readx;? The Book of the Seven Days, Day 4: Sunset (3)

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It's just that there is a bit of chill in this gentle wind.

It's already autumn.

Rog looked back at the picturesque scene of the secret realm, took a deep breath of cool air, and then stepped onto the long staircase of the Great Temple of Light.

The moment Rog stepped on the long steps, a hundred low-level angels descended from the sky and landed on both sides of the long steps.

Unlike the arrogant and hateful attitudes they had displayed in front of Rogge in the past, these low-ranking angels who had descended were all humble and awe-inspiring at the moment. Whenever Rog passed between a pair of angels, the two angels would kneel and spread their wings of light behind them as a sign of obedience to the superior. The wings of these angels are different in light and dark, and the closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the brighter their wings will be. The ten angels standing at the gate of the Great Temple of Light already had the wings of light behind them.

It's not that the angels who are close to the Great Temple of Light are superior in strength, but the closer they get to the Great Temple of Light, the more power they will get.

The Great Temple of Light emitted not the faint glow of the past, but a soft blue glow. The entire Great Temple of Light was trembling slightly, chirping, like life, condescendingly looking down at Rog who was climbing the stairs.

The blue sky of the secret realm. There is infinite majesty and power hidden in the blue, and the whole sky seems to be the eye of a god, watching everything that happens in the mortal world.

The two huge doors of the Great Temple of Light slowly opened with a roar. The door opens, and the Pope wears a high crown. Dressed in fine clothes and holding a tall scepter, he slowly walked out of the gate and stood on the edge of the steps. At this time, the pope was swept away plainly, his face was solemn and solemn, and a faint glow of brilliance appeared faintly on his wrinkled face at this time!

The Pope walked to the very top of the staircase and slowly opened his eyes. At that moment when the eyes that had conjured up the existence of countless planes were opened. It seems that the not burly body is already higher than the majestic Great Temple of Light!

The chant resounded throughout the secret realm, and the divine brilliance was like fog and waves. Falling from the sky, or pouring out from the earth and mountains, washing the dust of the world. Countless petals rained down from the sky and landed on Rogge and the long steps in front of him.

In the rain of colorful falling flowers, there were many tiny angels, and they flew around Rogge. Singing the praises of his deeds and looking forward to bathing in his glory.

Rogge stopped and looked back.

Behind him, Fengyue and Nefi Yingying followed, beautiful and incoherent.

He looked ahead again, and on the long staircase, which seemed to be endless, there were humble angels, colorful flowers, and glory and glory. There are even little angels born to sing his praises!

Rogge looked at his hand again, which clutched two white wings. The wings belong to the once glorious Angel of Wisdom, Victoria. At this moment, she was angry, hesitant, confused, and frightened. She struggled, but all struggles were in vain. She had only one pair of wings left, and it was in the hands of someone else. As long as Rogge's hands tightened slightly, she would have no power to resist.

In fact. Victoria is suffering unspeakable pain. In her body, there seemed to be a miniature space storm raging. The power of the wise angel is endless, but every time a trace of new earth power is born, it will be absorbed by the much more powerful space storm. And that's not all, the Victorian entity is constantly crumbling, disintegrating into the Celestial Realm's completely unconscious Source Power. There are countless spatial cracks swirling in her body, and wherever she passes, no matter how strong the substance is, it will be torn apart!

Victoria understood that it all stemmed from the fact that her elevated power exceeded the limits of this plane, causing chaos and disintegration. However, before the power is increased to the limit of what space can hold. She should have noticed it. But I don't know why. Victoria didn't see the limits of this plane's power at all. And when her strength breaks through the upper limit of the plane, another option is to temporarily break through the spatial barrier. Take shelter in the space storm.

But how could the four opponents she was facing at that time give her this opportunity?

In the Heavenly Realm, the dazzling brilliance of the Wise Angel is enough to suppress the Earth Light Angel who has not entered the Angelic Sequence, and the power is far from all that of the Wise Angel Earth. However, with the strength of both sides limited, in terms of combat alone, only one Wella can match Victoria. What's more, she was devastated by the Eye of Destruction, and she was no longer able to get in touch with the main god Setanistoria, so many powerful skills could not be cast.

