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Chapter 13 was like a dream, and Rog's hand gently put down Androni's body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info her face was serene, and there was even a little smile fixed on the corner of her mouth, as if she was having a sweet dream.

His other hand touched the wound on Androni's chest. A bit of gray was like life, and it quickly stained Rogge's fingers. But no matter how much it struggled, it could only stay at Rog's fingertips, and could no longer move an inch. With a solemn expression, Rogge put his grayed fingertips into his mouth and licked them slowly, as if tasting the gray taste.

In a moment, he stood up and looked in the direction where Androni had flown in, his eyes turning silver!

Everything in the room was trembling and moaning, they twisted slightly, and small cracks began to appear on the surface, and the air in the room seemed to be under the scorching sun, and the air in the room seemed to be under the scorching sun. Only Androni slept in the shade of a summer tree, undisturbed by the undercurrents in the room.

Rog leaned over and slowly pulled away Androni's slender five fingers, taking the blue starry sky she had been clutching. This artifact, which had accompanied Androni for ten years, had dim starlight at the moment, and only occasionally would a few stardust wander away. The fat man licked the tip of the sword with his tongue. The extremely sharp blade immediately pierced the tip of his tongue, oozing a thin bead of blood.

His hand holding the blue starry sky was bruised and bulging from too much force, and his knuckles were white. Just from the tip of the sword in the blue starry sky, he tasted a familiar taste, it was the taste of the Rocherio family's bloodline!

Rog strode out of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, then rose to his feet, made a slight direction in the air, and the figure flashed before disappearing into the southwestern sky.

In the moment before he accelerated, the powerful killing power that exploded in an instant woke up the sleepy-eyed Osinia.

The morning breeze blew in through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, tenderly caressing the sleeping Androni. Half of her countenance, which was still handsome, faintly blurred, stirred up pieces of star-sand debris by the wind, and then gradually dissipated.

The wind was soft, as if unable to climb her face on the other side.

At some point, the sky began to overcast and the wind became stronger. The wind swept through with fine sand and gravel, constantly whipping the faces of pedestrians. There was a thick dampness and a slight chill in the wind, and it seemed that a storm was coming in this summer.

On the southwestern frontier of the Droz Empire, David, Franco, and Catherine are galloping on horseback. Because Catherine was not good at riding, she rode with David. A few dozen kilometers ahead, there will be a small military fortress of the Holy Radiance Alliance. Now they are in the middle of two fronts, with burned villages and dead bodies lying on the ground with no one to bury them.

They carried a dozen fast horses, galloping all the way without stopping, and if one horse was killed, they would replace another one, so as to escape back to the territory of the Holy Radiance Alliance in the shortest possible time.

At this time, all the horses were already close to the limit, and the speed of the transfer horses was getting faster and faster. Finally, after a few neighings, the last two horses fell on the road.

David took Catherine on his back, leaped to his feet, and galloped forward at a speed much faster than his galloping horse. He had kept his fighting strength for such a moment.

The fortress is finally in sight. David shouted, and the officers stationed in the fortress immediately recognized the leader of the Knights of the Blue Wolf under the Moon, and hurriedly opened the gate of the fortress. David's feet did not stop, and as soon as the heavy gate of the fortress opened the gap for one person to enter and exit, he flashed in. A few minutes later, the three of them rushed out of the gate on the other side of the fortress with a dozen horses and ran towards another small fortress dozens of kilometers away.

The fortress had just been built, and the area was not large, and the capacity of the army was not more than a thousand. In the center stands a tall tower, which can be seen in all directions of the fortress. The commander of the small fortress watched David and his party go away, and then re-ascended the tower. Although the fortress is small, it is located in an important position, so this commander is also a figure from the Church of Light.

He frowned, looking around the fortress with a faint sense of foreboding. He also had the common problem of other Templars, that is, he did not look down on anyone outside the Templars, even for a figure as outstanding as David. David didn't look like he had an urgent business, as he said he was, and he looked like he was running away from something in a hurry.

He wondered what kind of person could make the leader of the Wolf Knights under the moon run for his life. However, when he thought that this place was already under the control of the Holy Radiance Alliance, but David still continued to flee into the depths of the territory without stopping, he didn't want to know the answer a little.

That's when the answer came in.

A gust of wind blew at the end of the horizon, and in the dust, a figure walked slowly toward the fortress. On the tower, the fortress commander's pupils constricted, and at this distance, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, only the long sword that bloomed with dazzling blue light tugged at his nerves!

