Chapter 7 Holy Child Rogge's spiritual power had dried up, and the whole person was in a drowsiness, and everything in front of him was blurring and shaking.

In a trance, he seemed to see the mysterious black-haired Odrech reappear in front of him again. It's still the gray robe, it's still the silver eyes. The white and tender bare feet that once caused him to be the deepest part of his heart were also in front of him.

It's just that for some reason, this time Audrech didn't exude the coercion that had made Rogge tremble, but looked a little weak.

There was a great pain in Rog's head, his brows furrowed, and everything in front of him began to shake again. Suddenly, a long-suppressed flame rose from the deepest part of his soul, and he was ...... He threw himself on the body of God, which is not to be blasphemed!

Rogge suddenly felt that the whole world had become very strange.

His sluggish mind could not understand why he dared to act so badly towards the goddess, knowing that his fear of Audrech could no longer be described as fearful.

But what is even more strange is that Audrech is not only not as angry as he imagined, but is avoiding it in a little panic. And her dodging movements weren't so hard to catch, they didn't look like a god's reaction at all.

Could it be that behind the endless coercion, this is the true strength of God?" Rogge couldn't help but think. But now he had a terrible headache, and he didn't have time to think about what would happen to the goddess Audrech if he angered him.

The blasphemers who have been documented in history have had strange ends. There are those who are nailed to the mountain and let the birds of prey suck their internal organs but do not die for thousands of years, there are those who wail forever in the flames of lava, and there are those whose bloodlines are cursed by the gods, and whose descendants have suffered from generations to generations, and who will never stop atoning for the sins of their ancestors.

And what about Rogge? What about him?

Not only did he have ill intentions towards the goddess, but he also behaved in a way that was disrespectful to the goddess.

What's more, he turned out to be ...... Caught one of the goddess's bare feet!

Is this true? Rogge himself didn't believe it! He shook his head vigorously before he was slightly out of his dizziness and stared in.

The room was empty, and there was no trace of Audrech's arrival.

"Was it all a hallucination?" Rogge couldn't help but think.

At this moment, he had regained consciousness, and when he looked around, there was no one in the room except for the still sleeping Wind Butterfly. Obviously, there would be no one to answer the doubts in his mind.

But the cold and slippery feeling still lingered in his palm, as if to remind him that everything just now might not be a dream. When I thought of the snow-like feet under the gray robe, the fat man who was already close to collapse had even more crispy bones.

It seems that the only way to find out what had just happened is to go to the Eye of Wisdom and use Mora to check with Audrech. But the fat man was a thief, and no matter how bold he was, he did not dare to ask Odrech about it.

Extremely weak, Rogge began to meditate. Without the support of his huge spiritual power, he can now be said to be extremely vulnerable. Meditation doesn't increase the speed of his mental power recovery, but with the addition of mana, Rog will regain a lot of combat ability.

When the wind butterfly woke up, Rogge had already finished meditating.

The elf jumped lightly from the white jade platform, and when she landed, her slender and delicate body brought a gentle tremor of the whole room. Wind Butterfly and Rogge were stunned for a moment. Rogge reached out and grabbed Wind Butterfly's slender waist and hugged her.

The elf's body was still as light as if it were weightless, and could almost dance in Rog's palm.

"Wind Butterfly, how are you feeling now?"

Feng Die's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said, "I don't know either." But I'm conscious now, and I don't seem to have forgotten anything. At this, a blush suddenly crossed her face.

Rogge smiled and said, "That's good! We'll go back to Oracle City in a few days, and you can get used to your new body and strength during this time." When we get out of the City of Oracles, it's time to go to Yanjing and have a good fight with the druids. ”

A miniature storm suddenly erupted around the Wind Butterfly, and the outline of the dark coat of arms began to faintly appear on her beautiful face, and a faint dark red appeared in her eyes.

Rogge hurriedly shouted: "Wind Butterfly! You must learn to control your emotions from now on, especially hatred and hatred! You are lucky to keep your sanity clear, and don't let the curse power dominate your soul again!"

A look of struggle appeared on Feng Die's face, and after several repetitions, she finally suppressed the surging hatred in her body, and the dark crest gradually disappeared. She let out a long breath and trembled and sweated like rain.

Rog smiled, put a robe on Windbutterfly, and walked out of the magic lab where he had been in for days.

The Eye of Wisdom is a magnificent presence in Dresden's main hall, and every night, the illuminated basilica is magnificent and majestic, and has become one of the most famous sights in Dresden.

At this moment, groups of high-ranking clergy were walking out of the main hall in groups of three or five, ready to go back to rest. The Vespers ceremony that had just ended on a grand scale had made each of them very tired. It was not only physical tiredness, but also extreme mental malaise. The clergy didn't know why the Holy Mora had suddenly summoned them for such a ceremony, but the signs that Mora was a sorcerer had become more and more apparent, and there were even believers who believed that she was close to being the goddess's spokesperson in the mortal world, so no one would question Mora's decision now.

Mora is now the only one in the prayer room of the Eye of Wisdom. She knelt silently in front of the flame, unsure of what she was talking to the goddess. Mora's hair was pulled up high, revealing the back of her slender neck.

She was like a swan before God, graceful and beautiful.

The flames on the altar danced, and the majestic voice was engraved directly in Mora's heart. She wrote down the oracle of the goddess attentively, and then hurried out of the prayer room, and hurried to the Grand Duke's palace with a few servants.

