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"Your Majesty, please think again!" Kate knelt on the ground and touched her head to the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Grand Duke of Bavaria was silent, pacing back and forth, the sound of his boots stepping on the ground echoing faintly in the large study. The white and long fingers of his left hand kept tapping on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, as if he was quite disturbed in the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, the Grand Duke tightened his grip on the sword at his waist and stopped.

"It's not feasible, you don't have to talk about it again. The Grand Duke said lightly.

Kate hesitated for a moment, and finally said resolutely: "Your Majesty, it is only a matter of time before our army marches north and sweeps away the Asrofik Empire, but ...... What should we do after the annexation of the Asrofik Empire? In my opinion, the prestige of the Holy Knights now far exceeds that of our legions. And the prestige of the Pope and Lord Augustus has long transcended the borders!Your Majesty, after you unify the continent, I am afraid that the royal power at that time will ...... will be completely suppressed by the clerical power......"

"Shut up!" the Grand Duke roared, interrupting Kate. With a choking sound, the Grand Duke's saber was already on Kate's neck, and the sharp blade had already left a blood line on his neck.

Kate was like a statue, not moving, still insisting: "Your Majesty, even now, if the Pope ascends to the heights, except for my Liontooth Legion, I am afraid that more than half of the soldiers of the other legions will turn their blades at you......"

"Enough!" the Grand Duke cut off Kate's words again.

He slowly sheathed his saber, patted Kate on the shoulder, and said, "Get up, I know what you really think." But Rogge is the person named by the Pope, and all the decisions about him are not something you can influence, and even I can't do anything about it. Although you don't know the true background of the church, you should be able to see the miracles on the day of the decisive battle. Give up those unrealistic ideas, and don't do stupid things, otherwise you will find that all your efforts are in vain, and you will only bring yourself a doom. As for what you have just said, never mention it again. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Kate stood up, and was about to leave, when she was stopped by the Grand Duke.

"Your liontooth legion is recuperating now, isn't it?" asked the Grand Duke.

"I'm resting in Badenburg. ”

The Grand Duke groaned for a moment and said, "Go and secretly transfer the Liontooth Legion to Lille City." We've got all the secrets of the Babylonian Empire's Golem Legion, and it won't be long before ten new Golems will be built. At that time......"

The Grand Duke looked into Kate's eyes, patted him on the shoulder again, and said, "The Liontooth Legion can be renamed the Bavarian Golem Legion!"

When Kate walked to the door of the Grand Duke's Palace, she happened to meet Franco who came in a hurry. The two just glanced at each other, and immediately staggered their gaze and staggered past.

Instead of going to the Archduke's study, Franco walked to Catherine's office. The internal affairs of the principality were in the hands of Catherine, so Franco had to report directly to the beautiful and terrible Grand Duchess.

He had a special identity and walked directly to Catherine's office and waited quietly for her arrival.

After a few moments, the bookshelves on one side of the study suddenly moved to both sides, and Catherine and a maid stepped out of it. Her long hair was still wet, clinging to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes still flashed with excitement and madness.

Seeing that Franco was already waiting in the study, Catherine was slightly stunned, and then remembered that she had asked him to come over at this time to discuss business.

Franco stood up, and just as he wanted to say something, Catherine waved her hand at him, and said lazily: "The documents are all on the table, you can tidy it up yourself, take it back and look at it first." I'm a little tired today, I'll talk about it next time!"

Franco replied lightly, walked over to Catherine's desk, and began to sort through the tall pile of papers.

In the past, Catherine was resolute and resolute, and would never abandon her official duties for such reasons as tiredness. However, in the past half month, the situation has happened three times. And every time Franco sees Catherine walking through the secret door into the study, he will find that she is full of charm, but extremely lazy, full of the scene after the carnival.

Extrapolating from the time, Catherine became abnormal shortly after Rogge was captured.

