readx;? The Book of the Seven Days, Judgment on the Seventh Day (4)

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There seemed to be a faint mist in the air, and everything seemed a little blurry. The Holy Flame Greatsword also rose with pale red smoke, a cloud of smoke catalyzed by the Marquis's undried blood.

The angel still maintained the posture of stabbing forward with his sword, and his originally expressionless face showed a slight look of doubt. He glanced at his companion beside him, and saw that he was staring motionlessly out of the door, so he turned his head to look out of the door as well.

Outside the door, the night was filled with a thick fog, and Rogge's figure slowly appeared in the fog.

The angel stared at the chubby, amiable figure and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I'm the one who came to take you back to the Heavenly Realm. The fat man smiled brightly and walked into the room with square steps. He glanced at the other angel, his smile turned a little wicked, and added, "I really didn't expect to see another angel of light here." Although you are not at all comparable to the angels of light I have ever seen, you are so beautiful that you will be gentle when I kill you later. ”

Compared to the sword-wielding angel, this angel of light appears much more delicate and beautiful. Their similarities lie in the coldness of their expressions, the sophistication of their machines and their countenances, in a sense, they resemble not the angels of legend, but more like golems made by geniuses.

The power of the angel of light seems to be far superior to that of the angel with the sword, but the control of all actions is in the hands of the angel with the sword.

Hearing Rogge's words, the cold expressions of the two angels did not change in any way. The angel with the sword said in a deep voice, "You have blasphemed the heavenly radiance......"

At this moment, the angel of light glanced at the corpse on the ground. Suddenly interjected: "Since you want to rebel against the Heavenly Realm, then according to the rules of this plane, you should come to his rescue." ”

Rogge's smile grew, and he also looked at the corpse on the ground, and said, "Since he sincerely believes in the gods of heaven and earth, then he deserves to die." And dying at your hands isn't it a very reasonable but ironic ending?"

The sword-wielding angel grimaced. The greatsword pointed at Rog's chest and said in a mechanical flat voice, "You have once again blasphemed the glory of the heavens. Get ready for trial. ”

"Judge, wait a minute, let me think about it......" Rogge smiled, looking at his whole body with an ambiguous look that the sword-wielding angel couldn't understand, and that gaze seemed to penetrate his clothes directly.

After watching it for a long time, the fat man said, "...... You have to make me wonder if the angel hurts. Ahh Angels don't hurt, so I'm going to make you feel pain......"

The sword-wielding angel's eyes flashed with murderous aura, and the giant sword in his hand was full of holy flames, threatening the wind and thunder, and stabbed down on Rogge's chest. It's just that the blade has just advanced a few minutes before it suddenly freezes in mid-air, and then he looks up to the sky. An irrepressible scream that resounded through the night sky!

White feathers fluttered quietly in the marquis's bedroom, and each feather was stained with golden flames. These flames are the blood of these angels.

At some point, Rogge had already appeared behind the sword-wielding angel. His hands gripped the white wings, his fingers sinking deep into the feathers and flesh. Slowly pull from the wing roots to the wing tips. Where his ten fingers passed, the plump and beautiful, soft and glorious wings were stripped of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones!

The sword-wielding angel trembled all over, but always maintained the posture of stabbing forward with his sword, and it seemed that he could not move, and in the face of this unprecedented pain, he could only scream miserably!

The smile on the corner of Rogge's mouth had turned into a sinister smile, and his hands waved faster and faster, tearing the white feathers of the big canopy from the wings with the flesh and blood below!

In the blink of an eye, the wings had turned into two thin skeletons. The voice of the angel's cry also became much hoarse and deeper.

Rog flew with a kick. Kick the angel to the ground and wave his hand. The flaming greatsword was in his hands. He let out another sinister laugh, and with a twist of his hand, he twisted the Holy Flame Greatsword into a steel rod.

The angel groaned and twitched, and just as he tried to get up, the steel rod with a loud roar fell head-on, knocking him to the ground.

The smile on the fat man's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a hideous gritted tooth, and he beat and scolded at the same time, as if every word was squeezed out of his teeth:

"You***...... Blasphemy?I'll let you know now...... What is blasphemy!**, there's a good piece of meat here...... Now, you're calling me, you're calling me, you're calling me, why don't you make a sound......

Golden flames continued to emerge from the tumbling angels, but as soon as they appeared, they were extinguished by an invisible force. Therefore, the angel, who should have been incinerated by the flames, could not be freed for a long time, and could only toss and moan under the beating of Rogge almost as a street hooligan.

