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"Is there anything else besides?" Mora asked, puzzled. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info watery soft eyes revealed a trace of confusion, and looked at Rogge incomprehensibly.

"Of course!" The fat man smiled and said slowly, "This is how we should design the new position of the church, especially the extremely important position of ice and snow mage. For those who are bent on achieving magical things, the Ice Mage should be their gateway to the wider magical world, and for those who come from humble backgrounds, the Ice Mage is a shortcut to power, power, and wealth. And for the children of the nobility, the Ice Mage should be a bargaining chip for them to improve their status. What about us? The number of mages means whether the Holy Religion shines brightly. In fact, the same is true for the Ice Temple Samurai. ”

Mora frowned slightly, still confused, and said, "I understand a little. But it's a bit difficult to fit so many things into one Ice Mage's identity. ”

"Then why not break down this identity into two, or even three new identities? Rogge is teaching him like a child.

Mora's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "I understand." ”

Rogge stood up, smiled approvingly, and said, "It's good that you understand." It's time for me to go, and I think we're going to be very, very busy for the next time. ”

Mora stood still, without the slightest intention of giving it. Since entering the Ice and Snow Temple, she has never sent Rog out. Rog didn't care, and walked straight outside the prayer room, but as he passed Mora's side, one of his hands silently touched Mora's upright buttocks.

Mora smiled faintly, and stood still, not moving, but Rog's unscrupulous hand was halfway stretched out when there was a click on it, and a thick layer of cold ice formed on it. The fat man had a slight strength in his hand, and he blew up the ice when he landed. His hand castrated unabated, and when it was about to land on Mora's pretty buttocks, it suddenly froze there.

Mora's eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and Sakura's lips opened slightly, facing Rogge. She looks like a beautiful woman in the middle of spring. But what Rogge saw between her two cherry lips was a tiny ice storm of devastating power!

The fat man smiled, withdrew his hand, gave Mora a meaningful look, and then walked out of the door.

As the heavy door of the prayer room slowly closed, Mora's lips flashed with a triumphant smile for the first time, but this smile had barely floated from under the ice, and suddenly there was a snap in the room, and her buttocks had been slapped hard.

Mora's smile froze instantly!

She didn't look around looking for someone who had insulted her. This slap on the buttocks is fascinated, and it is pinched after the shot, this kind of slap does not need to be proven, it must have been done by Rogge, not to mention that the faint smug laughter from outside the door also confirmed this.

Mora was furious and let the dead fat man get away with it! Listening to the dead fat man's annoying laughter, she longed to cut off the unruly thief's hand. However, the rising anger was gradually replaced by incomprehension.

Looking at the closed door, Mora fell into deep thought. She really couldn't figure out whether her own feelings just now were behind time, or if Rog's shot was behind time.

As the winter drew to a close, the entire Asrofik Empire suddenly became busy. After an offensive throughout the winter, Pompey finally routed the main enemy forces. Now on the long southeastern border of the empire, at this moment, tens of thousands of remnants of defeated troops from more than a dozen large and small countries can only trap the last few strongholds, and defeat is only a matter of time before they fall. Although Pompey lost all his force, the demeanor of this generation of famous generals has not diminished in the slightest. Although he did not rely on the power of many powerful men who had never seen before like Rogge, and wiped out the enemy in one fell swoop with the momentum of ten thousand jun, he fought steadily with superior forces, won every battle, and did not give the enemy a chance to turn the tables. When it comes to the ability to use soldiers, Pompey is no worse than Rogge, and even surpasses it.

The overall situation of the southeast front was certain, and Pompey immediately rushed back to Yanjing. Two days later, Alexander returned to Yanjing with the 100,000 troops of the Ice Legion and the 300,000 dwarven slaves. As soon as the two famous generals returned to Yanjing, Rogge immediately visited each other, and Mora accompanied him.

The contents of these two secret meetings and whether the three of them reached any secret agreements are not known to outsiders, but what happened next caused a big sensation in Yanjing.

