Standing on the high holy mountain, the abrupt rocks are volleyed in the sky, and the cold mountain wind blows off the feathers on the black wings and floats down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Holding a sharp spear with a curse carved on it, it is powerful enough to kill gods. A proud and invincible demeanor is an attitude towards all beings.

Angel of Judgment, Osaphilos. One of the Seven Monarchs of Hell Reincarnation, alongside the other six monarchs and the Nine Great Devil Lords. As the most noble king of hell, her pride is that like countless devil kings, even in hell, her eyes will always look down on God's heaven.

The fallen feathers fell to the ground and set cities on fire, but she stirred her wings away, leaving only the wails of the destroyed.

Though depraved, still proud.

She had persuaded the Son of God: "Look at the world...... If you worship me, it is yours. If you believe in me, I will give it to you, and all the nations will be yours. ”

God said, "Whoever believes in me has eternal life." As the king of lust, she said, "He who loves me and he who loves me has eternal life." ”

Like countless fallen angels in Heaven, she follows the light in the darkness.

Seek the light in the darkness, not perfection in the light.

Even if the proudest angel falls, the glory and beauty of God will not diminish.

They are still above mortals. Almost infinite life, the most beautiful appearance, the mighty power, aren't these all nobler than mortals? No! What is really noble is that they have a heart that is closer to God - angels can also create and create human beings, it is simple.

The grandeur of the Gothic church can be perfectly reflected in any place where the Lord believes, and the most representative of them is undoubtedly the Cathedral of Our Lady, with its slender columns, beautiful floral decorations on the arches, exquisite decoration of the windows, and the brilliant colored glass always exudes a brilliant brilliance like heaven.

In particular, the bell tower of more than 300 feet, and the twin towers of more than 200 feet in front of you are towering, and the extreme height makes people have to look up.

Unlike the simplicity and heaviness of another steeple-dome chapel, the Gothic church is magnificent.

She was standing on the minaret on the west side, and it was midnight, and the street was still bustling, but she was only high above. It's like someone looking at an ant's look, no, more exaggerated and arrogant than that.

There was a horse beside her, no, it would be inappropriate to say it was a horse, it would be more appropriate to say that it was a magic horse with wings.

Much stronger than the average horse, it has a muscular body covered with hard scales. The head was covered with terrible sharp horns and dense small spines, and two serrated teeth twenty or thirty centimeters long like a saber-toothed tiger protruded from the ends of the mouth. The hoofs burn with a flame that will never be extinguished unless it dies.

These are the symbols of the Pony, but this monster is different from the Pony in that it has a pair of huge wings like a demon and a tail like a devil. The demonic wings are lined with bone spurs, the devil's tail is slender and full of barbs, and at the end of the tail there is a triangular cone.

This is a monster from the film world, named Chrysmo Agantor Poros Serba, a monster with a long name, but it also has a more brief name: Nightmare.

Those who are familiar with this creature know that only those who have killed tens of millions of lives can see and touch this terrible existence that brings death and nightmares.

On the back of the nightmare sat a man covered in black robes. When he took off the hood that covered his head, he revealed a beautiful face that would make the gods sigh.

This is a teenager, a teenager with a wonderful face. But alas, he's not a good guy.

"Are you still wandering?...... Angel. His voice sounded like a demon. The seductive sound seemed to come from all sides.

The angel's face did not look at him, but said in a cold accent: "For thousands of years, those fellows who rebelled at your instigation did not find their so-called freedom in hell. ”

"Is that you, too? Osaphilos...... Or is your rebellion really because you want to be free? No, you're just desperate for God to follow the devil. ”

"But no one knew that the demon would be another god, and there was no difference between the demon and the god. Osafhiros's face finally looked at the boy, but it was not wavering, and his eyes were empty. After wandering for thousands of years, she has long lost interest in everything.

"Gods and demons are just two sides of the same coin, and it is a mistake to think that you want to look for differences. But you didn't hesitate.

You are now the rule of hell, the king of countless devils! Not a puppet of anyone! In Heaven, you only belong to the laws of God, and you only praise the birdmen who worship him, oh, the angels...... Now you are the king of hell, and you are not more dignified than you were a slave in the past?" the young man asked.

