Blasphemy: 12 Servants of God

Three days later, escorted by two hundred light cavalry, the northbound convoy finally entered the territory of the Asrofic Empire.

Although he is the prince of the empire, Rogge is not safe in the empire, at least not as safe as he is in the principality. In front of the real strong men, those two hundred light cavalry were just useless decorations. If the City of Yunxiao really attacks, they won't even be able to function as human shields.

The convoy moved slowly. If there is a great magician lying in wait at this moment, a large-scale high-level magic can send the entire convoy into the sky.

But Rogge was not worried about his own safety.

Death Ban, an old and refined killer, would never sit in a carriage. He had already left the convoy and wandered around alone.

Xius' behavior was rather strange. On the day of departure, in the morning, he suddenly said that he was sick and needed to recuperate in the carriage. As a result, before noon, he suddenly recovered from his illness. He only sent an elf to tell him about the nearby terrain. It was complicated. He wanted to check in person to see if there were any enemies. Because he was pressed for time, he would not come and say goodbye to Mr. Rogge. Rogge had long been accustomed to Hughes's elusiveness. When he heard such a vulgar excuse, the fat man just laughed it off.

As for Androni, she would never stay contentedly in the carriage. The eldest lady has long been alone, hiking in mountains and rivers, harassing beautiful girls somewhere.

The most elusive thing for Rogge was the divine servant Seraphi, who only had level 14 fighting spirit, but stepped on him and completely lost his fighting power, leaving him to be slaughtered.

She has never appeared again since she punished Rogge that day. But Rogge had an intuition that Seraphi would definitely follow him north.

The goddess's oracle has told Seraphi to follow her north. Mora would never lie about anything related to the oracle.

On that day, some clues of Seraphi's insidiousness and cunning were revealed, which was incompatible with her noble status as a servant of God. Although the fat man seems to be resigned, he has always been bold and arrogant. Even when facing Audreyh, he has become lustful and even made some moves. What's more, Seraphi is just a servant of God? Fatty held back his words because he knew that he was definitely no match for her right now, and he had to rely on her power to attack the enemy.

Fatty firmly believed Seraphi’s words that a tenth level of fighting spirit would be enough to deal with him. But that refers to a head-on battle, against a strong person, and a head-on battle is always the fat man's last choice.

Therefore, there were actually four strong men wandering around this seemingly undefended convoy. Anyone who wants to sneak attack such a convoy can only blame the God of fate for not favoring them.

But no matter how Fatty thinks in the past few days, he can't figure out why with his strong physical defense, supplemented by spiritual power, he still can't withstand Seraphi's small amount of fighting spirit. A step? What's more, this step also crushed the fat man half to death.

However, Rogge knew that once he figured out this problem, his strength would be greatly improved. Even if his magic power did not increase, he would never be as helpless as he is now when encountering a strong man from the Sanctuary.

He looked out the carriage window at the seemingly unchanged forests and distant mountains, while casually wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. Feng Die curled up on the fat man and fell asleep due to excessive fatigue. Her naked body looked delicate and thin, and her long silver-gray hair was scattered like a still stream.

In this special carriage, she slept like a baby. Since she was burdened with the double curse of darkness and bloodlust, only the few moments after her wild life could she truly find peace.

A drop of crystal water fell from the sky and landed on the back of Rogge's hand. The fat man looked up and met Malika's eyes mixed with humiliation and anger. The treatment of the noble imperial princess at this moment is not consistent with her status. She was completely naked, her hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the roof of the car, her mouth was tightly gagged, and she was hung on the roof of the car.

Malika didn't care about watching some hot scenes, nor did she care much about the torture Rogge inflicted on her. She just couldn't bear the humiliation. Since childhood, because of her outstanding appearance and talent, although her mother was only from a small tribe in the north, many wealthy children pursued Malika. Even Lei Luo, who had always been proud, fell in love with her at first sight.

The only one who would treat her like a **** is Rogge!

As long as she can hold on to the Imperial Capital... Malika thought to herself, the anger in her eyes getting stronger. She uses this to cheer herself up every day, otherwise, she would not be able to support it long ago.

Rogg suddenly raised his head and glanced at Malika, and the proud princess was so frightened that she trembled. The fat man snorted and admired the scenery outside the window again.

Anyway, it would be some time before he arrived in the imperial capital, and he was sure to completely subdue this annoying and stubborn princess.

Actually, this journey was not peaceful.

Xius moved cautiously in the forest. Although this seemed to him to be cautious, in fact his speed was very alarming, and his faint figure would appear on the top of another mountain in a few flashes.

Every time it flashes a few times, he will stop and make arrangements, either to eliminate his own traces or to arrange disguises to confuse the pursuers behind him.

Xius had taken off his robe, revealing the light green leather armor underneath. The old fox's body was burning with an almost transparent light green flame. For a killer who lived in a dark world and needed to hide his traces at all times, this light vindictive flame was a sign that he had tried his best.

