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Rogge sat at the top of the hall and stared at the bloody sunset in the distance. The faint sound of prayer echoes through the mountains, adding a touch of mystery to this beautiful scene.

As the sun slowly sets over the mountains, the church's evening prayers come to an end. Rogge stood up, a faint cloud of black gas erupted from his mouth, and a faint golden glow began to appear on his face.

Looking at the sanctuary as they walked out of the prayer hall, Rogge smiled slightly, he even began to like these guys a little. After all, the power of their prayers made him feel very, very comfortable. For the first time in his life, the fat man experienced this feeling.

Morning and evening prayers are a must for every church member, and the content of prayers is the same and has not changed for hundreds of years. It's nothing more than something like singing the praises of the splendor of the Most High God. But a few days ago, the fat man brought back a thick stack of hymns, replacing all the morning and evening prayers. In the first half of the Churches, the Church sings the praises of the glorious Dismasson, and the content of the praise varies from day to day.

And in the second half, it is a praise of the fat man, and it must be pious!

The Templars were accustomed to Rogge's inexplicable orders. The rigor of the Templars led them to sing the praises of Rogge with all their heart and soul.

After the morning prayer, the fat man was as if he had changed to a different person, and he was full of energy. It's just that when he walked down to the top of the hall and walked towards the teleportation hall, the brilliance on his body had already disappeared cleanly. At this moment, he looks like an ordinary fat man with no power at all.

The fat man stood alone in the teleportation hall, waiting quietly. There are more than a dozen small doors in the main hall, and behind most of the portals, there is a teleportation circle that leads to a certain cathedral. He didn't have to wait long before one of the small doors was opened, and the expressionless Starry Sky Sword Saint Prosis slowly walked out from behind the door.

Rog took a few steps forward, saluted Prosis, and said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Prosis, you are willing to come, this is the splendor of the entire Templar!"

Prosis looked at Rogge, smiled rarely, and said, "The church of light has a lot of talents, and there will always be four or five opponents who can match me. Well, your magic is so strong, it's no wonder you're able to become the Master of the Templar at this age. ”

Prosis looked at Rogge, and finally his gaze fell on the blue starry sky on the fat man's waist, and his face darkened slightly.

Rogge took Prosis's expression in his eyes, but only smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Pross, you are Anne's teacher. This time, I invite you to visit the greatest secret of the Great Temple of Light, the Temple of the Angels of Purgatory. Hopefully, it will be able to take you one step further in your understanding of power. ”

Hearing the words of the Purgatory Angel Temple, Prosis's face, which seemed to be completely devoid of joy and anger, couldn't help but be moved.

The Temple of the Angels of Purgatory was as dark and deep as ever, and the space was filled with unknown strange powers. This power is invisible, but it seems to have a direct effect on the soul. Walking in the main hall, every time the footsteps break the silence, it will provoke a terrible shout, which echoes in the main hall.

Prosis had completely undisguised the surprise on his face, and from the moment he entered the main hall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make a sound from his falling steps. But he didn't have time to delve into the secrets, because the first statue of the Angel of Purgatory was already in his sight!

In front of every temple and every statue, Prosis would stand for a long time as if he had lost his soul. It wasn't until Rogge urged that he reluctantly walked to the next hall.

Rogge was very patient, and while walking through the halls with Prosis, he asked casually, "Anne has always respected you very much during her lifetime, and obviously, you also liked her very much, otherwise you would not have left her the starry sky." ”

Prosis nodded, most of his mind still resting on the statue in front of him, and replied for a long time, "She is the most talented of all my disciples. I've always treated her like my daughter. ”

Rog stood beside Prosis and accompanied him to look at the statue of the Angel of Purgatory, and after a while, he said slowly: "Now that the pattern of the great war has been decided, the war in the mortal world has long become insignificant. I've heard that the Grand Duke and his army have captured Osinia, and that the next step is to march into the Asrofik Empire. Well, it looks like the Grand Duke won't be able to come back in a few months......"

Prosis frowned, and finally left the statue of the Angel of Purgatory and looked at Rog. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Rogge's soul and find out what was really going on in his heart. Rog stood with a smile as if he didn't feel the murderous intent in Prosis' gaze.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and Prosis finally said, "Lord Rogge, your magic power is directly comparable to that of Master Hierro and Lhasa, and I have heard that your relationship with Anne is extraordinary. So this sharp blade of revenge should not be raised by me. ”

Rogge smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Prosis, a person like me who converted to the Church after being captured must be aware of the special surname of his identity. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are secretly watching my every move! So as soon as the blade in my hand was raised, a strong hand must have pressed me down. ”

Prosis stared at Rogge for a while, then refocused his gaze on the statue of the Angel of Purgatory, and said lightly: "There are some enemies that cannot be provoked, and she is one of them. She's not as simple as it seems, and there are many secrets in her that you don't know. ”

Rogge was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "But I'll still provoke her." For Anne's sake, can you tell me when the Grand Duke's Mansion is not under your protection?"