"Ordinary angels will kneel in heaven and praise God, and when they fall into hell they curse God, but they love to hear the devil praise themselves! It's a despicable existence. Or is it that a birdman is a birdman, and it's the same everywhere. There was no disdain in the voice, but it was the greatest disdain.

"You...... Do you look down on everyone?" said Osaphilos, who had a rare hint of anger in her hollow eyes, glaring at him.

"Quite the opposite. He said.

She was silent, but the demon navigated the nightmare and vanished, leaving only a phrase and laughter: "Superbia, Avaritia, Gula, Ira, Luxuria, Invidia, Acedia...... Heheheha!!"

Where do the seven deadly sins of the demons come from? Isn't it from the seven reincarnation kings of hell that the power of evil deeds can be continuously transformed into the power to sustain their existence and expansion by the seven original angels.

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On an ordinary blue planet with stars shining and moons orbiting, there can often be several continents, and it is often divided into countless countries...... Planets are different from planes......

The Luxi Swamp is arguably the most heinous place in the Norksat continent, and the people of the scorching sun are in agony.

Although the south is generally the coldest place on the mainland, in July, even the cold as the south is enveloped in heat.

There are five or six marshes the size of aristocratic collars, and in the summer, it's not just a matter of heat. The swamp emits a foul smell during the hot season, especially in July, when the heat has just arrived.

It was so hot and gloomy that it only seemed like it had become long and humid. If there is a caravan that covets its path and tries to make its way through the swamp, it is the most intrepid adventurer who would not want to take action. No amount of gold can be given.

But the world is so big, there are always people who are not afraid of death. Money is not everything, but it can make the cowardly brave and the brave die!

Under the command of the best adventurers, in the struggle against luck, the merchants crossed the endless swamp...... But there is still danger, and one after another dark and dangerous pools of water silently tell people that this road seems to be an abyss from which there can never be turned back......

It crossed the waterhole again and reached the Antinais River. The caravan sent men to cut down the redwoods in this area. Sequoia will become the material for shipbuilding after drying and peeling, and as for the craftsmen of shipbuilding, every caravan that has the ability to cross the swamp will not be without the existence of good craftsmen.

Thanks to the concerted efforts of the skilled craftsmen, the ship was built, named after the most authoritative leader of the caravan, the Yogiro.

The boat struggled downstream along the river.

Rivers shrink time, but they bring new dangers. There are many small whirlpools lurking in the river, the kind of whirlpools that can swallow people and boats in everything.

Looking at the bodies of the ancestors who were unfortunate enough to be involved in the whirlpool, the warning of being expelled and corroded by the mud made countless sailors cautiously awe-inspiring, and the warning was only a few small pieces of broken bodies.

Those broken bodies trampled by time slowly floated on the water, like humiliated women.

When the caravan arrived at the port, a young man left silently, no one knew who he was, but there was no doubt about his presence in the caravan, and everyone seemed to ignore him for some reason......

A remote mountain village trail lined with ancient trees, flocks of red-eyed black crows hide deep in the foliage and only show their heads. A sigh stimulated the crows, who quacked and flew out, their black feathers silently scattered across the sparse bushes and the decadent rocks.

The night was clear, full of lazy and melancholy anticipation.

An innocent moon. A nocturnal gray lizard. A nightjar perched on a red-shirted tree. Silence is the only language here, and the journey is still alone.

The young man sorted out the lingering memories that still remained in his mind, and with some distress, he took out his diary out of thin air. I looked at the journal and put it back again. Finally, he patted the dust and dew on his robe. Continue on your way. It's not that he can't be faster, he just likes this kind of journey, like a confused passerby, like a prodigal son who wastes his time......

In the distance, the lights are beating, a church. The priest greeted him warmly and retained him, and he smiled and readily agreed.

"Son, it's great to meet you here and leave you behind! Oh, thank you Father......! Cursed graveyard, to a man like you, who walks alone at night, will meet the demons of hell. ”

In a trance, the lights reflected his smooth and tall nose, and his deep eyes shimmered with strange brilliance. Oh, his hair is a bit messy, and his thin but not loose beard makes him look a little scruffy.

