Blasphemy

The twelve statues of purgatory angels correspond to the twelve main gods of heaven. w Ww/Quan Ben/c om When the twelve angel statues gather together, it is when the gate of heaven stands on the clouds of this plane.

This is what the Pope said to Rogge.

Rogge stood high above the clouds, staring at the faint ripples of space that had not dissipated before his eyes, feeling a lingering sadness in his heart. Just now, he sent Wella, who had fallen into the deepest sleep, into the space turbulence, just like he did to ***.

They were also born from the origin of God, and they also almost lost themselves in this plane. From the initial life-and-death struggle to joining hands to fight against the enemy, they not only sacrificed their lives for each other to fight against the enemy, but also fought openly and secretly in all aspects all the time.

It's just that at this moment, all the past events are gone with the wind. I wonder if hundreds of millions of years later, in the endless turbulence, they will pass each other for a moment.

Sunset and moonrise.

After standing in the air for an unknown amount of time, Rogge finally sighed and turned around slowly. Patches of white frost had condensed on the corners of his temples.

It's not that he has nothing to do now, but he has too many things to do. Now there is only one statue of the Angel of Purgatory left to gather together, although it is only a matter of time before the statues gather together. Moreover, there are already eleven statues standing in the hall. The power of the gods of heaven is infinite. If they continue to pay attention to this plane, perhaps twelve statues of purgatory angels are not needed to build the gate of heaven.

But no matter what, it is always a good thing that the Angels of Purgatory are ready a day late.

Rogge's eyes swept across the entire land. He knew that the Pope's power was in jeopardy at this moment, and a new statue of the Angel of Purgatory might be made at any time. Although Fatty always seemed to have good luck, he never believed in luck.

Rather than believing that the Church of Light would still be under the control of the Pope and that new statues would not appear, it would be better to completely eliminate the possibility of making new statues. Rogge now knows that only those who have reached the peak of power in a certain aspect can become the original statue of the Angel of Purgatory.

Fatty thought about the entire continent. There are still a few people who are qualified to become purgatory angel statues, but many of them have fallen under the butcher's knife of Rogge and the Church of Light. Rogge suddenly remembered that maybe the Pope had this in mind when he assigned him this task. It's just that no matter whether the old man in a high position is full of divine power or is no different from an ordinary old man in his old age, what appears in Rogge's eyes is darkness, a darkness that does not reveal any information.

Roger no longer thought about this problem. He knew there were no answers.

He scanned the ground beneath his feet again, trying to find the aura of a powerful existence, but found nothing. Now Rogge knew that besides himself, there was also the Grand Duke of Bavaria who could serve as the original existence of the Purgatory Angel statue. As for Little *** and Naifei, they are not perfect yet. The most important thing is that they have too little aura that belongs to this plane. Therefore, it is not suitable as the original image of the Angel of Purgatory.

But since we said goodbye that day. The Archduke of Bavaria disappeared as if he suddenly evaporated, leaving Rogge completely unable to sense his aura. Rogge had always had some hidden worries in his heart, wondering if the Grand Guild was secretly engaging in some conspiracy. But then he thought about it, sooner or later he would have to fight against the heavens anyway, so what does it matter if it was sooner or later

As soon as he thought of this, Rogge put the matter aside, turned around and flew away into the distance.

The sound of tinkling could be heard from time to time on the top floor of the church.

The little *** held her chin with both hands. He looked at Rogge who was busy with all his attention.

Rogge was sweating profusely, holding a sledgehammer in his hand and banging a battle ax with a strong magical aura. Just from the radiant magical brilliance of the battle ax, it can be known that it is definitely extraordinary, and may even be close to an artifact. It's just that the dull sledgehammer in Rogg's hand looked like a top-grade artifact, and he knocked the battle ax into a steel bar in a few clicks.

It wasn't just a tomahawk that was unlucky. At this moment, there are a lot of various weapons and magic props piled at Rogge's feet. The magical radiance bloomed and illuminated the large room as bright as day. These equipments have been collected by the Church of Light for hundreds of years. If any one of them were leaked, it would be enough to cause a sensation. But at this moment, they were scattered all over the place like the cheapest weapons and armor, waiting to fall into the fat claws of Rogge who seemed to have no idea of their value.

The percussion sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" is crisp and soft, which is very pleasant to the ear. There will also be bursts of harmony from time to time. The beauty of the sound can fully demonstrate the value of these equipments.

Pieces of precious and powerful magic equipment turned into long strips in Rogge's hands. They are of varying lengths and thicknesses, and are as ugly as they need to be. Not only do they change shape, but their magical properties change completely. No matter what the original material of these equipment is, it will become as soft as bread under Fatty's hands, and will be hammered into shape in a short time. As more and more strips are placed on the ground, magical ripples will appear between them from time to time.

During this process, the fat man seemed to be struggling. Every time he hit a few pieces, he had to stop and take a breath. After a while, he was sweating profusely.

When *** saw her, her lips opened slightly, blowing out a wisp of wind that seemed to have disappeared. There was a slight chill in the wind, flying around Rogge and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The fat man smiled at the little ***, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his expression immediately stiffened, and a layer of gray quickly climbed onto his face, and then, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Ri let out a soft sigh and immediately turned his eyes elsewhere. She was too powerful and used to destruction. It was the first time in her life that she could blow such a gentle wind. As a result, she accidentally blew the soft wind into a strong wind, and the lethality was not so strong. Even the fat man was frozen and temporarily unable to move. If it had been an ordinary strong person, he would have been seriously injured even if he did not die.

The fat man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his whole body trembled, he shook off all the frost on his body, and continued working with the hammer. He grabbed it casually and found another long sword in his hand.

The long sword is completely dark blue, like the deepest and quietest night sky, and little bits of deadly and beautiful stardust will float out from the blade from time to time.

The fat man wordlessly raised the blue starry sky in front of him and stared at the azure sword peak full of memories and temptations. The jumping starlight reflected his face in and out, just like the ups and downs of his heart.

The beauty who once held the sword quietly appeared in his heart again. She is handsome, charming, and ruthless, but she still has innocent and kind thoughts in her heart. She acted like a man and tried to use her own strength to find a place in the world of machinations that only belonged to men. However, she was proud, arrogant and simple, and she was destined to fail. She dares to love and hate, and will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. How can we explain clearly and understand the relationship between Mao Zedong, Froya and him

This sword is here. The man has gone.

Rogge sighed secretly, raised the hammer with his hand, and in the blink of an eye, this artifact, which was famous for its beauty and power in the continent, ceased to exist. Now that the man is gone, what use is the sword

***Sitting opposite him quietly. She was completely unaware of the ups and downs in Rogge's heart at this moment.

"Where's Naifei?" Rogge asked while busy.

"She said she could help you with other things and avoid the war that was destined to lead to death. So she found a place to hide herself." *** said.

The fat man was slightly surprised. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "What a smart boy." After that, he started working hard again.

Not long after, Fatty had turned all the weapons and equipment into thin sticks of different lengths. When the last one was completed, these extremely rough and ugly thin sticks suddenly glowed with a hazy magical light and made a subtle roar. A magic wave continues to reverberate in them, repeatedly strengthening, until every wave of magic light and shadow will cause the entire room to shake.

*** There was a solemn look on his face. These magic fluctuations responded to each other and combined the power of so many artifacts into one, which made her instinctively feel a little afraid.

The fat man kept working, and in a blink of an eye, he used these thin sticks to build an iron cage.

The cage is not big. After all, although the Church of Light has a rich collection, the equipment is actually not much in terms of volume, so the cage cannot be built big at all.

After Roger hammered the last hammer, he smiled and looked at his work with great satisfaction. It's just that he waited for a long time and didn't wait for little ***'s praise. After all, she barely spoke.

The fat man couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, so he simply boasted: "Look at this cage! All the forces in the world are integrated into one, circulating with each other, and there is no leakage! I'm not bragging. Once the door of this cage is closed, the inside and outside are completely two planes. Not only can It blocks any attacks from both inside and outside, and time inside the cage is almost static! What kind of artifact can do this? Hehe, I am enough to be famous throughout the ages just by relying on this cage. If this is placed in the Hammer of the God of War Sell it, what’s the price? You have to give a big empire in exchange! But it looks a bit rough... called rough!” The fat man walked around the cage a few times, bragging for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he had never been so great before. He immediately picked up a small chisel and carved his name crookedly. Fatty's calligraphy was never worthy of compliments. Even after reading the Book of Hero and understanding the secrets of many planes, it would not help him improve his calligraphy.

