Blasphemy: （2）

This should have been a world of night, but now it has become a sea of ​​holy light.

The soft holy light is as substantial as the light snowflakes, floating and falling from the sky. The night that was supposed to be falling was driven to the corner by Shenghui.

At this moment, countless people across the entire continent of Gloria walked out of their homes and looked up in awe at this vision between heaven and earth, the greatest miracle ever recorded in history.

Night has turned into day.

The holy light that illuminates the sky is not the milky white that people usually see, but alternates between light gold and light blue, and occasionally other colors. The sky should have been so gorgeous, but the faint coercion contained in the pieces of holy light falling like snow made people feel awe when looking up at the sky.

Although the coercion in the Holy Glory is so faint that it is almost imperceptible, the trembling felt in the hearts of ordinary civilians and powerful men is no different, just like when they are in front of an ancient dragon. , whether it is a rabbit or a lion, they will be equally afraid.

Rogg stood on the long steps of the Great Temple of Light, looking up at the holy light falling in the sky, opening his mouth slightly and taking a deep breath.

What he blew out was a wisp of ice-blue breath.

The fat man no longer looked up at the holy light in the sky, pushed open the door of the Great Temple of Light, and strode in.

Roger has walked through this long and lonely corridor many times, and every time he walks, he will gain some different insights. But this time, from the moment he stepped onto this corridor, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. It felt like being on a deserted island and suddenly losing contact with another partner. It was sadness, loneliness, and a little panic.

Roger quickened his pace and arrived in front of the Pope's prayer room a moment later. Outside the old wooden door, Augustus was standing there, seemingly waiting for him.

Seeing Rogge's arrival, the Blood Angel silently took a step to the side to make way for Rogge. Rogge frowned slightly and came to the door, raising his hand to knock on the door. He raised his hand high, but finally landed gently on the door, stroking the mottled lines on the wooden door that represented the breath of time.

This door can no longer be opened.

The moment he touched the wooden door, Rogge felt that there was nothingness behind the door. The Pope and his prayer room had disappeared into the endless void and no longer existed. This is real nothingness. Different from the turbulence of space, the world of nothingness cannot accommodate any material existence, not even the soul can stay.

Roger stroked the wooden door for a long time, then turned to Augustus and asked seriously: "Your Majesty has left?"

Blood Angel nodded and said calmly: "Yes. His Majesty knows that you will come back, but he said that he can't wait until that time, so he asked me to wait for you here."

Roger raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Did he say anything?"

Augustus's voice gradually became lower and he said: "The moment before your Majesty left, his eyes had already seen the past and the future, and passed through the layers of fog that obscured the gods in heaven. What he asked me to tell you is, The leader of the twelve main gods now is Dismassen, the Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption. The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption are actually just two sides of the same entity."

The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption, are they one and the same? !

After a moment of silence, Rogge raised his head and said: "I understand, it turns out that destruction is the salvation of heaven. What heaven needs is purity, not tolerance."

Augustus gave a rare smile and said: "There has always been only one kind of brilliance in heaven. When has it ever been tolerant? Since the gods have chosen the best path for us, why should we be tolerant? What?"

Roger stared at Augustus for a long time, and then said slowly: "Dear Lord Augustus, if I am right, you are flowing with the purest radiance of heaven. What you just said It is indeed true, but your tone is not quite right, it is completely disrespectful to the gods in heaven."

Augustus smiled slightly and replied: "Dear Lord Rogge, if I see it correctly, you once carried the glory of Dismassen, the Lord of Destruction! Before you doubt my disrespect, , can you explain where the injury on your back came from?"

Roger's gaze gradually became sharp as he stared at Augustus. The edges of the scenery behind him were slightly blurred, as if a very light shadow enveloped them.

There seemed to be a breeze flowing in the corridor. A few strands of Augustus' brown-blond hair flew up quietly, broke into several pieces silently, and then disappeared without a trace in the wind, just like from Never appeared before.

Augustus stood calmly, as if he was completely unaware of the changes around him. He was neither on guard nor increasing his strength, he just looked at Rogge calmly.

The shadow that shrouded the corridor quietly subsided, and the frost on Rogge's face melted away at the same time. He smiled and said: "Dear Lord Augustus, forgive me for being rude just now. But I am indeed very strange. Or the reincarnated angels should have no judgment of their own and can only unconditionally obey the Lord God's oracle. But now it seems that this rule does not apply to you at all."

The Blood Angel smiled slightly again, with a little more kindness on his resolute and weather-beaten face, and said: "After the final judgment, perhaps the ordinary existences in this plane can be passed down for thousands of years without knowing it, until they become abandoned. At that moment in the land. However, those of us angels who have descended or reincarnated, our souls have been imprinted with this plane. Apart from being restored to the original energy, there is no other way to eliminate the rules of this plane space. The mark engraved on it. There has always been only one kind of radiance in heaven, so in the final judgment, we are the first to be cleansed. At that time, in a sense, I still existed, and all that disappeared was a consciousness called Augustus. That’s it. In fact, the only difference between me and other angels is that this consciousness named Augustus doesn’t want to disappear. So you see, I’m actually not much different, I just have some ideas of my own."

At this time, the holy light outside the window lit up again, reflecting the dim corridor as bright as day. This time the Holy Glory is light cyan and has extremely strong penetrating power. Under this unprecedented holy light, both the boulders and the walls became almost transparent.