The angelic moans grew low, and Rog's hoarse growls and gasps were nearing the end.

Finally, it was quiet.

Rog stood in the middle of the room, looking up to the sky. At some point, two lines of tears quietly fell from his closed eyes. From this moment on, the war has begun. This was not his war, but since it was her war, then, it was also his war.

The angel of light stood quietly to the side, looking at the bizarre pair in front of him, as if he had been stunned.

Rogge slowly opened his eyes, scanned the angel corpses scattered all over the ground, and gently exhaled a cloudy breath. He turned around, looked at the angel of light who was still standing aside, and said lightly, "Are you self-destructive, or do you want me to do it?"

Rumble!

The flames soared into the air at an altitude of 100 meters, reflecting the entire Westwood as bright as day. The town was crowded with people who fled outside the city to escape the fire. Such a fire will not only burn down the ancient and glorious Knight Academy, but will also inevitably burn the entire city to the ground.

No one noticed that a lonely figure walked out of the raging flames and disappeared into the vast night.

See him, don't see him. See him, don't see him......

The monotonous voice reverberated in Floya's mind. She sat on the top of a precipice, facing the endless night sky, the cold blue moon, and the hanging stars, and let the mountain breeze blow the hem of her skirt. She hung her hands on her chin, and a pair of snow-white bare feet hung in the air, just staring intently at the beautiful magical rose in front of her.

The petals of the Magic Rose flew apart one by one, turning into a small halo of beautiful magic. Fade into the night sky. In the elf's bottomless blue eyes, the magic rose was shrinking little by little. Until the last petal also disappeared into the wind.

Don't go to see him.

The little goblin let out a long breath, and a mesmerizing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She thought for a moment, and with a flick of her right hand, another magic rose condensed in the air.

"Let's do it again......" she thought.

See him, don't see him...... It all started all over again.

In fact, she knew in her heart that this ancient and simple divination was repeated no matter how many times. The result will be the same, because every magic rose she makes has even petals.

So this time, the result is still not to see him.

Floya still had a smile on her lips, as if she was immersed in memories of the past. After a long time, her right hand waved slightly, and a magic rose was generated again. Only this time, a magic rose with a faint glow floated in the air. Nothing has changed.

Hundreds of meteors fluttering around the ever-setting stars fell several more, and the direction in which they floated down was the cliff where Floya was located. Looking at the speeding meteors, Floya knew that she didn't have to worry about this problem anymore.

Floya fluttered up, her hands dancing in a strange rhythm. It looks like a night butterfly dancing poignantly. As she moved, the vast space of dissociating magic frantically converged, gathering into a faint storm around her.

In the blink of an eye, the meteor had flown in front of her, turning into three angels as cold as ice. The leading angel held a spear in his left hand and pointed at Floya in his right hand, and said, "Powerful magician, your strength trait is acceptable to the gods, so you have the glory of converting to the Lord God." ”

Floya smiled, and the beauty of the moment seemed to reflect the mountains as well.

"Thanks, no need. She said.

this night. It's extraordinarily long.

In this never-ending night. But the stars that do not set grow brighter and brighter. From its brilliance, from time to time new meteors will fly out. Join the hundreds of meteors that fly around the stars. In the meteors that are almost connected into a band of light, dozens of meteors will swim out every once in a while, flying to all corners of the continent.

Despite the extraordinary night, most parts of the continent were still asleep, such as a steppe in the western part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The night breeze gently brushed the long grass, and occasionally, a few nocturnal beasts ran wildly.

It's just that the tranquility of the steppe didn't last long.

A few meteors flew down and turned into four fully armored earth angels. They stood in the hundred-meter sky, scanning the entire grassland with a substantial gaze. Everywhere they looked, all life ceased to move, and the only thing these instinctive creatures could do was to tremble to express their awe.

The four angels searched repeatedly, but seemed to find nothing. The bow-wielding angel at the head looked puzzled and frowned in thought. After all, they were assigned to search for this place, and for them, the existence of that assignment was unattainable and unimaginable. It can't make mistakes, it can't find its target at this time, the fault must be them.

The archangel waved his hand, and the four angels scattered and searched in one direction. But they didn't notice that just as they were scattering, there was a young girl strolling on the grassland not far away.

