The Abyssal Dragon was so startled that it didn't have time to pay attention to Gregory, and turned around and threw itself at Fengyue. Originally, Fengyue was already dying, but now the energy began to slowly recover again. Although the speed of this energy recovery was not fast, it still shocked the Abyssal Dragon.

It has never heard of regaining its strength in battle!

If both sides have equal strength and skill, then the outcome of the battle will undoubtedly be the victory of the side that can recover its strength. Especially when the power reaches the level of a king, when the power control is almost the same, a small difference in power can sometimes determine the outcome of a battle. And now Fengyue not only has overwhelming power control, but also can restore her strength by herself! Even if her power always stays at the king level, it is still an invincible existence in the world of death.

Feng Yue smiled coldly, her figure disappeared, and she instantly retreated a few meters, which was worthy of passing the claws of the Abyss Dragon.

The Abyssal Dragon knew that Fengyue was still very weak, and his strength was not even as strong as that of several of his powerful men, and his speed was much slower than the kings remembered. However, in the past, when the kings fought Fengyue, although her speed was unmatched, the kings could always judge the trajectory of her movement, and each king had a way to restrain her high speed.

At this moment, although Fengyue's speed is slow, all her movements are no longer elusive.

Every time the Abyss Dragon swooped, Feng Yue only dodged it from a distance of a few meters, and a pair of silver eyes looked at the Abyss Dragon with faint disdain. The entire body of the Abyss Dragon was tens of meters long, and it seemed that a slight roll could squash the wind and moon that was extremely close to it. What chilled the Abyssal Dragon's heart was that no matter how hard it tried, the distance of several meters remained the same, like a chasm that had existed since ancient times, never widened or narrowed.

For some reason, the Abyss Dragon suddenly felt that the Wind Moon it was facing had completely become a new existence.

The weakened Gregory had already been shaken off by the violent movements of the Abyss Dragon and fell into the distance.

Fengyue, it should be said that Weina, suddenly flew backwards, and in the blink of an eye, it opened a distance of hundreds of meters from the Abyss Dragon.

She reached out and grabbed the void, and the Death Scythe appeared in her right hand. Seeing the Death Scythe in her hand, Wella couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, obviously very unsuitable for this weapon.

A milky white flame ignited from the palm of her hand, and in the blink of an eye, it burned through the entire Death Scythe, and the deep black with the ornate cyan pattern was swept away, turning into a milky white decorated with golden branches. The huge blade was also straightened in an instant, turning into a huge pale golden spear tip more than a meter long. Three lightning-shaped, thin blades detached from the tip of the spear and stretched out, not the tip of a golden entity, but a void of nothingness. Behind the cavern seemed to lead to another vast, dark space, and there was not a trace of light at all.

Wella's hand shook slightly, and the three thin blades on the tip of the gorgeous spear lit up with azure arcs, and small balls of thunder and light kept wandering out.

The Dragon of the Abyss knows that the final hour has come.

Although Fengyue was far less powerful than it was now, it instinctively knew that victory would never be its own.

At this last moment, if the kings did not instinctively choose to escape and survive, but poured out of their nests to fight Fengyue to the death, then Fengyue, who had just suddenly lost the ability to resist, would have already become a wisp of dust in the world of death. Even if Fengyue's power is intact, the remaining five kings will not have no chance of defeat. But who would have thought that Fengyue would destroy the flame chariot by himself?

If the Flame Chariot was in Fengyue's hands, the kings would have no chance.

Facing Fengyue directly at this moment, the Abyssal Dragon suddenly felt that even if he was asleep, the kings might not be able to escape Fengyue's tracking. The magic of the lich Elgra has allowed the kings to escape the eyes of the Celestial Hunters several times, but can it obscure the silver eyes of the wind and moon?

The first law of the king maintains formal dignity but renounces true dignity.

The dragon of the abyss let go of the emotion in his heart, and a new feeling arose from the bottom of his heart. It clearly felt the strength of Fengyue, almost invincible. But the Abyssal Dragon has forgotten what fear and despair are, it just wants to fight.

