The northern land is vigorous and rugged, and even Richelieu, which is known for its history and art, is still dominated by tall and majestic architecture. However, the City of Oracles, unknown to the world, has a delicacy and beauty that is by no means commensurate with the entire North.

In the middle of summer, the Elven Ancient Tree no longer needs to expend energy to regulate the temperature of the Oracle City, so the Elves use the excess energy to add a large number of war facilities. After all, the current tranquility of the Oracle City is only a façade, and who knows how many undercurrents there will be under the calm sea?

In the faint morning light, the city of oracles is like a beautiful woman standing on the blue flat lake and the green grass.

But this morning, the invisible wind blew not the admirer of this beauty, but the god of death who was ready to spread death.

Nicholas, with a solemn and strange countenance, had already arrived at the edge of the Oracle City, and under his feet it was like an additional staircase made of the wind, gradually rising higher and higher, and in this way, he walked step by step to the head of the Oracle City out of thin air.

His figure vibrated strangely slightly, just avoiding the gaze of all the elves. In fact, most of the roving elves subconsciously avoided the trajectory of his advance.

Crossing the city, Nicholas did not stop. He walked higher and higher, and walked towards the center of the City of Oracles as if no one was around.

After this period of spying, Nicholas has become convinced that the elves in the city must have something to do with Chrisferena's death. Now that the mysterious Theseus is no longer in the Elven City, this good time will not come again once it is lost. Therefore, he was no longer ready to explore the real role of the elves in this matter, and only wanted to slaughter the city.

As long as it has anything to do with Krisferena's death, he will destroy them one by one.

As Nicholas slowly walked through the air to the center of the Oracle City, he suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

In the square under the three ancient elven trees, a huge silver dragon was lying quietly there. She crouched freely, and the dragon's head stretched out in the direction of the small lake, as if she was looking at the blue water of the lake in a daze, and as if she was enjoying the cool summer breeze.

Chrissy ...... Ferena......" Nicholas moaned involuntarily, his body already shaky.

Nicholas had almost exhausted all his life's strength to stop himself from rushing over. He looked intently and saw that more than a dozen elves were busy around the huge body of the silver dragon, seemingly cleaning her body and scales. These elves are meticulous and conscientious, cleaning the scales one by one, without the slightest hint of urgency.

Nicholas stood silently in the air, letting time pass, rise and fall.

Chrisferena remained still, unmoving, as if in a deep sleep. In fact, she couldn't move. She's just a statue, a huge, lifelike statue that has taken the attention of an elven artist.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun also dimmed that the earnest elves finished cleaning up and went back happily.

Around the statue of the silver dragon, there are always some young elves gathering, who look at the beautiful and huge silver dragon in fascination, and listen to the stories and legends of the silver dragon told by the older elves over and over again.

As night fell, the beautiful city of oracles fell silent.

Nicholas slowly floated down in front of Chrisferena.

The statue of the silver dragon is a masterpiece of artwork. Her gaze seemed to move slowly with Nicholas, and it seemed to be mournful, like to pour, like joy. Nicholas was in a daze, almost thinking that Chrisfelena was coming back to life in front of him.

How long can he survive against many powerful enemies? Nicholas did not know the answer.

However, if the City of Oracles can survive in the river of history, then Chrisferena will be immortalized in the hearts of many elves.

He closed his eyes and reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to touch the statue of Chrisferena, but eventually ......

But in the end, Nicholas failed to muster up the courage. He would rather believe, rather believe that Chrissfelena is sleeping in the City of Oracles.

Although there is no end to this slumber.

A silver light shot up into the sky, accompanied by Nicholas's earth-shattering roar!

All the elven trees trembled in the roar, and the calm lake set off huge waves!

At this moment, all the sleeping elves were awakened, and they were in a daze, looking around the window blankly.

A few drops of water quietly fell from the sky, and the water droplets gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The elves suddenly had a glimmer of illusion, and they saw that in the shadow of the seven-colored light, Chrisferena seemed to be alive. She seemed to look up at the direction where the silver light was gone, reluctant to give up.

Two figures appeared at a window.

"He's finally gone...... "The voice of the Grim Reaper class was much older than before, and he suddenly felt like a teenager since Elsyllott stepped into the azure waters.

"Yes......" Theseus looked at the place where the silver light had disappeared, and there was no smug expression on his face.

"And what about this statue, it takes a lot of magic to maintain it, right?"

Xius was silent for a moment before he said slowly, "It's good to keep it like this." If it's all over and he survives, he'll have a place to stay. ”

Flame.

Flames raging everywhere!

This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire of bliss that contains great magical power, enough to bind all souls!

In the flames, countless souls were weeping, screaming, and struggling. They fled back and forth in despair in the flames, but they could not escape the flames no matter what.

As the flames gradually extinguished, these desperate souls were gradually dragged to the ground by the flames. Their pain is not diminished as the flame is extinguished.