But as soon as his name was mentioned, all the magical aura immediately disappeared without a trace.

Come take a look and see if you can figure out what else is unique about this cage. "Roger proudly said to the little ***.

*** stood up slowly, flew to the cage, and looked at it carefully for a long time. Apart from the things Rogge boasted about just now, she really couldn't find anything else unique about him. She opened the cage door again and looked inside. Her silver eyes had clearly seen that there were two completely different worlds inside and outside the cage. Perhaps because the cage door was open, the flow of time inside and outside was almost completely synchronized, but it could still be seen that the time in the world inside the cage was slightly slower. a little. But this fat man said it just now.

The little *** turned around and looked at Rogge with some confusion.

At this moment, she has grown up completely. Apart from her facial expression, her figure and appearance are exactly the same as hers. After all, this is her true body. As she grew up, her cold and calm temperament became more and more apparent, and her demeanor gradually became more consistent with hers.

Rogge sighed secretly in his heart, but there was a malicious smile on his face: "Don't you think the size of this cage is just right for you? She was startled, and before she could react, Rogge ate her from the vagina. A heavy slap. She instinctively exclaimed, her figure flashed, and she moved forward one meter in an instant.

Bang!

The cage door slammed shut.

The little *** was really shocked. She tried to break out of the cage, but the world inside the cage was self-contained, with various forces complementing each other. There was no flaw. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break the invisible barrier and touch it. The steel bars of the cage.

After several attempts to no avail, she could only look at Rogge and want to ask why she was locked up here. But Rogge's movements became faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye they turned into ever-changing light, shadow and color blocks. Not only Rogge, but also everything outside the cage is like this. And all the sounds became a monotonous and meaningless scream.

She knew that this was not because Rogge had become faster, but because time in the cage was flowing slower and slower, so his strength increased, so that he could barely keep up with the rhythm of the world outside the cage.

The fat man stood outside the cage, looking at the little girl standing motionless in the cage, and sighed softly, even if the plane was destroyed, this cage would not be broken. Although you can't hear my voice now, but... this is not your war, stay here well. "He took one last look at the still little ***, shook his head, said nothing more, just patted the cage lightly, then turned around and walked out.

quiet.

Sudden silence!

In absolute silence, the entire room quietly lit up.

Rogge stood there, his face as cold as frost, staring at the strong holy light coming through the window. The holy light contains endless pressure, which is the majesty that only belongs to the heaven!

His body suddenly trembled, and a pair of blue wings stretched uncontrollably on his back, stretching to the maximum, corresponding to the holy glory and majesty.

In the tide of holy light, Rogge stood like a mountain. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed his pair of blue wings, followed by a hoarse, angry and unyielding, beast-like roar!

Rogge swayed, step by step, and walked out of the hall with difficulty.

Behind him, the pair of blue wings that once represented nobility and arrogance were lying on the floor, swaying slightly with ease.

However, Rogge didn't notice that the man who should have been standing still had turned his head at this moment and was staring at his leaving back.

This was originally a world of night, but now it has become a sea of holy light.

The soft holy light is as substantial as the light snowflakes, flying and falling from the sky. The night that should have fallen was driven to the corner by Shenghui.

At this moment, across the entire Gloryland continent, countless people walked out of their homes and looked up in awe at this vision between heaven and earth, the greatest miracle ever recorded in history.

Night has turned into day.

The holy light that illuminates the sky is not the milky white that people usually see, but alternates between light gold and light blue, and occasionally other colors. The sky should have been so gorgeous, but the faint coercion contained in the pieces of holy light falling like snow made people feel awe when looking up at the sky.

Although the coercion in the Holy Glory is so faint that it is almost imperceptible, the trembling felt in the hearts of ordinary civilians and powerful men is no different, just like when in front of an ancient dragon, no matter it is A rabbit or a lion would be equally afraid.

Rogge stood on the long steps of the Great Temple of Light, looking up at the holy light falling in the sky, opening his mouth slightly and taking a deep breath.

What he blew out was a wisp of ice-blue breath.

The fat man no longer looked up at the holy light in the sky, pushed open the door of the Great Temple of Light, and strode in.

Rogge has walked through this long and lonely corridor many times, and every time he walks, he will gain some different insights. But this time, from the moment he stepped onto this corridor, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. It felt like being on a deserted island and suddenly losing contact with another partner. It was sadness, loneliness, and a little panic.

Rogge quickened his pace, and after a moment he arrived in front of the Pope's prayer room. Outside the old wooden door, Augustus was standing there, seemingly waiting for him.

Seeing Rogge's arrival, Blood Angel silently took a step to the side. Make way for Rogge. Rogge frowned slightly and came to the door, raising his hand to knock on the door. He raised his hands high in the air. Finally, it landed gently on the door, stroking the mottled lines on the wooden door that represented the breath of time.

This door can no longer be opened.

The moment he touched the wooden door, Rogge felt that there was nothingness behind the door. The Pope and his prayer room had disappeared into the endless void. Cease to exist. This is real nothingness. Unlike the turbulence of space, the world of nothingness cannot accommodate any material existence, and even the soul cannot stay.

Rogge stroked the wooden door for a long time, then turned to Augustus and asked seriously: "Your Majesty has left?"

Blood Angel nodded. He said calmly: "Yes. His Majesty knows that you will come back, but he said that he can't wait until that time, so he asked me to wait for you here.

Rogge raised his eyebrows slightly. Did he say anything? "

Augustus's voice gradually became lower and lower. At the moment before he left, his eyes had seen through the past and future, and had passed through the heavy fog that obscured the gods in heaven. What he asked me to tell you is. The one who currently ranks among the twelve main gods is Dismasson, the Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption. Lord of Destruction and Lord of Redemption. In fact, they are just two sides of the same entity. "

The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption, are they one and the same? !

After a moment of silence, Rogge raised his head and said: "I understand. It turns out that destruction is the salvation of heaven. What heaven needs is purity. Not tolerance."

Augustus smiled rarely. The world has always had only one kind of glory. When has it ever been tolerant? Since the gods have chosen the best path for us, why should we be tolerant? "

Rogge stared at Augustus for a long time, and then said slowly: "Dear Lord Augustus, if I see it correctly, you are flowing with the purest celestial light. What you just said is true. Wrong, but your tone is not quite right, it is completely disrespectful to the gods in heaven."

Augustus smiled slightly and replied: "Dear Lord Rogge, if I see it correctly, you once carried the glory of Dismassen, the Lord of Destruction! Before you doubt my disrespect, do you Can you explain where the injury on your back came from?”

Rogge's gaze gradually became sharp as he stared at Augustus, and the edges of the scenery behind him were slightly blurred, as if a very light shadow enveloped them.

There seemed to be a breeze flowing in the corridor, and several strands of Augustus's brown-gold silk flew up quietly, then broke into several pieces silently, and then disappeared without a trace in the wind. It's like it never happened.

Augustus stood calmly, as if he was completely unaware of the changes around him. He was neither on guard nor increasing his strength, he just looked at Rogge calmly.

The shadow shrouding the corridor quietly faded away, and the frost on Rogge's face melted away at the same time. He smiled and said: "Dear Lord Augustus, forgive me for being rude just now. But I am indeed very strange. Descend or reincarnate. Angels should have no judgment of their own and can only unconditionally obey the Lord God's oracle. But now it seems that this rule does not apply to you at all."

Blood Angel smiled slightly again, and his resolute and weather-beaten face became a little kinder. After the final judgment, perhaps the ordinary beings in this plane can still pass on for millennia without knowing it, until the moment it becomes an abandoned place, but We angels who have descended or reincarnated have already been imprinted with this plane on our souls. Apart from being restored to the energy of its original source, there is no other way to eliminate this imprint imprinted by the rules of the plane space. There is always only one kind of radiance in heaven, so in the final judgment, we are the first to be cleansed. At that time, in a sense, I still existed, and all that disappeared was a consciousness called Augustus. In fact, the only difference between me and other angels is that this consciousness named Augustus does not want to disappear. So you see, I'm not really that different, I just have some ideas of my own. "

At this time, the holy light outside the window lit up again, reflecting the dim corridor as bright as day. This time the Holy Glory is light cyan and has extremely strong penetrating power. Under this unprecedented holy light, both the boulders and the walls became almost transparent.

At this moment, there is no corner in the entire plane for darkness to hide.

In this holy light that shines all over, Rogge and Augustus stand opposite each other. We are still chatting like friends for many years.