At such a distance, and with such brilliance, it seemed that the power contained in this long sword must have reached the level of an artifact. In the impression of the commander of the fortress, there was indeed a very famous artifact that was very similar to this sword, but he could not remember the name of the sword for a while.

The alarm bell rang in the fortress, and a large number of soldiers rushed out of the houses and rushed to the city according to the instructions of the alarm bell. On the city wall, the hard bows have been drawn, but the tips of the arrows that are ready to fire are trembling. The two mages stationed at the fortress began to chant incantations, but these incantations, which they usually did not recite in dreams, were now recited intermittently, and there were many mistakes. The frenzied magical energy gathered and spread around the two mages, and they spread and gathered, and none of them could be cast successfully.

It was the man who made the whole fortress tremble in the sand. He walked forward slowly, as if he were walking, but with each step he fell, the distance between him and the fortress would be closer to a hundred meters!

Rogge finally stood up and looked up at the fortress a hundred meters away. The horseshoe prints on the ground and the lingering breath in the air all indicated that the members of the Rocherio family, who had left a trace on the tip of the sword in the starry sky, had just fled into the fortress.

A crossbow arrow was shot at the head of the city, but the accuracy was really bad, and it was far away from the ground behind Rogge, more than ten meters away from the fat man's body. This arrow is really far from the quality of the elite warriors of the Holy Radiance Alliance.

The fat man in contemplation seemed to be awakened by this arrow, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the blue starry sky pointed diagonally to the ground, and rushed towards the head of the fortress!

"Shoot the arrows!" With a hysterical shout from the city wall, hundreds of sharp arrows rained down on Rogge. It's just that as soon as these arrows enter the range of a few meters around Rogge's body, they will be slightly offset and pass by the fat man.

At a distance of 100 meters, Rogge only took three steps, and then slammed into the heavy gate of the fortress with one shoulder!

The earth shuddered softly! Then there was a deafening roar!

With a roar, the gate, which had been transformed, suddenly flew out of the city, and along with the gate, there were more than a dozen warriors behind the gate!

The head of the fortress could not withstand the sudden impact, and shook several times, and then collapsed with a bang, and the boulder fell down with dozens of warriors, burying Rog underneath it in one fell swoop.

There was another roar, and the fat man walked out with a smile amid the boulders and limbs. He only took one step forward and appeared in the group of fortress warriors more than ten meters away. The fat man casually pulled a stunned warrior in front of him in front of him, and the tips of their noses almost touched!

The young warrior opened his mouth, but could not scream, and his panicked eyes quickly dimmed, revealing a strange blue.

The blue starry sky that had already penetrated his abdomen stirred it vigorously before pulling out his body. With his left hand, Rog tore off the warrior's right arm, which was holding the long knife, and with a backhand throw, the sharp knife sank into the other warrior's chest.

Rog walked forward, following the trails left in the air, all the way to the back of the fortress. There were hundreds of warriors around him, and countless sharp swords stabbed at him at every moment.

Punching, elbowing, kneeling, grabbing, and tearing, at this moment, the fat man gave up all magic and martial arts, and completely used his primitive instinct to fight hand-to-hand with the allied warriors!

A slight chanting sound sounded in the distance, and the two mages, who were lucky enough not to stand at the head of the collapsed city, finally calmed down, locked on to Rogge's position, and began to chant the incantation. In order to bring down this terrifying enemy, they no longer care that the powerful attack magic would affect the lives of many warriors around them.

Rogge suddenly turned his head and glanced at the two mages. The amber dragon's eyes glowed softly in the sunlight.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the two mages' bodies, and all the abundant magic power in their bodies burned uncontrollably, turning into raging flames in an instant, igniting the two mages into two bright magic torches!

The fat man looked up again at the commander of the fortress who was commanding on the tower. The moment their eyes met, the commander suddenly discovered that Rogge's pupils were actually silver! He wondered a little, when did his eyesight become so good that he could see the color of people's eyes at such a distance?

He immediately realized that it was not his eyesight that had improved, but that Rogge was standing in front of him. The fat man's left hand is gently removing his helmet!

The commander was shocked, he wanted to pull out the sword on his waist, and wanted to launch a fighting spirit to resist, but no matter how he urged him, the fighting spirit that had reached the fourteenth level was like a pool of stagnant water, and it just didn't move.

Despair flashed in the Commander's eyes, and he watched helplessly as the azure sword swung softly in front of him.

As soon as his throat was cold, he suddenly remembered that the name of this sword was Biluo Starry Sky.

The five fingers of Rog's left hand continued to stretch out, breaking into the commander's skull, and began to forcibly extract his memories. Rogge's gaze then went beyond the high walls of the fortress and landed in the direction where the three Davids had fled. Under his silvery gaze, there was a row of hoof prints on the vast earth that led into the distance, all the way to the end of the horizon.

