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The first light and the heavy footsteps of Rog reverberated in the empty hall, just like his messy state of mind at the moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Pope was left alone in the Twin Halls at the very end, leaving Rogge to arrange everything on his own. So Rogge walked slowly through the ten halls and once again looked at the ten statues of the Angels of Purgatory, each with its own distinct. Even with the fat man's eyesight and insight at the moment, he couldn't see what kind of secrets were hidden in these statues.

All detection results have shown that these are ordinary, non-anomalous statues, though the materials from which they are made are unknown. But after witnessing the refining process between Elesis and Ophorok, Rog didn't believe the result anyway. This only shows that his ability is not enough to see through the secrets hidden in these statues.

Ten halls, ten statues, ten different poignant stories. Along the way, Rogge seemed to have seen ten epic battles, and the heaviness of tens of thousands of years was frozen in a moment, which made him a little breathless.

In Rogge's heart, there was a bright color in the unbearable heaviness and sorrow. It was the little girl who floated in the air with the Death Scythe in her arms, silently following behind him. She lowered her head slightly, a small hand gripping the hem of Rogge's shirt tightly, and refused to let go of anything.

Rogge slowly walked into the outermost hall, slightly stunned. In the center of the main hall, there was a handsome man, and his eyes with trillions of stars were looking at him calmly. Behind him stretched out six blue wings, and with each flap of the wings, countless bright and dark stars would emerge from them, slowly rising in the rising light blue light mist. The chestnut beautiful short hair also fluttered in this dreamlike star mist.

Rogge looked at the starry eyes that had destroyed hundreds of high-level mages, and looked at the six sky-blue wings wordlessly, and finally smiled bitterly.

Andreoli smiled slightly, and in one step, he crossed the entire hall and stood in front of Rog.

"I am Andreoli, and my lord is the great Lord God Dismatson. His voice was clear and soft, and it sounded extremely pleasant. To Rogge's surprise, he was talking, rather than communicating with mental fluctuations, as some powerful beings love.

"Rogge. The fat man finally said.

Rogge didn't believe that the Seraphim, who was staring at him on the battlefield so that he had no way to escape, didn't know about his situation, so he simply replied.

As if attracted by Andreoli's beautiful wings, the little girl suddenly floated out from behind Rogge, and her little hand grabbed the blue wings. Her movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, and her white and tender little hands were wrapped with a trace of silver lightning. Completely different from her immature appearance, the little girl's casual grasp was enough to make the powerhouse of the Holy Realm retreat.

Rogge hurriedly reached out and took her back into his arms. When she grabbed it, she naturally fell into vain. However, Fengyue still didn't seem to give up, and the Death Scythe changed from right hand to left in an instant, and then slashed at Andreoli's wings.

Rogge smiled bitterly, so he had to snatch her Death Scythe, put Fengyue behind him with his backhand, and returned the scythe to her.

For Fengyue's rude behavior, Andreoli didn't care at all, just smiled and said, "It's okay, it looks like this action has become her habit." ”

But Rogge couldn't laugh.

Since tearing the angel's wings has become Fengyue's instinct, how many brutal battles have she experienced before she finally formed such an instinct?

Andreoli walked up to Rogge and gently took the fat man's hand. Andreoli's hands were soft and shiny, cold as ice. At the same time, he leaned forward and whispered something in Rogge's ear, and the corners of the fat man's mouth immediately twitched slightly.

At this time, Andreoli's whole body began to shine with blue brilliance, and his body gradually became transparent. He continued to walk forward, like a gust of wind that swept through Rogge and Fengyue, and then turned into a wisp of star mist, and vanished.

Rogge's brow furrowed slightly. In an instant, a strange sensation spread throughout his body, as if Andreoli, who had turned into an invisible star mist, had passed through his body.

Rogge slowly raised his right hand, still with Andreoli's greasy feeling on it. It's just that at this moment, there is an extra blue gem in Rogge's palm that exudes a faint glow. Looking through the crystal clear surface of the gemstone, you can see that many stars are slowly rotating inside.

The fat man thought for a while, then raised his hand, swallowed the gem, and led Fengyue to push open the black crystal giant door of the main hall.

Augustus was still waiting outside the gates. Seeing that there was a little girl behind Rogge, he didn't express surprise at all, but said, "Your Majesty has prepared a place for you to live, you can rest first tonight." From tomorrow onwards, you will be able to work to spread the splendor of the Most High God. Come with me!"