"Dear Lord Augustus, when did there be a statue in the Hall of Purgatory Angels? Who is it?"

There are still only eleven statues in the temple. "

"Why did the Gate to Heaven appear?"

"Your Majesty once said to me that throughout the long flow of time, change is the eternal theme. What once existed may not continue to exist. What has never appeared will not come before it begins. We can see and grasp it. It is really limited. So it is normal for the results we expected to occur. Who stipulated that the twelve angel statues must be completed before the heaven can start building the gate of heaven? "

Rogge laughed out loud. But although there are indeed some things in this world that are destined to have results. But I want to do it. "

Augustus laughed at this. "

Rogge nodded. However, I don’t think there is any need for us to fight side by side, so we can just do our own thing. It's almost time for me to leave. "

"Wait a minute." Augustus stopped Rogli and there is something else he wants to give you. This is something I personally entrust to you. "

When the Blood Angel reached out, there was already something in his palm, something that Rogge had wanted for a long time.

It was a metal disk with a mysterious and cold atmosphere, and the surface of the disk was engraved with extremely fine patterns. When you look closely, you will find that these patterns are actually composed of symbols that are so small that they are almost indistinguishable. Moreover, these symbols are not engraved on the body of the disc, but slightly floating on the surface of the disc. The symbols are too small. The distance between them and the metal disk was also too close. Even with Rogge's eyesight, he almost didn't realize that they were actually floating when he first looked at them. When Rogge stared again. I also found that these detailed symbols were flowing slowly. From the outside, they appear almost motionless, even as decades and centuries pass. It may not be possible to move a single thread of distance. But judging by their size, they are rushing at extremely fast speeds.

Those thin and silky patterns. In fact, they are just magnificent rivers.

The entire disk is a world of its own, going around and around, constantly moving according to its own laws. Rogge stared at the disc, and instantly realized that those tiny symbols were not just symbols. If you look carefully, you can seem to see that each symbol is composed of countless smaller symbol patterns. From this point of view, perhaps each symbol is like this metal disk, forming a world of its own.

What about the more subtle symbols that make up this symbol? Can it be decomposed in the same way until it reaches infinity

Rogge felt slightly dizzy. He calmed down, concentrated slightly, and then looked away from the metal disk. The fat man gently stroked the metal disk, feeling secretly sighing in his heart.

Is this the law of space that Rodriguez wants to obtain in his lifetime

Rogge asked Augustus: "I'm afraid this thing can't be taken out casually, right?"

Blood Angel said: "Why not? Anyway, the people guarding it have returned to the embrace of heaven. This thing is just an ownerless thing now. Since I can't understand it, I might as well show it to you."

Rogge took the metal disc recording the laws of space into his arms and sighed softly: "This thing is of no use to me anymore. It's just a souvenir."

At this moment, when he got hold of this space law, Rogge couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart. Rodriguez has devoted his whole life to it. If he were here at this time, he would probably think it was not worth it.

The laws of space have endless mysteries. If given time, you may be able to comprehend the infinite power from them. But the problem lies precisely in time. If you want to understand something, the time it takes may be calculated in hundreds of years. Originally, both Rodriguez back then and Rogge now had nearly infinite lives, and a hundred years was just a snap of the fingers. But at this moment when the gate to heaven is being established, the only thing this plane lacks is time. And judging from the power displayed by the gods in the heavens, even if Rodriguez obtained the law of space, he was destined to have no time to research anything.

For Rogge, the seventh page of the Book of Heroes and the content contained in this space law were like the vast sea. He was just standing on a small island and had a glimpse of a very limited piece of water. Not to mention how vast the world is underwater, even what he can see is just a small and insignificant area in the sea.

Since there is no time, and since there is still a lot of content that has not been understood even on the seventh page of the Book of Hilo, what use is there to Rogge with one more space law? But since this was Rodriguez's wish back then, Fatty put away the Space Law at this moment just to fulfill this wish.

Rogge said no more, turned around and walked out.

Blood Angel hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Lord Rogge, let me ask a question that maybe you shouldn't ask. What you just used seems to be the power of the domain, but I don't feel that there is anything special about your domain, even The original characteristic of breaking the realm has also disappeared, and now your realm is a pure realm, nothing more. In this case, what is the use of having a realm?"

Rogge did not look back, he just laughed. What exists may not continue to exist. What has never appeared will not come before it begins. So, a field that is of no use at all must not exist? "

After that, he walked away. Augustus stayed alone in the corridor, frowned and thought for a moment, shook his head, and left slowly.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the night returned to its proper position. But in the middle of that day, there was an extra dazzling star. There were hundreds of shooting stars flying around the star that was almost as big as the blue moon. Occasionally, this star will suddenly shine, and then it will rain down large tracts of light. In the area where the light rain fell, people were surprised and delighted to find that this extremely gorgeous light rain was actually a rain of petals condensed from pieces of holy light.

In this rain of light, they heard bursts of hymns and praises to the gods.

So they knelt down, prayed, gave thanks, and no longer dared to look up at the stars hanging high in the sky, which represented the gods.

The stars that never set shine in the sky, and the soft starlight and light rain sometimes fall on the heads of nebulae and devout believers. Around the most brilliant stars, hundreds of flying shooting stars are equally beautiful.

Those are the angels. Some of the most devout believers say this to those around them.

The night is moving on.

Under the night, the glorious stars shine across the entire continent. This beautiful, mysterious, dreamlike night was very long.

Starlight shines on majestic mountains, great rivers, deserts, and vast oceans, as well as on quiet and deep valleys everywhere.

The Elf Valley is still as quiet as ever. But on this night, this quiet and beautiful valley was a little different. In the past, the valley was filled with a peaceful and beautiful tranquility, but this night, the Elf Valley was enveloped in a deathly silence. Occasionally, one or two dusky crows would fly through the sky with their chirping, and they would hover, as if they wanted to find a meal in this dead silence. However, the rich and almost solid atmosphere in the valley made them shudder, and they would fly away into the distance.

The huge and majestic magic circle in the Elf Valley still exists, but all the magic symbols have lost their luster, and the magnificent temple that once floated in the air has turned into a dark boulder, leaning and sinking into the ground.

The cold night blew over the bodies of the elves. These elves lay quietly on the ground, seeming to have fallen into the deepest slumber. They have different postures, and many of them still maintain the same movements as when they were alive, as if sleep fell on everyone at the same moment. In this dead Elf Valley, there is another figure moving.

He was dressed in a green robe, and his figure was handsome and upright. Slowly walking through the prone elves, he picked up the fallen elves one by one. Place them in a peaceful supine position and tidy up their slightly messy clothes. Occasionally, he would stand up straight and stretch his muscles as if he was extremely tired. I just don’t know whether he is tired mentally or physically.

The moment he stood up straight. The cold night illuminated his face, it was none other than Hughes. It's just that there are some knife-like lines on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which adds a lot of vicissitudes to him.

At this moment, the door of a windowless building in the corner of the valley suddenly opened, and brilliant light came out from the door, instantly lighting up the entire Elf Valley.

In this brilliance, Ai Feier blows out of the building like the wind. She was dressed in exquisite armor, and a faint magical light mist rose from the armor, lingering around her. Smooth nail leaves protruded from the armor. It not only has a decorative function, but also seems to have offensive and defensive capabilities. Follow her movements. The pale golden ponytail was also dancing in the air, flying and jumping.

Eiffel holds a long bow in her hand. The bow is dark red and seems to be made of blood. The statues of the twelve great elf kings on the bow also look very ferocious. They don't look like peace-loving elves, but rather resemble blood elves who are bloodthirsty.

With the flash of brilliance emitted by the armor, Eiffel could clearly see the scene of the entire Elf Valley. She stared blankly at the floating temple that had turned into a huge stone and the elves scattered on the ground. After a moment, she looked at Hughes who was still grooming the sleeping elves.

"Elder Hughes, your ritual failed?"

While carefully straightening the messy hair of an elf girl, Hughes slowly replied: "It can't be said to be a failure, but I don't know if it is successful. All we need to do is to complete this ritual. As for the result, I guess I’ve lost sight of it.”

Eiffel frowned and said: "Elder Hughes, you have been busy with this ceremony for these years. But I don't understand why it is necessary to awaken Shiloh? In my opinion, with the power that our plane can gather, awakening The possibility of Hilo is almost completely non-existent. You are completely busy working towards a hopeless goal. And having said that, Hilo had already failed once in front of the main god of heaven. In recent years, it seems that none of the main gods of heaven have failed. Idle, while Shiloh has been sleeping. Even if you wake it up, will such a loser reverse the entire situation?"

