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The Reaper slowly walked into the room and closed the door to the terrace, keeping the howling cold wind out. But the temperature in the room was much lower than outside www.biquge.info

"Lord Fengyue, it's been a long time. The Grim Reaper smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid you just want to have a cup of tea when you come to the home of a retired old man like me, right?"

He paused, and then said, "Actually, you can come by yourself, why use such a big formation." ”

The Reaper Class couldn't feel the breath of life at all from the three retinues behind Feng Yue. When he closed the door, he secretly sent three wisps of probing Douqi, but as soon as the Douqi approached the three mysterious figures, he was swallowed up by the darkness extending from their black robes, and since then he has been sinking into the sea like a stone, and there has been no news from him.

The Grim Reaper class was speechless at this point, only a wry smile.

The most basic skill of a killer is observation, and the most important thing in observation is to observe and detect the strength of the enemy. The Reaper class has already discovered that any of these three mysterious guys may have no less strength than him.

What's more, there is a wind moon in the room?

Feng Yue said coldly, "Don't you think it's too early for you to retire now? I can prolong your life if you don't cling to a pure human form." ”

While preparing the cup of black tea that had been planned for himself, the Grim Reaper Class slowly replied, "Lord Fengyue, I don't cherish life. The long life was just a heavy burden for me. I love my life now, living a simple life on my meager savings, basking in the sun and looking at the lake every day, reading a novel or poetry by the fireplace when it's cold, and occasionally going to the tavern for a drink. The serenity here allows me to forget the dark world and stay away from the memories of the past. Quietly wait for death to come. Now, that's my only purpose in life. ”

The Reaper class didn't let Fengyue sit, because Fengyue never sat down. He didn't prepare tea for Fengyue and the three mysterious people, none of whom seemed to need anything like that.

"Really?" asked one of the mysterious men, his voice extremely low, hoarse, and indistinct, "and what are these?"

He reached out and patted the wall beside him, and a faint black quickly spread across the entire wall, and then the brick wall collapsed silently, revealing a secret room behind. The Reaper class noticed that peeking out of the sleeves of his wide robe was a dark black armor glove.

The Grim Reaper's pupils shrank slightly.

The chamber is lit up with bright magical lights, and the walls are filled with weapons, armor, and bizarre magical items. These magical equipment are the treasures of the Death Class's life, and they are also his greatest hobby.

Fengyue made a move, and a thin sword in the middle flew into the palm of her hand. This is the thin sword that the Reaper Class has always worn, the sword body is surrounded by a pale gray mist, and if you look closely at the seemingly ordinary blade, you will find that there are countless subtle silk lines of various colors hidden inside.

The Grim Reaper had just put the teacup to his mouth and stood still. His hands trembled incessantly, and his teacup slammed against his teeth. However, he didn't realize it, just stared at Fengyue's hand.

Feng Yue held the hilt of the thin sword with his left hand, and put his right index finger on the blade of the sword, caressing it gently, and the extremely sharp edge couldn't hurt the soft fingers for half a minute!

Feng Yue pointed over, and the gray mist was swept away.

All the magic castes on the sword were erased by Feng Yue's finger like this!

The Reaper Class's face was ashen, and he trembled as he looked at the thin sword that had accompanied him for more than thirty years. The green tendons on his hands appeared and disappeared from time to time, but in the end he just sighed and sat down. In an instant, the Grim Reaper class seemed to be ten years old.

The rapier was made of adamantite gold, Mystra's magical black steel, and several other rare materials, and on the hilt were several Void Gems that could detect the power of death. Even if there is no magical caste, this is a priceless sword in terms of material value alone.

It's just that Fengyue's finger at least erased seventy percent of the true value of this sword.

At this time, the hands of another mysterious man that had been caged in front of his chest slowly opened, and only a deep darkness could be seen in the wide sleeves of his robe. A gust of cold wind poured out from the sleeves of those robes, although the Reaper Class did not have a pair of eyes that could see souls like the necromancer, but he was also a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, and at this moment, he could vaguely tell that countless souls were flying out of those cuffs.

Fengyue stretched out her fingers and volleyed a little, and those souls gathered in front of her fingertips like a tide, condensing into a silver stream of light. Feng Yue tugged at the silver stream of light with her fingertips, writing an intricate talisman in the air. Once the symbol of silver light is written, a layer of purple-blue light emerges on the surface like a thin veil.

As her fingers flew, one after another of silver streams of light formed in the air, azure, earthy yellow, and rose...... Various colors enveloped them in turn, and in the end, there were a total of twelve magic runes, slowly dancing around the wind and moon.

Each talisman exudes a different aura and represents a unique power.

The Reaper Class barely suppressed the shock in his heart, carefully distinguishing the aura of these talismans.

