Blasphemy: 12 Forgetting each other

A new day has come in the Wanli Icefield.

At this moment when night and day alternate, Rogge is running wildly. In front of him, it was still a night with blue moon and cold stars hanging high, while behind him, thousands of golden snakes were dancing wildly.

His speed has reached the limit, and his fat figure flickers in and out, like a shooting star, flashing across the endless ice field.

The race with the morning light finally ended with Rogge's defeat. The golden morning light with a little red in it filled his body.

Roger laughed and suddenly stood firm. In the sky in front of him, a figure made of pale golden light was slowly descending. Rogge immediately recognized it as Macbeth, whom he had not seen for a long time. However, during this reunion, Rogge always felt that Macbeth was a little different from before. From time to time, more than ten points of golden starlight would fly out from his pale golden body, and each point of starlight contained a lot of sacred aura. After the stars dance in the sky for a while, they will gradually dissipate.

Macbeth paid no attention to these stars, but Rogge's feeling was much sharper at this moment than before. And the dragon eye in the left eye is not just a symbol of power, it itself contains quite powerful insight and can see many things that ordinary people cannot see. Combined with the scanning of mental power, Rogge immediately discovered that with every bit of golden light flying out of Macbeth's body, his body composed of golden light would become weaker.

"Have you seen Audreich?" Macbeth asked with a smile. This smile added to the charm of his handsome and majestic face.

"Yes! After meeting her, I have a new direction. I just regret why I didn't listen to you and go to the floating city earlier."

"You're not too late, but it's not too early either. Unfortunately, I still know too little about the Realm of the Gods. Otherwise, I should have been able to remind you earlier. Come here and let me take a look. Your power."

Macbeth raised his hand and pointed at Rogge, and a piece of pale golden light fell like a waterfall and sprinkled on Rogge. Rogge stood there, motionless, letting the golden light pass through his body. But the fat man had other ideas. With a burst of mental power, he quietly cut off a section of the golden light and kept it in his body.

Macbeth smiled slightly and said: "The power that does not belong to you will eventually dissipate. Even I can't keep them, how can you occupy it? I have already taught you what you should learn. , so there is really no need to secretly analyze the properties of my power. If you still need more powerful power, you should go to Audreyh."

Although Rogge was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush at this moment. It's just that although he was embarrassed, he wouldn't spit out anything that came into his mouth, so he still kept the small ball of golden light in his body and just said: "The more I practice, the more I find that I have I'm going the wrong way, and the overall change of attributes has also happened. So Lord Macbeth, you should teach me everything you know so that I can deal with different situations. As for Audreyh , hum..."

Macbeth laughed and said: "Audreyh is indeed special. Of course, I am referring to the one now called Feng Yue. Her way of understanding power is very unique, and you will definitely not be able to imitate it. And with her character , will not be a good teacher. If you really need to improve your strength, I think her first thought should be to directly transform you. So I am not talking about her, but another Audreyh... ”

Rogg asked: "Another Audreyh? I think I have seen it before, her name is... called..."

"Ask her name yourself." Macbeth smiled and said: "You should learn more about how to use power from her."

The restless wind around them suddenly solidified, and a faint murderous aura quietly enveloped the entire place.

The frosty-faced Wella stepped out of the void and stared at Macbeth coldly. This time she didn't put on the demon lotus, but the tip of the dragon soul battle gun in her hand kept bursting out with **** of electric fire. She was clearly angry.

"You talk so much!" Wella said coldly.

Facing Wella's murderous intent, Macbeth showed no fear and replied with a smile: "I did say more, but I won't have a chance to say it again in the future. Although I am not as powerful as you, the only one The work I have done is only to praise God. But you are too focused on power. Although I have only been in this plane for a short time, I do know more than you in some aspects. Why do you all hide it from him? What’s the significance of this? Think about it carefully!”

The anger in Wella's eyes grew stronger. She stared at Macbeth, and the cold murderous intention surged out. Just slowly, her murderous intention gradually disappeared, and finally she just sighed a little lonely and said: "You... just say what you want to say."

Before she left, she glanced at Rogge, and the fat man happened to be looking at her with a half-smile. It's just that where the fat man's eyes fell was a little bit of her lips.

Wella's anger that had just subsided immediately rekindled, and the thunder and lightning storm that had been brewing on the Dragon Soul Battle Gun suddenly flew out, knocking the fat man to the ground.

When the fat man struggled to get up with electric fire all over his body, Wella had already left, and only Macbeth was still looking at him with a smile.