Franco's hands are extremely well maintained, and every movement he makes as he flips through the papers is firm and powerful, without any dragging. It's just that no matter how many documents there are, there will always be a time when they are finished. He picked up the heavy papers, his gaze naturally swept over the secret door of the study, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out of Catherine's study.

At this moment, Rogge was the only one left in the deep and lofty hall.

Rogge was lying on his back on the steel platform, already breathless. His chest and abdomen were all mashed, and the piece of flesh that had turned into a paste was slowly wriggling, and he was struggling to be reborn with the support of his strong and incomprehensible vitality, mending the wounds on his body little by little.

Rogge's eyes opened, but there was complete confusion in his eyes, he just looked at the roof of the main hall like that, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Suddenly, the entire hall shook slightly. The tremor spread to the steel platform, and it also touched Rogge's pain. There was a glint of anger in his eyes, and he wondered where the shock was coming from.

A small yellow object fell from the sky, bounced a few times, and landed right on Rogge's face. This is a piece of oil paint on the fresco on the top of the temple, which was loosened and fell off because of the vibration of the main hall. It slid down its skin, and suddenly, Rog's mouth opened, and a long, scarlet tongue suddenly stretched out, curling it into his mouth.

The trembling of the hall stopped, and Rogge returned to his lifeless daze, only the speed of his wound recovery accelerated imperceptibly.

The hall was silent again.

Time passed quietly, and at some point, a dull roar broke the silence of the hall. The two extremely heavy red bronze doors slowly opened with a low roar. A strong light filtered through the crack in the door and landed on Rogge's face.

Rogge's eyes were wide open, staring motionless at the top of the temple, and even the glare on his face did not blink his dead fish-like eyes.

Before the door was fully opened, Catherine's soft and angry voice was heard: "His Majesty the Pope cannot do this! He promised me a month, but now it is only a little more than two weeks! Is His Majesty, the Honorable, the Noble, the Great Pope, ready to withdraw his promise?"

At this time, a deep male voice sounded: "His Majesty the Pope has indeed promised you a month's time. But you didn't hurt him as much as you promised. Now the Great Being from the Celestial Realm is going to take him, so your time is over. ”

"You can't do that!" Catherine followed the man, trying to protest, "I didn't do anything to him!

The man snorted, ignored Catherine, and strode over to the steel platform, and immediately frowned at Rogge's lifeless appearance.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly stroked Rog's chest. As he moved, a soft and slender divine aura seeped into Rogge's body, probing his body and repairing some small scars along the way. The man suddenly snorted softly, looking quite surprised. Rogge's body was too good in every way, except that the strength of his body was locked by six magic nails, he was completely unharmed.

The man looked at Rogge's unresponsive eyes again, then snorted and glared at Catherine fiercely. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out all six steel nails that trapped Rogge's hands.

Rogge let out a roar of pain and finally came to his senses. His body twitched, but he seemed to have regained some consciousness, and slowly turned his head to look at the two men on the steel platform.

"Rog!" the man snorted.

Rogge struggled to distinguish the man's face, and after a moment he struggled to say, "I know you, you are...... Augustus. ”

Augustus nodded and said, "His Majesty the Pope wants to see you, now that you can move freely, come with me!"

Rogge propped his elbows on the steel platform and tried to get off the platform. As a result, with all his strength, his body actually snorted and flew out quickly!

Augustus waved his hand, enveloping Rogge's body with a gentle force, placing him on the ground, and frowned, "Your strength has been restored. ”

Rogge's consciousness seemed much clearer, he nodded, took the set of clothes handed by the maid, and slowly put them on. These days, Rogge has been nailed to the steel platform, constantly tormented, and every movement has to be used with all his strength to be able to move a single inch. Therefore, the sudden and complete recovery of strength made him unable to adapt for a while.

Rog followed Augustus through the hall, through two portals, and finally stopped at two gates carved out of black crystal.

Looking up at these two majestic gates that were 100 meters high, Rogge couldn't help but feel awe for a while.

Such a natural giant gate can only be described as a miracle.