In the midst of the raging flames, there was a stunning girl. Her gorgeous dress was torn in multiple places, revealing scratches and patches of bruising on her skin. Although she is still young, she is completely a peerless beauty.

Watching the soul in the flames struggle, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious and more and more charming. At last, she laughed wildly, her green eyes reflected the flames and countless suffering souls!

And then there was a whirlwind......

Floya woke up, her head still hurting terribly. Finally, she saw that it was Rogge in front of her, and he was still shaking himself.

"Dead fatty, you've finally come out! It's been a day and a night. ”

Rogge nodded, "It's okay, everything went well." The Frost Dagger was also found. ”

"Where?

Rogge smiled, "You can't see it yet." It was in Amoro's body, which was the most important part of the seal. You can't take it out now, and as soon as you take it out, Amoro will regain the ability to move. ”

Floya stood up and saw groups of soldiers digging through the passage under the command of the elven engineers.

"What are they doing?" the goblin was still a little confused.

"Amoro is quite large, and if he wants to move out, he must widen this passage a little. ”

"Dead fatty, you're not going to ambush it alone, are you?" you say, how much else are you hiding that you haven't told me?" the goblin twisted the flesh from Rog's waist fiercely.

"Ambush?" Rogge laughed, "I didn't ambush it." We just negotiated the terms. ”

More than a thousand surviving soldiers were half digging passages, half clearing exits. Half a day has passed, the passage has not been dug up, and the exit has been cleared first.

Rogge frowned and walked among the corpses strewn across the barracks.

Although the bodies had begun to decompose, the horrific marks of bites and scratches could still be seen on their bodies. The stench of corpses in the wind made Butterfly feel sick, but she still insisted on following Rogge.

"Where are the enemies......" As soon as she spoke, the stench of corpses in her face interrupted her words completely.

Rog bent down, ignoring the stench of dirt, and tore through the clothes of a corpse, looking through the rotting wounds. It took him a long time to stand up, and naturally and inevitably emitted a heavy stench of corpses from his body.

Rogge sighed, and said as he walked towards the outside of the barracks: "It is not ordinary beasts that hurt people, only druids can summon and control so many mutated beasts. It seems that it must be the druids who are preparing to ambush us outside the stone palace. As for him......"

Rogge frowned and said slowly, "He's dead." This time it wasn't ordinary druids, there was at least one elder among them. ”

Feng Die's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So...... What about the druids?"

"Maybe they're dead, maybe they're gone. Rogge's mind suddenly flashed Fengyue's right hand wrapped around light smoke, and said, "It should all be dead." ”

Wind Butterfly was silent, just following behind Rogge.

In a place like a military camp full of rotting corpses, the little goblins are resolutely not entered. She looked at Rogge, who was coming towards her, and immediately covered her nose and shouted, "Stay away from me!

Rogge smiled faintly, and walked towards Floya, black flames kept coming out of his body, and finally the demon flames burned his clothes clean, and the nasty corpse smell naturally disappeared.

The little goblin's face was slightly red, and he threw a robe to Rogge, who had only one silver dragon armor left.

Rogge's gaze slowly swept over the dilapidated stone palace and the surrounding gloomy forest, and his face became more and more gloomy. He wasn't sure if there were druids hiding in the forest. It's just that since Fengyue said that she would deal with the people outside, then there should be no more enemies in the surrounding area.

The druid's blows were very ruthless and effective, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Fengyue, who had not heard from him for a long time, then this stone palace would be the tomb of more than 3,000 people. Even if Rog himself could escape, the others would not be spared, and the Frost Dagger would fall into the hands of the druids.

"My lord, the captives are asking to leave, you see?" the officer's request pulled Rog's thoughts back.

Rog looked over and saw that the dozen or so druid warriors who had survived the catastrophe were gathering together, also looking at this side.

"You can't just let them go!" Wind Butterfly's cold voice made Rogge startled.

He looked back and saw Windbutterfly's eyes staring at the druid warrior with hatred, her hands gripping the saw tightly and trembling.

Rogge grabbed the wind butterfly who was about to rush out, and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill these druids!" said Wind Butterfly, gritting her teeth.

Rogge shouted: "They are just the lowest-ranking warriors, no matter how much you kill, it's useless!"

"But...... These druids killed him!" Wind Butterfly suddenly cried bitterly, crying hoarsely: "I have paid so much, I have given up my dignity, pride, purity, and hope, all to keep him alive......! Why is that!!"

Rog turned to the druids who were waiting for their fate to be decided, and shouted, "I promised to let you go free, and I will fulfill my promise! Go back and tell the druids in Cloudnight that I don't want to be their enemies, don't force me again! If they insist on going their own way, don't let you die again." Next time, I'm not so polite!

Wind Butterfly stopped crying, she stared at the back of the druid warrior, and said coldly to Rogge, "Are you really ready to reconcile with these druids? If so, then can you please break our contract and go to the city of clouds by myself!"