At this moment, there is no corner in the entire plane for darkness to hide.

In this radiant holy light, Rogge and Augustus stood opposite each other, still chatting like good friends for many years.

"Dear Lord Augustus, when did there be a statue in the Temple of the Angel of Purgatory? Who is it?"

"No, there are still only eleven statues in the hall."

"Why did the Gate to the Heavenly Realm appear?"

"Your Majesty once said to me that in the entire long flow of time, change is the eternal theme. What once existed may not continue to happen. What has never appeared will not come before it begins. We can see , what we can control is really limited, so it is normal for results that exceed our expectations. Who stipulated that the twelve angel statues must be completed before the heaven can start building the gate to heaven?"

Rogg laughed and said: "That's true. But although there are indeed some things in this world that have a predetermined outcome, I still want to do it and see."

Augustus smiled and said: "To each other."

Rogg nodded and said: "In this case, I don't think there is any need for us to fight side by side, so we can just do our own thing. The time is almost up, and it's time for me to leave."

"Wait a minute." Augustus stopped Rogge and said, "There is something else I want to give you. This is something I personally give to you."

When the Blood Angel reached out, there was already something in his palm, something that Rogge had wanted for a long time.

It was a metal disk with a mysterious and cold atmosphere, and the surface of the disk was engraved with extremely fine patterns. When you look closely, you will find that these patterns are actually composed of symbols that are so small that they are almost indistinguishable. Moreover, these symbols are not engraved on the body of the disc, but slightly floating on the surface of the disc. These symbols were too small and too close to the metal disk. Even with Rogge's eyesight, he almost didn't notice that they were actually floating when he first saw them. When Rogge stared again, he found that these detailed symbols were flowing slowly. From the outside, they appear to be almost motionless. Even if decades or centuries pass, they may not be able to move a hair's length away. But judging by their own size, they are rushing at extremely fast speeds.

The patterns as thin as hair are actually magnificent rivers.

The entire disk is a world of its own, going around and around, constantly moving according to its own laws. Rogge stared at the disc and instantly realized that those tiny symbols were not just symbols. If you look carefully, you can see that each symbol is composed of countless smaller symbol patterns. From this point of view, perhaps each symbol is like this metal disk, forming a world of its own.

What about the more subtle symbols that make up this symbol? Can it be decomposed in the same way until it reaches infinity?

Roger felt slightly dizzy. He calmed down, concentrated slightly, and then looked away from the metal disk. The fat man gently stroked the metal disk, feeling secretly sighing in his heart.

Is this the law of space that Rodriguez wants to obtain in his lifetime?

Rogge asked Augustus: "I'm afraid this thing can't be taken out casually, right?"

Blood Angel said: "Why not? Anyway, the people guarding it have returned to the embrace of heaven. This thing is just an ownerless thing now. Since I can't understand it, why not show it to you."

Rogg put the metal disc recording the laws of space into his arms and sighed softly: "This thing is of no use to me anymore, just use it as a souvenir."

At this moment, when he got hold of this space law, Rogge couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart. Rodriguez has devoted his whole life to it. If he were here at this time, he would probably think it was not worth it.

The laws of space have endless mysteries. If given time, you may be able to comprehend the infinite power from them. But the problem lies precisely in giving time. If you want to understand something, the time you need to waste may be calculated in hundreds of years. Originally, both Rodriguez back then and Rogge now had nearly infinite lives, and a hundred years was just a snap of the fingers. But at this moment when the gate to heaven is being established, the only thing this plane lacks is time. And judging from the power displayed by the gods in the heavens, even if Rodriguez obtained the law of space, he was destined to have no time to research anything.

For Rogge, the seventh page of the Book of Hilo and the content contained in this space law are like the vast sea. He just stood on a small island and had a glimpse of a very limited piece of water. Not to mention how vast the world is underwater, even what he can see is just a small and insignificant area in the sea.

Since there is no time, and since there is still a lot of content that has not been understood even on the seventh page of the Book of Hilo, what use is there to Rogge with an additional space law? But since this was Rodriguez's wish back then, Fatty put away the Space Law at this moment just to fulfill this wish.

Roger said no more, turned around and walked out.

The Blood Angel hesitated for a moment ~IndoMTL.com~ and then asked: "Lord Rogge, let me ask a question that maybe you shouldn't ask. What you just used seems to be the power of the domain, but I don't feel that your domain has any Any special features, even the original domain-breaking characteristics have disappeared. Now your domain is a simple domain, nothing more. In this case, what is the use of having a domain?"

Rogge did not look back, just laughed and said: "What once existed may not continue to happen. What has never appeared will not come before it begins. Therefore, a field that is of no use at all must not exist. ?"

After that, he walked away. Augustus stayed alone in the corridor, frowned and thought for a moment, shook his head, and left slowly.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the night returned to its proper position. But in the middle of that day, there was an extra dazzling star. There were hundreds of shooting stars flying around the star that was almost as big as the blue moon. Occasionally, this star will burst into glory, and then rain large tracts of light. In the area where the light rain fell, people were surprised and delighted to find that this extremely gorgeous light rain was actually a rain of petals condensed from pieces of holy light.

In this rain of light, they heard bursts of hymns and praises to the gods.

So they knelt down, prayed, gave thanks, and no longer dared to look up at the stars hanging high in the sky, which represented the gods.