Rogge was silent and followed Augustus all the way away.

It was late at night.

The cold moonlight fell gently on Rogge through the high floor-to-ceiling windows. The fat man changed into a black pajamas, lay on his back on the bed, looked out the window at the beautiful night, and was pondering. He didn't need to sleep anymore, but now Xiao Fengyue was sleeping soundly, so the fat man could only stay in bed.

The little girl lay on top of the fat man, her silky black hair fell down, and a pair of small hands tightly grasped the fat man's pajamas, sleeping peacefully and warmly. At this time, she finally let go of the Death Scythe, which would not leave her hand for a moment.

Rogge withdrew his gaze from the window and landed on Fengyue. He gently picked up a strand of Fengyue's black hair and watched it slide down from his fingertips like a silent waterfall. Rogge was a little puzzled, in Fengyue's immature body, there was an extremely terrifying power. Perhaps because of the loss of her godhead and consciousness, she was clearly not able to use these powers. But even so, Fengyue shouldn't need sleep, why is it so sleepy now?

But seeing her sleep so quietly, a glimmer of joy slowly welled up in Rogge's heart.

In this moment of peace and joy, Rogge finally felt that he had found the meaning of existence from the heavy and mountain-like depression. In front of him, in the vast and endless darkness, a ray of light suddenly jumped out.

The light rises and dwells above, and the darkness sinks downward.

Although Rogge still walks in the dark world, when he looks up, he can already see the light.

In the cold moonlight, time in the room seemed to freeze.

A wisp of breeze gently brushed Rogge's face. Although they are weak, they contain extremely sharp murderous aura, like sharp needles, poking Rogge's nerves fiercely.

The fat man sat up suddenly, only to realize that the room was already full of morning light. He couldn't help but be taken aback, he actually fell asleep last night, and he would have slept so late!

There were wisps of murderous wind swirling in the room, leaving faint scratches wherever the wind blew. These winds come from the blade of the scythe of death.

Fengyue had already risen, she was floating in the air, and she couldn't stop dancing the Death Scythe at high speed, and when she danced to the fastest, she threw the Death Scythe forward. As soon as he left Fengyue's little hand, the whirling of the Death Scythe would suddenly freeze, and then begin to blur, and even some of the blades would disappear completely. However, the Death Scythe quickly became clear again, falling downward, and at this time, Feng Yue reached out and grabbed it, and grabbed the Death Scythe back in the air.

Rog looked at it for a moment, and finally understood that she wanted to place the Death Scythe in a parallel space. So he stood up, caught the Death Scythe that had fallen again, and said softly to Xiao Fengyue, "Your order is not right. Stabilize the space before you can put the scythe in. ”

With that, Rogge waved his hand, and the Death Scythe vanished. Feng Yuexiu frowned, thought for a long time, and suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the death scythe in the air, and threw it back into the void with a hard throw, only then did she show a smile.

Rogge smiled faintly and reached out to pat Fengyue's little face. He suddenly snorted, approached Fengyue, and stared at her non-stop.

The fat man suddenly noticed that Xiao Fengyue seemed to have changed a little compared to last night. But when he looked at it, he couldn't find anything that had changed in her. He looked at it again and again, and Xiao Fengyue just stood quietly like that, letting the fat man watch it all the time.

Rogge suddenly understood where the change in Fengyue was. Fengyue was originally beautiful, but now she is a little less immature than when she first met, and more beautiful and mature.

Overnight, she grew up a little!

The fat man suddenly had a new understanding of the magic of the world, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. It's just that the fat man is faintly worried, once the consciousness of reading power is formed in Fengyue's body, will there be any conflict with the consciousness existing in the Purgatory Angel statue in the future? But no matter what, it is always a good thing that Fengyue can grow up quickly.

Rogge walked to the door and said as he walked, "Let's go, Fengyue, let's go ask for something." ”

Fengyue flew over in response, and grabbed Rogge's sleeve tightly.

Outside the door stood two tall and handsome young warriors, who saw Rogge come out of the room and saluted him slightly. Rog looked the two warriors up and down, and instantly smelled the smell of the heavenly realm from them. However, it seems that they are not very powerful, and they should be the lowest-level reincarnated angels.

"I want to see the Pope. Rogge said lightly.

