Blasphemy: 7 Return to the South

It was early in the morning when Zhang Qinan returned home, and the residence of the Asrofic Empire's envoy was surrounded by hundreds of royal black-armored guards. The surrounding blocks are also full of guards, with a sentry almost every few meters.

Everyone in the envoy has long been aware of the changes outside. However, the empire is full of talented people, and those who can be selected into the mission during this extraordinary period are all brave and resolute people. Although they knew that they were in the enemy's capital and there was no chance of survival once they took action, the members of the mission divided up to guard key areas without any intention of panic.

Roger was sitting peacefully in the room, closing his eyes and meditating. Froya was lying on his lap like a golden kitten, flipping through the plane meditation book that she had almost memorized.

Roger was completely unimpressed by the black-armored guards surrounding him. Not to mention that these were just ordinary warriors, even if the Dro Empire sent several strong men to besiege them, and with an incredibly powerful being like Adeleni to support them, he would still be absolutely sure to escape with Froya. As for the life and death of the members of the envoy, that was not within Fatty's consideration at all. At worst, he would just lead the army back to avenge them in the future.

The densely packed black-armored guards in front of the embassy seemed to have suddenly received a silent order. They parted to both sides like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, a passage was opened that was large enough for two luxury carriages to pass side by side. Regardless of whether they are humans or horses, their movements are all uniform, and the excellent training is really amazing.

The sound of cars is ragged.

Dozens of luxury carriages came from afar and stopped at the gate of the envoy's residence. Those who got off the carriages were all high-ranking officials of the Dro Empire, and several even wore coats of arms representing the bloodline of the imperial family.

A tall, thin, luxuriously dressed old man came to the gate first. Looking at the shining crossbow in the hands of the mission guard above the gate, he couldn't help but tremble.

The old man shouted with all his strength: "Don't shoot the arrow! We have no ill intentions! Your Majesty heard that the noble Pope Rogge of the Holy Church has arrived in our country, and specially sent us to welcome the Pope into the palace. We didn't know before His Majesty the Pope’s arrival has been full of neglect, and I ask Mr. Rogge to be tolerant. Please convey my thoughts to the respected Mr. Rogge.”

Everyone in the mission was stunned for a moment, and someone immediately rushed to Rogge's room to report the news to the extremely distinguished Pope.

The Holy Church is different from the Church of Light. In the Holy Church, a servant of God does not have to remain single. When Rogge first formulated this rule, he was ridiculed mercilessly by Mora. After all, the fat man's selfishness was too obvious. But Rogge also had a valid reason. After all, he married two wives. Adele aside, the princess of Feuerbach must be taken care of on the surface.

So when the people who came to report the news saw the stunning leader of the Ice and Snow Mage Corps, who was famous in the empire, lying on the Pope's lap reading a book, they were not surprised at all, and some were just envious. When he saw Rogge sitting peacefully in the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, his calm and concentrated position as motionless as a mountain, the person who reported the news was even more admiring for the Pope.

"It seems that Lord Rogge was able to obtain the favor of the gods. It turns out it was no accident!" Recalling Rogge's previous deeds, the man was even more emotional.

After listening to the report, Rogge opened his eyes slightly and said slowly in a low and strange voice: "Let them wait first!"

After the man retreated, Froya raised her head and said, "Pretending again!"

Rogg rubbed her blond hair and said with a smile: "To deal with these people, you have to put on airs. The more arrogant you are, the less they dare to neglect you. We are not in a hurry to go out, let Dro and those Guys, just wait."

Froya narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying Rogge's touch, and said: "The attitude of the Dro people towards us has changed very quickly!"

"Obviously, they must have just suffered a big defeat. So we don't need to worry."

Dero's high-ranking officials stood outside for half an hour. The old man at the head looked ugly and looked like he was about to faint. Only then did Rogge and Froya slowly walk out of the door. . Under the guidance of the old man, Rogge and Froya boarded the most luxurious carriage, surrounded by countless royal guards, and headed for the imperial palace.

The next few days seemed busy, but in fact they were as ordinary as water.

Rogge and Froya were placed in the Sophiran Palace in the Imperial Palace, which was specially designed to welcome the most distinguished guests of the Dro Empire. In the past ten years, Sophieland Palace has only been opened four times. Somewhat ironically, three of the four times the Sophieland Palace was opened were used to receive the Pope of the Church of Light.

On the second day, Froya couldn't stand the endless banquets in the Dro Empire, so she claimed to be sick, hid in her room, and concentrated on studying planes and meditation. Rogge, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it every day, dealing with Emperor Dro and the powerful ministers and nobles. Emperor Dro soon discovered that this fat man with a kind and smiling face was actually not simple. No matter how they tried, they could not get the slightest hint from his mouth.

At countless banquets, Rogge talked about religion, goddesses, and beliefs, but never talked about wars and covenants. The envoys of the Asrofic Empire suddenly became more relaxed, and were not at all anxious about whether the negotiations could achieve results.