"Anytime. ”

The fat man nodded and said nothing more.

The two walked slowly, but eventually came to the final twin halls.

Prosis looked up at the floating statue with a stunned expression on his face. He noticed that the statue was different from the statue in the main hall in front of it. There was a faint, but extremely majestic aura of arrogance in the statue. Prosis only felt that this faint aura seemed to have a thousand pressures in an instant, and for a moment, he had the urge to retreat and avoid it!

The Starry Sky Sword Master clenched his fists slightly, and faintly star chips began to float out around his body, which resisted this invisible coercion.

Prosis suddenly sighed, and the stars around him were full of stars, and he slowly walked towards the statue.

Although he couldn't see it, he could already feel that there was a surging terrifying force under the statue. This power rose endlessly, with the purest and most intense divine aura, but it was pervasive, and even the soul of Prosis felt a burning pain. It felt like a raging flame of great power.

Prosis was both frightened and rejoiced. This power is powerful and pure, and the mystery is endless, which just complements the fighting spirit of the starry sky. As long as he can unlock the mystery of this flame-like power, then his Starry Sky Fighting Qi will enter a whole new realm!

With each step forward, Prosis felt the pressure on him, and the power was so domineering that it forcibly ablated the star chips around him!

At this moment, Rogge's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Dear Mr. Procis, this is what I want you to watch, the Holy Flame of the Heavenly Realm!"

Prosis was slightly startled in his heart, and suddenly found that the space around him had completely turned into a deep night sky, and countless brilliant stars were slowly fluttering around him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that these stars were not formed by his Starry Sky Dou Qi, in fact, the defense formed by his Starry Sky Dou Qi had disappeared without a trace!

At the moment when the Starry Sky Sword Saint's power was completely lost, there was a sharp pain in his buttocks, and then a strong force came. Prosis finally lost his reserve, let out a scream, and involuntarily fell into the raging celestial flames!

At the moment when the sharp pain came from his body, Prosis finally saw the true form of the Heavenly Flame clearly.

It was a beautiful, mysterious, powerful, and arrogant flame.

Then the whole world dimmed, and the extremely hot Heavenly Flame had melted his fragile eyes in an instant.

In the midst of darkness and pain, Rogge's cold voice clearly reached his ears: "There are indeed some enemies that you cannot provoke, and I am one of them. ”

Like a monster that had awakened, the Celestial Flame roared and swallowed its delicious prey in an instant, and then fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction.

Looking at the Heavenly Flame that had descended a lot, Rogge also smiled with satisfaction. In his hand, the sapphire with endless stars was quietly exuding a charming brilliance.

The fat man thought about it, swallowed the sapphire in one gulp, and wanted to leave. But he took two steps, and suddenly stopped again. He looked up at the statue for a long time before he sighed heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and his face finally showed a relaxed look.

He jumped up suddenly, walked strangely in the deep space, and in an instant he had already pounced in front of the statue, grabbed her, and then kissed her heavily on the cold lips!

As soon as the fat man struck a blow, he immediately flew away, and suddenly flashed out of the Twin Palaces. He laughed triumphantly and boomed, all the way away.

In the dark twin halls, the statue's face was as cold as ever, but the corners of its mouth were slightly curved, as if there was a faint smile.

In the holy and solemn temple of light, the fat man hummed a little song all the way, as if he was not on the ground, and walked lightly towards the Pope's prayer hall.

Augustus was standing outside the door of the prayer hall, waiting for Rogge. Seeing the fat man's appearance so frivolous, the blood angel's majestic eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said with some displeasure: "Lord Rogge, now that you are the master of the Holy Temple, it seems that you should pay attention to some etiquette in this holy place. ”

Rogge smiled and said, "It's okay! Anyway, I don't know if I'm dead or alive for a while, and it's still finished." Alas, I say, Lord Augustus, don't keep a straight face all day! No expression doesn't necessarily mean majesty! But then again, your wings feel really good!"

After saying that, the fat man patted Augustus on the shoulder very affectionately and strode into the Pope's prayer room.

Augustus's face turned pale, and he stood for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and followed the fat man into the prayer room.

When the Pope saw the two of them enter, he slowly closed the Bright Canon in his hand, walked to the bookshelf weakly, and struggled to put the thick canon back in place. Such a simple action also made the old Pope breathe for a long time.

