Blasphemy: （3）

The stars that never set shine in the sky, and the soft starlight and light rain fall on the heads of lucky and devout believers from time to time. Around the most brilliant stars, hundreds of flying shooting stars are equally beautiful.

Those are the angels. Some of the most devout believers say this to those around them.

The night is moving on.

Under the night, the glorious stars shine across the entire continent. This beautiful, mysterious, dreamlike night was very long.

The stars shine on majestic mountains, great rivers, deserts, and vast oceans, as well as on quiet and deep valleys everywhere.

The Elf Valley is still as quiet as ever. But on this night, this quiet and beautiful valley was a little different. In the past, the valley was filled with a peaceful and beautiful tranquility, but this night, the Elf Valley was enveloped in a deathly silence. Occasionally, one or two dusky crows would fly through the sky with their chirping, and they would hover, as if they wanted to find a meal in this dead silence. However, the rich and almost solid atmosphere in the valley made them shudder, and they would fly away into the distance.

The huge and majestic magic circle in the Elf Valley still exists, but all the magic symbols have lost their luster, and the magnificent temple that once floated in the air has become a dark boulder, tilted and sunk into the ground.

The cool night blew over the bodies of the elves. These elves lay quietly on the ground, as if they had fallen into the deepest sleep. They have different postures, and many of them still maintain the same movements as when they were alive, as if sleep fell on everyone at the same moment. In this dead Elf Valley, there is another figure moving.

Wearing a green robe, he had a graceful and upright figure, walking slowly among the prone elves, lifting the fallen elves up one by one, placing them in a peaceful supine position, and tidied them up slightly. Clothes that look messy. Occasionally, he would stand up straight and stretch his muscles as if he was extremely tired. I just don't know if he is tired mentally or physically.

The moment he stood up straight, his face lit up in the cold night. He was clear and calm. He was none other than Hughes. It's just that there are some knife-like lines on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which adds a lot of vicissitudes to him.

At this moment, the door of a windowless building in the corner of the valley suddenly opened, and a brilliant light shone out from the door, instantly lighting up the entire Elf Valley.

In this brilliance, Eiffel blew out of the building like the wind. She was dressed in exquisite armor, and a faint magical light mist rose from the armor, lingering around her. Smooth nail leaves protrude from the armor, which not only serve as decoration, but also appear to have offensive and defensive capabilities. Following her movements, the pale golden ponytail also danced in the air, flying and jumping.

Ai Feier holds a long bow in her hand. The bow is dark red and seems to be made of blood. The statues of the twelve great elf kings on the bow also look very ferocious. They do not look like peace-loving elves, but rather resemble the murderous blood elves.

With the flash of brilliance emitted by the armor, Eiffel could clearly see the entire Elf Valley. She stared blankly at the floating temple that had turned into a huge stone and the elves scattered on the ground. After a moment, she looked at Hughes who was still grooming the sleeping elves.

"Elder Hughes, your ritual failed?"

While carefully straightening the messy long hair of an elf girl, Hughes slowly replied: "It can't be said to be a failure, but I don't know if it is a success. All we need to do is to complete this ritual. As for the outcome, I guess I can’t see it anymore.”

Ephiel frowned and said: "Elder Hughes, you have been busy with this ceremony for these years. But I don't understand why it is necessary to wake up Shiloh? In my opinion, with what our plane can condense, With power, there is almost no possibility of awakening Shiloh. You are completely busy with a hopeless goal. And having said that, Shiloh had already failed once in front of the Lord God of Heaven. Over the years, it seems that those in Heaven have The main gods are not idle, but Hilo has been sleeping. Even if you wake it up, will such a loser reverse the entire situation?"

Xius stopped what he was doing and raised his head in surprise. He looked at Eiffel. This fully armed elf girl was as clear and simple as ever, but at this moment, she had a fierce murderous aura about her body.

Xius sighed softly and said: "Ephiel, this is not what a pious elf should say..."

