The deep hall flickers on and off, with occasional milky white or dark green light sweeping through. w w w. q u a n b e n. c o mThe ghosts who usually patrol the hall are now desperately hiding in the darkness of the corner, for fear of being illuminated by the light. However, due to the barrier set by the police, these ghosts cannot leave. This hall.
*** rested his chin on his hand, leaned on the high throne, and silently stared at the three light groups floating in front of him. Two of the light groups exuded a milky white halo, and through the light balls it could be seen that there seemed to be countless feathers fluttering inside. The white ball of light would suddenly light up from time to time, bursting out into a small ball of flame. Waves of sacred breath kept coming out.
The black-green ball of light was much quieter, with countless green clouds surging inside. After a long time, a bolt of lightning exploded in the green clouds.
Grigori crouched in the shadow next to the stone base, extremely afraid of the two white light groups, but when he saw the dark green light group, his eyes were full of greed.
"Master, can you move the divine flames of those two angels away? I really can't stand those holy lights! Master, your power now is simply too unfathomable! You are not afraid of these holy lights at all. I admire you so much!”
The flashing holy light made ***'s face flicker. She slowly opened her eyes, soft silver light flowing from her eyes.
"Gregory, are you trying so hard to flatter me because you want the soul energy of the green dragon Trillenhut?"
Gregory shrank his head and replied nervously: "Master, you see, I am too weak now, and I really can't help you. When you deal with those two idiot angels, I can only watch from the side. , I am just helping you pick up weapons. If this continues, even if you are not in a hurry, I will be anxious too... "
"Idiot angel?" *** The corner of his mouth raised slightly. Her fingers bloomed like orchids, and a blister rose from her hand. There are two small figures in the blister, struggling desperately to get out of the blister.
She gently stroked the blister with her fingertips and said with a smile: "These two angels were originally ninth-level angels with the lowest level of power. Obviously, after coming to this world, they failed to conquer the new body, but were replaced by the new body. They were conquered by the body and became low-level slaves. Otherwise, how could it be so easy for me to deal with them? Because descending can retain most of the power, they thought this was a good opportunity. But Gregory, if a person does not have enough If you don’t have the strength to seize opportunities, opportunities will often turn into traps.”
"Master! You are so great! So wise! You even know things about heaven so clearly! How do you know?"
"How do I know?" ***'s silver eyes were a little confused, "I don't know either. I knew these naturally, as if these things have always been in my heart, but I just didn't think of them before."
"Master, what are you going to do with these two idiot angels?"
*** looked at the two little people struggling in the bubbles and sighed softly.
"Gregory, they are actually not idiots. In this world, their power is not weak, but it is far from being as powerful as they think. They think that their own power is enough to solve all troubles. Looks like an idiot. If they use their brains more, the green dragon Trillenhut will never be their opponent. These two angels should have understood this truth by now, right? It is a pity that they will never have the chance to go I regret it. In this world, the best outcome for them is for their souls to dissipate."
*** Tan's mouth opened slightly, and a wisp of light silver breath blew out, popping the bubble. The two little people floated, danced, and struggled in the air, and finally turned helplessly into droplets of water and fell into the dust.
*** Turning his head, he saw Gregory staring at the dark green ball of light with greed evident in his expression.
"Gregory, do you really want the green dragon's soul?"
Great master! You know, my current strength is really too weak, and you have removed six bone spurs! Although you are always right... With the soul of this green dragon, my power can at least double what it is now! Of course, even if my strength is doubled, it is still far behind you, Master. Owner! You are so..."
The clever Gregory saw a small storm gathering between the girl's beautiful eyebrows and immediately closed his mouth.
"Gregory, when you were a demon dragon in your previous life, you were more powerful than I am now. Do you still remember the memories from that time?"
"Of course I still remember it. The feeling of having power is so wonderful! Being able to fly freely in the endless sky of the demon world, ah!"
"Gregory, do you think you are happier with power or you now?"
