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The temple of Tiratmis, which was nearly a thousand meters high, was scattered in all directions like a substance at this moment, and it was extremely dazzling. They were so intense that the hundreds of angels chanting chants could not maintain a neat formation and had to scatter in all directions to avoid these intense radiances that were enough to vaporize them completely.

The holy light is like the tide of the sea, and it does not cease to gush out of the temple. At this moment, the temple of the main god is no longer a place for ordinary angels, only the angels of light created by Tiramis himself can stand calmly in this fiery radiance.

Angels have no feelings, and so should God.

However, the laws that bind ordinary gods and angels are not imposed on the glorious gods. The angels who were preoccupied with dodging the Divine Radiance and performing the chant did not know if the great Tiratemis was angry. They haven't been singing praises long enough to understand what anger is. But they knew that the emotions of the Lord God at this moment were not stable. This has been a very rare occurrence for the past millennium.

In the temple, the body of Tiratmis, who sat high, couldn't help but gush out a strong holy light, and it seemed that he had completely turned into a blazing sun!

In front of him, two rows of angels of light with golden wings on their backs floated, silently in the air, seemingly with endless patience, waiting for the oracle of Tiratmis, who single-handedly created them.

The space in the middle of the temple suddenly fluctuated like water, and then four indescribable beads of light emerged from the spatial fluctuations. They surrounded each other and flew slowly in the air, but no matter how they flew, the distance between the four light beads would not change in the slightest. The light beads form a void apex of the tetrahedron, and in the center of the tetrahedron, there is a faint cloud of dazzling light circulating.

The tetrahedron was only one meter square, and it seemed insignificant in front of two rows of tall and majestic angels of light, let alone compared to Tiratmis, who was more than a hundred meters above the body of the god. Yet all the angels of light bowed and retreated towards this empty tetrahedron. Tiratmis, who was high above, also moved his body and leaned forward slightly.

The tetrahedron of nothingness flickered before Tiratmis, and then an indescribable aura of formlessness enveloped the entire temple. At this moment, the void tetrahedron suddenly had the breath of existence, it was like the one-eyed of an incomparably huge beast, looking indifferently at everything in the world.

"Great Tiratmis, your troubles are not over, but are expanding. ”

Such a message came from the tetrahedron of nothingness. The power contained in this message was so powerful that the outstretched wings behind all the angels of light fluttered involuntarily like fallen leaves in a raging wind. They had to retreat some distance to stabilize their position.

Tiratmis said, "Great Setanystoria, nothing worse will come to the fore. ”

The main god of battle, Cetanistoria, did not actually appear in front of Tiratmis, this void tetrahedron was just an incarnation of him. The brilliance belonging to the main god is too strong, so when the two main gods are too close, the mere reflection of the holy light may tear apart the space of the heavenly realm.

There seemed to be an invisible wave that swept over all the angels of light present, and then Cetanistolia said, "Great Tiratmis, there is nothing wrong with these angels of light that you have created. But are the other Angels of Light fighting in the Outer Plane different?"

Tiratemis replied indifferently, "Of all the angels of light, only Audrech and Achilles are different. ”

"Why is this happening? All the actions of the Angels of Light fighting in the outer planes should not be concealed from your great divine sense. ”

Tiramis paused for a moment before replying, "Until the last moment, there was nothing wrong with all Achilles' thoughts and actions, and the deepest part of his soul was as pure as ever. In fact, I still don't know where he hid those rebellious thoughts, and how he recovered them at the last moment. And the end result came so suddenly that even I couldn't stop it in time. ”

"Since your powerful and nuanced sense cannot detect Achilles' betrayal, then the other gods, including me, should not be able to detect his rebellion as well. I have to warn you that the two angels of light you have created are very dangerous and do not try further. ”

At this time, a little bright red floated out of Tilatemis's chest, and the two main gods stared at this bright red light, and were silent for a moment before Tilatemis said: "You also saw that Achilles may know that he can't resist my recall, so he erased his mark at the last moment and turned into a source of energy existence." I have no way of knowing how he did all this. ”