Her long pale blonde hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her steps were as light as the wind, and she was calm and calm, as if she was just passing by here. Whether she was passing by or doing it on purpose, the four angels not far away were unaware.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at the four angels who had just dispersed. In an instant, a light blue flame had ignited in her eyes, and a fierce killing intent flashed!

The four angels were startled almost at the same moment, and they all turned to look in the direction of the girl!

All they saw was a flash of blood-colored lightning, and then. It's endless darkness.

The girl regained her original serenity and beauty, and calmly walked into the distance, as if she were just passing by. In the blink of an eye, her figure had disappeared into the night, and occasionally, the long pale blonde hair would flash in the distance, as if she was unwilling to disappear into the darkness.

The nocturnal beasts of the steppe all quietly raised their heads. Their fears are not yet gone. Still not daring to escape, he could only secretly look at the four flames burning in the sky.

The night was noisy again.

The city of Lille is full of surging crowds. Slogans were chanted everywhere, and 100,000 torches lit up the city as bright as day.

In a city that seemed to have fallen into madness, only a large area of buildings to the west of the city remained dark and silent. This is the temporary headquarters of the Holy Knights.

In a large room on the top floor of the main building, Augustus sat in a chair, staring out the window at the stars that never set in the night sky. There was no light in his room. It wasn't until he saw more than a dozen meteors falling towards Lille City that the blood angel's face full of traces of time and carved lines moved slightly.

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door. Without waiting for Augustus to answer. The door opened, and a young knight strode in.

"Lord Augustus, the prophet Rafarash is leading the zealous Protestants toward here! He says that you have fallen into the company of the devil and slain six prophets, including Müller, who spread the light of the Lord God. He declares to purge you for the gods of heaven. And ......"

The young knight paused, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said, "...... Moreover, many knights of the Holy Knights were bewitched by Rafarash. Joined his camp, so we're now at a numerical disadvantage. ”

Augustus smiled lowly and said, "A lot of knights, I'm afraid all the holy knights are on Rafarash's side!"

"No! not all!" said the young knight, "including me, there are eighty-six knights of the Guards who will always be loyal to you! We will all make them remember the courage of the Knights of the Holy Knights!"

The Blood Angel turned to look at the young knight. He was handsome, tall, and full of strong fighting spirit, and his young face was a little red from excitement.

"But......," the young knight hesitated again, "Lord Augustus, why are there angels around Rafalash? They must be phantoms created by Rafalash with magic to deceive the cultists!"

At this time, there was already a commotion outside the window, and half of the sky was red with torches. Augustus looked out the window, stood up, walked up to the young knight, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It seems that Rafarash has brought at least 100,000 believers, and we have only eighty-seven. Are you afraid?"

The young knight was excited. However, in a blink of an eye, he calmed down and said resolutely: "Even if it's just me and you." I won't be afraid!"

"Very well, you are already a true Holy Knight. Augustus approvingly, "And a true knight should only sacrifice for what is worthwhile." ”

With that, the slight movement he placed on the young knight's shoulder instantly slashed the back of the young knight's neck. The young knight looked stunned, but he could no longer control his body, and fell limply.

Augustus stretched out his hand, and with a sonorous sound, the long sword that had been with him for decades flew into his hand even with its sheath. The Blood Angel opened the door and walked out into the darkness outside the door, towards the hundred thousand believers and ten angels of Rafarash.

The moment the door slammed shut, before he fell asleep, the young knight saw a pair of wings spread quietly behind Augustus.

Those wings were as black as ink.

Rogge wandered through the flow of people, a little dazed to experience the restlessness and madness of the city.

It is a populous city, very close to the city of Lille, just three days away. Perhaps because of this, the turmoil and turmoil in Lille also affected the city. As in the city of Lille, torches, spirits, frenzy and shouts are the city's theme at the moment.

In almost every square, in every tavern, there will be people who occupy high places, giving impassioned, even hysterical speeches. Looking at the distorted and deformed faces, foaming at the mouth, and looking at the crowd of people in the audience who raised their arms and shouted wildly, Rogge suddenly felt very funny.

Why are they so excited, have they found the truth? Presumably they must have thought so. But among the thousands of people in the wilderness, how many people have seriously pondered whether the ideas they have been told must be correct.

The only thing Rogge was certain of was that none of the beings he saw knew the fate that was coming.

"The devil has appeared, and the truth is about to be revealed!" a hoarse tenor voice passed through the space and obstacles, reaching Rogge's ears without loss. The fat man was taken aback. Turning his head, he saw a man in a robe standing on a statue pedestal and giving a speech. He was lean. However, the volume is extremely high, and the sound is sharp and thin, which is very penetrating, and it is precisely because of this that it can reach Rogge's ears at a distance of 100 meters.