Rogge smiled faintly and said, "Reconciliation...... Is that possible? I just want the druids to discuss it and stall for a while, we're too passive at the moment. What's the point of killing these little soldiers, you have to slaughter a few of his elders to let the druid know the pain! Wind Butterfly, follow me wholeheartedly, one day, I will take you to the city of Yunxiao. ”

Wind Butterfly bit her lower lip lightly and nodded slowly.

It took another whole day for the passage in the stone palace to open high and wide enough, and Amoro's body was finally able to move out of the stone palace. But the dense forests around it are an even bigger obstacle. While directing his soldiers to quickly clear the way through the forest, Rogge sent people to rush to the Grand Duke of Doriac, asking him to increase his troops and monitor all the druids in the province.

Rog sent another team of elves to inform the Eye of Wisdom to send the Eye of Amoro to Dresden as soon as possible, where he would meet the people of the Eye of Wisdom.

He looked at Amoro's huge body and sneered imperceptibly.

Sea of Consciousness.

This time the battle was extraordinarily long, and Fengyue's tenacity made even Wella feel difficult to resist.

The origin of the gods had entered a very dangerous state, and the two of them had to stop. Unlike the calm expressions they had after the previous battles, this time they all looked very embarrassed, and the blonde and black hair in their eyes that were dull and vertical as a mirror were also messy. The two looked at each other for a while, and began to tidy up their appearance.

Feng Yuedai frowned slightly, staring at the busy Wella, she instinctively sensed that Wella was planning something. However, although Fengyue has control of the Origin of the Gods, her understanding of the Origin of the Gods is too little and too little, so she has no way of knowing Weina's thoughts, nor can she probe Weina's power and skills. It was only in the battle with Wella that Fengyue was able to observe and comprehend Wella's unfathomable fighting skills.

As soon as their battle stopped, the power of the Divine Origin began to recover bit by bit. Another invisible battle began. Every time the Divine Origin regains a little energy, Fengyue and Wella will compete at the same time. Fortunately, in terms of competing for the origin energy of the gods, Fengyue does not fall behind, and even has a slight upper hand because of the reason for having control. Even so, in the face of Wella's endless and ever-changing combat skills, Fengyue could only barely support it.

Fengyue was engrossed in competing for the energy of the origin of the gods, but Weina was constantly busy.

In the sea of consciousness, a great war has just subsided.

This battle was surprisingly long, and Wella was also surprised by Fengyue's tenacity this time, she gradually felt that Fengyue was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. It wasn't until the Origin of God fell into a state of collapse that the two had to stop and confront each other from afar.

This time the battle to the death was more intense than before, and they all looked a little embarrassed, whether it was blonde or black, it was not as smooth as a mirror.

The two girls glanced at each other and tidied up their appearance. In the Sea of Consciousness, their images were originally projections of consciousness, and the reason why they were embarrassed was because the origin of the gods was no longer stable after the fierce battle. But they are still able to regain the elegance and beauty of their appearance by adjusting their energy by themselves. Since Wella laughed at Fengyue's appearance after a battle, just like that colorful world, beauty has become another battlefield for them to fight.

As soon as their battle stopped, the energy of the God's Origin began to recover. An invisible battle for these new energies has erupted again. In terms of competing for energy, it is only on this that Fengyue does not fall behind. Even because she has control of the Origin of God, she has a slight upper hand. But in the face of Wella's endless and unpredictable fighting art, Fengyue is only able to support it every time. But Wella couldn't subdue Fengyue, and with her fighting instincts from the Angel of Light, she couldn't explain why Fengyue had such an indestructible will.

Wella even doubted that if this situation continued, there would come a day when she would be able to truly subdue Fengyue in the battle in the Sea of Consciousness.

Fengyue's eyes slowly closed, and she began to compete wholeheartedly for the energy of the origin of the gods.

"Why take it so seriously?" Weina chuckled, "You want the Divine Origin Energy so much...... Then I'll give you a little more!"

Feng Yue's eyes opened slightly, glanced at Wella coldly, and closed them again. No matter how much Weina provoked next, Fengyue ignored it completely.

Wella is not as solemn as Fengyue at all, she is absorbing the origin of the gods, and at the same time teasing Fengyue, she is still busy and busy.

Her hands gracefully changed in the air with countless complex gestures, and between her hands there was a cloud of golden light that was changing. With each gesture she weaved, hundreds of tiny golden symbols erupted from the cloud of light and slowly flew into the endless void.

Under the shadow of the golden clouds, Wella is like a god of creation, sowing clusters of stars.

