Blasphemy: Day 3 Earth Middle

Dusk.

Roger sat on the top of the hall, staring at the **** sunset in the distance. Bursts of faint prayers echoed in the mountains, adding a mysterious color to this beautiful scenery.

The sunset slowly fell into the mountains, and the evening prayers in the church also ended. Rogge stood up, spat out a puff of faint black air from his mouth, and a faint golden glow began to appear on his face.

Looking at the churches walking out of the prayer hall in twos and threes, Rogge smiled slightly. He even began to like these guys. After all, the power brought by their prayers really made him feel very, very comfortable. This was the first time in his life that Fatty experienced this feeling.

Morning and evening prayers are lessons that every member of the church must participate in. The content of the prayers is the same and has not changed for hundreds of years. It is nothing more than praising the glory of the Supreme God. But a few days ago, the fat man brought back a thick stack of hymns and changed all the contents of the morning and evening prayers. In the first half, All Saints Church will sing praises to the glorious Dismassen, and the content of the songs will be different every day.

The second half is about praising fat people, and they must be pious!

All the holy churches have long been accustomed to Rogge's incomprehensible orders. The church's always rigorous style made them wholeheartedly sing praises to Rogge without any watering down.

After the morning prayer, the fat man seemed to be a new person, full of energy. But when he walked off the top of the hall and walked towards the teleportation hall, the brilliance on his body had long since disappeared. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary fat man with no power.

The fat man stood alone in the teleportation hall, waiting quietly. There are more than ten small doors in the main hall. Behind most of the doors, there is a teleportation circle leading to a certain cathedral. He didn't wait long, one of the small doors was opened, and the expressionless Star Sword Master Prosis slowly walked out from behind the door.

Roger took a few steps forward, saluted to Prosis, and said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Prosis, you are willing to come, this is the glory of the entire church!"

Prosis looked at Rogge, gave a rare smile, and said: "There are many talents in the church of the Church of Light, and there will always be four or five opponents who can compete with me. Well, your magic power is so strong , no wonder he can become the master of the temple at this age."

Prosis looked at Rogge, and finally his eyes fell on the starry sky around the fat man's waist, and his expression darkened slightly.

Roger looked down at Prosise's expression, but just smiled and said: "Dear Mr. Prosise, you are Anne's teacher. I invite you here this time because I want to invite you to visit the bright light." The greatest secret in the Great Temple, the Temple of the Purgatory Angel. I hope it will help you take a step further in your understanding of power."

Hearing the words "Purgatory Angel Temple", Prosis's seemingly emotionless face couldn't help but feel horrified.

The Temple of Purgatory Angel is as dark and deep as ever, and the space is filled with unknown and strange forces. This power is invisible and traceless, but it seems to directly affect the soul. Walking in the main hall, every time the sound of footsteps breaks the silence, it will arouse a scream, which echoes endlessly in the main hall.

Prosis has completely concealed the surprise on his face. From the moment he entered the hall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not prevent his falling footsteps from making a sound. But he had no time to explore the secrets, because the first statue of the Angel of Purgatory had already appeared in his sight!

In every palace and in front of every statue, Prosis would stand there for a long time as if he had lost his soul. It was not until Rogge urged that he reluctantly walked to the next hall.

Rogge was very patient. While walking through the palaces with Prosis, he asked casually: "Anne always respected you very much during her lifetime, and obviously, you also liked her very much, otherwise you wouldn't have Biluo." The starry sky was left to her."

Prosis nodded, with most of his mind still focused on the statue in front of him. He answered after a long time: "She is the most talented of all my disciples. I have always regarded her as myself. daughter's view."

Roger stood next to Prosis and accompanied him to look at the statue of the Angel of Purgatory. After a while, he slowly said: "Now that the pattern of the war has been decided, the war in the world has long become insignificant. I heard that the Grand Duke He has led the army to capture Ohinia, and is about to march into the Asrophek Empire. Well, it seems that the Grand Duke will not be able to come back within a few months..."

Prosis frowned, and finally looked away from the statue of the Angel of Purgatory and looked at Rogge. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Rogge's soul and explore his true thoughts. Rogge stood with a smile, as if he didn't feel the sharp killing intent in Prosis' eyes at all.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Prosis finally said: "Master Rogge, your magic power is comparable to that of Master Hierro and Master Lhasa, and I once heard that your relationship with Anne is extraordinary. So this A sharp blade of revenge should not be lifted by me."

Roger smiled and said: "Dear Mr. Prosis, for a person like me who converted to the church after being captured, you must also know the special status of me. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching in secret. Every move I make! So when I just raise the sharp blade in my hand, there must be a strong hand pressing me down."