Hughes stopped what he was doing and raised his head in surprise. He looked at Eiffel. This well-armed elf girl was as clear and simple as ever, but at this moment, she had a fierce murderous aura about her body.

Hughes sighed softly, Mayfair, this is not what a pious elf should say... "

"Why should we be pious? Is it just because piety is the tradition of elves?" Eiffel asked back: "Actually, there is no difference between the way Shiloh views elves and the way the gods of heaven view believers of light. If it weren't for the gods of heaven occupying this plane, I am afraid that Shiloh will treat the elves in the same way tens of millions of years later. So, why should I be pious?"

Hughes raised his eyebrows, his face showed a hint of anger, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. But Eiffel's clear eyes met Hughes's without flinching.

After a while, Hughes let out a long sigh, and his expression suddenly became very desolate and lonely. His eyes slowly swept across the elves in the valley, and sighed: "Effier, what you said... can't be said to be wrong. So let us forget Shiloh. Anyway, there is no time in this plane. Now the two of us You are already the last elf in this plane, you wouldn’t want to fight with me at this time, would you?”

Eiffel was silent for a moment, and her slender fingers that tightly held the Dark Blood Longbow finally relaxed. Looking at the dead Elf Valley, this simple and direct Elf girl also had unconcealable sadness and confusion in her eyes.

A light layer of mist covered those starry eyes.

"Why did Elder Hughes turn all the elves into sacrifices for Shiloh? I really don't know that this magic circle that you spent countless efforts and hundreds of years to prepare is... actually used for this Purpose. Since they cannot escape destruction after all, and since they are also in despair, why not let them die gloriously in battle, but die under this illusory glory? "

Hughes straightened his body and looked up at the high night sky. Under the shadow of the stars, he looked like a standing ancient pine. Proud, upright and lonely.

Hughes did not give an answer to Eiffel's question. Perhaps only the gods in the dark will know. Hughes didn't want to answer, or couldn't answer.

Eiffel did not wait for Hughes's answer, and turned around and walked out of the valley. She walked through the many elves, and with every step she took, the light on her armor and longbow dimmed a little. The pale golden ponytail no longer danced. Instead, it falls straight down, like a solid golden waterfall.

At this moment, Eiffel's footsteps suddenly stopped. She raised her head, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and looked into the night sky.

The star that represents the divine brilliance shines brightly without knowing when. For a moment, the shining blue brilliance completely overwhelms the blue moon in the corner of the night sky. The number of meteors surrounding the stars has quietly doubled.

Another burst of brilliant light rain fell from the sky.

Different from the light rain that fell before, this time the light rain was much more gorgeous. Among the countless falling flowers, dozens of meteors that circled around the stars also landed together.

Eiffel retracted the slender and snow-white fingers of her right hand one by one, and grasped the dark-blood longbow tightly. There seemed to be traces of invisible murderous aura emanating from between her fingers.

Snapped!

Eiffel's ribbon suddenly broke. The pale golden hair immediately lost its restraint and started flying in the night sky.

Even though there was no wind.

Eiffel started walking towards the outside of the Elf Valley again.

Hughes suddenly said: "Aren't you going to go to him? There is really not much time left."

Eiffel said without looking back: "I know, but I won't go to him. I don't want him to see me fall. Likewise, I don't want to see him fall. So. It’s better for each of us to go our separate ways and not meet each other!”

Her clear words echoed endlessly in the valley, and her figure had long since disappeared into the night.

Hughes looked at the direction where Effier's figure disappeared and remained motionless for a long time. It wasn't until the gorgeous light rain under the night had disappeared that he shook his head. He sighed: "You kid, why don't you want to leave? This is neither his war nor your war. This is... my war..."

He stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head, and looked up at the stars that never set in the night sky, as if he had turned into a statue.

For a moment, there was a sudden snap in the dead silence of the Elf Valley, which sounded like the sound of broken porcelain.

From this moment on, the nights on the continent are no longer peaceful.

In the east of the continent, on the shore of the ocean, stands a tall tower that winds upward. This is the residence and magic laboratory of the great mage Beauvolta and his disciples. Beauvoir has a bad temper, is moody, and hates anyone disturbing his research, so he chose this uninhabited land to build his tower.

Whether you like it or not, building a high tower is an unwritten tradition of the great magisters on the continent. It seems that if you don't do this, it is not enough to highlight the identity of the great magister.

Beauvoir has already discovered the stars that never set in the night sky, but his interest is entirely in the elemental creatures in the alien plane, and an important research is at a critical juncture, so he does not care about this.

But he didn't expect uninvited visitors to visit his tower so soon.

In the soft glow and faint chants, the three angels slowly landed on the large terrace of the magic tower. Under the night, the wings behind them were so white that they were even dazzling.

An angel with a very soft face knocked gently on the terrace door. The slight knocking sound was replaced by a hoarse roar:

"Who's out there? Damn it, you made this place so bright! All my magic experiments are ruined! Damn it, no matter who you are, don't even think about leaving tonight alive, I have dozens of them here Where are the hungry elemental creatures!"

With a thunderous roar, a short, fat old man holding a long magic staff opened the terrace door forcefully. When he saw the three angels standing on the terrace, he was startled for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the three angels carefully.

After a moment, the old man said in a loud voice that was incompatible with his body: "So you are angels who came directly from heaven! It is indeed unexpected, but I am not interested in heaven now, and I can't talk about the respected Supreme God. Faith. You go, I won’t care about the failure of this experiment. Otherwise, my combat effectiveness of alien creatures may not be much worse than that of you angels... "

Beauvolta was only halfway through his words when he was drowned by the sudden surge of blood in his throat. He lowered his head in confusion, looking at the sword blade that suddenly appeared on his chest in confusion. This is a huge sword, with a faint celestial fire eye still burning on the blade. The area around Beauvota's wound had already turned into charcoal, so he felt no pain.

He raised his head with difficulty, pointed at the expressionless angel in front of him, and babbling, but his last spell could never be completed. He paused his magic wand again, trying to summon his disciples, but there was no response.

"Dear sir, you have made two mistakes." The angel in front of him said in a flat voice: "First, you should not blaspheme the Lord God. Second, there are more than three of us here."

A huge pillar of fire shot into the sky, and its momentum didn't slow down until it was a hundred meters high. In the torch that illuminated the seashore, the magic tower collapsed.

Westwood is a small city, but almost everyone in the Austro-Hungarian Empire does not know this small town. The only reason is that Westwood has a small knight academy that is famous for cultivating the best knights. Marquis Huaxi, who presided over the academy, was over eighty years old. When he was young, he had been promoted to the rank of Marshal of the Empire and was famous in the history of the Austro-Hungarian Empire for possessing the power of the Holy Land. After retiring, he devoted all his energy to this knight academy.

The Marquis was a devout religious man. So when the stars appeared in the night, his old face also lit up with light. However, the Marquis was also a true soldier, so although this night was special, he still forced all the students to go to bed on time, and he walked to the bedroom as usual.

When the Marquis opened the bedroom door, he was surprised to find two angels floating in his room.

"Praise the gods in heaven!" The old Marquis clasped his hands on his chest, looked up to the sky, and prayed excitedly: "You sent an angel to lead me into your kingdom..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burning pain in his chest. The Marquis looked at the angel in front of him in disbelief, watching him stab the suddenly appearing giant sword into his chest with no expression on his face.

At this moment, the progress of the sword bee was so slow that the old Marquis could even see the faint holy flame on the sword bee burning the flesh and blood around his wound!

"God... this is... why..." The Marquis gasped for air, and his eyes began to wander. In the corner of his eye, he could already see the light of fire reaching into the sky.

The answer did not come from the angel in front of me, but from a faint voice behind me.

"Because there is no place for you in the kingdom of the gods, whether you are pious or not."

The Marquis suddenly understood.

He suddenly felt that this voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. The moment before he fell into darkness, he finally remembered where he had heard this voice.

That was on the battlefield of the decisive battle between the North and the South. This voice belongs to the Pope of the North, Rogge.

The Marquis' tall body collapsed to the ground.

There seemed to be a light mist in the air, making everything look a little blurry. Light red smoke rises from the Holy Flame Giant Sword, which is the smoke catalyzed by the Marquis's wet blood.

The angel still maintained the posture of stabbing forward with his sword, a look of confusion on his originally expressionless face. He glanced at his companion beside him and saw that he was staring motionless at the door, so he turned to look at the door as well.