The twelve talismans represent the twelve negative states of weakness, aging, sluggishness, dimness, weariness, poisoning, illusions, artifacts, confusion, rage, law breaking, and oblivion.

Feng Yue's right index finger stroked the blade of the thin sword again, and the talisman that radiated an earthy yellow glow and represented sluggishness seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell on the blade of the thin sword. With a buzz, the thin sword shook suddenly, and the whole body began to shine with an extremely faint earthy yellow light.

The Grim Reaper class stood up suddenly!

As if he couldn't believe what was happening, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them. From then on, his gaze could no longer be separated from the thin sword in Feng Yue's hand that shone with earthy yellow brilliance.

It was already completely dark, there were no lights in the room, only eleven magic talismans and rapiers emitted a faint light of twelve different colors, reflecting the face of the Death Reaper class flickering and darkening. Fengyue and the three mysterious people seemed to have melted into the darkness, and in the middle of the room, only the thin sword proudly existed.

After a long time, the Reaper class finally took his eyes off the rapier and swept it over the eleven talismans one by one.

"This ...... This sword ......" Ban's voice was extremely dry.

"It will soon have a new name. Feng Yue said lightly, and then added: "If I want to ......"

"What's the name?" the Reaper class was extremely nervous, and there was some unbelievable anticipation in them.

Fengyue said slowly: "The ...... of dusk"

“...... Twelve movements!?impossible!" cried out the Grim Reaper.

The Twelve Movements of Dusk, the legendary murder weapon of the dark world, has always been hidden only in the darkness of darkness. The dagger of unknown provenance is said to be subjected to twelve negative states at the same time for each blow it throws. If you are not a strong person at the peak of your strength, or a special being, the chance of resisting twelve different negative energy damage at the same time is almost zero.

Therefore, even the strongest existence will become weakened after being stabbed a few times by the Twelveth of Twilight, even if it is just a cut.

The Twelve Movements of Dusk are the gifts that every killer in the dark world dreams of. But the dagger had not been seen for nearly a hundred years, and it was rumored that it had been destroyed because it was so fierce that it angered the heavens.

But how could the Twelve Movements of Dusk, the lifelong dream of every killer, be so easily reproduced in the hands of Fengyue?

The Reaper Class withdrew his gaze from the thin sword and met Fengyue's silver eyes. He was wondering, Fengyue, what kind of existence is it?

Feng Yue's right hand turned, and the thin sword had already been handed to the hands of the Reaper class. The Reaper Class held the rapier in his hand, stabbed several times with his strength, and finally confirmed that every attack of the rapier at this moment would have a sluggish effect. It's just that the twelve movements of Dusk should be accompanied by twelve negative state attacks, and now it's only one, and it's clear that the process of transforming the Rapier is far from over.

The Grim Reaper's fanatical eyes looked at the eleven talismans still floating in the sky, and they wanted to return the sword to Fengyue. Unexpectedly, Fengyue didn't take it at all, and let the thin sword fall to the ground.

In her left hand, the remaining eleven talismans fell into the white palm of her hand, dissolving into the almost transparent skin like snow into warm water.

"This ......," the Grim Reaper class was stunned.

"I have imprinted the Prologue of Dusk on my sword as compensation for disturbing my class. Let's leave. Fengyue said lightly.

Only then did the Reaper class remember what Fengyue had just said, 'If I want to......' He sat down, his head in his hands, and his hair grabbing wildly. In the blink of an eye, he jumped up again, walking restlessly around the room.

The Reaper tried his best not to look at the thin sword stuck in the ground, but his gaze always involuntarily fell on the blade that glowed with an earthy yellow glow.

If there were twelve kinds of light shining on the sword at the same time, what a glorious and magnificent sight it would be...... The Grim Reaper thought stupidly.

He then cursed himself for his ignorance, and when the twelve movements were played in unison, all earthly splendor would fade away, and the rapier would fall into absolute darkness, reflecting no light. Even the sword-wielder can only grasp the shape of the blade through his own feelings.

"Fengyue! you...... Tell me, what do you have to do to make the twelve movements play in unison?" Death roared, his eyes bloodshot at the beginning.

The corners of Fengyue's mouth seemed to reveal a little smug smile, and she said unhurriedly: "Great music has always been with time. So every month I think back to a piece of music. ”

The Reaper continued to pace in silence, only this time he bumped east and west like a fly without a head. He suddenly stood still, stared at Feng Yue, gritted his teeth and said: "Very good! I'm not retiring, just work hard for you! Isn't it just eleven months, I admit it!"

"Twelve months. Fengyue said, "If you want the rest of the movement, then the first chapter will also count as a month." Of course, Master Ban, you can also continue your retirement life after receiving a few movements. In that case, your sword will be much more powerful. ”

The Grim Reaper snorted heavily. Legend has it that when the 12 movements of Dusk are played in unison, there will be an even more powerful additional ability, but no one can say what this ability is. Even if there were no additional functions for putting together twelve movements, with his fanatical love of artifacts, he would not tolerate a single movement being left out.

