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When Rogge opened his eyes again, the first thing that hit his consciousness was the slow and long bell, a lingering rhyme was about to pass away, and a sound slowly rose again, endlessly, endlessly, and seemed to be the only sound that existed in the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He turned his heavy head and looked around, and this time there was no one in the room, only himself lying alone on the bed. Rogge suddenly felt a little strange, why did he wake up twice and didn't see Floya?

A series of questions followed: where had all the others gone? Has the Ice Goddess fallen, what happened to the battle at Auburn Hills, and is the army from the Principality safe?

Rog's mind was in a state of confusion, and the last bell rang outside the window at this time. The sound was thick and loud, and when you listened closely, there was a mixture of reverberation and resonance, and it was clear that many bells were ringing at once. Only then did he realize that it was the bell of Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Original...... Is it a new year again......" Rogge's consciousness sank into darkness again.

At this moment, Floya was listening to the New Year's bell with Rogge, she stood in front of the window, looking up at the night sky, until the last trace of the bell dissipated in the air, then closed the window, shrunk her neck, and hurried to the fireplace, where she put a pair of small hands that were already red from the cold close to the fire.

Froya wasn't the only one in the room, as Hima walked up and down the room anxiously. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes were unkempt, and her snow-white robe was covered with bloodstains, which was even more hideous.

This is an ordinary mansion in the city of Mongla. The small town of Mongla, not far from Richelieu, has always been known for its devout belief in the goddess of ice and snow. Hima came here because Dwight, the priest of this city, was a magician she had passed down from her, and he had always held her with great respect.

By this time, the situation of the wars of religion had changed dramatically. After the Ice Goddess re-demonstrated her miracles, the terrible religious wars came to an abrupt end, and the Wise Eye's Virgin Mora was unexpectedly appointed as a divine servant by the Ice Goddess.

Originally, several important figures led by the Silver Holy Sect were accused of blasphemer in the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and they were devils who took advantage of the goddess's slumber to engage in selfish desires. One of the biggest blasphemers is Hima!

So when Jima sneaked back to the vicinity of Yanjing, she was shocked to find that she had become a heretical devil wanted by the Silver Holy Sect! Jima was sad and angry, she didn't know how Mora became a servant of the Silver Holy Sect, but she knew that all the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess must have been a conspiracy made by Rog and Mora.

For the first time in her life, Hima hated natural charm so much.

Knowing that she was powerless to fight Rog head-on, and she was reluctant to do anything to these deceived goddess believers, she quietly took Floya to Mongla City to try to get some help from her favorite disciple.

But the appointed time has passed, why didn't her disciple come as promised? Ji Ma faintly felt a little uneasy, her heart tightened, and she coughed loudly again. Floya glanced up at her, sighed, and lowered her head to continue roasting her still cold little hands.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. However, instead of the slightest joy on Himma's face, there was a solemnity and a hint of sadness. Her magic power at this moment was no worse than in her heyday, and she had already discovered that there were more than ten people with strong martial arts skills surrounding this small building. They certainly have no good intentions.

The door opened.

A thin middle-aged man walked in, and when he saw Hima, he immediately showed joy and comfort. Then his gaze fell on Floya again, visibly stunned. However, his loss of consciousness was only a matter of moments, and he quickly recovered and bowed deeply to Hima.

Hima stood motionless, the leaping magic flames shining on her iron-clad face, and the twisted wrinkles were even more terrifying. Her voice was cold and low, "Dwight, why is that?"

The middle-aged man trembled slightly, stood up straight, looked at Jima, and said in surprise: "Teacher Jima, you have already found out? How is this possible? Your divine power should all be gone." ”

Hima snorted coldly and said sharply, "Dwight, I can see that you don't have the natural charm of the fairy in Mora. Why are you, as a sorcerer of the Goddess, rebelling against the Goddess, and helping the Goddess's enemies?"

Dwight was silent for a while, his expression turned solemn and solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Teacher Jima, I have to do this, although it is difficult for me to understand this matter. My faith in the great goddess of ice and snow has never wavered, and it is not a conspiracy for the esteemed Miss Mora to become a servant. Hunt you down...... It's an oracle from the goddess of ice and snow herself!"

"This can't be! This is a conspiracy! The great goddess of ice and snow has fallen into a deep sleep because of the conspiracy of the blasphemers!