Fengyue vaguely sensed that Wella seemed to be planning something, but she could only tell from Wella's golden symbols that she was reading the memories of the Origin of the Gods, and nothing else. Ever since that day Wella went to rescue Rogge and banish the druids, she had become mysterious. From time to time, if intentionally or unintentionally, I will reveal a little pride to Fengyue. Fengyue didn't know if Wella had really discovered something, or if she was playing tricks.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Feng Yuesuo didn't think about it anymore. This dream-like and beautiful little man has an indescribable attachment, she just can't help but absorb the energy of the Divine Origin and remember the fighting skills that Weina once used. Fengyue firmly believes that as long as she completely defeats Wella in the battle of the Sea of Consciousness, then everything she planned will lose its meaning.

Kara is a medium-sized city in Leighton and the city with the largest number of Wise Eye cultists in the territory.

It was only in the middle of the night that the excited city of Kara slowly calmed down. Today, the Wise Eye's Virgen Mora once again came to the god-blessed city of Kara and personally blessed nearly 10,000 devotees and prayed to the goddess on their behalf. Every believer of the Eye of Wisdom knows that being able to attend a religious service presided over by St. Mora is an indescribably profound experience.

What is Faith?

Believers may not be able to explain it, but they can say with certainty that having faith is a blessing and that having faith is incomparably moving.

In Kara City, the Temple of the Wisdom Eye is already quite large, although it still cannot be compared with the temples of the great religions such as the Silver Holy Cult and the Cloud Night City in the metropolis, but in terms of its magnificent momentum, huge building complex, and the vastness of the area, this temple is the most magnificent building in Kara City.

In the prayer room at the back of the temple, the white-robed Saint Mora was kneeling alone in front of the altar, silently praying to the eternal magical flame on the altar.

Her abilities had grown significantly over the years, but presiding over a ritual of today's magnitude had drained all of her strength. Despite being exhausted and dying, she insisted on performing her daily evening prayers. For Mora, faith in the goddess Audrech is now everything to her.

Before you know it, the entire prayer room is quietly shrouded in a mysterious golden light.

By the time Mora realized it, a dazzling mystical light had gilded almost everything in the prayer room. An indescribable aura of majesty crept down on the prayer room.

Mora's blonde hair fluttered slowly, and she involuntarily stood up, staring at the magical flames that had completely turned golden on the altar. Mora felt her heart almost stop beating. In front of this golden light like substance, she felt so lowly, so small, so insignificant.

It was already a supreme honor to be able to stand so close to the golden flames.

Barely resisting the urge to faint, Mora slowly fell to her knees, reaching out her arms to the golden flames, begging for an oracle.

As if in response to her piety, the golden flames jumped, and lines of words appeared in the flames!

Mora gazed at the words in the flames, inscribed them in the deepest part of her soul.

A slight sound of footsteps sounded in Mora's ears, and she suddenly knew that the rapid footsteps came from hundreds of meters away, and she had not yet stepped into the temple door. And Mora knew that the owner of the footsteps was Elder Culmon.

"Is this a new ability that the goddess has rewarded me with for my faith?" Mora thought.

When Elder Kalmon stepped into the prayer room, the golden light that filled the room had already dissipated, but the remnants of the coercion that looked down on the earthly beings were still there, and it shook Kalmon's soul deeply!

"Miss Mora...... Goddess, has it just arrived?" Calmon's voice trembled, he had experienced the advent of the goddess several times, and almost every time he lost the ability to move or even speak under the pressure of the goddess.

Mora still stared at the dancing magic flames before she said slowly, "Yes." The divine power of the goddess is stronger than ever. ”

At this time, the divine power of Audrech in the prayer room had slowly dissipated, and Carmon acted as usual, and he said carefully: "Miss Mora, Lord Rogge has just sent a secret letter. He has found Amour's body and wants you to send the Eye of Amoros to Dresden, where he will meet our men. ”

Mora's body shuddered slightly, but Kalmon, with his head down, didn't notice this.

"Miss Mora, though...... Although Lord Rog was favored by the goddess and donated a large amount of money to the church, he was not a believer in the Eye of Wisdom. Moreover, the Eye of Amoura is the artifact by which we created the Eye of Wisdom, so can we really send him just a letter......?

Mora sighed faintly, and said lightly, "I will personally send the Eye of Amoro to Dresden." ”

"But," Elder Kalmon said in surprise, "if you leave, who will preside over the two cult development ceremonies scheduled for the next week?"

At this moment, Mora had regained her usual divine nobility and said calmly, "Cancel it." ”

"But......" Calmon was about to say something, but was interrupted by Mora: "Elder Calmon, you go and arrange my trip, I will leave overnight." ”

Carmont nodded in agreement.

As Mora walked out, she suddenly stopped as she passed Elder Kalmont and said softly, "To be able to give everything to the Goddess is the highest honor for a believer. ”

Kalmon looked at Mora's back, a little puzzled in his heart.

At the same time, in a distant place, there were also believers praying to the gods.

The same temple, the same place to serve the gods, but the grandeur of this mysterious temple has surpassed any other temple on the continent, not even the Great Temple of Light of the Church of Light.

