Blasphemy: （1）

The twelve statues of purgatory angels correspond to the twelve main gods of heaven. When the twelve angel statues gather together, it is when the gate of heaven stands on the clouds of this plane.

This is what the Pope said to Rogge.

Roger stood high above the clouds, staring at the faint ripples in space that had not yet dissipated, feeling a lingering sadness in his heart. Just now, he sent Weina, who had fallen into the deepest sleep, into the space turbulence, just like he did to Feng Yue.

They were also born from the origin of God, and they also almost lost themselves in this plane. From the initial life-and-death struggle to the later joining hands to defend the enemy, they not only sacrificed their lives for each other to fight the enemy, but also participated in all aspects at all times. Infighting.

It’s just that at this moment, all the past events have faded away with the wind. I wonder if hundreds of millions of years later, in their endless drifting, they will pass each other for a moment.

The sun sets and the moon rises.

After standing in the air for an unknown amount of time, Rogge finally sighed and turned around slowly. Patches of white frost had condensed on the corners of his hair and shirt.

It’s not that he has nothing to do now, but he has too many things to do. Now there is only one statue of the Angel of Purgatory left to gather together, although it is only a matter of time before the statues gather together. Moreover, there are already eleven statues standing in the hall. The power of the gods of heaven is infinite. If they continue to pay attention to this plane, perhaps twelve statues of purgatory angels are not needed to build the gate of heaven.

But no matter what, it is always good to have the Angel of Purgatory ready a day late.

Roger's eyes scanned the entire land. He knew that the Pope's power was in jeopardy at this moment, and a new statue of the Angel of Purgatory might be made at any time. Although Fatty always seemed to have good luck, he never believed in luck.

Instead of believing that the Church of Light will still be under the control of the Pope and new statues will not appear, it is better to completely eliminate the possibility of making new statues. Rogge now knows that only those who have reached the peak of power in a certain aspect can become the original statue of the Angel of Purgatory.

Fat Man thought about the whole continent, and found that there were really only a few people who were qualified to become the original angel statues of Purgatory. Originally, there were still a few powerful beings on the mainland who could barely be used, but many of them had fallen under the butcher's knife of Rogge and the Church of Light. Rogge suddenly remembered that maybe the Pope had this in mind when he assigned him this task. It's just that no matter whether the old man in a high position is full of divine power or is no different from an ordinary old man in his old age, what appears in Rogge's eyes is darkness, a darkness that does not reveal any information.

Roger no longer thought about this question, he knew there was no answer.

He once again scanned the ground beneath Zhou Zhou's feet, trying to detect the aura of a powerful existence, but found nothing. Now Rogge knew that besides himself, there was also the Grand Duke of Bavaria who could serve as the original existence of the Purgatory Angel statue. As for Xiao Fengyue and Naifei, they are not perfect yet. The most important thing is that there is too little aura of this plane in them, so they are not suitable as the original statue of the Angel of Purgatory.

However, after we said goodbye that day, the Archduke of Bavaria disappeared as if he suddenly evaporated, leaving Rogge unable to sense his breath at all. Rogge had always had some hidden worries in his heart, wondering if the Grand Guild was secretly engaging in some conspiracy. But then he thought about it, sooner or later he would have to fight against the heavens anyway, so what does it matter if it was sooner or later?

As soon as he thought of this, Rogge put the matter aside, turned around and flew away into the distance.

The sound of tinkling could be heard from time to time on the top floor of the church.

Xiao Fengyue held her chin with both hands and looked at Rogge who was busy attentively.

Rogg was sweating profusely, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and was hammering a battle ax with a strong magical aura. Just from the radiant magical brilliance of the battle ax, it can be known that it is definitely extraordinary, and may even be close to an artifact. However, the lusterless sledgehammer in Rogge's hand seemed to be a top-grade artifact. He knocked the battle ax into a steel bar in a few clicks.

