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The ground floor of the main building is a hall with a ceiling of more than ten meters, and the crystal lamps are suspended in the air, although there is no lighting fire, but the delicate crystal on the low-hanging tassels sometimes reflects the faint moonlight that occasionally penetrates into the outdoors, and if there is no light source in the hall, if there is no flash, like a soul wandering in the dark night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info more than 10 meters deep is a wide and luxurious revolving ladder, more than 20 steps are divided into two, spiraling up. The steps of the staircase are covered with velvet carpet and elegantly pressed with metal bars.

Rog glanced up at his target, and there was no artificial light upstairs, and the rich aura of death merged with the darkness, covering the entire second floor, spilling down the spiral staircase to the corner, like an invisible barrier guarding the goddess who walked in it.

He smiled faintly, the eyes of the kings were not as sharp as the graveyard guards in the Dragon's Tomb, something that had been known since the dead world. Rog silently jumped onto the handrail of the staircase, then slid silently upward, stopping quietly around the bend. He flicked his fingers slightly, and then the figure dissolved into nothingness again.

A small group of dead souls suddenly appeared in the hall on the ground floor, like a flying insect without direction, not only did not float out of the door, but walked in a zigzag shape that rose crookedly, and hit the crystal lamp in mid-air. The group of revenants suddenly seemed to sense the extreme danger, trembled in the tassels, and then fluttered wildly up and down, left and right in a panic.

"Elgra, did you let another resentful soul escape?" well, but there are too many new undead souls today, and he can't be blamed, the old lich may not be able to keep it busy on his own. The Bone Emperor thought as he slammed down the stairs to destroy the scurrying soul.

Finally reached the top floor.

Rogge hesitated for a moment, weighed back and forth between concealment and disguise, and finally made up his mind. In the blink of an eye, a slender and noble figure emerged from the sky. Her face slowly cleared, it was Mora!

At the end of the corridor, behind the two tall and heavy oak gates, is the temple of the goddess, the end of the journey.

Mora walked silently down the corridor as she paused. In a nearby room with an open door, Macbeth was sitting in a chair, staring at the floating light in front of him, his face cloudy, and it was obvious that he was struggling with something deep down.

There was no protection in the room, but Macbeth had no intention of escaping, his eyes were only the floating light in front of him, and he did not react to the outside world.

Mora walked forward again, and at last came to the temple. She slowly pushed open the two heavy doors in front of her, revealing the mysterious hall inside.

All the furniture and decorations that had been placed here have been removed, including paintings, hangings and tapestries on the four walls. Now the hall is very empty, in the center of the floating a mysterious and beautiful coffin, the wings of the angel guarding the coffin although the face can not be seen clearly, but the posture of low and outstretched arms around the posture is sad and beautiful.

The black-haired Odrech stood in front of the coffin with his back to the door.

'Mora, is there something wrong?' she said coldly.

The trembling voice behind the 'Fengyue ......' was like a thunderclap that had never been seen before!

Fengyue's entire back stiffened suddenly, and she turned around like a whirlwind!

Her silver eyes opened wide, and she looked at Rogge standing in the doorway in disbelief, and her small mouth involuntarily opened slightly, as if to exclaim and sigh.

Hush.

The surging light then flooded the temple.

Under the night sky, a huge pillar of holy light in the City Lord's palace soared into the sky! A dragon roar suddenly sounded from the sky, and the divine dragon swooped down at an incredible speed. It flew around the pillar of light twice, but couldn't find a way to enter the main building. Gregory had the heart to go to the window of the temple to take a look, but the result was clear. Between curiosity and destruction, there is endless wandering and pain. Gregory pondered the skills that might come in handy at this moment in his memory, and his last thoughts suddenly stopped at the final transfiguration.

And at this moment, there was a round of light in front of Rogge, and the sun was rising, and the scorching light was like an extremely sharp needle, instantly breaking through Rogge's defenses and piercing out from behind him!

Rogge was so frightened that before he could react, the goddess's all-pervasive divine light had engulfed him!

His eyes suddenly lit up beyond his sight, followed by darkness, darkness that consumed everything...... A sharp tingling pain came not only from his eyes, but also from all over Rogge's body. The surging divine aura was like the furious waves of the sea, wave after wave slapping towards Rogge's head! In the face of the great power of this tsunami landslide, several magic shields that Rogge desperately used were destroyed at almost the same speed as when they were cast.

Another great wave has passed!

