Blasphemy Chapter 2: Artifact

Night fell quietly, but the whole city of Schild was brightly lit and noisy.

The generals all had red eyes and shouted at their soldiers, looking a little angry. They are working **** the almost impossible task of gathering 70,000 troops for an expedition in the early morning. Both the generals of the Tidal Legion and the Redbud Butterfly who commanded the army of the Principality of Are had to work all night for Rogge's sudden decision. This was also the first time that the principality's army and the Tide Legion worked closely together, because the generals on both sides were real soldiers, and they were unwilling to let their warriors fall on the battlefield due to a lack of necessary pre-war preparations.

Arms depots of all sizes have been opened, and boxes of ordnance, armor, and spare parts have been moved out and stacked in designated locations, waiting for their new owners. The staff officers of both sides gathered in front of the large military map, repeatedly debating the order and route of tomorrow's march. As for the two thousand soldiers who stayed in Schild City, they have also been selected. They all come from the Principality of Are, and are the soldiers with the worst combat effectiveness selected from each army.

Rogg stood in front of the window, looking with satisfaction at Schild City, which was destined to spend a sleepless night. In the distance, the majestic Tide Legion headquarters exudes a hazy sacred light, which looks extremely eye-catching in the night sky.

Now this building has been completely occupied by the goddess and her entourage. All the idlers, including all the generals of the Tide Legion, have been expelled. No one even dares to approach the square in front of the headquarters.

Because the goddess's car, the huge silver dragon, is perching in the square.

As soon as he saw that solemn, majestic, tall and mysterious building, Rogge's poor heart would beat uncontrollably. His fingertips recalled the gentle and icy touch that day. Whether it was his bare feet or other parts, he had finally touched the goddess! Rogge suddenly had an impulse. He wanted to see what was hidden behind that dazzling holy light at all costs. Suddenly, countless past scenes emerged from the deepest part of memory, intertwined and mixed together.

In these pictures, there were all the memories about Odaireh, but what puzzled him was that there were countless pictures about Fengyue or Seraphi.

The fat man's whole body was shaken, as if he saw something from countless flashing pictures, but when he searched carefully, the momentary feeling disappeared again!

Feng Yue, Audrey He, Seraphi, the Death Scythe, the black demon lotus, and the familiar world of death... He suddenly remembered that he had seen Audrey He and Feng Yue appear at the same time. Perhaps Feng Yue's whereabouts can be found out from Odairehe. That silent Fengyue... the goddess who just walks in the world, Audreyhe, seems to still remember his last rude behavior and cannot tolerate his blasphemy at all. Every time, the closer the distance between Rogge and her, the stronger the energy storm condensed around her becomes, and it will become extremely unstable. The violent energy accumulated in that small space was so powerful that as long as a ray of energy was released, it would be possible to penetrate Rogge's strong body.

Rogge sighed and suddenly thought of Macbeth again. He wondered what the current situation of this high-ranking angel who was still trapped in the headquarters of the Tide Legion and faced Alderach and his many terrifying followers alone. .

Roger closed the curtains to block out all the noise.

Without the interference of external torches, magic lamps, and lighting fires, the various lights and shadows flashing from time to time in the room became clearer. Dark gold, silver, and bronze lights chased each other, and there was a little mystery in the beauty. .

In front of the large experimental table at the other end of the room, Froya **** her blond hair casually, holding a dip pen specially made from the tail feathers of a thunderbird, and was transcribing magic on the blank magic scroll in front of her. At the other end of the experimental table, there are dozens of bottles of magic materials with different effects stacked up. On the exquisite pen holder made of pure gold, there are dozens of magic pens made of different materials and with different functions. There are already three copied scrolls on Froya's left side.

The weather was already very cold at this moment, but there was a drop of sweat on Froya's temples. But she was too focused and wiped it perfectly.

Roger was moved and wiped away her sweat and called out: "Froya."

She hummed casually without hearing it, without raising her head or slowing down her work.

It wasn't until she finished copying the magic scroll that she raised her head, covered her mouth with her hands, and yawned lazily. The wide, tired silk sleeves mixed with gold threads suddenly slid down to the elbows, revealing dazzlingly white arms. The colorful magical light scurrying around the room occasionally outlined ever-changing patterns on the exposed skin. It seems like a beautiful scene that can only be glimpsed in the famous "Floating World" made by Thracian craftsmen.

Looking at Froya's dim eyes showing tiredness, Rogge comforted her gently: "Okay, you go to bed! We have to march tomorrow." In front of this little goblin, it was rare for him to be serious. when.