A moment later, the Pope's weak voice sounded in the magnificent prayer hall: "Rogge, have you thought about the way forward?"

Rogge smiled and said, "Isn't there only one way? But you can't just let me harvest the souls of powerful beings in order to spread the light of the Most High God, can you? ”

The Pope raised his head, and a rare smile appeared on his face, which was full of the atmosphere of age: "So tell me, what do you want?"

"People, money, things, and power!

The Pope smiled and said, "Money, you can use as much as you want." As for things, the Church of Light has accumulated for hundreds of years, and a few artifacts can still be obtained. It's easy for people to do, and there are still some talents in the church church, so I'll hand it over to you to preside over the church. Finally, how much power do you want? You know, the greater the power, the greater your responsibility!"

Without waiting for Rogge to answer, the Pope actually put the scepter in his hand in Rogge's hand!

From now on, as long as it does not violate the faith of the Most High God, then your decision is equivalent to mine. ”

Every time Rogge heard this, the look of surprise on his face became thicker, he was just a lion opening his mouth, but he didn't expect that the Pope not only agreed to everything, but also gave him far more than he could have imagined!

It's just a matter of using money and artifacts freely, but what does it mean to rule the entire Templar and what does it mean to hold the Pope's scepter? In a way, the authority of the fat man at this moment is not much different from that of the real Pope!

However, the fat man immediately recovered, took the Pope's scepter, and said calmly: "Don't let Fengyue suffer, I will soon come back with the soul of the strong! ”

"Rogge, be patient. The Pope took out a delicate piece of leather paper from his bosom, handed it to Rogge, and said slowly: "Although I have given you rights, you cannot harm any of the people listed on it." And let me remind you once again, power is a double-edged sword, and it is very likely to hurt yourself. You need to remember that from now on, every decision you make will affect her fate. Go ahead, and Augustus will take you to the Templar. ”

Rogge glanced at the list in his hand, sneered, and then squeezed it hard, and the flames rising in his palm instantly turned the list into ashes, and then said coldly: "I will take care of everything." ”

The reading space where the Great Temple of Light is located is actually very vast. A hundred kilometers behind the main temple, there is a steep and majestic mountain. The mysterious sanctuary that has cultivated countless powerful warriors and high-level mages for hundreds of years is built in this mountain.

The grandeur and grandeur of the Sanctuary were far beyond Rogge's imagination. It's a huge complex of ivory white, and for its sheer size, which covers half a mountain, the Templar is even larger than a medium-sized city in a Terran country!

The main hall of the temple is tens of meters high, and a row of moon-white stone pillars that require several people to hug are carved with the miracles of the gods. When Augustus, Rogge, and Fengyue landed at the main entrance of the main hall, several probationary templars ran over and bowed respectfully to Augustus. They were all very young, and one of the girls even sneaked a glance at Rogge and Fengyue behind him, her big bright eyes full of curiosity.

In a matter of moments, several figures flew out of the main temple of the Sanctuary and landed in front of Augustus, humbly half-kneeling. Augustus pointed to Rogge and said to an old man at the head, "By the Pope's decree, from today onwards, Lord Rogge will be the master of the Templar. All matters of the Templar must be carried out under the direction of Lord Rogg. ”

The old man looked astonished, glanced at the fat man, and said to Augustus, "Rogge, isn't he the Pope of the Holy Church, the most notorious heretic, the devil who crawled out of the abyss?"

Augustus was expressionless and said coldly, "Lord Rogge has converted to the Supreme God. You need no doubt that this decree was decreed by the Pope himself, and that Lord Rogge was given the Scepter of Radiance. ”

"Yes, Lord Augustus. The old man said.

Augustus said to Rogge lightly, "There are portals to the eleven great temples in the Sanctuary, and you can go where you want to go. I'm not going in, you can do it yourself!"

With that, the Blood Angel spread its wings and slowly rose into the air.

Rogge stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed the small hand that Feng Yue grabbed at the Blood Angel's wings, and watched the figure of the Blood Angel disappear at the end of the sky, then he turned to look at the several Templar administrators, and said with a smile: "Get up, everyone, from now on, the Templar will take a completely different path in my hands." ”

With that, Rogge walked into the temple hall with his head held high. As he passed by the Templar Directors, he pulled Fengyue in front of him, causing her to reach out to the old man at the head and grab it empty.

The main hall is magnificent, with rows of decorative armor on each side and a variety of weapons and magical equipment hanging on the walls. At the end of the main hall is an altar.