At this moment, he smiled gratefully: "Thank you for taking me in, I am a merchant from the south. ”

His hazy, swaying pupils hid a chaotic mood in the depths. The priest did not doubt him, but asked with emotion: "The people there will be blessed by the Lord after all, and the disaster will pass." ”

"No, in the south, in that extremely cold land, the war between humans and orcs continues, but the producers of the north have become rich, and their munitions are constantly being produced and sold to the south, and their grain is sold at several times the price...... The people in the south could not afford it, so they exchanged iron ore and slaves for it, and as a result, large quantities of iron ore and slaves were transported to the north.

Weapons made from iron ore from the South were sold to the South in exchange for more slaves and iron.

The slave owners of the north used the slaves they received from the south to develop their own territories, and the slaves were used to open up the wasteland taken from the dwarves, and the land that was once very desolate was now enriched by the efforts of the slaves, and the cheap producers, driven by the frenzied whip of the slave owners, watered the soil with their lives that would not have produced food.

The large amount of iron ore brought in from the south led to the construction of countless smelters throughout the north, and the north was originally a place where iron was scarce. Now he can use the iron ore in the south to meet his needs and make a lot of money at the same time.

If the war had stopped, the South would not have needed weapons, and there would have been no high-quality iron ore to be shipped to the North, and the smelters in the North, which produced large quantities of munitions, would have closed down, and for a longer time, other smelters would have closed down...... At that time, tens of thousands of people will be unemployed, and tens of thousands of people will have their families behind them, which will be hundreds of thousands.

These hundreds of thousands of people will affect more industries, first of all, they will not be able to afford food, and the industries that produce food will suffer huge losses, and then ...... Eventually, the economic crisis masked by the war would erupt in full swing, and a large number of slaves might have been inspired by careerists to riot...... The whole North will be in chaos, Father, for the North the war cannot be stopped.

For the North, the war stopped, not with the blessing of the Lord, but with disaster. ”

The priest licked his dry tongue, swallowed his saliva hard, and asked, "What about the South?"

The boy found a random place, laid out the carpet, and then sat on his knees, praying with a devout face. When the prayer is finished, I talk to the priest, but I don't answer his question.

To this moment he is still gazing at the statue with his eyes: "In this God-created world, we are all suffering. Some of them are because of sudden disasters, some of them are wars, you say? ”

"Oh, maybe. We are born sinful, suffering is God-given, it is the sin of man, children. The priest finally regained his composure, and his voice was like nectar that brought warmth to the confused.

"Atonement?" asked the young man, and before the priest could say anything, he said, "don't you want to know what will happen to the South without war?

The whole South is coalescing, the call for reunification is getting louder and louder, and the powers of the Federal Assembly of the South are expanding, which is a unity that has never been seen before. Under the intimidation of the orcs, it did. The constant arrival of food and weapons from the North had relieved the South from the surprise attacks of the Orcs, who were now becoming more and more courageous, taking much of the land from the Orcs that did not belong to humans. If the war continues, a new empire may emerge, and her territory will be a large part of the entire South and Orc territory, an unknown situation that may not be expected by the North. ”

When the priest heard this, he could not help but think about what the situation of the united South would be, and it would undoubtedly be better than it is now.

First of all, business will definitely be better, and business will be promoted in a unified manner. This is a well-known phrase in the mainland.

In the divided South, where taxes were paid every time they went, laws were not uniform, wars and thieves further devastated commerce, and merchants suffered a lot there. Commerce there was not as prosperous there as the North, which was relatively war-deficient, and while the North had many of the same problems as the South, there were many that the South lacked.

The people of the north are not as strong as those in the south, and there are fewer disputes between them. Without war there would have been no large-scale destruction, and in terms of production it would have been much higher than in the South. The north is the Great Plains, which is much more populated than the mountainous south. It was also because there were not too many wars, and the lords of the north would take the elimination of thieves as the best way to show their strength, which in turn facilitated the transportation of trade routes.

The superiority of the North over the South lies in the scarcity of wars and the natural superiority of the land.

If the South had been unified, it would have been completely different. In order to deal with the threat of orcs, the unified south will definitely implement the province system of the ancient empire, so that the situation of large-scale wars between lords will end......

A unified south will definitely have uniform tariffs and laws, and by the way, they are still facing the sea, and there is a sea in the south, and it is an ice-free port. The south is bordered by the ocean, which contains the infinite wealth that the Lord has given to mortals, pearls, shipwrecks laden with gold, and the kingdom of lost ice at the bottom of the sea.

