the Demon Realm Emperor... But she actually didn’t understand that the Demon Realm was not the only hope for the Demon Realm. Until she saw the Demon Emperor and Luojia. , I understand why the demons have this belief. That's because the Demon King, like you, has the power of creation. He can create a brand new demon race on his own. So all the high-level demons They all firmly believe that even if the entire demon world is destroyed, as long as the Demon Emperor is still there, it is not true that the entire demon world can be resurrected. No matter how powerful and wise the Demon Emperor is, he is only a lonely demon god after all. What he means All the demons that can be created actually bear his own brand, which is fundamentally different from the thousands of races in the demon world that develop and grow on their own. The demon world resurrected by the demon emperor will only be a lifeless demon world destined to perish. . The gods are not omnipotent, so the demons are still restricted by the laws of space. Unlike you, you are not afraid of anything, and you dare to do anything."

At the end of the sentence, a smile appeared on Rogge's lips. He recalled those times when the police were doing whatever they wanted.

What a happy memory that is...

After an unknown amount of time, Rogge finally woke up from his memories, and his eyes fell on ***'s eyebrows. That bit of purple light moved with his gaze, slowly falling on the center of the woman's eyebrows, and slowly seeping in.

In an instant, a purple light lit up inside the statue, almost making the statue transparent! Under this extremely intense purple light, the edges of the statue began to blur. For a moment, the image of another statue began to grow and gradually separated from the first statue.

Rogge stared at the image of the statue with concern, his expression extremely nervous. Only when the image finally condensed into an entity did he feel relieved and let out a sigh of relief.

Every detail of the phantom statue is exactly the same as the one before. The only difference is that the face of the new statue is blank.

The new statue rose slowly and returned to the place where the statue originally floated. It settled down and began to feel a little alive. However, her eyes did not open and she was still sleeping peacefully.

Rogge seemed to have predicted such a result. He didn't show any surprise at all. He just stared at her face silently, as if he wanted to imprint everything in his heart.

Finally, he sighed lowly and wanted to leave this plane with you. He would immediately take all the troubles away and go to a quiet place to open up a plane that belongs only to us. But I can't leave now. I'm sorry, but I can only let you spend the next tens of millions of years alone. "

Very slowly, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

Her lips were soft, cold, and as greasy as gel. The indescribable touch not only penetrated Rogge's lips, but also penetrated into his heart and soul.

The moment was seared into his soul. However, Rogge didn't know how long this brand would last. He had an intuition that it wouldn't take long for this brand to disappear completely.

Because his soul will cease to exist.

Rogge raised his head, no longer hesitating, and moved his right hand faintly over his breasts. Wherever his hand passed, a fluffy silver powder was sprinkled. The silver powder quickly condensed into countless thin silver threads. One end of the silver threads was connected to the woman's body, and the other end stretched out in all directions. There was a particularly thick silver thread that connected him to her. The shiny folds on the silver thread looked indescribably beautiful. But for some reason, this silver thread always reveals traces of sadness.

These revealed silver threads are all the connections between the body and this plane.

Rogge waved his left hand, and water ripples immediately appeared in the space of the hall. The body of the woman was like a light boat, rippling with the water waves.

Rogge raised his right hand, but his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every time he raised it, it seemed so hesitant and difficult!

His hands were shaking.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he can't see, he can't hear. However, in this moment of farewell, where does he dare to look and where is he willing to listen

*** is still sleeping.

She could neither see nor hear.

She didn't know that her body began to slowly slide on the water lines, floating towards the deep and dark space ahead.

She also didn't know that those countless silver threads had turned into poignant silver flames that filled the sky with Rogge's wave!

One minute and one second at this time, not only thousands of years!

Roger finally opened his eyes.

Silence and darkness once again became the theme of the Twin Halls. The empty hall opposite, the statues of gods standing in the sky, and even the dust at the corner of the hall that represented the traces of time, were no different from just now. The only difference is that the face of the statue floating in the air is blank.

This only difference, for Rogge, is the whole difference.

Rogge turned around and strode out of the Twin Halls.

This place held so many joys and sorrows for him that he was overwhelmed.

So he didn't look back, and he would never step into the Twin Halls again.

The afternoon sun shines warmly on the beautiful Elf Valley, painting the surrounding lush forest with a warm light red. The surrounding mountains were very quiet, but the elves in the valley were rushing back and forth, looking very busy.

Around the floating temple in the center of the valley, hundreds of huge magic symbols measuring one meter square have been poured. These magic symbols are extremely finely crafted and sparkle with different magical lustres under the sunlight. Each magic symbol is made of different rare metals or magic raw materials. Not to mention the value of this magic circle design and the incredible craftsmanship required to make these giant symbols, but the materials used in these magic symbols In itself, it can be described as more than priceless? Even the three major empires would never have the financial resources to create such an extremely luxurious magic circle.

At this time, there is an elf sitting on every magic symbol. These elves are male and female, old and young. They are all wearing plain robes, hanging in meditation, motionless. It's just that many elves couldn't hold on and fell down. This elf would be carried away, and a new elf would come to take his place.

Every elf that was carried away was on the verge of death, and it was not simply due to exhaustion. Their vitality seemed to be close to drying up, and some elves even closed their eyes forever while still halfway through.

Facing their companions who fell one after another, the elves did not feel sad. There was only reverence and holiness on their faces, and they calmly faced the departure of their companions.

This is the fate of these elves. In their long hundreds of years of life, everything they have done is for this moment today.

Each magic talisman is like a bottomless giant mouth, endlessly devouring the life force of the elves, and collecting it through invisible networks and transporting it to the floating temple in the air. The temple in the sky exudes a faint light, and the halo of various colors flows softly, looking mysterious, magnificent and solemn. It made bursts of low and melodious chirps, seeming to be singing the praises of this sacred and solemn moment.

In the Elf Valley surrounded by mountains, at this tragic and holy moment, there is still a disharmonious corner in the corner of the valley.

There is an inconspicuous small building in the Elf Valley. From time to time there would be a shrill scream and a clear sound of metal knocking inside, but the small building was completely shrouded by an invisible magic barrier, and no sound could be transmitted outside, so there was no noise inside the building. The sacred ceremony outside the building was not disturbed.

The second floor of the small building is an empty hall. There is a red crystal table in the center. On it is a tall and fit young man with beautiful features. His whole body, hands and feet are penetrated by steel nails with heavy inscriptions. He died on the crystal platform, but there was no trace of blood at all where the steel nails penetrated.

Beside the crystal table, there was a busy elf girl. Her long hair was tied casually behind her head, and there were beads of sweat on her beautiful face. She looked extremely attractive. She was busy non-stop, with a lot of messy magic materials spread out at her feet, and she would lean down from time to time. , pick up a lot from it.

She holds a small hammer forged from platinum in her right hand, and her left hand is flying up and down like a butterfly. No matter what she picks out from the pile of debris at her feet, she just rubs it with her hands, and the material will immediately turn into a hammer of the same material. The exquisite chisels and the miraculous craftsmanship are truly breathtaking.

She wielded the platinum hammer and kept chiseling patterns on the boy's body. What's strange is that the boy's body doesn't look like flesh and blood at all. Every collision with the chisel makes a clanging sound of metal. As the chisel continued to move, metal-like powder continued to fly on the boy's body. After these powders leave the body, they shine brightly and then burn up in the wind.

The boy's whole body was twitching, unable to bear the torture the elf girl inflicted on him. But he seemed to be extremely afraid of the girl, gritting his teeth and not daring to say a word. But the pain inflicted on him seemed unbearable, so every once in a while, he couldn't help but scream a few times, and then forcibly shut up under the angry gaze of the elf girl.

When he screamed again, the girl finally couldn't bear it any longer and struck the boy twice hard, so painful that he almost choked. Then the elf girl said angrily: "What are you calling! Can't you bear this little pain? If those gods who have nothing to do know that the son I gave birth to will be so worthless, where will you put my face?! "

The young man trembled with fright, gritted his teeth, and did not dare to scream again.

The elf girl stared at the boy, looking left and right, and murmured: "You look nothing like him... If only you were half as cruel as your father! I can also use you to show off to the flustered gods. Show off! It’s great now, I still have to find a way to hide it from them.”

The boy wanted to say something, but when he made eye contact with the elf girl, he was so frightened that he shut his mouth again.

The elf girl looked at the boy's body carefully, and suddenly sighed. Don't blame your mother for being cruel. Although your body is strong, it still can't resist the tearing of the void between the planes. If I were soft-hearted and your body pattern was not completely imprinted, then you would be torn apart by the storm in space one day while drifting endlessly. Mom knows that you don’t know how long you have to endure the loneliness before drifting to the next stop. It doesn't matter, mother will leave you this hammer with creative power. When you really can't stand the loneliness, you can try to build something to accompany you. "

The young man gathered up his courage and asked, "Mom, why do I have to drift? It's very cold in a space storm!"

The elf girl was silent for a moment, and then started banging again, sighing softly: "Otherwise, how could you escape the final judgment?"

"Then mom can't accompany me?" the young man said timidly.