"Why should we be pious? Is it just because piety is the tradition of the elves?" Eiffel asked back: "Actually, there is no difference between the way Hilo views the elves and the way the gods of heaven view the Illuminati. If it weren't for the gods of the heavens occupying this Plane, I am afraid that Hilo will treat the elves in the same way tens of millions of years later. So, why should I be pious?"

Xius raised his eyebrows, his face showed slight anger, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. But Eiffel's clear eyes met Hughes's without flinching.

After a while, Xius sighed, his expression suddenly looked very desolate and lonely. His eyes slowly swept across the elves in the valley, and sighed: "Effier, what you said...can't be said to be wrong. So let us forget Shiloh. Anyway, there is no time in this plane. Now the two of us I am already the last elf in this plane. You don’t want to fight with me at this time, do you?”

Ephiel was silent for a moment, and her long fingers that were holding the Dark Blood Longbow finally relaxed. Looking at the dead Elf Valley, this simple and direct Elf girl also had unconcealable sadness and confusion in her eyes.

A faint layer of mist covered those starry eyes.

"Elder Hughes, you...why do you want to turn all the elves into Shiloh's sacrifices? I really don't know, you spent countless efforts and hundreds of years to prepare this magic circle , unexpectedly... was actually used for this purpose. Since they cannot escape destruction in the end, and since they are also in despair, why not let them die gloriously in battle, but die under this illusory glory?"

Xius straightened his body and looked up at the high night sky. Under the shadow of the stars, he looked like a standing ancient pine, proud, tall and lonely.

Xius did not give an answer to Eiffel's question. Perhaps only the gods in the dark would know whether Hughes did not want to answer or was unable to answer.

Ephiel did not wait for Hughes's answer, but turned around and walked out of the valley. She walked through the many elves, and with every step she took, the light on her armor and longbow dimmed a little. The pale golden ponytail no longer jumped, but fell straight down, like a solid golden waterfall.

At this moment, Eiffel's footsteps suddenly stopped. She raised her head, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and looked into the night sky.

The star that represents the divine brilliance shines brightly without knowing when. For a moment, the shining aqua-blue brilliance completely overwhelms the blue moon in a corner of the night sky. The number of meteors flying around the stars has quietly doubled.

Another burst of brilliant light rain fell from the sky.

Different from the light rain that fell before, this time the light rain was much more gorgeous. Among the countless falling flowers, dozens of meteors hovering around the stars also landed together.

Ai Feier retracted the slender and white fingers of her right hand one by one and grasped the dark blood longbow tightly. There seemed to be traces of invisible murderous aura emanating from between her fingers.

Bah!

The ribbon that bound Eiffel's hair suddenly broke, and her long pale golden hair immediately lost its restraint and started flying in the night sky.

Although there is no wind.

Ai Feier began to walk out of the Elf Valley again.

Xius suddenly said: "Aren't you going to go to him? There is really not much time left."

Aiffel said without looking back: "I know, but I won't go find him. I don't want him to see me fall, and similarly, I don't want to see him fall either. . So it’s better for each of us to go our separate ways and not meet each other!”

Her clear words echoed endlessly in the valley, and her figure had long disappeared into the night.

Xius looked at the direction where Eiffel's figure disappeared and remained motionless for a long time. It wasn't until the gorgeous light rain under the night had disappeared that he shook his head and sighed: "You kid, why don't you want to leave? This is neither his war nor your war. This is... mine War..."

He stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head, and looked up at the stars that never set in the night sky, as if he had turned into a statue.

For a moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the dead Elf Valley, which sounded like the sound of broken porcelain.

From this moment on, the nights in the mainland are no longer peaceful.

To the east of the continent, on the shore of the ocean, stands a tall tower that winds upward. This is the residence and magic laboratory of the great mage Beauvolta and his disciples. Beauvoir has a bad temper, is moody, and hates anyone disturbing his research, so he chose this uninhabited land to build his tower.