Procis stared at Rogge for a while, and then focused his attention on the statue of the Angel of Purgatory again, and said calmly: "There are some enemies that cannot be provoked, and she is one of them. She is not what she seems on the surface. It’s so simple. There are many secrets in her that you don’t know.”

Roger was silent for a while, smiled, and said: "But I will still provoke her. For Anne's sake, can you tell me when the Grand Duke's Palace will no longer be under your protection? ?"

"Any time."

The fat man nodded and said nothing more.

Although the two walked slowly, they finally arrived at the final twin halls.

Prosis looked up at the statue floating in the air, with a look of astonishment on his face. He found that this statue was different from the statue in the previous hall. There is a faint but extremely majestic aura of cold pride in the statue. For a moment, Prosis felt that this faint breath seemed to be under great pressure. For a moment, he had the urge to retreat!

The Star Sword Master clenched his fist slightly, and faint stardust began to float out from around his body. Only then did he resist the invisible pressure.

Prosis suddenly let out a sigh, and the stars around him were shining brightly, and he slowly walked towards the statue.

Although he couldn't see it, he already felt that there was a surging and terrifying force underneath the statue. This power was soaring, carrying a pure and powerful sacred aura, but it was so pervasive that even Prosis' soul felt burning pain. It feels like this extremely powerful force is like a large burning flame.

Prosis was frightened and happy at the same time. This power is powerful, pure, and mysterious, and just complements the fighting spirit of the stars. As long as he can unlock the mystery of this flaming power, his starry sky fighting spirit will enter a whole new realm!

With every step forward, Prosis would feel the pressure increase greatly, and this power was so overbearing that it even forcibly ablated the stardust surrounding his defense! He concentrated on resisting the erosion of the mysterious power while carefully exploring the secret of power.

At this moment, Rogge's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Dear Mr. Prosis, this is what I want you to see, the holy flame of heaven!"

Prosis was slightly startled, and suddenly found that the surrounding space had completely turned into a deep night sky at some point, and countless brilliant stars were slowly floating around him. He was startled at first, and then realized that these stars were not formed by his starry sky fighting energy. In fact, the defense formed by his starry sky fighting energy had disappeared without a trace!

At the moment when the Starry Sky Sword Master lost all his power, there was a sharp pain on his butt, and then a powerful force came from him. Prosis finally lost his restraint, screamed, and fell into the blazing holy flames of heaven!

At the moment of severe pain in his body, Prosis finally saw the true form of the heavenly flame.

It is a beautiful, mysterious, powerful and arrogant flame.

Then the whole world dimmed, and the extremely hot heavenly flame instantly melted his fragile eyes.

In the midst of darkness and pain, Rogge's cold voice came clearly to his ears: "There are some enemies that you cannot provoke, and I am one of them."

The Holy Flame of Heaven is like a waking monster. It roars and swallows the delicious prey in an instant, and then falls asleep with satisfaction.

Looking at the heavenly holy flame that had dropped a lot, Rogge also smiled with satisfaction. In his hand, the sapphire with endless stars was quietly exuding charming brilliance.

The fat man thought for a while, swallowed the sapphire in one gulp, and wanted to leave. But he took two steps and suddenly stopped again. He looked up at the statue for a long time before sighing heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and finally a look of relief appeared on his face.

He suddenly jumped up and moved forward strangely in the deep space. In an instant, he rushed to the statue, hugged her, and kissed her **** the cold lips!

The fat man succeeded in the attack and immediately flew far away, suddenly flashing out of the Twin Palace. He laughed triumphantly and walked away.

In the dark twin halls, the statue's face is as cold as before, except that the corners of its mouth are slightly curved, as if there is a smile.

In the holy and solemn Great Temple of Light, the fat man hummed a ditty all the way and walked lightly towards the Pope's prayer hall as if he didn't even move.

Augustus was standing outside the door of the prayer hall, waiting for Roger. Seeing the fat man looking so frivolous, the Blood Angel frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "Lord Rogge, as the Lord of the Holy Church, you should pay attention to some etiquette in this holy place."

Roger chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter! Anyway, I don't know whether I will die or live for a while, and there is a high possibility of being dead. Alas, I say, Mr. Augustus, don't be so stupid. Keep a face! No expression does not necessarily mean majesty! But having said that, the feel of your wings is really good!"

After saying that, the fat man patted Augustus on the shoulder very affectionately and strode into the Pope's prayer room.

Augustus's face turned green and white, and he stood there for a moment. Then he smiled bitterly and followed the fat man into the prayer room.

When the Pope saw the two people coming in, he slowly closed the light scripture in his hand, weakly walked to the bookshelf, and put the thick scripture back into its place with difficulty. Such a simple action made the old pope gasp for a long time.