The Abyssal Dragon, with a mortal heart, roared in shock, and pounced on Wella with a gale-strong wind and dark gray dragon breath!

The Hellthunder Spear in Weina's hand slowly swung towards the Abyssal Dragon.

With the swing of the Hell Thunder Spear, a ball of light with a diameter of 100 meters and a faint glow flashed towards the Abyss Dragon.

The huge body of the Abyss Dragon suddenly weighed several times, and it involuntarily sank downward.

This is a gravity attack that the Abyssal Dragon is very familiar with. It flapped its wings as it fought against the sudden increase in gravity as it swooped down on Wella at the same speed.

Wella snorted softly, a smile on her lips.

The gravity that had been placed on the Abyssal Dragon's body suddenly vanished! It couldn't control its strength for a moment, and its entire body soared into the sky, passing over Wella's head.

Suddenly, gravity returned to the Abyssal Dragon. But this time it's no longer several times the gravity, it's dozens of times!

The abyssal dragon roared wildly, and his body involuntarily fell for nearly a thousand meters, and only then did he barely control his body.

Gravity is getting stronger again, but the direction is upward!

With the howling sound of the wind, the Abyssal Dragon, which had completely lost control, rushed into the lead-colored clouds in the blink of an eye. The thick lead cloud churned, and the Abyssal Dragon fell again, this time its massive body spinning wildly under the gravitational pull of constantly changing direction.

In Wella's sneer, the Abyssal Dragon was completely unable to control its body, and under the powerful gravitational pull that flickered and flickered, strengthened and weakened, and fluctuated, it rolled and flew in the air, without the power to resist or even escape.

In just a few minutes, Wella's strength had regained to the power of Fengyue when she was originally a king. But her power stopped here, and it didn't grow anymore.

Wella snorted!

The gravitational pull on the Abyssal Dragon's body suddenly disappeared completely. But it still managed to control its body after rolling up and down dozens of times.

At this time, Wella's real attack has arrived......

The ball of light that had always engulfed the Abyss Dragon was suddenly filled with hundreds of gravitational forces, which were not only strong and weak in different directions, but also constantly staggered.

In an instant, the left wing of the Abyss Dragon was pulled upward, and the right wing sank downward, its neck stretched incessantly, its head pressed against its body, and its giant tail trembled uncontrollably in the pull of more than a dozen gravitational pulls!

The Abyssal Dragon roared in pain.

However, what was truly lethal was the gravitational ball that tumbled endlessly inside its body, and hundreds of powerful gravitational pulls shattered the fragile structure of the Abyssal Dragon's body in a matter of moments.

Wella's snow-white left hand squeezed fiercely in the void, and the scenery within a kilometer radius of her was strangely distorted.

In an instant, all the gravitational pull of the Abyssal Dragon's body pointed at a point in the center of its body at the same time. Its body structure was already very fragile due to the unchanging gravitational force, but now under the restraint of the strong gravitational force, the huge body of the Abyss Dragon actually shrank little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was a whole circle smaller!

Looking at the Abyssal Dragon, which was now less than fifty meters from beginning to end, Wella suddenly stopped all her attacks. But the battle is over. The severely injured and powerless Abyssal Dragon can barely float itself in the air. Now, even if it wanted to escape, it would never escape Wella's grasp.

Moreover, it will not escape.

"O lowly rebel......," Wella's voice became extremely gentle, "If it weren't for your stupid behavior, I wouldn't be as embarrassed as I am now, and I wouldn't even have complete control of my body. I was angry, very angry...... So you're not going to be destroyed right away. I've heard that you cowards, who don't even dare to raise your strength, are very dignified. We have twenty-two minutes left and I will give you ample opportunity to show your dignity ......"

The Prison Thunder Gun in Weina's hand couldn't stop stretching, getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, it stretched into a terrifying weapon thirty meters long and one meter thick. Only the one-meter gun in Weina's hand remained intact.

Wella's petite body now looked like an insignificant ornament hanging from a giant spear.