In contrast, the meadows to the north are inhabited by nomadic barbarians who have never been friendly to settlers. There is nothing on the grassland, only cattle and sheep full of fishy smell.

The unified South is still the South, and the rebelliousness of the Southerners will make them immediately start a new war, but they are already united, and they can't fight each other, by the way, in that case, they can only conquer other countries...... Perhaps, it is possible to go to sea to conquer the kingdoms of other continents...... Preach the faith of the Lord! Yes, yes, yes! We must conquer, we must preach the faith of the Lord!

The priest's eyes grew redder, and his expression became more and more hideous.

Maybe...... By that time, they will also need a new pope or shepherd to guide them!

At this time, the priest had been listening to the words of this mysterious traveler, and he listened: "The united south may launch a war of unification against the north, and the whole continent may be united, or they will want to open up in the direction of the sea, just like the orc pirates who discovered another continent hundreds of years ago and excitedly kill the natives of another continent...... And erase the beliefs of the aborigines, and replace the aborigines living there are all orc people who believe in the god of the beast king...... It is said that the shaman there has the same majesty as the beast king of the Old World!" Like the temptation of the devil, this voice is naturally charming.

The priest's wheezing could already be heard.

Just when the priest's fantasy was at its peak, his voice changed abruptly:

"But all of this is based on the fact that the war is still going on...... On the contrary, it would be bad if, on the other hand, the war in the South stopped before they could complete reunification. After losing a common threat, the lords who already have a grudge against each other will fight each other again...... Everything is just a fantasy. ”

"No!" the boy was choked by the neck, and a low beast-like roar was coming out of the distorted priest's mouth.

After a few moments, the priest regained his composure and let go of the boy.

The priest still had a smile on his face, as if what had just happened, and he said mysteriously to the boy, "The Lord will like you, wise boy...... I heard that there is an organization in the south calling for the unification of science and the mainland, and it is possible that you are one of them. ”

"Do you want to burn me? I'm not a heretic, Father. I'm just a businessman, and what I just said was often discussed by the most learned people in our place. The boy suddenly looked a little flustered.

"No, no, no, child, only the devil will indiscriminately burn people with hellfire, how can the believers of the Lord do such cruel things, the church only burns evil shrine maidens and people possessed by the devil...... You, you're a good boy. Just now, I was suddenly bewitched by the devil, so I grabbed you by the neck, yes, there are a lot of devils here. ”

"Tonight will be peaceful, rest well, my child. The priest's words were ambiguous.

The priest approached another room, yes, the Holy See was very large, there were many rooms, and each one was very imposing.

It is hard to believe that in such a remote place, the church is still beautiful and huge, and the priest did not sleep that night, and in the second half of the night, he saw him break into the boy's room with a sharp knife, but he was struck unconscious with a stick by the boy hiding behind the door.

"Indeed a priest of kindness, cruelty, hypocrisy, and fanaticism...... In the south, where I have lived for decades, does anyone still remember me? Lords of heaven, look at this priest, a hypocritical and fanatical man, who has only been seduced by the devil with false words, and has begun to fantasize about power in his heart...... In order to cover up his gaffe, he even wanted to kill him. ”

Thinking of this, the young man took off the white gloves on his hands, revealing a pair of white and flawless hands, but when he looked at the priest on the ground, he still did not move, but only put the usual banter and disdain on the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the church.

Under the starlight, the young man walked slowly and unhurriedly.

At night, the stars blink and shine. The small town of Maloya and the surrounding vast grasslands are already the northernmost part. It's warm.

Very strange phenomenon. North and South, in winter, the winter in the north is a warm winter, and the south is completely a very cold apocalyptic scene, and the south is much colder than the north. In the summer, it is a little colder in the north than in the south, and in July the south is a paradise of scorching heat, but the north is just right.

Nomads living in the north often graze freely in the summer under the not-so-hot sun, and in the winter they can also fish in the never-frozen Lake Straw Gat without worry. But they often had to deal with aggression from settlers. The human aristocracy of the north has a tradition of uniting to wage a war of plunder against the steppes at the end of spring. Snatching cattle, horses, and slaves. The knights of the north were also keen to seize the rich pastures of the nomads, and the war between the nomads and the settlers began.

