readx;? Book of the Seven Days, Redemption on the Sixth Day (6)

Rogge and Hughes discussed for a long time, but they couldn't figure out who had such a wonderful ability to destroy the source of faith hidden in the deepest secrets of space. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The method of theseus is completely different from that of this mysterious figure. If the source of faith is compared to a grassland that can nourish all things, then Xiusi uses his body and soul to construct a channel to drain and suck all the water and nutrients from the grassland, and eventually deplete the entire grassland. And that mysterious figure is spreading the plague on the grassland, although the rate of expansion of the plague is not very fast, but this plague is extremely ruthless, where no grass grows, as long as time passes, the entire grassland will become a place of death, and there will be no life again.

The two foxes, one old and one young, discussed and discussed, and at this moment, a series of footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a crisp voice followed: "Elder Hus, who are you talking to? Why can't I feel that there is someone around you!"

As she spoke, Effel rushed down from the second floor like a gust of wind. Her pale blonde hair was slightly curled, most of her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and her forehead was sideburns, and a few strands of wit were scattered, adding a little more maturity to this clear elf. Eiffel was dressed in crystalline armor, carrying a crystal bow carved with the statues of twelve elf kings in her hand, and in the other hand she was holding a large pile of fragments of magic materials, and she didn't know how she could hold so many such broken magic materials in her hands.

Eiffel turned around the corner of the stairs, stopped her momentum, and opened her mouth wide. For a while, he just stood in place. With a bang, the magic materials and crystal bow slipped out of her slender hand and fell to the ground, but she didn't realize it, just stared at Rogge blankly.

Rogge was also surprised, and like Eiffel, he didn't sense the presence of anyone on the second floor at all. This is simply an incredible thing for the current Rogge.

There was silence in the hall.

Hughes stood up quietly. Silently flashed out of the building. But as soon as he took two steps out, Eiffel blew hard behind him like a hurricane, and slammed into Rogge!

Before he could scream, a strong force came from behind and blew him out of the broken door. Behind Hughes were countless fragments of furniture, tables and chairs. Immediately after that, the whole building shook, the outer walls were loose, the vines were broken, and even the thick pillars began to crack, which was like a catastrophe.

Hughes had just stood on his feet, smiling wryly and trying to say something, when he heard a soft buzz, and the crystal light flashed in front of him. The crystal bow in Eiffel's hand grazed past him like lightning, sinking deep into a boulder.

The roar kept pouring out of the small building, and the small building kept shaking, like a sapling moaning in a storm.

There was another roar, and Xiao Lou suddenly stopped strangely, and in the blink of an eye. It had scattered into countless tiny fragments and fell one after another, crushing Eiffel and Rog as they fought.

The original small building was exquisite, but it has become a ruin, a completely static ruin.

The elves of the valley went their own way, continuing to methodically carry out the hopeless magical ritual, completely oblivious to the earth-shattering battle in a corner of the valley.

Silently, a breeze blew from the small building. The breeze swirled into a terrifying tornado, carrying countless fragments into the sky. This tornado was very different from ordinary tornadoes, and it was a thousand times more violent. However, its delicate and gentle place. It's also very unimaginable.

Eiffel stood on a green meadow, just staring at the sky. There was still a slight flush on her cheeks that had been tinged with passion. The stray hair was also wet with sweat and clinged tightly to the curvaceous forehead.

The grass where she stood was green, and there was not a trace of debris, and there was no sign that a small two-story building had ever existed here.

"He's gone?" asked Hughes, who appeared behind Eiffel at some point.

"yes, he's always had so much to do, even now. Eiffel said, with a hint of melancholy and grief in her watery voice.

Hughes looked at Eiffel's back, sighed, and said, "He can't help himself now, and the time for him to do something is running out." ”

Eiffel snorted, and with a casual move, the crystal bow flew out of the boulder on its own and returned to her hand. She gently stroked the Earth Crystal Bow made by her own hands, and after a moment she said, "Elder Xius, you are just about to sacrifice yourself to destroy the source of faith in this plane, this is not quite your style!"

Xiusi laughed and said, "This is very simple! In fact, my old man has a body outside his body, and there are countless clones, although he is not as many as Syllo who can claim to be the lord of billions, but there are always more than a hundred and ten doppelgangers. What's the big deal about destroying the source of faith in this plane and consuming at most one of my old man's doppelgangers? Hehe, even that kid from Rogge knows that he's desperately trying to find a way to leave a few more back roads for himself, how can my old man do such a stupid thing of sacrificing himself and taking care of the whole plane?"

"Really?" Eiffel glanced at Hughes and suddenly said, "Isn't there only one teacup left for your tea set now?"

Hughes didn't answer, just coughed twice, and then made an excuse and hurried away.

At all times, troubles and pains seem to be the right of a few wise men, and the vast majority of people go about their daily lives mechanically and repetitively. Day after day, year after year, all they care about is a small area around them and how their lives should continue tomorrow. They also have pain and trouble, and worry about things that are very important to them, but these things, however important they may seem at the moment, can become ridiculous when viewed from the perspective of the whole plane.

So the wise are not happy, sometimes they are compassionate, sometimes they are cynical, they try to make the world come to their senses, but most of the time. They will only be mistaken for madness. In the eyes of these worldly people, the immediate interests of the individual are far more important and tangible than the ethereal things such as the survival of the plane.