However, shape, size, and even weight are insignificant, only strength is absolute.

Wella is demonstrating this truth. Her incomparably small body stood in the air, and the thirty-meter-long spear smashed into the Abyssal Dragon's body with a screaming wind, knocking it down like a meteor!

It's a bizarre fight, or rather, beating, to be more accurate, torture.

Wella's delicate body was so small that the body of the gun she held in her hand was so thin that it seemed to break at any moment compared to the huge body that was a meter thick at the front. Similarly, the thirty-meter-long giant spear was not outstanding compared to the fifty-meter body of the Abyss Dragon.

However, the giant spear swung into Weina's hand as if it were weightless, and the lightning struck the abyssal dragon's body, and with a thunderous roar, it rolled up and down in the air, and carrion flew in all directions.

The smile on the corner of Wella's mouth became more and more cheerful......

"Ten, nine......." Fengyue finally began to count down.

Wella snorted, and the Hellthunder Gun returned to its prototype, then stretched out her left hand, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge ball of light more than ten meters in front of her, burning with raging flames.

In the countdown of Wind and Moon, the ball of flame slowly flew towards the Abyssal Dragon, which had been struck to the skeleton of the abyss, and the raging flames completely incinerated it like a withering and decaying body.

The countdown of the wind and moon is just over.

The world of the dead also calmed down.

Between the lead clouds and the peaks, for a while, apart from the howling gale, only the wind and the moon stood against the wind.

The golden cross in Fengyue's left eye dimmed, transforming into a golden headless angel image.

"The host...... Save me......" A faint mental fluctuation floated in the air.

Fengyue made a move in the void, and only half of the bone dragon with a tattered body flew over from a distance and stopped in front of Fengyue.

Gregory breathed a sigh of relief, and this time, it seemed that his life had been picked up again. As soon as it was in a good mood, it was ready to make a few sycophants. However, seeing the golden doji in Fengyue's right eye, the bone dragon suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, his mouth opened, and a few sycophants rolled around his mouth, but he couldn't get out of his mouth.

Fengyue regained her expressionless countenance, and as soon as she grabbed her right hand in the air, the Prison Thunder Gun appeared in her hand.

Seeing the prison thunder gun, Feng Yue was also stunned for a moment.

A black flame spread from Feng Yue's hand, and in an instant, the Prison Thunder Spear once again turned into a deep black with a bright cyan pattern. The tip of the spear was twisted and stretched, reverting to the massive blade of the Death Scythe.

With a wave of the Wind Moon Death Reaper's scythe, the large gray mist that was still corroding the bone dragon's body was immediately expelled by the black flames.

She was not in a hurry, and slowly repaired the body of the bone dragon.

"Fengyue, this is your subordinate?"

"Yes. ”

"The physical strength is not enough, the attack method is single, and the attack method does not match the soul caste...... Well, from the perspective of soul inheritance, in his previous life, he was a demon dragon, a very weak demon dragon. You really have a vision, Fengyue. Wella scoffed.

Feng Yue replied lightly, "Wella, you only used the same, or even weaker, strength to 'completely' defeat the Abyss Dragon in such a short period of time. Especially the final battle was 'gorgeous'. You are majestic, Wella. ”

"Fengyue, although the entire Divine Origin is controlled by you, the vast majority of this body belongs to you. But if I wanted to, I could have absolute control over this body! It wasn't long, but it was enough for me to do a lot of things. You'd better not provoke me. Wella said coldly.

"If you do 'a lot' of things," Fengyue replied lightly as she repaired Grigory, "then I'll destroy this body." You have lost control of the Source of God and will immediately fall into a deep sleep. ”

"If you dare to do so, I'll wipe out all traces of Rogge's existence before I fall asleep! ”

"Then I will destroy the original God first. ”

Wella in the Sea of Consciousness sneered, and stretched out her right hand in front of Feng Yue, and there was a thin golden silk thread at the tips of her slender five fingers, one connected to Feng Yue's body, and four of them led to the void sky.