Ignoring the surprised gazes of the sanctuaries or probationary sanctuaries in the main hall, Rogge walked directly to the altar with the Pope's Holy Radiance Scepter in his hand. The fat man looked at the symbol representing the gods of the heavenly realm floating above the altar, and saw that the symbol represented neither the supreme god nor Dismatson, so he waved his hand and beckoned a chair to put it on the altar, and sat down on it.

At this moment, there were dozens of templars in the main hall, and they were all stunned and looked at Rogge in disbelief.

Rog snorted, pointed at the three young Templars with the Holy Radiance Scepter, and said, "You, you, and you, go and call me all the Templars here! ”

The fat man saw that there was a young female mage among the Templar Administrators who had followed her, she looked to be in her twenties and had a very elegant and beautiful appearance, so he pointed at her with his scepter and asked in a daze, "What's your name?"

The female mage looked stunned, and although she was extremely reluctant, she could only reluctantly say, "My name is Roy." ”

Rogge nodded and said, "Very good." Roy, you look good, you can follow me in the future! Now tell me how many people are in the temple?

Her face turned pale, but when she thought of the extremely strict hierarchy of the church and the templars, she still had to say: "At present, there are 9,100 children in the initial training camp of the Templar, 2,400 probationary templars, 300 official Templars and battle mages, and 70 in the sanctuary specializing in military strategy......"

Rogge waved his hand impatiently and said, "There is no need to talk about these guys, just tell me how many holy areas there are in the Holy Hall now, and how many Great Wizards are at that level!"

She glanced at the old man beside her and said, "You need to ask Master Sinda about this matter. ”

Rogge's gaze turned to the old man, and when he hesitated to answer, his gaze gradually became sharp.

Sinda's two white eyebrows almost stirred together, but in the end, she could only say helplessly: "Lord Rogge, according to the standards of the human race, then there are currently five Sanctuary and three battle mages in the Holy Hall who can cast eighth-level magic. Most of them were Templar instructors. ”

Rog's eyes swept across the hall. At this time, one after another, the Holy Church received notices and poured into the main hall, and when they saw Rogge sitting high on the altar, shock, confusion, and even fear were clearly written on their faces in an instant. Most of these official Templars had participated in the decisive battle, and they were still haunted by Rog's unpredictable and ruthless methods of slaughter. Even if there were a few who didn't go to war, they all recognized Rogge, the number one enemy of the Church of Light, by their magic portraits.

How could he have become the Master of the Templar in the blink of an eye?

The world is so magical.

These sanctuaries suddenly felt that even if the Heavenly Lord God and the Abyss Demon hugged each other like brothers, they would not feel much surprised.

Rogge's gaze fell back on Sinda, and he smiled coldly, "Master Sinda, according to what you said, there should be eight great powerhouses in the Sanctuary, but how can I see only one of you in the main hall? Where are the other powerhouses?"

"A strong person is not something that can be cultivated in a short period of time. They are all practicing penance in their respective areas at the moment. Sinda said. He looked at the fat man sitting on the altar, his eyebrows trembled a few times, and finally he couldn't help but say, "Lord Rogge, you are blaspheming the gods like this! The altar is not where you should sit, and the Templar has always been a sacred place, you should not let the girl with demonic powers behind you defile her! Although the Scepter of Radiance is in your hands, what you have done is not worthy of the sacred title of the Lord of the Templar! I will go and ask His Majesty the Pope to verify this!"

Rogge laughed twice, turned his head to look at the little Fengyue floating behind him, patted her snow-white little hand holding the placket of his clothes, and said with a smile: "Fengyue, look, some people say that you are a demon! Be obedient, stay here and don't move......"

Listening to Rogge's extremely gentle tone, Sinda suddenly felt a wave of unease. But before he could take precautions, Rog had already appeared in front of him, and the Holy Radiance Scepter studded with many huge rubies flashed before his eyes.

Sinda only felt a black in front of her eyes, a buzz in her ears, and fell to the ground.

A stream of blood rushed across Rog's face, making his smile look extremely hideous.

At this moment, hundreds of sanctuaries had gathered in the main hall, and when they saw Rogge suddenly attack, they couldn't help but coax and rushed forward together.

Rogge held up the blood-stained Scepter of Divine Radiance, looked around, and said coldly: "Don't forget, I am the master of the Holy Church!