Froya stretched her body, and the firebird hairpin that tied her hair gently nodded, as if the spring flowers on the branches were trembling in the wind. She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and intentionally or unintentionally showed off her proud figure to Rogge. Her soft and boneless waist was slightly raised in a seductive posture.

When she saw Rogge's eyes becoming lustful again, Froya smiled lightly, a smirk with pride. She suddenly sat upright and regained her concentration at work. She spread out a new blank magic scroll in front of her and said, "There are two more scrolls! Let's finish copying."

Rogg's hot and cold attitude made Rogge feel like a raging fire was igniting in his heart, but he couldn't find a way to extinguish it. He smiled helplessly. Said: "Why are you so anxious? Isn't there still tomorrow!"

Froya said without raising her head: "Who makes you rush forward impatiently every time you fight, rushing to die? Of course I have to make more preparations. Do you think I am willing to stay up late? You , he is also a prince of a great empire, but he is so poor that he can't even buy a magic scroll. Who would believe it? In short, you can go to the back station tomorrow and save some scrolls. They are not given to you for free. . If you really die in the battle, who will I enslave in the future? After this battle is over, go make money for me!"

Rogg laughed and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely charge forward this time. Because this war is different from the past. Those who rush forward are not to die, but to gain credit!"

Froya was stunned, looked up at Rogge, and said nothing. After a while, he sighed quietly: "Blessings and misfortunes are twins. Don't be too careless."

In the silence, Rogge's hand suddenly and quietly passed under her arm, and then gave a heavy squeeze to the round and extremely elastic hills on her chest.

The little goblin's hand trembled, and the unfinished magic scroll was scrapped.

"Damn fat man! Don't be too proud, I will also mark this scrapped scroll on your head!" The little goblin's angry and melodious cry resounded throughout the building.

History is a wonderful thing that adds value to almost anything that can stand the test of time.

For example, this crystal goblet from the Kensei Dynasty is not particularly outstanding in its workmanship, but its three hundred years of history have made it valuable. The red wine it is holding is also a famous wine with a history of more than 80 years.

The hand holding the wine glass is pale and slender. Upper-class aristocratic men all hope to have such a noble and elegant complexion. The huge emerald ring on the ring finger only accentuates the slightly sickly paleness of this hand.

The owner of the hand is a tall and thin aristocratic man. He looks to be about thirty years old, very handsome, with a carefully trimmed mustache on his lips. She has a slender figure but broad shoulders. She wears a fashionable black dress elegantly and magnificently. The emeralds inlaid on the cufflinks complement the huge rings on her fingers.

He was twirling his beard with one hand, looking at the huge military map in front of him, thinking deeply.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked a tall middle-aged knight beside him: "Has our mage maintained training these days?"

The knight replied: "Sir Fernandez, they are exercising their physical fitness and riding skills every day. Now, at least ten of them have riding skills that are no worse than my light cavalry."

Fernandez nodded and said: "For them, this is a life-and-death matter. I understand that they dare not not practice. Besides, I feel relieved that you have personally trained their riding skills. Prepare the battle report for the victory. How's it going?"

"The battle report was sent to the Imperial Capital two days ago. The battlefield was just cleared today. A total of 760 Tide Light Cavalry badges were found. I will send a special person to send these badges to the Imperial Capital in the afternoon. However, Sir , how many casualties should we report?"

Fernandez pondered for a while and said: "Let's retaliate for about a hundred first. This will be enough to constitute a glorious victory! It won't be long before the Asrofiks come to Soratu for revenge. Then as long as we hold on City, no matter how many casualties there are, they will be regarded as military merits. Then we can add the excess casualties."

He pondered, and drew repeatedly on the military map with his hand for a long time, and finally clicked on a mountain peak: "If the Asrofiks come to retaliate, 10% of them will pass through here. Send a few capable people Guys, bring ten mages with the best riding skills to lurk here. Let each of them bring two Scythian mountain thoroughbred horses. This kind of horse will definitely run faster in the mountains than the Asrophic horses. Strategy Just like last time, preset the magic circle, focus on bombarding a round of magic and then escape immediately. Let us teach the arrogant Asrophic people a lesson first. After arranging this matter, you can come back to me, and we will Let’s go and see how the city’s defenses are being reinforced.”

The middle-aged knight accepted the order, but hesitated and did not retreat.

Fernandez raised his eyebrows and asked: "Do you have anything else to say? Don't worry, just say it!"

"Sir, since last night, our scout cavalry outside has never reported back. I have sent three groups of scout cavalry out to search, but there is no news after they left the city..."

Fernandez shuddered and fell into silence.

