Blasphemy: Day 6 Redemption (4)

Xius was startled, then couldn't help but smile, and said: "Back then, those great elf kings whose power was as powerful as the gods were not able to be freed from the Book of Heroes. I really didn't expect that you could actually This is how we broke through the cycle on page seven."

Aiffel squatted down and rummaged through the pile of magic materials at her feet while saying, "My strength was so weak at that time. It would only be a matter of time before I recovered from this deceptive book. But who wrote this book? Although I can feel the aura of the great Hilo from above, he will definitely not write a book like this. This is completely harmful to people!"

Xius was silent for a long time, then sighed and said slowly: "Ephiel, the Book of Hilo was indeed not written by Hilo, but the person who wrote this book was no less talented than Hilo. A great existence. He is one of the twelve main gods in heaven, the incarnation of Shilo, the billionaire who is responsible for lies and deceit. The Lord of Billions did not write this book for us ordinary people to see. The Book of Shilo, As the name suggests, it was specially prepared for the great Hero, and it recorded all the mysteries of all planes. At least, those were all the mysteries that the twelve main gods of the heaven could master at that time. If the Book of Hero is said to be an endless sea, then The information that our mortal eyes can read is just a small drop of water. However, this knowledge alone was enough to increase the power of the great elf kings at that time, thus creating the miraculous elf empire. At that time, Many of his creations are miraculous in today’s eyes!”

Ephiel said oh, she had already picked out a lot of magic materials and piled them randomly on the red crystal table. This straightforward and elegant elf is good at everything, but he likes to throw things around and is not at all as neat as other elves. Eiffel wiped the sweat from her forehead and then asked: "So, isn't this billionaire helping Shiloh?"

Xius smiled bitterly and said: "In a sense, it is indeed like this. The first six pages of the Book of Hero are all about the secrets of the gods. If you can read six pages, even if Without a godhead, its power will not be inferior to that of the newly born gods. The last page of the Book of Hero is the essence of the book. What is recorded in it is the Lord God's understanding of the space plane, which is completely unimaginable to us. The power. Being able to read the last page, the power they get in an instant is enough to exceed their original understanding. And the stronger the power of the body, the more power they will get, and the more they will think that everything is in their own hands. Within their control. The more they use this power, the more power they will draw from the Book of Hero, and the power of the body will be stronger. This cycle repeats, never-ending."

At this time, a piece of blue crystal kept deforming in Effier's hands, and finally formed a small crystal hammer. She waved her small hammer, took a piece of flaming arcana, and hammered out a piece of shoulder armor in a few strokes. She took the shoulder armor and looked left and right. She was obviously very satisfied, so she threw it aside.

Ephiel seemed very tired. She stretched her body, looked at Hughes, and said: "Then why did you give him the Book of Hilo to read? The real power he had at that time was not low. Ah, aren't you afraid that like those great elf kings, he will also enter the death cycle of power and never be able to extricate himself?"

Xius smiled and said: "He is different. In the era of the Elf Empire, the heavens did not pay attention to this plane. Shiloh was still able to frequently show miracles, and would always give gifts before major disasters. The elves had enough oracles and instructions to guide the elves to avoid disaster. And when the great elf kings began to read the Book of Hero, their own power was already extremely powerful. So at that time, the great elf kings could not find enough There is no way for him to wake up from the Book of Shiloh if he can match his opponents. But Rogge is different. He has to face the gods outside the plane. Even if he has read the seventh page and his power has been improved, he will not He is the opponent of the gods. So he will soon understand that everything is not under his control. It's just that he needs to suffer some hardships in the process."

The crystal hammer in Eiffel's hand rose and fell. In the blink of an eye, the parts of a set of armor were nearly completed. She looked at the results of her work with satisfaction, and then asked Hughes: "But the Book of Hilo Isn’t it what we saw? How could it deceive the great Hilo?"

Having said this, Hughes turned his hand and found a teacup in his hand. He drank it all in one gulp out of habit, and then he realized that there was only water in it, not tea.

He smiled bitterly and said: "The power of the gods is not something we can imagine. Hilo can read the Book of Hilo through the eyes of his believers. We can only see a drop of water, while Hilo You can see the entire sea! Although his divine power is vast, he cannot resist the impact of all the knowledge of the twelve main gods in the heaven. Therefore, Hilo's power began to rise. After showing unprecedented miracles, Hilo disappeared. It was also from then on From then on, the Elf Empire began to gradually decline."

"Oh, then Hilo was destroyed?"

