Blasphemy: About the first time

The magic light source is refracted by pieces of crystal, turning into a soft and warm yellow light, which falls in the hall full of quaint and rich atmosphere.

The scarlet wine liquid kept swirling in the crystal goblet, and then fell back after several rounds. The wine liquid on the wall of the glass slowly slid down, exuding a blur of color under the light.

"Master MGM, generally speaking, red wine is not suitable for long-term storage. Red wine stored for too long will produce peculiar smell and destroy its aroma. But this does not apply to wine originating from the Swarovski region. Red wine. The longer the red wine produced there, the mellower it becomes. What you want to try now is the best Remi wine produced in the Swarovski region, which has a history of more than 150 years." Catherine's voice was noble and reserved, Unknowingly, he keeps people away from thousands of miles away. Every cadence is a model of aristocratic etiquette. But for some reason, on this night, behind the plain elegance, her voice seemed to have a subtle temptation.

"Of course, preservation is also a kind of knowledge. I will introduce it to you in a special topic in the future. There are some interesting tips in it!" Catherine raised her glass to MGM, this time with a little syllable at the end. The little coloratura is as lazy as a girl's love, and seems to be a little drunk.

MGM smiled. The theme these days is wine, and under Catherine's guidance, he has tried almost all the famous wines on the mainland. In just a few days, his knowledge of wine was enough to be called a master.

He was about to drink the red wine in the crystal goblet when Catherine's delicate hand suddenly placed on his wrist, stopping him.

"Master MGM, the true taste of wine can only be experienced after you are drunk. No, no, it is not the drunkenness you have experienced before, it is not real drunkenness, because your consciousness is still awake. This Plane, a great poet once said that alcohol is the root of all evil. If you really want to experience the true meaning of the source of evil, the only way is to relax, lose all guarding, suppress all power, and open your heart Be on guard and completely relax all control over your body. Only when your consciousness is also drunk will the true taste of wine appear."

Catherine's hand was smooth and cold, but MGM suddenly felt that the skin she touched was faintly burning, and it even extended along the wrist to the atrium. He frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. But no matter what, suppressing all the power of the four-winged angel is tantamount to completely handing over one's soul to the fragile human body, which is a very dangerous thing.

"Master MGM, what are you worried about? This is the Duke's Palace. Apart from the cathedral where the Pope lives, this is the safest place in Lille. And I have neither fighting spirit nor magic. , I am a devout believer in the Supreme God, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will be captured by the flesh of the human body like the lowest angels?"

Catherine's eyes shone like morning stars, and her breath was as fragrant as blue musk, as if it had been blended with the most fragrant aftertaste of dozens of previous fine wines.

MGM smiled slightly. Although he still vaguely felt that something was wrong, he was a four-winged angel accompanying the Lord God. In the past few days since he had known Catherine, he had tried all kinds of things in the world, but he could not shake his will at all.

Yes, how could he become a prisoner of evil like those lower angels?

MGM took a breath and drank the wine in one gulp. Following the method introduced by Catherine, he savored this extremely precious 150-year-old Remy red wine from different angles.

The feeling of being drunk is really good.

Especially between being drunk but not drunk, all restraints become fragile, all hidden desires emerge, and all sensory stimulation is amplified.

Everything in the room began to shake in front of MGM, and everything was coated with a blood-red rouge color. Like Macbeth, most of his memories have been left in the heaven, but how can he forget all the tens of thousands of years of serving the Lord God?

He suddenly wanted to laugh loudly, but also wanted to cry. MGM felt a little afraid in her heart, the human body's ** turned out to be so powerful. But he is a glorious four-winged angel. He will face any difficulty instead of escaping from it.

MGM felt a sense of alarm in his heart. Although he has suppressed all his powers, he is after all an angel with four glorious wings, an angel known for his power of holding spells, and has served the Lord God for a long time. Will has become a part of existence. If it wavers a little, instinct will immediately issue a warning. If a foreign enemy attacks at this moment, he can immediately recall his strength and regain his clarity.

However, MGM also knows that the last bit of wisdom that cannot be completely eliminated is an obstacle to accepting the test. At this moment, his emotions are indeed showing signs of wavering. If he does not dare to face these directly, he can also It is said that he was defeated, defeated in front of the physical body. Compared with the lowest-level angels who cannot resist the temptation of sex, this is just a difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps.

MGM sighed softly, and the golden light in the depths of his pupils gradually faded away, and the wildness finally began to appear on that clear and elegant face.

Amidst the swaying carmine around the world, MGM's eyes were suddenly attracted by two shining morning stars. Catherine usually doesn't stand out too much, and even makes people feel a little personalityless and featureless. But she is not beautiful enough.

