readx;? Seventh-Day Judgment in the Book of the Seven Days (1)

The twelve statues of the angels of purgatory correspond to the twelve main gods of the heavenly realm that are high above. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info On the day when the twelve angelic statues gathered, it was when the gates of the heavenly realm stood on the clouds of this plane.

This is what the Pope said to Rogge.

Rogge stood high above the clouds, staring at the faint spatial ripples that had not yet dissipated in front of him, and there was a lingering sentimentality in his heart. Just now, he sent Wella, who had fallen into the deepest slumber, into the spatial turbulence, just as he had done to Fengyue.

They were also born from the origin of God, and they almost lost themselves in this plane, from the initial desperate struggle to the later hand in hand to defend against the enemy, not only sacrificing their lives for each other to fight the enemy, but also fighting openly and secretly in all aspects all the time.

It's just that at this moment, all the past has faded with the weather. I don't know if hundreds of millions of years later, in the endless drift, they will have a moment of passing by.

Sunset and moonrise.

I don't know how long he stood in the air, but Rogge finally sighed and slowly turned around. Patches of hoarfrost had condensed on the corners of his sideburns.

It's not that he has nothing to do right now, but that he has too much to do. Now the statues of the Angels of Purgatory are only one away from gathering, although it is only a matter of time before the statues gather. Moreover, there were already eleven statues standing in the hall, and the power of the Lord Gods of the Heavenly Realm was infinite, and if they continued to pay attention to this plane, perhaps the establishment of the Heavenly Gate would not have required twelve statues of the Angels of Purgatory at all.

But in any case, the angels of purgatory are always good like a day late.

Rog's gaze scanned the land. He knew that the Pope's power was in jeopardy. A new statue of the Angel of Purgatory could be forged at any time. Although the fat man's luck always seemed to be good, he never believed in luck.

Rather than believing that the Church of Light would still be under the control of the Pope and that a new statue would not appear, it would be better to completely eliminate the possibility of a new statue being formed. Rogge now knew that only an existence that had reached the peak of its strength in a certain aspect could become the original image of the Angel of Purgatory.

The fat man pondered the entire continent, and there were very few statues that were qualified to become the Angels of Purgatory. Originally, there were only a few powerful existences on the continent. It's just that many of them have fallen under the butcher's knives of Rog and the Church of Light. Rogge suddenly remembered that perhaps the Pope had assigned him this task in the first place. That's what I have in mind. It's just that no matter whether the old man in a high position is full of divine power, or when he is no different from an ordinary old man in the twilight, what appears in Rogge's eyes is a darkness, a darkness that does not reveal a little information.

Rogge stopped thinking about the question, he knew there was no answer.

He once again scanned the ground beneath his feet, trying to search for the aura of a powerful being, but to no avail. Now Rogge knew that he could be the original existence of the Purgatory Angel statue, except for himself. There was also a Bavarian Grand Duke. As for Xiao Fengyue and Nefi, they are not perfect enough, and the most important thing is that there is too little aura that belongs to this plane on them, so they are not suitable as the original statue of the Angel of Purgatory.

However, since the day's farewell, the Grand Duke of Bavaria has disappeared as if suddenly, so that Rogge cannot sense his breath at all. Rogge has always had some hidden worries in his heart, and he doesn't know if the Grand Guild is secretly conspiring to come out. However, he thought about it, and sooner or later he would have to fight the Celestial Realm anyway. So what does it matter if it's sooner or later?

With this in mind, Rogge put the matter aside and turned to fly off into the distance.

From the top floor of the sanctuary there was a local voice from time to time.

Xiao Fengyue held her chin with both hands and looked at Rogge who was busy with all her attention.

Rog was sweating profusely, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and was pounding a battle axe with a strong magical aura. The tomahawk alone is a marvel from its magical brilliance. It may even be close to an artifact. It's just that the dull sledgehammer in Rogge's hand looks like the best of the artifacts, and he knocked the tomahawk into a steel bar in three or two strokes.