On the doors of these two black crystals, there are faint angels with different postures. It seems that there are six angel statues floating on each giant door, most of which look very clear, but one angel statue is a very faint and faint image, if it were not for Rogge's extremely sharp eyesight, I am afraid that there is no angel statue hidden there.

Before Rogge could see clearly, the two black crystal giant doors slowly opened on their own, revealing the incomparably deep and lofty hall behind them. In such a hall, even a giant dragon standing in the middle of it must seem very small.

At Augustus's signal, Rogge slowly walked into the main hall. The angel of blood remained outside the door and did not enter the temple with him.

The giant door slowly closed behind Rogge, and at the moment when the gate closed, how the scene in the hall completely changed, Rogge found that the top of the hall became only about ten meters, and he didn't know if the giant hall had become smaller or bigger. The fat man knows that no matter which one it is, it is a real change, and it is by no means a momentary illusion.

"Rogge, you're finally here. How is it, are you ready to take refuge in the Radiance of the Supreme God?" An extremely old voice sounded at the end of the main hall, and it seemed that every word contained the passage of thousands of years.

Rogge looked up and saw the Pope standing at the other end of the hall, staring at him with eyes that were constantly shining and shattering.

Rogge's hands couldn't help but tremble, and at this moment, he could clearly see that in the Pope's eyes, those brilliances were the process of birth and death of countless planes, but they were only accelerated by hundreds of millions of times.

However, the fat man immediately calmed down and smiled: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that your great prophecy technique will fail once. ”

The Pope smiled and said, "Whether the Great Prophecy Technique will fail or not can only be determined by the results of the prophecy. I called you here this time to show you something, and after seeing these things, I think you will naturally make a choice. ”

Rogge nodded, followed behind the Pope, and walked towards the end of the main hall.

As he walked, the Pope said slowly, "The place you are setting foot on now is the most noble place of the Church of Light, the Great Temple of Light. The predecessor of this temple was the most sacred place where the elves sacrificed to the great elf of war, Shiloh, the elven temple. So what you see now is a miracle of the highest wisdom of the elves and the Terrans, and the greatest magic that has ever existed. ”

In the Pope's eloquent narration, the old and the young have come to the end of the main hall in the blink of an eye, and have come to a new hall. This hall is much smaller than the main hall in front of it, with a huge statue standing in the center.

It was an angel bound by chains, and her wings were pierced by tiny chains. Her face was beautiful and noble, but her beautiful face was full of heartbreaking pain!

At the first sight of the statue, Rogge almost had the illusion that he heard the painful screams of the bound angel echoing endlessly throughout the hall.

Rogge stared at the statue, the more familiar it became, and his face gradually turned pale.

The Pope coughed and said, "Let's go, there's still a lot to see!"

Rogge silently followed the Pope to the next hall, his heart beating faster and faster, and his steps becoming hesitant.

He was a little scared.

Sure enough, there was also a huge statue in the second hall, which was equally lifelike. It was a two-headed dragon trying to fly high, but four spears staggered mercilessly through its body, pinning it firmly to the ground.

Rogge's heart had become a little numb, and he just followed the Pope through one hall after another, each with a statue in it. He had lost count of whether he had passed through nine or ten halls when the Pope led him into a new hall.

Rogge was immediately struck by lightning and stood on the spot!

This statue is different, the graceful woman who is bound to the stone pillar has a face that freezes not pain, but happiness.

The happiness that had stung him deeply!

The statue also features a demon with wings on its back, holding the woman from behind. Although the demon's face is hideous and his claws are sharp, his movements give people a feeling of extreme gentleness.

Along the way, Rogge was afraid of this moment.

In an instant, how many past events came to mind. Before he knew it, he was in tears.

I don't know how long later, the Pope's deep voice sounded again: "Let's go, there is still a place to see." ”

When Rogge heard this, he immediately silently followed the pope away. Finally, they entered the last temple. To be exact, these are two temples. The two halls are far away from each other, like twin sons with the same fate.

Rogge followed the Pope's movements, slowly turning to the left and looking at the statue.

