Blasphemy: Day 6 Redemption (8)

Roger was thinking while flying carelessly in the clouds. Go do your own thing? The question is, what else does he have to do now, except find a way out for the most important people around him. But how easy is it to escape the final judgment? Fengyue has already completed the entire process of becoming a god. If there is no big accident, she will exist until the end of this plane. It was precisely because of this that Rogge allowed her to exile into the turbulence of space with confidence. But looking at the entire plane, how many people can survive in the storm between planes?

Roger kept counting, but there were no more than ten.

The fat man sighed slightly, feeling sad. He already had too many worries at this moment. Not to mention other things, it is impossible for the little fairy Froya to escape from this plane. That means that when the Day of Judgment comes, it will be her end. The showdown with Heaven initiated by Rogge was actually equivalent to pushing her into destruction.

He knew that, in a sense, the Archduke of Bavaria was right.

Roger flew very high, the wind blew past his face, and it was as sharp as a knife.

He sighed and pushed all thoughts out of his mind. Light flashed slightly around him and he accelerated towards the distance. At this moment, with a thought in his mind, his speed was as fast as lightning. But as soon as the fat man speeded up, Ichika was in front of him, and suddenly there was another person.

The fat man was pitying himself and hurting himself, and he was rushing forward. This man appeared again without any warning, and by the time he was discovered, it was too late to dodge. That person didn't expect that Rogge would be unable to control his momentum. As a result, he was caught off guard and the two of them collided violently!

Rogg's instant sprint speed was extremely fast. At this speed, even two solid rocks would be smashed into pieces. He didn't have time to think about it, but at the moment of impact, his mental strength had already increased, and his whole body was instantly stronger than fine steel.

The fat man secretly had a plan in mind, thinking that no matter who was on the other side, he would have to suffer a lot in this collision.

The fat man, carrying countless afterimages, silently collided with the man.

A circle of invisible shock waves spread in all directions, hundreds of floating electric **** suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and several wandering black space crack streamers streaked across the sky.

The man stood frozen in the air, motionless.

The fat man felt golden light coming out of his eyes and a constant roar in his ears, as if he had hit a mountain while running at full speed. No, this result is much worse than crashing into a mountain. If the opposite side is really a mountain, then the fat man will crash directly into it, and maybe he can get out from the other end, but he will be bounced back without any room for resistance like now. .

Roger groaned, and after rolling nearly a kilometer, he finally stabilized his body. He was at a disadvantage because he was unable to react in time and did not use his true power at all. However, the opponent's reaction time was not much longer than his, but he had amassed a power that far exceeded Fatty's. This led to such a disparity in the outcome of this collision.

The fat man opened his eyes angrily and looked into the sky. Black light began to glow on his left hand.

The fat man is really unwilling. Before he finished reading the Book of Hilo, if he fought seriously, there would be few things in the entire plane that could make him flinch. Now he successfully jumped out of the seventh page of the Book of Hilo and looked at the entire plane. Apart from those old and mature guys, what else does he have to fear?

The moment he raised his head, Fatty had already seen the man's appearance clearly. This time, he remained silent. In a flash, he rushed to the man and hugged him with open arms.

With a swipe sound, a pair of golden wings spread out from behind the figure, holding Rogge's hands. Then the slender hand stretched out with lightning, and easily grabbed Rogge's throat.

Roger felt as if there was an iron hoop on his throat, strangling him completely and suffocating him. He smiled with difficulty and said: "Wella, I haven't seen you for such a long time, but your way of greeting is still so warm!"

Weina's face turned slightly red, she let go of her hand, and said forcefully: "Ah, this... you can't blame me! It's you who are so useless. I haven't seen you for so long, how can you still regain your strength?" Not much growth?"