The Reaper Ban put the thin sword at his waist, and swam around the small building like a gray shadow, and when he appeared in front of Feng Yue again, he had already returned to his usual dress, carrying a dusty box in his hand, and said hatefully: "I'm ready, I can go! Where are we going?"

Feng Yue smiled faintly and gradually disappeared into the void.

A black-robed mysterious man said slowly in a sonorous sound like metal, "We will take you to the next destination, where we will meet Fengyue." ”

The cyan sky, the sea of clouds like peaks and mountains, and the scenery above the high clouds are still so monotonous. The divine dragon Gregory is following the wind and moon towards the far north.

It increases its speed as much as it can, keeping it close to its limit. Although Gregory's strength is not very good, its speed is already extremely fast, at least it will not make Fengyue angry about it. But the long flight was boring, and the scenery around me was really unimpressive. Gregory, who could not bear the loneliness the most, finally found a suitable topic, and asked: "Master, how do I feel that blessing the twelve movements of Dusk should not be such a simple process?

"Doubled. ”

Gregory immediately came to his senses and was able to find a suitable entry point, sometimes by luck, sometimes by wisdom: "Master, you are great! When the Twelve Movements of Twilight are added to the last chapter, it is a work that only God can do!"

"I can only add to Chapter 5, and the rest will be thought about slowly. Fengyue said lightly.

Gregory was a little dazed by the head-on blow, and he couldn't help asking, "But...... What is going to happen to the Reaper class?"

Feng Yue snorted and said coldly, "him! ”

The sky was still a heavy leaden gray, and vast expanses of snow swirled and fell from the gloomy firmament, endlessly, as if it were going to last until the end of the world. The streets have long been devoid of pedestrians, and thick snow flakes are rapidly accumulating on the ground, making a happy "rustle" sound. However, no matter how cold and harsh the winter in the north is, it can only shake the majesty of the poor. On this snowy night, the most luxurious mansion in the city of Hilde was brightly lit, and the magic device for heating the basement was in full swing, and the whole house was steaming hot and warm from the hall to the inner room.

"Achilles is so arrogant!" Rogge looked furious, patting the edge of the bath hard, startling the young maid who was massaging him.

"He is only stronger, but you are an angel who serves the Lord God, and how much glory in the heavens comes from your wings! If you are the ruler of a kingdom in the world, then Achilles is just a soldier with greater strength. How can he be so arrogant to you?" Rogge was indignant, and finally did not forget to add: "I don't think those people in the church are not religious enough in their beliefs, they only know how to divide according to strength, and they can't see who is really close to the angel of the supreme God. ”

The bath, which can accommodate more than 10 people, occupies half of the room, and is carved into the shape of a leaf from a single piece of green stone from Mt. Alang. At the other end of the large bath, Macbeth was also soaked in hot water, and his muscular body exposed to the water was perfect, completely different from Rogge's white and chubby body.

Macbeth tilted his head and looked at the ceiling through the steam, as if he hadn't heard Rogge's sowing discord.

After a moment, Macbeth closed his eyes and said slowly: "Achilles' power is by no means just stronger, you can't understand his strength yet. Those in the church are not incompetent. At least both the Pope and Augustus have seen the difference in strength between me and Achilles, and they also know that this mission will be completed by Achilles, and I will only be used as an auxiliary. So it's not wrong for them to do this. ”

Rogge disagreed: "The Angels of Light are just powerful creatures, how can they compare to your wisdom, nobility, and holiness? Even in terms of the celestial level, you are far above the Angels of Light." Alas, it's a pity that in this world, power decides everything. That's why the little ones who tend to be inflammatory, will snub you so much. Even if you're just an assistant...... No, Achilles should be supervised, and those fellows in the church should not have given you a single retinue!

Macbeth snorted and didn't speak.

Rogge winked. The two glamorous maids behind Macbeth understood. They removed the large bath towels wrapped around their bodies, quietly slipped into the large bath from left to right, and pasted the ** full of bullet surnames to Macbeth's toned body, and the two pairs of slender hands that were massaging him also quietly sank into the water.

Macbeth was like a statue, motionless. After a long time, he let out a soft breath and opened his eyes. Those blue-gray eyes were clear and transparent, and there was no lust in sight.

Rogge was secretly shocked in his heart.

Macbeth frowned slightly, and said: "The human body is really endless, no wonder those low-level angels will fall one by one." You two get out, I don't need this. The two maids who were pestering him were stunned, but there was unmistakable majesty in Macbeth's voice, so they hurriedly put on their clothes and withdrew.