Such a strong, pure divine aura was no different from a flame to Rogge! His skin sneered, and wisps of green smoke began to pour out. He fell on his back to the sky, but then struggled to his feet, and seven silver shields of light quietly formed and flew around his body.

The power of the divine light was still rising endlessly, and the shield of light was like the snow of early spring, slowly melting in the brilliant sun.

Rogge roared silently, and large clouds of rich silver light like water poured out of his body, condensing into a pair of silver light armor in the blink of an eye, and several streamers poked out of the back of the silver armor, dancing in the air incessantly.

In the midst of the raging waves, there seemed to be another soft exclamation, and then all the rushing energy storms rolled back, and the sun that once shone on everything released a last round of brilliance, and then dimmed silently.

The hall was once again dark, and only the faint light emitted from the coffin bottle soaked everything in the room.

In the air, Fengyue and Rogge stood opposite each other.

'I ......' Fengyue only spit out one word, and there was no sound again.

The hall suddenly lit up, and the light armor on Rogge's body suddenly exploded into a room of meteor showers, falling from mid-air, and disappearing as soon as it touched the ground. The last to fall was Rog's helpless body, which slammed into the marble floor with a dull thud.

Rogge snorted and staggered to his feet, and before he could stand up straight, he leaned over and almost fell to the ground again. Rogge took a deep breath and struggled to his feet again, only harder than the first time.

Fengyue's figure disappeared and appeared beside Rogge. She stretched out her hand, as if to help him, but before her forearm could be fully extended, it retracted like lightning.

Until Rog staggered half a step, but there was a large shaking, as if he would fall again at any moment. Feng Yue gritted her teeth slightly, and her right hand finally reached out to Rogge. But the right hand, which is enough to penetrate everything, seems to be passing through the most insurmountable obstacle in this life, and every point of progress is so difficult.

It's just that no matter how long the wait is, there will be an end moment.

In this short distance from the shoulders to the fingertips, Fengyue seems to have experienced countless reincarnations. Her fingers finally stretched out unconsciously, almost touching Rogge's body. And the fingertips trembled gently like the most delicate stamens of the epiphany in the night wind.

Suddenly, the stamens ceased to tremble, like an epiphany in contact with the morning light, and firmly gathered the petals to form buds.

Feng Yue withdrew her slender hand, stood up straight, raised her head slightly, and resumed her cold expression of pride and disregard for everything. Then, at the entrance of the temple, the vague figures of the Three Kings, Ben, Androny, and Hughes appeared.

But Rogge didn't see the scene just now, his eyes were closed, and a thin line of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. Rog finally stood firm, his head tilted slightly, and staggered in the direction of the coffin with his previous memories and senses.

Rog stretched out his hand and stroked the coffin and the angel who was guarding it. He was extremely patient and meticulous, not sparing every inch. Although he couldn't see, the hard and cold sensation from his fingertips reached the depths of his soul. The touch, the incomparably familiar breath, repeatedly told Rogge that the angel with wings guarding the coffin was the Demon Lotus.

Rog straightened up and asked lightly, "What happened to the world of the dead?" "Are you talking about the Forsaken Lands?" Fengyue was startled, and she herself didn't know why she suddenly said this in such a holy, haughty, and indifferent voice, and in the tone of Wella. But the words have been spoken, even if she is really a god, she cannot reverse the surging river of time.

So...... Where's Fengyue?' Rogge turned around and faced the crowd, his face with several lines of blood looking terrifying. His closed eyes were no longer visible, but there seemed to be an invisible gaze that scanned the souls of the people.

'Respected kings of the Death World, why are you in this world?Where is Fengyue?Since the Death World has been destroyed, how will the war between kings end, and where is Fengyue?' Everyone looked at each other, there was silence, and their eyes quietly fell on Fengyue who was standing in mid-air, although Fengyue at this moment did not condense a terrifying energy storm, but a darkness suddenly rose in her position at the moment, a darkness that was enough to swallow everything.

It's even more terrifying.

'No one will answer me?' Rog broke the silence.

'At the time of the destruction of the world of death, Fengyue went alone to challenge the Celestial Hunters,...... said the Black Warrior Emperor slowly, "She destroyed the Celestial Patrol, and she herself fell into eternal sleep. Before the Celestial Realm destroyed the world of the dead, the surviving kings came to this world together. The journey was very difficult, and the oldest flame of wisdom carried us to the other shore with its own body for 10,000 years. And Fengyue is now sleeping in the coffin behind you. The darkness that had hidden the wind and moon suddenly fluctuated violently, and the tranquility was restored.