Victoria's sanity was only momentary as she gathered her strength in an attempt to burn herself into an unconscious god-origin force and return to the heavenly realm. Although in this way, in a sense, the thirteenth wise angel of the heavenly realm can be said to have died out from now on, but she is willing!

The glory of the wise angel would not allow her to be so insulted!

How can the wings that once carried infinite brilliance be reduced to the grasp of a lowly mortal, an evil heretic?

It's just that as soon as her strength was gathered, Rogge was already aware of it, and as soon as his hand tightened, a seemingly void power entered from Victoria's wings, and everywhere she passed, all the energy movements in her body disappeared without a trace. As soon as the resistance vanished, Victoria's consciousness blurred again, and she groaned.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. When you look out, there is only a blazing flame of energy!

In fact, if it weren't for Rog suppressing the energy storm raging in her body with his own power, Victoria would have burned into a flame at this moment.

After suppressing Victoria's resistance, Rogge smiled slightly, raised his head, and met the gaze of the Pope, who was standing on the top of the long staircase, as if he had supported heaven and earth!

At the moment when the eyes met, the heavens and the earth were silent and the wind stopped.

Between the Holy Radiance, the Flower Rain and the little angel, there was an invisible huge thunder light passing by.

Finally, Rogge smiled. In the face of such glory, so brilliant. There was an indescribable bitterness in his smile.

He walked up the stairs again.

Time in the secret realm seems to flow extremely slowly, and it seems to flow as fast as a river. In the blink of an eye, Rogge had already stepped on the 10,000-level long steps and stood in front of the Pope.

In his eyes, the Pope was still a great darkness, and there was no light in the darkness.

Augustus stood behind the Pope. There is something strange about the face. He looked at the hundred angels who were still kneeling on the long steps, and then at Fengyue and Nephi. and the Angel of Wisdom in Rogge's hand. When he saw a faint blue flame of light shining from Rogge's body, his complexion changed again, and he finally landed on one knee and knelt down to Rogge.

Rog didn't notice the Blood Angel's obedience, he just stared into the Pope's eyes in a daze. In those indescribable eyes, there are too many planes of life and death.

I don't know how long it took for the Pope to finally raise his scepter. There was a heavy slam again, and the entire secret realm trembled. Corresponding to his movements, countless thunderbolts exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and high-pitched songs pierced through the clouds resounded in every corner of the secret realm!

The curtain opened, and a beautiful and somewhat weak angel descended from the sky. She had a pair of blue wings behind her, and her hands were stretched forward respectfully, and a ball of light in her palm was slowly spinning, looking closely. This ball of light is made up of countless mysterious, intricate symbols. Every symbol represents a kind of power.

The angel slowly landed in front of Rogge, stretched out his hands and offered the ball of light.

Rogge stared at the ball of light, feeling déjà vu.

He lost count of how many nights he had woken up from that nightmare, each time he woke up. He was all in collapse and sweating profusely. When he first entered that dream, he had seen the bodies of three terrifying beings with ten thousand eyes at a very close distance. In the golden body of unknown metal, the symbol that constantly appeared was very similar to this ball of light.

Of course, Rogge now knew that the one in his dream was the main god of the destruction of the Celestial Division, Dismason.

It's just that a lot of times, it's not a good thing to know the truth.

Looking back on the past thirty years, Rogge has gone from having nothing to now being famous all over the continent, and has even been able to participate in the battle between the main gods of the Heavenly Realm.

At this time, in retrospect, the dust is like smoke.

He suddenly wanted to go back to the past. Go back to the simple days of fighting, drinking, and robbing women. After all, life at that time. Chaotic and passionate, there is still hope in humility.