Time seems to have frozen...... Rogge looked blankly at the last statue.

Mechanically, almost subconsciously, he walked slowly towards the statue, trembling and reaching forward, as if to touch her face, her black hair, and her bare feet.

However, before his fingertips could touch her, Rog could no longer move his steps, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees in front of the statue.

Her grace, her beauty, her pride and calmness in her disregard for life and death have not changed in the slightest. The only thing that has changed is that she is no longer the eighth king of the dead world, nor is she the goddess who dwells alone in the kingdom of gods. At this moment, she, like Elesis who was surrounded by black flames, had turned into a statue of a fallen angel!

The moment he saw her, Rogge already understood all the causes and consequences.

He suddenly felt breathless, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping his heart hard, his hearing, sight, and smell were all blank, but he could clearly distinguish a wisp of pain called loss slowly growing and spreading from the bottom of his heart.

The pain in that moment was heart-wrenching.

The Pope said slowly, "She hasn't fully turned into a statue yet, so you still have a choice." You see, the invisible celestial fire is smelting her soul, and I think you must know very well how painful the process is. I can temporarily lower the flames in the Celestial Realm, but it's not a long-term solution!"

Rogge looked intently, and then saw that around the statue floating in the air, there was indeed an invisible flame burning. The flames exude a rich majesty and sacredness. He was very familiar with this breath, it was the Holy Flame of the Heavenly Realm, a flame that was enough to melt the soul.

Rogge stared at her countenance, which was as calm as if he were asleep, for a long time, and finally turned around, walked to the Pope, knelt down with a plop, touched his head to the ground, and said calmly: "As long as I can release her from the statue, I will take refuge in the glory of the Most High God, my body, my soul, and from now on all belong to my Lord!"

The Pope sighed heavily, slowly bent down, helped Rogge up, and said, "What you need to do is to harvest the soul of this powerful existence in this plane and throw it into the holy flame of the heavenly realm. With each soul cast, the flames of the Celestial Realm are temporarily lowered. If you are able to harvest a soul that is strong enough, then that soul will take her place and be smelted by the flame in the statue. ”

Rog nodded, said no more, and strode out of the hall.

"Wait a minute!" the Pope called out to Rogge, coughing violently a few times before he reached out and gasped, "Take her with you!"

Rogge frowned, looked at the Pope's finger, and froze again!

At the Pope's finger, there is a dreamy girl at some point. She was wearing a long black dress, her long black sheared hair fell like a mirror, she was holding a huge death scythe in her arms, and her silver eyes were staring at Rogge, but she was full of timidity.

"This ...... This ......" Rogge was completely speechless.

The Pope said slowly, "She is the essence of Audreich, and she also has most of Audrech's soul, but her godhead and most of her consciousness are still trapped in the statue. That way, she won't feel the pain of the flame, and her powers will be able to help you. It's just that because her consciousness is still in the Purgatory Angel statue, she is like a newborn little girl at this moment, and she needs your guidance and care at all times. ”

Rogge looked at her for a moment, then strode towards her. A look of panic flashed in the dreamy girl's eyes, and a cry of surprise came out of her mouth, and then she suddenly raised the Death Scythe in her hand and slashed down at Rogge's head like thunder and lightning!

Although she is so delicate and beautiful that she seems to be able to be blown to pieces by a slightly stronger wind, the power of this slash can make the heavens and the earth change color!

Rogge didn't dodge or dodge, he snorted, and the Death Scythe had struck him hard, and the huge blade was half a meter long and sank into his back!

However, she was also held in Rogge's arms.

Rogge gently stroked her mirror-like black hair, and said in a low voice: "Fengyue, don't be afraid." I'm already here. ”

Her dreamy, beautiful little face rested on Rogge's shoulder, and at first she looked terrified, but then gradually calmed down. Eventually, she closed her silver eyes, let go of the Death Scythe she had been holding tightly with her right hand, and embraced him gently.

(To be continued)