It's not just a tomahawk that's unlucky. At this moment, there are a lot of various weapons and magic props piled at Rogge's feet, and the magic radiance blooms, making the large room as bright as day. These equipments have been collected by the Church of Light for hundreds of years. If any one of them were leaked, it would be enough to cause a sensation. But at this moment, they were scattered all over the place like the cheapest weapons and armor, waiting to fall into the fat claws of Rogge who seemed to have no idea of ​​their value.

The percussion sound of Ding Ding Dang is crisp and soft, which is very pleasant to the ear. There will also be bursts of chorus from time to time. The beauty of the sound can fully demonstrate the value of these equipments.

Pieces of precious and powerful magic equipment turned into long strips in Rogge's hands. They are of varying lengths and thicknesses, and are as ugly as they are. Not only do they change shape, but their magical properties change completely. No matter what the original material of these equipment is, it will become as soft as bread under Fatty's hands, and will be hammered into shape in a short time. As more and more strips are placed on the ground, there will always be magical fluctuations between them.

During this process, Fatty seemed to be having a hard time, and he had to stop and take a breath after every few pieces. After a while, he was sweating profusely.

Feng Yue saw her, her lips opened slightly, and she blew out a wisp of wind that seemed to have disappeared. There was a slight chill in the wind, flying around Rogge and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The fat man smiled at Xiao Fengyue, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his expression immediately stiffened. A layer of gray quickly climbed onto his face, and then, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Yue let out a soft sigh and immediately turned her eyes elsewhere. She was too powerful and used to destruction. It was the first time in her life that she blew such a gentle wind. As a result, she accidentally turned Roufeng into Gangfeng, and its lethality was not so strong. Even the fat man was frozen and temporarily unable to move. If it had been an ordinary strong person, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

The fat man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His whole body trembled, and he shook off all the frost on his body. He waved the hammer and continued working. He grabbed it casually and found another long sword in his hand.

The long sword is completely dark blue, like the deepest and most tranquil night sky, and dots of deadly and beautiful stardust will float out from the blade from time to time.

The fat man wordlessly raised the blue starry sky in front of him, staring at the azure sword edge full of memories and temptations. The jumping starlight reflected his face in and out, just like the ups and downs of his heart.

The beauty who once held the sword quietly appeared in his heart again. She is handsome, charming, and ruthless, but she still has innocent and kind thoughts in her heart. She acted like a man and tried to find a place with her own strength in the world of machinations that only belonged to men. However, she was proud, arrogant and simple, and she was doomed to failure. She dares to love and hate, and she does whatever it takes to get what she wants. How can she explain her relationship with Fengyue, Froya and him clearly?

The sword is still there, but the man has gone.

Rogg sighed secretly, raised his hammer and dropped it. In the blink of an eye, this artifact, which was famous for its beauty and power in the mainland, no longer existed. Now that the man is gone, what use is the sword?

Feng Yue sat across from him quietly. She was completely unaware of the ups and downs in Rogge's heart at this moment.

"Where's Naifei?" Rogge asked while busy.

"She said she could help you with other things and avoid the war that was doomed to death. So she found a place to hide herself." Fengyue said.

The fat man felt slightly surprised, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "What a smart boy." After that, he started working hard again.

Not long after, Fatty had turned all the weapons and equipment into thin sticks of different lengths. When the last one was completed, these extremely rough and ugly thin sticks suddenly glowed with a hazy magical light and made a subtle roar. A wave of magic fluctuations continued to reverberate in them and strengthened repeatedly. Eventually, every fluctuation of the magic light and shadow would cause the entire room to shake.

There was a solemn look on Feng Yue's face. These magic fluctuations echoed each other and combined the power of so many artifacts into one, making her instinctively feel a little afraid.

The fat man kept moving, and in a blink of an eye, he used these thin sticks to build an iron cage.

The cage is not big. After all, although the Church of Light has a rich collection, the equipment is actually not much in terms of volume, so the cage cannot be built big at all.

After Roger hammered the last hammer, he smiled and looked at his work with great satisfaction. It's just that he waited expectantly for a long time, and he didn't wait for Xiao Fengyue's praise. After all, she barely spoke.

