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The crimson wine swirls in the crystal goblet before it falls back after a few laps, and the wine on the wall of the glass slowly slides down, exuding a misty color against the backdrop of the light.

"Master MGM, generally speaking, red wine is not suitable for long-term storage. Red wine that has been stored for too long will produce a peculiar smell, which will destroy its mellowness. However, this does not apply to red wines originating from the Schloyer region. The older the wine grows, the more mellow it becomes, and now you want to try the best Remy from the Schloyer region, which has been around for more than 150 years. Catherine's voice was noble and reserved, unconsciously rejecting people from thousands of miles away, and every intonation was a model of aristocratic etiquette. But for some reason, on this night, behind the plain and elegant nature of her voice, there seemed to be a little imperceptible temptation.

"Of course, preservation is also a kind of knowledge, and I will introduce it to you in a future topic, and there are some interesting tips in it!" Catherine raised her glass to MGM, this time with a little flowery accent at the end of her note, like a girl's lazy love, and seemed a little overwhelmed.

MGM smiled. The theme of these days is wine, and he has already tried almost all the famous wines on the continent under the guidance of Catherine. In just a few days, his knowledge of wine is enough to be called a master.

He was about to drink the red wine from the crystal goblet when Catherine's slender hand suddenly rested on his wrist and stopped him.

"Master MGM, the true taste of wine can only be experienced when you are drunk. No, no, it's not the drunkenness you've experienced before, it's not really drunk, because you're still conscious. In this plane, a great poet once said that wine is the root of all evil. If you really want to experience the true meaning of the source of evil, the only way is to relax, disappear all guards, suppress all forces, open your mind, and completely loosen all control over **. The true taste of the liquor will only emerge when your consciousness is also drunk. ”

Catherine's hands were slippery and cold, but MGM suddenly felt a faint burning sensation on the skin she touched, and even extended along her wrist to the atrium. His brow furrowed slightly, and he felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. But in any case, to suppress all the power of the four-winged angel is to completely surrender his soul to the fragile body of a human being, which is a very dangerous thing.

"What are you worried about, Mistress MGM? This is the Duchy Palace, and apart from the cathedral where the Pope lives, this is the safest place in Lille City. And I don't have fighting spirit, I don't know magic, and I'm a devout believer in the Most High God, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will be captured by the human body like those lowest-level angels?"

Catherine's eyes shone like morning stars, and her breath was as fragrant as blue musk, as if it had blended with the most mellow aftertaste of dozens of previous wines.

MGM smiled slightly. Although he still vaguely felt that something was wrong, he was a four-winged angel who was with the Lord God, and he had known Catherine for the past few days, and he had tried all kinds of flavors in the world, but he could not shake his will at all.

Yes, how could he, like those lower angels, become a captive of **?

MGM exhaled softly and drank the wine from his glass. He followed Catherine's method to reminisce about the precious 150-year-old Remy from different angles.

It feels good to be drunk.

Especially between being drunk and not drunk, all restraints become fragile, all hidden ** will be flooded, and all sensory stimulation will be amplified.

The room began to shake in front of MGM for a while, and everything was coated with a blood-like rouge. Like Macbeth, most of his memories have been left in the heavenly realm, but how can tens of thousands of years of serving by the side of the Lord God be forgotten?

He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, and some wanted to hug his head and cry. MGM was faintly afraid in his heart, the ** of the human body turned out to be so powerful. But he is a glorious four-winged angel, and he will face any difficulties, rather than choose to run away.

MGM felt a hint of alarm in his heart. Although he had suppressed all his powers, he was an angel with four wings of brilliance, an angel known for his magical powers, and had served the Lord God for a long time. The will has become a part of existence, and at the slightest wavering, instinct immediately gives a warning. If an external enemy attacks at this moment, he can immediately recall his strength and restore his sanity.

However, MGM also knows that this last bit of wisdom that cannot be completely extinguished is an obstacle to being tested, and at this moment his emotions are indeed showing signs of wavering, if he doesn't even dare to face these directly, he can also be said to be defeated, defeated in front of the body. Compared to the lowest angels who can't resist the temptation of **, this is just the difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps.

MGM sighed softly, a little golden light in the depths of her pupils gradually faded, and her clear and elegant face finally began to show wildness.

In the carmine that shook all over the world, MGM's eyes were suddenly attracted by the two shining morning stars. Catherine usually doesn't stand out too much, and even makes people feel a little without a surname and no characteristics. But she is by no means beautiful enough.

Catherine, she's actually perfect, from the ends of her hair to her ankles, every detail is impeccable. Even the most critical person can't pick out the shortcomings in her. Because of this, at first glance, it really doesn't seem that she has any characteristics or anything particularly appealing.

