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A roar of pain resounded through the halls of darkness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and then there was a shrill sound of metal clashing and grinding, interspersed with bursts of soft women's laughter.

The cries of pain died down and were replaced by heavy, hard gasps. There was a slight tremor in the wheezing sounds, sounding like a leaky bellows.

The soft laughter rang out again, this time without the interference of the grinding of metal, and the laughter was much clearer. The laughter then turned into a cry of pain, but even a groan of pain had a faint temptation to seduce people in their voices.

The main hall was high and empty, and although a dozen huge magic torches stood in a circle on the ground in the center of the main hall, the jumping flames could not reach the top and edge of the main hall. Under the flickering firelight, the scrolls painted on the roof and walls of the temple about the miracles of the gods of the heavenly realm flickered and dimmed, and for a moment it seemed that the gods and angels painted in it had come back to life, staring at the center of the hall with hideous faces.

A thick smell of blood permeated the far-reaching hall.

In the center of the main hall, more than ten magic torches formed a circle, illuminating a steel platform in the center, on which lay a naked [***] man, with a steel nail through each of his hands and feet, and was nailed to the steel platform.

There was also a woman in full costume standing by the steel platform, her sleeves rolled up high, revealing her skin like snow. Her every movement seemed so gentle and elegant, no matter what she was doing.

"Art! this is real art!" the woman admired with emotion, staring at the man on the steel platform for a long time, and then she flipped her wrist and showed a small and delicate dagger, which slowly slashed down at the man's chest.

The man's chest had already been cut open, and the wound was a little white, and it looked like all the blood had drained, only some transparent liquid was still slowly oozing out. His sternum was severed, revealing the still slightly wriggling internal organs underneath.

His heart was still beating strongly.

And the dagger was slowly but surely piercing his heart!

The heart throbbed and writhed, trying to resist the dagger's cut. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she held the dagger in both hands, and almost the whole person fell above the man, and with all her strength, she finally cut the heart in half.

The man's whole body trembled, and he let out another roar of pain. He clenched his fists and slammed the steel platform hard. A strong force rushed from under the woman's feet, causing her to exclaim, and she fell to the ground with a heavy blow. After such a drastic action, the man's wrists rubbed against the steel nails, and the wound suddenly became much bigger.

The woman then stood up, straightened out her somewhat messy clothes, and said with a smile: "I really can't see it, you still have the strength to fight back in this situation, it seems that I have to nail you a few more nails." Rogge, you know that all resistance is futile, so why bother with that effort? I'll let you go today when I'm tired of playing. You're a very smart person, why do you have to do such stupid things all these days?"

It was Rog who was nailed to the steel platform, and he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the woman's near-perfect countenance, and snorted with all his might. It's just that his entire throat has been cut open at the moment, so he can only smack it dry.

The woman took several huge steel nails, and carefully discerned the patterns engraved on the steel nails by the light of the magic fire, and finally she chose a steel nail with a long coiled dragon, and a steel nail with the wings of seven angels, and took out a small hammer with purple electric light, and drove the huge steel nail half a meter long through Rogge's elbow one by one.

Her snow-white arms looked slender and delicate, and the little hammer she wielded was as delicate as a toy, but with each weak blow she struck, there was a loud bang, and the nails sank for several minutes in the harsh grinding of metal.

After the two steel nails were nailed, Rogge lay on his back on the steel platform, only the strength to breathe hard, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

A basin of milky white liquid with a strong breath of sacredness and life was poured on Rogge's body. The liquid had almost magical powers, and it was absorbed by Rog's wounds at an incredible speed, and then poured out clouds of mist that could not be dissolved, sealing his wounds. The flesh of Rog's wound began to wriggle, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and countless filaments were connected between the heart, which had been cut in two, and then slowly pulled together.

In the blink of an eye, Rogge's body was intact.

"What a perfect work of art!" the woman's crystal slender hands couldn't help but caress the fat man's body, and her eyes lit up amazingly, almost dream-like in admiration.

