Blasphemy: Day 6 Redemption (1)

Rogge and Hughes discussed for a long time, but they could not figure out who had such a wonderful ability to destroy the source of faith hidden in the deepest secrets of space.

Sius's method is completely different from that of this mysterious figure. If the source of faith is compared to a grassland that can nourish all things, then Hughes used his body and soul to construct a channel that drained away all the water and nutrients underneath the grassland, eventually drying up the entire grassland. And that mysterious figure spread the plague on the grassland. Although the plague did not expand very quickly, it was so vicious that no grass would grow wherever it passed. As long as time passed, the entire grassland would become a dead place, and there would be no more people. vitality.

The two foxes, old and young, were discussing back and forth. At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a clear voice came immediately: "Elder Hughes, who are you talking to? Why can’t I feel that there’s someone around you!”

With the words, Eiffel ran down from the second floor like a gust of wind. Her light blond hair was slightly curly, and most of her blond hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A few strands of witty hair were scattered around her forehead and temples, adding a little more maturity to this clear and watery elf. Eiffel was dressed in armor filled with crystal light, holding a crystal bow engraved with the statues of twelve great elf kings in her hand, and holding a lot of scattered magic materials in her other hand. She didn't know how to do this. How did she hold so many pieces of magic material in her hands?

Ephiel turned the corner of the stairs, her momentum suddenly stopped, her mouth opened wide, and she just stood there blankly for a while. With a crash, the magic material and the crystal bow slipped from her delicate hands and fell to the ground, but she didn't notice it and just stared at Rogge blankly.

Rogg also looked extremely surprised. Like Eiffel, he did not sense the presence of anyone on the second floor at all. This was simply unbelievable for Rogge now.

It was very quiet in the hall.

Xius stood up quietly and slipped out of the building silently. But as soon as he took two steps out, Eiffel blew hard from behind him like a hurricane, and collided heavily with Rogge!

Before Hughes could scream, a strong force came from behind and blew him out of the broken door. Behind Hughes, there were countless fragments of furniture, tables and chairs, and then the whole building shook. The outer walls came loose, the vines broke, and even the thick pillars began to crack. It was like a catastrophe.

Just as Hughes stood firm and smiled wryly and wanted to say something, he heard another soft buzzing sound, and the crystal light flashed in front of his eyes. The crystal bow in Eiffel's hand passed by him like lightning, and he was deeply touched. Submerged deeply into a huge boulder.

The roaring sound kept pouring out from the small building, and the small building kept swaying, like a sapling that kept moaning in the storm.

There was another roar, and the small building suddenly stopped strangely. In the blink of an eye, it had scattered into countless tiny fragments, falling one after another, suppressing the struggling Eiffel and Rogge underneath.

The originally exquisite small building has become a ruin, a completely motionless ruin.

The elves in the valley went their own way, continuing to carry out the hopeless magic ritual in an orderly manner, completely turning a blind eye to the earth-shattering battle in the corner of the valley.

Silently, a wisp of breeze blew from the small building. The breeze immediately turned into a terrifying tornado, carrying countless fragments soaring into the sky. This tornado is very different from ordinary tornadoes. It is hundreds of times more violent, but its delicate and gentle features are also beyond imagination.

Effier stood on a piece of green grass, just staring at the sky. There was still a slight flush of passion on her cheeks, and her messy hair was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to her softly curved forehead.

Where she stood, the grass was as green as felt, without any debris, and there was no trace of a two-story building that had ever existed here.

"He's gone already?" Hughes appeared behind Eiffel at some point and asked.

"Yes, he always has so many things to be busy with, even now." Effie said, with a hint of melancholy and sadness in her plain voice.

Xius looked at Eiffel's back, sighed, and said: "He can't help himself now, and there is not much time left for him to do anything."

Ephiel hummed, and with a casual move, the crystal bow flew out of the boulder and returned to her hand. She gently stroked the crystal bow made by herself, and said after a moment: "Elder Hughes, you just prepared to sacrifice yourself to destroy the source of faith in this plane. This is not like your style!"

Xius laughed and said: "This is very simple! In fact, my old man has a body outside his body, and there are countless clones. Although he is not like Sirlo, he has so many clones that he can claim to be the Lord of Billions, but there are more than a hundred clones. Yes. Destroying the source of faith in this plane will only consume one of my old man's clones at most, so what's the big deal? Hehe, even that kid Rogge knows how to try his best to leave more escape routes for himself, my old man How could it be possible to do such a stupid thing of sacrificing oneself and taking care of the entire plane?"

"Really?" Eiffel glanced at Hughes and suddenly said: "Of your tea sets, don't you only have one teacup left now?"

Xius didn't answer, just coughed twice, then found an excuse and left in a hurry.

At any time, troubles and pain seem to be the rights of a few wise people. The vast majority of people live their daily lives mechanically and repetitively. Day after day, year after year, they only care about a small area around them and how their life should continue tomorrow. They also have pain and troubles, and worry about things that are very important to them, but no matter how important these things may seem at the moment, if you look at them from the perspective of the entire plane, they will become very ridiculous. .

So wise people are not happy. Sometimes they are compassionate and sometimes cynical. They try hard to make the world wake up, but most of the time, they will only be regarded as crazy. In the eyes of these secular people, personal immediate interests are far more important and real than ethereal things such as the survival of the plane.