"The great prophet Rafarash, the messenger of the gods, has seen through the true face of the blood angel Augustus, and he has called on all believers of the true gods to go to Lille and fight against Augustus the Devil!" the man continued to shout. The shrill voice is like a needle, constantly moving back and forth in the sky above the city.

"Kill the devil!"

"Crucify Augustus!"

"Burn him ......"

The crowd boiled, and the shouts drowned out the man's voice in the blink of an eye.

Rogge's heart suddenly swelled up with an inexplicable irritation. What did he fight to the death with her, and those who had seen through the plane and their fate, for the sake of the existence of the plane, for the survival, freedom, and dignity of the people in front of him? But there was no point in thinking about the purpose of the struggle in front of him. He once had the radiance of the Lord of Destruction. Therefore there is no escape. Since you don't want to give in, you can only fight to the end. Moreover, destruction is salvation, and whether he submits or not, the end is the same.

The fat man's mind moved slightly, and he had already appeared behind the lean man. The fat man kicked down the ten-meter highland bluestone statue and grabbed it casually. Snapped off the statue's calf, then wheeled up the huge and strange stone pillar and smashed it into the back of the man's head!

"I will lead you ......" the man's screams stopped abruptly!

Rogge picked up the calf of the stone statue, and when he wanted to continue smashing it, he was suddenly stunned. He looked at the calf of the stone statue, and then at the place where the man was standing, and although he still felt resentful in his heart, he really didn't feel the need to make up for it a few more times.

The crowd fell silent suddenly, unable to comprehend the bloody reality in front of them for a moment. I don't know who took the lead and shouted: "Devil!" Like a spark falling into the sea of oil, the temporary flame in the hearts of the crowd burned again!

Look at the crowd rushing wildly. Rogge sneered. Lips move slightly, exhaling a few simple notes. A slowly flowing whirlwind is formed around the body. At this time, the fat man was no longer the boy who had just learned the secrets of magic that day, and the magic he cast casually, no matter whether it was high or low, contained incredible power.

The wind was gentle, as soft as a knife. Dozens of wild men who rushed forward suddenly stopped, dozens of criss-crossing red lines looming on their bare skin. The people in front stopped, but the people behind them were still shouting and rushing forward. Under the pushing, dozens of people at the front fell one after another, and before their bodies hit the ground, they were split into dozens of pieces of flesh, and blood was pouring out!

The believers are wild, but they have not completely lost their minds. Those who accidentally stepped on the corpse crushed and stopped. However, behind them, dozens of times more people were bravely stepping forward, and as soon as they stopped, they were immediately pushed down by the people behind them, and then, there were countless feet stepping on.

Around the base of the tall stone statue, the wind was still blowing softly, but its sharp sword-like wind could not stop the almost crazy crowd, and the blood mist that splattered could not extinguish the raging flames in people's hearts. With a calm face, Rogge lifted the stone pillar in his hand high and smashed it down again.

One, two, three......

After only a few counts, Rogge felt bored. He looked around, and saw that in all parts of the city, a few points of holy light were shining one after another, and they were the light on the angel's wings. Rogge looked at the crowd around him who were surging up without fear of death, sighed lightly, threw down the crimson stone pillar in his hand, and turned to walk north. His figure flickered, and every step he took was a kilometer away. In an instant, Rog was gone, and in the square, the wild people did not realize that their target was long gone, and still rushed madly towards the base of the statue.

Walking in the night, Rogge's heart swelled up more than boredom. And amazement. He had discovered a subtle change in his heart. The fat man was already in a high position at a young age, and countless experiences between life and death had made him forget the word benevolence. Although the fat man does not love to kill, he will never be afraid to kill when he needs to, no matter how many people he wants to kill. But every time he killed someone, even a city, in the past, he regarded the other party as a human being. Treat them as the same race as themselves.

But this time was different.

These people are at a loss to know their own fate, and they are merely food for the gods to draw on their faith. Like pigs and sheep to people. They fought wildly, only one step closer to becoming pigs and sheep. Perhaps because of this, when Rogge kills, he doesn't feel like he's killing at all, but just slaughtering herds of pigs and sheep. He no longer saw these people as being of the same race as himself.

So he was stunned.

With such a state of mind, what is the difference between him and the gods in the sky at this moment?