"Fengyue, do you see, these are your four coordinates in that world. I know you're fast, so why don't you take a gamble and see if you can destroy the Origin of God before I destroy these four coordinates?"

Fengyue suddenly pointed at one of the golden threads, and Wella just sneered and let her fingertips touch the golden thread.

Fengyue's fingertips passed through the golden thread, but the golden thread remained the same, unaffected, as if it did not exist in this plane at all. In fact, Feng Yue already knew the moment her fingertips touched the golden thread, and this golden thread was indeed in the sea of consciousness, but it existed in a way that she didn't know anything about.

"Then ......" Feng Yue hesitated for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, his eyes returned to calm: "Let's destroy together." ”

Fengyue and Wella looked at each other, for a long time, for a long time......

Once again, the golden lake froze.

Wei Na's eyes slowly lit up, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "Fengyue, I did hand over the control of the origin of the god to you, but ......"

An unrivaled force descended from the sky, smashing Fengyue into the golden lake! Wella's figure appeared in Fengyue's original position.

Only then did she finish the second half of the sentence: "...... Can't I get it back?"

Wella roared, and with a move of her left hand, the golden lake boiled again, and a huge wave rose into the sky, bringing Fengyue's body up from the bottom of the lake. With a right hand in Wella, Fengyue flew over by herself, and her slender neck fell into Wella's five fingers......

The skeleton of Gregory's new body had been erected, and the four thin wings had begun to take shape. Now the whole body is still unable to use it freely, and it still needs to be further strengthened by Fengyue, but the bone dragon is already about to howl with excitement.

Although the Abyssal Dragon has disappeared, Fengyue has found the remains of the Holy Flame Unicorn that drove the Flame Chariot and built the basic framework of the Bone Dragon. Although it is still unknown what kind of new abilities the new body will have, it will certainly not be ordinary.

This is obviously the owner's reward for his loyalty.

The bone dragon trembled slightly with excitement, and it wanted to howl desperately a few times, at least a few hundred sycophants, including several new sycophants that it had come up with. But for some reason, as soon as he saw the golden doji in Fengyue's right eye, Gregory's whole body stiffened, and his consciousness would fall into a blank in an instant, and he couldn't even let out a little mental fluctuation.

The arrogant, dragon-born Lord Gregory would not admit that he had been scared stupid.

Hundreds of sycophants kept churning in the consciousness of the bone dragon, but they couldn't shoot it anyway, the sadness in this was really indescribable, and Gregory was eager to hit the mountain peak with the freshly repaired skull for a while.

It can't be broken anyway.

Fengyue's tinkering work suddenly stopped, and she just stood quietly, the golden doji and the headless angel in her eyes gone.

With a howl, Grigory fell from the sky. Its body is not yet complete, and it is not yet able to float on its own.

Gregory didn't know what happened to Fengyue, but it knew that he was afraid that the master would not be able to take care of himself for a while. Fortunately, the master had just destroyed the Abyss Dragon with great might, and the other kings must no longer have the courage to haunt the vicinity. Otherwise, another king will come out at this time, and everything will be over.

When Rogge woke up from his meditation, it was already in the middle of the moon.

Like any meditation in these days, this time he was still summoned back from the wizarding world in a sudden fluster.

He sighed and pushed the door open and walked out of the meditation room.

The cold moonlight poured silently into the room through the wide window, gilding everything in a hazy silver.

There was silence outside the window.

The sparkling surface of the lake reflects the silver moonlight, which looks mysterious, beautiful, and slightly sad.

Rogge in front of the window smiled slightly bitterly, he was always inexplicably panicked during this time, and now he still feels sad, is his heart really soft?

He took a deep breath, cleared all the distractions, and finally calmed down. In Rogge's mind, all melancholy and sentimentality were luxuries, and he didn't have that much time to squander.

Rogge walked towards the bathroom.

The night was still long, and he was going to take a shower before delving into the magic spells in the dark crystal. If the puppet spell can be used freely, and then combined with his instantaneous magic driven by mental power, even if it is only the use of low-level magic, it is by no means something that ordinary people can resist.