Setanistolia seemed to think for a moment, and said slowly: "Maybe he has left his memories there before this. Now it seems that the plane is small enough, but it is enough trouble, and it seems that we should look more there. Achilles has consumed too many sources of faith in that plane, and neither my Battle Angel nor your Light Angel can now descend in sufficient numbers. The only good news is that Achilles has sent back evidence of Macbeth's fall, so that Friammir can't accuse you for the time being. I'm about to travel to the Dark World, and I'm afraid I can't help you more. But I will leave the thirteenth wise angel behind to solve the troubles of that plane once and for all. ”

Tiratmis said, "Indeed, the troubles of that plane cannot continue to expand. If it catches the attention of Dismasson, it's real trouble......"

The tetrahedron of nothingness gradually blurred, and Setanystoria's consciousness still echoed in the temple: "Dismatsen only knows destruction, and it is indeed difficult to deal with it if it is allowed to know about it." Great Tiratmis, please devote a little attention to that tiny plane. After I returned from the dark world, I hope that the divine order of the heavenly realm will not change in any way. ”

Dark.

In the absolute darkness, suddenly there was a little light.

In the blink of an eye, this little light tore through the endless darkness and ignited the whole world!

Rog groaned and sat up suddenly, only to realize that he had another nightmare. It's just that his dreams have been very real lately, so real that they are indistinguishable from reality. At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his eyes were red and swollen, and he couldn't stop crying, as if he had really been stabbed by the light of his dream.

He rubbed his eyes, and only then did he regain his sight. Beside Rogge, a pair of shining stars were watching him.

The fat man smiled and said, "Effie, it's okay, I just had a nightmare." ”

He gently stroked Effie's smooth skin, and when his hand landed on her flat and firm lower abdomen, the fat man smiled a little unnaturally and said, "Eiffel, it seems that elves are really a breed that is not good at gerlemen. You see, there's no point in getting bigger here!"

Eiffel said, "Your Excellency, the Terrans, who are known for their fertility, haven't they given birth to anything for you?" There is an old proverb that says that those who are too wicked will be punished by the gods and they will lose the ability to have offspring. ”

The fat man laughed and scolded: "Nonsense! I am the messenger of Shiloh, and if you say this about me, it is Shiloh disrespectful." ”

Eiffel added, "You want a child so much, maybe try to find some more fertile races, maybe it will work! Well, let me think about which races are the most fertile...... Goblins, gnomes, orcs, ogres, some demons, trolls, kobolds, ......"

There was a hint of wonder in Eiffel's crisp voice, and every time she said the name of a race, Rog's mind would involuntarily conjure up the image of the female surname of that race, and each one of them would be full of joy and howl at him.

Rogge's face became more and more ugly, and he covered Eiffel's mouth and pressed it viciously.

The night passed, and when the day came, the west coast of the Longines Sea was noisy again. On this day, the sea was calm and calm, and countless fishing boats set sail to sea. Whoever the rulers became, the simple fishermen had to make a living from fishing.

The western coast of the Longines Sea is a vast area, with a large population, and very complex ethnic and religious practices, and although the Asrofik Empire occupies this area, it will take a considerable amount of time to consolidate its rule. At this time, tens of thousands of prisoners of war, threatened by whips and war guns, were cutting down trees and building roads in the endless primeval forest day and night. Despite the fact that dozens, if not hundreds, of prisoners of war died every day from overwork, Feuerbach the Great was still dissatisfied with the progress of the project, and he roared at his generals to find more coolies to speed up the opening of the primeval forest.

In the process of occupation and conquest, Rogge will naturally not be idle. He instructed the clergy of the Holy Church to follow the Imperial army and recruit believers along the way. Feuerbach the Great granted the Holy Church a special privilege that all believers of the Holy Church could be treated as citizens of the empire and were exempt from the cruel injustices which were likely to be accorded to the inhabitants of the occupied territories.