Rogge regained some anger and said intermittently to the woman: "Catherine, don't bother, kill me directly...... It would be simpler. ”

"Kill you, why kill you?" Catherine chuckled softly, her hand kept stroking Rogge's skin, and said, "After I kill you, it won't be long before you will be resurrected with the help of the soul in the Natal Magic Box! You see, although I don't know how to explore the secrets of your soul, and I don't know how to find out the location of the natal crate from the connection of the soul, but you see, I can deduce the existence of the natal crate from the structure of your ** alone, isn't it also very powerful?"

The more Catherine spoke, the deeper her voice became, the more hoarse it became. She slowly lay down on Rogge's body, looked into Rogge's eyes, and said slowly: "And your body is really a rare work of art! You know, every time you cut open your chest, that shudder in anticipation can make people crazy! You are truly a master of creation! But little Rogge, can you still be considered a human being if you transform your body like this?"

Rogge closed his eyes, ignoring all of her questions.

Catherine's breathing slowly became heavier, her fragrant breath brushed softly on Rogge's face, and the slender five fingers of her left hand touched Rogge's lips.

"If I know you have a Natal Box, how can I possibly give you a chance to use it? Your soul will forever be trapped in this **, suffering endless pain. Even if I kill you by mistake, I will have time to destroy your soul. So little Rogge, you better give up all hope!"

Rogge's eyes suddenly opened, and with a mouth, he quickly bit Catherine's slender five fingers like lightning, and the blue tendons on his forehead appeared, and he almost used all his strength to bite it down!

Catherine groaned, her eyes misty, as if she was enjoying it. Then she slowly pulled her left hand out of Rog's mouth.

Because he bit too hard, blood had begun to ooze from between Rog's teeth, but there were only a few shallow tooth marks on Catherine's tender hands!

Catherine laughed and said softly, "Did you see it? My body is protected by divine power, and you can't hurt me at all!"

Her right hand slowly roamed over Rogge's skin, gradually descending, and finally grasped the murder weapon that Rogge had always been proud of. Under the extremely agile movement of the slender five fingers, instinct has made it stand tall.

Rog's eyes closed again, as if he had fallen asleep. After being nailed to his hands and feet with six steel nails with powerful magical powers, he has completely lost control of his body, whether it is emotion, pain, or repairing his body, it is only his body's instinctive reaction.

Catherine suddenly lifted her gorgeous long skirt, and she was completely ** under her skirt! She rolled over and sat on top of Rogge, her eyes had become foggy, and a hysterical moan came out of her lips. At this moment, Catherine is completely different from the dignified beauty she used to hold, but has completely become a ** slave!

In the empty hall, the groans kept circling and rising, and at last, the groans had completely turned into hoarse shouts!

Catherine's whole body was trembling, her forehead was covered with sweat drops, and her eyes could no longer be opened. Happiness was like a tide, frantically and repeatedly washing over her nerves. Catherine groped with her right hand on the steel platform, and finally reached the dagger. So she screamed and finally climbed to the highest peak of happiness!

One after another bright lightning flashed, and every place where the lightning fell, a gorgeous blood-colored flower would bloom!

Rogge's face was still calm, his eyes closed. Just drops of sweat couldn't stop oozing from his forehead, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Catherine threw her head back and screamed hysterically, clenching the dagger in both hands, and thrust it heavily into Rogge's chest and abdomen! With each thrust, her body trembled involuntarily, and it seemed that the tide of pleasure had surged to a new height!

Where the dagger fell, the skin was already tattered, the sternum had been mashed, and even the organs that were not known to be human at first glance had been cut to pieces, and were still being cut into more fine pieces.

The dagger contains divine power, the steel nails are specially made, the steel platform is made for Rogge, and even the magic lamp is part of a large magic array. Here, every bit of pain that Rogge suffered on ** will be magnified a thousand times and finally transmitted to his soul.

And the pain doesn't cause numbness.

The waves of joy have finally subsided.

Catherine gasped, sweating profusely. Her eyes were full of tiredness and joy, and she gently stirred the paste of blood, flesh, broken bones, and internal organs on Rogge's chest with her hands.

"Little Rogge, you're not a good person, and don't tell me what you believe. Why did you refuse to surrender this time? You should know that the Entente is finished, and there is no power to stop the spread of the belief in the Supreme God. Why would you do something hopeless?"