"This... Master, I really can't explain. At that time, every day I was thinking about how to gain greater power, get more power, and get more demon beauties. Now, as long as there is a master for everything, If you are here, there is nothing that cannot be solved. So there is no need for me to think about anything. Even if there is any danger in the battle, the master will rebuild my body afterwards. It seems that I am happier now. But I still really want to have power. of."
*** I sighed softly. I don’t know why. I seemed to have had a very strong time, but at that time, I didn’t know what happiness was at all. Is that the memory of my previous life? Gregory, do you know? In fact, the stronger you are and the more power you have, the less happy you will be. Moreover, powerful force may bring destruction to an unprepared individual. Now, let me ask you, do you still want the power of the green dragon? "
Gregory thought seriously for a long time, raised his head, and roared.
"Master! I want power!"
"Why?"
"Master, because I don't want to live a humble life! I am a noble dragon, not a dog!"
*** Hey, he opened his silver eyes wide and looked at the always overly active Vanity Bone Dragon in surprise.
She had no idea that Gregory had a proud heart.
"Gregory, I didn't expect that you have such a proud heart. It seems that all the respect you had for me before was fake."
Gregory crouched down in a hurry, wagging his tail desperately.
"Master! That's definitely not the case! To me, you are equivalent to the existence of the Supreme God! Oh no, what is the Supreme God? You are the real Supreme! My loyalty to you is simply beyond expression. I will definitely be able to sense it. I'm here! Although I am a noble dragon, in front of you, I am just a loyal dog!"
"Okay, okay, Gregory, of course I understand your loyalty. Although what I got is only a negligible small part of the green dragon's soul energy, it is still too powerful for you. I'm worried You can't bear such a powerful energy. After I absorb the power of those two idiot angels, we will go and take down the Black Warrior's stone castle. The dragon bone altar inside may be of some use to you since I have one. . I hope that the altar is really made of dragon bones, so that you can have a new body and be able to withstand the power of the green dragon's soul."
Gregory was a little dumbfounded, but since the master said so, it must make sense. The master is always right.
"Gregory, this kind of power you get out of thin air does not really belong to you. In the future, you have to rely more on your own efforts to increase your strength. Do you remember?"
The bone dragon nodded quickly, without really thinking about the meaning of ***'s words. Its heart was completely filled with the green dragon energy it was about to obtain. The bone dragon's heart was surging. It seemed that it had regained its glory in the demon world. Countless delicacies were sent to it one after another. Numerous demon beauties of various races gathered around it, desperately using their means to win over it. Happy.
Looking at the absent-minded Bone Dragon lying on the ground and giggling, *** was really helpless.
"Everyone has weaknesses, right?" she thought helplessly.
*** ignored the dizzy Bone Dragon. She stood up from the throne, spread her wings, and slowly floated into the air. She opened her mouth and sucked in two groups of light that were constantly emitting holy flames.
boom! A blazing white holy fire immediately burned in ***'s body, and the flames continued to spray out of her body, and the dazzling white light illuminated the entire hall! She has completely transformed into a burning torch! Dozens of ghosts that could not escape were illuminated by the light and turned into wisps of smoke amidst the shrill screams. Even Gregory had several streams of white smoke rising from his body. He was so frightened that he hurriedly put away his thoughts and hid behind the throne, trembling.
*** His eyes were closed tightly, floating quietly in the air. The divine power of the two descending angels is so huge that even their powerful bodies cannot withstand such a powerful force! In the holy flame, the armor, scales and bone spurs around her slowly retracted into her body.
The holy flames were burning brighter and brighter, and tongues of flames were already licking the top of the hall.
The woman began to tremble, as if she could no longer bear the burning of the flames, and her face was full of pain. Suddenly, she roared silently, and invisible shock waves immediately filled the entire hall. One ghost after another couldn't resist the terrifying power contained in the shock waves, and exploded into clouds of smoke. Every time a ghost is exploded, some of the power of the holy flame will be drawn out, and ***'s face will be relieved.