The fat man smiled wryly. Drove out all this little confusion. He suddenly froze in the air, slowly turned around, and sneered at the seven-point Divine Radiance that was chasing at full speed behind him.

A moment later, there were seven more flames burning under the night sky.

Rog stood in the air, his gaze once more sweeping over the continent in the night. At this moment, how many people are fighting alone like him?

He shook his head and turned to the north. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly frowned and stopped his body again. And before him came two more angels. They were large in size and had a breath unlike the low-level angels.

Rogge's face finally showed some solemnity. The two power angels, for him at this moment, are also opponents worth taking seriously. What's more, they are different from the Angel of Power that Andreoli brought that day. They stepped directly from the gates of the Heavenly Realm, and their ontological power was much less affected by this plane.

The fat man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the shining star in the night sky. That star is the gate of the heavenly realm that is being built. No one knew how much time it would take to build a Celestial Gate, and neither did Rogge. He only knew that there were high-ranking angels among the hundreds of angels surrounding the Heavenly Gate, and it was very difficult to get close to the Heavenly Gate. Moreover, one side of the Heavenly Gate connects this plane, and the other side is bathed in the light of the main god, which is not at all something that ordinary gods can destroy. Moreover, since the Gate of the Heavenly Realm has already begun to be established in this plane, even if one is destroyed, another will be built.

It's all there. Since it has begun. Then it will inevitably come to an end.

But not long has passed since the star hung high in the night sky. Even before the night was over, a powerful angel stepped out of the gate of the heavenly realm and began to inspect the entire plane?

At this moment, the stars shone again, and dozens of meteors of different colors were separated from the meteor group. Only this time the meteors did not disperse, but converged into a beam and flew straight in the direction of Rog.

"Is it going to be over so soon?"

Rog didn't want the decisive moment to come so soon, he wandered through the night just to capture a few more Angels from the Earth.

But he didn't really care about the early arrival of the decisive moment.

The fat man smiled, and with a grasp of his right hand, the huge death scythe had already appeared in his hand.

It's just that Rogge's smile suddenly froze, and he looked up at the unset star again. Because at this moment, night suddenly turned into day!

The reversal of day and night was only a matter of moments, for an impossibly huge electric light swept across half of the night sky and silently struck the stars that never set!

When the day turned into night again, the thunder that resounded through the heavens and the earth was heard.

The non-falling star had dimmed a lot, and there were nearly a hundred meteors flying around it, wrapped in a raging flame, and fell to the ground, causing a poignant meteor shower.

Barely giving people time to think, a second ray of lightning crossed the night sky and struck the stars again!

The stars that never set were even dimmer, and they looked the same as ordinary stars. The meteors that flew around were much less affected because they had become much thinner, and only forty or fifty of them burned and fell.

Dozens of meteors flying straight towards Rogge immediately turned around and flew towards the electric light. Far away. The place where the lightning rises is the Valley of the Elves.

Rogge took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the two power angels in front of him, and said in a flat voice, "Accept the destruction." ”

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the continent, the secret realm where the Great Temple of Light is located is a dead silence, that is, there is no flow of light and shadow. I don't smell a slight sound, it seems. It's a dead land.

The dull moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main church building on the abrupt iron cage in the middle of the room. In the cage stood a dreamlike black-haired, silver-eyed girl, who raised her fist very slowly, and struck at the thick steel bars of the cage. But each time, as if she was afraid of touching her hand, when she was still a little away from the steel bar, her fist would be withdrawn. Whoever watched this scene. will feel that the girl's choice is correct, her hands are white and delicate, almost transparent, and so tender that they seem to be broken if they touch the steel bar.

Her black hair remained in a flying posture, and her silver eyes seemed to be filled with an undissipating mist, revealing an indescribable poignancy in her dreamlike beauty at a glance.

She clenched her fists and slammed slowly into the cage bar. And in vain, and so on, it seems to never stop.

The moonlight gradually brightened, but on this night, it was impossible to tell whether it was moonlight or starlight that penetrated through the window.

The girl looked more and more anxious. The mist in her silver eyes grew thicker and thicker, and finally, the mist condensed into a crystal droplet, sliding down her creamy face. After this punch, she no longer flinched, but resisted it with a dead end.