The elf girl shook her head and sighed quietly.

The soundproof barrier of the small building seems to be used to prevent the sound from inside the building from leaking out, but the sound from outside the building can still be transmitted in. The tinkling knocks and occasional dull cries of pain were intertwined, and the elves outside the window sang low hymns again. The combination of two discordant sounds inside and outside the building actually made people feel an unspeakable sadness.

Finally, the elf girl nailed the last pattern. She prayed silently for a moment and then pulled out the steel nails nailed to the boy's limbs. The wound left by the steel nail healed quickly without leaving any trace. However, the young man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, lying on the red crystal table, unable to move.

The elf girl placed the platinum hammer in her hand on the boy's chest, stretched her hand a little in the air, and countless water ripples rippled where her slender fingertips touched.

She waved her hands lightly, and the young man's body rose up and floated towards the water patterns.

The boy couldn't move and looked helplessly at the elf girl. His eyes were filled with fear and hesitation at first, but when half of his body was covered with water, his cowardice had gone away, leaving only attachment and reluctance in his eyes.

The elf girl suddenly covered her mouth, with sobs stuck in her throat, but tears finally burst out of her eyes!

In the blink of an eye, the young man was completely submerged in the water pattern of space. The rippling water pattern became weaker and weaker and soon disappeared. In the empty hall, only a dazzling red crystal platform remained.

At the bottom of the valley, among the elves hurriedly coming and going, there was a figure walking leisurely, it was Hughes. It's just that his casual expression is incompatible with the solemn atmosphere of the entire Elf Valley.

Hughes suddenly felt something, turned his head and looked at the small building in the corner of the valley, and then walked quickly towards the small building.

In the blink of an eye, Hughes had climbed to the second floor of the small building. He saw the dazzlingly red crystal table, the magic materials scattered on the ground, and the elf girl standing in a daze.

"Effier!" Why did Hughes come back with a slightly surprised expression? "

Eiffel quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, turned around and said, "Why, Elder Hughes, can't I come back?"

Hughes said: "Of course not. But when you finished reading the Book of Hero, I thought you would never come back."

Eiffel frowned and said: "So that's it..."

She quickly took out a beautifully bound thick book from her arms and handed it to Hughes. Like Hughes, outsiders could not see how this big book was hidden in Eiffel's arms.

Eiffel said: I will return this Book of Hero to you. The first part makes sense, but the last page is a complete lie! "

Hughes was taken aback and asked: "Ephiel, how did you know there was something wrong with the seventh page of the Book of Hilo?"

Eiffel said quickly: "The gods are not omnipotent, but Shiloh is omnipotent. In fact, just think about it and you will know that this sentence is completely impossible. But the seventh page contains too much information from various planes. This is power, incredible power! No matter what I want to do, I can achieve it as long as I think about it, so much so that I almost thought I could control everything! If I really want to be deceived by the last page, I will definitely do it in the end. It’s going to go crazy.”

Hughes frowned slightly and asked: "Ephiel, your power was very weak at that time, and you would find that many things would not move according to your will, so sooner or later you would know the problem on page seven. But this matter You have to understand it yourself, no one else can help you. Logically speaking, you can’t see through the secrets of the Book of Heroes so quickly!”

It’s easy for Eiffel to smile as brightly as stars! Because my first thought was, let the guy who wrote this book die! "

Hughes was startled, and then couldn't help but smile. Those great elf kings whose power was as powerful as the gods were not able to escape from the Book of Heroes. I really didn't expect that you actually used this method to break through. Loop on page seven. "

Eiffel squatted down and rummaged through the magic materials at her feet while saying, "My strength was so weak at that time, and it was only a matter of time before I recovered from this deceptive book. But. Who wrote this book? Although I can feel the aura of the great Shiloh from it, he would definitely not write a book like this. This is completely harmful!"

Hughes was silent for a long time, then sighed and said slowly: "Ephiel, the Book of Hilo was indeed not written by Hilo, but the person who wrote this book was a great being who was no less important than Hilo. He He is one of the twelve main gods in the heavens, Shiloh who incarnates into billions and is responsible for lies and deceit. The Lord of Billions did not write this book for us ordinary people to see. The book of Shiloh, as the name suggests, is a book dedicated to lies and deception. Prepared for the great Hilo, it contains all the mysteries of all planes. At least, it was all the mysteries that the twelve main gods of the heaven could master at that time. If the Book of Hilo is an endless sea, then our mortal eyes The information that can be read is just a small drop of water. However, this knowledge alone was enough to enhance the power of the great elf kings at that time, thus creating the miraculous elf empire. Many creations at that time were It seems like a miraculous existence today!"

Eiffel said oh, she had already picked out a lot of magic materials and piled them randomly on the red crystal table. This straightforward and elegant elf is good at everything, but he likes to mess around with things and is not at all as tidy as other elves. Eiffel wiped the sweat from her forehead and then asked: "So, isn't this billionaire helping Shiloh?"

Hughes smiled bitterly. In a sense, it was indeed like this. The first six pages of the Book of Hero are all about the secrets of the gods. A being who can read six pages, even if he does not have a godhead, will not be less powerful than the newly born gods. The last page of the Book of Hero is the essence of the book. What is recorded in it is the Lord God’s understanding of the space plane. It is a power that we cannot imagine. Being able to read the last page, the power they gained instantly was enough to surpass their original understanding. And the stronger the power of the body, the more power it will get, and the more it will think that everything is under its control. The more they use this power. The more power you draw from the Book of Hero, the more powerful your body will be. This cycle repeats endlessly. "

At this time, a piece of blue crystal kept deforming in Eiffel's hands, and finally formed a small crystal hammer. She waved her small hammer, took a piece of flaming arcana, and hammered out a piece of shoulder armor in a few strokes. She took the shoulder armor and looked left and right. She was obviously very satisfied, so she threw it aside.

Eiffel seemed very tired. She stretched her body and looked at Hughes. Why did you give him the Book of Heroes? The real power he mastered at that time was not low. Aren't you afraid that like those great elf kings, he would also enter an endless cycle of power and never be able to extricate himself? "

Hughes smiled differently. During the era of the Elf Empire, the heavens did not pay attention to this plane. Shiloh can still frequently perform miracles, and every time before a major disaster, he will give the elves enough oracles and instructions to guide the elves to avoid disasters. And when the great elf kings began to read the Book of Hero, their own power was already extremely powerful. So that time. The great elf kings could not find a worthy opponent, so they could not awaken from the Book of Hero. But Rogge was different. What he has to face are the gods outside the plane. Even if he reads the seventh page and his power is improved, he will not be the opponent of the gods. So he soon learns that not everything is under his control. It's just that he needs to suffer some hardships in the process. "

The crystal hammer in Eiffel's hand rose and fell. In the blink of an eye, the parts of a set of armor were nearly completed. She looked at the results of her work with satisfaction, and then asked Hughes: "But isn't it us who read the Book of Heroes? How could it deceive the great Where’s Shiloh?”

Having said this, Hughes flipped his palm and found a teacup in his hand. He drank it all in one gulp out of habit, and then he realized that there was only water in it, not tea.

He smiled wryly. The power of God is not something we can imagine. Hero can read the Book of Hero through the eyes of his followers. We would only see a drop of water, while Hilo would see the entire ocean! Although his divine power was vast, he could not withstand the impact of all the knowledge of the twelve main gods of the heaven. Therefore, Shiloh's power began to rise. After showing unprecedented miracles, Shiloh disappeared. It was also from that time that the Elf Empire began to gradually decline. "

Hilo was destroyed? "

Luo is the land of immortality. I have thought about it for hundreds of years, and I think the reason for his disappearance is that he was unable to control the too terrifying power, so he was trapped in a special plane where time is almost stationary. Only there will his power stop growing. . "

At this point, Hughes sighed and said seriously: "Strength must match wisdom. Power beyond the control of wisdom will always be a disaster, and even Shiloh is no exception."

"But..." Eiffel asked while tapping the last part of the armor: "Are the real powers recorded in the Book of Shiloh? Didn't you just say that Shiro is a man of lies and deception? "

This time, Hughes truly had no choice but to smile bitterly as the biggest lie was the truth! "

Eiffel thought about it seriously this time, then shook her head quickly, as if to shake some poisonous thoughts out of her mind, and then said: "I don't understand."

Hughes smiled and asked you to just listen, there is no need to understand. I've been idle for hundreds of years, and now I always think of useless things. Fei'er, what are you doing? "

At this time, Eiffel had already made the parts of a complete set of armor, and took out a large strip of frost silver and began to hammer it. After a few hammer blows, the prototype of a long bow began to appear.

"I'm building myself a set of equipment that fits my hand! Otherwise, what will I use to fight on Judgment Day?"

"Judgment Day?" Hughes frowned as if Judgment Day had really come. Then this war is absolutely hopeless, with or without you. Why don't you leave this plane? Eiffel, with your current ability, it is not impossible to find a new plane of existence. "

Eiffel's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat. She put down what she was doing, rolled up her pale golden hair, tied it into a ponytail behind her head, then stared at Hughes and said calmly: "Can't you do something without hope? Isn't the ceremony you are holding now hopeless at all?"