After his breathing subsided, the Pope stretched out his hand, dipped a little fragrant dew into the Holy Grail next to the reading table, sprinkled it in front of him, and murmured: "In the glorious name of the Lord, those who believe in the Lord will be able to pass through. The ability to do without hindrance."

With such intermittent words, a small magic storm gathered in the prayer room in the blink of an eye, and then the space cracked, and a flickering space door appeared in the prayer room.

Through the space door, it is vaguely visible that there is a gorgeous space storm behind the door.

Such a simple and direct space door is actually equivalent to a death trap. Even a strong man from the Holy Realm would be torn into pieces immediately if he penetrated the space storm like this. Augustus and Fatty were both familiar with space storms, so this space gate was nothing to them. It's just that the pope, who was so fragile, took the first step, stepped into the space door in one step, and disappeared in the space storm in the blink of an eye!

Roger was slightly shocked, but when he saw Augustus stepping into the space door with a normal look on his face, he no longer hesitated and followed him into the space door.

Following the signs shining with holy light in the space storm, Rogge came out from the other end of the space door in the blink of an eye.

This is a strange hall. The ground and walls are translucent. Looking through them, you can see extremely profound darkness.

There is no sky and no earth.

The fat man raised his head and looked down, and all he saw was a vast expanse of unknown depth.

In the center of the main hall, there is a small circular altar, with a sacred fire burning on the altar. The holy fire danced erratically and was not very bright. But in this endless darkness, the main hall is like an isolated island, and this flame is the only lighthouse on the sea of ​​darkness.

Rogg looked around, and he finally felt in awe in front of this indescribably huge space.

The Pope walked slowly to the altar, slowly closed his eyes, and began to wait for a long time. On this isolated island in the dark sea, time seems to have stood still. But the Pope, with his endless patience, just stood and waited. Although it looked like he was shaking constantly and might fall over at any moment.

But time passed by no matter how much time passed. The Pope swayed back and forth, but he did not fall. Instead, Rogge, who had been watching him shake, felt dizzy and had to look away.

Finally, there was a faint thunderbolt between heaven and earth, and then an unimaginably huge electric light penetrated the entire sea of ​​darkness!

This electric light reaches up to the endless sky. It is unknown where it comes from. It reaches down to the vast abyss and ends there.

After the electric light passed, an invisible pressure quietly enveloped the sea of ​​darkness.

Augustus' complexion changed. The huge gap in rank caused him to completely lose control of his body and fell to his knees with a plop. With a swipe sound, he spread his wings behind him and greeted the coming superior in the most humble manner.

Roger's face was pale and his hands were shaking slightly. He fell to his knees with Augustus almost at the same time, but the fat man looked much more embarrassed than the Blood Angel.

The pope snorted dully, straightened his cassock, and slowly knelt down, making every move meticulously.

The holy flame on the altar is getting higher and brighter. In the blazing holy flames, many tall and majestic figures were faintly visible.

Then a loud chant resounded through the sea of ​​darkness, and the light of heaven spread across every corner of the space! Amidst the hymns and glory, two rows of battle angels with both strength and beauty came out. They held various strange weapons in their hands, and the armor on their bodies burned with a faint holy flame.

After all the battle angels stepped out of the holy flame, they drifted back to both sides with absolutely synchronized movements, and then bent their knees half-kneeling to welcome the coming noble existence.

After absolute silence, the chants sounded again, but this time the chants seemed very soft. A shining figure came to the beat of the hymn. Her long golden hair floated slowly, like a rising flame, and the two pairs of wings proudly fluttering behind her and a pair of golden light wings showed that she could overlook all living beings. The nobility!

The Pope knelt on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ and said slowly: "Welcome to you, the glorious Thirteenth Wise Angel, Lord Victoria."

Victoria walked in front of the Pope and said in a soft, melodious and irresistible voice: "Although this plane is insignificant, the glory of the Lord God is always difficult to spread. With the great Sethannitoria In the name of you, I, Victoria, this trip will spread light to every corner of the plane."

"As you wish, glorious Lady Victoria." The Pope replied slowly.

Victoria nodded, she curled her fingers lightly, and a few points of light fell from her fingertips on the Pope's body as a sign of approval.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "The glorious Thirteenth Wise Angel, the beautiful Lord Victoria, Lord Andreoli knew that you were coming, and left a gift for you. , and let me forward it to you."

The sound was so abrupt that it disrupted the rhythm of the hymn. In an instant, hundreds of battle angels turned their heads and stared at the fat man who suddenly spoke.

And he was so rude that he stood upright in front of Victoria!