Rog's eyes opened slightly, and only occasionally a silver flickered in his dull eyes. His gaze crossed Catherine's face and landed in the endless void.

Yes, the Entente has already been defeated.

Rogge, who has been struggling in endless pain, is always in a trance, and he can't even remember the time. But he knew that after the First World War, the complete defeat of the Allies was only a matter of time. Even if he escaped, no matter how much he struggled in the future, it would only delay the moment of despair a little.

Why don't you surrender? Rogge still vividly remembers what he had always said in his creed: If I can't fight you, then let me do it with you.

However, at the end of his gaze, in the deep darkness of nothingness, there was still a newly established kingdom, and in front of the expanding brilliance of the gods of the heavenly realm, there was still a graceful and dreamlike figure.

He knew that the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm was not forgiving, and in their endless radiance, there was no place for her.

Rog's face twitched, and he slowly looked at Catherine's amorous face. He took a hard breath, and then slowly opened his mouth, but his lips moved a few times, and the sound was so faint that Catherine couldn't make out what he was saying.

Catherine smiled, lowered her head, and put her ear to Rog's mouth, trying to catch the ethereal sound.

"you...... Damn ......"

At this moment, the city of Lille is in a state of joy. The miracle of the decisive battle has always been the overwhelming topic of discussion in the street taverns, and now everyone believes that in the face of the brilliance of the supreme god, all the heretics who have been tempted by the devil can only go on the road to destruction, and even the seemingly unstoppable army of the Asrofik Empire was completely wiped out in the great battle. Feuerbach, Alexander, Pompey, and Rogge, all of the evil names that resounded across the continent, all disappeared with this battle and turned into symbols in the history books.

Now the remnants of the Asrofik Empire have retreated to the north, and Emperor Dro is rumored to have sent secret envoys to try to find a surrender plan that is decent enough to preserve the royal power.

Although the Asrofik Empire still dominates the Northland, it is only a matter of time before the Radiant Alliance moves north to restore the faith of the Holy High God in the Northlands.

In recent days, the city of Lille has been filled with many of the most famous Knights of the Continent. Human-faced spiders, wolfs under the moon, lionhearts, lionfangs, and the Austro-Hungarian Legion of Blue Enchantresses have appeared. The rotation of these main forces proves everyone's judgment of the battle situation from the side. As a result, the cheerful atmosphere of Lille is even stronger.

At noon, the sound of roaring hooves carrying wind and thunder suddenly sounded in the city of Lille! On the road leading to the Grand Duke's Palace, several knights were rushing at full speed to the Grand Duke's Palace. If they couldn't see this scene, no one would believe that these few knights could actually bring out the sound of hooves like thunder!

Pedestrians on the streets avoided each other, and even some knights belonging to the legions of the Blue Enchantress and the Human-Faced Spider got out of the way, unwilling to argue with the visitors. They had already seen the armor and insignia of these knights, which were the marks of the Liontooth Legion. No one wants to provoke an opponent who wants to find someone desperately at any time. Although the Lion's Tooth Legion is no longer the Sin Legion that was only used as cannon fodder, under the leadership of Kate, most of the brave fighting methods of the year have been retained. Perhaps because of this, in terms of battlefield records, the Lion's Tooth Legion is at the top of the ranks.

These knights ran until the main gate of the Grand Duke's Mansion before turning over and dismounting, and the knights led by them immediately strode towards the palace. At the moment when he took a step, several knights guarding the gate of the Grand Duke's Mansion involuntarily took a few steps back. They had already recognized the person as Kate, the leader of the Liontooth Legion, but under the oppression of his invisible murderous aura, they were still terrified and unable to help themselves.

Kate paid no attention to the frightened guards, and just strode towards the Grand Duke's mansion.

At this moment, a modest freight wagon quietly drove into the mansion of Grand Prosecutor Franco. Several big men in the escort were dressed in civilian clothes, but all of them had a fierce look in their eyes, and their gestures were a little murderous. They carefully lifted a large rectangular object from the carriage and moved it to the side room.

After the things were put away, Franco, the chief prosecutor with a gloomy atmosphere, strode into the room, lifted the black cloth that covered the object, and then froze on the spot.

Under the black cloth, there was a piece of cold ice, which sealed the cold ice of a moment on the battlefield.