It's true that Hughes chuckled. "

Eiffel worked hard again. She suddenly sighed softly, and there was a hint of sadness in the voice of this elf girl who had always been cheerful and optimistic and had never known melancholy: "He can't leave anyway, so what's the point of leaving alone?"

The scenery in the secret realm is endless. Although it is beautiful here, if you see it too much, you will gradually become tired.

Without even looking out the window, Augustus knew that the sunset must be as red as blood outside. The evening scene in the secret realm is perfect. You can't see such a pure and beautiful sunset anywhere in the mainland. However, any changes in this sunset scene have already been stored in Augustus's heart. He even knew that in a while, a very bright yellow would pass across the sky. The clouds in the sky will stretch into a thin gauze, and then under the setting sun, the theme of purple, red and yellow will continue to change. Tomorrow morning, there will be light clouds in the sky. When the sun rises, the wind will wash away the clouds. Give the secret place a clear blue sky.

Augustus's breathing became a little heavier. In an instant, he felt that he was almost crazy! This endless repetition turns out to be such a terrible punishment! He deeply missed those days of fighting on the mainland. The mainland is incomplete, and no scenery can be more magnificent than the secret realm.

However, the mainland is even more unknown.

Augustus could watch the sunset and moonrise with anticipation, and watch the wind blow through the trees. He could not predict the changes at the next moment. For the Blood Angels, every unknown change is so exciting.

The view outside the window is exactly as I remembered. A flash of breathtakingly beautiful bright yellow passed by. But such beautiful scenery, in Augustus's eyes, was just like a spark, enough to ignite all the anger in his heart.

"Augustus, your heart is restless. This is not a good thing."

The voice was old, weak, and intermittent, but in the Blood Angel's ears, it was like a thunder! In front of this thunder, the world was completely silent, so silent that there was no sound!

The Blood Angel was frightened, and hurriedly suppressed the turbulent irritability in his heart, and said respectfully: "I don't know what's going on. I have lost all my patience recently, and it is becoming more and more unbearable to repeat endless repetitions. But don't worry, I I will overcome the emotional fluctuations. This body has already been conquered by me and will not cause any trouble to me in the future."

The sunset fell softly on the Pope through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows. He was almost half-lying in the high-backed chair, looking exhausted. At this moment, it seems that this old man who almost holds the highest authority in the entire continent is no different from the old people in the southern seaside towns who sit in front of their homes in the evening and quietly enjoy the sunset. Just like the twilight, they waited peacefully and calmly for the arrival of the night.

"Beautiful things are still beautiful no matter how many times they are repeated. Augustus, your irritability is not because of your body, but because of changes in your mind."

In the deepest part of Augustus's soul, a chill slowly spread, it was bone-chilling! His voice remained calm. Dear Your Majesty the Pope, I don’t understand what you mean. "

The Pope moved his body, and even such a simple movement made him breathe heavily, so his words were a little sporadic: "Augustus, from the day you were reincarnated in this plane, your destiny will be It’s already destined. The difference is just a little earlier and a little later.”

Augustus said respectfully: "Yes. Whether we are reincarnated or descended, our bodies are all marked with traces of this plane. Therefore, when the Day of Judgment comes, our bodies will also be washed away and restored. The energy from the source returns to the glory of heaven. Angels are servants of the gods. This is our destiny and our glory."

"Glory..." The Pope sighed lowly. He said slowly: "Every existence has a different understanding of glory. It seems that your belief in glory is changing!"

This time Augustus remained silent. There was a slight tremor on his fingertips, which was completely unimaginable to the extremely powerful Blood Angel. However, the waves in his heart were too fierce and had already shattered all his defenses. How could he care about controlling his external body

"what to do?"

Augustus asked himself repeatedly, and in his mind, the questions soon turned into shouts!

"Do you want to do it?"

he asked himself again.

But the answer is very obvious. The pope who can freely use the great prophecy is the incarnation of the Lord God in the world. The glory of angels comes from the gods. Once Augustus takes action, maybe with a little thought, he can strip away all the glory from the pope who seems to be likely to sleep at any time. Just like Ofiloch back then.

Augustus suddenly felt helpless in his heart. He slumpedly loosened his hand that he had unconsciously clenched and said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty. I am doubtful, irritable and even afraid, all because I have no desire for glory." The concept of earth may have changed. I know that I am turning my back on the gods, please punish me, I am willing to return to the heaven."

The Pope smiled, and his laughter led to another violent cough. After his breathing subsided a little, he said: "Punishment? Judgment Day is coming. Punishment or reward, that is the right of the gods. All we can do is to choose and wait. Augustus, choice is like a right. It is also courage. . Go ahead, we don’t need to do anything else now. You just have some time, so you can think about it by yourself."

Augustus agreed solemnly, turned around and left the Pope's prayer room. The moment he opened the door, his hand paused.

Augustus suddenly appeared. After coming to this plane, think about it. It turned out to be the thing he did the least.

The door opened.

It was not pulled apart by Augustus, it opened on its own. What appeared behind the door was Roger.

At this moment, Augustus and Rogge looked at each other. It's just that the two of them were indifferent to each other's existence and did not show any courtesy. He didn't even say hello, he just passed by.

Those inside the door walked out, and those outside the door walked in.

The door to the prayer room was closed. Augustus was the only one left in the deep corridor, and the sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the empty Great Temple of Light. At this moment, Augustus suddenly had the illusion that there was only one person left in the whole world. he himself.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Blood Angel's heart, which was loneliness and hesitation. At this time, he remembered the calmness, determination and persistence he saw in Rogge's eyes when he just met him.

That's something he doesn't have.

Blood Angel quickened his pace and quickly left this unbearable corridor.

The entire prayer room was illuminated by the sunset. Rogge stood beside the Pope, and the old man and the young man just watched the sunset quietly, until half a red sun quietly sank into the distant mountains.

The Pope stared at the last afterglow on the horizon and asked slowly: "Did you just give up on her salvation?"

Rogge said: "Compared with the redemption in heaven, I think this ending is more suitable for her."

"But this opportunity is very difficult! You destroyed the mission of the Lord of War Sethanistoria in the demon world, in exchange for a chance for Isaac's redemption. I think you must pay the price for this. It’s very clear. Wouldn’t it be a pity to give up like this?”

Rogge said calmly: "Of course I know the price. With this action, I have actually betrayed the heavens and the glory of Cytanistoria, so I will inevitably be destroyed. And for me And with the brilliance given by Dismassen himself, no matter where she escapes, she cannot escape the pursuit of heaven. But as long as she can be freed from her shackles and rescued, I think the price is worth it."

The afterglow gradually dissipated, and the prayer room became dim.

After a long time, the Pope in the darkness broke the silence in the prayer room. You have indeed betrayed the glory of heaven and committed a great sin. But this is not irreversible. Your piety is very clear to the Lord of Destruction. With the help of Isaac, the Lord of Redeemer, your sins can be cleansed and you can still be saved. "

Rogge was silent for a while, then said: "No need."

"This is your last chance."

Rogge smiled knowingly. But I also know that she is very proud and would not want to see me living under the glory of heaven. Although she can't come back now, I will do all the things she wanted to do for her. "After that, Rogge turned and walked towards the prayer room.

"where are you going?"

"The Chikinako Mountains."

In the darkness, the Pope slowly turned his head, looked at the quietly closed door, sighed heavily, and said to himself: "This child is becoming more and more like Rodriguez..."

In the early hours of the morning, the sleeping city of Lille was awakened by a thunderous sound of horse hooves. Those extremely dissatisfied residents who had been disturbed from their peaceful dreams opened their windows and were about to yell and curse a few times when they were shocked to see that passing by like a gust of wind on the long street were groups of knights in golden armor, with the flags flying. , clearly the Grand Duke’s lion-heart cross flag.

Could it be that the Archduke of Bavaria, who is currently fighting in the Northern Kingdom, has returned to the royal capital? Looking at the murderous looks of these knights, something big must have happened. No matter what it is, it's definitely not going to be a good thing.

The residents who were about to yell and curse were so frightened that they immediately closed their windows firmly.

In the center of the cavalry, the knight with his body always upright is indeed the Lion-Hearted Archduke Reinhardt. But at this moment, he didn't feel the joy of returning to the capital at all. What was on his face was just the cold winter wind and frost.

In the blink of an eye, the Grand Duke's Palace was already in sight.

The Grand Duke reached out and pointed towards the Grand Duke's Palace, and the two knights beside him immediately ran out. The knight on the horse exhaled loudly, picked up the extremely heavy flail, and slammed it on the wrought copper door of the Grand Duke's Mansion!

Amidst the roar, the door of the Grand Duke's Mansion slowly fell inwards and was actually smashed!

The Grand Duke rode his horse like lightning, passing through the gate of the palace without stopping, and galloped straight into the depths of the Grand Duke's palace. The knights who followed him back reined in their horses outside the Grand Duke's Palace, lined up neatly, and said nothing, just waiting quietly. A terrible thunderstorm seemed to be brewing above this silent cavalry.