As the days passed, they were not in a hurry, but Emperor Dro was already going crazy with anxiety. War reports from the south came one after another. The Bavarian army moved like the wind and defeated the three largest vassal states in the southern part of the empire one after another. In these three battles, Dro's army suffered nearly 30,000 casualties, and another 80,000 were routed and had to be reorganized in the rear. Among these three battles, the most surprising one was the battle between Duke Dumas of the Dro Empire and the Lion Tooth Legion.

Duke Dumas is the most powerful prince in the south of the Dro Empire. In the past half month, he has thrown away the main force of the Dro Empire army. The 20,000 pro-union army has been following behind the Lion Tooth Army, trying to seize the opportunity for a decisive battle. . However, the Lion's Tooth Army moved quickly and never fought a decisive battle with him.

After more than ten days of the hide-and-seek game, the Lion Tooth Legion suddenly stopped in the Petain Valley and lined up waiting for the arrival of Duke Dumas.

At this time, Duke Dumas was only more than a hundred kilometers away from the main army of the Dro Empire behind him. However, it was this distance of more than 100 kilometers that became the key to determining the outcome of the war.

Arranged opposite Dumas's 20,000-strong army were eight thousand lion-tooth knights.

At that time, the sun was already setting in the west, and the clouds were like blood for half the sky.

The **** sky covered the eight thousand standing knights with a new layer of **** clothes. In this **** square formation, a surging blood cloud suddenly rose!

Driven by this blood cloud, the entire lion's tooth phalanx moved! The iron cavalry rolled like a blood pool in the sky bursting suddenly, and a red waterfall fell from the sky!

And that blood cloud had already far surpassed the phalanx of knights behind it, and with boundless murderous intent, it rushed towards the Dumas army swiftly and unparalleled!

The mighty Duke Dumas faced the setting sun. The sunlight and shadows stung his eyes, and the scenery he looked out was a little blurry. He stared hard at the rolling blood cloud, and could only vaguely see a knight with a spear and a prancing horse in the blood cloud.

Duke Dumas suddenly smelled a **** smell in his nose that was too strong to be dissolved, and then his eyes stung because he couldn't stand the sunlight, and he shed tears involuntarily.

"What the hell!" Dumas cursed and rubbed his eyes hard.

He vaguely heard the army behind him shouting something, but the sound seemed far away and erratic, and he couldn't hear what it was exactly.

Dumas finally opened his eyes.

For just a moment, his eyes opened as wide as they could!

I don’t know when, the space around him has been dyed with heavy dark red, this red is like mist, constantly drifting. And the vague knight just now was actually in front of him now!

The knight still looked very young, his handsome face was expressionless, and there seemed to be blood flowing in his cold eyes. Duke Dumas suddenly had a feeling. He felt that the knight looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person. Duke Dumas didn't know why he suddenly felt this way. His eyes followed the knight's shoulder to his arm, and then followed the arm to see the battle gun in his hand.

Dumas suddenly realized that the war gun was slowly being withdrawn from his chest!

How could he be so fast! Only then did Dumas think of this problem.

The Duke stood on his horse, a look of astonishment frozen on his face forever.

The blood cloud lightly brushed over his body and floated towards the battle formation behind him.

A vulture was hovering high in the sky, and its keen intuition told it that there would be a sumptuous dinner today. Its sharp eagle eyes are constantly scanning the earth, looking for food.

On the ground, there are tens of thousands of warriors who are already in chaos, and among them, a straight line of blood is rapidly extending in the battle formation!

The waterfall of blood falling from the sky has now rushed to the front of the formation!

No one would have thought that the battle-hardened Duke Dumas would be defeated so quickly. Early the next morning, when the main force of the Dro Empire followed the lead of the defeated troops and came to the Betain Valley, they saw only the corpses of tens of thousands of Dro warriors and countless vultures eating. There was not a single body of the Lion-Tooth Knight on the battlefield. Apparently the Lion Tooth Legion retreated calmly after clearing the battlefield.

The successive fall of the three powerful princes in the south shocked the entire government and opposition parties of the Dro Empire. The current Emperor Dro is not an enterprising person. He is both arrogant and timid. After the battle reports of the defeat in the southern war came one after another, he finally couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, and his attitude towards the Asrofic Empire mission changed fundamentally.

At this moment, as long as the Asrofic Empire is willing to send troops, whether it is to cede territory or pay military expenses, Emperor Dro is willing to agree. Therefore, Rogge, who plays an important role in the Asrophic Empire, has now become the focus of Orsinia. It's just that the fat man never mentioned politics and let the envoys do everything. As long as he opens his mouth, in addition to promoting the goddess's teachings, he will also praise the goddess's greatness.

In order to capture Rogge, all officials in the Dro Empire worked hard. They knew that power and money had no effect on people of Fatty's status. The only thing that can touch Rogge's heart is a woman. But Fatty's little goblin is unparalleled in beauty, has a perfect figure, has a distinguished status, and has superb magic power. Emperor Dro searched almost all of Ohinya, but how could he possibly find a woman who was comparable to Froya?

Since you can’t win with quality, you can only win with quantity.

