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The middle line of Chapter 4, Yanjing Richelieu, suddenly entered a delicate period of equilibrium, the tension that had been triggered by the previous draw of the sword and the crossbow eased, and the apparent harmony between the major forces was restored. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The turmoil caused by the wars of religion was abruptly overturned by the fact that St. Mora was a servant of the goddesses of both religions. Not long ago, the Eye of Wisdom and the Silver Holy Sect were fighting to the death, and at this moment they were as close as flesh-and-blood siblings. In the past, in the religious wars, the believers who had fought for life and death suddenly discovered that their former enemies were actually brothers who shared the same faith, and they were extremely confused for a while. Fortunately, their hatred immediately had a new cathartic direction, and all resentment found a scapegoat.

There is a saying that quietly circulates among the believers that the goddess of the Eye of Wisdom, Audreyhe, is actually the real goddess of ice and snow, but during the sleep of the goddess of ice and snow, the Holy Religion was controlled by a group of scheming guys led by Rockefeller and Hima. They pretended to collect wealth and power in the name of the goddess, and when they found that the goddess began to wake up, in order to protect the benefits they had gained, they even took risks and tried to usurp the divine power of the goddess.

Of course, everyone has seen the fate of the blasphemers.

The bodies of Rockefeller and Hima, among others, were delivered into the hands of fanatical believers. Although the act of desecrating the corpse is not honorable, as long as it is beneficial to alleviate the conflict between the two believers, Rogge will not hesitate to do it. Of course, this move also provoked a strong backlash among some ice mages and high-ranking clergy of the Holy Sect. Mora's attitude towards these two types of people is very different. In dealing with the ice and snow mage, she spent a lot of effort to charm and inspire, and for the clergy, she was either derogatory or tonal, and even some reacted violently, directly accusing the blasphemer of being a fellow party and punishing all kinds of cruel religious punishments.

The goddess of ice and snow is not a goddess of tolerance. This can be reflected in the religious punishments of the Silver Holy Cult, which severely deal a double blow to heresy from ** to spirit, and can even be called cruel and bloodthirsty, no worse than the newly established Inquisition of Rogge. Many of these clergy, who now groan under religious punishment, have also contributed to the intensification of religious punishment.

Backed by the frequent miracles of the Ice Goddess, Mora's ruthless iron fist quickly purged the opposition within the Silver Cult. This holy and noble servant of God did not allow even a single or half dissenting voice within the church, and encouraged whistleblowing and denunciation among believers. Anyone who criticizes her actions in the slightest way is likely to be labelled a heretic and subjected to brutal religious persecution. All of a sudden, the phenomenon of brothers turning against each other and fathers and sons becoming enemies in the Silver Holy Sect came and went, and it could almost be said that everyone was in danger.

In the mutual suspicion, the trust and friendship between the originally monolithic members of the Holy Religion disappeared.

Perhaps only a handful of people in this plane have enough strength or luck to get a glimpse of the kingdom of God. However, those who have brains do not need to be able to see the kingdom of God clearly, and they can deduce the true outcome of the religious wars and the meaning behind this outcome just from the change in Mora's identity.

With the wars of religion subsided, the political strife seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Pompey left Yanjing early and returned to the southeastern front, launching a new offensive against the enemy in the front. Alexander soon returned to the West to reorganize the Ice Army. All of a sudden, the political attacks on Rogge and Straw all stopped.

Rogge and Straw were already on the defensive, and the other party's move gave them a rare respite, so naturally there would be no more trouble. In addition, Straw still has a big problem with the abyssal rift, and Rogge is also lacking in skills, so he needs to concentrate on stabilizing the newly arrived Silver Holy Sect, and at the same time, it is also a top priority to quickly improve his personal strength.

The success of the god-killing did open a window to another world for Rogge. In addition to the grand ambition to defeat the goddess Odrech, the urging of Wella and the bet with Andronie, there is also a new motivation in Rogge's heart. That's an instinct for danger.

The Emperor took a deferred attitude towards the wars of religion, and it seemed that his entire mind was now on the southeast. As the king of the Asrofik Empire, the powerful, wealthy, and beautiful people are no longer in the eyes of Feuerbach the Great, and he is now interested in immortality, and the other is to leave a name in the history books.

Therefore, under the edict after edict, the huge Asrofik Empire was like a behemoth that had just woken up, opened its misty eyes, began to move its huge body, and sniffed the breath of the prey around it. This time, the Great Emperor's determination was even stronger than the Dark Forest Crusade back then. Almost all of the Empire's most elite legions had received mobilization orders and began to concentrate on Yanjing and the Southeastern Front from all over the country, while groups of local troops or reserves rushed to fill their gaps were already on their way.

Considering the long supply lines, this time the empire is only ready to dispatch the most elite 200,000 troops, led by the emperor himself, vowing to attack the west cliff of the Longines Sea in one fell swoop!