The incident happened so suddenly that the guards of the Grand Duke's Mansion stayed on the spot for a while, completely confused as to what had just happened.

"Dear Catherine! Regarding the death of Crassus, can you give me a convincing explanation? Don't you know that he was a favored person blessed by the Lord of Heaven?!" The Grand Duke strode into Catherine's room. study. His face was as cold as frost, and his voice was full of chills. Anyone who is familiar with him knows that the Archduke has murderous intentions at this moment.

Catherine slowly stood up from behind the desk and met Bavaria's gaze. In front of this furious lion, she showed no fear at all. She just said coldly: "It is precisely because he is a person favored by God that I killed him."

The Archduke of Bavaria slowed down and approached Catherine step by step. His hand had subconsciously grasped Jian Bing and said coldly: "Dear Catherine, I heard that during my absence, you gave birth to another child. It doesn't matter if you have a lover. Even if it's too much to give birth to a child, it's not a big deal. I won't care at all. But now things are obviously not as simple as I thought! Dear, I I feel a different aura from you. You must have killed Crassus for this child, right? Can you tell me who the father of the child is and where is the child now?"

Catherine smiled faintly and told you that it was nothing. Anyway, you were destined to be helpless in this matter. The child's father is Rogge. As for this child, I have placed him in an absolute seal and pushed him into the turbulence of space. So you don't have to bother looking for this child to vent your anger, you will definitely not find him. As for Rogge, I heard that he has recently been favored by the Lord God Dismasson. What can you do to him now? "

The Grand Duke's strong and powerful hands grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and he had to use all his strength to resist taking the sword out of its sheath. He was afraid that once the sword was unsheathed, he would lose control of himself.

The Grand Duke took a deep breath and tried his best to speak in a calm tone: "I can tolerate all of this, but why do you want to kill Crassus?"

Catherine said calmly: "He is just a dog of the Lord of Heaven. If you kill him, you will kill him. What's the big deal?"

With a choking sound, the extremely sharp sword finally popped out of the sheath and was placed on Catherine's ice-like neck.

The Grand Duke's face was filled with green energy and he growled: "Do you know what you have done?!"

Catherine smiled suddenly and of course she knew that I just gave up the opportunity to be a docile and loyal dog in front of the Lord God. "

The Duke was so angry that his whole body trembled, and the sword in his hand also trembled. Where the sword peak meets Catherine's skin, a trace of bright red blood slowly flows down.

Seeing the blood, the Grand Duke finally calmed down, moved the sword peak away a little, and then shouted: "Serving the Lord God is an honor. With my achievements, when the heavens unify the plane, I will become the leader of the entire world after the Pope. The supreme ruler of the plane! Moreover, when the final judgment comes, both you and I can be saved! Do you know what that means? That means immortality!"

Catherine stared at the Grand Duke and sighed quietly. Is it really such a sense of accomplishment to cure a group of zombies who have no consciousness? My dear, you have changed. Although you never said it when we met, I know that your dream is to unify the entire plane and expel all beings that should not belong to this plane, even if they are gods! But what about now? Since when did you attach so much importance to salvation? You are no longer you. Have those original dreams really been forgotten? "

The Grand Duke was silent for a long time and then said: "Catherine, at that time I didn't know the power of heaven or the power of the Lord God, but I know it now, so I know that no matter how hard we try, the final result will not change. Think about it carefully, is it worth giving up the opportunity of immortality for an unchangeable ending?"

Catherine stared into the Grand Duke's eyes, shook her head slowly, and backed away slowly.

She said verbatim: "I think it's worth it. I will not accept the salvation that comes with mercy and charity, and I will not give up my thoughts and become a puppet who only knows the orders of the Lord God in the salvation. To do this The decision does not require many reasons, just because I am proud, I am unique, I am Catherine! Even if the final result will not change, I can still make heaven gain nothing in this plane, this is the way of my existence!"

The Grand Duke was startled and immediately took a step forward and shouted: "Catherine, what do you want to do? Don't do this!"

But before he could take action, Catherine flipped her wrist, and there was still a shining dagger in her hand.

She smiled faintly, waved her delicate hand, and the dagger cut through the air at an incredible speed, and then pierced her chest without any hindrance!

"Catherine!"

All this happened so quickly, the Grand Duke only had time to roar!

With a choke, he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

He wanted to rush up and hug Catherine, but for some reason, his feet were so heavy that he couldn't take that step no matter what!

He could only watch helplessly, watching the bloody flower blooming in her chest. In the blink of an eye, the bloody flower filled the entire study!

The blood flowers all over the room silently condensed into a huge magic symbol, and then disappeared quietly.

Catherine stood tall, holding the handleless dagger in her hand as if holding her heart, and slowly closed her eyes, with a smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

From beginning to end, her demeanor, her face, and her smile were all so beautiful, so perfect, not even a single flaw.

She, Catherine, was always the embodiment of perfection.

In just an instant, the Grand Duke of Bavaria had aged dozens of years.

The autumn wind gently blows through the forests of the Chichinako Mountains. From the broad-leaved forest at the foot of the mountain to the snow-capped pine trees near the top of the mountain, they are all swaying slightly in the wind. The waves of forest waves and pine trees are climbing up step by step, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Roger walked in the mountains, enjoying the atmosphere of the mountains. He had not taken a leisurely stroll like this for who knows how long. Now he was not in a hurry and had no special purpose to achieve.

Although there was only one afternoon, Roger was very free this afternoon.

He walked leisurely through the vast Chikinako Mountains, enjoying the mountain breeze, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, and occasionally stopping by the mountain streams. His figure was not very clear. In a blink of an eye, he appeared thousands of meters away.

When he was young, Roger was still addicted to wine, women and money. When he grew up, he was immediately involved in the political whirlpool, and he has been struggling for survival ever since. When he was in great power and powerful, he worked hard every day, and any decision he made would affect the lives and deaths of countless people, but he had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery around him.

What's more, the fat man is vulgar to the core. At those times, he would rather look at the golden beauty than appreciate the mountain scenery.

At dusk, Rogge was already standing on the top of the mountain, staring at the quiet and solemn Elf Valley.

After stopping for a moment, he jumped up from the top of the mountain, flew across the sky, and landed in the Elf Valley.

At this moment, the floating temple is still radiating a light and brilliant light, and there is an elf meditating on each magic talisman. Rogge stood at the edge of the valley, his eyes slowly sweeping over the elves, thoughtfully. He could already see that the vitality of these elves was rapidly draining away, but even with his current vision, he could not see the true mystery of this magic.

But Rogge didn't know that just a few days ago, this valley was still very prosperous, and the number of elves walking back and forth was much more than it is now.

The elves walked back and forth in an orderly manner, busy with their own affairs. They glanced at Rogge who suddenly appeared in the valley, and then completely ignored him, as if he was a member of the Elf Valley.

Rogge didn't take it seriously either. He could see that the souls of these elves were holy and pure. Their whole bodies and minds had been devoted to the grand magic ceremony that was being held, and they were almost turning a blind eye to everything in the outside world. To the point of hearing but not hearing.

Perhaps from another perspective, these elves are motivated by self-confidence. They are hospitable and gentle, but not afraid of trouble. In fact, among the elves in the Elf Valley, there are many warriors with high martial arts skills, and there are many great magicians. The golems that shuttle back and forth in the valley are not only used to move things, they can also become terrifying opponents when necessary.

But Rogge knew that this was not the main reason for the elves' confidence. The source of their confidence is currently in a small building on the edge of the valley.

"Dear Elder Hughes, it seems that your life has not been very good recently!" Rogge pushed open the door of the small building and said with a smile.

"It's not just bad, it's simply terrible!" Hughes said with a wry smile. His recent life is indeed not very good, at least at the moment the cup is just water. However, the old fox was not surprised at all by Rogge's sudden arrival, as if he had expected him to come.

Rogge was still sitting at the table unceremoniously as before. He took the teacup in front of Hughes and was about to drink it when he suddenly found that there was only water in the teacup. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. But even if it was pure water, he drank it all in one gulp.

Hughes's magic ritual is very expensive, and my savings are limited. In order to complete this magic ritual, I have to save a lot of money. Tea is no longer affordable. "

Rogge was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing. Elder Si, your magic ritual is indeed incredibly expensive. I don't think even the Asrophic Empire can collect so many rare materials, let alone have such a number of elves to do it. Contribute vitality. But this doesn’t mean you can’t even drink tea, right? But having said that, I still haven't figured out what that magic circle is for. It seemed that he had gathered the vitality of all the elves together, as if he was preparing to break through some obstacle and teleport to a certain space. "

Hughes smiled and said, "Master, there is no need to hide the matter from you now. This magic ritual is prepared to awaken the great Shiloh." "

Rogge frowned and said: "But I feel that this magic circle is not stable. In other words, your preparations do not seem to be very sufficient."