The fat man couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, so he simply boasted: "Look at this cage! All the forces in the world are integrated into one, circulating with each other, and there is no leakage! I'm not bragging. Once the door of this cage is closed, the inside and outside are completely two places. Not only can it block any attacks from both inside and outside, but time inside the cage is almost static! What kind of artifact can do this? Hehe, I am enough to be famous throughout the ages just by relying on this cage. If you sell it on the Hammer of the God of War, what price should you put on it? Well, you have to exchange it for a big empire! But it looks a bit rough... No, this is called rough!"

The fat man walked around the cage a few times and boasted for a long time. Suddenly he remembered that he had not left his name on such a great work. He immediately picked up a small chisel and carved his name crookedly. Fatty's calligraphy was never worthy of compliments. Even after reading the Book of Hero and understanding the secrets of many planes, it would not help him improve his calligraphy.

As soon as his name was mentioned, all the magic aura immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Come on, come over and see if you can find out what's unique about this cage." Rogge proudly said to Xiao Fengyue.

Feng Yue slowly stood up, flew to the cage, and looked at it carefully for a long time. Apart from the things Rogge boasted about just now, she really couldn't find anything else unique about him. She opened the cage door again and looked inside. Her silver eyes had clearly seen that there were two completely different worlds inside and outside the cage. Perhaps because the cage door was open, the flow of time inside and outside was almost completely synchronized, but it could still be seen that the time in the world inside the cage was slightly slower. a little. But this fat man said it just now.

Xiao Fengyue turned around and looked at Rogge with some confusion.

At this moment, she has fully grown up. Apart from her facial expression, her figure and appearance are exactly the same as Feng Yue. After all, this is Feng Yue's true form. As she grew up, she became more and more cold and calm, and her demeanor gradually became consistent with Fengyue.

Roger sighed secretly, but with a malicious smile on his face: "Don't you think the size of this cage is just right for you?"

Xiao Fengyue was taken aback. Before she could react, Roger slapped her **** the butt. She instinctively exclaimed, her figure flickered and moved forward one meter in an instant.

Bang!

The cage door slammed shut.

This was when Xiao Fengyue was really shocked. She tried to break out of the cage, but the world inside the cage was self-contained, with various forces complementing each other and no flaws. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break the invisible barrier and touch it. To the steel bars of the cage.

After several attempts, she could only look at Rogge and want to ask why she was locked up here. But Rogge's movements became faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye they turned into ever-changing light, shadow and color blocks. Not only Rogge, but also everything outside the cage is like this. And all the sounds became a monotonous and meaningless scream.

She knew that this was not because Rogge had become faster, but because time in the cage was flowing slower and slower. Xiao Fengyue quickly increased her strength before she could barely keep up with the rhythm of the world outside the cage.

The fat man stood outside the cage, looking at Little Fengyue who was standing still in the cage, and sighed softly, saying: "Even if the plane is destroyed, this cage will not be broken. Although you can't hear me now. The voice is gone, but... this is not your war, stay here well."

He gave the still Xiao Fengyue one last look, shook his head, said nothing, just patted the cage ~IndoMTL.com~ and turned around to go to the outside world.

Quiet.

Sudden silence!

In absolute silence, the entire room lit up quietly.

Roger stood there, his face as cold as frost, staring at the strong holy light coming through the window. The holy light contains endless pressure, which is the majesty that only belongs to the heaven!

His body suddenly trembled, and a pair of blue wings stretched unchecked on his back, stretching to the maximum, corresponding to the holy glory and majesty.

In the tide of holy light, Rogge stands like a mountain. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed his pair of blue wings, followed by a hoarse, angry and unyielding, beast-like roar!

Roger swayed, step by step, and walked out of the hall with difficulty.

Behind him, the pair of blue wings that once represented nobility and arrogance were lying on the floor, twitching slightly.

However, Rogge did not notice that Feng Yue, who should have been standing still, had turned her head at this moment and was staring at his leaving figure.