There was no illuminated magical flame in the temple, but a soft silver light from nowhere shone on everything in the temple. Everything in the temple is unusually tall, and the three entrances and exits are twenty meters high each. However, in this huge hall with a height of 50 meters and a length and width of nearly 400 meters, all the huge facilities are insignificant.

In front of the huge altar, there was a pious figure crawling. It rises and sets, the moon is bright and the moon is dusk, and it doesn't know how long it has been creeping.

The figure looked very weak, trembling all the time, as if it might fall at any moment, but it still persisted, persisting and waiting for God's instructions to it.

The door to the temple opened silently. A tall figure slowly walked into the temple. All conversations in this temple are conducted in spiritual communication, so no matter how many worshippers are present, there is always silence in the temple.

It silently looked at the figure in front of the temple, sighed longly, and said, "Give up, my child." You asked, and God showed you the way. Your present actions are an affront to God's supreme dignity, and it will never come to fruition. As God's appointed prophet, you should know these things better than I do. ”

After a long time, the creeping figure replied, its voice with an unconcealed weakness: "I know. But I could not believe, let alone accept, the fate revealed in the oracle. I'm not reconciled, I need an answer!"

"We have strength and wisdom, but our strength and wisdom are not enough to free us from the river of fate. God is omnipotent, and His gaze is beyond our comprehension. Fate does not change. Give up, my child, so that you can keep God's favor!"

"I will never give up!" The prostrate figure replied firmly: "If God cannot change fate, then I will change it myself! Even if every tributary of the river of fate points to the same end, I would rather be bruised and washed by the river to the end!

The soft silver light in the hall suddenly brightened brightly, dazzlingly bright.

The silver light grew brighter and brighter, and then the entire hall began to shake!

"My child, God has come again at your call. But...... If you give up now, maybe it's too late!"

"I'm not going to give up!"

The temple shook suddenly, and the huge altar collapsed with a bang! A silent, but soul-shaking roar suddenly came from the dazzling silver light!

Then everything fell silent, the silver light faded, and the huge temple was plunged into complete darkness like never before. After a few moments, four clusters of amber light slowly lit up, the light that emanated from their eyes.

"God is angry, and He has withdrawn His protection from us. My child, you know what that means!" the elder's voice became stern, but it also contained infinite pain.

The creeping figure stood up and said firmly, "I know." I will pay for my sins. From now on, I renounce my faith and prepare to suffer the wrath of God. Find a new prophet for God!"

It walked towards the gate of the temple.

"My child, the oracle has revealed what path you are going to take! At the end of the road is pain, perdition, and destruction! Endless flames will burn your soul for all eternity!"

"I know. It walked out of the temple firmly.

I don't know how long it took for a long sigh to be heard in the temple: "Is this the pain of the prophets......

Rogge is happy now.

He is not without troubles and pains, in fact, he may have more troubles and pains than the vast majority of human beings, and more than the vast majority of living beings. It's just that he treats pain in a very positive way. To be able to pass on the pain of others, the fat man never hesitates. If you really can't pass it on, then start to solve it. If it can't be solved temporarily, then work hard to improve its strength and wait for it to be solved later. In the fat man's heart, power, wealth, and personal strength are all part of the power. Absolute power can solve most of the troubles, this is the creed of the fat man.

He suddenly found that he had gradually become a little like Fengyue.

As for those troubles that cannot be solved even if they have great power......

"To hell with them, then!" thought the fat man happily. All in all, depression because of pain was too much of a luxury, and he would rather struggle and vent than be depressed.

Now every time something is done smoothly, the fat man is very happy. Sometimes, he even couldn't help but want to be grateful, but found that he couldn't find the object of gratitude, so the fat man with a strange face immediately attributed everything to his own wisdom and martial arts.

At this moment, looking at the eyes of Amoro that exuded a faint halo in front of him, Rogge was even more happy.

The huge Eye of Amoro was half a meter long and pale cyan, with blood-red eyes in the middle, and a deep, black, narrow beast-like pupil in the center.

Rog reached out and gently touched the Eye of Amoro, feeling the slippery, cold sensation coming from his fingertips, and the strange energy seeping into his skin.

"Lord Rog, if you come into contact with the Eye of Amoros for too long, it will cause damage to your body. "Mora is soft and authentic.

Rogge smiled and said, "It's okay, Amoro's power won't hurt me now." ”

Mora asked, "I heard that you have found Amoro's body, but I have not sensed its breath. ”

Rogge laughed, "Of course you can't feel it. I've shipped it to the City of Oracles. ”

"And what are you going to do with the Eye of Amoro?"