'Challenge ...... alone,' Rogge smiled coldly and said, "You are really a group of noble kings...' The Black Warrior Emperor was speechless for a moment, and after a moment, he sighed, "All we have is the power of death, and only Fengyue, who can control the divine power, will not be afraid of the flame chariot of the Heavenly Patrol." Therefore, only Fengyue can challenge the Celestial Patrol. Rogge was silent for a moment, but said nothing more. He turned and walked over to the coffin, stroked it with both hands for a moment, and then gave it a gentle push. The angel guarding the coffin seemed to recognize his power, and slowly stood up, and his wings opened with it. The angel's hands held the lid of the coffin, which was nearly half a meter thick, and flew upward.

The coffin bottle was finally opened.

The darkness around Fengyue's body that swallowed all the light dissipated at this moment.

Her standing figure appeared in the hall again, but her back was to the gate of the hall, and the powerhouses gathered at the door could not see her expression. In fact, even if Fengyue turned around, they didn't expect to be able to see anything from Fengyue's face.

Fengyue had fully regained her coldness, arrogance, and calmness, even though there seemed to be an invisible storm in the calm.

Feng Yue waved his hand, and all the powerhouses exited the hall one by one. The two heavy doors slowly closed behind them, and there was a muffled thud. The closed door cut off the light and sound inside and outside the hall, and also isolated all the senses of the strong.

The mighty men looked at each other and dispersed thoughtfully.

As the heavy lid of the coffin slowly rose, the faint blue light from the coffin slightly illuminated the hall. But Rogge doesn't need light anymore at this point.

Rogge reached into the coffin and explored, then touched a warm and surging liquid. He dipped a little liquid in his fingers and placed it on the tip of his tongue. The tiny drop of liquid kept changing shape on Rogge's tongue, and even moved on its own. The tip of his tongue snapped back and swallowed the drop.

Rogge pondered for a long time and asked, 'Is this the blood essence of the Ice Ocean Sea Dragon?' The cold, emotionless and crisp voice behind him replied, 'Yes.' Rogge's voice trembled slightly: "So, it's still possible for Fengyue to wake up?" However, the blood essence of the Ice Ocean Sea Dragon can only repair the wounds on her **, but it cannot awaken her soul. ''How can I awaken her soul?'' at least 100,000 living souls. Rogge snorted and said, "No wonder...... You need war. 'By the standards of this world, Rog himself was a master of souls, and he knew that when a dying being was in the midst of intense emotions in the moment before it descended into endless darkness, it was extremely difficult for that soul to be subdued by a necromancer. The reason for this is that its power is so much stronger than it should be that it has become extremely unstable. And war is undoubtedly the most convenient and fast way to make souls. Those who die in war, whether in anger, grief, terror, or despair, are multiplied by the power of their souls by being in extreme emotions.

The dark dragon statue crouching in the four corners of the coffin was used by the lich Elgra to collect and refine souls, although for some reason the power of one of the statues was surprisingly weak, but if there were enough souls, this defect could naturally be compensated.

As for the number of casualties in the war, it was not in Rogge's consideration. Now that the southern crusade has begun, Rogge will never let it stop. If there is one day, he can really be stationed under the city of Mariel, then how many bones will pave this road of conquest, how many millions?

Rogge stretched out his hands and pressed them against the coffin. The blood essence of the Ice Ocean Dragon in the coffin surged, and the sleeping Wella slowly floated up.

Rogge's palm trembled slightly, touching Wella's face. He tilted his head, his face slightly nervous and expectant, feeling the slightest touch from the tips of his ten fingers, and sketching her outline concretely and slightly in his heart.

Rog's fingers flicked, gently brushing over Wella's body.

It turns out that is the case?

Roger folded his arms slightly and took the sleeping Wella into his arms. The bits and pieces of the past and the wind and moon come to mind one by one.

Originally, the tattered skeleton standing in the magic circle.......

Later, it was the little skeleton that could already pretend to be dead.......

And then there was the wind and moon who stood on the chest of the angry rock and listened to the dying giant's question, 'Why do you still obey ...... when you have been freed from the shackles of the contract and have become a reading being...... And the figure that resolutely threw himself into the mountains of abyssal devourers.......