Alexander's three sons and one daughter, as well as Pompey's son and daughter, who were not yet fifteen years old, joined the Silver Cult's Order of Ice and Snow Mages, receiving magical instruction and being baptized by the goddesses. This matter immediately attracted the attention of all the great nobles of the empire. All kinds of inside information about the Ice and Snow Mage Troupe, through morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and other channels, instantly spread like a spark to the entire upper class of Richelieu society in one day.

The original Ice Mage Regiment has been divided into three parts, of which the official Ice Mage is still the main body. These mages possess expensive standard magical equipment, access to magical texts in the temple library, and have very good salaries. And it won't be long before a huge magic lab will be built for them to experiment with magic.

A very limited number of mages from the official Ice and Snow Mages were singled out to form the Sacred Secret Magic Order. The Virgen Mora will personally instruct the members of the Arcane Order, leading them to perceive the divine powers of the Goddess. Almost everyone who has even the slightest knowledge of the wizarding world will understand what it means to be a magician. Compared to the small power of mortals, the power of the gods is as vast as the ocean! Those who can use the power of the gods will master the magic that belongs only to the gods they believe, and their power will grow at a much faster rate than that of mages of the same age.

Judging from the purpose of the Sacred Secret Order, this can almost be called a training camp for magicians!

Can a sorcerer be trained too? This is something that has never been heard of in the magically backward northern country. But in any case, becoming a magician is an irresistible temptation for any magician.

This news was accompanied by the re-acquaintance of the Yanjing nobles with the Holy Mora. Beautiful, holy and weak, religious in faith, this is the impression that most people have of her. In the patriarchal northern kingdom, most men subconsciously think that Mora is just a weak woman with no strong personal strength. It is also true that she has never displayed any spells in front of outsiders. Perhaps it was for this reason that there were so many people in the Silver Holy Sect who dared to stand up against her.

It's just that these people are now realizing how wrong they were. Everyone knows the power of a sorcerer, so what about a saint who can guide others to become sorcerers?

The largest number of Ice Mages, and perhaps the most influential, are the Reserve Mages. In addition to not having the expensive standard magic equipment of a regular mage, and not having any salary, the preparatory mages receive the same magical instruction as the formal ice mages, except that they have to pay a large fee for the magical instruction. And best of all, there is no limit to the number of pre-mages and no minimum mana requirement!

What does this mean?

All the great nobles figured this out almost as soon as they heard the news. This means that any noble child with a prominent background can become a preparatory mage and receive training in magic! There is no clear requirement to become a preparatory mage, but in the eyes of these long-standing political nobles, this is the requirement: whether or not to allow their son and nephew to become a preparatory mage depends on whether the upper echelons of the Silver Holy Sect are happy or not.

Alexander's son, who already had a high level of magical attainment, was sent directly to the Sacred Secret Order to be instructed by Mora, while the other son and daughter became official ice mages. Alexander's youngest son and Pompey's son and daughter were still young and had almost no magical foundation, and they became preparatory mages.

The shocking news is like a huge wave rushing into the sky, wave after wave, wave after wave. People have not yet recovered from this wave of news, and they are shocked to hear another wave of news: the person in charge of guiding the magic of the children of these two famous generals is Floya, who has just taken over the position of head of the Ice and Snow Mage Regiment!

One by one, gossip circulated among the nobility. It is said that for the sake of the high position of the head of the Ice and Snow Mage Regiment, a magic duel was secretly held within the Silver Holy Sect. At that time, this beautiful and peerless mage came suddenly, and just between talking and laughing, countless powerful magic surged out from the hands of that pair of Lan Xian, like a raging storm, and in the blink of an eye, the three famous Yanjing great magicians were drowned.

After winning three games in a row, no one ever came down to challenge Floya, so the Ice Mage Regiment ushered in the youngest and most beautiful leader in its centuries-old history.

In the nascent Silver Saint Sect, there were suddenly two more peerless beauties, Mora and Floya, which immediately made all the young nobles in Yanjing feel excited! They flocked to the Ice and Snow Grand Temple, asking to join the Ice and Snow Mage Troupe, and if they didn't have magical talent, they asked to become an Ice Temple Warrior.