The divine power of the descending angel surged out. All the ghosts in the hall were turned into ashes under the holy flames.
The howl of the gun became louder and louder, gradually overflowing the hall and spreading throughout the tomb. Except for the lowest ghosts who are responsible for vigilance, the ancient tombs are places where only high-level undead creatures under the *** can enter and exit. Anyone who can enter here must at least be a zombie warrior. However, these undead creatures are now like headless flies, running around to avoid the roar of the gun.
***'s eyes suddenly opened, and the entire hall was immediately coated with a layer of silver! Her wings were stretched to the limit, and streaks of blood shot out from her wings. The entire ancient tomb shook heavily, and all the undead creatures suddenly found themselves weighing more than a thousand pounds and were firmly nailed to the ground. It was very difficult to even climb one more step. The ancient tomb trembled under the influence of gravity, countless plaster and stone chips fell from the ceiling, and cracks began to appear on the walls.
Silver ripples appeared along with the whistle of the gun. The ancient tombs are filled with these silvery, living-like ripples. As soon as these ripples touch undead creatures, they will immediately wrap around them tightly. Layers of holy flames and shock waves will turn their prey into ashes layer by layer.
The scream of the *** was loud, and each undead creature was wiped out under her whistle. After these subordinates shared the pressure for her, the holy flame on her body became weaker and weaker, and finally only a thin layer of pale white flame remained. ***Finally, he raised his head to the sky and roared loudly. The undead creatures in the ancient tomb fell in batches. Even the powerful zombie lords and black warriors exploded into ashes one by one.
The Flame Bone Demon's whole body was enveloped in dark red flames, struggling to resist the roar of his body. Because of its soul contract advantage, Grigory is much less affected by the roar, but its strength is also much worse than that of the Flame Bone Demon. The few remaining bone spurs on Gregory's body had exploded one by one, and cracks began to appear on the thick bones.
"Master! Master! It's me! It's Grigori! Spare my life!" The bone dragon desperately begged for mercy, but its wave of thoughts bounced back from the flames on the body, unable to penetrate.
Bone Dragon was completely desperate and lay on the ground waiting to die.
The holy flames returned to the woman's body, and the natural armor emerged on her body again, and then like a lotus flower in full bloom, all the armor leaves stretched out, and many new armor leaves were generated, countless extremely delicate, Delicate magic symbols emerged on the nail leaves, and magic symbols flashing with various colors of light emerged from the nail leaves, flying around the body.
A silver droplet appeared in the air. The six bone spears of the army rushed towards the water droplet. Miraculously, the bone spears were integrated into the small water droplets. The water drop suddenly seemed to be alive, squirming, expanding, and rapidly growing in size. From time to time, a stream of holy flames would burst out from the water drop. It is like a living creature that is growing desperately, but its growth rate is really astonishingly fast.
Finally, this silver water droplet completed its growth. It has turned into a huge, three-meter-long death scythe!
Waves of cries of innocent souls rang out in the hall, and the scattered souls of undead creatures gathered towards her body like a tide, and a layer of ink soaked her whole body from bottom to top.
The ink-covered penis stopped roaring and floated quietly in the air. An extremely delicate and complicated full-body armor covered her whole body. Behind her, there were more than a dozen dark black armor leaves about two feet long like lotus petals extending out from her wings. Dozens of them were made of unknown things. Light black, almost transparent ribbons stretched out from the nail leaves, dancing slowly.
***The black armor suddenly spread out, like petals flying in the sky, blending into the surrounding darkness. Her body was like a statue carved from black glass, with a soft luster flowing slowly.
She suddenly opened her mouth slightly and spit out a mouthful of black mist as dark as ink. The ink on her body also faded away like a tide, leaving only a body that was dazzlingly white and tender. A long hair that was flying in the wind slowly fell down and turned into a mirror-like black silk.
The black mist floated over the Death Scythe, completely dyeing it black.
