readx;? The Seventh Day of the Book of the Seven Days (2)

This world, which was supposed to be night, has now become a sea of holy light. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soft glow is like substance, like a snowflake of light, fluttering and falling from the sky. The night that should have fallen was banished into the corner by the Holy Radiance.

At this moment, in the entire continent of Gloria, I don't know how many people have walked out of their homes, looking up in awe at this vision between heaven and earth, the greatest miracle ever recorded.

Night has turned into day.

The light that illuminates the sky is not the usual milky white, but alternates pale gold and pale blue, with occasional other colors. In this way, the sky should only be gorgeous, but it is only the faint coercion contained in the falling snow-like holy light that makes people feel awe when they look up at the sky.

Although the coercion in the Holy Radiance was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, whether it was an ordinary civilian or a powerful person in the world, there was no difference in the trembling that he felt in his heart, just as in front of an ancient dragon, whether it was a rabbit or a lion, he would be equally afraid.

Rogge stood on the long steps of the Great Temple of Light, looked up at the holy light falling in the sky, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath.

What he blew out was a wisp of ice blue.

The fat man no longer looked up at the holy glow in the sky, pushed open the door of the Great Temple of Light, and strode in.

This long, lonely corridor Rogge has walked many times, and each time he walks, he has a different feeling. And this time, from the moment he stepped on this corridor, his heart was inexplicably faintly sad. That feeling. It seems like being on a desert island and suddenly losing contact with another partner. It was sadness, loneliness, and a little panic.

Rogge quickened his pace, and a moment later he was in front of the Pope's prayer room. Outside the old wooden door, Augustus stood there, as if waiting for him.

See Rogge arrive. The Blood Angel silently stepped to the side, making way for Rogge. Rogge's brow furrowed slightly. Come to the door and raise your hand to knock on the door. His hand was raised high, but finally landed gently on the door, stroking the mottled lines on the wooden door that represented the breath of time.

The door can't be opened.

The moment he touched the wooden door, Rogge already felt that there was nothingness behind the door, and that the Pope and his prayer room had disappeared into an endless void, no longer existing. This is true nothingness. Unlike spatial turbulence, there is no room for any material existence in the void world, not even the soul.

Rogge stroked the wooden door for a long time, then turned to Augustus and asked heavily, "Your Majesty is gone?"

The Blood Angel nodded and said calmly, "Yes." His Majesty knew that you would be back, but he said that he could not wait for that time, so he asked me to wait for you here. ”

Rogge's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Did he say anything?"

Augustus's voice gradually deepened, and he said, "Your Majesty, before leaving, your eyes have seen through the past and the future, and have passed through the fog that covers the gods of the heavenly realm. He asked me to convey to you that the head of the twelve main gods is now the Lord of Destruction, Dismarson. and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption. The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption are actually just two sides of the same entity. ”

The Lord of Destruction, the Lord of Redemption, the two are one?!

After a moment of silence, Rogge looked up and said, "I understand, it turns out that destruction is the salvation of the heavenly realm. The heavenly realm needs purity, not tolerance. ”

Augustus smiled rarely, and said, "There has always been only one kind of brilliance in the heavenly realm, when has there ever been tolerance, since the gods have chosen the best path for us, then why should we be tolerant?"

Rogge stared at Augustus for a long time. Only then did he say slowly: "Dear Lord Augustus. If I'm right, you have the purest celestial radiance flowing through you. You're right. But your tone is not quite right, it is completely disrespectful to the gods of the heavenly realm. ”

Augustus smiled slightly, and replied, "Dear Lord Rogge, if I am right, you once carried the radiance of the Lord of Destruction, Dismarson!

Rog's gaze at Augustus grew sharper, and the edges of the scene behind him were slightly blurred, as if a faint shadow had enveloped them.

There seemed to be a breeze flowing in the corridor, and a few strands of Augustus' brown-gold hair flew up quietly, broke silently into several pieces, and then dissipated in the wind without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Augustus stood on the shore, as if completely unaware of the changes around him. He was neither on guard nor in strength, just looking at Rog calmly.

The shadow that shrouded the corridor quietly receded, and the frost on Rogge's face melted at the same time, and he smiled: "Dear Lord Augustus, forgive me for being rude just now. However, it is indeed very strange to me that the angels of the advent or reincarnation should have no judgment of their own, and can only obey the oracle of the Lord God unconditionally. But now it seems that this rule does not apply to you at all. ”

The Blood Angel smiled slightly, and his resolute and weather-beaten face was a little more kind, and said, "After the Final Judgment, perhaps the ordinary existence of this plane will be able to pass on for thousands of years without knowing it, until the moment when it becomes an abandoned land. However, those of us who have come or been reincarnated have already imprinted our souls on this plane, and there is no other way to remove this imprint engraved by the rules of the plane space except to reduce the energy of the source. There has always been only one kind of brilliance in the heavenly realm, so at the final judgment, we will be the first to be cleansed. In a sense, I still existed, and all I had lost was a consciousness called Augustus. In fact, the only difference between me and the other angels is that this consciousness named Augustus does not want to disappear. So you see, I'm not really that different, I just have some ideas of my own. ”

At this time, the holy light outside the window was lit up again, reflecting the dim corridor as bright as day. This time, the radiance was pale cyan. It has a strong penetrating power. Under this never-before-seen radiance, both the boulder and the walls became almost transparent.