The process of mobilization, change of defense, and mobilization of troops involving the entire empire is very long, and it is estimated that the combat units and logistics are all in place, and the emperor will be able to go on the expedition, at least in the spring of the next year.

In a peaceful atmosphere, there are actually countless undercurrents surging, just like the seemingly calm reef sea.

Under the deep blue night, the brightly lit Richelieu shines like a brilliant pearl dotted on the grassland.

Among the stars, three barely visible figures were standing high in the sky, looking at the pearl on the grassland. A faint black mist kept pouring out of them, absorbing the light around them to hide their figures.

These three people are none other than the Three Kings of the Dead World who had to leave the Central Mountains again. In their eyes, which danced with the flames of death, Richelieu's brilliant lights were filtered and replaced by a little firefly that marked the breath of life. Among the living beings, some fireflies are surprisingly bright.

But these powerful fireflies did not worry the Three Kings. What really scared them was the existence that should be extremely bright, but hidden in the ordinary fireflies.

For the three kings who have been accustomed to the monotonous and repetitive life of the dead world for thousands of years, the various experiences in this plane are like a thousand years.

The three kings looked at Richelieu in the distance, and then turned to the north.

The endless ice ocean in the far north is now the territory of the former king and the current ice and snow goddess Fengyue. Out of caution about the unknown world, the first place that the Three Kings thought of and felt that they could settle down with peace of mind was the floating city of Fengyue.

Their newly built castle of the dead in the central mountains has been destroyed. The kings could not forget the day when the shackled Constantine came on the Holy Flame and asked the kings to hand over the Demon Lotus.

In front of the castle of the dead, facing three kings, Konstantin was fearless. And the one who is inferior in momentum is the Death King, they have no way of knowing the relationship between Constantine and Fengyue, but the relationship between the two must be close, otherwise, Constantine would never know that a piece of Demon Lotus Armor Leaf was lost in the hands of the kings.

Once again, the Black Warrior Emperor refused to give the Demon Lotus to Constantine.

Konstantin's face was hesitant and struggling, and then resolute. He actually opened the shackles of faith himself at the beginning of the war!

And then there is a thrilling battle!

The devotion of the Holy to death, the Cardinal to the Immortal King, the pious faith in the Most High God, the pride and stubbornness of the world that originates from the dead.

The clash of two powerful forces sent a terrifying wave through the swamp of death, and the castle of the dead collapsed in a storm of power. Constantine is like the god of war in the heavenly realm, he used the holy flame as a spear, with faith as an eye, in the name of the supreme god, according to the courage of sacrifice, brazenly inflicted a heavy blow on the black warrior emperor, and snatched the demon lotus from him in one fell swoop. Afterwards, Konstantin, who was not lightly injured, fearlessly confronted the Bone Emperor and Elgra, who were blocking his way.

The kings thought of Fengyue, and they really didn't want to kill Konstantin, and the strength of this cardinal's divine skill was far beyond the expectations of the three kings. When Konstantin chanted the spell, a vision suddenly appeared in the air, and countless angel images loomed, sitting or standing, empty-handed or holding weapons, as if they could tear through the space barrier at any time and break through the sky!

For thousands of years, the Bone Emperor and Elgra, who had lived under the Celestial Hunter Hunter's Flame Chariot, had long been secretly vigilant in the face of such a vision. They don't know much about this world, but when they are in the dead world, in addition to patrolling the heavenly realm, there are often other powerful angels descending from the heavenly realm.

This is the real reason why kings have chosen to live for thousands of years.

Victory over the Celestial Patrol is not out of the question, and even the next victory over the Advent Angel is not hopeless. But who knows how many mighty gods and how many angels are behind the glorious gates of the heavenly realm, and how many angels are flying high to carry the wings of glory?

In the face of Konstantin, who fought to the death, the kings finally chose to retreat. The Bone Emperor and Elgra protected the Black Knight Emperor from the nearly dry swamp of death, while Konstantin dragged his tattered body to the City of Oracles.

Because of this piece of demon lotus armor leaves, the Black Warrior Emperor didn't know how much trouble he had caused for the kings. But he never opened his mouth to explain, and neither the Bone Emperor nor Elgra asked each other. This is not only out of mutual respect between kings, but also from the trust of the soul.

This plane is too vast and too complex. The kings only felt that danger lurked everywhere, and powerful beings emerged one after another. After leaving the Central Mountains, they deliberated, and they were at a loss as to what to do next. Therefore, under a wordless tacit understanding, the three kings flew all the way to the north.

However, this new complex and turbulent life finally activates the souls of the kings, which are already covered with the dust of time. Even the Bone Emperor, who had existed for the longest time, rekindled the fire of battle in his heart. Although they have started to go into exile again, the world in their eyes and souls is completely different.

"I didn't expect it, I still have to find Fengyue!" Elgra finally broke the silence. If you go further north, you will soon enter the realm of Fengyue. At this moment, there is no need to hide it anymore.

"yes, it feels...... It's always a bit difficult. The Black Warrior Emperor also spoke.