Unfortunately, it's not just a tomahawk. At this moment, there were a large pile of various weapons and magic items at Rogge's feet, and the magic light that bloomed reflected the large room as bright as day. These pieces of equipment have been collected by the Church of Light for hundreds of years, and any one of them is enough to cause a sensation. But now they were scattered around like the cheapest weapons and armor, waiting to fall into the fat claws of Rog, who seemed to have no idea what they were worth.

The sound of Ding Ding Dangdang's percussion is crisp and soft, which is very pleasant, and there are bursts of chorus sound from time to time, and the beauty of the sound can fully demonstrate the value of these equipment.

In this way, the precious and powerful magical equipment became long strips in Rogge's hands. They vary in length and thickness to varying thickness. It's as ugly as it gets. They don't just change shape. And the magic properties have completely changed. Regardless of the original material of these equipment, they will become as soft as bread under the fat man's hands. After a while, it is beaten into shape. As more and more strips are placed on the ground, there will be fluctuations in the magic between them.

In this process, the fat man also seemed to be very struggling, and every time he hit a few pieces, he had to stop and catch his breath for a while. By the time it had passed, he was already sweating profusely.

When Fengyue saw it, her lips opened slightly, blowing out a wisp of wind that seemed to be there or not. With a slight coolness in the wind, it flew around Rogge, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The fat man smiled at Xiao Fengyue, but as soon as his mouth opened, his expression immediately stiffened, and a layer of blue ash quickly climbed up his face, and then, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Yue let out a soft sigh, and her gaze immediately turned away. She was too strong, and she was used to destruction, and it was the first time in her life that she blew such a gentle wind. As a result, she was careless, and immediately turned the soft wind into a gangfeng, and the lethality was not ordinarily strong, even the fat man was frozen and temporarily unable to move, if she changed to an ordinary strong person, then if she didn't die, she would have to be seriously injured.

The fat man couldn't cry or laugh, and his whole body trembled. Shake off all the frost on his body, and continue to work with a hammer. He grabbed it casually, and there was another long sword in his hand.

The sword is dark blue throughout, like the deepest and most tranquil night sky, and there are dits of deadly beauty on the blade from time to time.

The fat man wordlessly raised the blue starry sky in front of him, staring at the blue sword blade full of memories and temptations. The jumping starlight reflected his face in a flickering light, just like the fluctuating tide of his heart.

The beauty who once held a sword quietly appeared in his heart again. She is handsome and feminine. The heart is ruthless, but there are still innocent and good thoughts in the bottom of the heart. She is trying to find a place in the world of power that belongs only to men. But she was proud, conceited, and simple, and was doomed to failure. She dares to love and hate, desperate to get what she wants, how can she explain and explain clearly those feelings with Fengyue, with Furoya and with him?

This sword is still there. The Si people are gone.

Rogge sighed secretly, his hand rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, this artifact that was famous for its beauty and power on the continent no longer existed. Now that man is gone, what is the use of a sword?

Fengyue sat quietly across from him. She had no idea of the fluctuating fluctuations in Rogge's heart at the moment.

"Where's Nephi?" asked Rogge, busy.

"She said that there is something else that can help you, and that the war that is destined to die will be avoided. So she found a place to hide herself. "Fengyue Road.

The fat man was slightly surprised and thought for a while. Smiled: "What a smart child." With that, he began to work hard again.

After a while, the fat man had turned all his weapons and equipment into thin sticks of different lengths. When the last one was finished, the thin, crudely ugly sticks suddenly glowed with a misty magical glow and emitted a subtle roar. A wave of * magic waves reverberated through them, repeatedly intensifying. Later, each fluctuation of the magical light and shadow caused the entire room to vibrate.

Feng Yue's face showed a slight solemn expression, these magic fluctuations corresponded to each other, and she was also instinctively feeling a little afraid by combining so many artifact powers.

The fat man's subordinates kept going, and in the blink of an eye, he used these thin sticks to build an iron cage.

The cage is not big, after all, although the Church of Light has a rich collection, but these equipment are actually not much in terms of the volume of catties and catties, so the cage is not big at all.

After Rogge struck the final hammer. Hehe smiled. I look at my work with great satisfaction. It's just that he waited expectantly for a long time, and he didn't wait for Xiao Fengyue's praise. After all, she barely spoke.