Xius's movements were still graceful, but compared with his usual demeanor of taking everything lightly, this time he looked a little embarrassed. He hastily set up a disguise and sped off in the other direction.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a slender figure flashed past.

Not long after, this figure appeared where Hughes had set up his disguise. She held the hilt of the cross sword in her hand, straightened her slightly messy blond hair, and carefully observed the various marks on the ground. Her stunning face, full of sculptural beauty, will never be forgotten by anyone who sees it. The milky white fighting spirit light surrounding her body shows that she has raised her fourteenth level fighting spirit to the extreme.

There was no one around at this moment, and a hint of silver quietly flashed in Seraphi's blue pupils. She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction where Hughes was escaping. With a sneer, Seraphi's figure gradually disappeared from the place.

I don’t know how long he ran away, but Hughes jumped onto an ancient tree, looked around for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as he took out a teapot from his arms, Seraphi's cold voice came from under the tree: "Come down, Lord Hughes."

Xius's hand trembled and he almost dropped the teapot in his hand. He sighed and jumped down from the tree with a sad face.

Selaphi's eyes lit up, and she slowly drew out the cross sword, a spark igniting on the tip of the sword.

"Do it!" She said coldly. The cold wind that could freeze everything seemed to be blowing out of those red lips with sharp edges like knives.

Xius immediately shook his head and said: "No, absolutely not! Our fighting spirit is two levels apart. I am at level sixteen, but you are at level fourteen. This is impossible to fight. What should I do? Should I call you Lord Wella, Lord Seraphi, or Lord Odereh? No matter which name you use, if you bully an old elf like me who is about to reach the end of his life, it will be a stain on your life. For you Considering my honor and unparalleled beauty, I will never agree to this battle! With our disparity in strength, this is no longer a duel, but a beating! You can't do this to me!"

The divine servant Seraphi is exactly Wella who has arrived and completed the growth process.

She was indifferent to Hughes's tirade and just said: "If you don't want to take action, then just stand there and don't move! Otherwise, I won't consider the power gap or anything like that..."

Xius smiled bitterly and immediately stood there honestly.

Weina put the cross sword back into its scabbard with her backhand, stared at Hughes, her pupils began to shine with silver light again. Under this silver light, all of Hughes' past experiences emerged one by one. It's just that the more Wella looked at it, the more strange it became. She always felt that there were many gaps in Hughes's experience, and no matter from which point of view, he should not live such a standard elf life.

Could it be that Hughes is really just an ordinary elf who has lived in the Central Mountains for four hundred years?

Absolutely impossible! Wella thought decisively. She quickly looked up Hughes's experience, and quickly read through the unremarkable life of Hughes, until she got off the tree obediently under her command and accepted the test of the field of insight honestly. It's just that Hughes didn't stand still. He kept writing something on a piece of paper until he finally unfolded the piece of paper in front of Wella.

On the paper is a text message: "Lord Wella, see you in the Imperial City. For the sake of my loyalty to Lord Envoy, please let me go!"

Weina was shocked. When she looked carefully, she realized that Hughes in front of her was actually made of illusion, and it was the most basic illusion! Wella stamped her feet bitterly. She had been on guard against what amazingly powerful stunts Hughes would perform, or how he would cast high-level spells such as random portals to escape. She never expected that he would use such a rudimentary illusion to deceive others. people!

Moreover, the old fox was incredibly lucky. Even the high-level illusions jointly performed by several great magisters could hardly be seen through by Wella. But she didn't expect that Hughes would cast such a low-level illusion, so she unintentionally hid it from him.

Weina looked at the phantom of Hughes who was still smiling calmly in front of her, and said coldly: "Do you want to leave now?"

She suddenly drew out her cross sword and stabbed it into the chest of Hughes Phantom!

Outside several mountain peaks, Hughes, who was running rapidly, paused suddenly, and then sprayed out a small mouthful of blood mist. He coughed twice, took off his leather armor and checked, and found that the back of his heart seemed to have been hit hard by something. It was completely cracked, and the cracks were spreading around. Hughes smiled helplessly and lamented in a low voice: "What a heavy hand! Alas, I can't hide and I can't hit... Am I really old already?"

With one strike of Wella's sword, Hughes' phantom completely disappeared. She was stunned immediately. Originally, she thought she could stab him a few more times.

Wella frowned. This time she made a wrong judgment again. This was something that would never happen, but just such a tiny mistake allowed Hughes to escape again.

If Feng Yue was here, how could he let this old fox run away? she couldn't help but think.

If Feng Yue was there, and the two of them joined forces, they could seriously injure the old fox with just the phantom left by Hughes. Then he would no longer be able to hide his whereabouts.

