Ian woke up from a coma, still in pain in the back of his head. After a while, I gradually saw my surroundings clearly. The whole room has no windows, it is cold and damp, the walls are directly made of bluestone fields, there is no decoration, patches of moss are scattered, and water drops are constantly dripping from the ceiling. There were large and small torture instruments in the room, and the blood stains on them had turned black, and they looked quite old, but the screams of the tortured people seemed to still linger in their ears. Two torches were stuck in the opposite wall, and the flickering light of the fire made his eyes ache. Everything in the room swayed in the firelight, and it looked very hideous. The old mayor's hands and feet were bound to the iron rings on the wall, and they were hung in large zigzags. He struggled to recite the spell, only to be interrupted by a sudden whip.

Rogge walked around the room in annoyance, staring gloomily at Ian. The fat man waved his hand to let the mercenaries in the house go out and come to Ian. Ian wisely gave up his attempt to cast the spell. The casting of magic requires the power of spells, the magic symbols drawn by various gestures, and the specific mental power fluctuations of the caster to be successful. For someone like Ian, who can't move his hands, there are only a handful of low-level spells that can be cast. But no matter how you look at it, Rogge doesn't seem to be going to make him finish the spell.

The fat man stared at Ian hatefully, and to be honest, he still had lingering feelings about the decomposition technique during the day. The fifth-level magic decomposition technique is not too practical, mainly because the success rate is not high, and the general chance is around 50%. However, no matter how low the probability is, for Rogge, it is equivalent to gambling with his life, if he hadn't applied the acceleration technique in advance, and surpassed the agility of the warrior, he might not have been the yellow dog who was turned into ashes.

"What is this place?" said Ian's old voice, tired.

"This is the cell in Fort Sellers, Mr. Ian. ”

"Why don't you kill me?"

"Because I have a lot more to ask you, Mr. Ian. ”

"Hehehehe" Ian laughed, "Lord Rogge, do you think I'll meet your request after a long time?"

Seeing Rogge's confident appearance, Ian's laughter faded away. "Mr. Ian, you're a little too old as an adventurer. As a magician, you are too orthodox again. As mayor of the town, you have sons and daughters. So I think it might be hard for you to understand that sometimes dying is not the hardest and worst outcome to accept. Maybe you are not afraid of death, but the consequences of death are not necessarily acceptable. Just now, you can die, and I won't stop you. With that, Rogge opened a small iron window in the wall, and the screams of the ancient tower were heard immediately.

"You devil! you deserve hell! you...... You...... You still won't let my son go!" Ian struggled frantically, the hoop rattling as he pulled it.

"Mr. Ian, if you really want me to spare your son, you shouldn't have performed the Disintegration Technique today. Besides, the more you procrastinate, the more Mr. Guta will suffer. You see, I'm not a very ruthless person, so let's hurry up and get started. I'm curious to know, what is the real purpose of the Snow Fox occupying Fort Sellers?"

Ancientta's screams pounded on Ian's heart, and the old mayor's face twisted as he finally began to answer the question. The idea was contributed by Franco, so that Ian could only hear the sound of Guta's torture, but not let him see the torture. "Imagination is the thing that most tortures the will. Franco summed it up this way.

"Snow Fox came here to unearth the remains of a necromancer, and what they were looking for was said to be an angel statue. ”

"I know this!" said Rog impatiently, "what is that statue for?"

"That statue, which is said to hide a secret about fallen angels, is also rumored to be associated with a big scandal in the Holy See. That's all I know, let them stop!"

Rogge groaned for a moment. That statue of the Angel of Purgatory he had already given to Ophilok. Since it is something that the Ice and Snow Silver Fox wants to get so much, there must be something good. But I can't refer to it myself, and even if I figure it out, I won't be able to keep it. The scum still understands this truth. The statue was given to Opirok, and it was called Woe to the East. Then everything will have its own golden lion to deal with. Several nobles have neither the ambition to change the dynasty, nor do they want to become any mainland powerhouses, although they love money, but it is not necessary to be rich in the world, and the rich side will become. So how do you look at this statue, it's a hot potato, and it's good to give it away early.

"What are you talking about the laws of space!" Rogge suddenly shouted.

Ian was stunned, his expression immediately changed greatly, and he struggled and said, "I don't know what kind of space law it is, I, I don't know!"

The fat man and the old man looked at each other angrily, and the screams of the ancient tower echoed throughout the room.