Although the Ice Temple Samurai is not as hard to find as the Ice Mage, it is not easy to join. It is rumored that the Silver Cult is home to several mysterious instructors of extraordinary strength, and those high-ranking Ice Hall Terror Knights who are religious enough will have the opportunity to receive their personal guidance.

Since there are only a few people who practice magic after all, most of the children of the nobility still choose martial arts. So for a few days, rumors about the Ice Temple Samurai have been increasing. A new rumor is that a mysterious instructor has finally appeared in the Holy Cult to instruct dozens of Ice Temple warriors in their martial arts. The Ice Palace's Terror Knight must have at least Rank 10 Fighting Qi, and the way this instructor with a noble and handsome face with a huge giant hammer in his hand taught was to let all the Terror Knight Warriors besiege him!

As a result of the siege, within a few minutes, all the Ice Temple Terror Knights were knocked to the ground, temporarily incapacitated.

The mysterious instructor floated away with his hammer in his hand, not saying a word the whole time.

Powerful, noble and handsome, cold and cool, and mysterious, this has fulfilled all the dreams of aristocratic girls. The martial arts of the northern country are strong, so in addition to the many noble youths, there are many more girls who ask to join the Ice Temple warriors.

Unlike these hot-blooded young men and the small nobles of power, the real ministers of the empire were thinking about other news.

It is not surprising that the news of the discovery of orcs in the central mountain range has long spread among the ministers. However, to their surprise, in order to defend against the threat of orcs, the Empire decided to take most of the land of the Duchy of Arei and part of the Duchy of Leighton under the direct jurisdiction of the Empire, and at the same time build several military fortresses around the central mountain range and garrison them with 50,000 troops. With 50,000 well-trained troops plus strong fortresses, and a combined army of 100,000 from the two principalities, it was enough to defend against the orcs.

The problem is that Kerry is no more, Rogge is one of the most powerful people in the empire at the moment, and now his territory has been reduced to one-third of its original size, and the food produced in the territory is only enough to feed 50,000 troops at most. Could it be that after Straw, Rogge is also going to lose power?

Just seeing the momentum of the Silver Holy Sect like Zhongtian, and seeing Pompey and Alexander's actions of sending their children to the Silver Holy Sect, these powerful ministers have already faintly smelled a kind of transaction.

In order to feed the imperial army that had not yet reached the border, the emperor ordered that grain be collected from the border provinces and sent to the Duchy of Aray first. Until the arrival of the Imperial army, the frontier is temporarily defended by the troops of the Duchy of Are. This is actually equivalent to solving the problem of food shortage in the Principality of Are. It's just that a few days before the emperor gave the order, a large amount of grain had been shipped to the Duchy of Alei. This credit naturally has to be credited to the elf killers.

Next, Rogge was relieved of his duties on the Southeast Front, and all the legions under his command were taken over by Pompey, and the New Poseidon Legion was merged. The original Tidal Corps has disappeared into the long river of history.

This series of drastic changes is tantamount to a series of political earthquakes, which violently shake the power structure of the entire empire. Just when some unknown officials stepped up their distancing from Rogge, several discerning ministers quietly visited Rogge and expressed their congratulations. The fat man is not frightened and takes everything calmly. He was busy designing and perfecting the structure of the Silver Holy Sect almost every day, preparing for the unity of the two religions. Mora, on the other hand, organized a large number of scholars, historians, philosophers, and theologians to begin compiling the canon of the goddess, which was a huge project that would take more than ten years, but all the fat man and Mora cared about was to clarify the core principles of the canon, which did not take much time.

On a winter's morning, another piece of news shook the Empire's government and the opposition, and the Eye of Wisdom and the Silver Cult officially announced that the Goddess of Ice and Snow was the goddess of the Eye of Wisdom's faith, Audreh, and that the two Sects would officially merge into one in a month.

By this time, the Eye of Wisdom had grown to nearly a million believers. The Temple of the Goddess of Nature, which is far away from the Great Temple of Ice and Snow, has been given to the Eye of Wisdom by the Emperor and changed to the Great Temple of Wisdom dedicated to the goddess Audrech. The Silver Holy Cult has more than three million followers in the entire Asrofik Empire, and countless children of nobles serve in the church.