Her face grew pale, and a faint golden line of blood flowed from the corner of her lips, but her right fist was advancing point by point, infinitely close to the steel bars that formed the cage.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the silent room, and the cage was filled with lightning. The girl seemed to have been hit hard. Fall to the ground. But her efforts were not without results. After the steel cage shook, the invisible barrier finally revealed a gap. This crack is fleeting. But for her, it was enough. She opened her lips and suddenly let out a cry that pierced through the clouds and stones!

The shout of Qingyue instantly broke through the roof and went through the clouds!

The blow and the shout seemed to drain all her strength, and even the flying black hair fell obediently, turning into a soft silk horse and scattered around her. She struggled to breathe, and it didn't take long for her to gather enough strength to get back on her feet.

She didn't wait long.

As soon as the invisible barrier was closed, a vague figure appeared beside her. In this space where time flowed almost to a standstill, she tried to keep her eyes open, trying to discern if she was looking at something wrong, after all, the figure was so erratic that it would disappear completely when she looked closely.

She blinked her silver eyes vigorously, trying to see more clearly. At this moment, a fluctuation of thought entered her consciousness, which she had feared infinitely and was now desperately looking forward to, Fengyue Earth consciousness: "You read that right, I'm back." ”

The girl smiled, tried to show a smile, and said, "It's really ...... That's great. ”

Feng Yue said in the same cold tone as before, "You know that I have been looking for my way back, and you know what will happen when I return. Why do you even give me the coordinates?"

The girl smiled and stretched out her hand to Fengyue with difficulty: "Because...... I can't help him! only ...... Only you can ......"

Fengyue was silent for a moment, and finally slowly squatted down, gently held the girl's hand, and said, "You can't exist independently from this body......"

"I know. ”

Fengyue was silent, just shook the girl's hand.

"Let's get started, I'm ready. With that, she closed her eyes. Fengyue stared at her, and at this moment, her smile was calm and serene.

Time seems to have stood still.

I don't know how long it took, Fengyue opened her eyes again. The silver eyes were as cold as ever, and the black hair like soft satin fell back like a waterfall.

As if supported by a pair of invisible hands, Fengyue's body slowly floated up and stood in the cage. She only glanced at the steel cage slightly, then clenched her fist with her right hand and struck the steel cage above her head with a fist!

The dead silence of the secret realm suddenly shook slightly, and then a thunderclap resounded throughout the secret realm! With a roar, dozens of magnificent buildings in the Holy Hall collapsed one after another, flying sand and masonry in all directions. Fengyue's beautiful figure rose into the sky.

The steel cage, which had empowered Rogge's countless efforts and made him boast for a long time, had long since been torn apart and buried in the rubble, turning into a relic that could only be admired and contemplated by future generations.

As soon as Fengyue recognized the direction, he rose to the sky and flew towards the endless sky. When the light flashed under the night sky, the dreamlike figure was gone.

"He's a**. It's really difficult! Is this going to force Lao Tzu to show his real skills?"

The fat man cursed indistinctly as he vigorously removed the feathers stuck to his hands. Busy for half a day. The rage in his heart rose again, and he flew up with a kick and kicked hard at the huge body of the Angel of Force, which did not move.

It took a long time for the fat man to clean up his body, and he lifted the Death Scythe stuck in the ground beside him, and moved his muscles and bones at will. The consequence of this simple action is that dozens of wounds all over the body are painful at the same time. Especially the horrible wound that pierced his entire chest.

The flesh from his wound squirmed, mending the damage on his body. It's just that although Rogge is not afraid of the Heavenly Flame Flame, the wounds caused by this flame are not so easy to repair.

The fat man's eyes were slightly closed, and after a while, he clenched the death scythe in his right hand.

The stars that never set bloomed again, and there were nearly a thousand meteors circling and dancing around. And at this moment, the angels standing in front of Rogge have correspondingly changed from a few to dozens.

The fat man's eyes slowly swept over the angels' expressionless faces, then he smiled and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. scolded: "It's really troublesome, you can't kill it all!"

Rogge suddenly straightened his chest, and the three pairs of blue wings full of stars behind him quietly stretched to the maximum, and the invisible majesty instantly spread to a hundred meters away!

"You are so bold that to be disrespectful to me is to blaspheme the splendor of our lord Dismason!" Rog's flat, mechanical, cold voice echoed in the ears of every angel. All of a sudden. All the angels looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Rogge's brows furrowed slightly, the blue starlight around him couldn't help expanding, and he snorted coldly again.

Seeing that Rogge was already angry, the angel at the head immediately threw down the giant sword in his hand and knelt down in the air. After him, dozens of angels also fell to their knees in the air at the same time.