Roger smiled and said: "No matter how strong I am, I can't be stronger than the gods in heaven, so why do I need strength? Where have you been hiding during this time? I can't sense your existence at all. I haven’t seen you for so long, and you seem to be a different person. Let me see what’s different... Well, your power has grown again, and now you are simply perfect! This face is also more lethal, tsk tsk , even your figure is getting better and better. Have you specially modified your body? I have to say that this is indeed a very good practice, or I can give you some advice..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, Wella's hand covered him back. She scolded in a fit of laughter and tears: "Damn fat man, have you encountered something bad recently? You started talking nonsense again."

Roger chuckled, took Wella's hand, took it off his mouth, and said: "What good things can be said now? It's just that I figured out some things, so I feel a lot more relaxed."

Weina nodded and suddenly fell silent.

Roger held her hand with no intention of letting go. But Wella just let him hold her, which surprised Rogge and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

The two fell into silence. In the end, it was Wella who took the lead to break the silence: "Damn fat man, don't ask anything, just stay with me for a while."

Roger nodded silently.

With a slight movement of her hand, Wella took Rogge's hand in turn and pulled him to fly away.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had slowly landed on the top of a dangerous peak.

The peak is extremely high and dangerous, with only a few thin and tall ancient pines growing stubbornly among the mountain wind and rocks.

It’s dusk again.

They sat on the top of the peak, looking at the setting sun, and Ren Yunxia coated them with a slightly fiery gold.

"Little Roger..." Wella said softly.

"Huh?"

"I'm very tired and want to take a nap. Let me lend you a shoulder."

Before Rogge could answer, she leaned against Rogge gently and fell into a deep sleep. The wind picked up some strands of her blond hair and gently brushed Rogge's face.

The setting sun is warm and cozy.

Roger held her soft body in his arms, feeling the faint body fragrance, feeling peaceful and happy in his heart, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, Rogge regained consciousness. He looked around and found that the surrounding fields were vast, with no edges visible up, down, left, and right.

This is an extremely vast plane. Rogge instinctively felt that perhaps based on the size of the space alone, this place was enough to hold hundreds of millions of his own planes. And this plane is very special, its stability and solidity have exceeded Rogge's imagination. As far as Rogge knows, there is no existence and no force that can destroy the spatial structure here. In his own plane, he can easily tear apart the space barrier and penetrate into the turbulent flow of space. But if he tried to do this here, he would be like a fly trying to break through the wall. No matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain.

Fat Man had a vague intuition that such a magical plane was not naturally generated, but a man-made product.

What kind of existence can create such a solid plane?

In the face of such a miracle, Rogge finally felt that he should be humble.

When Luo Geshang was immersed in emotion and shock, he felt a light shining on him. He turned around and looked, only to find that a blazing sun was rising in the distance! Although the distance was unknown, the blazing light had already burned Rogge's skin.

That is not the sun, that is the light of the Lord God!

Roger's heart almost stopped beating. He covered his eyes with his hands, blocking the light that could blind his eyes, and slowly backed away.

At this moment, Rogge felt a burning pain on the back of his neck!

He turned around like a whirlwind, stunned.

Behind him, another round of divine glory rose!

This round of divine glory is neither the first nor the last.

After it, rounds of divine lights lit up one after another. In the blink of an eye, a total of twelve rounds of divine lights appeared in the sky at the same time.

Roger's eyes were closed tightly, but he still couldn't block the extremely intense light. The entire plane was filled with indescribable intense light. This light was so intense that Rogge felt that with every breath he took, he was breathing in light and breathing out fire!

He felt that he should have been burning in the light long ago, but for some reason, despite the extreme burning pain in his body, he still existed.

At this moment, the radiance that filled the entire plane suddenly dimmed, and the twelve rounds of divine radiance that were originally unable to be looked at turned into a soft light at this moment. This is not because they are dimming, but because there is an indescribably powerful light shining in the sky.

Rogg raised his head to the sky, staring at the unimaginable but not dazzling light.

That is the purest light.

It filled the entire sky, filling every corner of the plane, and wiped away the pain from Rogge's body.

In the light that filled everything, a message was sent down freely, and the content naturally appeared in Rogge's heart.

"In accordance with the ten thousand year agreement, we make the following ruling."