There was already a maid standing at the door of the bathroom, placing the bath towel and Rogge's clothes that should be changed at the door of the bathroom.

Rogge was stunned, and it would be dawn in a few hours. At this time, except for the elven guards who were keeping vigil, the others had been asleep for a long time, why was this elf still here?

Rogge's eyes turned silver in silence.

The elf put down the things in his hand, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw Rog behind him, and let out a low exclamation in fright.

Rogge looked at her carefully.

This elf girl is tall, taller than ordinary elves, and her face is very beautiful, which is quite outstanding among elves. However, Rogge was surrounded by a number of truly beautiful women among the elves, and this elven maid looked dull in comparison. Not to mention the stunning Wind Butterfly, Androni or Floya.

Rog's silver eyes carefully scanned her body.

It was not clear how this young elf girl's martial arts skills were, but her fighting spirit was only at the tenth level. Maybe it's good among elf girls of the same age, but it's definitely not related to genius. At that time, Adjani was not much older than her, and she had already become a twelfth-level guardian warrior.

Rogge was relieved. Even if she is completely defenseless, this defenseless elf girl will definitely not be able to kill herself. Speaking of poisoning, if the surname of the medicine is not so violent that it can poison a dragon, then Rogge should be a condiment.

The elf girl, bathed in the cold moonlight, stood and looked at Rog.

Looking at her clear eyes, Rogge's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"Eiffel. ”

"How do you know I'm going to take a shower at this time?"

"Lord Rogge will come out of the meditation room at about this time these nights, and then go to study magic after bathing. So I prepared for tonight. ”

"Huh?" Rogge became a little interested, "I really didn't expect you to be so caring." When did you transfer to the Temple of the Divine Messenger?"

"The day Lord Rog returns to the City of Oracles, I'll take care of your daily life. ”

Rogge frowned slightly, thinking, "Why don't I have an impression......"

"My lord is busy, and he is used to seeing Wind Butterfly and Miss Floya, so naturally he won't pay attention to us maids. ”

Rogge laughed. This elf girl seems to be very interesting, and she is calm and calm in the face of herself, as if she has known each other for a long time, and there is no blind obedience or respect for other elves to treat her. When talking about Wind Butterfly and Floya, it is also as if he is telling a completely unrelated matter, without jealousy, envy, or even teasing or shyness.

Rog suddenly wanted to tease the elf girl.

Rogge approached with a smile, looked at her clear eyes and said, "Eiffel, since you are so dedicated, would you like to ...... for a while?"

"Yes. ”

The girl's crisp answer surprised Rogge. He looked carefully into the elven girl's eyes, there was no hope, no ambition, nothing in them, only a piece of clarity.

Rogge laughed, picked up Effie horizontally, and strode into the bathroom.

When it was getting dark, Rogge finally walked out of the bathroom.

Eiffel's thin eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, her wet blonde hair was pressed against her forehead, a row of snow-white fine teeth were biting her lower lip, and her right hand grabbed Rogge's arm, and moved it out step by step.

Rogge looked at Eiffel, who was stubbornly asking him to walk, and said with bad intentions: "Let's have a good rest these days, hehe." ”

Eiffel shook her head and gritted her teeth, "No." ”

She let go of her hand, her body shook immediately, her little face turned pale, and she had to change her words: "...... Then rest for half a day. ”

Rogge finally couldn't help laughing, and the shadow that had been so long was swept away.

He finally couldn't hold back a laugh and said, "Eiffel, where is your room? I'll send you back." ”

Eiffel resolutely pushed Rogge's hand away and said, "I can go back." Now it's time for you to delve into your magic. ”

Eiffel's answer was much more than Rogge expected, and he watched as the elf girl moved to the door.

Before leaving, Eiffel suddenly turned around,

Deep, deep

Glanced at Rogge.

Those clear eyes seem to contain endless outpouring.

Rogge was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

And Eiffel has already left.

In the wasteland of the dead world, Gregory was spinning in circles on the ground in boredom.