Most of the high-ranking angels are accustomed to fighting in various planes, and in order to adapt to the different environments of each plane, they will also change themselves accordingly. Therefore, for angels, physical appearance is not the basis for judgment. The only way to tell is the breath. In the sense of these angels. At this moment, Rogge's body was completely full of the aura of Andreoli of the stars.

Seraphim carries a brilliance second only to the Lord God, and it is also an existence that they cannot disobey at all.

At the moment when all the angels are on their knees. Rogge suddenly moved!

His figure flickered, like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, he had circled around dozens of angels. When the fat man returned to his place, the Death Scythe was still whirling in the palm of his hand.

And those dozens of angels had turned into dazzling polar fireballs in astonishment and incomprehension.

The fat man smiled and said, "It seems that what I expected is not bad, the angels really don't have brains!"

"Not necessarily!" a gentle and pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind the fat man.

The fat man was startled, and slowly turned around, only to find that there was an angel behind him, looking at him with a smile.

It was still the familiar starry eyes, still the six blue wings adorned with stars, and the one who appeared behind Rogge was none other than Andreoli of the stars.

Looking at Rogge with a stunned face, Andreoli smiled and said, "Although I am not smart, if you want to deceive me, I am afraid that you will have to become our master Dismason." ”

"It seems to be a bit difficult. Rogge said slowly.

"It seems like yes. "Andreoli's voice is always so pleasant.

Rogge's right hand quietly clenched the Death Scythe, he glanced at the stars in the night sky, and then said, "Since even you have appeared, the gate of the heavenly realm must have been built, right?"

"It's still a little close, but it's not far from being fully built. ”

The fat man took a deep breath and slowly raised the death scythe, and the scenery around him began to blur. He stared at Andreoli's starry eyes and said in a deep voice, "That is so. Let's do it!"

Andreoli smiled, he was already handsome, and this smile added to the charm. To Rogge's surprise, this mighty Seraphim did not show any indication of gathering power at all, he just pointed to the stars that never set in the night, and said with a smile: "You see, you still have many enemies to choose from. I have a lot of work to do, so we don't have to fight this one. Wouldn't it be nice to have everyone busy?"

The fat man could hardly believe his ears, how could this be the words of a seraphim? But Rog did not dare to relax at all, after all, from the past records, angels and demons are both untrustworthy fellows. And now the fat man is holding the mentality of desperately counting one by one to meet this final battle, so he is still gathering strength, in the blink of an eye. The surging power within him was approaching the limit of what he could handle.

But Rogge is still gathering strength! Against an opponent like Andreoli, no matter how much power he accumulates, he will not be excessive. And Rogge's only chance to win will only come at the moment of the blow.

Life and death will be decided in that instant.

Seeing the Death Scythe that had become twisted and blurred, Andreoli sighed lightly, "Rogge, even if you want to continue this battle, I'm afraid some people will not agree." ”

The fat man smiled coldly and said, "Who wouldn't agree?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Rogge!

Before Rogge could react from his stunnedness. A slender hand like ice and snow reached out from behind him, and gently and deftly snatched the Death Scythe that was ready to be shot from Rog's hand. Immediately after that, Rogge only felt a chill in the back of his neck, and hit her again. Her hands were cold and soft, and touching her skin was the supreme pleasure, but with the touch came a slight coldness to the bone. The wisps of cold were completely irresistible, everywhere they went. All the power that Rogge had gathered would be gone.

At this moment, the panic in the fat man's heart far overwhelmed the surprise, and he only had time to say: "Fengyue! How can you return to ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and then his body was no longer under his control, and slowly fell backwards.

Feng Yue pulled his left hand, supported Rogge's falling body, and then said softly: "Because this is not your war ......"

It's just that Rog has lost consciousness, and he can't hear the words anymore.

Feng Yue stared at Rogge before raising his head for a moment, his silver eyes turning cold. The Grim Reaper's scythe pointed at Andreoli. Said lightly: "Let's start." ”

Andreoli didn't seem to hear Fengyue's words at all, he just looked at Fengyue in a daze. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Although we are destined to be enemies, but in that sentence, you have other choices, and I also have something to do." So...... We don't have to fight. ”

Without waiting for Fengyue to answer, Andreoli slowly turned around and flew into the distance, the blue wings full of stars flickered a few times, and then disappeared and merged with the stars in the sky.