"You are right. I should tell you all the ways to use various powers, and it is up to you to choose. This is all my memory and understanding of power. You can understand it yourself." Macbeth raised his hand. Pointing his finger, a holy cross composed of countless tiny golden characters flew out from the fingertips and slowly flew towards Rogge. But there were dozens of golden stars flying out at the same time as the Holy Cross.

Roger allowed the Holy Cross to sink into his chest. He just stared at the scattered stars and suddenly said: "Lord Macbeth, your current situation seems to be a little abnormal."

Macbeth's smile remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Did you also see it? Yes, my body is dying bit by bit, and this process is irreversible."

"How could this happen? Who in this plane has the ability to destroy your body? Is it the goddess of nature?"

"No, it's Achilles. The Angel of Light created by the great Tiratmis is really powerful. When he returns this time, Achilles has obviously prepared enough means to deal with lower gods..."

At this point, Macbeth couldn't help but smile bitterly before continuing: "I didn't even see him before he dissociated the primary godhead that I had just obtained from the power of faith. Since the godhead has been dissociated , then all traces of my existence will disappear. Alas, Achilles...if he hadn't suddenly chosen self-destruction at the last moment, I think we would all fall in front of him."

Rogge frowned and said: "As far as I know, after an angel is destroyed, the soul body will return to heaven and be reborn again. Unless... it is under some very special circumstances. I think you should have been able to choose at the beginning Destroyed and then returned to heaven."

Macbeth nodded and said proudly: "Indeed. If I had chosen to destroy myself at that time, Audreyh would not have been able to trap my spiritual body. After returning to heaven, the great Furianmir will recreate my existence. . But she actually put the power of faith in front of me! From the moment I took over the power of faith, I predicted the ending of today's destruction. I don't know why I came to this conclusion, but I know, No matter how long I serve God, I will never become a God. But now, after all, I have possessed godhood, so I have no regrets."

Roger was silent.

Is it worth exchanging eternal existence for a moment of becoming a god, exchanging an ordinary life for a brilliant moment? Roger always thought he knew the answer to this question. But now he suddenly felt that the other choice could not be said to be wrong.

Macbeth's ambition makes him and destroys him. But he finally had the right to choose, so he had no regrets.

More and more golden light scattered around Macbeth. He pondered for a moment and then said to Rogge: "There are things you want to do and you have to do it. Many times, once the opportunity is missed, it will never come again. In this regard, Don't be sloppy like Audrey He."

Macbeth patted Rogge on the shoulder for the last time, suddenly rose into the sky, and flew towards the endless sky.

Roger looked up at the sky and saw only a dazzling golden brilliance suddenly exploded behind the burning clouds. Then it was dotted with residual flames and fell from the sky, as magnificent as in a dream.

The fat man suddenly felt a little sad.

He shook his head, swept all the sorrow out of his mind, and took long strides towards the imperial capital.

God is fragile. So says the first page of the Book of Hero.

Because gods are fragile, except for the lowest gods, they will choose to open up their own realm in the plane of nothingness instead of letting their body stay in a plane with many powerful beings. In the realm opened by God, he will have great convenience, because many of the rules in the realm will be formulated by God.

This is from the middle of the first page of the Book of Hero.

In the Book of Heroes, the lowest gods, such as Macbeth, are not actually recognized as gods, but can only be classified as something between gods and secular existence. Not even a name.

After seeing Feng Yue and witnessing Macbeth's brilliant destruction, Rogge finally understood what the first page of the Book of Heroes actually said. But there was one sentence he still couldn't understand.

The gods are not omnipotent, but Hero is omnipotent.

The fat man knew that Fengyue had already gone to open up his own divine realm. But in this process, she will gradually lose herself and all emotional memories.

So he wants to pull her back.

The time when he saw her was not too late, but it was definitely not too early. He just had time.

In order to have it, the fat man chooses to forget. He will run wildly along the path of power until the day he can bring her back from the realm of the gods.

The imperial capital.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Hughes talked with Rogge and walked outside his room. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and all the traps set on the door disappeared, and he pushed it open. The moment the door opened, the smile on Hughes' face immediately froze!

When Rogge peeked his head in, he also saw the miserable situation in Hughes' room, and his expression immediately became very strange.

Hughes walked into the room slowly. Although he walked step by step, his footsteps were as light as a feather. He didn't look at anything on the ground at all, just pacing back and forth in the room. However, after his footsteps passed, everything remained the same, even the tea leaves scattered on the ground had not broken or turned over.

He walked around the room, his face turned livid, and he looked up to the south, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Roger couldn't see Hughes's expression. He stood at the door and asked with a strange expression: "Elder Hughes, what's going on? Your home has been raided? Haha, this is really true. It doesn’t look like a four-hundred-year-old killer!”