Rogge can also be said to be a wise man. He strolled through the streets of Lille, looking blankly at the people hurriedly passing by. There was an exciting and lively atmosphere in the city of Lille. Whether it was nobles or civilians, most of the talk was about the Civil War. In their view, the greatest war in the millennium was coming to an end. Now that the Grand Duke had personally led the army into the Asrofic Empire, the northern overlord was doomed to perish. In addition, the Dro Empire had been defeated and surrendered, so only the Austro-Hungarian Empire was left among the three major empires in the world. But now even an ordinary civilian knows that the Austro-Hungarian Empire was beaten to a pulp by Alexander in the war, and almost all of its main troops were wiped out. It could not be compared with the principality at its peak.

At this moment, there is only one overlord on the continent, the great Principality of Bavaria!

The nobles of the principality are concerned about the titles, power and wealth in the newly added vast territory, while the common people are immersed in the unique arrogance of the people of the victorious country and talk about other countries in a dismissive tone. The country's affairs are in trouble, and they have unrealistic illusions about how much wealth enslaving the territorial residents can bring them.

In Rogge's eyes, these people are like pigs that have been put on the firewood pile. They are about to become someone else's meal. However, they don't know it and are still talking about tomorrow's food meeting. How delicious it is.

Quietly, a trace of pity rose up in his heart, but then it disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Rogge's heart was as calm as ice again.

He does not care about the life and death of all living beings in the world. This is where he is different from the wise men, so he does not have the worries of the wise men.

Roger walked leisurely through the city of Lille like an ordinary person, and arrived in front of the Grand Duke's Palace in a blink of an eye. Different from the past, the Grand Duke's Mansion today seemed deserted, with the door closed and only a few listless soldiers standing in front of the door.

Rogg put his hands behind his back and walked forward. In one step, he appeared in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

The Grand Duke's Mansion was quiet, with some dust accumulated everywhere, and there were even a few spider webs under the eaves in the corners. Apparently it had been empty for more than a day.

Roger looked around the Grand Duke's Mansion. Something must have happened here to make the Grand Duke of Bavaria decide to abandon the Grand Duke's Palace.

Vaguely, Rogge had already guessed what happened here. Now occasionally, his eyes can not only see the future, but also the past. He walked towards the inner room, and there was a smell he was familiar with in Catherine's study.

Her study room was exactly the same as what Rogge remembered. It was extremely neat, and all the books and documents were arranged in an orderly manner. On the large purple sandalwood desk, there were piles of documents waiting to be processed. In one corner of the table was an inkstand, and a quill decorated with gold patterns. In the center of the desk, there is an open document. Under the document, there is a half-written review.

Words are like people.

The review was written in Goethe's calligraphy, which is common among aristocrats. There was great power in the perfection. Roger knew at a glance that this was Catherine's handwriting.

It seemed that the owner of the study had just left because of something urgent. It's just that dust has accumulated on the floor and desk, and the ink in the inkstand has completely dried up.

The time in the study seemed to be frozen in a moment a few days ago.

Roger stood at the door, his eyes scanning the entire study, and finally landed on the ground in the center of the room. There, lying quietly, was a dagger. The dagger was dull and covered with rust, as if it had experienced years of baptism.

Roger walked over, leaned over and picked up the dagger, gently stroking the blade that had been corroded by rust and was somewhat soft. He knew that just a few days ago, this dagger was still shining brightly, just like the dagger in Hughes' hand.

Although the soul blade is not well-known, it is an artifact with very unique functions. There are two Soul Blades, and they are identical in every aspect, which is another magical thing about it. With Rogge's current ability, he naturally knew that only a miracle would make it possible to create two identical things. The soul blade has the strange effect of absorbing and exploding souls. It was originally a supreme weapon used to deal with undead creatures, but in the hands of Hughes and Catherine, it naturally exerted a different effect.

At this moment, the soul blade in Rogge's hand has been completely destroyed.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the bits and pieces of information coming from the soul blade. Gradually, intermittent pictures were formed in his mind.

After a long time, Rogge sighed deeply and opened his eyes. His hands were empty, and the soul blade had turned into countless particles, dissipating in the breeze passing through the hall.

He turned and walked outside.

Not only the study, but the entire Grand Duke's Mansion was filled with unbearable desolation and loneliness. Even if he had a hard and cold heart, he would not want to stay here any longer.

Every time he takes a step forward, little bits and pieces about Catherine will appear in Rogge's mind. Almost all memories related to her are full of blood, hatred, conspiracy and cruelty. Roger ignored Catherine at first, but after Androni's death, the fat man hated this woman who did everything possible. But even after he betrayed his past and converted to Dismasson, he still couldn't do anything about this woman.

She killed her sister with her own hands, and also killed Androni and Roger's children. But she also gave birth to a child for Rogge, although Fatty never got to see him.

She is perfect and ruthless, wise and decisive. Fatty thought he already knew her quite well, but he didn't expect that she would be so strong at this last moment.

Why? pride?

Roger suddenly discovered that from beginning to end ~IndoMTL.com~ he had never really understood her. As a comparable opponent, he should know her very well.

Rogg smiled bitterly, perhaps because of this, he had never really been able to defeat her.

With a slight sigh, his figure gradually became blurred and disappeared from the Grand Duke's Mansion.

Dang Dang!

Roger hesitated for a while before knocking on the dark oak door in front of him.

"Come in." The Pope's feeble voice came from behind the door. It sounded like a bellows that had been used for decades, filled with the sound of air leakage.

Roger pushed open the oak door and walked into the Pope's prayer room, then immediately frowned slightly.

The Pope's prayer room is as usual, full of the smell of time, and everything seems fragile, as if the wind can turn them into powder if the wind is slightly stronger.

The only difference in the room was that there was one more person, someone Rogge didn't want to see.

The Archduke of Bavaria, Reinhardt.