The Asrofik Empire has always been known for its cruelty and ruthlessness towards the inhabitants of the occupying powers, and not long ago, Rogge recently fought in the Delaware Empire with the blood-colored double flag held high, and the slaughter of every city deeply shocked the countries on the west coast of the Longines Sea. Since joining the Holy Church can get a chance to live, those civilians naturally won't have too much hesitation. Later, entire city residents joined the church.

The gods have faith as their source, which is what is stated on page 3 of the Book of Shiloh.

At first, Rogge didn't believe that the dense words were just this meaning, but after understanding this sentence, he suddenly understood a lot about what the power of faith was.

In the header of the third page, there is the usual sentence: "The gods are not omnipotent, but Shiloh is omnipotent." ”

Rogge knew that most of the hundreds of thousands of Protestants who had joined the Holy Church in order to survive were not devout at all, and that there were even many people who harbored a bitter hatred for the Empire. But the fat man was not such an easily deceived person, and he founded the Holy Church for the power of faith, not for the number of half-hearted believers. Therefore, the Holy Mora led the ice mages and began to patrol city by city. Under her eyes, those who not only have no faith, but have hatred in their hearts have nothing to hide. And these identified believers were handed over to the Emperor [***] for treason.

According to the military law of the Asrofik Empire, after being convicted of treason, the man in the prime of life was to be put to death, his wife and daughter were taken into camp, and the children were sold into slavery. Here, for the time being, these men in the prime of life will not be executed, but will be sent to the southern forests to do hard labor. There, the harsh environment and heavy labor usually kill them within a month or two.

"God has shone his light on you, but you have abused it. In the presence of the all-knowing Odrech, all lies will be like shadows in the sun, and there will be no way to hide!"

In front of thousands of people who were identified as insincere, Rogge said these words with a solemn and holy face, full of majesty. Then he ignored the cries, grievances, or shouts of the followers, and with a wave of his scepter, the thousands of wolf-like imperial troops waiting on the side immediately swarmed up, dragging these hypocrites down.

Rog was based in a small, nameless city with more than 30,000 inhabitants who had joined the Holy Church, but at the great religious ceremonies that followed, the believers were unable to bear the light of Mora's hands and were considered dishonest. What Rogge is doing now is nothing more than asserting his position as pope.

It has been a month since the Emperor stood on the west shore of the Longines Sea. During this time, the above scenes were repeated over and over again, and the number of coolies who built roads in Kailin in the south gradually increased from 20,000 to 150,000. But in these blood-stained years, the followers of the Holy Church under the leadership of Rogge grew rapidly, adding more than 500,000 new believers in a short period of time. As time goes on, the number of believers joining the church is increasing.

The fat man firmly believes that there are practical benefits in front of him, the promise of an afterlife in the distance, and a blood-stained knife and gun behind him, and in this case, most people know how to choose. Except for a few people, ordinary people who live an ordinary life will not sacrifice their lives for the royal family or the country. The Fat Man intends to recruit at least two million qualified believers on the west coast of the Longines Sea.

His only regret was that of all the clergy of the Church, only Mora, with his natural charm, could convert an ordinary believer into a devout believer in an instant. However, the Holy Church has grown so fast that just stabilizing the faith of the most core believers has almost exhausted Mora's energy.

Rogge has long been accustomed to war and killing.

In his position, the people, the believers, the prisoners of war, the dead and wounded, were to some extent just numbers. It makes little difference whether hundreds of thousands or a million lives are lost in the fighting. Feuerbach the Great, who was known for his iron blood, would not have taken a million lives in his eyes. And Alexander, who led the army, slaughtered hundreds of thousands of captives of various races many times in the war on the Western Front, although Pompey was limited by the size of the Poseidon Legion and had less blood on his hands, but on the battlefield, his ruthlessness was by no means worse than anyone else.

Blood has long stained the western shores of the Longines Sea.

Whenever he has free time, Rogge always likes to take a walk by the beach alone.