The rules of the Templar were extremely strict, not only far stricter than the military discipline of the major empires, but even stricter than the rules of the Holy Knights. As the Master of the Templar, Rogge has the power of life and death over ordinary Templars. At this moment, in the Church of Light, his authority is actually second only to that of the Holy Knights, the Blood Angel Augustus.

As soon as Rogge drank it, all the Templars immediately remembered the consequences of disobeying the Templar Master, and involuntarily stopped. Unlike the rest of the Church of Light, there is no tolerance, only obedience.

Sinda groaned and struggled to get up from the ground, but Rog's scepter fell with a whistling return, and another blood splattered on the fat man's smiling face.

Rog stretched out his left foot and stepped on the ground, and Sinda immediately screamed in pain, but his screams were interrupted by another falling scepter.

"Lao Tzu is a convert to the supreme god, and he is also a devout disciple of the main god Dismaton, but what does the other main gods in the heavenly realm matter to me?! Even those low-level gods can't control me, let alone you little low-level angels?!!"

Rog laughed, gasping for breath, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, and the scepter in his hand drew a bright red trail in the air, whistling and falling, splashing a small cloud of blood with each blow. Sinda twitched incessantly, a faint pair of wings of light stretched out behind her at some point. But the wings were firmly planted under Rogge's feet, so he couldn't move, and had to endure the blow of the scepter.

"What the hell are you? A little angel who doesn't know if it's an eighth or ninth order, something that can't even grow wings, and talks about where I'm sitting? Dare the fuck say that the person I'm bringing is a demon?"

A flash of light suddenly exploded under Rog's feet, and Sinda's wings of light were trampled on by him!Then the Scepter of Radiance swung down again, and with a crisp click, Sinda's vertebrae were broken.

"Stop!"

Two of the Templars seemed to have a deep relationship with Sinda, and they couldn't hold back and rushed up. One pounced on Rogge, and the other drew a dagger and rushed towards Fengyue. He looked like he wanted to take this beautiful little girl as a light cigarette in a cage hostage to force Rogge to comply.

Xiao Fengyue quietly looked at the rushing Sanctuary, a faint black gas seemed to flash between her white and tender hands, and then her eyes slowly lowered, as if she was asleep.

The rushing Sanctuary suddenly screamed, and a slanted line of blood appeared in the center of the body, and then the upper body and the lower body slowly separated. The other Sanctuary that had pounced on Rogge also fell headlong, and a thin wave of blood suddenly erupted from behind him, like a fluttering red silk.

There was silence in the main hall of the Templar, and hundreds of Templars turned pale.

Rogge carried the Holy Radiance Scepter and slowly walked towards the altar. The scepter was now stained with blood, and it was still dripping, drawing a trail of blood behind Rog.

The fat man walked up to the altar and sat down calmly, while Xiao Fengyue floated a little closer and quietly grabbed his clothes. The fat man scanned the audience, taking in all the templar expressions, and suddenly laughed. In this dead hall, the fat man's sudden laughter was like a thunderclap, and many of the temples were frightened to take a step back.

The fat man waved the blood-dripping Scepter of Radiance in front of him, smiled gently, and said softly, "Who still has any objections to my status as the Master of the Templar?"

The fat man listened intently for a moment, but did not hear any objections.

So he laughed again and said, "So everyone recognizes my identity? I now talk about the rules of the Templar in the future, which is very simple, I am the rule, and my decision is the final decision! I know that there are more than a dozen angels who have come or been reincarnated among you, and you must not like me as a demon, but in fact I also do not like you. From now on, all you have to do is please me, and if you make me feel good, I will beat and scold. If it makes me feel uncomfortable, it's not as simple as tearing the wings. Do you say yes, Jean?"

Qin suddenly heard the call, and her face instantly turned pale. However, her concentration was obviously outstanding, and she smiled reluctantly, "Yes, Lord Rogge." ”

Rog beckoned to her and said, "Come here, you can take me around the Templar." Also, go tell the honorable and powerful people to come and see me. Go out with me and fight a few more battles, it's more useful than any penance!"

Seeing Qin obediently walking to her side, Rogge casually put the Holy Radiance Scepter in her hand and walked to the back of the hall first. Jean looked at the scepter stained with sticky blood, her face became paler and paler, and her throat swelled, and she almost vomited.

The church is very vast.