Rogge hesitated. He suddenly remembered Odrech, and his heart beat wildly a few times, and he said the truth: "I will also get this thing back to the City of Oracles, and then, resurrect Amoro." ”

"But," said Mora, "make a deal with Amoro...... You have to be careful! It may repent. ”

Rog smiled and said, "Mora, you have changed a lot! Amoro was the first god you served, and now you actually say so." ”

Mora smiled softly. At this moment, Rogge suddenly had some illusions, and felt that the whole room suddenly lit up, and the light was so soft, Mora's melodious voice became erratic, as if it came from the sky: "I now believe in the only goddess Odrech." Amoro is just a false god, and its true identity is a demon. ”

She walked towards Rog. The white robe fluttered slightly with a swaying gait, revealing a contemplative curve from time to time. Mora's stature and appearance are rare. Perhaps because of the long service to the goddess Audreych, she gradually became a mixture of holiness and rebellion. Every step of Mora seemed to stir up an invisible ripple, unconsciously penetrating Rogge's defense. Rog suddenly remembered the night he first met Mora, and remembered her **, blood-stained body.

She stood behind Rogge and pressed him into her chair before she said, "I have changed a lot! You must be too busy and tired to pay attention to these little things." I have a way to ease your fatigue. ”

As she spoke, without Rogge's objection, she had already covered Rogge's forehead with a pair of slender hands, and her ten fingers gently swept over his forehead, cheeks, and neck, and then, she reached into Rogge's neckline and gently pressed his pectorals.

Subtle lines of cold energy seeped into Rogge's skin from her fingertips. Rog was very surprised by Mora's sudden intimacy, but since he came from a great beauty like Mora, the fat man would only welcome this intimacy. The cold energy coming from Mora's fingertips was very comfortable, and it would inevitably trigger bursts of heat in his body, allowing him to relax completely. Rogge's spirit also became a little sluggish, he didn't want to think too much, he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

He relaxed completely, leaned back, and leaned against Mora. Mora smiled lightly, not evading. Beneath her thin robe, Rogge could feel the soft boneless body and soft watery skin.

Rogge suddenly pressed the slender hands that did not live in his robe, and pulled hard, Mora exclaimed, and involuntarily leaned down and fell on Rogge's shoulder.

Rog was so hot that he took Mora's little face and kissed her on the lips. Mora struggled, but where was she Rog's brute force opponent?

The fat man stretched out his hand, and Suo took Mora's entire body, put him on his lap, and reached under her robe with one hand.

Mora's body tensed instantly, and then relaxed. She opened her mouth slightly, letting Rogge explore the fragrance inside, and then bit down heavily on the unbridled tongue. The fat man couldn't help but let out a low cry, and although Mora's mouth didn't bite his tongue, it still hurt.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mora jerked Rog away and escaped from his clutches.

Rogge looked at Mora, who was panicked and couldn't stop retreating, and the flames in his body became even more intense. He couldn't help frowning and said, "You're seducing me!"

"I didn't!" Mora flatly denied, but she seemed to stumble over something as she retreated. With a snort, her thin robe tore abruptly, revealing a long, impeccably white leg.

At this moment, it seemed that something suddenly exploded in Rogge's mind!

He smiled, stared at Mora's long bare legs, and said slowly, "This game is very interesting, I like it! You can run, I'll see where you can escape! You can also call, but no one will help you." ”

Mora exclaimed in a low voice and retracted her legs, trying to cover her long bare legs with her torn robes, but a pair of snow-white calves and bare feet could not cover them.

In Rogge's eyes, this scene actually increased the temptation. He began to approach Mora step by step, and Mora was like a helpless little woman, her pale blue eyes staring at Rog in fear, and she couldn't help but move back.

In those pale blue eyes, there was actually only provocation.

Rogge's thinking was already slow. As far as the instinct of the fat man is concerned, there has always been only one solution to the provocation of the weak, and that is repression.

By this time, Mora had no way to retreat, and was desperately shrinking into the corner, but her pale blue eyes were still defiant. Rog slowly crouched down in front of Mora, who was almost huddled in a ball, and in her exclamations of near-despair, reached out and grabbed one of her soft, delicate feet......

The world of the dead.

The surface of the lake in the Sea of Consciousness rippled, and the ripples expanded rapidly, turning into huge waves in the blink of an eye. The whole Golden Lake seems to be boiling!

Fengyue's silver eyes slowly opened and asked, "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Wella asked, "Do you want to know what Advent is?"

Feng Yue's right fist was raised, and a layer of silver light was already shrouded in her slender little hand: "Wella, no matter what you are doing, stop immediately!"

Wella smiled and said, "The origin of the gods hasn't recovered yet, do you want to do it now?" Well, since you want to know so much, then I won't hide it from you." Shouldn't you be concerned about those coordinates?"

Feng Yue snorted lightly, closed her eyes slightly, opened them again, and said coldly, "What did you do to Mora?"