Whether you like it or not, building a high tower is an unwritten tradition among the great magisters on the mainland. It seems that not doing so is not enough to highlight the identity of the great magister.

Bovetta has already discovered the stars that never set in the night sky, but his interest is entirely in the elemental creatures in the alien plane, and an important research is at a critical juncture, so he does not care about this.

But he didn't expect uninvited visitors to visit his tower so soon.

In the soft glow and faint chants, the three angels slowly landed on the large terrace of the magic tower. Under the night, the wings behind them were so white that they were even dazzling.

The leading angel had a very soft face, and she gently knocked on the terrace door. A slight knock was followed by a hoarse roar:

"Who's out there? Damn it, you made this place so bright! All my magic experiments are ruined! Damn it, no matter who you are, you can't leave this place alive tonight. There are dozens of hungry elemental creatures!"

With a thunderous roar, a short, fat old man holding a long magic staff opened the terrace door forcefully. When he saw the three angels standing on the terrace clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the three angels carefully.

After a moment, the old man said in a loud voice that was incompatible with his body: "So you are angels who came directly from the heaven! It is indeed unexpected, but I am not interested in the heaven now, and I am not interested in the respected Supreme God. Let’s talk about faith. You go, I won’t care about the failure of this experiment. Otherwise, my combat power of alien creatures may not be much worse than that of you angels..."

Bovetta was only halfway through his words when he was drowned by the sudden surge of blood in his throat. He lowered his head in astonishment and looked at the sword blade that suddenly appeared on his chest in confusion. This is a huge sword, with a faint celestial flame still burning on the blade. The area around Beauvota's wound had already turned into charcoal, so he felt no pain.

He raised his head with difficulty, pointed at the expressionless angel in front of him, and babbling, but his last spell could never be completed. He paused his magic wand again, trying to summon his disciples, but there was no response.

"Dear Sir, you have made two mistakes." The angel in front of you said in a flat voice: "First, you should not blaspheme the Lord God. Second, there are more than three of us here."

A huge pillar of fire soared into the sky, and its momentum did not slow down until it was a hundred meters high. In the torch that illuminated the seashore, the magic tower collapsed.

Westwood is a small city, but almost everyone in the Austro-Hungarian Empire does not know this small town. The only reason is that Westwood has a small knight academy that is famous for cultivating the best knights. Marquis Huaxi, who presides over the academy, is over eighty years old. When he was young, he was an imperial marshal and was famous in the history of the Austro-Hungarian Empire for possessing the power of the Holy Realm. After retiring, he devoted all his energy to this knight academy.

The Marquis is a devout Christian. So when the stars appeared in the night, his old face also lit up with light. However, the Marquis was also a true soldier, so although this night was special, he still forced all the students to go to bed on time, and he walked to the bedroom as usual.

When the Marquis opened the bedroom door, he was pleasantly surprised to find two angels floating in his room.

"Praise the gods in heaven!" The old Marquis clasped his hands on his chest, raised his head to the sky, and prayed excitedly: "You sent an angel ~IndoMTL.com~ to lead me into your kingdom..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burning pain in his chest. The Marquis looked at the angel in front of him in disbelief, watching him insert the sudden huge sword into his chest without expression.

At this moment, the sword's advance was so slow that the old Marquis could even see the faint holy flame on the sword's edge burning the flesh and blood around his wound!

"Oh God...this is...why..." The Marquis gasped for air, and his eyes began to wander. In the corner of his eye, he could already see the light of fire reaching into the sky.

The answer did not come from the angel in front of me, but from a faint voice behind me.

"Because there is no place for you in the kingdom of the gods, whether you are pious or not."

The Marquis suddenly understood.

He suddenly felt that this voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. The moment before he fell into darkness, he finally remembered where he had heard this voice.

That was on the battlefield of the decisive battle between the North and the South. This voice belongs to the Pope of the North, Rogge.