Feng Yuedai's eyebrows frowned slightly, she looked at the stardust that did not fall in the night sky, and then looked at the sleeping Rogge in her arms, and just as she was about to leave, Andreoli's mental fluctuations suddenly came from afar: "The source of faith in this plane has collapsed, so the doppelganger of my lord Dismason will soon descend on the ground......"

Feng Yue was silent for a moment, narrowed her silver eyes slightly, and looked at the unfalling star in the night sky. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind, her lips opened slightly, and from the icy lips, a wisp of cold air slowly floated out.

She slashed through the void with the Death Scythe, and wherever the blade passed, it immediately rippled in space. With just one cut, Fengyue cut through the spatial barrier.

She sent her left hand forward slightly, and Rogge floated leisurely towards the spatial ripples like a light boat on the river.

It's just a few meters away, and no matter how slow Rogge floats, it's only a few breaths, and he has already drifted in front of the spatial ripples.

But these few breaths of time, for her, how long are years!

Feng Yue's hand was raised and lowered, and every time she couldn't help but want to pull him back, and every time she forcibly pressed it down. She knew that after this farewell, there would never be a day of goodbye.

Feng Yue suddenly let out a clear roar, and with a wave of his left hand, he completely pushed Rogge into the spatial ripples, and then with a wave of the Death Scythe, he cut off all connections between Rogge and this plane!

She soared into the sky, like a whistling meteor, rushing towards the unfalling stars under the night sky!

She never looked back......

With a groan, Rogge slowly opened his eyes and looked at the uncertain light and shadow around him with some blankness.

Rog sat up suddenly, because everything that had been before his slumber had returned to his memory!

Countless turbulences of energy roared past him, this space, without direction, without time, he was already lost in the turbulence of space.

Rogge sighed secretly and said to himself: "Fengyue, you must not have imagined that I still have a way to go back." This time I won anyway, haha......" It's just that his laughter is extremely dry, and there is no joy at all.

With a slight wave of his hand, the spatial turbulence in front of him parted to both sides, revealing a fluid spatial gap. He stepped forward, but before he could step into the gap, he shrank back. Repeating it several times, Rogge never dared to take that step.

He was not afraid of the gods of heaven, he was only afraid to know the doomed end.

Finally, Rogge stepped into the spatial gap.

It doesn't look like Rogge has been asleep for long. Everything on the continent of Gloria didn't seem to change, except for an extremely bright morning star in the sky.

On the distant horizon, the sky had begun to whiten, and on the other side of the continent, the remnants of the night were still unwilling to give up the last of their territory. It's just that in the middle of the sky, around the star that never sets, thousands of angels are already dancing around. And in the center of the thousands of angels, there was an extremely dazzling golden, blue, silver, and gray light that was changing, and it was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed that some great being was about to be stereotyped in this plane.

Rogge stared in the air, slowly scanning everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him. His hands trembled involuntarily, and an uncontrollable chill gushed out from the bottom of his heart, almost freezing his blood!

His whole body suddenly shook, his figure flickered, and in an instant, he had crossed a distance of thousands of miles and landed on the top of an ice peak.

This is the highest Tanggula ice peak in the entire Gloria continent.

At the top of the peak, a dark black Death Scythe was stuck in his lone. The mighty mountain wind whistled fiercely every time it swept past the blade.

Rogge slowly knelt down in front of the Death Scythe, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked the blade and blade. Every touch from her fingertips was so familiar, it seemed, it seemed, as if her residual fragrance, her coldness, still remained on the scythe of death.

The stars in the sky grew brighter and brighter, gradually revealing the true face of the Gate of the Heavenly Realm. With a roar, the two doors slowly opened, and at the moment the door opened, countless angels could be seen behind the door ready to go.

Rogge stood up suddenly, and let out a hoarse roar in the sky!

He didn't say much, he just pulled out the death scythe, and then stepped down with both feet, and the person had rushed to the sky like lightning, flying towards the gate of the heavenly realm!

Countless cracks quietly appeared in Tanggula Snow Peak, and then collapsed with a bang.

Rogge clenched the Scythe of Death, and invisible flames erupted around him, turning into a burning star in the blink of an eye, passing through the great existence that had not yet taken shape, and then facing the countless angels whose wings had merged into a heavenly river, he rushed up against the current, roaring into the gate of the heavenly realm!

At this moment, the heavenly river was also cut off!

It quickly returned to normalcy and continued to rush forward.

It's dawn.

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