Standing on the side of the road and watching a large number of Templars in white robes and armor running in the direction of the plain, Frank couldn't help but shudder.

"Are you really so brainless before? I almost said it was a trap, and a group of people really went?" asked Frank.

Xiaobai thought for a while and said: "Probably because the transcendent level has absolute authority, although I know that we have an eighth-level existence, but there are basically few people including me who have seen what the eighth-level people look like." ”

"The legendary boss sends you a message directly, which is really exciting. Frank said, "Let's go, there should be no one in the temple by this time." ”

"Don't you need to deal with them?" Xiaobai asked, "It's just a group of people who don't have transcendentals, and it's not even a problem for the master." ”

"Because it's not even a problem, I don't waste time. Frank replied, "Don't do senseless killing, because killing itself is meaningless." ”

As he spoke, Frank led the three of them towards the temple at the top of the mountain, with Certinga sitting on his neck and White and Black following behind him.

Frank had visited those big Buddha temples before, and he didn't feel anything solemn or not. The noisy people pretend to be religious, while the dirty people take the dirty money and think that they will get grace by throwing too much. The wicked line up for grace, while the good kneel on the ground and pray for forgiveness. For the good are poor, and the wicked are rich.

Frank hates all the gods, and if he can get everything if he doesn't rely on himself, but by praying, then isn't the school teaching kowtow to be done?

Since you were born as a human being, why kneel down and be a slave.

So when Frank saw the idol of the god, which was estimated to be enough to make all the theologians of the earth kneel down and worship, and force all the carvers to resign immediately, he was not affected.

The idol is alive, and the simple carving simulates a rough outline. But the indescribable delicacy and elegance are not carvings, but a person who is elegantly petrified by the world to preserve her beauty. The material of the stone is similar to jade, but because of the special treatment, it is unusually warm, if there is anything most shocking, it is probably that Frank is only as tall as her toes.

"A work of art, a beautiful work of art. Frank praised: "It is impossible to describe in words, and all human imagination seems empty in front of it." ”

"That's art, absolute art. Frank added, "But it's just art, and I don't feel that the sacred thing you are talking about is just a stone puppet tainted with some power of faith, and this is not the place where the power of faith in the temple of your mouth gathers." ”

"But this is the largest statue in the temple, and it stands to reason that this is the thing that is most closely associated with the gods. Xiaobai also found something wrong at this time, but still said strangely.

Frank's brow furrowed, and then he took out a translucent crystal and put it in his hand, and the crystal suddenly emitted a bright and soft white light, which automatically floated up, and then flew towards a place like lightning.

Frank, on the other hand, chased after him with the same incredible speed until the crystal finally entered a painting.

Frank didn't rush in, but stood outside and carefully examined the picture scroll in front of him. It's a rough painting.,It looks like a novice practice.,But it's drawn by two people.,Judging from the power of the ink, it's supposed to be the legendary painting with the girl.。

"This one was painted by God. Frank exclaimed in amazement: "Are they afraid that people won't recognize them when they find such a place to hang?"

Xiaobai asked strangely: "Isn't it just that it should be hung in an inconspicuous place?"

"This is the temple!" Frank said helplessly, "Do you think it's normal for a place where something worth less than 100,000 gold coins has to be thrown into the garbage dump?"

"It seems to make sense. ”

"But the temple didn't guess that it would be stolen, and they really didn't leave anyone behind. Frank said.

"The orders in the temple are absolute, and the ability is basically determined by age, most of the elite should go to Philadelphia, and the remaining troops go to the plains as you said. Xiao Hei thought for a while and said.

"Perhaps, let's go inside. Frank said, the superficial and extreme magic circle in front of him was really an open door for him.

As he spoke, Frank's hand lightly touched the canvas, and then the whole person was sucked into the canvas, and by the way, Frank still had time to pull the three of them in

The world in the painting is almost the same as depicted in the painting, a small golden wheat field. And in the center of the wheat field, a man with wings was praying reverently, and in front of him, a small statue of the god radiated a light ten thousand times brighter than the sun.

Then the angel seemed to sense the entry of Frank and the others, and slowly turned his head.

"Rogge?" Frank said in a slightly shocked voice, "You're not dead?"

"Of course I'm not dead, Frank. Oh, no, it's Mr. Tyrant!" Rogge said hatefully, "I've been hoping to kill you with my own hands, how could I die?"

"But you're just saying that, and that's disappointing to me. Frank said: "Originally, I thought you were a retarded mind, but now you are not even mentally retarded, hatred has consumed you, and you have become a monster." ”

"You are a fusion of angelic and human souls, but you are neither. You don't have the integrity of the angels, you don't have the potential of human beings, you are simply a useless waste. From so far away I can ask about the stench of your soul. Frank said, "You let that filthy soul insult your own pure soul?"

"How ignorant and foolish you are. Frank makes no secret of his contempt as an expert figure in monster crafting. The fusion of Rogge in front of him is simply like glue glued, without beauty, without deterrence, not in accordance with the law, and not in line with the normal worldview.

However, the drama is particularly strong. Probably because of the interlacing of theoretical systems and the infusion of a lot of power and the cultivation of beliefs, but in Frank's eyes, the utilization rate of this power is simply low.

This is equivalent to carving a piece of rotten wood by a master carver, and watching a primary school student on the side hold a piece of imperial green carving and playing.

You're a thing.

However, compared to Frank, Rogge's emotions in front of him seemed much more intense.

Even though Rogge has now become an angel's body and no longer needs to sleep, the experience of that day still can't fade in his heart, and every time he thinks about it, he longs for himself to die immediately.

The flesh tentacles that bound themselves firmly, and the cold, pale golden eyes that saw through the cracks of those tentacles, without emotion or pity.

Throughout the process, every vein of his body was completely dissected, Rogge's consciousness was always awake, and the god-given resilience that he had survived on and always been proud of became his greatest nightmare. The demon with only the outline of a person left in front of him, dissected him little by little, let him heal himself, and then cut it again. Rog didn't know how many times he had been cut, but his consciousness was always awake.

Although he was blind for a while due to the slicing of his eyeballs, he spent most of his time staring at the reflection of his broken body reflected in the golden pupils in front of him.

Playing with it like a tattered toy, shame, fear? There is no emotion enough to describe his mood at that time. When he finally died, the only thought in his heart was to praise his gods sincerely.

But he was blessed by his own gods after all, but when he woke up, several old men were reading his memories. Then they stuffed him into the weak angel without asking for his opinion, and Rogge didn't know what he had lost, but he knew that he must have lost a lot, and the tyrant looked at him with sympathy and contempt?

"When I tear you apart as you did to me, then everything I suffer will be worth it!" roared Rogge.

"Maybe you'd like to, but I like it, father and son. Frank said.

"The original script was for Roque to fight you in a decisive battle, but since there was an accident, Roland was not bad. Frank said. At this time, the little white and black behind him stepped forward and protected Frank from left to right.

"Let him see what a real angel is, my pet. Frank said coldly.