Macbeth glanced at the maid who was wrapped around Rogge like a water snake, and frowned, "You go out too!" The maid did not dare to disobey, so she had to retreat in a hurry.

Macbeth said: "Rogge, if you want to progress faster in your magic power, you have to restrain your physical **." Although the human body has potential, the corresponding ** is too strong. It is precisely because you can't get rid of the shackles of ** that there will be so few powerful people among you. Otherwise, with the current number of human beings, how could there be only such a small number of powerhouses? Hmph, the Holy Domain, this level of power can actually be admired by tens of thousands of people? It's ridiculous!"

Rogge immediately seized the opportunity to slap the sycophants.

Macbeth was not moved by Rog's sycophants in the slightest, and he continued: "You have arranged for me well these days, and I have a full understanding of this physical **. Rogge, you've proven yourself once again. Your body is subordinate to darkness and death, but you believe in light. The world's understanding of power is still very superficial, they only know that the divine power will automatically fight against the negative forces such as darkness and death, in fact, how can the divine power originating from the heavenly realm be so crude and simple? The divine power is a power above all else, it can not only coexist with the darkness, but also turn the darkness into light. Rogge, do you understand, as long as you are devout in your belief in the Most High God, necromancers are not a point of no return. But if you are still as immersed in ** as you are now, then you can only wait for salvation in the heavenly realm. When I return to the heavenly realm, I will arrange your salvation. But before the redemption, it is best to increase your strength as much as possible, so that after the redemption is completed, you will be able to get more radiance. ”

"Redemption! what a beautiful word!" Rogge admired, but his mood became low in an instant, and he sighed, "But, my body is full of evil powers, will I be redeemed by the heavenly realm?"

Macbeth looked at Rogge and said, "Your power doesn't come from the dark gods, so don't worry. If you can completely transform yourself into a divine caste before Celestial Redemption comes, then I can guarantee that there will be a place for you within the reach of Lord Freyenmere's light!"

Rogge's heart trembled, knowing that the opportunity could not be lost, and immediately asked Macbeth for advice on how to use and transform power.

When it comes to the understanding of divine power, how can those light mages who have studied all their lives be comparable to the high-ranking angels of the heavenly realm?

Time passes imperceptibly, but the temperature of the water in the pool remains constant at all times. The bath reverts to a graceful curve of leaf tips, a trickle of steaming water flows into the pool without interruption, and the petiole at the other end is slightly pressed down to divert excess water. In the water-starved laterite wasteland, such a bathroom can no longer be described as a luxury. But apparently the fat man has been flawless, enjoying the feeling of being comfortable on the body.

"That's pretty much it. Macbeth finally finished explaining the basic use of divine power, but he frowned again and said, "Light and darkness cannot be directly transformed. You'll need to transform the magic of darkness and death into a power between light and darkness, and then into a light caste. In the process, you'll need one thing to convert and store mana. However, there are very few pieces of equipment that can convert power castes, and there are relatively more equipment that stores mana, so you should pay attention. ”

Rogge couldn't fully understand what Macbeth was saying for a while, so he had to memorize it by rote and study it slowly when he had the opportunity to do so. Something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "Lord Macbeth, the chains of order you are saying should be powered by pure divine power, and therefore should only be used to restrain the undead or other creatures composed of the most evil forces. And yet you're using it to bind a normal human!

Macbeth replied lightly, "The Chain of Order is indeed powered by divine power, but when it was cast, it had been transformed into casteless magic by me. My chain of order, not to mention a human, can be restrained even if it is a low-level angel on the other side. Your understanding of power is still too rigid to the pitiful knowledge of humans. ”

Rogge's heart skipped a wild beat. What does it mean to have a chain of order that binds any caste of any race? In the fat man's mind, this is more than a proof of a deep understanding of the use of power!

In a country where most people believe in light, this means planting, blaming, framing, countless unjust cases, and it means that the fat man can stand on the side of faith, morality and light, and in the name of justice, he can dignify and eradicate dissent on the way forward!

Those strong men who can see through Rogge's machinations will never be interested in secular power struggles. And those who can be oppressed or attacked by Rogge with secular power are simply not able to see the power behind the chains of order.

Macbeth stood up from the bath, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled back the thick curtains. The half-blooded sunset shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a large area of golden yellow in the room, and also casting a bright yellow halo over Macbeth's muscular and perfect body.

"Rogge, you don't have to arrange any enjoyment for me in the future, I don't need those. Now what I have to do is to fully master this body so that I can regain my true strength!" Macbeth stood in front of the window, his voice low and melodious, magnetic.

He looked at the rolling clouds like fire for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed like water, and it turned out that the two talked about it, and before they knew it, a day and a night had passed.

Outside the window, the snow has stopped at the beginning, and it is dusk again.

(To be continued)