Catherine, she is actually so perfect, from her hair to her ankles, every detail is impeccable. Even the most picky person cannot find faults in her. Because of this, at first glance, I really don't feel that she has any characteristics or anything particularly attractive.

People's feelings are very strange. They are always attracted by one outstanding thing, thus ignoring other shortcomings. And people will always subconsciously exaggerate this most prominent feature. Because of this, Catherine's reputation for beauty is not obvious. At most, she is just the most beautiful woman in the Rhine Kingdom. And even this name is quite controversial. At least when Froya returns to the royal capital, the charming little fairy will immediately steal a lot of her limelight.

MGM naturally has no way of understanding the weaknesses of human consciousness. At this time, in his eyes, Catherine's perfection was clearly visible. In this world of lavish wealth and glamor, not a drop of her beauty could escape MGM's magnification. A thousand times better feeling. Ivory skin, thick natural long curly hair, deep blue eyes, soft jade hands, vermilion lips... Each superimposed impact increases by a factorial.

The drunkenness is still rising.

MGM suddenly realized that although he had experienced painting, music, sculpture, architecture, literature, drama and other human arts, the true essence of human art had always been with him. He picked up the wine bottle and wanted to pour himself some more wine, but his hands were shaking and he could no longer hold the bottle.

This is a very amazing feeling. Like an endangered traveler in the freezing cold, facing the dancing fire, knowing the burning pain, he couldn't help but reach out to grab it, just to experience the momentary pleasure of heat.

Catherine gently grasped the shaking bottle, stretched her slender fingers along the bottle, and touched MGM's trembling fingertips. The icy touch once again turned into a hot stream of fire, which was injected into Inside the heart of MGM. There was something shouting in the depths of his soul, but under Xunxun's drunkenness, MGM couldn't hear the voice at all and was unwilling to hear it.

He reached back and gently held Catherine's hand.

In the world of gold powder and blush, the only thing that is clear is Catherine's bright eyes.

This is the most wonderful moment... and the most profound experience... The soul can no longer bear the huge pleasure, and screams hysterically while trembling!

...MGM suddenly stood up and sat up, his face was livid, and the alcohol had gone away.

Catherine was standing on the scarlet carpet, slowly getting dressed. Those simple-style clothes that showed luxurious materials and tailoring covered her silky skin layer by layer. Every movement of Catherine's dressing was so elegant, and there was a noble, elegant but essentially alien smile on her face, as if what she just did was just the most common pastime for aristocratic women. , such as writing a poem or pruning a bouquet of flowers.

She heard the voice behind her, turned around, smiled slightly, and said: "Master MGM, you are truly the most noble high-level angel. You can get rid of the shackles of the body so easily. ."

MGM's face was as dark as water. He had expelled all human emotions and desires from his soul. At this moment, he looked at Catherine with the compassion and indifference of a **** looking at the world like a lost lamb.

"You want to kill me?" Catherine said calmly and casually, as if a lady was talking about the weather in a social gathering.

MGM was silent for a moment and just sighed.

Katherine smiled faintly and said: "That's right. The church scriptures say that when you commit a sin, you must work hard to make amends. If you commit new sins to cover up your sins, you will be far away from the glory of the Lord God. ."

"Tell me what you want." MGM said coldly.

Catherine said: "The Grand Duke received the miracle from heaven, and since then he has been fighting hard to spread the glory of the Supreme God. Now the Principality is in a fierce battle with the Dro Empire, which is much more powerful than us, but the Pope's attitude is very strange. He is always unwilling to help the great prince designated by the Lord God's miracles. If you are willing to help us generously, then you will not only compensate me, but also spread the glory of the Supreme God."

MGM said: "The Grand Duke is indeed the recipient of the miracle personally designated by the Lord God. Therefore, if you want me to help you, just tell me directly, and I may not agree. Why do you use this method?"

Katherine smiled lightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, and said meaningfully: "Master MGM, the greatest source of human artistic inspiration is a thing called passion. If you one day If you can understand what love is, then you will understand why I do this."

"Love?" MGM fell into deep thought.

Catherine left the room, knowing that it was time to leave the noble Advent Angel alone. She gently closed the door and walked out on the long red carpet.

A figure appeared silently in front of Catherine, blocking her way. His long hair and skin had lost their former high-spirited luster, his eyes were bloodshot, but his lips had completely lost their color. He was originally heroic and talented, but now he was tortured to the point of being haggard.

"Why! Tell me, why is this!" He stared at the lingering hickeys on Catherine's neck and growled lowly. He stretched out his hand, but then drooped it down in front of her.

Katherine frowned and looked, and saw clearly that the person blocking the road was Fiore, the Templar Swordsman of the Church of Light who had been following her.