The integration of the two religions will immediately produce a huge church with 4 million believers, 100 mages, and 1,000 elite warriors, and many nobles with real power will send their children to serve in the church or receive training. And countless rumors are alluding to the fact that in addition to the most dazzling Floya and Mora, there are many powerful people hidden in the church. Such a church has surpassed the Silver Holy Sect and the Cloud Night City of the previous generation, and has the strength to influence the political situation of the empire.

In this turbulent season, an event that should have been the most important event in the imperial political arena can only become a dispensable episode. The Emperor announced that he would execute the imprisoned former Imperial Prime Minister Straw three days later on charges of colluding with the devil in an attempt to disadvantage the imperial family.

Three days later, Richelieu, the gray lead cloud was like a curtain covering the sky, densely enveloping the entire Yanjing sky, and the cold wind as sharp as a blade and as powerful as a tiger could not shake it at all. I only saw this lead cloud, like a huge wave that kept rolling, thickening layer by layer, approaching layer by layer, stranded in the sky above this Yanjing, filling this piece of heaven and earth, and overwhelming people.

Before dawn, dozens of the most powerful high-ranking officials of the empire had already arrived at the execution ground and sat in the seats that had been arranged for them. Sitting on the central throne is naturally Feuerbach the Great. Rogge's seat was next to the left of the Emperor, while Alexander and Pompey were seated to the right. The old manager looked like a rickety who could not overcome the cold, and stood listlessly behind the emperor. Directly behind the emperor are hundreds of fierce imperial palace guards.

Perhaps inherited from the Church of Light, the charges of collusion with the devil are generally punishable at the stake. It was only in the mind of Straw's contribution to the empire that Feuerbach the Great was particularly gracious, and this time he ended Straw's life with only a glass of poisoned wine.

The execution ground was very vast, surrounded by heavily armed Janissaries. In the center of the execution ground was a long black table, on which was a sterling silver tray, and in the crystal cup on the plate was a glass full of red wine. Straw's tall, thin figure immediately appeared in the execution ground. The former prime minister of the empire looks calm and chic, and his demeanor is still the same. He walked alone to the long table, looked at the crystal glass, sighed, and slowly reached for the crystal goblet containing the deadly liquor.

At this moment, Rogge's face suddenly changed slightly, and he looked to the side of the execution ground.

"Don't!" With a crisp and desolate shout, a pretty figure rose from the direction Rogge was looking, leapfrogged over the spears raised in the hands of the Praetorian Guards, and pounced on Straw in the center of the execution ground.

As soon as Straw heard the shout, his face immediately changed greatly, and he shouted anxiously: "Serena!

It's just too late. The well-trained Praetorian Guards parted like a tidal wave, retreated, and closed again, easily encircling Serena in the center. The girl held a long sword in her hand, and rushed towards Straw as if she were madly blocking the countless war spears around her. It's just that her martial arts skills are really limited, and she can't break through the defense line formed by the Praetorian Guard.

Rogge wordlessly looked at the girl who was dancing with her life in the jungle of war spears.

I haven't seen her for a long time, but she has grown taller, matured, and more beautiful. But the usual bright and sunny smile on her face had long since been replaced by deep sadness and despair, and her eyes, which were as bright as stars in the past, were also clouded with sorrow, and her expression was no longer bright.

On that day, Serena's words flashed back to his heart, "If in the near future, my father loses power, I hope you can continue our ...... Marriage ......"

At this moment, the eyes of the girl who was struggling swept across the main stage. She saw Rogge.

The girl, who was already in tears, suddenly smiled. She smiled at Rogge, she smiled as bright as the morning light, and the beauty of that moment seemed to light up the entire execution ground!

It was the last smile she left for Rogge.

Rogge shuddered slightly in his heart. A faint, indescribable feeling mixed with sadness, pity, and pain, came flooding up, choking in my heart, but the desire to speak had stopped.

Straw grabbed the crystal cup, fell to his knees at Feuerbach, and shouted, "Your Majesty!

Before the cry fell, he raised his glass and drank it down!

Alcohol is extremely poisonous. As soon as he hit his throat, Straw turned pale, maintained a drinking posture, and never moved again.