At this moment, there is no corner of the entire plane for darkness to hide.

In the midst of all the radiance of the earth, Rogge and Augustus stood opposite each other, still talking like friends for many years.

"Dear Lord Augustus, when will there be an additional statue in the Temple of the Angels of Purgatory, and who is it?"

"No, there are still only eleven statues in the main hall. ”

"Why did the Heavenly Gate appear?"

"Your Majesty once said it to me. Throughout the passage of time, change is the eternal theme. once existed. It may not continue to happen. What never comes, the beginning will not come. There's only so much we can see and what we can grasp, so it's normal for results to exceed our expectations. Who stipulated that the Twelve Angel Statues must be complete before the Heavenly Realm can start building the Heavenly Gate?"

Rogge laughed and said, "That's just as well." But although there are some things in this world that are already doomed, I prefer to do them. ”

Augustus smiled. "Each other." ”

Rogge nodded and said, "In that case, I don't think we need to fight side by side, so let's do our best." It's almost time, and it's time for me to go. ”

"Wait a minute. Augustus stopped Rogge and said, "There's one more thing for you here." I've personally handed it over to you. ”

When the Blood Angel reached over, there was already one more thing in his palm, something that Rogge had wanted for a long time.

It was a metal disc with a mysterious and cold aura. The surface of the plate is carved with very fine patterns. When you look closely, you will see that these patterns are actually composed of symbols that are so small that they are almost indistinguishable, and these symbols are not engraved on the body of the plate, but slightly floating on the surface of the plate. These symbols are too small, and the distance between them and the metal disc is too close, which is Rog's eyesight. At first glance, I almost didn't see that they were actually levitating. When Rogge looked at it again, he saw that these fine symbols were all flowing slowly. From the outside, they are almost stationary, and even after decades or hundreds of years, they may not be able to move a single hair. But judging by their size, they are rushing at a very fast speed.

The hair-thin patterns are actually magnificent rivers.

The whole disc is a world of its own, repeatedly, constantly moving according to its own laws. Rogge stared at the disc and realized that the tiny symbols were not simple symbols. If you look closely. It seems that each symbol is composed of countless finer symbolic patterns. So it seems. Perhaps each symbol is like this metal disc, a world of its own.

And what about the more subtle symbols that make up this symbol? Can it be broken down in the same way? To infinity?

Rogge felt faintly dizzy in his head. He froze, concentrating slightly, and then he withdrew his gaze from the metal disc. The fat man gently stroked the metal disc, and secretly sighed in his heart.

Is this the law of space that Rodriguez will get in his lifetime?

Rog asked Augustus, "I'm afraid this thing can't be taken out casually, right?"

The Blood Angel said, "Why not? Anyway, the people who guarded it have already returned to the embrace of the Heavenly Realm. It's just an ownerless thing now, and since I can't read it, I might as well show it to you. ”

Rogge took the metal disc that recorded the laws of space into his arms, and sighed softly: "This thing is of no use to me, just as a souvenir." ”

At this moment, when this law of space was in place, Rogge couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart. Rodriguez has put his life into it, and if he were there at this time, he would probably think it would be quite worthless.

The mysteries of the laws of space are endless, and if time passes, we may be able to comprehend the infinite power from them. However, the problem lies precisely in the amount of time that if you want to comprehend it, the time it will take to waste it will probably be counted in hundreds of years. Originally, whether it was Rodriguez back then or Rogge at this moment, they both had nearly infinite lives, and a hundred years was just a flick of a finger. But at a time when the Gates of the Celestial Realm are being established, the only thing this plane lacks is time. And judging from the power displayed by the main gods of the heavenly realm, even if Rodriguez obtained the law of space, he was destined to have no time to study anything.

For Rogge, page 7 of the Book of Shiloh and the laws of space contained in it were like a vast ocean, and he was just standing on a small island with a very limited glimpse of the water. Not to mention how vast the world is underwater, even if it is as far as his eye can see, it is only an insignificant small part of the sea.

Since there is no time, and since there is still a lot of content on the seventh page of the Book of Hiloh that has not been comprehended, what is the use of one more space law for Rogge? It's just that since this was Rodriguez's wish back then, the fat man put away the space law at this moment, just to fulfill this wish.

Rogge said no more, turned and walked out.

The Blood Angel hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Lord Rogge, ask a question that maybe shouldn't be asked." It seems that what you have just used is the power of the realm, but I don't feel that there is anything special about your realm, and even the ability to break the realm has disappeared. Now your realm is a mere realm, nothing more. In that case, what's the use of your domain?"

Rogge didn't look back, just laughed and said, "What once existed may not continue to happen." What never comes, the beginning will not come. So, a field that is useless at all must not exist?"

With that, he walked away. Augustus was left alone in the corridor, frowning and thinking for a moment, then shook his head and walked away slowly.

The glow gradually dissipated, and the night returned to its rightful place. It's just that in the middle of that day, there was a dazzling bright star. Around the star, which was almost the size of a blue moon, hundreds of meteors were dancing around. Occasionally, the star will burst into brilliance and then rain down a large area of light. In the area where the light and rain were sprinkled, people were surprised and delighted to find that this gorgeous light rain was actually a rain of petals condensed by pieces of holy light.

In the rain of light, they heard chants and praises to the gods.

So they knelt down, prayed, and thanksgiving, and did not dare to look up to the stars that hung high in the air, representing the gods.

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