Seeing the focus of Fiore's gaze, she frowned more tightly and pulled up her shawl to cover the hickey on her neck. Her classically beautiful face was filled with an inviolable and noble expression, and she said coldly: "You? Are you following me?"

"I'm here to protect you!" Fiore growled. He forgot to use honorifics. Then, he suppressed his voice desperately, not wanting others to hear: "I...I admire you so much!" In my heart, you are even more important than my belief in the Supreme God! But why is this, why!"

Catherine looked at him, her expression softened, and she smiled, as gentle as the first breeze in spring. She stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears that rolled down Fiore's eyes unknowingly, and said softly but firmly: "Fiore, I'm just an ordinary woman. In this chaotic world, I need help, and even more. Protection. But I have no martial arts skills and no magic. Apart from my body, what else can I give in exchange?"

"I, I can protect you and I am always helping you!"

Katherine took back her hand, looked at Fiore for a while, and smiled lightly: "You? Maybe in the future, but not now. I once expected you to be able to do this, but I don't have that long to wait. Your growth. Protecting me requires more than just determination."

There was a soft buzzing sound, and Fiore's sword was already pressed against Catherine's throat. His hands were still steady, but his whole body was trembling: "I can't stand it, I can't stand you using me in exchange!"

Katherine's bright eyes looked at Fiore quietly. His body was shaking more and more violently, and finally, the tip of his sword sank down step by step, hanging to the ground.

The moment Catherine passed him, she stopped again and said calmly: "I like powerful men, so I was willing to do it just now."

Fiore shuddered.

"If one day, your power can make me tempted..." Catherine did not say any more.

Fiore turned around like a whirlwind and stared at Catherine, his eyes filled with hot flames.

"Will you always help me?"

"I will, for the rest of my life." Fiore looked straight into Catherine's beautiful eyes as blue as the sky, and answered without any hesitation.

This is a world without sky or land, boundless and boundless.

But there is light in this world, soft light, which is everywhere but has no origin and end. There is also a sea in this world, a vast ocean whose end cannot even be touched by perception. This is a strange world, half void and half ocean.

A face suddenly appeared in the waves of the sea. This is an extremely charming face. Every contour and every curve is made of temptation, which is enough to make people's breath stop.

There were sudden waves on the sea, and huge waves rushed toward this exquisite face, lifting it higher and higher. So in the waves, the endless sea water condensed together, slowly revealing the slender neck, round shoulders, icy skin and slender legs.

A moment later, an unparalleled beauty stood on the sea. He, not she, suddenly opened his eyes!

So countless bright red lightnings fell from the void, submerged into the bottomless ocean, and stirred up huge waves hundreds of meters high!

Four angels emerged from the void, they gathered under him, and said in unison with the sweet voice of chants: "Dear Lord Achilles, the great Tiratmis has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Achilles seemed to be hesitant for some reason. After a moment, he waved his hand, and a huge wave flew out of the sea and turned into a robe in the air, covering his body.

So under the guidance of the four angels, Achilles' snowy toes lit up with two bright red lights and passed through the air silently.

Tirathemis, one of the main gods of the heavens, the great **** who single-handedly created the Angel of Light, rested her jaw on her hands and seemed to be deep in thought.

He sat on a ball of pure holy light, surrounded by clouds and clouds, and hymns sung by hundreds of angels in unison lingered in the endless space.

Twelve angels lined up in two rows. They folded the golden wings behind their backs and lowered their heads with great respect. They lined up on both sides of the glorious Lord God. Compared with Tiratmis' huge body that exudes endless majesty, these angels are like dots of fireflies under the bright moon on a summer night!

The four lower angels who led Achilles stopped far away. They could not approach the Lord God at all. For these lower angels, the light of Tiratmis is too strong. If they fly forward again, they will be immediately burned out by the light of the Lord God and become their original form without consciousness.

When Achilles saw the twelve angels in front of Tiratmis, his bright red eyes fluctuated slightly. He flew to the Lord God who created him, knelt respectfully in the void, and waited for instructions.

Tirathemis slowly opened her eyes, looked at Achilles who was not even as tall as one of his fingers, and said slowly: "This time, your mission did not go smoothly."

The Lord God was speaking as softly as possible, but the slight fluctuations in his divine power had caused huge waves in the space that were too huge for the lower angels, and the hymns they sang were almost interrupted because of this. . The hundred angels immediately retreated together, and the hymn did not become loud again until they were far away from the scope of the Lord God's power.

"Odelech is the most perfect angel of light you created. My mission this time cannot go smoothly." Achilles bowed his head and said.

"That's true..." Tiratmis mused, and said: "However, although Odaireh has stolen the power of faith, she has just awakened and her power should not be strong. This battle, Your body was even decomposed and you had to return to heaven. Why hasn't she been destroyed?"