In the next moment, Rog's figure had disappeared from the tower, and the warriors of the Alliance below were still in disarray, searching for the terrible enemy who had suddenly disappeared from among them. They didn't notice that the tower around them was crumbling.

With a bang, the tower collapsed suddenly, and countless boulders fell with a strong wind, burying the warriors underneath.

The figure of the fat man flickered, and he had long disappeared into the distance.

The time can be long or short. From the time he slammed open the gate of the fortress to the time he waved his sleeves away, it was only a minute.

There was a fluctuation in the sky, and Adrenee and Miro crept in, staring at the deadly fortress below.

"So this guy is so terrible when he gets angry! Adriane muttered. She turned to Miro suddenly, and smiled, smiling maliciously.

"Miro, you see how terrible he is, right?

Miro's face turned pale, and he snorted heavily, but did not answer.

The smile on the fat man's face became more and more cheerful, and the blue starry sky sword blade in his hand was still brilliant, without the slightest trace of blood. It's just that the scrambled bones and brains stained on the hilt of the sword show that the artifact has just been subjected to bloody and savage killing. The white robe on Rogge's body had turned completely dark red at the moment, and it was covered with pieces of flesh and internal organs.

In a short period of time, he had swept through two fortresses and a small town like the wind, cutting off the heads of five sanctuaries with his own hands and setting the bodies of twelve magicians on fire.

The fat man almost laughed out loud. Because he finally caught up with the man who had been fleeing in front of him.

In the distance, a majestic fortress appeared on the horizon. Rogge's pursuers had just entered the fortress, and even the gates of the fortress had not yet fully closed.

It's just that this fortress is several times larger than the two fortresses that Rog passed through. Rogge was very clear about the information about this fortress, this was an important transit point on the southwest front of the Radiant Alliance, and even in peacetime, there would always be ten thousand warriors and a dozen magicians stationed there. And in a fortress of this size, he is bound to encounter multiple Templars.

Rog took a deep breath, took a big stride, and began to run. He knew his time was running out. He was so rampage in the front of the Radiance Alliance, the alarm must have spread throughout the Radiance Alliance at this moment, and the powerhouses on the Alliance's side should be gathering here. If there is a little more delay, the fat man will probably never return to Osinia.

And with his own strength, how easy would it be to storm this huge military fortress and kill people? If an ordinary Templar faced the fat man alone, he might not even be able to receive a single blow. However, if several Templars joined forces, the situation would be immediately different.

Rogge knew all this, but he just didn't think about it.

The hilt of the sword in his hand was still warm, as if it had Androni's body temperature remaining. How much breath does it contain in the dancing starry sky?

Rogge gallops like the wind, his steps are like thunder, and every big step is a distance of 100 meters. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the gates of the fortress.

At this moment, the gates of the fortress had just been closed.

Rogge finally burst out laughing.

He jumped up and pounced on the head of the fortress dozens of meters high!

The head of the fortress city was already densely packed with heavily armored and axe-wielding warriors, among whom more than a dozen warriors shone with the light of divine fighting spirit. Then the magic brilliance came and went, and more than a dozen attack magics with a long trail pierced the sky and flew towards Rog who jumped in the air!

Rogge was completely oblivious to the attack magic that struck like a storm, and just kept speeding up in the air and rushing towards the city!

After all the attack magic entered an invisible range around him, they suddenly turned, bypassed Rog's body, and then continued to fly along their original trajectory towards the vast sky.

While the magicians were taken aback, Rogge's figure suddenly flashed, and then disappeared.

"Be careful! protect the mage!" a shout suddenly rang out over the city, but it was a little too late.

The three magicians fell to the ground in agony, their whole bodies convulsing. When they open their mouths, they will spew out a large mouthful of flames. More than a dozen blue rays suddenly shone out of the other two magicians, and then their bodies turned into more than a dozen pieces and slowly scattered to the ground. Since the wounds were all sealed by blue crystals, when the heads of these two magicians landed, they could still look at the corpses on the ground with a puzzled look on their faces, and even one of their mouths was still opening and closing, as if they wanted to ask something.

The fat man snorted, and was struck in the shoulder by a Templar's heaviest shackle. Attached to the flail was a sixteenth-level fighting qi, and even if he had a strong physique, he felt extremely sad. Just as compensation for this blow, Rogge had already pounced into the arms of the Holy Temple, and the blue starry sky had already indirectly stabbed him in the chest and abdomen more than a dozen times in an instant!