Finally, like waking up from a big dream, *** opened his eyes, and a blinding silver light flashed past, like lightning lighting up in the hall. Her silver eyes were filled with confusion. She looked around slowly, then raised her hands. What appeared in front of her was a pair of petite palms as white and tender as spring onions, with ten small vortices dotted on the back of the palms at the base of the fingers. The white nails are tinged with pink, and if you look closely, they are flashing with a halo of seven colors.
"Master... Master..." A weak thought wave came over.
*** grabbed forward with his left hand in the air, and Grigori was pulled up by an invisible force, and automatically flew into ***'s small hand that seemed to be broken by a bullet. A trace of doubt flashed in her silver eyes. She looked at the tattered bone dragon with cracks on its bones. It seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember what these skeletons were.
"Master...Master! It's me...Gregory..." The bone dragon's wave of thoughts was as weak as a candle in the wind, and might be extinguished at any moment.
"Are you...Gerry...Gaoli?" *** was very hesitant.
"Yes! It's me, do you remember? Master, can you be gentler with your hand? The flame in your hand can directly burn my soul! Master! The little one is almost dead!"
*** As soon as his little hand was released, the bone dragon fell to the ground with a crash.
***'s two thin and curved eyebrows knitted together and murmured: "You are Grigory... So, who am I? I am ***... ***? What's the name? Coming?"
"Master...save me..."
*** looked down at the Bone Dragon. One of Gregory's hind legs and tail were gone without a trace. Even the strongest skull had several huge cracks, and the other bones were even more damaged.
A small water bubble floated out from ***'s hand and landed on the bone dragon's head. The faint watery light spread quickly to Gregory's body, and the large cracks on his bones were slowly closing, while the small cracks healed without leaving a trace.
"I'm ***, I remembered." ***'s voice became cold. "Gregory, where are my men? Are you the only one left?"
"Master, it seems that the Flame Bone Demon is still alive. The others are all by you...all by you..." Gregory didn't know how to word his words. Can you say that they were all used as scapegoats by ***? Depending on the owner's unpredictable temper, he might even have a few of his bones ripped apart as punishment. Grigory doesn't have many bones now.
*** nodded, the silver light in her eyes flickered, and she scanned the entire ancient tomb in an instant. The ancient tomb is now truly lifeless. Except for two groups of soul energy that are so weak that they can be extinguished at any time, there is no longer any soul reaction.
Her right hand, as tender as a spring bamboo shoot, pointed towards a stone wall, and a white halo about a foot long flashed in front of her fingertips. The stone wall immediately collapsed silently, revealing the dying flame bone demon behind the wall. . It was lying on the ground, only half of its body still existed. The huge warhammer was full of rust and chips, as if it had been thousands of years old.
"It's just the two of you?... It doesn't matter. When we take care of those black warriors and snatch the dragon bone altar, you will all have new bodies."
*** There was no expression on Wen Wan Jingyue's little face, and her white body looked so dazzling in the dim and gray hall. In the eyes of Gregory, the master has never been so tender as before, as if it can bite it into two pieces; however, the body has never been so terrifying, the bone dragon is now trembling, and it dare not breathe, let alone Saying Howl's classic "It's so great! So wise!" is flattering.
Just looking at ***, Bone Dragon felt like he was suffocating. How far has the master's power reached? If the former *** was a rushing river, then the current *** is a calm sea. But what kind of terrible storm lurks under the calm sea is not what Gregory can know.
*** His hands danced in the air, bringing up strips of gray light. The ribbons of light were flying, entwining each other and gathering, covering her body. In the blink of an eye, she had a gray robe on her body, and on the chest of the robe was a headless woman with wings on her back. This robe also covered ***'s wings.
Only then did Gregory feel a little strange. What he saw just now, the wings of the *** seemed a little different from before. What's the difference? Bone Dragon thought hard. It suddenly understood what was different. ***'s wings are no longer the common bone wings of undead creatures, nor are they the shiny metallic wings of the past. Now, that's a pair of wings!