High in the sky, Fengyue was looking at the priests who had dispersed in twos and threes and the departing Holy Lady Mora. In those silver eyes, these weak mental states were clearly reflected. Clearly, they could no longer afford another prayer service.

Feng Yue sighed wistfully and looked around, the silver light in her eyes began to fluctuate very regularly.

The moonlight darkened.

Within a radius of five hundred kilometers from Dresden, slightly more powerful creatures felt a chill pass through the depths of their souls. They immediately followed the instinctive guidance, crawled out of their hiding places, and fled in the direction of the wind and moon as if they were desperate.

A dark shadow was flying over Dresden. As if he had suddenly realized something, he froze and rushed towards the dense dwellings below. However, Fengyue had already appeared in front of him, and those expressionless silver eyes were staring at him.

The black shadow was not small, he immediately changed direction, and wanted to escape.

The strength of the black shadow is extraordinary, unpredictable and fast between advances and retreats. However, in this world, it is not impossible to compare the speed with the wind and the moon, but there is no one in Dresden now.

Every time, Fengyue would appear in front of the black shadow and intercept him.

The black shadow finally froze in the air, silently drawing its thin sword, the body of which writhed like a living snake.

"Lord Fengyue, long time no see, hehe, long time no see. His dry laughter was unpleasant.

Feng Yue stared at the Death Class, the silver glint in her eyes flashed, as if she was hesitating about something.

The Reaper Class's heart jumped a few times, and it was still calm on the surface, and said, "Lord Fengyue, although we had a grudge in the past, it is not yet time to take revenge, at least we have to wait until we solve the common enemy, right?" ”

Fengyue hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and disappeared into the void.

Elder Hughes slammed the book in his hand and poured a glass of wine for the Reaper class who had just entered through the window. The Grim Reaper class was not polite to him, and directly grabbed a drink of it, and then let out a sigh of relief and scolded: "This Fengyue is really a madman!"

Xius smiled and said, "Didn't you just fight with Lord Fengyue?"

The Grim Reaper snorted, and said with a clear lack of confidence: "This...... But speaking of which, although she is not from our world, she comes and goes, and there is no sign at all between appearing, which is really elusive. Needless to say, her speed is worse than mine in strength, and she still has to fight at that time. But when I see her tonight, her strength is no worse than mine...... Uh-huh....... ah...... What's more, I always feel that something is wrong with her tonight, so it's better not to have a conflict with her. ”

Hughes laughed, "The most important thing for a killer is to be intuitive. Lord Ban's intuition is so accurate, no wonder he is a strong man who dominates the dark world, haha! In fact, Lord Fengyue's way of coming and going is no more suitable for sneak attacks, and it is impossible to prevent it! Therefore, it is not a good thing to provoke Lord Fengyue. By the way, I guess you also know the news that someone is going to challenge the Silver Dragon King recently, right? I just learned that the challenger is likely to be Lord Fengyue. ”

The face of the Grim Reaper became more and more ugly, and he muttered, "Crazy, all crazy!"

Xiusi lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "Especially during this time, you can't provoke Lord Fengyue...... I heard that she was hungry now, so she was in a very bad mood......"

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Even the city of oracles will not be at peace on this noisy night.

The hall where Amoros was imprisoned shook incessantly, and Ammor's roar and roar could be heard from a distance.

Inside the main hall, several elven mages stared nervously at Amoro, who was frantically struggling. Countless thorns crumbled tightly, and hundreds of thorns had been broken in Amoro's incessant roar.

"What should I do, do you want to increase the range of power extraction?" The elven mage led by him was extremely nervous and asked for the advice of his colleagues. After all, the strong men followed Rogge to Dresden, and once Amoro really broke free, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Oracle City.

"Fools, what to do?" Amoro suddenly roared, "Activate the invisible magic and cover the entire city!"

The elven mage was stunned, these suggestions shouldn't have come out of Amoro's mouth anyway.

A strange feeling suddenly passed through the main hall, and several elven mages shrank on the spot, unconscious.

The gray-robed and black-haired Fengyue was drifting in from the entrance of the main hall, rising upward, and finally standing in front of Amoro. This time, a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The huge and hideous Amoro had completely lost his arrogance at this moment, and it said in a low voice: "Powerful otherworldly existence, your strength is enough to impress a high-level demon like me. I am willing to make a soul contract with you from now on, according to the tradition of the Demon Realm, it is also an honor to be able to serve the strong......"

Fengyue ignored it.

In the next moment, the magical brilliance of the entire Oracle City was extinguished.

At this moment in the Grand Duke's Mansion, the fat man with a weak heart did not dare to look at the holy and solemn Mora opposite, he could only wait for Mora to explain his intentions.

"Coming?" Rogge was taken aback, but Mora hadn't come to hold himself accountable for his blasphemy, but he was relieved of a concern.

"Yes. Mora nodded, "The oracle says that success requires a gifted and goddess-like baby. I thought about it, but only Lord Rogge had the ability to complete this oracle of the goddess, so I came overnight. ”

This is indeed Rogge's strength.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It is difficult to see whether the baby is gifted or not, and it is even more difficult to say whether it is in line with the goddess's wishes. So it's definitely not okay to pick less. This is not a difficult thing to do, since there is no time requirement in the oracle, we must be fully prepared, and strive to get thousands of more baby girls to pick and choose for the goddess. ”

Mora reminded Rogge, "The oracle only says that it is a baby, not a baby girl. ”

Rogge glanced at Mora meaningfully, and said, "Since you are a goddess, of course you have to choose a baby girl." ”

(To be continued)