Using the corpse of the temple as a shield, Rog rushed towards the inner wall of the city, and the blue starry sky blooming with water blue light casually waved horizontally backwards, and the clanging sound rang out. Without looking back, Rogge was known to have cut off more than a dozen weapons, as well as several bodies.

The fat man was about to rush through the city, and in his senses, the murderer had just run past the main building of the fortress and fled to the rear. He at least wanted to see which member of the Rocherio family could be so ruthless and do this to his own blood relatives!

Rogge suddenly stood at the head of the city!

The tip of a war spear trembled rapidly, emitting a terrifying scream, and stabbed at Rogge's throat at an unimaginable high speed! Holding the gun was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, his eyes were like lightning, his hands holding the gun were as steady as rocks, and his body was covered with an earthy yellow battle armor condensed by fighting energy.

The fat man's face became solemn. In any case, an opponent in the Sanctuary cannot be despised either. And at this moment, behind him, several Templars were leading a hundred of the most elite hoplites to kill!

The fat man suddenly opened his mouth and blew out a scorching air current, meeting the middle-aged man's war spear. As soon as the air touched the gun, the irresistible heat immediately melted the tip of the gun into scrap steel. And the man's Douqi battle armor also exploded several silver flames at the same time, these flames were extremely sticky, sticking to the Douqi battle armor, burning fiercely.

The man let out a deep sigh and burst into flames, extinguishing the flames on his body. Instead of moving forward, he took two steps back. At this moment, his own side has an absolute advantage, so this man takes a steady and steady strategy, and it is necessary to keep Rogge here.

It's just that Rogge has this gap, and he doesn't advance but retreats, but his speed is several times faster than that middle-aged man? Although he has been hit several times in the back one after another, Rogge's muscles are like steel at the moment, whether it is a sword or an axe, it is only a few centimeters into it. After knocking down a Templar and several hoplites, he finally burst into the crowd.

Rogge let out a loud shout, stretched out his foot and stomped on it, and the hard green rock where he landed suddenly made a wave, spreading out in all directions! Within ten meters of Rogge's surroundings, both Templars and ordinary warriors suddenly felt a strong force coming from their feet, and they were all shot into the air by surprise.

Silently, a long blade condensed from a dark red shadow stretched out from the tip of Rog's left finger.

This is the Blade of Molk, a magical blade that can slice through almost any armor!

In an instant, a blue flower with dark red lines bloomed at the head of the city, and the petals were delicate and tender, as if with ecstasy, to welcome the fragments and blood rain that fell in the sky!

When the rain was gone, no one stood within ten meters except Rogge.

Rogge clinged to the starry sky, staring at the stunned middle-aged man in front of him, panting heavily. At this moment, a sudden alarm suddenly rose in the fat man's heart, and his hair even fluttered slightly.

In the distance, in the tower, a magician dressed in the costume of the Church of Light had just completed a spell, and a light with a faint singing voice fell from the sky and fell towards Rog's head. With the power of this blow alone, it can be seen that the magic power of this unknown light mage is enough to rival that of the archmage!

A soft sigh seemed to sound in the air, and a magic shield quietly appeared above Rog's head, blocking the blow. The magic shield and the Holy Radiance held on for a moment, then both dissolved in a violent explosion.

Another hand reached out from the void, its slender fingers flicking, and several winds of magic blew softly towards the light mage standing in the tower. But the light mage's magic tactics were a bit dull, but their fundamentals were solid. He unleashed protective magic one at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he blocked all the winds of magic that blew in. Adriane was slightly stunned, this kind of opponent has always been the type she hates the most. Although their magic power was far inferior to hers, it was almost impossible to defeat them in a short period of time.

The middle-aged man with the war spear at the head of the city let out a deep sigh and stepped forward slowly, pressing towards Rogge. The few surviving Templars around also re-encircled.

Rogge smiled coldly and brought up the blue starry sky again.

At this moment, a sudden gale wind circled around Rogge several times in an instant, and several of the Sanctuaries surrounding Rogge spurted blood from their mouths and flew backwards. The hoplites, on the other hand, could not even spurt blood, but only withered to the ground. The gale then blew towards the middle-aged man. The figure of Miro faintly appeared in the wind, he held a giant hammer in his hand, and smashed it at the middle-aged man with the gun!

Miro's weapon was too big, and his strength was far superior to that of the man, so as soon as the weapons of the two sides came into contact, the man's spear was immediately bent and deformed, completely destroyed. He saw that Miro's hammer was like a mountain, and he smashed it headlessly, and he couldn't imagine it, so he jumped directly from the city.