Outside the door, the night was filled with thick fog, and Rogge's figure slowly appeared in the fog.

The angel stared at the fat, kind figure and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you know that I am here to send you back to heaven." The fat man smiled brightly and walked into the room with square steps. He glanced at the other angel, his smile turned evil again, and added: "I really didn't expect to see another light angel here. Although you can't compare with the light angels I have seen before, but Since you are so beautiful, I will definitely be gentler when I kill you."

Compared with the angel holding the sword, this angel of light appears much more delicate and beautiful. Their similarities lie in the coldness, mechanics and delicacy of their faces. In a sense, they are not like the legendary angels, but more like golems made by talented hands.

The power of the angel of light seems to be far greater than that of the angel holding the sword, but the dominance of all actions lies in the hands of the angel holding the sword.

Hear what Roger said. The cold expressions of the two angels did not change at all. The angel holding the sword said solemnly: "You have blasphemed the holy glory of heaven..."

At this time, the light angel glanced at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly interjected: "Since you want to resist the heaven, then according to the rules of this plane, you should rescue him."

Roger's smile grew wider and wider. He also looked at the corpse on the ground since he believed devoutly in the gods in heaven. Then he deserves to die. And dying at your hands, isn't it a very reasonable but ironic ending? "

The angel holding the sword looked solemn, pointed the giant sword at Rogge's chest, and said in the voice of a mechanical tablet: "You have once again desecrated the holy glory of heaven. Prepare to be judged."

"Judgment? Wait a moment, let me think carefully..." Rogge smiled and looked at his whole body with an ambiguous look that the sword-wielding angel could not understand. The look seemed to have penetrated him directly. clothes.

I watched it for a long time. The fat man said: "... You have to let me think about whether angels will feel pain. Remember, angels can't feel pain. In this case. Then I will make you feel pain... "

The sword-wielding angel's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the giant sword in his hand was filled with holy flames. With the force of wind and thunder, it stabbed Rogge's chest. But just after the sword edge advanced a few minutes, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. Then he looked up to the sky and uncontrollably let out a miserable howl that resounded through the night sky!

White feathers filled the sky quietly floating in the Marquis's bedroom, and every feather was covered with dots of golden flames. These flames are the blood of these angels.

At some point, Rogge appeared behind the sword-wielding angel. He grasped the pair of white wings tightly with both hands, his fingers sinking deeply into the feathers and flesh, and slowly pulled them from the base of the wings to the tips. Wherever his fingers passed, the plump, beautiful, soft and radiant wings were stripped of flesh and blood, revealing white bones!

The angel holding the sword was trembling all over, but he always maintained the posture of stabbing forward with the sword. He seemed unable to move. In the face of this unprecedented pain, he could only scream miserably!

The smile at the corner of Rogge's mouth turned into a grin. He waved his hands faster and faster, tearing off the big white feathers and the flesh and blood underneath!

In the blink of an eye, the wings had turned into two pairs of thin skeletons, and the angel's howling voice became much hoarse and deeper.

Rogge kicked the angel to the ground with a flying kick, and then with a casual move, the flaming giant sword came into his hands. He laughed ferociously again, and with a twist of his hand, he twisted the Holy Flame Giant Sword into a steel rod.

The angel groaned and twitched, and just as he was about to get up, the steel rod with a sharp whistling sound fell head-on, knocking him to the ground.

The smile on the fat man's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a ferocious expression of gnashed teeth. He was beating and cursing at the same time, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

ditch? I'll let you know right now... what blasphemy is! Damn, there's a good piece of meat here... It's ready now! Are you going to call me again? Why are you silent..."

Golden flames continued to emerge from the rolling angel's body, but as soon as they appeared, they were extinguished by an invisible force. Therefore, the angel who should have been incinerated by the flames has been unable to escape. He can only moan and groan under the beating of Rogge who is almost a street gangster.

The angel's moans gradually became deeper, and Rogge's hoarse roar and gasps came to an end.

Finally, it was quiet.

Rogge stood in the room, looking up to the sky. At some point, two lines of tears quietly fell from his closed eyes. From this moment on, the war has begun. This is not his war, but since it is her war, then it is also his war.

Angel of Light stood quietly aside, looking at the bizarre scene in front of him, seemingly stunned.

Rogge slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the angel corpses scattered on the ground, and gently exhaled a breath. He turned around, looked at the Angel of Light who was still standing aside, and said calmly: "Are you going to self-destruct, or do you want me to do it?"

boom!

The raging flames soared hundreds of meters into the sky, illuminating the entire Westwood as bright as day. The small town was filled with people, who fled outside the city to avoid the fire. Such a fire would not only burn down the ancient and glorious Knight Academy, but it would also inevitably burn the entire city to the ground.

No one noticed that a lonely figure walked out of the blazing flames and disappeared into the vast night.

meet him. Don’t go see him, see him, don’t go see him…

The monotonous voice kept echoing in Froya's heart. She sat on the top of the cliff, facing the endless night sky, the cold blue moon and the high-hanging star. Let the mountain breeze flutter the skirt. She rested her chin on her hands, and swung her bare white feet in the air. He just looked intently at the magical rose in front of him that was as beautiful as a dream.

The petals of the magic rose flew away one by one. It turned into a small ball of beautiful magic halo and gradually disappeared into the night sky. In the little fairy's bottomless blue eyes, the magic rose was shrinking little by little, until the last petal disappeared in the wind.

Don't go see him.

The little goblin let out a long breath, and an enchanting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. She thought for a moment, waved her right hand lightly, and another magic rose formed in her hand.

"Let's do it again..." she thought.

See him... don't see him... everything starts again.

actually. She knew in her heart that no matter how many times she repeated this ancient and simple divination, the result would be the same because of every magic rose she made. The petals are all even numbered.

So the result this time is still not to see him.

Froya still had a smile on her lips, as if she was immersed in the memories of the past. After a long time, she waved her right hand gently again, and a magic rose was generated again. Just this time. The vaguely radiant magic rose floated in the air without any change.

The hundreds of meteors flying around the ever-falling stars fell down a few more, look at them; the direction they fell was the cliff where Froya was. Looking at the several flying stars, Froya knew that she no longer had to worry about this problem.

Froya flew up, her ice-like hands dancing with a strange rhythm, like a night butterfly doing a sad and beautiful dance. As she moved, the magic power floating in the vast space gathered crazily, forming a faint storm around her.

The meteor flew in front of her in the blink of an eye and turned into three ice-cold angels. The angel is holding a gun in his left hand and pointing at the magician Froya with his right hand. Your strength and characteristics are acceptable to the gods, so you have the honor of converting to the Lord God. "

Froya smiled sweetly, and her beauty seemed to illuminate the mountains.

"Thank you, no need." She said.

This night was extremely long.

In this never-ending night, only the stars that never set are getting brighter and brighter. From its brilliance, new meteors will fly out from time to time, joining the hundreds of meteors flying around the stars. Among the meteors that almost formed a belt of light, dozens of meteors would fly out every once in a while and fly to every corner of the continent.

Although this night was unusual, most places on the continent were still sleeping, such as a steppe in the western part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The night wind gently blew through the long grass, and occasionally, a few nocturnal beasts would rush past.

But the tranquility of the grassland did not last long.

Several meteors fell down like flies and turned into four angels in full armor. They stood virtually a hundred meters in the sky, scanning the entire grassland with real eyes. Wherever they looked, all life stopped moving. The only thing these instinctive creatures could do was to tremble to express their awe.

The four angels searched repeatedly but seemed to find nothing. The angel holding the bow showed doubts and frowned in thought. After all, they were assigned to search here. To them, the existence of that assignment was unattainable and its power was completely unimaginable. It can't make mistakes. If it can't find the target at this time, the fault must be theirs.

The angel holding the bow waved his hand, and the four angels scattered and searched in one direction. But they didn't notice it. Just when they dispersed, not far away, there was a girl walking on the grassland.

Her pale golden hair was flying in the night wind, her steps were as light as the wind, and calm and calm, as if she was just passing by here. Whether she was passing by or doing it on purpose, the four angels not far away were completely unconscious.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at the four angels who had just dispersed. In an instant, light blue flames ignited in her eyes, and fierce murderous intent flashed through her eyes.

The four angels were startled almost at the same moment, and turned to look in the direction of the girl!

All they saw was a flash of bloody lightning. Then, there is endless darkness.

The girl regained her original tranquility and beauty, and walked calmly into the distance, as if she was just passing by. In the blink of an eye. Her figure has disappeared into the night, occasionally. The dancing pale golden hair will flash in the distance. It was as if he was unwilling to hide in the darkness.