When Hughes turned around, his face had returned to its usual elegance and calmness, and he smiled and said: "Master Rogge, it's not that a thief visited my room, it's just that someone sent a message. Just come here. But this is not good news."

Roger immediately asked: "What news?"

As for why sending a message would completely renovate Hughes's room, and who had the ability to deliver the message in such a domineering way, the fat man didn't ask a word. He knew that asking would be in vain. Hughes would always find a way to tell Fatty what he wanted to say, but he would never be able to ask what he didn't want to say.

"One good news, two bad news." Hughes said calmly.

"It doesn't matter which one you say first." The fat man leaned against the door and replied calmly.

"Well, the Oracle City is destroyed, that's bad news."

"What! How could the Oracle City be destroyed when it was good? Was it that son of a bitch's fault?! What about my elf? How much was it hurt?" The fat man immediately shouted and jumped up.

Xius smiled slightly and simply said: "The good news is that you will have more than 50,000 elves from now on."

The fat man was stunned for a moment and was a little overwhelmed by the huge gap. He had been worried about the insufficient number of elves and low fertility. I didn’t expect that there would be fifty thousand more elves now. This is great news!

"And the other bad news is that if you don't act fast enough, all your elves, whether new or old, may fall to the axes of the orc army."

Rogg calmed down. He thought for a moment, frowned and asked: "Did the orcs serve it to the Green Sea? Isn't that impossible?"

Xius sighed softly and said: "I originally thought this was impossible. But the impossible did happen. It is said that hundreds of thousands of orc troops swept across the entire Green Sea, and now there are more than 50,000 survivors. The elves all arrived at the Oracle City. However, the Oracle City certainly could not stop the orcs following, so they chose to retreat to the underground fortress. Judging from the time, it is estimated that the orcs have just arrived at the abandoned oracle. city."

Rogg stared at Hughes and asked: "Elder Hughes, you even have the Book of Heroes in your hand. How could you not know that such a big thing happened in the Green Sea?"

The smile on Hughes's face slowly disappeared, and he said solemnly: "I really don't know. I think there must be a guy standing behind the orcs. It should be his masterpiece that the orcs suddenly become so powerful. ."

Rogg wanted to continue asking why the 200,000 elves in the Green Sea could not resist the hundreds of thousands of orcs, but when he counted the time, his expression changed again, and he frowned and said: "No, one day the orcs will strike forward. We will arrive at the underground fortress! Damn it, these elves are all mine, and no one can hurt them in the hands of those orcs! Elder Hughes, I am going to the underground fortress now to have a look. Is there anything you can do? ”

Sius immediately said: "I just happened to have established a directional portal there. Sir Rogge, if you want to go, we can go there and take a look."

A moment later, a burst of magical light flashed in the center of the underground fortress that the three kings had spent a long time digging. When the light dissipated, Rogge and Hughes had already stepped out of the portal.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Rogge was still shocked by the sight before him.

The teleportation magic array is located in the center of a very wide hall. There is a magic lamp at regular intervals on the four walls of the hall. Dozens of magic lamps illuminated the entire hall as bright as day.

At this moment, the air in the hall is filled with the strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of medicine. Rows of seriously injured elves are lying neatly on the ground. Low moans echo throughout the space. At a glance, the injured elves There seems to be no end in sight! Dozens of elves shuttled back and forth, taking care of the injured elves, and they were very busy.

The underground fortress was originally designed for the elves in the Oracle City, and it can be said to be very spacious to accommodate more than 10,000 elves. But suddenly there were 50,000 more elves, and it immediately seemed extremely crowded. Even these injured elves can only line up next to each other.

Hundreds of seriously injured elves may not sound like a large number of casualties, but when they appeared in front of you at the same time, the shock was more than a simple number could contain!

Roger watched all this speechlessly~IndoMTL.com~ his eyes narrowed slightly. His hands seemed to be clasped casually behind his back, but occasionally a small ball of magic flame would explode from his clenched fists.

A soft cry suddenly sounded in the hall, and a light figure came to Rogge and Hughes like a gust of wind. It was Eiffel.

"You're finally here!" Effie said.

"Were all these done by orcs?" Rogge asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. I heard that the orcs this time are very powerful and there are a lot of them. They also have many war beasts that have never been seen before." Eiffel replied.

Rogg nodded, his face extremely gloomy.

Seus slowly scanned the entire hall, and finally his eyes fell on Eiffel. After a moment, he nodded and said: "You did a good job."

"But there are too many orcs coming, and I have nothing to do." Effie replied with a frown.

Xius was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "Although our elves have declined, we have not yet reached the point of annihilation! No matter how many orcs come this time, I will make them never come back!"