Pure white wings!
Gregory wanted to confirm again, but the gray robe had already covered the wings. After putting on the gray robe, he couldn't tell that he had wings at all.
*** looked down and was very satisfied. With a pair of small white hands wrapped in her chest sleeves, she floated out of the hall without moving. The Bone Dragon and Flame Bone Demon, who had regained their strength a little, hurriedly climbed up and followed their masters to find the bad luck of the Black Warriors.
Roger and Androni climbed over the last mountain and came to an empty valley. There are green grass in the valley, but the most attractive thing is the towering ancient tree nearly a hundred meters high, growing proudly.
Rogge flipped through the parchment and it looked like an ancient elf tree. This should be the place we are looking for. "
He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the spiritual world. All the surrounding scenery dimmed and gradually turned into pitch black. Slowly, a ray of light shone into Rogge's spiritual world. Then, rays of light lit up one after another, forming huge magic symbols of light. Finally, an extremely huge magic circle with a radius of ten kilometers appeared in Rogge's spiritual world!
This can only be described as a miracle!
The magic circle rotated slowly, and Rogge in the center of the magic circle felt extremely small. In the face of this miracle, even he, who had always despised the gods, was filled with fear. The miracle in Lille City that day was far grander, more direct, and more shocking than this magic circle. However, that time Rogge was among the crowds of people, but now he was facing the miracle alone!
It was thousands of miles of emptiness, with no one around, and the fear of the gods alone!
"Rogg, what's wrong with you? Is this the place we are looking for?" Androni's extremely pleasant voice pulled Rogg out of the spiritual world in time.
The fat man was already sweating profusely. He felt as if he had just fought a big battle. He was extremely exhausted both mentally and mentally, and even his mental strength was weakened a lot. He raised his head, and his voice became much hoarse: "Yes, this is it. I... need to take a rest now." Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, and he didn't know where he was.
After a long time, Rogge shouted: "Green dragon! Androni, get out of the way and let me come!" He sat up suddenly and found himself lying under the huge ancient tree in the valley, still wearing Androni's clothes. Ni's coat. At this moment, she was sitting next to him and looking at Rogge, with something strange in her eyes.
"Roger, that day... that day in the battle in the Dragon Cave, there are still many things I don't understand, especially after I was under the dragon language magic. How did you come to the Dragon Cave? How did you kill the green dragon? Again How did you get poisoned by the green dragon?"
Rogge gave Androni a meaningful look, and both of them recalled what happened that day after Androni fell into coma. Thinking of the few hours of unbridled behavior on Androni, Rogge couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. Androni, with a pale face, tried her best to suppress her vomiting. She immediately decided not to ask Rogge what happened that day in the dragon's cave. Anyway, various signs showed that Rogge had saved her life, and the precious angel's tears had also been swallowed into her stomach. .
Moreover, judging from the fat man's babble in his sleep, he sacrificed his life to save her that day. Recalling the scene of Rogge struggling in the dragon's breath, Androni suddenly felt sad. Why would a selfish and lustful villain feed himself life-saving angel tears? As for Fatty's miraculous recovery from the poison of dragon's breath, perhaps it can be attributed to the fact that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.
But she didn't know that it was not dragon language magic at all, but Rogge's mental shock wave.
Rogge reluctantly stood up. He did not dare to delay and inspected the surrounding terrain with Andre. God knows when the real divine envoy will come. You must get everything arranged before the divine envoy. Although judging from the information asked by the two unlucky angels, it would take more than ten days for the divine envoy to arrive here, but anything can happen in this world, so it is better to prepare in advance.
"Even if I can't kill you, giving me more than ten days is enough to deceive a lot of things from the elves. Not to mention giving me so much time to move around among the elves, maybe I can even get you, the true god, to He turned into a false divine envoy. Use the elf's knife to kill the elf's divine envoy, hehe." Rogge thought darkly.