"Teacher Hima...... I didn't expect you at all, you ...... It's really a blasphemer who betrayed the goddess!" Dwight looked at Jima, his face was extremely complicated, as if he was sad, as if he was sorry, and then finally, his face slowly became cold: "Blasphemer Jima, at least hundreds of devout believers have heard the oracle of the goddess of ice and snow, and I am one of them. As a goddess magician, I can certainly tell the truth of a goddess's oracle from the fake. I am afraid that the divine power you possess now is no longer bestowed by the goddess, blasphemous! admit it, you are the spokesman of the devil!"

With Dwight's shouting, more than a dozen samurai burst into the room through the window and door.

A cold air flow suddenly gushed out of the room, and a large area of ice flowers suddenly bloomed on the ground, and as soon as they touched the feet of the samurai, they immediately climbed up, quickly condensed into ice cubes, and these ice and snow warriors who had special resistance to the cold were also fixed in place, unable to move an inch.

For a while, the room was full of snow!

Dwight secretly screamed bad and hurriedly chanted a curse. But by the time his Chill barrier was complete, the room was gone, and only the remnants of a random portal still shimmered faintly.

A day later.

"So, you had a chance to catch her, but you let her run away?" said Rogge, who was wrapped in heavy fur, with a frown.

Standing in the center of the study at this moment was Dwight, a disciple of Hima. He replied, "Yes." I thought she had lost all the powers bestowed by the great goddess of ice, but I didn't expect her to be able to unleash the powerful Frozen Ring and have the portal scroll hidden on her, so I couldn't capture her or save Miss Floya. ”

Dwight's tone was cold and indifferent, and he had no respect for Rogge at all. As a devout follower of the Ice Goddess, although he would obey all the oracles of the Goddess, and therefore obey Mora and Rog, he really could not eliminate his ill feelings towards Rog, after all, Rogge had ordered the slaughter of a large number of Cultists.

Rogge frowned, picked up a letter on the table, and read it several times before raising his head and asking, "You just said that the Ice Goddess has designated Hima as a blasphemous in her oracle, are you sure?"

Dwight said coldly: "I am the magician of the goddess of ice and snow, and I can't be mistaken about the oracle of the goddess." It's like though I wanted to kill you, but Mora, the goddess's servant, told me to obey your arrangement, so I came. ”

Rogge smiled slightly, handed the letter in his hand to Dwight, and said, "Okay! Jima will come to you, you tell her, let her specify a time and place, and I will definitely go." ”

Dwight was stunned, took the letter and read it, and immediately his face changed slightly. The letter was written by Hima to Rog, asking Rog to close himself off his magic and go to the location she designated alone, or else kill Floya. As for the exact time and place, she will let Dwight know at a later notice.

Without waiting to finish reading, Dwight immediately said in a loud voice: "My devotion to the goddess of ice and snow is absolutely impossible for me to collude with the blasphemer!"

Rogge laughed, "I know that! Of course, the goddess and the divine servant know better. Go back, I think Hemma will come back to you soon, and then you can tell her what I said. ”

After Dwight stepped back, Rogge let out a sigh of relief and slumped weakly in his chair, his face turning extremely pale for a moment. The fat man smiled bitterly, even if he didn't close his magic at this moment, he would definitely not be able to use any magic.

Rog had just woken up early this morning, and this time he was finally able to support the servant and pick him up and change his clothes. But his body was still extremely weak, and even the strongest mental power in the past was as weak as a flame in a storm. He had no idea how he had returned to Richelieu, and after questioning the servants in the palace, Rogge found that none of the strong men were there. And all his memories stopped at the moment when he cut off the goddess of ice and snow, and he still didn't know the end of killing the gods, and he didn't even know why he was in a coma.

Regarding that battle, the last clear shot in his mind was the movement of the ice goddess slowly turning her head, did the goddess's counterattack affect the others?

With a little difficulty, Rogge raised his hand and pressed the throbbing corner of his forehead, and there was a peerless figure that lingered in front of his eyes.

He couldn't forget the smile on Audrech's lips and the cold, slippery hand that gently held him.

Thinking about this, Rogge's heart immediately jumped wildly.

Was it real, or was it just a dream? He couldn't tell.