After a long time, the fat man said, "What is the secret that makes you look more important than your son?" Do you really think you're going to make it to the end? I'm not interested in that statue or something. The reason why I arrested you is because you colluded with Snow Fox to try to frame Lao Tzu. And Lao Tzu has revenge, since you can't kill us, you have to die. There is another reason, which is for this law of space. For the sake of the same mage, I persuaded you one last time, and it was good to say it. ”

The corners of Ian's mouth twitched, his teeth clenched into his lip, blood pouring down. His eyes were closed, and two cloudy tears flowed silently, and he refused to speak again even if he died.

Rogge gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I see how long you can endure it?

Lens's weird voice floated in from the window: "Of course, this little thing, my old man has made a move, and he still can't catch it?" Hahaha! Come on, little girl, let my old man try it, it feels good! Big, it's really big!!" Then a young woman's cry came again.

"Fila!!" Ian opened his eyes violently and roared like a wild beast, "You beasts!!God will punish you!!You will go to hell and be burned by karma in it forever!!"

Rogge looked as usual and said, "You know, sooner or later, I will also know the secret of the laws of space." Maybe it's a secret to you, but maybe it will become common knowledge in the future. Don't you still want to say it? Say, although you still have to die, at least your son and daughter can be saved. ”

The sound of the cloth tearing from the next door was accompanied by Phila's cry and Lens's silver laugh.

Rogge looked at Ian quietly.

The firelight shook more and more, and everything in the room seemed more poignant and eerie.

Lens's voice came again: "Rogge, that old fellow still refuses to say yes? It's better not to say it, her daughter is really smooth-skinned, hehe, still a virgin." If you don't, you'll be cheaper for me!"

Fila's screams nearly broke through Rog's eardrums, and Lens gasped like a cow.

The door opened, and Franco walked in. He frowned and said, "This Lens is always so unaesthetically pleasing. I don't understand you, is it necessary to make such a big deal for the laws of space?"

Rogge said lightly: "I am determined to win." ”

Franco shook his head and sighed, "No matter what, I'll help you, just don't make things out of control." He turned his head, stared at Ian for a moment, and whispered, "Old fellow, it's better to say it now, and don't let us make a last resort." ”

Time passed, and only pain and silver chaos became the eternal theme.

With a smug roar from Lens, the surroundings fell silent, and the screams of the ancient tower did not know when they stopped.

The three people in the cell were at a standstill for a moment.

Rogge sighed, and suddenly exclaimed, "Old fellow, do you have to watch your sons and daughters commit [***] great sins, and burn forever in the fires of hell after death?!"

Ian was struck by lightning, his gray hair fell out, and his old voice seemed extremely hollow and weak: "Lord, forgive your slave for having to make a deal with the devil." ”

He raised his head, his eyes cloudy and devoid of expression, but he was already blind: "I tell you everything I know about the laws of space......"

The next door was quiet, except for Fira's low sobs.

Lens and Kate walked in, and the scum stood silently.

Ian's old voice echoed in the empty torture chamber, as if the flames couldn't suppress the pleasure of listening to the **, scurrying and struggling wildly, as if they were about to jump off the torch to the center of the room.

"In the 200th year of the Holy Calendar, the then Pope Paddic received an oracle from God and rushed to the top of the Thebes Mountains to see a meteor falling from the sky, and there seemed to be a figure in the flames......"

The meteor fell to the ground, the flames rose to the sky, and where the flames passed, the ice and snow on the peak that had not melted for thousands of years were instantly evaporated. Everything within a radius of more than ten miles was reduced to nothing, leaving only a huge dark crater. The rocks on the surrounding ground have been melted, leaving behind a glassy crystal.

Although it was dozens of miles away from the meteor crash site, the shockwave of space energy still made Paddick stand still. He was horrified in his heart, thinking that as a Pope, the strength of the light mana had reached the sixteenth level, and it was so far away that he could not stand just by the impact of the aftermath of the energy. What a huge amount of energy this meteor must have.

Padick waited for the energy shockwave to pass before holding on to his staff and struggling to climb towards the crater. The old Pope came all the way alone, and it has been more than half a month in the deep mountains, although he has deep mana and can fly for a while with flying skills, but he is already exhausted by now.

In the blink of an eye, it was gradually turning from afternoon to dusk, and the old Pope climbed to the bottom of the crater. Although the Holy Church 500 years ago was not as powerful as it is today, it still had millions of believers, and the Pope already had his own papal kingdom. The old pope's red robe was already tattered, his high crown was crooked to one side, and his face and hands were full of abrasions. In the end, the footsteps are vain, and one heel rolls over, and it is considered that the destination is reached.

At the bottom of the pit, an incomparably delicate and gorgeous disc floated in mid-air, and a golden ribbon of light like a substance flew around the disc, and the center of the disc was engraved with words of incomprehensible meaning, and it seemed to be surrounded by a circle of purple gold, but if you looked closely, it was painted with extremely fine patterns, which seemed to be a magic array. Bursts of invisible fluctuations emanated from the center of the disk, and the entire surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted. The figure in the flames had only a few bones left at the moment, and it was no longer possible to see what kind of creature it was.