Rogge turned his head slightly and looked at Feuerbach the Great, his mouth slightly open, but still closed.

Looking at the girl in the fight, Feuerbach the Great shook his head slowly. The Praetorian Guard general, who stood behind the Emperor, gave the final order in a loud voice.

So countless Praetorian Guard soldiers shouted in unison, and gathered in the center like a rising tide, and dozens of war guns had broken through the girl's weak sword dance in an instant, and hit her!

Time froze for a moment when it was imperceptible, and then a bright red flower bloomed in this gray world...... Rogge's face remained calm, and like the other ministers, the scene in front of him did not even weaken his smile. However, his tail finger with a huge jade ring trembled slightly, and the jade ring collided with the armrest of the high-backed chair, making a soft click.

Feuerbach the Great waved his hand again. The Praetorian Guard divided several soldiers and carried the girl's body down. So in this world made entirely of gray, there is a fluttering red.

Like the other ministers, Rog watched the girl's body being carried away, and slowly turned his head, and at this moment, the light in his eyes lit up slightly. He had sensed that there was a person hiding on the other side of the execution ground!

The feeling of this breath is very familiar, it is Sue. She was originally very good at hiding, perhaps because she was in too agitated mood, and her breath leaked slightly. But there are many strong people on the execution ground, and this insignificant mistake is enough to give her life.

Rogge sighed in his heart, he could sense Sue's breath, so it was impossible for the old manager Sara Wenge not to know. The fat man's heart suddenly moved slightly, and it was impossible for the old manager to think that he would not notice it.

So he turned his head and pretended to glance at the old steward by accident. Sarawenge still stood there limply, like an old man with dull senses, unresponsive.

At this moment, Sue's aura had disappeared.

Feuerbach the Great stood up and was the first to leave. A group of powerful ministers followed him from afar. Although these powerful ministers all hold great power and are usually majestic, they are all figures who call for wind and rain in the empire, but at this moment, in front of Feuerbach the Great, who is famous for his iron-blooded murderous appetite, everyone is silent. Only the Great Emperor was the only source of their authority, majesty, status, and wealth. That's the truth about rights.

Looking at the back of the Great Emperor in front of him, Rogge sighed secretly. At least in the near future, the source of his authority will no longer be this moody and unfathomable emperor.

Rogge suddenly remembered that the dark aura he sensed in the Imperial Palace was not the same as Casinalas, the projection of the Abyss Lord that Straw worshipped, but it was indeed very similar. The dark forces behind the two must have an inexplicably close relationship. But why did the Emperor hate Straw so much that he had to put him to death? Could it be that there was a struggle between the dark gods that could not be reconciled? But it may not be surprising to think that it is between the human races of the same faith, for a little profit, and when blood brothers fight to the death.

Rogge knew that he still knew too little about the world. He looked forward to the day when he would be able to turn the third page of the Book of Shiloh.

A month passed in a blink of an eye. Winter has passed, and spring has just arrived. The whole Richelieu began to change from the monotonous appearance of being a smashing shut-up, and gradually became more colorful. The bare branches of that season had faintly sprouted some buds, revealing a hint of greenery, warming Richelieu's frozen heart. During the hottest part of the day, there are also signs of ice and snow blooming.

The day has finally arrived.

On this day, the thin clouds that had shrouded Richelieu for a whole winter finally dispersed, and the bright morning light returned to Yanjing, which had been lost for a long time. In fact, the clouds were still there, and the clear sky was only over Richelieu. All the lead clouds above Yanjing reluctantly retreated to the side in front of the terrifying magical power.

As soon as the morning light lit up Yanjing, thousands of devotees had already gathered in the square in front of the Ice and Snow Temple, looking up in awe at the statue of the goddess who had just been unveiled.

The face of the goddess has been revealed, and there are seven points similar to Fengyue and three points the same as Wella.

I don't know when the goddess statue began to flow like water from top to bottom, and the faint but irreversible divine power has quietly enveloped the audience.