Rogge was a little surprised by his lustful heart, he never imagined that he could be so cowardly, that he would have such blasphemous thoughts about a goddess of unfathomable power, and that he would carry it out. However, this seems to be somewhat different from being lustful, or more than just lustful. So what exactly is it?

Rog changed his sitting position, and it was such a small movement, which seemed to consume a lot of his energy, and his body was as strong as a monster and weakened like a dying old man. Rogge only felt a mess in his mind, as if everything was slowly out of his grasp, and he was no longer the calm that he used to have everything in his hands. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, only then did he feel a little better.

His head was aching more and more.

When Rog dismissed his servant and sat alone in his study in contemplation, he remembered the scene of Audrech flying in his hand with the Scythe of Death. Although his body was weak now, his mind was clear enough, and he was sure that it was not a dream, and that familiar arc and breath were clearly the death scythe of Fengyue!

Rogge faintly felt that there seemed to be a translucent membrane within his reach, and all the truth was hidden behind it. He saw some sights, but they were all distorted. Maybe as long as he raises his hand, he can pierce this membrane, and many questions and puzzles accumulated in his heart can be satisfactorily answered. But he didn't know how to lift his arms or how to pierce the membrane.

Rogge smiled bitterly and shook his head, Feng Yue had obviously woken up and returned to him. But what are you guessing about it? Not to mention how ridiculous it is.

It's just that there must be some relationships between Fengyue and Odrech that he doesn't know, and the people around him seem to be hiding something from him, intentionally or unintentionally. Rogge decided to ask Fengyue directly.

He stared and tried to call out to Fengyue, but there was no response. It seems that although Fengyue has woken up, his temper is still the same as before, and most of his calls are ignored.

At this moment, Feng Yue's clearly angry spirit fluctuations suddenly came: "I'm busy!

Rogge was stunned on the spot.

He immediately tried to call Fengyue again, but as expected, this time there was no more results.

His heart suddenly moved, and he turned his head to see that Macbeth, like a phantom, was standing in the middle of the room.

Macbeth looked at Rogge carefully for a moment before nodding slightly: "Fortunately, your life has finally been saved, but your otherworldly curse purgatory has been destroyed." ”

Rogge's face changed dramatically!

He had already tried to run the Otherworldly Spell Binding Purgatory several times, but each time he used his magic power, he immediately caused a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen. The fat man thought that his injuries had not healed, so he couldn't trigger magic power, but he never imagined that the Otherworldly Curse Purgatory that he had always relied on as a last resort had been destroyed!

The fat man was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked, "Why is this, is there a way to recover?"

Macbeth pondered for a moment, as if considering the language, before saying, "During the final battle that day, the divine power of the goddess of nature contained in your body was suddenly fully activated, and you transformed into a doppelganger of the goddess of nature, and took away part of the godhead of the goddess of ice. I have to admit that the world of the gods is too vast and magical for us, and I don't know how the insignificant divine power of the goddess of nature can grow into a doppelganger of a god, nor what the godhead of the goddess of ice and snow that she stole is. The only thing I know so far is that the godhead that the goddess of nature snatched is related to the goddess of ice and snow's failure to deliver that blow. When the Goddess of Nature took shape and came out of you, she took away almost all of your power and vitality and completely destroyed the inside of your body. Audreyh has patched up your body, but she can't keep the Atlas Curse Purgatory for you. ”

Macbeth paused, as if to comfort Rogge, and added, "Actually, this is not necessarily a bad thing. The cultivation methods of the demon clan always have flaws of one kind or another, even the cultivation methods of the royal clan. Neither the absolute level of mana that can be achieved nor the speed at which the power grows, is not satisfactory. You could have had a better choice. However, although Odrech has specifically explained that you should not interfere with your choice of cultivation method, I can't give you any advice. What I can tell you, though, is that Audreych has never been happy with the speed at which your strength has increased. Of course, if you want to cultivate the Otherworldly Spell Binding Ingull again, you can do that, as long as we can find a strong enough victim. ”

Rogge smiled bitterly, and in retrospect, it seemed that neither Audrech nor Fengyue had ever been satisfied with their own strength. It's just that once he thinks of Odrech's black hair and eyes, Rogge always has some feelings that he can't help himself, but what this feeling is, he can't explain it clearly, and he can't figure it out.

"What was the final result of the day?"