When he emerged from Elgra's Dark Dragon Altar, he confronted the Lich Elgra's Wind Moon...... When he returned to the world of the dead, what he saw was Fengyue, who had to quietly erase his soul seal even if he was desperate, and face the pursuit of the seven kings alone...... There was a sharp pain in Rogge's eyes, and the blood lines rolled down again, and a trace of it flowed backwards back into the ventricles, pulling at his internal organs, like an invisible giant hand grasping his heart and liver in the palm of his hand and rubbing it, and the grief flooded his soul like a mountain of grief.

At this time, with a faint sigh, there was a coldness and softness on Rogge's face. Feng Yue was already standing behind him at some point, and her slender hand gently covered Rogge's face.

"Do you want to see Fengyue?" In Rog's ears, Odrech had never had an emotional voice, and at this moment, there was suddenly something inexplicable.

But Rogge didn't understand, couldn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

Rogge nodded, and then a strange sensation seeped into his eyes through the slender hand.

Although he had learned from Macbeth how to transform various powers into divine powers, Rog's physique was still dominated by the powers of darkness and death. The divine light subconsciously unleashed at the beginning of the wind month was too strong, and it was a surname restraint, and the damage caused to Rogge's eyes was extremely difficult to recover, even with his regenerative ability comparable to that of a troll, he didn't know when he would be able to see the light again.

Although Fengyue's power at this time is dominated by divine power, she is also good at the realm of death and darkness, and if you talk about the understanding of Rogge's strength and physique, who can compare to her?

Her warm and moist power attracted the magic of darkness and death to Rog one by one, and later even began to directly mobilize his spiritual power.

Nourished by the power of Fengyue like the spring rain giving birth to all things, Rogge's bloodied eyes began to grow, and the wound was quickly repaired. After a sharp pain of excruciating pain, she withdrew her left hand.

Rogge slowly opened his eyes, and the originally endless dark world finally gradually lit up. What appeared in front of his eyes was an incomparably delicate and peerless face, the lines of the sleeping face were as soft as water, condensed into a quiet beauty. The tranquility of the clear spring caressing Rogge's restless soul without a trace, and the nerves that had been tense due to the pressure of the goddess also relaxed.

I see.

Hidden behind the demon lotus, has she always been such a woman?

When has Fengyue grown like this?

is such a woman who looks incomparably delicate and weak, and carries him back from the brink of death again and again. And he is also used to relying on her to save his life in a life-and-death situation.

Rogge suddenly remembered that on that day, the bone dragon Gregory had told him that Fengyue was extremely dissatisfied with the growth of his strength, and thought that it was very foolish for him to be immersed in the struggle for power and forget to improve his own strength.

Oh, yes!

Never before had Rog been so hungry for power as he was in front of him.

Rog glanced deeply at the woman in his arms, as if to imprint her in the depths of his soul from now on.

He reached forward with his hands and slowly lowered the sleeping woman back into the dark blue essence of blood in the coffin. The angel transformed into a demon lotus in the air slowly lowered the lid of the coffin and protected the coffin bottle with its wings again.

Rogge was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked directly at Fengyue. At this moment, from those silver eyes, he still couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

'Great Audreych, what is the relationship between the three kings of the Dead World?'' They are at my service until the time comes to awaken the Wind Moon. ''That means that after Fengyue wakes up, they will no longer have your wings?'' asked Rogge.

Exactly. Rog bowed deeply to her and said, "Great Goddess, you will soon have a hundred thousand souls." With that, Rog strode out of the hall.

Fengyue stood still in place, letting Rogge pass by.

A breeze from nowhere quietly blew a strand of her black hair.

The heavy door of the temple slowly opened and closed again. When Rog walked into the hall on the ground floor, he saw that all the strong men had gathered here, as if they were waiting for him.

Rog walked through the strong, and as he passed by the three kings of the Death World, he stopped, his gaze sweeping over the three kings one by one.

Finally, Rogge said slowly: "When Fengyue wakes up, the war between kings will continue!" He ignored the stunned three kings and walked out of the city lord's mansion.

Gregory, who was floating in the air, also looked at Rog's figure in amazement. It instinctively sensed that something important had been missed, and it couldn't help but hate it. In his frustration, all of the Divine Dragon's wisdom was concentrated on the Ultimate Transfiguration Technique.

In the hall on the top floor, there was a dead silence at the moment.

Fengyue stood in the air, staring at the coffin in front of him protected by the wings of the demon lotus.

'How did it come to be like this.......' she was at a loss.

At this time, Hughes was sitting in the clock tower of the main building, looking at the endless line of fish belly white in the distance.

A new day is coming.

'What a stupid...... ' Theseus sighed helplessly.

(To be continued)