"No, Shiloh is immortal. I have thought about it for hundreds of years and feel that the reason for his disappearance should be that he was unable to control too terrifying power, so he was trapped and locked in a special plane where time was close to standing still. , only there will his power stop growing."

Speaking of this, Hughes sighed and said seriously: "Power must match wisdom. Power beyond the control of wisdom will always be a disaster, and even Hilo is no exception."

"But..." Eiffel asked while tapping the last part of the armor: "Are the real powers recorded in the Book of Hilo? Didn't you just say that Sirlo is a lie and Cheating?"

This time, Hughes gave a truly helpless smile and said, "Because the biggest lie is the truth!"

Efi'er thought about it seriously this time, then shook her head quickly, as if to shake some poisonous thoughts out of her mind, and then said: "I don't understand."

Xius smiled and said: "Just listen to this, there is no need to understand it. I have been idle for hundreds of years, and now I always think of useless things. Hey, Eiffel, What are you doing?"

At this time, Eiffel had already made the parts of a complete set of armor, picked up a large strip of frost silver, and began to hammer it. After a few hammer blows, the prototype of a long bow began to appear.

"I'm building myself a set of equipment that fits my hand! Otherwise, what will I use to fight on Judgment Day?"

"Judgment Day?" Hughes frowned and said, "If Judgment Day really comes, then this war is hopeless, with or without you. Why don't you leave this plane? Eiffel, with your current ability, it is not impossible to find a new plane of existence."

Effie's forehead was covered with large crystal beads of sweat. She put down her work, pulled up her long pale golden hair, tied it into a ponytail behind her head, and then stared at Hughes. , said calmly: "Can't you do something without hope? Isn't the ceremony you are holding now also without hope at all?"

Xius chuckled and said, "That's true."

Aifeier worked hard again. She suddenly sighed softly, and there was a hint of sadness in the voice of this elf girl who had always been cheerful and optimistic and had never known melancholy: "He can't leave anyway, so what's the point of leaving alone?"

The scenery in the secret realm is endless. Although it is beautiful here, if you see it too much, you will gradually become tired.

Without looking out the window, Augustus knew that the sunset must be as red as blood. The evening view in the secret place is perfect. You can't see such a pure and beautiful sunset anywhere in the mainland. However, any changes in this sunset scene have already been stored in Augustus's heart. He even knew that in a while, a very bright yellow would pass through the sky, and the clouds in the sky would stretch into thin gauze. , and then under the sun, the theme composed of purple, red and yellow kept changing. Tomorrow morning, there will be light clouds in the sky. When the sun rises, the wind will wash away the clouds, giving the secret realm a clear and blue sky.

Augustus's breathing became a little heavier. In an instant, he felt that he was almost crazy! This endless repetition turns out to be such a terrible punishment! He deeply missed those days of fighting on the mainland. The continent is incomplete, and nowhere can the scenery be more magnificent than the secret realm.

However, the mainland is even more unknown.

Augustus could watch the sunset and moonrise with anticipation, watch the wind blow through the trees, but he could not predict the changes at the next moment. For the Blood Angels, every unknown change is so exciting.

Exactly as I remembered, a breathtakingly beautiful bright yellow flashed past the window. But such beautiful scenery, in Augustus's eyes, was just like a spark, enough to ignite all the anger in his heart.

Augustus' fist clenched unconsciously.

"Augustus, your heart is restless, and this is not a good thing."

The voice was old, weak, and intermittent, but to the Blood Angel's ears, it was like a thunder! In front of this thunder, the world was completely silent, so silent that there was no sound!

The Blood Angel was horrified, and he hurriedly suppressed the turbulent annoyance in his heart, and said respectfully: "I don't know what's going on. I have lost all my patience recently, and it is becoming more and more unbearable to repeat endless repetitions. But don’t worry, I will overcome the emotional fluctuations. This body has been conquered by me long ago and will not cause any trouble to me in the future.”

The sunset fell softly on the Pope through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows. He was almost half-lying in the high-backed chair, looking languid. At this moment, it seems that this old man who almost holds the highest authority in the entire continent is no different from the old people in the southern seaside towns who sit in front of their homes in the evening and quietly enjoy the sunset.

They are like this twilight, waiting for the arrival of the night peacefully and peacefully.

"Beautiful things are still beautiful no matter how many times they are repeated. Augustus, your irritability is not because of your body, but because of changes in your mind."

In the deepest part of Augustus's soul, a chill slowly spread, it was bone-chilling! His voice was still calm and he said: "Dear Your Majesty the Pope, I don't understand what you mean."