The northern aristocracy had an absolute advantage, and with muskets, cannons and well-trained armies, the nomads had been able to shrink their living range in recent years. The noble pioneer knights, in accordance with their lord's will, continued to advance along the steppe frontiers, building bunkers and settlements one after another.

The steppe nomads were powerless to resist and had to move north. But they sometimes retaliate, such as attacking settlements, burning down churches, and killing the pioneers who lived there, but this will lead to retaliation on a much larger scale.

A dark old inn. Dozens of tables were filled with people, and in the dim light created by a pale blue bonfire, the clowns on stage looked eerie. Countless men and women leaned against each other to talk about some sensitive topics, filling the air with an ambiguous atmosphere. A few bottles of fine beer with a glossy logo can promote a lot of things between men and women.

The clown in the mask kept performing the old-fashioned act of catching the ball with his hands on stage, but it was cheered so loudly that it muffled the babbling of some of the women.

A few of the most comfortable are travelers sitting at the VIP bar. They are the ones who really appreciate the clown show, and the others have already gotten under the table and don't know what to do.

The hotel proprietress at the bar was facing away from the door, secretly, expertly counting the day's income.

That's when it happened. The boy pushed open the door and sat down familiarly on an empty seat in the corner. No one noticed him except the boss.

The young proprietress gave a sophisticated smile and asked tentatively, "Where are the guests from?

The young man nodded, looking at the proprietress with fascinated eyes, and the proprietress couldn't help but blush slightly.

With the straight eyes of a few idle travelers, he came to his designated room.

The room was very clean.

An old oil painting depicting a shepherd girl on the vast prairie hung upright on the wall at the top of the mirror platform attracted his attention.

The boy walked up to the mirror table with great amusement and stroked his fingers gently and back and forth on the edge of the painting.

After removing the painting, on the back of the painting, I accidentally found a few lines written in charcoal.

It's scribbled, but it's recognizable. The boy is very knowledgeable and proficient in the various languages of this continent.

"My dear old priest, if you are lucky enough to return, please go to the town southeast of the Whitechapel on the outskirts. It is infested with demons. The demons who occupy the cemetery on the hill behind Whitechapel lurk during the day and go to the town at night to harm people. They would make new garments from the skins they had peeled off at night, and drape them over themselves in the form of their masters, Barbarossa Weil."

In this regard, the young man smiled knowingly, old priest, is it the old priest?

Dawn, after settling the bill, he set out on his journey again.

The bumpy road didn't confuse his pace. The lush emerald green fields on both sides due to the humid climate did not attract his attention.

In the distance, the mysterious White Church towers. It is being hidden by countless vines and clusters of wildflowers.

In the eyes of the demons, the church is constantly emitting a holy light against the constant wanton ghostly energy around it, and the clash of holy light and ghostly energy makes the space there slightly distort and fold, but it does not affect passers-by.

After entering the church, the boy unhurriedly unbuttoned the hood of his black robe, revealing slightly pale skin and shiny black hair.

His eyes shone with an inexplicable sheen, a purple sheen.

A ghostly glow glowed on his hand, and a staff appeared in the air. He took a stale into a passage leading to the underground in the church, and the staircase seemed to have no end in sight, but in fact it was just an illusion, and the staircase did not extend much deeper.

His footsteps were soft, and strangely reverberated all the time. Legend has it that the footsteps of demons reverberate.

He paused in front of an oil picture.

In the frame, which glows with a dull golden sheen, a woman sits dignifiedly.

Her flamboyant face was like a bright red rose.

A blood-colored rose, with thorns.

The boy couldn't help but savor it carefully.

After a few moments, he turned and entered a small door next to him, which was furnished like a study.

The boy stopped by the bookshelf, which was well preserved.

He looked over to the thick stack of books on the shelves. When the last book was taken out, the purple pupils flickered.

In the corner was a small piece of black linen with several strange patterns painted on the corners. The boy carefully flattened it, and through the light, the middle of the four corners slowly twisted, like ripples in a pool of calm black water.

He sniffed, "Devil's breath, oh no, it's devil's breath." ”

In addition to this, there was a yellowed note with a few words written on it: "The great Hellmaster Amosroko ......." The rest of the text is blurred.