Macbeth sighed and said slowly, "The end of that battle...... Victory, of course, our victory. The entire divinity of the goddess of ice and snow has been seized, and all traces of her existence have been erased. From that moment on, there was one less god in this plane. ”

Successful killing of gods, this great achievement that most strong people will not even dream of in their lifetime, for some reason, Macbeth was not excited at all when he said it, and Rogge heard it at the moment, and his heart was inexplicably heavier.

"Then why did Dwight, the sorcerer of the Silver Holy Cult, say that he could still sense the presence of the Ice Goddess and hear her oracle? Rogge asked.

"That's because the divine power of the Ice Goddess he sensed is real. Macbeth sighed before saying, "After Audrech obtained the godhead of the Ice Goddess, she didn't fuse it into her own divine power, her choice was...... Replace the Ice Goddess!"

After hearing the news, the strange heavy feeling in Rogge's heart became even more obvious.

"Substitution?"

"Yes, alternative. Even if most of the so-called powerhouses in this plane are lucky enough to defeat an unlucky god with the weakest strength, they often don't know how to strip off their godhead so that they can also embark on the path of becoming gods. All they can do is seal. Otherwise, merging the Godhead with one's own power so that it can be fully transformed into one's own power is another way. And not only do we know how to extract all the divine power from the Ice and Snow Goddess, but also because of the strength of Odrech, which makes the third option, substitution, possible. Except for the lack of the part of the godhead ability that was robbed by the goddess of nature, you can completely think that the current Audrech is the goddess of ice and snow. ”

Rogge nodded, he finally understood.

It's just that he doesn't know that Audrey Hepburn has no godhead...... In any case, judging from the situation of the First World War, the Ice and Snow Goddess's domain and divine power are far superior to Audreh, and replacing the Ice and Snow Goddess is undoubtedly a huge progress for her. But why can't I be happy at all?

"Is there anything else you would like to tell me about Audreych?" Rog asked suddenly, looking at Macbeth.

Macbeth seemed to have known that Rogge would ask such a question, and immediately glanced at Rogge meaningfully, and said, "You have too much to know about Audreych. But that's not for me to tell you, and I'm not going to tell you. You need to discover the answer to everything. And the key to discovering the answer is power, absolute power! There is not much time left for you, but there is still time for everything, if you are willing to increase your strength with all your might. ”

Rogge looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, and then nodded for a long time and said, "Strength...... Okay, I see, what about the rest of us? Floya is in the hands of Hima, and I need help. ”

Macbeth said, "I've been looking for Floya for a few days. However, Jima is quite cleverly hidden, and the power she is using now is also very strange, and it has nothing to do with the divine power of the Ice Goddess, otherwise, Audrech would have locked her position a long time ago. Now everyone else is by the side of the goddess, and they all have their own tasks. Only Elder Theseus can help you in this matter. ”

"Hughes?" Rogge smiled. With this old fox by his side, he always felt very relieved.

Macbeth smiled and nodded, and his figure faded away, but before leaving, he still did not forget to instruct: "Don't forget power!

In a lonely pasture north of Richelieu, there reverberated hoarse screams like night owls, ghostly weeping, and even resembling the screams of the Revenant Banshee.

It is an old and humble pasture. The fireplace in the living room was blazing, but the cold wind from the walls and windows easily dispelled the warmth.

Floya threw pieces of dry wood into the fireplace in a continuous manner, her beautiful blue eyes gazing at the bright and warm fire. However, the focus of her eyes was on the void behind the flames, and her heart had long since left the small pasture and drifted into the distance.

Behind Floya, Hima was rolling on the ground, letting out a cry of great pain. She kept tearing the white hair off her head with both hands, with so much force that sometimes she even tore off the white hair and the belt flesh in strands!

The screams continued for a while at the limit of human **, and then quickly weakened, and in addition to the sharp sound of the wind in the living room, there was only the bellows-like pant sound of Himma.

Floya came to her senses, and she sighed, knowing that Jima couldn't bear the curse, and finally stabbed herself with the dagger again. Although Flora didn't recognize the origin of the dagger, she knew from her vast knowledge of magic that every time Hima stabbed herself, her remaining life would be shortened a little more.

"Even if the Ice Goddess still exists, it's clear that she's abandoned you. Why are you doing this?" said Floya, who finally couldn't help it.