There were already 5,000 heavily armed Janissaries lined up in the square to maintain order, and a wide avenue was left in the middle of the square. However, their worries were obviously unnecessary, although there were tens of thousands of believers in the square, they all looked up at the statue of the goddess without a word, and the whole square was silent and orderly, and there was no need for the Praetorian Guards to maintain it. It was still very early in the morning, but the devotees had already filled the square, and the later devotees had to stand on the street where they could see the statue of the goddess, expressing their devotion with their eyes.

On the other side of Yanjing, in front of the Temple of the Former Goddess of Nature, it is a gathering place for the followers of the Former Wisdom Eye. Although their number was far less than that of the Silver Holy Sect, there were still tens of thousands of followers who had received the news and had arrived from the south of the empire.

When the morning sun jumped out of the horizon, suddenly a hundred horns sounded in unison!

A moment later, surrounded by a large army of iron horsemen, Feuerbach the Great came dressed and riding his horse. Behind him, followed by all the powerful ministers of the empire who were qualified to attend such an occasion. The Emperor took the lead, galloped past the center of tens of thousands of believers, came to the high seat that had been prepared for him, and dismounted and sat down.

When everyone was seated, the giant bell of the Ice and Snow Great Temple finally rang, and each melodious bell rang throughout Yanjing, and with the sound of the bell, the whole body of the Ice and Snow Great Temple began to emit bursts of brilliance. Hymns composed of countless deep male voices also poured out of the Great Temple, like a tide of countless hidden undercurrents, repeatedly washing over the hearts of believers.

As the hymn became more and more exciting, so did the splendor of the temple. These brilliances are like substance, turning into strips of light, circling upwards around the temple, and when they reach a certain height, they transform into countless rain-like petals, slowly falling.

It is impossible to tell whether the hymn illuminates the light or the brilliance that leads the hymn.

But the tide of the hymn is surging! The waves are getting higher and higher, and they are constantly beating at the hearts of all those who have set up in the depths of their souls.

In the prayer room behind the Ice and Snow Temple, Eiffel was standing in the middle of a magic array, bursts of intense divine brilliance gushing out of her body, and a pale golden wind flew in the light. She held a piece of parchment with strong magical powers. After looking at the parchment, Eiffel took a deep, deep breath.

The angry tide has turned into a tsunami! At this moment, a female voice that was clear enough to pierce the golden cracked stone suddenly sounded in the heavens and the earth!

At this moment, the divine brilliance broke free from all shackles and suddenly flourished!

Against the backdrop of the majestic bass hymn, the aria hymn of the female voice is like a phoenix that has finally spread its wings, hovering, flying higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye it has rushed to the ninth night.

The defenses of all believers were shattered at this moment.

As if hearing the call of the believers, a heavy coercion quietly enveloped the audience, and the eyes of the goddess gradually lit up, with a cold indifference to all things in the world.

At this moment, the huge white bronze gate of the Ice and Snow Great Temple, which was twenty meters high, slowly opened, and a cloud of divine light that had been suppressed for a long time and was like a cloud of fog gushed out. Under the shroud of clouds and mist, the group slowly walked down the stairs.

The first was Rog, dressed in an ivory-white robe with a neckline and chest decorated with intricate pale gold patterns, and a scepter inscribed with a hymn to the gods, the crystal of which now swirled in a tiny blizzard.

Behind Rogge were Mora and Floya, followed by four magicians, a hundred ice mages, and the church's high-ranking clergy.

At this moment, there was nothing in Rogge's eyes except for the huge statue of the goddess who was also silently staring at him.

He descended step by step, came to the statue of the goddess, looked up to the sky, and slowly raised his arms. Waves of silver light poured out from under the holy robe, and with the support of this brilliance, Rogge rose.

The hymn has reached its peak, and the hymn still lingers in the air after the last soul-chilling high note.

All the clouds of brilliance were concentrated in front of the statue of the goddess, and finally turned into an incomparably strong light! At this moment, there was nothing between heaven and earth except a vast white light.

When the brilliance dissipated, there was already a beautiful figure in the air that was purely condensed by the brilliance, with wings on its back, like glass. That peerless demeanor, that supreme majesty, in an instant, has made all believers know that this is the goddess of ice and snow, this is Odrech, this is the god who will bathe all beings with the light of the gods!