In the cold ice was a long war spear, and the body of the spear standing diagonally was covered by two men in different positions. One of them is a bauhinia butterfly with purple armor all over her body, and the other is a tall magical swordsman. The magic swordsman looked like he was trying to hold the Bauhinia Butterfly's wings underneath his body, and more than a dozen swords stuck in his back. These swords were blocked by his heavy armor and wide back, but his flesh and blood could not stop the fierce spear.

Judging by the style, this spear is a special weapon for the Templars.

There was no expression on Franco's solemn face, and he walked to the other side of the ice and looked at the expressions of the two of them in the moment before they died.

He was looking at her, and she was looking into the distance.

Franco stretched out his hand and gently stroked this piece of cold ice, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Go and tell Kate, just say I saw it." Right now...... Burn them. ”

With that, Franco turned and walked out of the room, never looking back.

As time passed, the space in which the Great Temple of Light was located became more and more dead.

The mountains are still green, the water is still clear, and the waterfalls that cascade down from the peaks are magnificent. There are also butterflies fluttering among the flowers and birds hovering in the sky, which together form a picture that is too beautiful to be faulty.

However, because they are so beautiful and too perfect, these scenery always make people feel like they are looking at a picture scroll. Painting, on the other hand, is lifeless.

The Great Temple of Light is still majestic, and the whole body exudes a strong holy glow. In the smoke and mist, dozens of angels floated in the air, slightly fluttering in the soft wind.

There was no expression on each of the angels' faces, not even their postures changed, and only the occasional flapping of their wings behind them showed that they were not lifeless dolls.

The duty of these angels is to guard important people in the Great Temple of Light. However, the radiance of the temple actually increased their abilities exponentially, allowing even these low-ranking angels who would not have had the possibility of having wings to have wings temporarily. From this point on, it is not known whether the angels guarded the temple or the temple guarded the angels.

At this time, the bell rang through the secret realm, and the two gates of the Great Temple of Light that were tens of meters high slowly opened, and out of the gates were the Pope and the Blood Angel Augustus.

The Pope's steps were difficult and slow, and he looked like he could fall to the ground at any moment. However, the angels in the sky all bowed to the Pope as a sign of respect.

The Pope slowly raised his head and looked up at the clear blue sky. In the Pope's dim eyes, there was no projection of an angel at all, and the secret realm where the Great Temple of Light was located could not leave a trace in his eyes. In these eyes, there is only a large flickering and flickering brilliance.

Augustus immediately humbly half-knelt behind the Pope and bowed his head. He had seen the eyes of the Pope, and knew that if those brilliant brilliances were slowed down by a million times, they would be the birth and death of countless planes.

The longer he followed the pope, the more Augustus felt that he could not see through this old man at all. The Blood Angel couldn't understand how the Pope could possess such unfathomable power in the body of a mortal race.

Quietly, several of the Blood Angel's long hair suddenly floated up, and then broke into several pieces.

Augustus stood up, drew his sword at his waist like lightning, and his wings were instantly unfolded! He looked up at the sky, looking for the terrible and unknown enemy.

However, he was greeted by countless broken limbs and broken wings! Those were angels' bodies and wings! At this short moment when Augustus raised his head, dozens of low-level angels guarding the Great Temple of Light were all killed in the air!

In the rain of blood, only the Pope stands, immovable as a mountain. The stumps of flesh that had been sprinkled on his head vanished as soon as they entered an invisible area around him.

The Pope stared at the woman in the air who was slowly falling and had a unique demeanor, sighed heavily, and then said slowly: "You, you really shouldn't have come out of the kingdom......"

Her black hair was messy, the light of her wings was gone, and there were even a few scars on her greasy neck that had not yet healed. There were still a few gaps in the huge blade of the Death Scythe, and golden blood was slowly dripping down the slender five fingers that held the scythe.

Only those silver pupils are still as calm as ever.

Feng Yue said lightly: "How can I not come?"

The Pope shook his head and sighed before he said slowly, "Since you are here, you should know the final outcome." The great Andreoli had foreseen your coming, so he did not return to the heavenly realm, but was waiting to see you in the Great Temple. ”

(To be continued)