It occasionally flapped its four thin wings, flew in the air for a short distance of more than ten meters, and then had to fall back to the ground. It's been a long time since the bone dragon has experienced what it's like to crawl on the ground on its four claws.

Its body is far from being completed, and even the short distance it can fly is also the result of perfecting its body by exerting all its talents and relying on its own strength. Only then did Gregory realize how difficult it was to improve his body, although Fengyue had already set up all the frameworks for it, which was like pointing out the direction of progress and all the precautions for Gregory. But even this little improvement was almost a breakthrough when the bone dragon was almost desperate.

Gregory had to admit that perhaps he wasn't always a genius in other ways than sycophancy.

The bone dragon raised its head to the sky and looked into the sky with all its might. In a high place beyond its reach, Fengyue still stood there quietly. Gregory knew he couldn't do anything but wait. Within a radius of dozens of kilometers, there was no breath of any undead creatures at all, from the most powerful Destruction Knight King to the lowest-grade skeletons, there was nothing.

The bone dragon could only wait alone and lonely.

The world of the dead is much deserted now, and after several catastrophes, there may not be one in ten undead creatures left.

Only the wind was still howling.

A strong wind struck, Fengyue's black hair suddenly fluttered with the wind, and the person was immediately blown away by the wind.

But then she steadied herself, her black hair plumped down again, and the golden doji and headless angel in her eyes lit up.

In the sea of consciousness, the golden lake water had completely condensed, and from time to time, a large cloud of golden mist would suddenly erupt and dissipate into the void.

Fengyue and Wella are still facing each other, but neither of them is doing anything anymore.

The power of the Divine Origin was endlessly extracted by the two of them, and now it is in a very dangerous state of instability. If we continue to fight, we will really be destroyed together.

Wella looked at Fengyue hatefully.

In the two battles in the Sea of Consciousness, Wella had an absolute advantage, but she couldn't break through the last line of defense on Fengyue's consciousness no matter what. Every time she saw those calm silver eyes, Wella couldn't help but feel uneasy in her heart.

But the Origin of God was already on the verge of destruction, and despite Werna's reluctance, she had to stop fighting. Naturally, Fengyue will not continue the battle.

The condensed golden water slowly melted away again, and no more golden mist erupted from the lake.

Fengyue and Wella, who were still embarrassed just now, also regained their composure.

Wella retrieved the memories of the Origin of God over and over again, trying to know why she couldn't break through the last of Fengyue's consciousness defenses no matter what.

Since she couldn't rely on battle to regain control of the Divine Origin, Wella decided to think of another way.

"Fengyue, when I destroyed the Abyss Dragon just now, did you see how I used gravity to control it?"

"Of course. Fengyue replied lightly.

Wella smiled and said, "So can you use gravity control like this now?"

Feng Yue frowned slightly, and replied, "Not at all." ”

"I can retrieve your memories with ease, and I can use all your attack techniques, but what about you, how much do you know about me? What is the storm of faith? What is spatial dissociation? What are my memories? What are the missions, essences, and characteristics of the Angel of Light?"

This time Fengyue didn't answer.

Wei Na didn't intend to wait for her to answer, and said to herself: "Fengyue, you just rely on instinct to grow, and the time to grow is too short. You don't know anything about the origin of God, and you don't know how to use it at all. You are also a blank slate for our shared memories and experiences. ”

"Getting to the point. ”

Wei Na suddenly asked, "Fengyue, if we don't rely on the same divine origin to exist, but each has its own body, even if we are equal in strength, how many times do you think it will take to defeat me?"

Feng Yue frowned, and replied coldly: "Er...... No, three. ”

Wei Na smiled proudly and said, "Fengyue, you are very honest. There is an irreparable gap in our understanding of combat. Then why can't I break down your last barrier of consciousness in these two battles?"

Fengyue waited quietly, knowing that Wella would definitely give her an answer.

"That's because you ......" Wella looked at Fengyue and said word by word:

"No emotion at all!"