When the respite had subsided, the Pope stretched out his hand, dipped a little perfume in the chalice beside the reading table, sprinkled it in front of him, and murmured: "In the glorious name of the Lord, those who believe in the Lord will be able to pass through without hindrance." ”

In the blink of an eye, a small magical storm gathered in the prayer room, and then the space cracked, and a flickering spatial door appeared in the prayer room.

Through the space door, it can be vaguely seen that behind the door is a gorgeous space storm.

Such a simple and straightforward space gate is actually equivalent to a death trap. Even if it was a powerhouse in the Sacred Domain, if he went straight through the space storm like this, he would be torn to shreds immediately. Both Augustus and Fat Man are no strangers to space storms, so this space gate is nothing to them. It's just that the fragile Pope actually took the first step, stepped into the space door in one step, and disappeared into the space storm in the blink of an eye!

Rogge was slightly stunned, but seeing Augustus stepping into the spatial door as usual, he no longer hesitated, and followed into the spatial door.

Following the marks of the spatial storm that shone with holy light, Rogge pierced through the other end of the spatial door in the blink of an eye.

It was a strange hall, the ground and the walls were translucent, and through them, there was an incomparably profound darkness.

There is no heaven, there is no earth.

The fat man raised his head and looked down, and all he saw was a vast expanse that he didn't know how far-reaching.

In the center of the main hall, there is a small circular altar with a holy fire lit on the altar. The flame was flickering, not bright. But in the darkness of this boundless realm, the main hall is like an island, and this flame is the only lighthouse on the sea of darkness.

Rogge looked around, and in front of this indescribably huge space, he finally had awe.

The Pope slowly walked to the altar, slowly closed his eyes, and began to wait for a long time. On this isolated island in the Sea of Darkness, time seems to have stood still. But the Pope, with his infinite patience, just stood still and waited. Even though it seemed like he was shaking incessantly, he could fall at any moment.

But I don't know how much time has passed, and the Pope is dangling, but it just doesn't fall. On the contrary, Rogge, who had been watching him shake, felt a wave of dizziness and had to look away.

Finally, a faint thunderclap sounded between heaven and earth, and then an unimaginably huge electric light pierced through the entire sea of darkness!

This electric light, connected to the endless sky, does not know where it came from, and descends to the vast abyss, and I don't know where it ends.

After the lightning, an invisible coercion quietly enveloped the sea of darkness.

Augustus's face changed, and the huge difference in rank made him completely lose control of his body, and he fell to his knees with a thud. With a bang, he spread his wings behind his back and greeted the upcoming superior with the most humble attitude.

Rogge's face was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly. He fell to his knees with Augustus almost at the same time, except that the fat man looked much more embarrassed than the blood angel.

The Pope snorted sullenly, straightened his robe, and knelt down slowly, meticulously doing every movement.

The flame on the altar grew higher and brighter. In the blazing flames, many tall and majestic figures can be faintly seen.

Then a loud chant resounded through the sea of darkness, and the light of the heavenly realm spread to every corner of the space! In the chant and light, two rows of battle angels with both strength and beauty burst out. They held all kinds of strange weapons in their hands, and the armor on their bodies burned with a faint holy flame.

After the Battle Angel stepped out of the Holy Flame, he floated back to both sides in an absolutely synchronized motion, and then knelt down to meet the incoming noble being.

After the absolute silence, the chant sounded again, but this time it was very soft. There was a shining figure to the beat of the chant, her long golden hair fluttering slowly like a rising flame, and the two pairs of wings proudly waving behind her and a pair of golden wings of light showed that she was noble enough to overlook all beings!

The Pope knelt on the ground and said slowly, "Welcome, glorious thirteenth angel of wisdom, Lord Victoria." ”

Before the Pope, Victoria said in a soft, melodious voice that could not be disobeyed: "Although this plane is small, the brilliance of the Lord God is always difficult to spread. In the name of the great Setanystoria, I, Victoria, this trip will bring light to every corner of the plane. ”

"As you wish, Radiant Lord Victoria. The Pope replied slowly.

Victoria nodded, and she flicked her fingers, a few bits of light falling from her fingertips on the Pope's body in appreciation.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "The glorious thirteenth wise angel, beautiful Lord Victoria, Lord Andreoli has left you a gift for you, and asked me to pass it on to you." ”

The sound was so abrupt that it even disrupted the beat of the chant. In an instant, a hundred battle angels turned their heads in unison, staring at the fat man who suddenly spoke.

And he was so impudent that he stood upright in front of Victoria!

(To be continued)