At this point, the pope's voice brought Rogra back to reality. There was a strange rhythm in the old man's voice: "Rogge, Dismarthen, the great Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption, have noticed your piety and merits, so Dismarsen has sent down an oracle to share with you a little of his glorious glory. ”

Hearing this, Rogge's gaze fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand again.

At this moment, all knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness. Indeed, what the angel offered was the power of the Lord of Destruction. But that's both strength and chains. The consequences of betraying the faith of the Lord of Destruction were no match for the casual oath he had sworn in the name of the kings of the Dead World.

Rogge finally reached out. His hands were shaking.

The Pope said slowly: "Remember to be humble in the face of unaffordable glory. But when God puts glory before you, don't doubt your deedfulness for it. ”

Rogge looked at the Great Temple of Light. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that in that temple, which had been transformed into a statue, she was still standing quietly in the Heavenly Flame.

The next moment, his hand had reached into the ball of light!

In an instant, countless symbols representing power had fallen into his hands.

At this moment, the world is silent. The sky is a little blue, the mountains are a little blue, and in fact, everything in Rogge's eyes is a little blue.

In the silence, Rogge finally noticed that at some point Augustus was completely on his knees, his wings spread behind his back, and he faced himself with the most respectful posture. It's just that Rogge's thoughts seemed to be a little sluggish, and it took a while to react to the blood angel's humility. Rogge felt something strange on his back again, he moved slightly, and with a brush, two huge blue wings had stretched out from his back to his front.

Rogge gently stroked the two blue wings, and realized something in his heart.

"The gods have their own divisions, and each according to his kind. If there is a division, there is strength and power. If there is power and power, let each according to his kind. The gods are not transgressive, and if they do, they will fall. ”

The Book of Shiloh, page 6.

At the end of page 6, the phrase 'The gods are not omnipotent, and Shiloh is omnipotent.'"

At this moment, in the deepest part of Rog's consciousness, the Book of Hiloh shone with a soft light and was slowly spinning. This time, unlike before, when the sixth page of the Book of Shiloh appeared, it did not sink back into the deepest part of Rog's sea of consciousness, but still floated on the surface of the sea.

This book of Shiloh, which records the secrets of the gods, is like an ordinary book at this moment, opened on the sixth page, as if waiting for someone destined to come and read it.

Rogge suddenly knew that at this moment, if he wanted to, he could turn the sixth page! And on the seventh page of the Book of Shiloh, what was written?

Rog remembered that when he handed him the Book of Shiloh, Hughes had said that it was the source of all the elves' calamities. However, he had already read six pages, and judging by the content, Rogge really didn't understand why the book was a disaster for the elves. Moreover, judging from historical records, there have never been major disputes and civil wars in the Elven Empire, and the elves who have strong beliefs and no greed should not do anything harmful to the whole race in order to compete for this book.

All these secrets should be recorded on page 7.

"The Book of Hiloh has seven pages, so don't look at the seventh page anyway. Hughes's admonition came to Rog's mind.

Why can't he look at it? What does Rogge lack today? Is it not enough strength, or is there too much concern?

Before he knew it, his hand had been placed on the Book of Shiloh......

This thin and invisible page of the book, to turn it, or not to turn it?

In front of the Great Temple of Light, Rogge slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were already cold, as if there was no trace of emotion, and in the coldness, there seemed to be arrogance looking down on all beings. With a brush, under that pair of blue wings, there seemed to be new wings generated, but this time the wings seemed to be there or not, and they seemed to be condensed from nothingness!

His gaze swept over the heavens, over the earth, over the subdued angels.

Everywhere his eyes looked, it seemed that everything was quietly retreating, and all the angels were trying their best to spread their wings to the end as a sign of awe in their hearts!

Only when his gaze fell on Fengyue's silver eyes did he fluctuate slightly.

Rog withdrew his gaze, picked up Victoria, and slowly walked between the Pope and Augustus into the Great Temple of Light.

His figure was gone, but the angels still knelt down.

At this moment, the time of the secret realm seemed to have frozen. It's just that I don't know if anyone noticed that in his last gaze, there was a deep loneliness.

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