Motley had no idea what was going on with him, he only saw Roger holding out his right hand at him.

Immediately afterward, a strong feeling of dizziness came.

By the time he regained consciousness, his body was already floating in mid-air, and a wave of heat came from below, and the burning sensation made Motley feel like his body was almost about to turn into a piece of charcoal.

The cloudy eyes gradually regained the ability to see, and when he saw the fiery red under him, as well as the flames that were tumbling dozens of feet, Motley's eyes instantly widened.

He finally understood where he was now.

Inside the Church of Dawn and Redemption, a huge sea of fire is over.

Motley couldn't help but scream, he didn't even understand why he was suddenly here, he was still outside the church just now, why did he suddenly come here, what happened?

It's a pity that no one can answer Motley's doubts.

There was no time at all.

At the moment when this thought just crossed Motley's mind, his body had already begun to fall naturally from mid-air.

Seeing the flames below him getting closer and closer, coupled with the weightlessness of the free fall, Motley could no longer bear the taste and screamed loudly.

"Save ...... ...... Destiny"

With Motley's terrible scream, his entire body fell directly on top of the white bones.

The blazing flames instantly enveloped Motley's body.

Motley's gorgeous silk gown was instantly set on fire.

The burnt fabric adhered to the body, causing unspeakable pain.

The pitch-black smoke mixed with countless ashes burrowed into Motley's nostrils, making it extremely difficult for Motley to breathe.

He didn't lose his life all at once.

Human vitality is far more tenacious than imagined.

Motley's body struggled desperately among the mass of bones, trying to escape from the mountain of corpses, but he couldn't, Bai Sensen's bones piled up together to stop Motley's steps.

The burnt bones fit into Motley's body, instantly bringing large areas of burns.

There was hardly a place in his body that no longer endured the desperate burning sensation, and the pain, far from numbing Mottley, made Motley's consciousness clearer.

Is he going to die?

Fear never before swept over.

At this moment, Mottley really experienced what it was like to be on the verge of death, just like the eyes full of hatred and resentment that his father showed when he was desperately struggling on the wall by himself.

His hair quickly burned out, and his eyebrows burned out.

The skin on the face twists into a ball.

His eyes could barely see through the flames that he was not far away, it was his eldest brother Nelson, his second sister Elvia.

The two men were staring at themselves with the same eyes they looked at as if they were a dog.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Who are you to look at me like that?

I am the king of Lovell, I am the king!

Motley's body was struggling desperately, and he tried to escape from the fire, but was surrounded by increasingly hot flames.

Finally, he could no longer endure the fear in his chest and opened his mouth: "Big brother, second sister......

"Save Me ......"

Motley hissed and screamed.

The scorching air rushed into his throat, and the entire mouth and throat were instantly burned into transparent blisters, and the remaining sound was stuck in the throat and could no longer be heard.

And outside the fire, both Nelson and Elvia were cold and without pity.

They just looked indifferently at Motley's body struggling in the flames, and when he hanged his parents on the city wall with his own hands, I wonder if he ever thought that one day he would fall into an even more miserable end? Look at the book

Seeing that Nelson and Elvia were both motionless, Motley's chest swelled with resentment like never before.

Why, you're all motionless?

I'm your brother, save me, save me......

Damn, I curse you, I curse you.

Motley tried to scream, but his mouth couldn't make a sound.

The extent of his body's struggle became smaller and smaller.

Eventually, there was no movement.

A gray-black soul floated from Motley's corpse...... But even this soul had no chance of escaping, and the blazing flames quickly burned this soul to ashes.

Throughout, Nelson and Elvia's faces were cold, and they didn't show the slightest mercy on their brother.

Seeing Motley being burned to death is even happy in his heart, and even feels that this is not enough, if Motley is burned in this raging fire for seven days and seven nights, it will be enjoyable.

Just opposite Roger, Saint Op and the four angels next to him couldn't help but show a slight shock on their faces.

It's not surprising that Motley would have killed Roger.

What really shocked them was that Roger would kill Motley in front of them, and the five of them didn't even notice it, and they didn't even have the slightest chance to stop it.

Mottley inexplicably appeared above the flames from the front of the church gate...... What kind of power is this? Could it be that it is a space-type secret art?

That's impossible.

Even the Burning Sun and Judgment Churches, which are the most powerful of the six major churches, can only arrange the Mystic Array in advance with a variety of precious potions, and add thousands of high-level transcendents to activate the Mystic Array and play the function of long-distance teleportation.

In any case, it is absolutely impossible for Roger to lift weights so lightly and comfortably.

But even so, it was the greatest secret art that the Church of the Burning Sun and Judgment had studied in its 27,000 years of existence.

Where did this Roger get such mysterious powers?

Saint Oppe's brows furrowed more and more, he could feel the indescribable coolness, it seemed to have become stronger and stronger, obviously there were four advent angels next to him, but the fear in his heart lingered no matter what.

His neck twisted slightly, and when the afterglow from the corner of his eye drifted to the 30,000 army behind him, Saint Opple's heart was a little more stable.

There were twenty-five thousand elite soldiers, five thousand clergymen, plus four advent angels......

With such a powerful force, St. Op couldn't figure out where the fear in his heart came from.

Unless this Roger has the realm of demigods, or even the power comparable to the six gods, otherwise, he will die.

And the strength of the demigod realm, how many years has the Senluo Continent not appeared?

Thinking about it like this, Saint-Op felt a little relieved.

He took a deep breath and faced the man in front of him, "Roger, you are so bold."

"Motley is a loyal believer in my Scorching Sun and the Judgment Church, and if you kill Motley, you are disrespectful to the Great God of the Eternal Scorching Sun, not to mention that you even dared to destroy the church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment Church in Loville before......

Roger finally stood up lazily, glancing disdainfully at St. Op in front of him, "Oh, so what?"

Hiss...... What a cocky guy.

Rao is St. Op knows Roger's character, knows that this person is arrogant and fearless, and does not care about the six gods, otherwise he would not have brazenly smashed the church of the scorching sun and the Judgment Church to pieces before.

But when he faced Roger in person, he was still shocked by this person's arrogance.

This guy really doesn't take the six gods seriously at all.

"Roger, I admit that you are very strong, but you don't really think that it depends on you...... And the evil spirit you summoned can fight against my scorching sun and judge the 30,000 followers of the Church, right?"

"What's more, there are four more

Advent Angels."

"If you know each other, you can surrender honestly, and maybe you can be left with a small life."

After all, the oracle issued asked to capture Roger alive as much as possible, which means that this guy still has some value to the god of the eternal scorching sun, and it is best not to die.

In order to enhance deterrence, as soon as Saint Op raised his hand, the 30,000 elites raised their weapons almost at the same time, and the bright blades emitted a cold light under the reflection of the crimson moon and the firelight.

"Roger, give you one last chance, surrender."

"You don't want those women behind you to die for nothing, do you?"