This investigation lasted two days. There are ancient trees, shrubs, boulders, and even swamps that reflect magic symbols in Rogge's spiritual world. Obviously, this is a natural terrain. This huge magic circle is carved on this vast land by some unknown method. And the ancient elf tree that has grown for thousands of years is the hub of this magic circle. Rogge couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this magnificent magic circle. After thousands of years, the ancient elf tree has fully grown. It has accumulated enough magic power for thousands of years. It was only in the past year that this magic circle could be used. start up. This method of controlling the activation time of the magic circle impressed Rogge.
But playing the elf horn is just the beginning, and there must be a series of arrangements and arrangements. He and Androni discussed the details and feasibility of all actions over and over again, and this discussion opened Androni's eyes. Although she was born into a wealthy family, a wealthy family has always been the base of conspiracy. However, she has had an eccentric personality since she was a child, and she has followed Prosis to practice swordsmanship for more than ten years. Apart from being cruel and ruthless, she is actually a quite simple woman. The series of strategies that Rogge made were so vicious that she even shuddered when she thought about them.
Privately, Androni had wondered more than once, why did Rogge feed her the life-saving Angel Tears in the Dragon Cave with his ruthless personality
However, Androni was not a believer. She wanted to see how much talent Rogge had and whether it was worth enduring the humiliation and letting go of the opportunity to kill him in exchange for forcing him to serve the family. Therefore, she obeyed all Rogge's plans and assisted him vigorously.
It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that Rogge finished arranging everything. After the arrangement was completed, he finally took out the elf horn, held it with both hands, and slowly used his mental power. The elf horn made of white jade began to emit soft white light. He turned and gestured to Androni.
Androni's body began to emit blue flames, and the fighting energy in the starry sky was approaching its peak. She turned sideways, lowered her head slightly, and was going to blow the elf horn, but found that Rogge kept pulling the elf horn back. When her little mouth came to the elf horn, she was almost face to face with Rogge.
Only the divine envoy can blow the elf horn with powerful special fighting spirit. Rogge is a magician and has no fighting spirit. But he was proficient in using his mental power. After scanning the elf horn with it, he had already mastered the special pulse of how to make it play, and used his mental power to change it so that it could adapt to Androni's starry sky fighting spirit. But Androni has a strong fighting spirit and plays the horn effortlessly. Originally, the elven horn was somewhat of an artifact. Except for divine envoys, it was impossible for ordinary people to play it. It's just that although Rogge's magic power is low, his mental power is extremely huge, and he has a glimpse of the way the original power of the world operates, so it is not difficult to master the special pulse of the horn. But there are probably not many people in the world who can do this. Even among the top ten magisters, their magic power is very strong. When it comes to the use of mental power, some of them are not as good as Rogge.
Rogge smelled the faint fragrance of Androni, looked at her ice-like skin, and felt several long maroon hairs brushing across her cheeks, feeling very happy. He even peeked inside along her high neckline and was overwhelmed by the beauty of the mountains.
"Roger! Can't you lift the horn further?" Androni was very dissatisfied.
"Okay, okay."
"Roger! Why did the horn retract again?" Androni's tone was as cold as ice.
"No…."
"Roger! Where are you looking?" she said angrily.
Rogge screamed, and three or four rays of starry sky fighting energy condensed into long needles, viciously stabbing into his arms, chest, thighs and other fleshy places. Even if he had thick skin and thick flesh, he would never be able to withstand the vicious starry sky fighting energy. . All of a sudden, he felt sore, numb, swollen and tortured to the point of tears.
After all this tossing, Rogge calmed down. It's not okay for him to be dishonest, and the ruthless Androni has already threatened to put a damper on his words.
The two finally blew the elf horn in coordination.
The entire valley seemed like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years and woke up at this moment. The boulders, ancient trees, flowers and plants all shook slightly. The ancient elf trees slowly emitted green light, and invisible waves quickly spread into the distance.
Androni and Roger were watching all this with palpitations as if they were standing on the back of a giant beast.