Rogg knew that this message also sounded in the twelve rounds of holy glory. But he didn't understand why he knew this.

At this moment, he had just recovered from the shock, and he could already tell that there were many familiar auras in the twelve rounds of holy glory. Among them are Dismasson, the lord of destruction, whom he serves, and Isaac, the lord of redemption. Rogge once interrogated Victoria carefully and remembered the aura of Setanistoria, the Lord of War, from her. But the light hiding in the farthest place and the most erratic was actually the main **** that impressed Rogge the most, and that was Erluo, the billionaire chairman.

Before Rogge had time to think about what the ten-thousand-year agreement was and what the so-called ruling was, he felt the entire plane tremble, and then the brilliance of Dismasson, the Lord of Destruction, expanded rapidly and became extremely dazzling. And the radiance of Isaac, the Lord of Redeemer, is also expanding, and the radiance of the Lord of Billions fluctuates, as if something has changed, but also as if nothing has happened.

The other divine radiances are bright and dark.

Before Rogge could recover from the shock, he saw a round of divine light suddenly dimming, turning into a burning fireball, roaring downwards and falling.

Roger's heart beat crazily, because even though he had never had any contact, he still sensed a bit of the same aura as Wella from this divine radiance. Could it be that he is Tiratmis who single-handedly created the angels of light? Why did he fall?

Rogg felt out of breath and his chest was so clogged that he wanted to cry but couldn't make any sound. The fat man felt very strange. He and Tiratmis were not related to each other, so from any point of view, there was no reason to feel sad for this main god. So where does this unbearable pain come from?

The burning Tiratmis continued to fall downwards. At the very bottom, he finally broke through the invisible edge of space like a huge meteorite, causing ripples.

At this moment, through the ripples of space, Rogge glimpsed the other side of heaven.

There is also an extremely vast space, with countless wings flickering in and out of the flowing light. Those are angels. They were arranged neatly, with their eyes closed, as if they were sleeping.

It’s not surprising to see angels, even if these are angels above the intermediate level. The problem is, there are just too many of them.

With just a glimpse, Roger saw more than thousands of angels? !

At this moment, Rogge's body suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand and could no longer float in the air, falling straight towards the countless angels below. Almost at the same moment, all the angels opened their eyes, and tens of thousands of mechanical and cold eyes fell on him at the same time!

"Ah!"

Roger yelled and sat up suddenly, only to realize that it was just a dream. He panted, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. Wei Na sighed softly and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Rogg took a breath and calmed down, looked at Wella, and said: "Those just now were not dreams...were you showing them to me?"

Weina smiled lightly and said: "Yes, that is my memory in heaven. So..."

Her jade-white hands suddenly bloomed with a faint golden light. These lights were not very powerful, but they were very wonderful, enough to put the strong men of the plane into deep sleep. With a flick of her slender hand, Wella had already slapped Rogge on the forehead.

It’s just that what Wella wants to do~IndoMTL.com~ often ends up unexpectedly with Rogge, and this time is no exception. She hit Rogge firmly on the forehead, but she never expected that it would be herself who was filled with endless sleepiness!

Before falling into the deepest sleep, what Wella saw was Rogge's familiar smile, which contained both pride and concern. Falling asleep with such a smile, she suddenly felt very safe.

Rogg supported her limp body and continued with a smile: "...So there is absolutely no hope in this war. You want to put me into the turbulence of space, and stay here to face the world. Is God’s judgment like this? It’s just that it’s not me who should be sleeping in the turbulence of space, but you. Haha, even if you couldn’t outwit me back then, let alone now. Courage is the key to repeated defeats and battles. It's commendable, but it doesn't apply to all times! You are already tired, so just go to sleep..."

Roger picked up Wella and walked step by step towards the **** sunset on an invisible staircase.

The setting clouds are like gauze, and the mountain wind is biting.

The setting sun here is not the setting sun that never sets in the secret realm. Soon, it will sink into the mountains.

When there is evening, there is morning.