Weina shook her head slightly, put away the cross sword, and disappeared into the mountains again.

The world of death.

The extremely weak Grigori lay weakly on a mountain peak. His body had been completely divided into two parts, and a pair of milky white flesh wings had been cut off at the root. He was currently holding it in Feng Yue's hands.

After Wella arrived in a hurry, all her attention was focused on the growth of her new body, and she had long forgotten that the transformation of the loyal Lord Gregory was far from complete. But Bone Dragon was very lucky. Just when the force wall separating death and sacred energy in its body was on the verge of collapse, Feng Yue returned to the world of death in time.

Feng Yue's method of dealing with the endangered bone dragon was very simple. She directly drained the force wall, and then punched with each hand to scatter the death and sacred energy that was about to confront each other. The remaining sacred and death power of the bone dragon is no longer able to conflict with each other.

Because of this, Gregory was extremely weak at the moment. Not to mention having no strength, it was difficult to even maintain the fire of his soul. But it is not afraid, because Fengyue is already working on transforming its body.

The Bone Dragon suddenly felt that whether it was the loyal Gregory, the holy Gregory, or the invincible Gregory in its dream, it was obviously not as beneficial as the lucky Gregory.

It looked around boredly.

Under the mountain peak, tens of thousands of zombies and skeletons are moving earth and rocks under the command of a corpse witch, and they are actually building a huge magic circle! But these are all the undead creatures Fengyue can collect within a thousand miles. After experiencing several catastrophes caused by Wella, the world of death has become a real world.

After a while, Feng Yue had completed the work in her hands. She hesitated slightly and finally threw Gregory's flesh wings back to the bone dragon.

Then Fengyue waved her right hand, and a flame full of sacred power enveloped the bone dragon. The power of the holy flame mercilessly burns the bone dragon's soul!

Gregory was scared to death!

The guilty Bone Dragon knew that Fengyue was punishing it for betrayal, and it was probably inevitable this time. The holy flame burns the soul, bringing unspeakable pain to the bone dragon as an undead creature. Such a strong holy fire will soon turn its soul into nothingness.

The bone dragon dashed left and right in the holy flame, but how could it escape? Under the constant burning of the holy flame, Grigori's soul fire gradually dissipated, but his howling became louder and louder!

Gregory's whole body trembled, and he suddenly discovered that although the holy flame was still burning, it could no longer bring him any pain! As if in a dream, Grigory felt that everything around him had changed.

The holy flame that once brought him endless pain now became indescribably warm and comfortable, but the breath of death that filled the entire world of death brought waves of discomfort to Grigori. Bone Dragon looked around and felt that everything around him looked much larger than before. The peak that seemed very narrow just now was now extremely wide.

Gregory suddenly lowered his head and looked wordlessly at the light blue scales covering his body. The bone dragon has completely restored the dragon clan's health!

It opened its mouth again and spit out a small milky white flame. Although the breath this time was ridiculously weak, what Gregor spewed out was indeed the sacred flame!

"Master Fengyue...I...what's wrong with me?" Gregory asked tremblingly. He was looking forward to the answer, but also a little uneasy, fearing that he was just having a sweet dream.

"You are now a sacred dragon." Feng Yue said coldly and jumped off the mountain.

The Corpse Witch's command is really not very good. According to this progress, I really don't know when such a huge magic circle will be built. Therefore, she had to personally direct the work of these more than 10,000 undead creatures, so as not to miss the time of the Eye of Wisdom Sacrifice Ceremony.

"Holy Dragon...Holy Dragon..." Grigori was completely lost in thought. He kept spinning in circles and recited these words repeatedly.

In the world of dragons~IndoMTL.com~the sacred dragon and the silver dragon are the natural enemies of the dragons. But if the silver dragon and the demon dragon are the nobles of the dragon clan, then the sacred dragon and some very special and rare dragons are the legends of the dragon clan. Fortunately, even by dragon standards, the number of sacred dragons is really too small.

In this world, everything has a delicate balance. The more powerful the existence, the rarer the number. Otherwise, all the demons will be completely driven back to the demon world by the sacred dragons, and it is even possible for the sacred dragons to cross the sky and enter the demon world.

Gregory once missed the noble feeling when he was a demon dragon. After being reincarnated as a bone dragon, he was lucky enough to retain the memory and wisdom of his previous life, and he also met the powerful master Feng Yue. But in terms of status in the dragon clan, the sacred dragon is far higher than the demon dragon, not to mention the bone dragon, which has always been ranked at the bottom of the dragon clan.

The feeling that Gregory feels now is the feeling of an official fan who has just learned that he has been promoted to three levels in a row. It howled desperately, not noticing that its body was now only more than one meter long.

It is a sacred dragon, but it doesn't look like a giant dragon.

Gregory was so excited that he completely missed what Fengyue said behind him: "In that world, holiness and beauty are both a special power."