It took Rogge more than half a day to see the most important places in the Sanctuary. Jean explained to him the purpose of the various facilities of the Templar, and consciously or unconsciously talked about the traditions and morals that the Templar had always followed. But the fat man just walked forward, noncommittal, and didn't know if he had listened or not.

Jean only felt that time passed indescribably slowly, and she felt more and more that her body was becoming weaker and weaker, and the cold sweat had soaked through her heavy clothes.

It wasn't Rogge she was afraid of, it was the little girl floating behind him. The little girl named Fengyue was always looking at her, and under the gaze of that silver gaze, Qin only felt that her heart was beating faster and faster, and her throat began to dry.

The worst thing is that her back is constantly itching, and it seems that a pair of wings are about to burst out!

Qin was deeply glad that his mana was not profound, and he couldn't even form invisible wings of light. But the inexplicable strange feeling behind her plunged her into deep fear.

After hurriedly inspecting the sanctuary, the secret realm was already a bright moon hanging high. Rog didn't plan to rest, he ordered Jean to gather all the main figures in the Templar to the Battle Hall and begin arranging the first operation since taking over the Templar.

Perhaps because of the bloody and terrifying ruling methods displayed by Rogge, the people who were summoned this time all arrived on time, and there were no less than seven strong men.

In the center of the Battle Hall, there is a magic map with a radius of ten meters, covering almost every corner of the continent.

Seeing that more than a dozen of the most core figures of the Sanctuary had arrived, Rogge stretched out his hand and pointed to the magic map, pointing to the northern part of the Dark Forest, and said, "There is a very powerful existence hidden here, what is the Flame Tyrant Donk Baccarra. This guy has recently been hit hard and is hiberning deep underground. In my opinion, his current strength is not even half of his peak. If you don't pick up this kind of bargain at this time, when will it be? I'll give you three days to build the magic array that leads to here, and we'll set off in three days. ”

At this time, an old man in charge of military strategy in the Holy Hall frowned and said, "Lord Rogge, this place is located within the territory of the Asrofik Empire. Our teleportation magic array can only be one-way, how can we come back then?"

"How did you come back?" Rogge smiled coldly and said, "Of course it's killed!"

With that, Rog asked the Saints to study their own course of action, beckoned to Jean, and led her towards the Templar's Space Hall.

The Space Hall is composed of more than ten small halls, of which eleven halls have portals. While these portals are convenient, they also contain great risks. At the moment of teleportation, the teleportee will remain in the space storm for a very short time. The power of the space storm is so fierce that even if it is a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, he does not dare to say that he will be able to withstand it. Therefore, members of the Templar will never use the portal unless they have to.

Seeing that Rogge and Xiao Fengyue stepped into the portal without hesitation, Qin smiled bitterly, closed her eyes, and followed in resignedly.

This time she was lucky enough to walk out of the other end of the portal unscathed.

"I'm going to leave for a while, you wait here. After giving the order, Rogge walked out of the main hall with Xiao Fengyue, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Jean chased out of the hall, but Rogge's figure had long since disappeared, so he had to give up the idea of chasing. She looked around and recognized it as a large temple near the borders of the Droro Empire.

Above the clouds, Rog flew at full speed towards Osinia, his mind quite disturbed. Rog couldn't tell where the irritability was coming from, as if something was going on in Osinia's direction that would upset him, or if something was calling him.

The territory of the Dro Empire is littered with the scars of war. The armies of the Radiant Alliance had already approached Osinia, and to the north of Dro's Yenching, it was not uncommon to see the burned villages and towns as the Alliance's light cavalry penetrated deep behind the battle line.

High in the air, Rogge's eyes turned silver. He already had a clear sense that what he was looking for was not far north of Osinia.

He suddenly broke through the clouds and fell to the ground like a meteorite. Below him, there was a village with smoke still unextinguished, which looked to have just burned down. Strangely, however, there was a small area in the ruins that was full of life, and even on the scorched earth where there was still a faint smoke, many green sprouts had emerged.

Rogge slowly landed on this strange land full of life. In front of him, there was a farmhouse that had completely burned down, and in it sat a little girl, looking at him with eyes as clear as water, in amazement.

Whether it was her breath or those blue eyes with a little green in them, they all told Rogge unmistakably that this was his daughter.

It's just that this little baby girl, who should have not reached the age of 100, has become a little girl about three years old at the moment.

(To be continued)