Miro put away the hammer, snorted, turned back to Rogge and shouted: "Useless guy, don't come with me quickly! Where is the person you want to kill? Let's move quickly, and fight quickly!"

Rogge turned a deaf ear to Miro's words, and just looked at the sky in the distance, his face becoming more and more solemn, and he seemed to be struggling.

Miro frowned and said, "Dear Lord Rogge, what are you doing in a daze? If you want to be in a daze, wait ......"

Before Miro could finish speaking, Rogge suddenly withdrew his gaze. He stared at Miro coldly, snorted, and said, "Aren't you going to escape?

Without waiting for Miro to reply, Rog suddenly rose into the air and sped away in the direction of Osinia.

Miro's face turned blue in an instant. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at the sky that Rogge had just stared at, and his face suddenly changed!

In the blue sky, I don't know when a tall middle-aged samurai appeared, his face had already been engraved with the traces of time, his face was majestic but not aggressive, there was an obvious Sichuan character between his eyebrows, it seemed that in the past time, he often frowned.

He looked at Rog flying in the distance, frowned slightly, and glanced at Miro again.

The moment the two sides made eye contact, Miro snorted like a lightning strike, and almost fell to the ground! He suddenly understood why Rog wanted to flee immediately.

Standing in the air is none other than the head of the Holy Knights who shocked the entire continent, the Blood Angel Augustus!

Augustus froze, dozens of rays of light lit up behind him one after another, and one after another people in holy knight costumes stepped out of the void and stood behind the blood angels.

Augustus slowly drew the long sword at his waist, and was about to give the order, when his face suddenly changed slightly.

A faint scream suddenly sounded in the void, and then dozens of magical arrows came from nowhere, instantly breaking through the air and shooting towards Augustus!

The Blood Angel swung his sword slowly and quickly, calmly blocking all the magic arrows one by one, but with each arrow, his brows furrowed a little tighter.

At this moment, a slender hand stretched out from the void at the head of the city, grabbed the back of Miro's neck, and carried him into the void. And the distant sky flashed, and Rog disappeared.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Xius sighed lightly, handed the Elf King's Bow in his hand to Eiffel, and said a little lonely: "It's time to go back, let's go!"

Behind Augustus, dozens of holy knights raised their huge shields and drew their long swords. One of the knights at the head came behind Augustus and said respectfully: "Lord Augustus, it's still too late to pursue at this time. ”

Augustus looked at the direction where the magic arrow was coming from, was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "No need to chase. ”

The Holy Knight was stunned, but seeing that Augustus had already stepped into the void, he could only look into the distance in confusion, of course, he didn't see anything. The Holy Knight shook his head and reluctantly led the Holy Knight away.

In the void, Wella stood for a moment with the Dragon Soul Spear in her hand, until the Holy Knights had already left, and then she walked away in the space storm.

In the main building of the fortress, David, who had been standing in front of the window watching the battle, finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and just wanted to say something, when he suddenly coughed violently, and blood splashed from time to time in the cough.

Catherine walked up and tried to pat David on the back, but he pushed him to the ground. Catherine smiled and stood up again. The left side of her face was now high and swollen, with five distinct fingerprints on it. But Catherine, who had always been extremely concerned about her appearance, didn't care at all at the moment, and just stood quietly aside.

David's gasp finally subsided, he raised his head and said coldly to Catherine: "I lost a sister and don't want to lose another, so I desperately brought you back." But since you can get your hands on Anne, it's not impossible to stick a dagger into my heart one day. I don't dare to be this brother anymore. From now on, you and I will never be reconciled again!"

Catherine pulled her slightly messy hair, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother, it's not that I'm ruthless. In this great war, the power of the individual is actually insignificant. A sword master like Annie, one more or one less is unlikely to affect the overall situation at all. Actually, I didn't want to kill her, but the child in her womb had to die. ”

David stared at Catherine, but he knew he could never get anything out of Catherine's mouth. After a long time, he finally snorted coldly, strode out of the room, and when he was about to leave the door, his steps slammed and spurted out another mouthful of blood.

David's body shook and he had to hold on to the wall so that he didn't fall. But he still walked with a staggering but determined pace, all the way away.

Catherine smiled softly, and the room was full of laughter.

At dusk, Rog's figure had already appeared in the sky above Osinia. He fell like a meteor, and the blue starry sky drew a beautiful blue trail in the sky. In the blink of an eye, he was back in his room through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows.

Broken glass all over the floor, scraps of paper, broken furniture, everything in the room was exactly the same as when he left.

The only difference is that Androni is gone.

(To be continued)