Hughes sighed. I thought I would have at least a few hundred years to prepare this magic circle. However, I didn't expect that this plane would attract the attention of the Lord of Heaven so quickly, so even though there were not enough materials and elf mages, the ceremony had to be advanced. Now I can only try my best. As for whether I can succeed, alas..."

Rogge smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not, do it first and then talk about it. Even if Shiloh returns to this plane, the final result will be the same. We living beings, in the eyes of the gods, are just people who devote themselves to faith." It is just a humble existence of power. They will not really care about our survival or not. From this point of view, whether it is the main god of the heaven or Helo who rules this plane, the result will be the same. Those who think that we are the main god cannot Those who have given up as believers actually think that they are the center of the planes, and that is why they have such ridiculous and arrogant ideas. But now it seems that if Shiloh completely rules this plane, at least he will not be as good as the gods in the heavens. Worse."

Hughes raised his eyebrows, stared at Rogge for a while, and then said, "Do you already know the cause of the Abandoned Land?"

"Yes..." Rogge sighed softly. What floated in his mind was the gray abandoned place where only the undead could survive.

When the figure wielding the scythe of death came and went, once upon a time, the world of death was so full of life in his eyes!

"Perhaps only if we become gods ourselves can we solve these problems..." Rogge said to himself, but he immediately shook his head and it was the same. If I also had a complete godhead, I would be no different from other gods. "

Hughes nodded with a smile and said: "That's right. It seems that you have learned a lot from the Book of Heroes! Since you are so relaxed at the moment, you must have made up your mind?"

Rogge smiled and said: "Yes. I know the result cannot be changed, but this does not prevent me from doing a great job."

Hughes nodded, so what if I just fight this old bone? Although I am old and useless and have nothing to teach you, as long as I want to, I can make those old people in the heaven gain nothing here. But in this case, I am afraid that the Lord of Destruction who has always been caring for you will come to this plane in person. When he enters this plane, he will definitely be a little uncomfortable with the new space. At that time, you may still have a little chance. "

As he spoke, Hughes reached out and took out a shining dagger from his arms, slowly unbuttoned his robe, revealing his toned chest.

Rogge stared at Hughes for a while, then suddenly left his seat and knelt down!

He knew that with what Hughes could do, even if the plane was destroyed, what would be the difficulty if he wanted to find a place to stay

Hughes looked calm, and slowly stabbed his chest with the dagger. When he was halfway through, he suddenly let out a sigh, stopped the dagger in his hand, and his expression became very strange.

Rogge looked up in shock and looked at Hughes in confusion.

Hughes also looked puzzled, and after a while he said: It's strange, how is it possible that someone actually started to destroy the source of faith in the entire plane first? I really can't figure out who this person could be. "

Rogge and Hughes discussed for a long time, but could not figure out who had such a wonderful ability to destroy the source of faith hidden in the deepest secrets of space.

Hughes' approach is completely different from that of this mysterious figure. If the source of faith is compared to a grassland that can nourish all things, then Hughes used his body and soul to construct a channel that drained away all the water and nutrients underneath the grassland, eventually drying up the entire grassland. And that mysterious figure spread the plague on the grassland. Although the plague did not expand very fast, it was so vicious that no grass would grow wherever it passed. As long as time passed, the entire grassland would become a dead place. From then on, No more life.

The two foxes, old and young, were discussing back and forth. At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a crisp voice came next: "Elder Hughes, who are you talking to again? Why can't I feel it?" Is there someone with you?!"

Following the words, Eiffel ran down from the second floor like a gust of wind. Her pale golden strands were slightly curled, and most of the gold was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A few straight strands of silk were spread out from the temples on her forehead, adding a little more maturity to this as clear as water elf.

Eiffel is dressed in shining armor, holding a fine bow engraved with the statues of twelve great elf kings in one hand, and a lot of scattered magic materials in the other hand, and that's not all. How she caught the broken magic material in her hand.

Eiffel turned the corner of the stairs, his momentum suddenly stopped, his mouth opened wide, and he just stood there blankly for a moment. With a crash, the magic material and the crystal bow slipped from her delicate hands and fell to the ground, but she didn't notice it and just stared at Rogge blankly.

Rogge also looked extremely surprised. Like Eiffel, he didn't sense the presence of anyone on the second floor at all.

This is simply an incredible thing for Rogge now.

It was very quiet in the hall.

Hughes stood up quietly and ran out of the building silently, but as soon as he took two steps out, Eiffel blew up from behind him like a hurricane, and collided heavily with Rogge!

Before Hughes could scream, a strong force came from behind and blew him out of the broken door. Behind Hughes were countless fragments of furniture, tables and chairs, and then the whole building shook. The outer walls came loose, vines broke, and even the thick pillars began to crack. It was like a catastrophe.

Just when Hughes stood firm and smiled wryly and wanted to say something, he heard another soft buzzing sound, and the crystal light flashed in front of his eyes. The crystal bow in Eiffel's hand passed by him like electricity and was deeply engulfed. into a huge boulder.

The roaring sound kept pouring out from the small building, and the small building kept swaying, like a sapling that kept moaning in the storm.

There was another roar, and the small building suddenly stopped strangely. In the blink of an eye, it had scattered into countless tiny fragments, falling one after another, suppressing the struggling Eiffel and Rogge underneath.

The small building that was originally motionless has become a ruin, a completely motionless ruin.

The elves in the valley went their own way and continued to carry out the hopeless magic ritual in an orderly manner, completely turning a blind eye to the earth-shattering battle in the corner of the valley.

Silently, a wisp of breeze blew out of the small building. The breeze immediately turned into a terrifying tornado, carrying countless fragments and flying into the sky. This tornado is very different from ordinary tornadoes. It is hundreds of times more violent, but its delicate and gentle features are also beyond imagination.

Eiffel Yingying stood on a piece of green grass, just staring at the sky. There was still a slight blush on her cheeks, and her strands were wet with sweat, sticking tightly to her soft curves. On the forehead.

Where she stood, the grass was as green as felt, and there was not a trace of debris in sight. There was no trace of a two-story building that had ever existed here.

"He's gone already?" Hughes appeared behind Eiffel at some point and asked.

"Yes, he always has so many things to be busy with, even now." Eiffel said, with a hint of melancholy and sadness in his plain voice.

Hughes looked at Eiffel's back and sighed. He couldn't help himself now, and there wasn't much time for him to do anything. "

Eiffel hummed, and with a casual move, the crystal bow flew out of the boulder and returned to her hand. She gently stroked the crystal bow she made by herself, and said after a moment: "Elder Hughes, you just prepared to sacrifice yourself to destroy the source of faith in this plane. This is not like your style!"

It's easy for Hughes to laugh! In fact, my old man has an external body and countless clones. Although he does not have as many clones as Shirlo and can claim to be the Lord of Billions, there are always more than a hundred clones. Destroying the source of faith in this plane will only consume one of my old man's clones at most, so what's the big deal? Hehe, even that kid Rogge knows how to try his best to leave more escape routes for himself. How could I do such a stupid thing of sacrificing myself and taking care of the whole plane? "

"Really?" Eiffel glanced at Hughes and suddenly said: "Of your tea sets, don't you only have one teacup left now?"

Hughes didn't answer, just coughed twice, then found an excuse and left in a hurry.

At any time, troubles and pain seem to be the rights of a few wise people, and the vast majority of people live their daily lives mechanically and repetitively. Day after day, year after year, they only care about a small area around them and how life should continue tomorrow. They also have pain to worry about and are worried about some things that are very important to them, but No matter how important these things seem to be at the moment, if you look at them from the perspective of the entire plane, they will become very ridiculous.

Therefore, wise people are not happy. Sometimes they are compassionate and sometimes cynical. They try hard to make the world wake up, but most of the time, they will only be regarded as madmen. In the eyes of these secular people, personal immediate interests are far away. It is much more important and real than ethereal things like the survival of the plane.

Rogge can also be said to be a wise man. He walked on the streets of Lille City, looking at the people hurriedly passing by with some confusion. There was an exciting and warm atmosphere in Lille City, whether they were nobles or civilians, talking loudly. Mostly the Civil War. In their view, the greatest war in the millennium was coming to an end. Now that the Grand Duke had personally led the army into the Asrofic Empire, the northern overlord was doomed to perish.

The Gadot Empire had been defeated and surrendered, so of the three major empires in the world, only the Austro-Hungarian Empire remained. But now even an ordinary civilian knows that the Austro-Hungarian Empire was completely wiped out by Alexander in the war, and almost all its main forces were wiped out. It was in no way comparable to the principality at its peak.

At this moment, there is only one overlord on the continent, the great Principality of Bavaria.

The nobles of the principality are concerned about the titles, power and wealth in the newly added vast territory, while the common people are immersed in the unique arrogance of the people of the victorious country and talk about the rights and wrongs of other countries in a dismissive tone. , and unrealistically imagined how much wealth enslaving the occupied residents could bring them.

In Rogge's eyes, these people are like pigs that have been put on the firewood pile and are about to be eaten on other people's plates, but they don't know it and are still talking about how delicious tomorrow's food will be.