Wella ignored Fengyue's question, and just said, "No matter what I did, it's too late for you to stop it now." There's still time, so I'll give you an explanation of what Advent is. For the Celestial Realm, the effects of Advent are much more powerful than reincarnation, but they are also much more dangerous. Before the angel comes, he must first choose a body that is strong enough to withstand the powerful energy generated at the time of his arrival, and this body must be able to exert the power that the angel should have in the future. Once the body has been chosen, the angel will restore himself to the most original energy state of the heavenly realm, and then enter the new body and expel the original soul of the new body. For those low-level angels, because their power is lost too quickly, they can maintain their original state for a very short time. The process of expelling or destroying the soul of the new body is also very difficult, and it also consumes a lot of energy, especially when the soul of the new body is strong-willed. Therefore, most of the low-level angels who tried to descend in the early days died out due to the exhaustion of their strength during the advent process, and the few who succeeded could not completely expel the soul of the original owner, and the new body became a cage of hope that imprisoned them. ......”

Before Wella could finish speaking, Fengyue had already punched her head-on.

Wella's smile suddenly disappeared, and her voice was cold to the bone: "Fengyue, you don't have a chance!"

Her hands danced at a high speed that transcended time and space, and one spell after another with indescribable power flew towards Fengyue.

Wella's cold voice echoed in the sky above the crazy roaring golden lake: "Time and space are broken, chaotic division, time and space order, soul binding!" By the last sentence, she pointed at Fengyue in the air!

Feng Yue suddenly found that he couldn't move, and his body had turned into a near-transparent phantom. She was well aware that the space in the sea of consciousness had undergone unimaginable changes at this moment, and that her soul was in a mysterious, uncontrollable state.

"Fengyue, you can't resist this time, can you?" said Wella. She flew in front of Fengyue and gently stroked the mirror-like black hair with her hand.

Feng Yue just said calmly: "Yes, I'll see how long you can support it." ”

"It won't take long, just a while. ”

Feng Yue said coldly: "I'll wait." ”

Wella's image fluttered and blurred, apparently exhausted all her strength in order to cast the horrific spell she had just cast.

But she didn't care, just caressed Fengyue's face and said softly, "Let's continue to talk about coming." Because of the restrictions and dangers of the coming, the newborn advent angels are very weak. Later, in order to thoroughly explore the limitations and dangers of the Coming, the Lord God appointed the newly created me to descend into that world. The advent was dangerous, but with the Angel of Light's fighting instinct and sheer strength, I was able to handle it all with ease. At that time, my new body was perfect, but my will was also extremely strong. Just before I completely destroyed that soul, I met Rodriguez. ”

Wella chuckled and said, "Otherwise...... Hmph!"

"You don't have much time left. Fengyue reminded her coldly.

Wella smiled mysteriously and said, "I'm not afraid, what are you anxious about? Do you think that although I have temporarily imprisoned you, I can't do anything about you? But after a while, you will have feelings." ”

Mora's robes had been torn to tatters by Rogge, revealing vast swaths of dazzling white skin. But the fat man deliberately did not tear Mora's robe completely, so that the flickering nudity would stimulate his nerves even more.

Mora gasped sharply, writhing and struggling desperately under Rog, blocking his hands that did all the evil, and constantly arguing with Rog, sometimes begging for mercy and sometimes threatening.

In Rogge's eyes, these are temptations, naked temptations!

Mora was like a big fish that didn't let her go, and he had to fight it with all his strength to keep her from escaping.

The game has been going on long enough. Rog suddenly held Mora's writhing waist firmly and slowly pressed it up! Mora struggled and dodged frantically, but the room for movement was too small to stop his forceful invasion.

Her face changed, and then she frowned, and she screamed in pain, ten nails digging deep into Rog's skin......

Sea of Consciousness.

The surface of the lake, which could not stop boiling, suddenly smoothed like a mirror......

Immediately after that, a huge column of water rose into the sky, completely submerging Fengyue! Wella retreated, and was able to avoid this column of water.

An irresistible pain swept through Fengyue's soul, but there was an indescribable feeling in this pain. It felt as thin as spring rain, but it couldn't resist, quietly eroding into every corner of her soul. Feng Yue only felt that her strength was inexplicably draining, and it was all beyond her comprehension. Fengyue finally panicked, and there was a strange feeling creeping in her heart.

Feng Yue let out a sigh, and countless thin bands of light appeared around her body. These bands of light flickered on and off under her constant impact, and from time to time a light would explode into a rain of light. In the blink of an eye, Fengyue's right hand had broken through the shackles of the light net!

The waves receded, and the lake returned to calm. However, Wella appeared above Fengyue, she stretched out her hand and pressed it, the light net regained stability, and Fengyue's body was slowly pressed into the golden lake. Outside the light network, Fengyue's right hand wanted to grab Weina's hand, but even this distance of a few minutes seemed to be impossible to reach.

The lake is calm, but there is an undercurrent underneath the surface.

Bursts of strange sensations couldn't help but wash away Fengyue's soul with the undercurrent of the Dao. Now the pain contained in the undercurrent has been alleviated a lot, but the sourness, swelling pain, and itchiness, accompanied by the resoluteness of dedication, doubt and remorse, and vague satisfaction, are surging, and she can hardly resist it.