The nocturnal beasts on the grassland quietly raised their heads. Their fear has not completely disappeared, and they still dare not escape. They can only secretly look at the four blazing holy flames in the sky.

The night is noisy again.

The city of Lille was filled with surging crowds and chanting slogans. Hundreds of thousands of torches illuminated the entire city as bright as day.

In this city that seems to have fallen into madness, only a large number of buildings on the west side of the city remain dark and silent. This is the temporary headquarters of the Holy Knights.

In a large room on the top floor of the main building, Augustus was sitting in a chair, gazing out the window at the stars hanging high in the night sky. There is no *** in his room. Until I saw more than ten meteors falling towards the city of Lille. The Blood Angel's face, full of traces of time and with lines as sharp as a knife, moved slightly.

At this moment, a gentle knock on the door sounded. Before Augustus could answer, the door opened and a young knight strode in.

"Lord Augustus. The prophet Lafalash is leading the fanatical Protestants towards here! He said that you have fallen, joined the devil, and killed six prophets including Muller who spread the glory of the Lord God. He claimed that he would The gods in heaven clear you. And..."

The young knight paused, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice. Many knights of the Holy Knights were bewitched by Lafarache and joined his camp, so we are now at a numerical disadvantage. "

Augustus smiled lowly. How knight? I'm afraid all the Holy Knights have sided with Lafarash! "

Not all! "Young knights, get excited. There are eighty-six Guards Knights, including me, who will be loyal to you forever! As long as your sword points the way for us, no matter how many enemies there are, we will let them remember the Guards Knights of the Holy Knights. Courage!”

The Blood Angel turned to look at the young knight. He was handsome, tall, and full of fighting spirit. His young face was a little red with excitement.

"But..." The young knight hesitated again. Lord Gustus, why are there angels around Lafarash? They must be phantoms created by La Farash's magic to deceive the believers! "

At this time, there was noise coming in outside the window, and half of the sky was lit red by torches. Augustus looked out the window, stood up, walked to the young knight, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "It seems that La Farache has brought at least one hundred thousand believers, and There are only eighty-seven of us, are you afraid?"

The young knight was very excited, but in the blink of an eye he calmed down and said resolutely: "Even if it's just you and me, I won't be afraid!"

"Very good, you are already a true holy knight." Augustus said with approval: "And a true knight should only sacrifice for something worthy."

After saying that, the hand he placed on the young knight's shoulder moved slightly, and instantly cut the young knight's neck. The young knight looked stunned, but could no longer control his body and fell softly.

Augustus stretched out his hand and with a clang, the long sword that had been with him for decades flew into his hand with its sheath. Blood Angel opened the door and walked towards the darkness outside the door, towards the 100,000 believers and more than ten angels of La Falash.

The moment before the door closed, before falling into sleep, the young knight saw a pair of wings quietly unfolding behind Augustus.

The pair of wings were as black as ink.

Rogge wandered among the crowds, feeling the restlessness and madness of this city in a daze.

This is a city with a large population, very close to Lille, only three days away. Perhaps because of this, the riots and unrest in Lille also spread to this city. Like Lille, torches, spirits, frenzy and shouting have become the themes of the city at the moment.

In almost every square and every tavern, someone occupied a high position and gave impassioned, even hysterical, speeches. Looking at the distorted, frothing faces, and the people under the stage raising their arms and shouting wildly, Rogge suddenly felt very funny.

Why are they so excited. Have you found the truth? At this moment, they must think so. But among these thousands of wild people, how many people have seriously thought about whether the concepts they have been told must be correct

The only thing Rogge was sure of was that none of the sentient beings he saw knew their upcoming fate.

"The devil has appeared. The truth is about to be revealed!" A hoarse tenor passed through the vast space and numerous obstacles. It was transmitted to Rogge's ears without any loss. The fat man was startled. He turned around and saw a man in long-distance running clothes standing on a statue pedestal giving a speech. He was as lean as a stick, but his voice was extremely loud, sharp and thin, and extremely penetrating. Because of this, it could reach Rogge's ears across a distance of a hundred meters.

"The messenger of the gods and the great prophet La Falla has seen through the true face of the Blood Angel Augustus. He calls on all believers of the true God to go to the city of Lille to defeat the devil Augustus!" The man continued to shout. , the shrill voice was like a needle, constantly wandering back and forth over the city.

"Kill the devil!"

"Crucify Augustus!"

"Burn him to death!..."

The crowd went wild. The shouts instantly drowned out the man's voice.

Rogge suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. What was the purpose of countless desperate battles between him and her, as well as those who had seen through the plane and destiny? Is it for the existence of the plane and to protect the survival, freedom and dignity of the people in front of me? But now let’s think about the purpose of the struggle. It doesn't make any sense anymore. He once possessed the brilliance of the Lord of Destruction, so he could not escape. Since you don't want to give in, you can only fight to the end. What's more, destruction is salvation. Whether he succumbs or not, the outcome is the same.

The fat man's thoughts moved slightly, and he appeared behind the lean man. The fat man kicked down the ten-meter-high bluestone statue, then grabbed it and broke off the statue's calf. Then he lifted up the huge and strange stone pillar and smashed it at the back of the man's head!

"I will lead you..." The man's scream stopped abruptly.

Rogge picked up the calf of the stone statue and was about to continue smashing it down when he was suddenly startled. He looked at the calf of the stone statue, and then at the place where the man originally stood. Although the resentment in his heart was lingering, he felt that there was really no need to make up for it a few more times.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, unable to understand the bloody reality in front of them. I don't know who took the lead in shouting: "Devil!" Like a spark falling into a sea of oil, the dormant flame in the crowd burned again!

Looking at the crazily surging crowd, Rogge sneered, moved his lips slightly, and spit out a few simple notes, creating a slowly flowing whirlwind around him. At this time, Fatty is no longer the young boy who first glimpsed the secrets of magic. The magic he casts casually, no matter whether it is high or low level, contains incredible power.

The wind is very gentle, as gentle as a knife. The dozens of wild men who rushed forward suddenly stopped, and dozens of criss-crossing red lines appeared on their exposed skin. The people in front stopped, but the people behind didn't know what was going on and still rushed forward, howling. Under the push, dozens of people at the front fell down one after another. Their bodies were broken into dozens of pieces of flesh before they even touched the ground, and blood was everywhere!

Although the believers are wild, they have not completely lost their minds. Those who accidentally stepped on the corpses exclaimed and stopped one after another. However, behind them, there were dozens of times more people stepping forward bravely. As soon as they stopped, they were immediately pushed down by the people behind them, and then countless feet stepped on them.

Around the base of the tall stone statue, the wind was still blowing gently, but its sharp blade-like wind could not stop the almost crazy crowd, and the spray of blood mist could not extinguish the raging flames in people's hearts. Rogge looked solemn, raised the stone pillar in his hand high, and then slammed it down.

Once, twice, three times...

After just a few, Roger felt tired. He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that several points of holy light were lighting up one after another throughout the city. They were the lights on the wings of angels. Rogge looked around at the crowds of people who were rushing forward without fear of death. He sighed softly, dropped the scarlet stone pillar in his hand, and turned around to head north. His figure flashed, and every step he took was a thousand meters away. In an instant, Rogge was gone. In the square, the wild people did not realize that their target had disappeared, and they still crowded towards the base of the stone statue like crazy.

Walking in the night. Rogge felt not only boredom, but also sadness. He has discovered subtle changes deep in his heart. Fatty had already been in a high position at a young age, and his countless experiences between life and death had made him forget the word kindness. Although Fatty is not bloodthirsty, he will never be afraid of killing people when necessary, no matter how many people he wants to kill. But in the past, every time there was a murder, even a city massacre. He regards each other as human beings and as the same species as himself.

But this time is different.

These people are ignorant of their future destiny. They are nothing more than food for the gods to absorb their faith, just like pigs and sheep from humans. What they are fighting for wildly is just one step closer to being reduced to pigs and sheep. Perhaps because of this, when Rogge was killing, he didn't feel that he was killing anyone at all, but just slaughtering groups of pigs and sheep. He no longer sees these people as being of the same species as himself.

So he was disappointed.

In this case, what is the difference between him and the gods in the sky at this moment

The fat man smiled happily and drove away all the slight chaos. He suddenly stood in the air and turned around slowly. He sneered and looked at the seven-point Shenghui chasing after him.

After a while, there were seven blazing holy flames under the night sky.