Quietly, a trace of pity emerged from his heart, but then it disappeared like a wisp of smoke, and Luo Guanggu's heart became as calm as water.

He does not care about the life and death of all living beings in the world. This is where he is different from the wise men, so he does not have the troubles of the wise men.

Roger walked leisurely through the city of Lille like an ordinary person, and arrived in front of the Grand Duke's Palace in a blink of an eye. Different from the past, the Grand Duke's Mansion today seemed deserted, with the door closed and only a few listless soldiers standing in front of the door.

Rogge put his hands behind his hands and walked forward. In one step, he appeared in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

The Grand Duke's mansion was quiet, with some dust accumulated everywhere, and there were even a few spider webs under the eaves in the corners. It was obvious that it had been empty for more than a day.

Rogge looked around at the Grand Duke's Palace. Something must have happened here to make the Bavarian Grand Office decide to abandon the Grand Duke's Palace.

Vaguely, Rogge had already guessed what had happened here. Now occasionally, his eyes could not only see the future, but also the past. He walked towards the inner room, and there was a smell he was familiar with in Catherine's study.

Her study room was exactly as Rogge remembered it, extremely neat, with all the books and documents placed in an orderly manner. There were piles of documents waiting to be processed on the large rosewood desk. In one corner of the table was an inkstand, and a quill decorated with gold patterns. In the center of the desk, there is an open file, and underneath the file, there is a half-written review.

Words are like people.

The review was written in Gode script, which is common among nobles. There was great power in the perfection. Roger knew immediately that this was Catherine's handwriting.

It looked as if the owner of the study had just left on urgent matters. It's just that dust has accumulated on the floor and desk, and the ink in the inkstand has completely dried up.

The time in the study seemed to be frozen in a moment a few days ago.

Rogge stood at the door, his eyes scanning the entire study, and finally landed on the ground in the center of the room. There, lying quietly, was a dagger. The dagger was dull and covered with rust, and it looked like it had been baptized by many years.

Rogge walked over, leaned over and picked up the dagger, gently stroking the soft blade that had been corroded by rust. He knew that just a few days ago, this dagger was still shining brightly, just like the dagger in Hughes's hand.

Although the soul blade is not well-known, it is an artifact with very unique functions. There are two Soul Blades, and they are identical in every aspect, which is another magical thing about it. With Rogge's current ability, he naturally knew that only a miracle would make it possible to create two identical things. The soul blade has the strange effect of absorbing and exploding souls. It was originally a supreme weapon used to deal with undead creatures, but in the hands of Hughes and Catherine, the effect it wielded was naturally a commanding one.

At this moment, the soul blade in Rogge's hand was completely destroyed.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the bits and pieces of information coming from the Soul Blade. Gradually, intermittent pictures were formed in his mind.

After a long time, Rogge sighed deeply and opened his eyes. His hands were empty, and the soul blade had turned into countless particles, dissipating in the breeze passing through the hall.

He turned and walked outside.

Not only the study, but the entire Grand Duke's Mansion was filled with unbearable desolation and loneliness. Even if he had a hard and cold heart, he would not want to stay here any longer.

Every time he took a step forward, Rogge's mind would be filled with details about Catherine. Almost all memories related to her are full of blood, hatred, conspiracy and cruelty. Roger ignored Catherine at first, but after Androni's death, the fat man became very cruel to this woman who did everything possible. But even after he was convicted of his past and converted to Dismasson, he still couldn't do anything about this woman.

She killed her sister with her own hands, and also killed Androni and Rogge's children. But she also gave birth to a child for Rogge, although Fatty never got to see him.

She is perfect and ruthless, wise and decisive. Fatty thought he already knew her quite well, but he didn't expect that she would be so strong at this last moment.

Why? pride

Rogge suddenly realized that he had never really understood her from beginning to end. As a comparable opponent, he should know her very well.

Rogge smiled bitterly, perhaps because of this, he had never truly defeated her.

With a slight sigh, his figure gradually became blurred and disappeared from the Grand Duke's Mansion.

Dang Dang!

Rogge hesitated for a while before knocking on the dark oak door in front of him.

"Come in." The Pope's feeble voice came from behind the door. It sounded like a bellows that had been used for decades, filled with the sound of air leakage.

Rogge opened the oak door in response and walked into the Pope's prayer room, then immediately frowned slightly.

The Pope's prayer room was as always full of the smell of time, and everything seemed fragile, as if the wind could turn them into powder if the wind was just a little stronger.

The only difference in the room was that there was one more person, someone Rogge didn't want to see.

Archduke of Bavaria, Reinhardt.

Obviously, the Grand Duke didn't want to see Rogge either. When he saw Rogge pushing through the door, the Grand Duke, who had always been indifferent to mood and anger, frowned slightly. Although this trace of disgust and displeasure disappeared in an instant, it was still impossible to escape Rogge's eyes.

Rogge seemed calm on the surface and stood quietly on the other side of the Pope.

Seeing that the Pope had no intention of letting Rogge leave, the Archduke of Bavaria frowned slightly again. He hesitated for a moment and had to continue: "Your Majesty, this is by no means a trivial matter. I hope you can think about it again. Although the source of faith is collapsing, fortunately it is not very fast. I think you are the only one in this plane. If you have this ability to prevent the collapse of the power of faith, even if you are unable to do anything, you can also notify the heavens of the situation in the plane and let the angels in the heavens prevent the worst-case scenario from happening."

The Pope remained silent as before, sitting silently in his high-backed chair. He seemed to have fallen asleep and had no reaction at all to the Grand Duke of Bavaria's words. The Grand Duke waited patiently, but he did not wait for the Pope's answer. What he waited for was only a sneer from Rogge.

"Dear Grand Duke of Bavaria, isn't it for salvation that you take so much trouble to protect the food of the gods in heaven? To live forever in the glory of heaven is indeed a very exciting thing, but I didn't expect that, like you, A heroic figure actually didn't see through life and death and worked so hard for redemption." Rogge said with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.

The Grand Duke glared at Rogge, with a slightly angry expression on his face indicating loneliness. Since salvation doesn't mean anything to you, is it that important to me? Rogge, now you are wholeheartedly opposing the heaven, and for what purpose? What you are doing is just your own temporary likes and dislikes! The gods of heaven are simply not something you and I can fight against. The source of faith has collapsed. What can we bring to this plane? All it can bring is destruction! "

The Grand Duke paused, his anger subsided, and turned to the Pope: "Your Majesty!"

The Pope snorted feebly, slowly opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Rogge, and then at the Grand Duke of Bavaria. Without saying anything, he looked out the window again.

The Grand Duke strode to the window and with a wave of his hand, the scene outside the window immediately changed. The mechanical and beautiful scene in the illusion was replaced by scenes of towns and mountains. These staggered small towns and villages have different styles and look like ordinary small towns distributed in every corner of the continent and in various countries. The people in the illusion seemed busy and simple. They were working hard for daily comfort and food. The Civil War that affected almost the entire continent did not seem to have much to do with them.

The Grand Duke pointed at the illusion and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! Look, these are the people of our plane! They don't need pride, glory, or destruction for freedom! All they need is survival. Just a peaceful life! These ordinary and ordinary people will not think about things a thousand years later. For them, heaven, gods and us are so far away. After the source of faith collapses, we will immediately Inciting the judgment of heaven. If you prevent the collapse of the source of faith, these ordinary people can at least survive for a thousand years before heaven cleanses the entire plane! Between a completely hopeless war and a thousand years of survival Which one should I choose? I think the answer is pretty obvious!”

"A thousand years of survival?" Rogge smiled coldly. A year of living like a pig or a dog? The only outcome of existence is to wait for the slaughter that will come sooner or later. Is this kind of existence called survival? "

The Grand Duke said solemnly: "That's just your idea. For the vast majority of ordinary people on the plane, they don't know the final fate, and they don't feel that life under the rule of heaven is any different. Maybe they can still live happily. Better. So I believe that the sentient beings in the plane will choose the heaven."

Rogge looked at the illusion outside the window and smiled calmly, "Grand Duke of Bavaria, I know what you said is correct." It's just a pity that all sentient beings in this plane never have the right to choose. Major events in this plane are only determined by the likes and dislikes of a few people. Of course, you are also one of these few people. All sentient beings are ignorant, so they don’t know what they want. Just let us make decisions for them. In fact, your so-called good ideas for them are just your opinions. "

The Grand Duke's face darkened, and the five fingers of his right hand opened and closed slightly, as if he was about to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist. Rogge saw it and laughed. Dear Grand Duke, do you want to take action? If it comes to leading troops to fight, I'm afraid I'm not as good as you, but if it comes to fighting, I think it's better for you to save the trouble. In fact, if your name hadn't been on the protection list, I would have gone to the Grand Duke's Mansion long ago! But now this list is almost out of date, so I advise you not to be impulsive. "

The fat man paused for a moment, looked up to the sky, and said after a moment: "Dear Grand Duke, just for Elesis, I have wanted to kill you for a long time."