The fat man really couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, so he simply boasted to himself: "Look at this cage! Integrate all the forces in the world into one, circulate with each other, and not leak! It's not me who blows, as soon as the door of this cage is closed, the inside and outside are completely two planes, not only can it block any attack from the inside and outside, but also the time in the cage is almost static! What kind of artifact can do this? Hehe, Lao Tzu alone with this cage is enough to be famous for eternity, if this is sold in the hammer of the god of war, what price must be marked? Well, I'm going to have to trade a big empire for that! But it looks a little rougher...... No, it's called roughness!"

The fat man circled around the cage a few times, boasting to himself for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he had not yet left his name on such a great work, so he immediately picked up a small chisel and carved his name crookedly. The fat man's calligraphy was never worthy of compliment, and even if he had read the Book of Shiloh and learned many secrets of the plane, it would not help him improve his calligraphy.

It's just that the moment his name came up, all the magical aura immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Come, come and have a look and see if you can figure out what else is unique about this cage. Rogge said proudly to Xiao Fengyue.

Fengyue slowly stood up, flew to the cage, and looked at it carefully for a long time. She couldn't find anything else unique about it other than the things that Rogge had just boasted about. She opened the cage door again and looked inside. Her silver eyes could clearly see that the inside and outside of the cage were two completely different worlds, probably because the cage door was open, and the flow of time inside and outside was almost completely synchronized, but it could still be seen that the world time inside the cage was slightly slower. But this fat man also said it just now.

Xiao Fengyue turned her head and looked at Rogge with some confusion.

At this moment, she has fully grown up, except for her demeanor and expression, her body and appearance are exactly the same as Fengyue, after all, this is Fengyue's body. And after she grew up, she became more and more cold and quiet, and her demeanor gradually became consistent with Fengyue.

Rogge sighed in his heart, but there was a malicious smile on his face: "Don't you think that this cage is the right size for you?"

Xiao Fengyue was taken aback, and before she could react, she slapped Rogge hard on her buttocks. She instinctively exclaimed, her figure flickered, and she instantly moved forward a meter.

Bang Dang!

The cage door slammed shut.

Xiao Fengyue was really taken aback, she tried to break out of the cage, but the world inside the cage was self-contained, all kinds of forces complemented each other, there was no flaw, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the invisible barrier and touch the steel bar of the cage.

After several unsuccessful attempts, she could only look at Rogge and ask why she was being locked up here. But Rogge's movements became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into changing lights and shadows and blocks of color. This is true not only of Rogge, but of everything outside the cage. And all the sounds turned into monotonous and meaningless screams.

She knew it wasn't because Rog was getting faster, but because time was flowing more and more slowly in the cage. Xiao Fengyue quickly increased her strength to barely keep up with the rhythm of the world outside the cage.

The fat man stood outside the cage, looked at Xiao Fengyue standing still in the cage, sighed lightly, and said, "Even if the plane is destroyed, this cage will not be broken." You can't hear me now, but ...... It's not your war, stay here. ”

He glanced at the motionless little Fengyue one last time, shook his head, didn't say anything more, just patted the cage lightly, and turned around to go outside.

Quiet.

Sudden silence!

In absolute silence, the room lit up.

Rog stood still, his face like frost, staring out the window at the intense light that came through. There is an infinite amount of coercion in the Holy Light, and that is the majesty that only belongs to the Heavenly Realm!

His body suddenly trembled, and a pair of blue wings behind him stretched uncontrollably, stretching to the maximum, in harmony with the Holy Light and Majesty.

In the tide of holy light, Rogge stands like a mountain. He suddenly reached out and grabbed one of his blue wings, followed by a hoarse, furious and unyielding, beastly roar!

Rog staggered, step by step, and walked out of the hall with difficulty.

Behind him, the pair of blue wings, which once represented nobility and arrogance, were lying on the floor, twitching slightly.

However, Rogge didn't notice that Feng Yue, who was supposed to be standing still, had turned his head at this moment and was staring at his departing back.

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