Human feelings are wonderful, and they are always attracted to one thing that stands out, and thus ignores other shortcomings. And people will always subconsciously exaggerate this most prominently. Because of this, Catherine's beauty is not prominent, at most she is only the first beauty in the Rhine royal capital. And this name is also quite controversial, at least when Floya returns to the royal capital, the amorous goblins will immediately steal a lot of her limelight.

MGM naturally has no way of understanding the weaknesses of human consciousness, and at this time, in his eyes, Catherine's perfection can be seen at a glance, and in this world of drunken gold, every bit of her beauty has not escaped the feeling that MGM has been magnified a thousand times. Ivory-like skin, thick natural long curly hair, dark blue eyes, soft jade hands, vermilion lips...... Each stacked shock grows factorially.

The wine is still rising.

MGM suddenly realized that although he had already experienced painting, music, sculpture, architecture, literature, theater and other human arts, the true essence of human art had always followed him. He picked up the bottle and tried to pour himself some more wine, but his hands were shaking, and he couldn't hold the bottle anymore.

It's a very wonderful feeling. It is like an endangered traveler in the cold, facing the fire of dancing, knowing the burning pain, but can't help but reach out to grab it, just to experience the heat of a moment of pleasure.

Catherine gently grasped the shaking bottle, and her slender fingers reached down the bottle, touching MGM's trembling fingertips, and the icy touch once again turned into a hot stream of fire, all the way to the depths of MGM's heart. Something was shouting in the depths of his soul, but under Kaoru's drunkenness, MGM couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't want to hear it.

He backhanded and gently shook Catherine's hand.

In the world of gold dust and carmine, the only thing that is clear is Catherine's bright eyes.

It was the most wonderful moment...... It is also the most profound experience...... The soul could no longer bear the great pleasure and screamed hysterically in the trembling!

...... MGM suddenly sat up, his face pale, and the wine had been swept away.

Catherine was standing on the scarlet carpet, slowly dressing, her satin-like skin hidden by layers of simple, luxurious fabrics and cuts. Every movement of Catherine's dress was so graceful, and there was a smile on her face that was noble, elegant, but essentially repulsive, as if what she had just done was nothing more than the most common pastime of a noble woman, such as writing a poem or pruning a bouquet of flowers.

She heard the voice behind her, turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "Lord MGM, you really deserve to be the most noble high-level angel, you can get rid of the shackles of your body so easily." ”

MGM's face sank like water, he had expelled all human feelings and ** from his soul, and at this moment he looked at Catherine with the compassion and indifference of a god to the world like a lost lamb.

"You want to kill me?" said Catherine, speaking in a tone as casual as a noblewoman talking about the weather in a social setting.

MGM was silent for a moment, only to let out a long sigh.

Catherine smiled faintly and said, "That's right." The canons of the Church say that when you have sinned, strive to make amends. If you commit a new sin to cover up your sin, you will never be away from the light of the Lord God. ”

"Say what you want. MGM said coldly.

Catherine said, "The Grand Duke has endured the miracles of the heavenly realm, and since then he has been fighting to spread the glory of the High God. Now the Duchy is fighting fiercely with the Dro Empire, which is much more powerful than us, but the Pope has a very strange attitude, and he is always unwilling to help the Grand Duke appointed by the Lord God and miracles. If you are willing to help us generously, then you will not only compensate me, but you will also spread the radiance of the Most High God. ”

MGM said: "The Grand Duke is indeed the bearer of miracles designated by the Lord God himself. So if you want me to help you, just tell me directly, I won't say yes, why do you want to do it this way?"

Catherine laughed lightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, and said meaningfully: "Lord MGM, the greatest source of human artistic inspiration is a kind of thing called ** love." If you can understand one day what love is, then you will understand why I am doing it. ”

"Love?" said MGM, lost in thought.

Catherine left the room, knowing that it was time to leave the noble angel of the advent alone. She gently closed the door, stepped on the long red carpet, and walked out.

A figure appeared silently in front of Catherine, blocking her path. His long hair and skin had lost their usual lustre, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were bloodshot. He was heroic and talented, but now he was tormented by pain and haggard.

"Why, tell me, why!" he growled as he stared at the lingering kiss mark on Catherine's neck. He held out his hand, but it drooped down in front of her.

Catherine frowned and saw that it was Fiore, the Templar swordsman of the Church of Light who had been following her around.

Seeing the focus of Fiore's gaze, she frowned even tighter and pulled her shawl up to block the kiss marks around her neck. Her extremely classical and beautiful face was full of awe-inspiring and inviolable noble expressions, and she said coldly: "You, follow me?"