The Grand Duke snorted and did not take Rogge's threat to heart at all. He just said to the Pope in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you can't hesitate any longer! There is still time now. As long as you refine the last statue of the Angel of Purgatory, you can attract all the people." Angels of heaven, they have the power to prevent the collapse of the source of faith!”

With that said, the Archduke pointed to Rogge who was qualified for the Purgatory Angel Statue. "

Rogge snorted coldly, and just as he was about to say something, the Grand Duke said again: "As long as this plane can last for thousands of years, I am also willing to transform into a statue of the Angel of Purgatory!"

The Pope finally raised his hand tremblingly, and the two who were about to continue arguing immediately stopped and waited for his instructions. The Pope thought for a long time and then said slowly: "I still need to think about it carefully, and we will talk about it later. Rogge stays, and I have some things to talk to you about."

The Grand Duke looked helpless, but he had no choice but to leave the room.

"Roger, you just heard it, but when the last statue of the Purgatory Angel is formed, it will be the day of judgment for this world. I am already old, but I can still buy you a little time. What else do you have to do? Yes, just do it quickly.”

Rogge nodded in agreement, but he did not leave. He just stared at the Pope bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. After hesitating for a long time, Rogge finally asked: "Back then... why did you have to make Elesis into an angel statue?"

The Pope said calmly: "Because she is very suitable."

Rogge was silent for a moment, then finally turned and left.

He knew the Pope was telling the truth. Indeed, considering the mission of the Purgatory Angel Statue, Elesis, whose magic power is extremely powerful and who lives in this plane as a demon, is no longer suitable. Moreover, the Pope at that time would not consider his or Ofiloch's mood at all, just as he would not consider the mood of all living beings in the plane at this moment.

But no matter what, although the feelings from back then have faded over time, the imprint is still engraved in his heart and will never disappear completely.

Among the twelve Purgatory Angel Halls, there are already eleven statues standing at the moment, and only one hall is empty. Although to this day, Rogge is not entirely aware of the role of the Purgatory Angel statues, but the Pope has just reminded that when the Purgatory Angel statues are gathered together, it will be the day of judgment, and he also knows that even if the Pope has the intention, it will not be possible forever. If the time is delayed, once the gods in heaven feel something is wrong, a simple oracle may be enough to replace the Church of Light with a new pope.

Standing on the corridor, Rogge let out a long sigh, rose into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds of the secret realm in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Rogge left, the loneliness of the corridor was broken again. Amidst the rapid footsteps, the burly figure of Augustus appeared at one end of the corridor. He hurried to the Pope's prayer room and knocked on the door.

"come in."

Augustus opened the door. Like the scenery in the secret realm, the Pope's prayer room has always remained the same. It seemed that no matter when he came in, he would only see the Pope quietly bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. But Today, for some unknown reason, Augustus suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill. For a moment, the Blood Angel seemed to be a hurried, thinly-clad traveler in late autumn. He didn’t know where the end of his journey was. , I don’t know how long I can hold on in the cold wind.

Just a moment of trance, already made the Blood Angel secretly alert. Such hallucinations should not appear to him under any circumstances. What happened to him today

The Blood Angel calmed down, pushed out all the emotions from the bottom of his heart, and then said to the Pope: "Your Majesty, there have been some changes in many dioceses recently..." He hesitated and did not continue.

The Pope coughed heavily and then said, "Are there rumors that I have abandoned my faith and become a follower of the devil?"

Augustus said: "That's exactly what happened, and... Moreover, several self-proclaimed prophets appeared among the believers. They claimed to have received oracles from the gods in heaven, allowing them to lead the deceived believers back to the Supreme God. faith. The influence of these people is becoming more and more important.”

The Pope opened his dim old eyes and looked feebly at the sunset outside the window, silent.

Augustus stood quietly behind him, patiently awaiting the papal announcement, as he had been accustomed to for decades.

Time in the secret realm seems to have stopped, and the bloody sunset is firmly nailed to the sky, refusing to set any lower. Augustus looked normal on the surface, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster uncontrollably, and he even felt a slight cold sweat starting to break out on his body.

How long have you been waiting? A moment, or a thousand years

he does not know.

The Pope finally moved. Augustus was relieved and let out a sigh of relief. He immediately realized his gaffe, but it was too late.

"Augustus, how does the Canon of Light discuss the treatment of believers who are not strong enough in their faith?"

The entire Light Canon already existed in Augustus's heart, and he immediately said without hesitation: "Insincere believers should be comforted. If the comfort is fruitless, they should be regarded as heretics."

The Pope nodded and said slowly: "Can you still control the Holy Knights?"

"Of course." Augustus' heart beat faster and faster, and sweat began to appear on his palms.

"That's good. It's up to you how to deal with this matter."

Augustus's heart skipped a beat again, and a drop of sweat seeped out from his clenched fist. It fell to the floor and turned into a small splash, making a soft splash.

This almost inaudible sound was like thunder in Augustus' ears at this moment!

"Your Majesty, you seem to be..." Blood Angel raised his head slightly, stared at the Pope, and asked.

The pope laughed hoarsely a few times. This time, the smell of the old man on his body could no longer be concealed and began to flow out. The old man who had been at the top of the continent's power for decades finally stopped staring at the sunset and turned his head to look at Augustus. Since he was reincarnated in this plane, Augustus has always followed the Pope. He has long been familiar with the Pope's eyes, but at this moment, he finally found something different in the Pope's eyes.

"Augustus..." The Pope smiled. At this moment, he smiled like an ordinary old man: "It seems that you have also discovered it. That's right, now I have lost all my power, and it is impossible to use the big gun." It’s a prophecy.”

Why? "Augustus couldn't believe his eyes just now, and he couldn't believe his ears now.

Can't use the great prophecy anymore? what does that mean? Could it be that this old man who once made the strong fall with just a single move, the pope who holds the secrets of the gods, has really become an ordinary old man now

Moreover, Augustus almost did not dare to think about why the pope could no longer use the great prophecy. Could it be that the oracles received by the prophets who suddenly appeared recently are true

Silence.

In the silence, Augustus finally clenched his fist again!

The pope had already turned around and looked quietly at the setting sun.

"I know what to do."

"Now that you know, then help me close the door." The Pope said calmly.

At this moment, the Blood Angel suddenly appeared. It turned out that this wise old man had been guiding him since he came to this plane, leading him on a path different from other angels who had descended. He no longer only knew The slaves who obey orders are no longer emotionless machines.

He, Augustus, learned to think, and from then on he had the meaning of existence.

Augustus bowed deeply to the twilight old man, and then gently closed the wooden door of the prayer room.

The footsteps of Blood Angel gradually faded away on the corridor, and murderous intent began to spread on the corridor.

Rogge was thinking while flying carelessly in the clouds.

Go do something of your own? The question is, what else does he have to do now, except find a way out for the most important people around him. But how easy is it to escape the final judgment? *** has already completed the entire process of becoming a god. If there are no major accidents, he will continue to exist until the end of this plane. It was precisely because of this that Rogge was relieved to let her exile into the turbulence of space. But looking at the entire plane, how many people can survive in the storm between planes

Rogge kept counting, but there were only ten.

The fat man sighed slightly, feeling sad. At this moment, he has too many worries. Not to mention other things, it is impossible for the little fairy Froya to escape from this plane. That means that when the Day of Judgment comes, it will be her end. The showdown with Heaven that Rogg single-handedly initiated was actually the same as pushing her into destruction.

He knew that, in a sense, the Archduke of Bavaria was right.

Rogge flew very high, the wind blew past his face, and it was as sharp as a knife.

He sighed and put all his thoughts out of his mind. Light flashed slightly around him and flew into the distance. At this moment, his thoughts moved like lightning and arrows. But just as the fat man mentioned it, there was Ichika in front of him, and suddenly there was another person.

The fat man was pitying himself and hurting himself, so he rushed forward. This man appeared again without warning, and by now it was too late to dodge. That person didn't expect that Rogge would be unable to control his momentum. As a result, he was caught off guard and the two of them collided violently!

Rogge's instantaneous rush was extremely fast. At this speed, even two solid rocks would be smashed into pieces. He didn't have time to think about it. At the moment of impact, his mental strength had already been gathered, and his whole body was instantly stronger than fine steel.

The fat man secretly had a plan in his mind, thinking that no matter who was on the other side, he would suffer a lot in this collision first.

The fat man, carrying countless afterimages, silently collided with the man.

Circles of invisible shock waves spread in all directions. Hundreds of floating electric balls suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and countless black space crack streamers were controllably moving across the sky.

The man stood frozen in the air, motionless.

The fat man felt a golden light coming out of his eyes and a constant roar in his ears. It was like running into a mountain while running. The result would be much worse than hitting a mountain. If the opposite side really was a mountain, then the fat man would directly crash into it, maybe. It can still pass through from the other end, but it is bounced back without any room for resistance like now.

Rogge groaned, and after rolling nearly a kilometer, he finally stabilized his body. He was at a disadvantage because he was unable to react in time and did not exert any real power at all. However, the opponent's reaction time was not much longer than his, but he gathered far more power than Fatty. This led to such a disparity in the outcome of this collision.