Rogge stood in the air, his eyes once again passing over the mainland under the night sky. At this moment, how many people are fighting alone like him

He shook his head. He turned to the north, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly frowned and stopped again. In front of him, two more angels appeared. Their bodies are huge and their aura is different from lower-level angels.

Rogge finally showed some seriousness on his face. The two force angels were also serious opponents for him at this moment. What's more, they are different from the power angels brought by Andreoli that day. They stepped directly from the gate of heaven, and their original strength is much less affected by this plane.

The fat man squinted his eyes and glanced at the shining star in the night sky. That star is the gate to heaven that is being built. No one knows how long it takes to build a heavenly gate, and Rogge also doesn't know. He only knew that there were high-level angels among the hundreds of angels surrounding the Gate of Heaven. It was very difficult to get close to the Gate of Heaven. Moreover, one side of the gate of heaven is connected to this plane, and the other side is bathed in the light of the main god. It is simply not something that ordinary gods can destroy. What's more, since the gates to heaven have begun to be established in this plane, even if one is destroyed, another one will be built next.

All this, since it has begun, will inevitably come to an end.

It's just that not long has passed since that star hung high in the night sky, and the night has not even ended before powerful angels stepped out from the gate of heaven and began to patrol the entire plane

At this moment, the stars shone again, and dozens of shooting stars of different colors separated from the pop group. Only this time, the meteors did not scatter, but gathered into a bunch and flew straight towards Rogge.

"Is it going to end so soon?"

Rogge didn't want the decisive moment to come so soon. He walked under the night just to capture a few more stray angels.

But he didn't really care about the early arrival of the decisive moment.

The fat man smiled, grabbed it with his right hand, and the huge death sickle appeared in his hand.

But Rogge's smile suddenly solidified, and he looked up at the stars that never set again. Because at this moment, night suddenly turned into day!

The reversal of day and night only happened in an instant, because there was an incredibly huge electric light that spanned half of the night sky and silently hit the stars that never set! The intense light in that moment not only illuminated the entire sky, but also completely suppressed the brilliance of the stars!

When day turned into night again, thunder boomed across the sky and earth.

The star that never set had dimmed a lot, and nearly a hundred of the meteors flying around it suddenly emitted brilliance, wrapped in blazing holy flames, and fell to the ground, forming a sad and beautiful meteor shower.

With almost no time to think, the second electric light traveled across the starry sky and hit the stars again.

The stars that never set became even dimmer, and they looked no different from ordinary stars. Those meteors flying around were much sparser, so they suffered much smaller blows. Only forty or fifty fell burning.

Dozens of meteors flying straight towards Rogge immediately turned around. Then he flew towards the place where the lightning started. Looking around, the place where the electric light rises is the Elf Valley.

Rogge took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze. He turned to look at the two force angels in front of him and said in a calm voice: "Accept the destruction."

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the mainland. The secret realm where the Great Temple of Light is located is completely silent. There is no flow of light and shadow, and no slight sound can be heard. It seems that this place has completely turned into a dead zone.

The dull moonlight shines through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building of the church and onto the abrupt iron cage in the middle of the room. Standing in the cage was a girl with dreamlike black and silver eyes. She raised her fist very slowly and struck at the thick steel bars of the cage. But every time, she seemed to be afraid of hurting her hand. When there is still a little distance from the steel bar, the fist will be retracted. Anyone who watches this scene will feel that the girl's choice is correct. Her hands are white and delicate. It's almost transparent, and so soft that it seems to be damaged if it touches the steel bar even slightly.

She maintained a flying posture in black, and her silver eyes seemed to be filled with lingering mist. At a glance, there was an unspeakable sadness in the dreamlike beauty.

She made a fist. Slowly hitting the steel bars of the cage, but returning with no success. It goes over and over again, seemingly without stopping.

The moonlight gradually became brighter, but on this night, it was not clear whether it was the moonlight or the starlight that filtered through the window.

The girl seemed more and more anxious and restless, and the mist in her silver eyes became thicker and thicker. Finally, the mist condensed into a crystal droplet, sliding down her smooth face. After punching this time, she no longer flinched, but resisted.

Her face gradually turned pale, and there was a faint line of golden blood flowing down the corner of her lips, but her right fist was advancing minute by minute, getting infinitely closer to the steel bars that made up the cage.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the silent room, and the cage was filled with lightning. The girl seemed to have been hit hard and fell to the ground. But her efforts were not all in vain. After the steel cage shook for a while, a gap finally appeared in the invisible barrier. This gap disappeared in an instant, but for her, it was enough. She opened her lips and suddenly let out a cry that could penetrate the clouds and crack rocks!

That Qingyue shout instantly broke through the roof and went through the clouds!

The blow and shout just now seemed to have consumed all her strength, and even the flying black fell obediently, turning into a piece of soft silk and scattered around her. She panted hard, and she didn't know how long it would take before she could gather enough strength to stand up again.

She didn't have to wait long.

As soon as the invisible barrier closed, a vague figure appeared beside her. In this space where the flow of time was almost static, she tried to open her eyes wide, trying to tell whether she had seen something wrong. After all, the figure was extremely erratic and would disappear completely if she looked carefully.

She blinked her silver eyes hard, trying to see more clearly. At this moment, a wave of thought came into her consciousness, which was what she once feared infinitely, but now she is extremely looking forward to, the ultimate consciousness: "You read that right, I'm back."

The girl showed her face and tried her best to smile. It was... great. "

*** said in the same cold tone as before: "You know that I am looking for a way back, and you also know what will happen when I come back. Why do you still give me road signs?"

The girl smiled and stretched out her hand to Ruoyouruowu's *** with difficulty: "Because... I can't help him! Only... only you can..."

*** was silent for a moment, and finally slowly squatted down and gently held the girl's hand. She cannot exist independently from this body... "

"I know."

*** was silent and just shook the girl's hand.

"Let's get started, I'm ready." After that, she closed her eyes. *** stared at her. At this moment, her smile was calm and peaceful.

Time seems to have stopped completely.

After an unknown amount of time, *** opened his eyes again. The pair of silver eyes were as cold as before, and the blackness like soft silk also fell like a waterfall again.

As if being supported by a pair of invisible hands, ***'s body slowly floated up and stood still in the cage. She just glanced at the steel cage briefly, then she made a fist with her right hand and punched the steel cage above her head!

The deathly silent secret realm suddenly shook slightly, and then a thunder resounded throughout the secret realm! Amidst the roar, dozens of magnificent buildings in the church collapsed one after another. With sand and bricks flying everywhere, ***'s beautiful figure slowly rose into the sky.

The steel cage that had condensed Rogge's countless efforts and allowed him to boast for a long time had long been torn apart and buried in the rubble field. It has become a relic that can only be admired and pondered by future generations.

As soon as the enemy recognized his defense, he soared into the sky. Flying towards the endless sky. When there is a flash of light in the night sky. That dreamlike figure has disappeared without a trace.

"***, you are so difficult to deal with! Do you think you have to force me to show my true skills?"

The fat man cursed indistinctly while using his strength to pluck off the feathers stuck to his body. After working for a long time, the anger in his heart arose again, and he flew up with a kick, hitting Li Angel's huge body that could not move hard.

It took a long time for the fat man to clean himself up, and he picked up the death sickle stuck on the ground. He moved his muscles at will. This simple action caused pain from dozens of wounds all over his body, especially the horrific wound that penetrated his entire chest.

The flesh and blood at his wound couldn't help but squirm, repairing the damage on his body. It's just that Rogge is not afraid of the holy flame of heaven. But the wounds caused by this kind of flame are not so easy to repair.

The fat man closed his eyes slightly, calmed down for a moment, and then clenched the Death Sickle in his right hand.

The stars that never set began to shine again, and there were nearly a thousand meteors flying around. At this moment, the number of angels standing in front of Rogge also changed from a few to dozens.

The fat man's eyes slowly swept across the angel's expressionless faces, and then he smiled. He spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed: "It's really troublesome, I can't even kill them all!"

Rogge suddenly straightened his chest, and the three pairs of blue wings studded with stars on his back quietly stretched to their maximum. The invisible dignity spread to a hundred meters away in an instant!

"You are so bold. To disrespect me is to blaspheme the glory of my Lord Dismassen!" Rogge's flat, mechanical, and cold voice echoed in the ears of every angel. For a moment, all the angels looked at each other with doubtful expressions.

Rogge frowned slightly, the blue starlight around him couldn't help expanding, and he snorted coldly again.