The fluctuation quickly spread throughout the central mountain range, startling the tranquility of dozens of forests and also alarming many mysterious beings.
In the city of Lille, in the prayer hall of St. James Cathedral, the Pope sat on the throne and was drowsy.
"Lord Augustus has arrived!" the attendant outside the hall shouted.
Following the attendant's announcement, Augustus in a blood-red cloak walked in. As Master of the Holy Order, he was the only one with direct access to the Pope's prayer hall.
The Pope's prayer hall is always dark and obscure, full of the breath of time, or in other words, full of the smell of old people. Any cathedral, as long as the Pope lives in it, will be filled with this smell. Whenever Augustus entered the papal prayer hall, the smell of time would make him extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it was the Pope who really made him uncomfortable. As long as he closed his eyes, Augustus could not feel the pope's presence at all, and it seemed that all that existed in front of him was nothingness. But the power has reached the level of Augustus, and he can already feel the true power of the Pope.
The power of the Pope is a void, vast and boundless. Even people like Augustus, who have touched the edge of the divine realm, can only sense a general range.
Looking at the sleepy Pope, Augustus smiled bitterly. His true strength has reached level 20, which is enough to disdain the so-called sword masters or paladins on the continent. However, Ofiloch is more powerful than him. The golden lion who chose to fall has actually reached the pinnacle of power in this world!
But the Pope, this seemingly frail old man, defeated Ofiloch so easily. In a competition between peers, a warrior is no match for a magician. Later on, this gap becomes more obvious.
Perhaps, the Supreme God prefers magicians. Augustus couldn't help but think.
"Your Majesty, what happened to you in calling me here in such a hurry?"
"Lord Augustus, how is your recovery?" The Pope always looked like a candle in the wind.
"Thank the Lord, I have recovered 80% of my ability."
"That's good, that's good! Lord Augustus, just now, someone played the elf horn."
Augustus was shocked, "Didn't Karajan and Charisma die in battle before they found the envoy? Could it be that the envoy found the elf horn by himself? Isn't it too much of a coincidence? It's not right from the time point of view. Bar."
The pope's smile shouldn't be that of a divine messenger. When Karajan and the others died in battle, it was still a month before they were to meet with the divine envoy. Even now, there are still twenty days before the oracle says that he should meet the divine envoy. The person who blew the elf horn must be someone else, maybe it was the heretic Rogge who Karajan and Chrisma were chasing. "
"Rogg? He shouldn't have the ability to blow the elf horn. Even your majesty and I can't play it. I really can't imagine anyone else in this world who can blow this horn. It's a pity that Karajan and the others are so None of the many people came back alive. I wonder if Rogge was killed. That kid has unusually strong mental power, is a magic genius, and is ruthless and cunning. Since he refuses to submit to us, he will be in trouble. .”
The Pope said: "I feel that Rogge is not dead yet, and the sound of the elf horn is probably related to him."
"Your Majesty, it's all my incompetence that failed to handle this matter."
"Augustus, why do you blame yourself? The dozens of low-level angels who descended this time are just experimental subjects of the Supreme God. What does it matter if one or two die? As for the fate of the elves, it is What does it have to do with us whether it is good or bad? The most important thing at the moment is to handle the major matter of the Principality of Bavaria and the Rhine League. As for Rogge... he seems to be a man who knows the current affairs very well, and he has also made a decision to win the victory of falling into hell. With an angel like this, there is no need to chase him anymore, it is best if he can be surrendered. You see, neither Karajan nor Krisma can kill him, which shows that he is a talent."
"Lord Augustus, since you have recovered 80% of your strength, you are at least equivalent to a Holy Knight. This time, you will personally lead the Holy Knights on the expedition. You will lead the eight Templar Knights who came with me. Okay. Let those pagans know the majesty of a Blood Angel again!"
"But Your Majesty, I will take these Templars away for your safety..."
"Augustus, since Rodriguez died, no matter how big the world is, who else can take my life except time?" (Quanben Novel Website www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)