Wella smiled weakly and said, "Now do you know why I am giving you an explanation of the coming? I have connected the origin of the gods with Mora's soul, and now below this is the deepest consciousness of Mora's soul. Everything she feels now, you will feel it as it is, in a sense, although she is not you, you are her. This is the initial stage of the Advent. ”

"Original...... That's right!" Fengyue thought in a daze.

A huge wave suddenly rose into the air without warning!Feng Yue couldn't help but tremble, her resistance strength immediately weakened a little, and the imprisoned light net stabilized, and once again disappeared into the air.

The waves drowned Wella too. But when the waves receded, she saw that Wella's whole body was covered with a faint light cover, blocking the lake from the outside.

Then, one after another, huge waves surged up in a very rhythmic manner, like a never-ending tide. In the waves and undercurrents that hit each other, Fengyue endured it bitterly, but Wella, who was protected by the light mask, was safe and sound.

Fengyue's black hair in the lake water had already drifted away, her small mouth was slightly open, the silver light in her eyes fluctuated violently, and her body exuded an astonishing high heat. From time to time, a large cloud of golden mist erupts from the lake!

A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Weina's mouth, and she said, "Fengyue, you better give up resistance! This is a precious opportunity to experience the experience of coming in advance! If we can find a suitable body, we can completely get rid of the shackles of this abandoned land and return to that world." ”

She smiled and said, "Although you want to put me to sleep forever, we are born from the same origin after all, and as long as you obey me in the future, I will not destroy you." Moreover, I will also trigger the Light Angel Fighting Instinct in you, and then you will be able to use my abilities. For example, I now use the term 'Angel of Light'. This is a near-perfect ability to defend the country! When you have experienced this 'coming', you will have feelings, and your will will will no longer be indestructible. At that time, it will not be difficult for me to erase your existence. You can't fight me, Fengyue, give up. ”

Mora was already sweating profusely, but her eyes were still staring straight into Rog's eyes. In that gaze, in addition to provocation, it is still provocation.

Rogge snorted, with the special ability of this demonic beast body, he still didn't believe that he would be able to clean up this mora who made people grit their teeth with hatred. He began to condense his spiritual power in his lower body, and the murder weapon that ravaged Mora was slowly getting bigger.

Mora's face changed suddenly, and she couldn't help but grab Rogge and exclaimed, "What...... How so!"

Rogge smiled and said, "Do you know now that you regret it?"

The golden water swelled wildly, and Wella smiled triumphantly.

Underwater, Fengyue's struggle gradually weakened, and the slender fingers of her right hand were still trying to stretch forward, but it was impossible to touch Weina's hand an inch away. The silver glint in her eyes began to fade, and her small mouth opened slightly, as if to say something to Wella.

Wella leaned forward slightly and smiled, "Are you willing to hand over the origin of the gods?"

Fengyue's mouth suddenly opened, and a small pale black ball of light flew out like lightning, hitting Wella's guardian light mask! This black ball of light seemed to have vitality, and the faint ink color instantly stained the entire guardian light mask. Before Wella could react, the entire Guardian Light Mask suddenly disappeared!

"Erosion!, how could you use this ......," Wella exclaimed, and before she could finish, a great wave drowned out the words behind her.

The power of this wave was extremely huge, and Wella's body immediately sank slightly!

"You too...... Come down!" Feng Yue's eyes were full of silver, and her right hand grabbed Weina's throat like lightning, dragging her into the lake......

Mora, who had just been unruly, had lost all her arrogance at the moment, and was begging bitterly. Rogge, on the other hand, was so spirited that he ignored Mora's pleas and only kept conquering and ravaging.

Rogge's mind suddenly flickered, and in his eyes, Mora's beautiful figure became blurred, as if there were three overlapping images.

He shook his head, and the illusion vanished again.

"The natural charm is so powerful that it can make me hallucinate. The fat man thought, and the force increased a little more.

In the golden lake, Weina and Fengyue are both weak and weak, but they are still struggling to fight. Wella tried to rush out of the lake several times, but she couldn't get rid of Fengyue's right hand that held her throat, and she was pulled back underwater.

Undercurrents come and go, and their spirits and wills are also fluctuating.

"Wella...... Untie ...... Let's go up together!" Fengyue's stern words were intermittent, sounding like he was begging for something.

"Fengyue ......" Wella's tone also became very strange, "You...... You're protecting him...... Yes...... You can even ignore your own destruction......"

A powerful undercurrent interrupted Wella's words. They all couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"Me too...... In order not to fall into an endless slumber again, I, Wella, Odrech of the Celestial Realm, am willing to endure everything!!"

Wei Na suddenly reached out and grabbed Fengyue's throat, and led her straight to the deepest part of the Golden Lake......

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