Seeing that Rogge was angry, the angel immediately dropped the giant sword in his hand and knelt down in the air with his knees bent. After him, dozens of angels also knelt down in the air at the same time.

Most high-level angels are accustomed to fighting in various planes. In order to adapt to the different environments of each plane, they will also change themselves accordingly. Therefore, for angels, body shape and appearance are not the basis for judgment. The only means of differentiation is breath. In the feeling of these angels, the atmosphere exuding from Rogge at this moment was completely the aura of Andreoli of the Stars.

Seraphim carry a brilliance second only to the Lord God, and they are an existence that they cannot disobey at all.

At the moment when all the angels knelt down, Rogge suddenly moved!

His figure flashed like thunder and lightning, and he was already circling around dozens of angels in an instant. When the fat man returned to where he was, the Death Scythe was still whistling and circling in his hand.

And those dozens of angels have turned into dazzling balls of holy flames in shock and confusion.

The fat man smiled as I expected. Angels really don't have any brains! "

"Not necessarily!" A gentle and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind the fat man.

The fat man was startled and turned around slowly, only to find that there was an angel behind him, looking at him with a smile.

It was still the familiar star eyes, still the six blue wings studded with stars. The one who appeared behind Rogge was none other than Andreoli of the Stars.

Looking at the stunned Rogge, Andreoli smiled and said: "Although I am not smart either, but if you want to deceive me, I am afraid you have to become my Lord Dismasson."

"This seems a little difficult." Rogge said slowly.

"It seems so." Andreoli's voice is always so pleasant.

Rogge's right hand secretly held the Death Scythe tightly. He glanced at the stars that never set in the night sky, and then said: "Since you have appeared, the gate to heaven has been completed, right?"

"It's still a little bit worse, but it's not far away from being completely reduced."

The fat man took a deep breath and slowly raised the Death Scythe, and the scenery around him began to blur. He stared into Andreoli's starry eyes. He said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, then let's do it!"

Andreoli smiled. He was already extremely handsome, and this smile only added to his charm. To Roger's surprise. This infinitely powerful seraph didn't show any sign of gathering strength at all. He just pointed at the stars that never set under the night sky. He smiled and said: "Look. You still have a lot of enemies to choose from, and I also have a lot of things to do, so there is no need for us to fight this battle. Isn't it good for everyone to be busy with their own affairs?"

The fat man could hardly believe his ears. How could this be said by a seraph? But Rogge did not dare to relax at all. After all, judging from past records, angels and demons were both untrustworthy. And now the fat man is facing this final battle with a desperate mentality. So he was still gathering strength. In the blink of an eye, the surging power in his body had approached the limit of what he could control and endure.

But Rogge is still gathering strength! Against an opponent like Andreoli, no amount of amassed power is too much. And Rogge's only chance to win would only appear in the moment of one blow.

Life and death will be decided at that moment.

Seeing the twisted and blurred Death Scythe, Andreoli sighed softly: "Rogg, even if you want to continue this battle, I'm afraid some people will not agree."

The fat man smiled coldly, would he agree? "

A cold and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Rogge!

Before Rogge could react from his astonishment, a slender hand as ice-like as snow stretched out from behind him and gently and deftly snatched the prepared death sickle from Rogge's hand. Then Rogge felt a chill on the back of his neck and was hit by another blow. Her hands are cold and soft, and the contact with her skin can be said to be the ultimate enjoyment, but along with the touch comes a bit of bone-chilling coldness. These wisps of cold air are completely irresistible. Wherever they go, all the strength Rogge has gathered will disappear.

At this moment, the panic in Fatty's heart far outweighed the surprise. He only had time to say: "***! How could you come back..." The voice suddenly stopped, and then his body was no longer under his control, and he slowly moved toward Then collapsed.

*** used his left hand to support Rogge's falling body, and then said softly: "Because this is not your war..."

It’s just that Rogge has lost consciousness and he can no longer hear these words.

*** stared at Rogge, then raised his head for a moment, his silver eyes turned cold, pointed the death scythe at Andreoli, and said calmly: "Let's get started."

Andreoli didn't seem to hear ***'s words at all. He just stared at *** for a long time before sighing: "We are destined to be enemies, but again, you have other choices." , I also have something to do. So... we don't need to fight. "

Without waiting for *** to answer, Andreoli slowly turned around and flew away into the distance. The star-studded blue wings flickered a few times, then disappeared and merged with the stars in the sky.

***Dai frowned slightly. She looked at the stars that never set in the night sky, and then at Rogge who was sleeping in her arms. Just when she was about to leave, Andreoli's mental fluctuations suddenly came from afar. : "The source of faith in this plane has collapsed, so the clone of my Lord Dismassen will come soon..."

*** was silent for a moment, narrowed his silver eyes, and looked at the star that never set in the night sky. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind, her lips parted slightly, and a wisp of cold air slowly floated out from her ice-colored lips.

She slashed the void with the Death Scythe, and wherever the blade passed, there were immediately numerous spatial ripples. With just one cut, the *** cut through the space barrier.

She moved her left hand slightly forward, and Rogge floated toward the ripples of space like a boat on the river.

It was only a few meters away. No matter how slowly Rogge floated, it only took him a few breaths to reach the ripples in space.

But for her, these breaths of time are more than just a few years!

***'s hand was raised and put down, each time she couldn't help but want to pull him back, and each time she pressed him down forcefully. She knew that after this farewell, they would never see each other again.

*** Suddenly there was a clear whistle, and he waved his left hand forward, pushing Rogge completely into the space ripples, and then swung the death scythe, cutting off all connections between Rogge and this plane!

She soared into the sky, like a roaring meteor, rushing towards the stars that never set in the night sky!

She never looked back...

With a groan, Rogge slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the light and shadow flowing around him.

Rogge suddenly sat up, because everything before falling asleep came back to his memory!

Countless turbulent flows of energy roared past him. This space had no direction and no time. He was already lost in the turbulent flow of space.

Rogge sighed secretly and said to himself: "You must have never imagined that I still have a way to go back. No matter what, I win this time, haha..." But his laughter was extremely dry and lacked any joy at all. Pleasure.

Rogge waved his hand lightly, and the spatial turbulence in front of him separated to both sides, revealing a wandering spatial gap. He moved forward, but before stepping into the gap in space, he actually shrank back. This was repeated several times, but Rogge still did not dare to take that step.

He is not afraid of the gods in heaven, he is just afraid of knowing the destined outcome.

Finally, Rogge stepped into the gap in space.

It looked like Rogge hadn't been asleep for long. Nothing on the continent of Gloria seemed to have changed, except that there was an extremely bright morning star in the sky.

On the distant horizon, the sky has begun to turn white, but at the other end of the continent, the remaining night is still unwilling to give up its last territory. But in the middle of the sky, around the unfallen star, thousands of angels were flying around. And in the center surrounded by thousands of angels, there is another extremely dazzling three-color light of gold, blue, silver and gray that is changing and getting brighter and brighter. It seems that some great existence is about to be finalized in this plane.

Rogge stood in the air and slowly scanned everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him. His hands were trembling involuntarily, and an uncontrollable chill surged out of his heart, almost freezing his blood!

His whole body suddenly shook, and his figure flickered. In an instant, he had traveled thousands of miles and landed on the top of an ice peak.

This is the highest Tanggula Ice Peak in the entire Gloria continent.

On the top of the peak, there was a dark black death sickle stuck alone. Every time the extremely strong mountain wind passes over the blade, it will make a shrill scream.

Rogge slowly knelt down in front of the Death Scythe, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked the blade and blade. Every touch on his fingertips was so familiar, as if her lingering fragrance and coldness were still retained on the death scythe.

The stars in the sky are getting brighter and brighter, gradually revealing the true face of the gate to heaven. With a roar, the two doors slowly opened. The moment the doors opened, you could see countless angels getting ready behind the doors.

Rogge stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky and roared at the top of his lungs!

He said no more, just pulled out the death sickle, and then stepped down hard with both feet. He rushed into the sky like lightning and flew towards the gate of heaven!

Numerous cracks quietly appeared on the Tanggula Snow Peak, and then collapsed.

Rogge held the death scythe tightly, and invisible flames spewed out from all around him. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a burning star, passing through the great existence that had not yet formed, and then faced the countless brilliance of wings. The angels that merged into the Tianhe River rushed upstream and roared into the gate of heaven!

At this moment, the Tianhe River stopped flowing!

It immediately returned to normal and continued to rush forward.

Its daybreak. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)