The Pope moved his body. Even such a simple movement made him breathe heavily, so his words were a little sporadic: "Augustus, from the day you were reincarnated in this plane, Your fate is already determined. The difference is just sooner or later."

Augustus said respectfully: "Yes. Whether we are reincarnated or descended, our bodies are all marked with traces of this plane. Therefore, when the Day of Judgment comes, we will also be washed away. Restore the original energy and return to the glory of heaven. Angels are servants of the gods. This is our destiny and our glory."

"Glory..." The Pope sighed lowly and said slowly: "Every existence has a different understanding of glory. It seems that your belief in glory is changing!"

This time Augustus remained silent. There was a slight tremor on his fingertips, which was completely unimaginable to the extremely powerful Blood Angel. However, the waves in his heart were too fierce and had already shattered all his defenses. How could he care about controlling his external body?

What to do?

Augustus asked himself repeatedly, and in his heart, the questions soon turned into shouts!

Do you want to do it?

He was asking himself again.

But the answer is very obvious. The pope who can freely use the great prophecy is the incarnation of the Lord God in the world. The brilliance of angels comes from the gods. Once Augustus takes action, the pope who seems likely to sleep at any time may be able to strip away all the brilliance from him with a little thought.

Just like Ofiloch back then.

A sudden weakness surged in Augustus's heart. He slumpedly loosened the hand he had unconsciously clenched and said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty. My doubts, annoyance and even fear are all Because my concept of glory may have changed. I know that I am turning my back on the gods. Please punish me. I am willing to return to heaven."

The Pope smiled, and the laughter triggered another violent cough. After the wheezing subsided slightly, he said: "Punishment? Judgment Day is coming. Punishment or reward, that is the right of the gods. What we can do , just choice and waiting. Augustus, choice is the right and courage. You go, we don’t need to do anything else now. You just have some time, you can think about it by yourself."

Augustus agreed solemnly, turned and left the pope's prayer room. The moment he opened the door, his hand paused.

Augustus suddenly discovered that thinking was the least he had done since he came to this plane.

The door opened.

It was not pulled apart by Augustus, it opened by itself. What appeared behind the door was Roger.

At this moment, Augustus and Rogge looked at each other. It's just that the two of them were indifferent to each other's existence. They passed each other without greeting or even saying hello.

Those who are inside the door go out, and those who are outside the door come in.

The prayer room door is closed. Augustus was the only one left in the deep corridor, and the sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the empty Great Temple of Light. At this moment, Augustus suddenly had an illusion, as if there was only one person left in the whole world. he himself.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Blood Angel's heart, which was loneliness and hesitation. At this time, he remembered the calmness, determination and persistence he saw in Rogge's eyes when he just met him.

That's something he doesn't have.

The Blood Angel quickened his pace and quickly left this unbearable corridor.

The entire prayer room was illuminated by the sunset. Rogge stood beside the Pope, and the old man and the young man just watched the sunset quietly, until half a red sun quietly sank into the distant mountains.

The Pope stared at the last twilight on the horizon and asked slowly: "Did you just give up on her salvation?"

Roger said: "Compared with the redemption in heaven, I think this ending is more suitable for her."

"But this opportunity is very rare! You destroyed the mission of the Lord of War Setannistoria in the demon world, in exchange for a chance for Isaac's redemption. The price of this, I think You must know very well. Wouldn’t it be a pity to just give up like this?”

Rogg said calmly: "Of course I know the price. With this action, I have actually betrayed the heavens and the glory of Setannistoria, so I will definitely be destroyed. And I have the radiance given to me by Dismassen himself. No matter where I escape, I can't escape the pursuit of heaven. But as long as I can remove the shackles from her body, I think it's worth the price."

The afterglow gradually faded ~IndoMTL.com~ and the prayer room became dim.

For a long time, the Pope in the darkness broke the silence in the prayer room and said: "Roger, you have indeed betrayed the glory of heaven and committed a great sin. But it is not irreversible. Your piety will be destroyed. The Lord knows very well. If you can have the help of Isaac, the Lord of Redeemer, then your sins can be washed away and you can still be saved."

Roger was silent for a while and then said: "No need."

"This is your last chance."

Roger smiled and said: "I know. But I also know that she is very proud, and she must not want to see me existing under the glory of heaven. Although she can't come back now, she originally wanted to Whatever she does, I will do it for her."

After saying that, Rogge turned and walked towards the prayer room.

"Where are you going?"

"Chichinaco Mountains."

In the darkness, the Pope slowly turned his head, looked at the quietly closed door, sighed heavily, and said to himself: "This child is becoming more and more like Rodriguez..."