Rogge in the air took a deep look at Audrech condensed by the Holy Radiance in front of him, and then bowed his body respectfully. There was a dazzling light between her hands, and for a moment, no one could see through this intense light to see what was in the light.

She slowly placed that little bit of light on Rogge's head.

At that moment, had anyone seen his trembling clearly?

At that moment, did anyone ever hear that sigh?

Maybe someone sees it, maybe someone hears it, but at that moment, it has been carried away by the torrent of time in the blink of an eye, and there is no return.

The next moment, the light dissipated, and Rog stood expressionless in the air, with a high crown woven of thin white gold silk on his head, and in the center of the high crown was the symbol of Odrech, a headless angel against the background of the golden cross.

He walked slowly through the air. With each step, a ladder condensed by the Holy Light would appear under Rogge's feet, steadily covering his body. It wasn't until he reached the top of the square that he stopped, looking down at the countless worshippers standing below.

Rog volleyed the scepter in his hand, and a staircase of light stretched through the air until it reached Mora. She held a silver-sealed canon in her hand, climbed the stairs, and deferentially half-knelt in front of Rogge, offering the canon in front of Rogge.

Rogge reached for the canon and placed it on his chest. Mora retreated from the Stairs of Radiance.

Rog looked around and spoke slowly, his voice low and majestic, echoing not only over the entire Ice and Snow Temple, but also around the Temple of Wisdom.

"The light and grace of God will be upon everyone. Before the Most High Goddess, all believers are equally humble, and I am no different from you. ”

The believers listened intently, they knew that this was the oracle of the goddess passed down by Rog, so they were afraid of missing a single detail, a note.

Rogge paused, and then said slowly: "The true honest one, in the next life, will be bathed in the light of the goddess, and will forever stand in the kingdom of the gods on the other side of fate!"

The Emperor was slightly surprised, and he frowned slightly, pondering the true meaning of this doctrine.

After a pause, Rogge proclaimed the last doctrine: "Faith is the bridge to the other side." As long as you believe, you can build your own bridge. It is only by faith that you will have that bridge!"

Rogge then moved forward with his scepter, and a little holy light floated from the magic crystal at the head of the staff. This point of holy light then turned into thousands of holy lights, and each bit of holy light turned into tens of millions, and just like that, a rain of holy light like a dream slowly fell on the heads of every believer.

"I love you guys!" Rogge made an epilogue and slowly landed. In front of the statue of the goddess, the clergy of the Church had already prepared a high seat for him. Rogge climbed the stairs and sat down on the throne with a solemn face.

Feuerbach the Great then delivered a speech in which he expressed his congratulations and support for the unity of the two religions, saying that under the guidance of the goddess, the Asrofik Empire would surely prosper. He also issued several decrees on the spot, which made it easier for the church to spread, tax, and use land, and authorized the church to have its own armed forces to suppress the infidels.

The early spring of that year left a strong mark in the history of the empire.

In this snowy season, the Eye of Wisdom and the Holy Cult of Silver, which had just had a terrible religious war, discovered that the goddess believed in by the two religions was the same, so under the same faith, the two religions merged and established a new large church, called the Church of Divine Wisdom, or the Holy Church for short. Miracles arose in the holy scriptures of the Holy Church, which was founded.

Rogge, the prince of the empire and the power of more than 100,000 troops, threw away all worldly fetters on the same day, took over the Ice Wind Scepter and the Holy Radiance High Crown, and became the first pope of the Holy Church.

A month later, after consolidating the line of defense against the orcs, Feuerbach the Great raised the elite of the empire and led an expedition of 300,000 troops to the southeast. Rogge personally led countless mages, ice temple warriors, and clergy of the Holy Church to accompany the army.

In March, millions of people were beheaded.

In early summer, Feuerbach the Great finally had to stay on the shores of the Longines Sea. Looking at the endless waves, he couldn't help but stroke his sword and smile, full of pride.

At this time, more than ten city-states on the west bank had been wiped out, and the entire west coast of the Longines Sea had been incorporated into the territory of the Asrofik Empire.

And there was no more forest between Rogge and the south that he once dreamed of.

The end of the prosperous years

(To be continued)