It's just that for some reason, whether it's sunny or cloudy, whenever Rogge stands on the shores of Longines, he often has a moment of trance.

On this day, the fat man walked alone on the rugged coastline as in the past, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the sky was gray, the sea was very calm, and the cool sea breeze was blowing in his face. However, Rogge suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in his head, his body shook, and he almost fell into the sea!

Rogge had long been accustomed to this, and he stood firm and calmed down, and then slowly stood up.

At this moment, the place where he stands is by no means the familiar Longines Sea.

At that moment, the ground was dark red, and the waves in the sea turned into thick blood that was churning. The sky was also red, as if it were reflected red by the earth and the sea. But when he looked closely, Rogge found that the flowing red in the sky was actually a burning flame!

The earth is dripping blood, the sky is burning!

At this time, in the distant sky, a little bright light was rising. This scene was so familiar that Rogge immediately subconsciously closed his eyes!

A soft, but hot wind gently caressed his face, and then a pinprick-like tingling sensation came over his skin, the stinging of the incomparably strong light on his bare skin. Although Rog's eyes were closed, the intense brilliance still pierced his eyelids, making him dizzy!

Rog had to turn his back and try to avoid the light, which was too strong. But when he turned around, his eyes were just as glaring. Every corner between heaven and earth seemed to be filled with blazing light.

At this moment, the wind whistling by was already suffocatingly hot, and from time to time a strange sound came to Rog's ears. Although he couldn't see it, Rogge knew that the sky, the earth, the ocean, everything, was burning at the moment!

No matter how real it is, an illusion is just an illusion.

Rogge forced his eyes open, despite the unbearable pain. Sure enough, in front of him was still a lead-gray sky, a dark reef, and a peaceful sea.

The fat man smiled, an illusion is an illusion, and it can only suppress those whose willpower is not strong enough.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall before his eyes. Rogge stretched out his hand to take it, and when he looked closely, his face immediately changed.

In the palm of his hand, there was a piece of hair that had been burned to ashes!

The sea breeze then swept away the weightless pieces of fly ash. Rogge raised his hand and touched his head, and immediately felt a strand of burnt hair on his fingertips. He only felt a chill slowly rise from the bottom of his heart.

Was it an illusion, or was everything in front of me an illusion?

He took a deep breath and slowly looked around.

Everything that greeted Rogge's eyes seemed to be a little different from what it had been before. But Rogge knew that the world was no different from before, the difference was himself, and some inexplicable changes had quietly taken place in him.

Whether it's in the beautiful city of oracles, the cold but artistic Richelieu, or the Longines coast, which smells like gold coins, Hughes's room is always as simple, elegant and noble as ever.

While Rogge was alone on the beach, Hughes somewhere he had gotten a whole set of delicate tea sets, which he was happily cooking and ready to enjoy.

However, at this moment, the water vapor rising from the kettle does not dissipate, which is very different from ordinary steam. In the center of the swirling steam, a long table sits on either side of the table with six mysterious figures dressed in dark gray robes. One of them stood up, bowed to Theseus's side, and said respectfully, "The all-knowing Shadow of Nothingness, this time the matter is important, so I have to come and disturb your peace. ”

His voice was extremely hoarse, with a metallic grinding feeling, and when you heard it, you knew it was a disguised falsetto.

Xius snorted and said, "What's the matter?"

The mysterious man wrapped in a gray robe: "I just received news that this year's westbound team ambushed in the central mountain range, all of them were lost, and only one person escaped. ”

Xius was taken aback and said, "Something happened to the westbound team?!Who did it?"

The man said: "The man who fled was poisoned in his wounds, and he died of poison before he could tell us that there were a large number of orcs among his attackers." ”

"Orcs again?" Hughes took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly paced around the room a few times before he said coldly, "Okay, I know about this." ”

The gray-robed men on both sides of the long table stood up, saluted in unison, and then left.

The water vapor dissipated.

(To be continued)