"I'm here to protect you!" Griao growled, forgetting to use honorifics, and then, desperately suppressing his voice, not wanting others to hear, "I... I admire you so much! You are even more important in my heart than I am to my belief in the Most High! But why, why!"

Catherine looked at him, her expression softened, and she smiled slightly, as gentle as the first breeze of spring. She stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears that had rolled down Fiore unconsciously, and said softly but firmly: "Fiore, I am just an ordinary woman, in this chaotic world, I need help and protection. But I don't have martial arts, I don't know magic, so what can I trade in but my body?"

"I, ah, I can protect you, and I've been helping you!"

Catherine withdrew her hand, looked at Fiore for a moment, and smiled faintly, "You? Maybe later, but not now." I used to expect you to do that, but I don't have that long to wait for you to grow. Protecting me is not just a matter of determination. ”

There was a soft buzz, and Fiore's sword was already against Catherine's throat. His hand was still steady, but his whole body was trembling: "I must not bear it, I can't bear you to exchange yourself for it!"

Catherine's bright eyes looked at Fiore silently. His body trembled more and more, and finally, the tip of his sword sank point by point, hanging down to the ground.

The moment Catherine passed him, she stopped again and said lightly: "I like men with strength, so I was willing just now." ”

Fiore shuddered.

"If one day, your strength can move me......" Catherine did not continue.

Fiore turned around like a whirlwind and stared at Catherine, her eyes full of scorching flames.

"Will you always help me?"

"I will, for the rest of my life. Fiore's eyes looked into Catherine's dark blue eyes, and she replied without hesitation.

This is a world without heaven or earth, and there is no boundlessness in all directions.

But there is light in this world, a soft light, everywhere without knowing the origin and the end. There is still a sea in this world, a vast ocean, and even perception cannot reach the end. It's a strange world, half void, half ocean.

In the waves of the sea, a face suddenly appeared. It's a face that's so seductive, every contour, every curve that's seductive, enough to make you breathe.

The sea suddenly swelled, and huge waves rushed towards this incomparably delicate face, lifting it higher and higher. So in the waves, the endless sea water condensed together, slowly protruding slender neck, round shoulders, icy skin and slender legs.

A moment later, a peerless beauty stood on the surface of the sea. He, not her, suddenly opened his eyes!

As a result, countless bright red lightning bolts fell from the void, sinking into the bottomless ocean, and stirring up huge waves hundreds of meters high!

Four angels emerged from the void, gathered below him, and said in unison in the melodious voice of the chant: "Dear Lord Achilles, the great Tiratmis has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

For some reason, Achilles seemed to hesitate. After a moment, he waved his hand, and a huge wave flew out of the sea, turning into a robe in the air, covering his body.

So under the guidance of the four angels, Achilles' snow-like toes lit up with two bright red lights, silently piercing through the air.

Tiratmis, one of the main gods of the heavenly realm, the great deity who single-handedly created the angels of light, seemed to be in deep thought with his hands on his jaw at this moment.

He sat on a cloud of pure light, surrounded by clouds and sunsets, and the hymns sung in unison by a hundred angels swirled through the endless space.

Twelve angels lined up in two columns, their golden wings folded behind them, and hung their heads respectfully on either side of the radiant Lord God. Compared to Tiratmis's gigantic body that exudes endless majesty, these angels are like fireflies under the bright moon on a summer night!

The four lower angels who had led Achilles to his way stopped in the distance, and they could not approach the Lord God at all. For these lower angels, the light of Tiratemis was so strong that if they flew forward, they would immediately be burned by the light of the Lord God, and become unconscious in their original form.

Achilles saw the twelve angels in front of Tiratmis, and his bright red eyes fluctuated slightly. He flew to the Lord God, who had created himself, and knelt in the void obediently, waiting for his command.

Tiratemis slowly opened his eyes, looked at Achilles in front of him, who was not even as tall as one of his fingers, and said slowly: "This time, your mission is not smooth. ”

The Lord God was already speaking as softly as he could, but the slightest fluctuation of his divine power had caused waves in the space that were too large for the lower angels, and the hymns they were singing were almost interrupted because of this. The hundred angels immediately retreated in unison, and it was not until they were far away from the divine power of the Lord God that the chant became loud again.

"Audrech is the most perfect angel of light you have ever created, and my mission cannot be successful this time. Achilles bowed his head.

"That's ......," Tiratemis muttered, "but although Audrech has stolen the power of faith, she should not be very strong when she has just awakened. In this battle, your body was even disintegrated and had to return to the heavenly realm, why hasn't she been destroyed?"