Achilles said calmly: "Great Tiratmis, your oracle is to bring her back to you, not to destroy her. She is the product of your great wisdom, so this is by no means a An easy task. I will come again and bring her to you."

Tirathemis pondered for a moment, then raised her hand, and four of the twelve angels immediately came out. Tiratmis said: "Let them assist you and bring Odaireh to see me."

Achilles raised his head slightly, his bright red eyes flashed a little, and said: "Great Tiratmis, there is no need for five angels of light to bring Odaireh back to heaven. This will affect The speed at which you expand to the glory of God in other planes. Moreover, if five angels of light come at the same time, it will also exhaust the savings of the Church of Light. You know, the plane where Audreyh is located is very troublesome, otherwise, she... Nor will she..."

Achilles said no more.

Tirathemis said slowly: "Achilles, your eyes are not far enough. If you want to bring Odaireh back to heaven, your strength alone is not enough. As for the Church of Light, Accumulation, you don’t need to worry about this.”

At this moment, a burst of intense light suddenly burst out from the endless void, and hundreds of angels flew out. They formed a neat row behind Achilles and knelt down.

One of the leading angels said respectfully: "Great Tiratmis, great Sethanistoria heard that you encountered some trivial troubles in the planes, and he knew that you were already very young when you created the Angel of Light. We are tired, so let us come over and hope that all troubles can be annihilated at the beginning."

Tirathemis said calmly: "I thank the great Cetanistoria for his kindness, but his mission is far more important than mine, and he should not distract even a small amount of power. You go back, this This one-time incident is actually insignificant and can’t even be called a trouble.”

The angel said respectfully: "Of course, the great Tiratmis, I believe that this matter will be resolved soon. However, the world of the alien plane is complex and dangerous, and we have some humble experience in this. Great. Cetanistoria hopes that this matter will not be delayed until the seven eyes of Furianmir, the **** of order, look back."

Tirathemis said: "The great Cetanistoria is the main **** of battle, and I can see your strength very clearly. Go back, please don't worry, this time things will be over soon. It will be solved."

The angel no longer persisted, and led the hundreds of angels behind him to maintain a kneeling posture, sliding back and disappearing into the surging clouds.

After the battle angels retreated, the temple of Tiratmis was solemn, and even the hymns seemed particularly dry and tasteless. The Lord God's unfathomable divine power has not seen any fluctuations. Within the scope of the divine power, it is almost difficult for light and time to flow.

Finally, Tiratmis raised her right hand, and the four angels of light quietly stood up and returned to their original ranks.

The right hand of the Lord God points to Achilles.

Achilles knelt down, waiting for the Lord God's sign.

A little morning star flew out from Tiratmis's fingertips and sank into Achilles' extremely graceful forehead.

"Achilles, I grant you the ability to travel freely through space to continue your mission." The words of the Lord God have majesty that cannot be defied.

"Yes!" Achilles replied, then slowly retreated in a kneeling position.

"This time...you don't have to bring Odaireh back." Tiratmis said slowly.

The angels of light could not tell whether there was anything else behind Tiratmis's cold indifference.

Achilles finally left the vast and boundless palace of the Lord God.

The illusory space, the faint chant, and the incredibly tall and majestic figure appeared alternately, like a chaotic picture scroll, and then the familiar death sickle passed through the center of the picture scroll, turning all the light into For nothingness.

However, the Death Scythe continued to castrate, and after a spin, it actually struck him! The huge, cold blade sank into his chest bit by bit, and unprecedented pain immediately burned his consciousness and his soul.

Roger groaned and opened his eyes. Unbelievable severe pain would come from time to time in his chest and abdomen. With each wave of severe pain, his consciousness would be in a trance for a moment.

The jumping scenery in front of Rogge finally stopped~IndoMTL.com~and the blurred outlines became clear. But the first thing that caught his eye was neither the infinitely charming Froya nor the wild and seductive Androni.

Roger looked in disbelief at the woman who was sitting gently and calmly by the bed with a faint smile on her lips. Her mirror-like black hair and warm silver eyes were like a winter day. The deepest dream of the night.

He struggled to sit up, but his body at the moment was like a heavy mountain. Lifting it just a little bit consumed all his strength, and every movement caused a burst of sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, making him On the verge of falling back into coma at any time.

"How...could it be you..." Rogge finally squeezed out a few words.

"Why can't it be me?" Feng Yue smiled lightly, and gently held Rogge's hand and asked him to lie back quietly.

Feeling the smooth and cold touch on his hand, Rogg completely forgot that this hand had also penetrated steel and cracked the dragon demon.

He felt relieved, and his consciousness fell into darkness again. At this time, the bone-chilling coldness had long since disappeared into the warm warmth.

It’s just that there is so much hidden behind those silver eyes... The Twelve Movements of Twilight are finished