The red wine in the crystal cup slowly began to ripple, and the dark red ripples became more and more intense. Finally, a drop flew out of the crystal cup, and happened to land on the icon representing the city of Soratu on the military map, and it quickly sloshed. Into the paper. The spreading dark red flower looked like a wet blood stain at first glance.

The first ray of sunlight shone on the tall watchtower of Schilde City. Six soldiers struggled to push open the city gate studded with bronze cones, then ran away quickly and stood at attention close to the city wall. Where the dust was flying, a group of knights in bright armor ran out of the city.

The leading knight held up a battle flag, and the fluttering flag was embroidered with the coat of arms representing Rogge's identity and family. The imperial emblems of Asrophic are decorated with dragons and lions. As a prince with a foreign surname in the empire, Rogge can use two lions in his emblem. In the middle shield shape, there are seven spears densely arranged. These spears are a symbol of the empire's military exploits. Looking through them, Fatty really has a lot of military exploits. Coupled with the three goshawks acquired for the expansion of the empire's territory, there are almost no more symbols to be piled on the badge.

This battle flag was made overnight, and Fatty prefers the color of gold, so the coat of arms with a dark red base is filled with various sparkling golden symbols. Looking from a distance, this is enough to make anyone The emblem admired by the nobles is like a huge golden shield.

Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen followed the fluttering battle flags out of Schilde City with tiny steps. Behind the cavalrymen, there was an infantry phalanx rolling like a sea tide.

Rogge, Wallace and other generals stood on the roadside, watching the army rolling away to the southeast. The fat man was very proud, but Wallace and other generals looked worried.

After the army passed, countless carriages carrying military supplies filed out of the city. In this major march, the Tidal Legion has requisitioned all the carriages in Schild City, but the military supplies that can be transported are only a small part of the 70,000-strong army.

Suddenly, soul-stirring dragon roars rang out in the city of Schilde. Two giant dragons rose into the sky one after the other. After circling the army below for several weeks, they rushed away into the night.

Some soldiers in the queue of the Principality of Are began to cheer and pray loudly to the sky. They were believers of the Eye of Wisdom at first glance. Immediately afterwards, more and more people cheered towards the dragon, and even many warriors of the Tide Legion joined the cheers. After all, none of the warriors on the expedition wanted to sleep on the battlefield forever. It would be a good thing to have the two-headed dragon on their side.

Rogg looked up at the giant dragon in the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed and his breathing a little quick. As if subconsciously, a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a day's march, the light cavalry in front began to break away from the army and outflanked Soratu City first. Two thousand heavily armored knights and their entourage also accelerated their march. The infantrymen maintained their normal marching speed, but under Fatty's constant urging, the marching time was extended by two hours.

Just like this, the insufficiently trained recruits of the Arei Principality immediately showed a gap in physical strength. By dusk, the entire establishment even began to fall behind.

Rogg didn't care about that much. He simply ordered the Redbud Butterfly to lead the under-trained new army, while he led the Tide Legion and the most elite troops in the principality to march towards Soratu at a faster pace.

By nightfall, the queue of Rogge's army was more than ten kilometers long from front to back.

The fat man didn't realize it, he just followed the team on horseback. At this time, Wallace galloped over from behind and rode alongside Rogge: "Mr. Rogge, our current formation is very dangerous! I think we should stop and reorganize the army, otherwise the opponent only needs to use light cavalry to attack halfway. It will cause us great losses."

The fat man smiled and shook his head, saying: "No need! Our top priority is to rush to Soratu City first and try not to let anyone in the city escape. Sneak attack? Haha, there is no need to worry at all."

The fat man lowered his voice, leaned into Wallace's ear and said, "Think about it, how many more sanctuaries do we have in our army this time?"

Wallace took a breath ~IndoMTL.com~ Apparently the shock of that day is still fresh in his mind. He said: "Five...ah no, seven!"

"Yes!" The fat man chuckled and said: "Apart from these holy areas? What else do we have? Think again!"

Wallace's voice was already trembling: "You mean, those two giant dragons will also help us fight?"

"That's not all! We have another one..." Rogge looked around and saw that the generals around him quietly pricked up their ears, then he put his ear to Wallace's and said:

"...the goddess who walks in the world!"

Wallace's body stiffened instantly and his face turned pale. After a while, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face became flushed, as if he had drunk alcohol.

There are many sects on the continent of Gloria today. There are at least thousands of large and small gods and demons served by various religions and races. There is also the Church of Light with tens of millions of believers. All living beings have no regard for the gods. Existence is no longer in doubt. But although the miracles displayed by the gods are numerous, how many people have ever seen the true God with their own eyes?

No wonder Wallace was so excited.