Rogge can also be said to be a wise man. He strolled through the streets of Lille, looking blankly at the crowd of people who hurried by. The city of Lille was full of excitement and enthusiasm, and most of the talk of nobles and commoners was about the Civil War. In their opinion, the greatest war in a thousand years was nearing its end, since the Grand Duke himself had led a large army into the Asrofik Empire. Then this overlord of the northern land is already doomed. In addition, the Droz Empire has been defeated and surrendered, so only the Austro-Hungarian Empire is left among the three major empires in the world. But now even an ordinary civilian knows it. The Austro-Hungarian Empire was defeated by Alexander in the Great War, and almost all of its main forces were annihilated, and there was no comparison with the Duchy in the middle of the day.

At this moment, there is only one overlord on the continent, the great Duchy of Bavaria!

The nobility of the duchy was concerned with the titles, power, and wealth of the new vast territory, while the commoners were immersed in the arrogance characteristic of the people of the victorious nation, and talked about the affairs of other nations with disdain. and unrealistically fantasized about how much wealth the inhabitants of the enslaving war territory would bring them.

In Rogge's eyes, these people are like pigs whose heads have been set on a pyre, and they are about to be turned into someone else's meal, but they still talk about how delicious the food will be tomorrow.

Suddenly, a trace of pity rose from his heart, but then it melted away like a wisp of smoke. Rogge's heart was as indifferent as ice.

He doesn't care about the lives of all beings in the world, and that's what sets him apart from the wise. So there are no such troubles as the wise men.

Like an ordinary man, Rogge walked leisurely through the city of Lille, and in a blink of an eye he came to the Grand Duke's Palace. Unlike in the past, today's Grand Duke's Mansion was deserted, with its doors closed and only a few listless soldiers standing in front of it.

Rogge walked forward with his hands in his hands. In a single step, he had already appeared in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

The Grand Duke's mansion was quiet, some dust had accumulated everywhere, and under the eaves in the corner of the wall, there were even a few cobwebs, apparently empty for more than a day.

Rogge looked around at the Grand Duke's Mansion. Something must have happened here that made the decision of the Grand Duke of Bavaria to abandon the Grand Duke's Palace.

Vaguely, Rogge had already guessed something that had happened here. Now, once in a while, his eyes can see not only the future, but also the past. He walked towards the inner room. In Catherine's study. There was a familiar taste to him.

Her study was exactly as Rogge remembered, extremely neat. All the books and documents are well organized. On the large purple sandalwood desk, stacks of documents waiting to be processed. In one corner of the table, there is an inkstand, on which is a quill decorated with gold patterns. In the center of the desk, there is an open document, and at the bottom of the document, there is a half-written review.

Words are like people.

The review was written in the Goethetic script, which was common to the aristocracy, and there was great power in the perfection, and Rogge knew at a glance that this was Catherine's handwriting.

It looked as if the owner of the study had just left in a hurry. It's just that dust has accumulated on the floor and desk, and the ink in the inkwell has completely dried up.

Time in the study seems to be frozen at a moment a few days ago.

Rogge stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the study and finally landing on the floor in the center of the room. There, lying quietly, a dagger. The dagger was dull and covered in rust, as if it had been baptized over the years.

Rog walked over, leaned over and picked up the dagger, gently stroking the blade, which had been corroded by rust and somewhat floppy. He knew that just a few days ago the dagger was still as bright as the one in the hand of Xius.

Although the soul blade is not very famous, it is an artifact with very unique functions. There are two soul blades, and they are exactly the same in every way, which is another of its magic. With Rogge's ability today, he naturally knows that only miracles can make two things that are completely identical. The soul blade has the strange effect of absorbing and bursting souls, and it was originally a supreme weapon used to deal with undead creatures, but in the hands of Xiuth and Catherine, it naturally exerts a different effect.

At this moment, the soul blade in Rogge's hand has been completely destroyed.

He closed his eyes and attentively comprehended the bits and pieces of information coming from the soul blade, and gradually, intermittent images were generated in his mind.

After a long time, Rogge sighed deeply and opened his eyes. His hand was empty, and his soul blade had turned into countless particles, dissipating in the breeze that passed through the hall.

He turned and walked outside.

Not only the study, but the entire Grand Duke's Mansion was filled with unbearable gloom and loneliness, even if his heart was hard and cold, he didn't want to stay here longer.

With every step he took, Rogge had bits and pieces about Catherine in his mind. Almost all the memories associated with her are full of blood, hatred, intrigue, and cruelty. For Catherine, Rogge neglected at first, and after Androni's death, the fat man hated this woman who did everything in his heart. But even after he betrayed his past and converted to Dismatson, he still couldn't help this woman.

She killed her sister with her own hands, as well as Androni and Rogge's children. But she also gave birth to a child for Rogge, although the fat man was never able to meet him.

She is perfect and ruthless, wise and decisive. The fat man thought that he had already learned quite well about her, but he didn't expect that at this last moment, she would be so strong.

Because of what? pride?

Rogge suddenly realized that he had never really understood her all along. Originally, as a comparable opponent, he should know her very, very well.

Rogge smiled wryly, perhaps because of this, he had never been able to truly defeat her.

With a slight sigh, his figure gradually blurred and disappeared from the Grand Duke's mansion.

Dangdang!

Rogge hesitated for a moment before knocking on the dark oak door in front of him.

"Come in. Behind the door came the Pope's feeble voice, which sounded like a bellows that had been in use for decades, full of leaking air.

Rogge pushed open the oak door and entered the Pope's prayer room, then frowned slightly.

The Pope's prayer room, as ever, smelled of time, and everything seemed fragile, as if a little wind could have turned them into powder.

The only difference in the room was that there was one more person, someone Rog didn't want to see.

Archduke of Bavaria, Reinhardt.

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