The light in Fengyue's eyes suddenly jumped slightly. This slightest fluctuation has been caught in Weina's eyes, she is not ready to give Fengyue any respite, and continues:

"God's purpose in recreating the Angel of Light in addition to the existing angelic system is to be able to quickly adapt to the battle environment of different planes. We are the sword in God's hand. Not being affected by any emotion is a basic requirement as a powerful weapon. We have an instinct to choose the best way to fight in different situations, but emotions can not only affect our judgment, but also make our will waver. Although you will not inherit the abilities of the Divine Origin, you will also benefit from the fighting instinct of the Divine Origin. So you choose to fight to the end, not because you want to die together, but because you 'know' that I don't want to face destruction. I can't destroy your last will, and it's precisely because you have no feelings at all that your will is so strong!"

Feng Yue's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.

Wella's cold mental fluctuations echoed on the golden lake: "Fengyue, aren't you going to admit it?" For example, Luo Ge, who you would rather destroy than maintain, his heart is full of hope, his will is not firm enough, his mood fluctuations are very powerful, his strength is not as good as that of a lowest-level angel, and his cultivation is still those troublesome and useless magic in the demon world. What is there about such a person that you should protect at the cost of your own existence? In fact, the real answer lies in the origin of God, do you want me to tell you?"

Wei Na smiled faintly, and said without waiting for Feng Yue's answer: "That's because you 'should' protect him, not that you 'want' to protect him." From the moment you were born, Rogge, the successor of Rodriguez, was solidified into one of your instincts, and the most important one, even more than your own survival. And there is only one person who is capable of doing so, and that is Rodriguez!"

Feng Yue's body trembled slightly. After a long time, she sighed lightly and asked, "So, Wella, do you have feelings?"

"Yes. Wella hesitated for a moment and sighed before answering.

"Why?"

"Soon after I was created, I descended directly on that plane, in the body provided by the Pope. The advent is very dangerous. Although the new body is very perfect, it also has too strong and firm feelings, wills, and hopes. Before I could fully conquer my new body and empty it of all emotions, I ...... Met Rodriguez. He took advantage of me, no, it was the natural weakness of that body at the time that caused my will to waver a little, and thus took control of the Divine Source. Later, I was defeated and died, and you were created from it. Because I was still in an incomplete state when I was destroyed, I was supposed to be like you, completely emotionless, so I had a little feeling. ”

Wella smiled slightly bitterly and said, "Your comprehension of power is still very immature, but I have never been able to subdue you, and this is the difference between having emotions and not having emotions. In fact, you and I are one, and it can be said that we are two different faces of the angel of light. But you don't know anything about the origin of God, and you obviously have no way of knowing the memories that the source of God carries. Rogge, whom you are desperately guarding, is the heir of Rodriguez, and I think you should know what Rodriguez has done to us. ”

With a wave of Wella's hand, a large section of memory poured into the depths of Fengyue's consciousness like a continuous wave, washing her soul!

It was a swirling black gas, a groaning golden shrine, blood and slime flowing everywhere, purple skin, and Wella's cry that tore through the blood cloud!

All that remains in the end is the temple dome. The golden dome, the golden gold that symbolizes miracles and glory.

And then there's the endless darkness......

The silver light in Fengyue's eyes pulsed and faltered in the air.

In an instant, Wela almost broke through the speed and time limits and appeared in front of Fengyue.

It's just that her hand hasn't grabbed Fengyue's throat yet, and a dazzling white fist can't help but expand in front of her eyes......

Helplessly, Wella was smashed into the lake, stirring up a golden wave. She then rushed out of the lake with a slight embarrassment, the light in her eyes fluttering, obviously Feng Yue's sudden punch was definitely not light.

Fengyue calmly stood in the air, and the excitement and confusion just now had already been swept away.

"Wella, you do have feelings. Feng Yue said lightly: "But the body that came down is just a piece of clothing to you." If your clothes are dirty, just change them. Since you just said that I have no feelings, you still want to use this memory to shake me, is it possible?"

Fengyue suddenly smiled slightly, suddenly appeared in front of Wella, and punched it!

I don't know when this battle will end......

It's just Fengyue, you, are you really ruthless?

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