The surrounding space fluctuated, and more than a dozen angel figures hidden in the dazzling golden light gradually flashed out. Paddick remembered the oracle and gritted his teeth and reached for the disc. After the hand reached into the space around the disk, it began to age and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when he grabbed the disk, the old Pope's entire arm was already dry bones. The old pope grabbed the disc and departed with the angels.

There was a moment of silence in the torture chamber.

Rogge asked, "The disc?"

"Yes, that is the wheel of space that records the laws of space. According to Paddick's notes, the mysterious text engraved in the center of the Wheel of Space is the Law of Space! ”

"What about the angels?" asked Kate?

"As far as I can tell, at least some of the angels are still being worshipped and blessed in the Holy Church. ”

Only then did a few aristocratic scum understand why the Holy Church had risen so quickly over the years, and that miracles had been repeated to show it. What makes the scum distressed is that since the angels are in the Holy Church, the supreme God that the church believes in naturally exists. It's just that what the scum does, from which point of view, is not in line with God's doctrine, doesn't that mean that the scum only has one way to go to hell? Thinking of this, the faces of several scum are a little pale.

After the battle of life and death, Kate's strength increased greatly, and she actually practiced a fighting spirit, and it was still a divine fighting spirit. After the strength of the samurai reaches a certain level, there will be a phenomenon of vindictive spirit, and the color of the vindictive spirit is determined by the specific surname of the samurai. This is also what makes the scum puzzled. Kate's heart definitely has nothing to do with the word sacred. His old man's cyan ice fighting spirit can be regarded as a neutral surname, so that's it. The son actually practiced the divine fighting spirit, but this joke is a little bigger, it can only be said that God also has a nap. But there are also advantages, the scum has decided to act in the future, and they will definitely pull Kate. From the perspective of the people, the Holy Knights are bound to be on the side of justice.

Only Rogge knew for a long time that angels existed in the Holy Church.

Ian continued, "When Old Pope Paddick was dying, he left two pages of notes on the laws of space. At his funeral, the necromancer Rodriguez rode a huge bone dragon that had never been seen before and fought against the four archangels who were present at the time. In that battle, three archangels were injured and one died, and Padik's notes on the laws of space were also robbed of half a page. Hehe, Rodriguez, you really deserve the title of the most powerful necromancer!"

"After this battle, the Holy Church began to hunt down Rodriguez for more than four hundred years. It's just that the priests and knights sent know that if there is no Angel of Light in charge, encountering Rodriguez will only be a way to death, so everyone is powerless and pretentious. It wasn't until three years ago, when Rodriguez himself came to the Temple of Oedi, that he was completely destroyed by the light of judgment from the heavens, when both St. Vena and Cardinal Bren were martyred. No one knows why he did it, it's like suicide. ”

Rogge sneered in his heart: "Hmph, is it useful for the angel to be in charge? This dead old man, he actually has these origins, why don't you see him give me the bone dragon, his grandmother's." ”

Slowly, several lines of text emerged from the bottom of Rogge's heart:

"The green hell is often burning.

All beings are like ants, they are for mortal dust.

Above the floating life, the gods and Buddhas of Xianluo.

Beyond the six realms, there is no limit to the worlds. ”

Rogge thought that this was probably the content of the half-page note that Rodriguez had snatched. Looking at it like this, it is about saying that this world is divided into the heavenly realm, the demon realm, the human realm, and the like, isn't it nonsense? I don't know what this old man is doing by robbing this thing by killing him almost without even wanting his life. It seems that only by going to the Holy Church to snatch the remaining notes, or even snatching the Wheel of Space to study it, maybe you can understand.

At the thought of going to the Holy Church to grab something, Rog immediately seemed to see endless holy knights, and the dense priesthood priests were staring at him with a sneer. There are still more than a dozen angels floating in the sky, and with Wella as the third-level angel of light, she is only a saint. (Rogge thought that he had already saved people, of course, he thought that he was strong, and naturally wanted to be a big official.) It seems, no, it doesn't seem, it's certain, that there are higher angels hiding in this holy church. Rogge only felt his scalp tingle.

The fat man was distressed for a while, and suddenly laughed, thinking only in his heart: "That dead old man's mission is my business." Lao Tzu has bragged and patted horses in this life, drunk and beautiful, happy and happy, what's wrong. Don't waste your brain on this. The Holy Church is still less troublesome, and maybe it will have to rely on others in the future. Which great annihilator said, since we can't fight you, let's do it together! Hehe, win my heart, win my heart!"

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