Hima sat on the ground and tidied up her messy appearance slightly. She looked at Floya's beautiful face like a snow peak ice lotus, and she didn't lose her temper, but just sighed heavily, and said slowly: "You are very charming. Since Rogge is going crazy about you, let alone the other men. Forty years ago...... I was also young and beautiful, and at that time, because of a man, I was so disheartened that I chose to join the Silver Holy Sect. However, I immediately sensed the presence of the Ice Goddess and became a devout magician. For more than 40 years, the whole purpose of my life has been to spread the faith of the goddess of ice and snow. How can a beautiful girl like you, who must have everything at her fingertips, understand those of us who can give up everything for the sake of a faith?"

"Who would be crazy about me! Even if there were, it wouldn't be the dead fat man......" Floya yawned lazily and said, "The goddess of ice and snow has sent an oracle to kill you, why do you still cling to her faith? I think you will just exchange me for tens of thousands of gold coins, and then retire quietly! In this way, the dead fat man may not agree!"

"It's not the real Ice Goddess who sent down the oracle, I can feel it! She can fool Dwight, but not me. Hima said with a gloomy face.

The human New Year coincides with the New Year of the Elven calendar. In the northern lands, it is already a frozen season, and the city of oracles is still warm as spring. In the right temperature, the elves were as busy as ever. Elves love both beautiful things and neatness. Therefore, daily activities such as cleaning, making handicrafts, and decorating homes are enough to take up most of their time. On top of that, the elves have a limited amount of time to study magic, craft equipment, and smelt rare metals and magical materials.

In the temple of the oracles, the door of a quiet room suddenly opened, and Effie rushed out of the room like a gust of wind, and a faint divine light still lingered on her body that had not completely dissipated.

At the end of the corridor there was a crisp sound of chains clashing, and Konstantin ran out of the corner with a bucket of water in one hand and a rag in the other, and shouted, "What are you doing?

Ignoring the shouting Konstantin, Eiffel ran all the way up to the terrace, staring at the towering central mountains in the distance, a pair of beautiful eyebrows already wrung together.

"What's the matter?" asked Konstantin suspiciously, following her gaze, the mountains were snow-capped and unusual.

"I suddenly felt very upset and a little nauseous, as if I had smelled an unbearable stench, so I had to interrupt my meditation. The source seems to be in that direction. Eiffel frowned and pointed to the distant mountains.

Konstantin looked in the direction Eiffel was pointing. He stretched his neck, faced the wind blowing in the distance, sniffed vigorously a few times, his face was a little solemn, and said: "Indeed, this is the stench of the wild beasts! It seems that the orcs in the depths of the central mountain range are a little restless again. However, they are far away, and even if these intellectually retarded orcs were to find their way in the mountains, it would take a month to make their way to the City of Oracles. So you don't have to worry about the safety of the city, go back to meditating for me now! Without the support of the Holy Spirit, all the magic you use will be useless little tricks. ”

Eiffel's crystal clear gaze fell on Constantine's face, and he felt a little uncomfortable all over.

"You've got a good nose!" she said suddenly, blinking her eyes wide open.

Konstantin was stunned, then coughed a few times and hurriedly turned his face away.

"Ah, I can't meditate yet, there's still work to be done!" Eiffel seemed to remember something again, and said hurriedly.

"What job? I'll do it for you!" Konstantin said with a wry smile.

Eiffel pointed in the other direction and said, "Three thieves stole my things." I just sensed that the thing was in that direction, and the thieves must be there. I've got to go get my stuff back and punish them by the way. If I'm late, where am I going to find them if I run away again?"

Konstantin smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll go and get the things back for you, and by the way, catch those thieves and let you go, it's all right! What did you lose?"

"It's the leaf of an armor, well, that's the breath of it. A faint black mist rose from Eiffel's hand, and golden threads shone in the mist.

She waited for Konstantin to remember the demon lotus aura, looked the cardinal up and down, shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's go! The three of them are very powerful, if you die, I will not be able to do it." ”

Konstantin couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's okay! As long as it's not for the three sanctuaries waiting for me, I can get it back for you." ”

Accompanied by the crisp sound of chains, Konstantin rose up, all the way away, and finally disappeared into the distant clouds.

Eiffel smiled lightly, her smile pure and flawless, like an aquatic mint blooming in an elven lake.

(To be continued)