"We have lived a long time in restraint and caution, and now that the dead world no longer exists, it is time to abandon some of the frameworks that constrained our actions and thoughts. The Bone Emperor said slowly.

A moment later, the three kings continued to fly north, their figures streaked across the thousands of miles of ice fields, and finally entered the territory of Fengyue.

On one side is the demon, and on the other is the goddess.

What would it be like to stand in between?

Rogge's eyes were full of illusions at this moment, the two colors of dark red and bright green were constantly alternating, and he only felt that his blood veins were expanding for no reason, and it seemed that he would burst into countless pieces in the next moment. The fat man retracted his mind, his spiritual power expanded to the extreme, and his soul remained immovable like a mainstay in the vortex of the two forces.

The strange scene gradually unfolded, as if the heavens and the earth had completely disappeared, and the whole world was divided into two, with the lava hell with the smell of sulfur on one side, and the mountains, forests, and rivers full of life on the other. The two worlds are distinct,-for-tat, and mutually incompatible.

And the fat man stands on the dividing line between the two worlds. He stepped on the lava with his left foot and stood on the grass with his right foot. When you look up to the sky, the sky is also divided into two, blue and dark red, each on one side.

At the center of the two worlds, each hides a powerful being, which dominates two different worlds.

Behind this seemingly static picture is extremely treacherous and dangerous, at each junction of the two worlds, there are two completely different forces wrestling, as long as one of them is a little slack, the balance is tilted, and the great change that will make the heavens and the earth hang upside down.

Rogge's spiritual power poked out slightly in the direction of the abyss, and a burst of brilliance flowed in front of him, and the illusion image changed. In front of him, there was only a dark red, distorted light and shadow. From that red light, you can see lava, flames, black cones, and even the figure of the demon Batow.

Rogge only felt dizzy, he froze, all the illusions in front of him were shattered, and the real world reappeared in front of him. In front of him, a large area of dark red color was slowly flowing, suddenly dimming and changing. Rogge felt very familiar with this piece of light, which was the spatial gap leading to the abyssal world.

As soon as Rogge saw the vision in front of him, he immediately understood that the abyssal gap was not only unstable, it was simply the possibility of collapse at any moment. It's no wonder that Strauken paid so much to seal this gap.

Rogge carefully withdrew his mental power, the existence he wanted to spy on was too powerful, so powerful that it could affect his consciousness at any time. He looked around, and it was an unusually tall temple, which looked like a four-story building on the outside, but was actually a complete hall inside. The crevice in the abyss, which was constantly wriggling, was located in the middle of the main hall. On the ground below the abyssal crevice, a huge magic circle has been built, and around the circle are three metal poles and pillars, and the top is inlaid with three crystals of different colors.

At this moment, a person stood behind each of the three metal poles that shone with a silver-gray light. In the middle is a bald old man dressed as a magician, who was pulled from the floating city. Until this time, he still looked reluctant. The other two were armed with a giant sword, and the other had an extra-long knife at his waist. Judging from the faint momentum emanating from his body alone, Rogge knew that the strength of these two unknown people was extraordinary.

Rog walked around the room a few more times, looking at all aspects of the sealing magic circle several times before he nodded and exited the hall with Straw.

Rogge followed the Imperial Chancellor up a staircase, and finally stood on a small terrace in the upper part of the main hall. From here, you can see the entire abyssal crevice. The small terrace is lined with powerful magical barriers, which are sufficient to withstand the bombardment of most powerful magic.

Rogge and Straw stood side by side on the terrace, and with a gesture from Straw, the three powerhouses around the sealing magic array all put their hands on the crystal in front of them, and began to concentrate on the operation of the entire magic array.

From the outside to the inside, the magic symbols sealing the magic circle lit up one by one, and the rich magical aura turned into a cloud of light mist, and then formed a miniature tornado, which reverberated back and forth in the main hall. The power of the magic array, driven by the power of the three powerhouses, was naturally extraordinary.

The three powerhouses all had their own means of protection, and the magic storm in the hall that was like a knife and a cone and was fatal enough for ordinary martial artists did not pose any threat to them at all.

"Lord Rogge, will this magic circle work?" Straw asked with a worried face. In this matter, Rogge has been reluctant to help, and he naturally understands what the fat man's stomach is thinking. Straw would not have been willing to take the risk of exposing his weakest link to his former enemy and current ally unless he had to do so.

"Lord Straw, this Sealing Magic Circle is the pinnacle of magical art, and there are many places in it that I don't understand at all. With such a clever magic array, and three powerhouses driving it with all their might, it shouldn't be difficult to seal an abyss gap. It's just that from what I've observed, it seems that this magic array is mainly used to seal, rather than eliminate the cracks in the abyss. This doesn't solve the problem at the root of the problem!"

Rogge's voice was very sincere, but even the three powerhouses didn't notice that there were several invisible dark red threads in the air poking out of the abyssal gap, and the end was held in Rogge's hands.

(To be continued)