Achilles said calmly: "Great Tiratmis, your oracle is to bring her back to you, not to destroy her. She is the product of your great wisdom, so this is by no means an easy task. I will come down again and bring her to you. ”

Tiratmis pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand, and four of the twelve angels immediately came out. Tiratmis said, "Let them help you to bring Odrech to me." ”

Achilles raised his head slightly, his bright red eyes flashed a little, and said, "Great Tiratmis, it doesn't take five angels of light to bring Audrech back to the heavenly realm at all, and this will affect the speed at which you can expand to the glory of the High God in other planes. Moreover, if the five angels of light come at the same time, it will also deplete the savings of the Church of Light. You know, Odrech's plane is very troublesome, otherwise, she ...... She's not going to ...... either."

Achilles did not go any further.

Tiratemis said slowly: "Achilles, your eyes are not high enough, and if you want to bring Audrech back to the Heavenly Realm, your strength alone is not enough. As for the accumulation of the Church of Light, you don't need to worry about this. ”

At this moment, a burst of intense light suddenly surged out of the endless void, and a hundred angels flew out, and they lined up in a neat line behind Achilles, kneeling down in unison.

One of the leading angels said respectfully, "Great Tiratmis, great Setanytoria has heard that you have encountered some trivial troubles in the plane, and he knows that you were tired when you created the Angel of Light, so let us come and hope that all troubles can be annihilated in the beginning." ”

Tiratemis said lightly: "I thank the great Cetanistolia for his kindness, but his mission is far more important than mine, and even a small force should not be dispersed. Go back, this time the matter is actually insignificant, not even a trouble. ”

The angel said respectfully, "Of course, great Tiratmis, I believe that this matter will be resolved soon. However, the world of the Alien Plane is complex and dangerous, and we have some humble experience with it. The great Setanytoria hoped that the matter would not be delayed until the moment when the seven eyes of the god of order, Freyenmyr, looked at it again. ”

Tiratmis said, "The great Setanistoria is the main god of battle, and I see your power very clearly. Go back, please don't worry, this time the matter will be resolved soon. ”

The angel no longer insisted, and led the hundred angels behind him to maintain a kneeling posture, and kept sliding back, hiding in the surging clouds.

After the battle angels retreated, the temple of Tiramis was solemn, and even the chants were particularly dry and tasteless. The unfathomable divine power of the main god did not fluctuate in the slightest, and within the enveloping of the divine power, it was almost impossible for light and time to flow.

Finally, Tiramis raised his right hand, and the four angels of light quietly stood up and returned to their original ranks.

The right hand of the Lord God pointed to Achilles.

Achilles fell on his knees, waiting for the parable of the Lord God.

A little morning star flew out of Tiratmis' fingertips and sank into Achilles' incomparably graceful forehead.

"Achilles, I give you the ability to travel freely through space to continue your mission. "The word of the Lord God has a majesty that cannot be disobeyed.

"Yes!" Achilles replied, then knelt down and slowly retreated.

"This time...... You don't have to bring Odrech back. Tiratmis said slowly.

The Angels of Light could not tell if there was anything else behind Tilatemis' icy indifference.

Achilles finally left the boundless temple of the Lord God.

Illusory spaces, vague chants, and impossibly majestic figures alternately emerge like a chaotic scroll, and then the familiar scythe of death slashes through the center of the scroll, turning all light into nothingness.

However, the scythe of death did not stop, and after a whirlwind, it slashed at him! The huge, cold blade sank into his chest little by little, and the unprecedented pain immediately burned his consciousness and his soul.

Rogge groaned and opened his eyes. From time to time, there would be an incredible pain in his chest and abdomen, and every time the sharp pain hit, his consciousness would be in a trance for a moment.

The jumping sights in front of Rog's eyes finally stopped, and the blurred outlines became clear. It's just that the first one to catch his eye is neither the infinitely amorous Floya, nor the wild and bewitching Andronie.

Rogge looked incredulously at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, her mirror-like black hair and warm silver eyes, like the deepest dream of a winter night.

He struggled to sit up, but his body was like a heavy mountain at this moment, and just lifting it alone consumed all his strength, and every movement would cause a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, making him return to the brink of coma at any time.

"How...... It's going to be you......" Rogge finally squeezed out a few words.

"Why can't it be me?" Feng Yue smiled lightly, and gently shook Rogge's hand and let him lie back quietly.

Feeling the slippery and cold touch in his hand, Rogge completely forgot that this hand had pierced through steel and cracked dragon demons.

His heart was relieved, and his consciousness fell into darkness again, and at this time, the bone-chilling cold had long since disappeared in the melting warmth.

It's just that behind those silver eyes, there are too many hidden ...... The twelfth movement of twilight is finished

(To be continued)