Overnight, the quality of the maids at Sophieland Palace suddenly rose by two levels. The fat man entered the palace gate and looked around, seeing scenery everywhere. It's just that the fat man now has to act like a pope and maintain his sacred and glorious image at all times, and the little goblin will never let him do whatever he wants. Therefore, even though he is faced with a garden full of delicious food, the fat man can only look at it but not eat it.

I am afraid that only he himself understands the taste of gain and loss.

In the past few days, the Dro Empire has been making concessions, and the Asrofic envoy did not hesitate to do so. After the Dro Empire ceded an additional grain-producing lake area, he hastily signed an alliance agreement, and agreed on the Asrovic The Luofik Empire will dispatch 200,000 troops into the territory of the Dro Empire to fight against the Principality of Bavaria and the Church of Light. During the war, the Dro Empire will be responsible for all supplies of the Northern Army. In addition, another condition of the agreement is The Holy Church can freely preach within the territory of Dro, while the Church of Light should be expelled from the Dro Empire.

As for the religious clauses, Emperor Dro readily agreed. Although there are many believers of the Church of Light in the empire, the Church of Light is now openly siding with the Principality of Bavaria. The only thing that is missing is that the Holy Knights personally participate in the war. And there are various indications that the Bavarian Army's unexpectedly strong combat effectiveness is largely due to the fact that many church members serve in the military.

Emperor Dro himself is also a believer in the Church of Light, but in his eyes, royal power is more important than anything else. In front of the great throne, no matter what supreme god, what belief, or even parents and brothers, let him go to hell!

Looking at the several electric falcons carrying the alliance agreement flying through the sky, Rogge, who was standing in the Sky Garden of Sophieland Palace, couldn't help but secretly sigh, profit is really a wonderful thing. In the face of interests, the Asrofic Empire and the Dro Empire, who were about to have a war, actually became brothers fighting side by side in a short period of time, and concluded an alliance agreement that could affect the situation on the entire continent.

This agreement was later called the Holy Agreement by various countries in the mainland.

These electric falcons, known for their ferocity and speed, can return to the north within a day, and then more than 100,000 coolies will pick up axes and saws again, and countless towering ancient trees will collapse.

With the extension of the avenue, hundreds of thousands of imperial troops, already ready to go, will enter the Dro Empire under the leadership of the legendary generals Alexander and Pompey. Along with the army, there were hundreds of mages from the Holy Church, the powerful Ice Palace Warriors, and strong men gathered on a scale never seen before!

There are nearly 10,000 elven archers in the camp of the Holy Church.

A magnificent war is about to begin.

This is the duel between the warriors of the North and the warriors of the South, the battle between the strong men of the North and the Magical Saint Domain of the South, and the collision of the two major religions, the Holy Church and the Church of Light!

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the sky is filled with stars in the blink of an eye, and Rogge stands in the sky garden with his hands behind his back. He has been standing there for a whole day.

He just looked up at the sky.

Whether it is the clouds rolling in the sky or the wind passing by and the birds chirping, it can bring him endless information. Rogge knew that in a short time, the powerful and sad bugle of the North would sound over Ocinia. He also knew that this time Feuerbach personally entered the south and had already prepared that he would never be able to return to the prairie of the North. preparation.

The emperor has already made up his mind on this trip. If he doesn't win, he will die!

This summer night is surprisingly cold. Thick and humid mist rose across the entire Oceania, and thin dewdrops climbed onto Rogge's hair, gathered together, flowed down his cheeks, and disappeared into his collar.

It seems that the souls of Oceania that have not dispersed for thousands of years have traveled this night, and the cold air they emit has dispelled the warmth that the summer night should have.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the night sky. He seemed to be smiling, but the expression on his face seemed to be that of a vampire thirsting for blood.

In fact, every drop of cold dew can convey too many messages to him.

Rogg was looking at the sky, while the Book of Hero was slowly flowing in his heart.

"The gods created existence from nothingness and created kingdoms among the planes. All existence in the kingdom will be according to the will of the gods. The gods will rest, they are tired from creating the kingdom. When they wake up, the gods will Truly God.”

“God gets tired.”

At the end of this page, there is still the very familiar sentence: "The gods are not omnipotent, but Hero is omnipotent."

Roger's eyes traveled across the night sky. He seemed to see that, outside the night, there was a mysterious kingdom being established from scratch.

Will she also rest after building the Kingdom of God?

"When you wake up~IndoMTL.com~God will truly be God." This sentence echoed in Rogge's heart over and over again.

When she wakes up, has she truly completed the process of becoming a god? And at that time, did she still remember everything from the past?

Roger was suddenly confused.

At this moment, with Rogge standing as the boundary, the vast night suddenly slowly opened. Behind the scenes of night lies a completely unknown world.

There is thick darkness in the north, and there are several extremely tall figures standing faintly in the darkness. And beside the darkness, standing gracefully, is the haunting her.

Her black hair is still as straight as a waterfall, and her silver eyes are as bright as before.

It’s just that figure holding the death scythe. For some reason, he always looks so lonely.

And in the south, there is light.

It is soft, sacred, boundless light.

Only light!