The fat man opened his eyes angrily and looked into the sky. Black light began to surround his left hand.

The fat man is really unwilling. He has not finished reading the Book of Hero. If he fights seriously, there are few people in the entire plane who can make him flinch. Now he has successfully jumped from the seventh page of the Book of Hero. After coming out, looking at the entire plane, except for those few old and mature guys, what does he have to fear

The moment he raised his head again, the fat man had already seen the man's appearance clearly. This time he remained silent. In a flash, he rushed to the man and hugged him with open arms.

With a swipe sound, a pair of golden wings spread out from behind the figure, holding Rogge's hands. Then the slender hand stretched out with lightning, and easily grabbed Rogge's throat.

Rogge felt like there was an iron hoop on his throat, suffocating him completely. He smiled with difficulty. "Na, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, and your way of greeting is still so warm!" "

Wella's face turned slightly red, she let go of her hand, and said forcefully: Well... you can't blame me! You are so useless. I haven’t seen you for so long. Why haven’t your powers grown much? "

Rogge smiled, but his power was not as strong as the gods in heaven, so why do we need power? Where have you been hiding during this time? I can't sense your presence at all. I haven’t seen you for so long, you seem to be a different person. Let me see, what are the differences... The power has grown again, and now it is simply perfect! This face is also more lethal, tsk tsk, and even the figure is getting better and better. Have you specially modified your body? I have to say, this is indeed a very good approach, or I can give you some advice... "

Before the fat man could finish his words, Wella's hand covered him. She scolded in a fit of laughter and tears: "Damn fat man, something bad happened to you, and you started talking nonsense again."

Rogge chuckled, took Wella's hand, and took it off his mouth. What good thing could there be? It’s just that I figured out some things, so I feel a lot more relaxed. "

Wella nodded and suddenly fell silent.

Rogge held her hand with no intention of letting go, but Wella just let him hold it, which surprised Rogge, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

The two of them fell into silence. In the end, Wella was the first to break the silence: "Damn fat man, don't ask anything, just stay with me for a while."

Rogge nodded silently.

With a slight movement of her hand, Wella took Rogge's hand in turn and pulled him to fly away.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had slowly landed on the top of a dangerous mountain.

The peak is extremely high and dangerous, with only a few thin and tall ancient pines growing stubbornly among the mountain wind and rocks.

It's dusk again.

They sat on the top of the peak, looking at the setting sun, and Ren Yunxia coated them with a slightly fiery golden color.

"Little Roger..." Wella said softly.

"Um?"

"I'm very tired and want to take a nap. I'd like to lend you a shoulder."

Before Rogge agreed, she gently leaned against Rogge and fell asleep. The wind picked up a few strands of gold from her, and gently brushed Rogge's face.

The setting sun is warm and cozy.

Rogge held her soft body in his arms, feeling the faint body fragrance, feeling peaceful and happy in his heart, and fell asleep just like that.

Suddenly, Rogge regained consciousness. He looked around and found that the surrounding fields were vast, with no edges visible up, down, left, and right.

This is an extremely vast plane. Rogge instinctively felt that perhaps in terms of the size of the space alone, it is enough to hold hundreds of millions of his own planes. Moreover, this plane is very special, with its stability and stability. The solidity still exceeded Rogge's imagination. As far as Rogge knows, there is no existence or force that can destroy the spatial structure here. In his own plane, he can easily tear apart the spatial barrier and penetrate into the turbulent flow of space. But if he tried to do this here, he would be like a fly trying to break through the wall. No matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain.

Fatty had a vague intuition that such a magical plane was not naturally generated, but a man-made product.

What kind of existence can create such a solid plane

In the face of such a miracle, Rogge finally felt that he should be humble.

When Luo Geshang was immersed in emotion and shock, he felt a ray of light shining on him. He turned around and saw that a blazing sun was rising in the distance! Although the distance was unknown, the blazing light had already burned Rogge's skin.

That's not the sun, that's the light of the Lord God!

Rogge's heart almost stopped beating. He covered his eyes with his hands, blocking the light that could blind his eyes, and slowly backed away.

At this moment, Rogge also felt a stab of pain on the back of his neck!

He turned around like a whirlwind, stunned.

Behind him, another round of divine glory rose!

This round of divine glory is neither the first nor the last.

After it, rounds of divine lights lit up one after another. In the blink of an eye, a total of twelve rounds of divine lights appeared in the sky at the same time.

Rogge's eyes were closed tightly, but he still couldn't block the extremely intense light. The entire plane was filled with indescribable intense light. This light was so intense that Rogge felt that with every breath he took, he was breathing in light and breathing out fire!

He felt that he should have been burning in the light long ago, but somehow, despite the extreme burning pain in his body, he still existed.

At this moment, the radiance that filled the entire plane suddenly dimmed, and the twelve rounds of divine radiance that were originally impossible to look directly at turned into a soft light at this moment. This is not because they are dimming, but because there is an indescribably powerful light shining in the sky.

Rogge looked up to the sky, staring at the unimaginable but not dazzling light.

That is the purest light.

He filled the entire sky, filled every corner of the plane, and wiped away the pain from Rogge's body.

In the light that filled everything, a message was conveyed eloquently, and the content naturally appeared in Rogge's heart.

"In accordance with the ten thousand year agreement, we make the following ruling."

Rogge also knew that this message also sounded in the twelve rounds of holy glory, but he didn't understand why he knew this.

At this moment, he had just recovered from the shock, and he could already tell that there were many familiar auras in the twelve rounds of holy glory. Among them are Dismasson, the lord of destruction, whom he serves, and Isaac, the lord of redemption. Rogge once interrogated Victoria carefully and remembered the aura of Setanistoria, the Lord of War, from her. The ray of light with the farthest and most erratic ear is actually the main god that impressed Rogge the most, that is Erluo, the billionaire chairman.

Rogge didn't have time to think about what the ten-thousand-year covenant was and what the so-called ruling was before he felt the entire plane tremble. Then the brilliance of Dismassen, the Lord of Destruction, expanded rapidly and became extremely dazzling, and the Lord of Redemption Isaac's brilliance was also expanding, and the Lord of Billions' radiance fluctuated, seeming to have changed, and yet nothing seemed to have happened.

Other divine radiances are bright and dark.

Before Rogge could recover from the shock, he saw a round of divine light suddenly dimming, turning into a burning fireball, roaring downwards and falling.

Rogge's heart beat wildly, because even though he had never had any contact, he still sensed a bit of the same aura as Wella from this divine radiance. Could it be that he is Tiratmis who single-handedly created the angels of light? Why did he fall

Rogge felt out of breath and his chest was so tight that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't make any sound. The fat man felt very strange. He and Tiratmis were not related to each other, so from any point of view, there was no reason to feel sad for this main god. So where does this unbearable pain come from

The burning Tiratmis continued to fall downwards. At the very bottom, he finally broke through the invisible edge of space like a huge meteorite, causing ripples.

At this moment, through the ripples in space, Rogge glimpsed the other side of heaven.

There is also an extremely vast space, with countless wings flickering in and out of the flowing light. Those are all angels, they are arranged neatly, their eyes are closed, as if they are sleeping.

It's not surprising to see angels, even if these are intermediate-level angels or above. The problem is, there are just too many of them.

With just a glimpse, Roger saw more than thousands of angels

At this moment, Rogge's body suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand and could no longer float in the air, falling straight towards the countless angels below. Almost at the same moment, all the angels opened their eyes, and tens of thousands of mechanical and cold eyes fell on him at the same time!

"ah!"

Rogge yelled and sat up suddenly, only to realize that it was just a dream. He kicked the person to rest, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. Wei Na sighed softly and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Rogge took a breath and looked at Wella. Those were not dreams... You showed them to me, right? "

Wei Na smiled lightly, that is my memory in heaven. so… "

Her hands, as white as jade, suddenly bloomed with a faint golden light. These lights were not very powerful, but they were very wonderful, enough to put the strong men of the plane into deep sleep. With a flick of her slender hand, Wella had already struck Rogge on the forehead.

It's just that what Wella wants to do often ends up unexpectedly with Rogge, and this time is no exception. She hit Rogge firmly on the forehead, but she never expected that it would be herself who was filled with endless sleepiness!

Before falling into the deepest sleep, what Wella saw was Rogge's familiar smile, which contained both pride and concern. Sleeping with such a smile, he suddenly felt very safe.

Rogge supported her limp body and continued with a smile: "...So there is absolutely no hope in this war. You want to put me into the turbulence of space and stay here to face the judgment of the gods in the heavens. Is that right? Is that so? It’s just that it’s not me who should be sleeping in the turbulence of space, but you. Haha, even if you couldn’t outwit me back then, let alone now. Courage is commendable after repeated defeats, but It does not apply to all times! You are already very tired, so just go to sleep..."

Rogge picked up Wella and walked step by step toward the bloody sunset, walking on an invisible staircase.

The setting clouds are like gauze, and the mountain wind is biting.

The setting sun here is not the setting sun that never sets in the secret realm. Soon, it will sink into the mountains.

Where there is evening, there is morning. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)