Blasphemy: 1 New Year’s Eve

Chapter 1 New Year When Rogge opened his eyes again, the first thing that broke into his consciousness was the slow and long sound of the bell. The aftertaste of one sound was about to die, and then another sound rose slowly, endlessly, endlessly. Breath seems to be the only sound that exists in the world.

He turned his heavy head and looked around. This time there was no one in the room, only himself lying alone on the bed. Rogge suddenly felt a little strange. Why didn't he see Froya's figure when he woke up twice?

A series of questions followed, where have the others gone? Has the ice goddess fallen? How is the battle going at Auburn Hills? Are the troops coming to support from the principality safe?

Roger's mind was in confusion, and the last bell ringing outside the window was particularly distant. The sound was rich and loud, and if you listened closely, there were echoes and resonances mixed in. It was clearly like many bells being struck at the same time. Only then did he recognize that it was the ringing of the New Year's Eve bell.

"So...it's a new year again..." Rogge's consciousness sank into darkness again.

At this moment, Froya was listening to the New Year's bell like Rogge. She stood in front of the window and looked up at the night sky. It wasn't until the last reverberation of the bell dissipated in the air that she closed the window and shrank. He quickly ran to the fireplace and heated his little hands, which were already red with cold, close to the fire.

Froya was not the only one in the room. Gemma was anxiously walking back and forth in the room. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were unkempt, and her snow-white robe was covered in bloodstains, making her look even more hideous.

This is an ordinary mansion in Mongla City. The small town of Monglat, not far from Richelieu, has always been famous for its devout belief in the goddess of ice and snow. Gemma came here specifically because the priest Dwight in this city was a magician she personally taught. He had extremely firm beliefs and always respected her.

At this time, the situation in the religious war had changed dramatically. After the Ice and Snow Goddess once again demonstrated her miracles, the brutal religious war came to an abrupt end, and the Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom was unexpectedly appointed as the servant of God by the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Several important figures headed by the Silver Holy Cult were accused in the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess as blasphemers and devils who took advantage of the goddess's sleep to pursue their selfish desires. The biggest blasphemer among them is Jima!

So when Jima sneaked back to the vicinity of the Imperial Capital, she was shocked to find that she had become a heretic devil wanted by the Silver Holy Religion! Gemma was sad and angry. She didn't know how Mora became the servant of the Silver Holy Cult, but she knew that all the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess must be the conspiracy of Rogge and Mora.

For the first time in her life, Gemma hated the natural charm so much.

Gemma, whose life was in jeopardy, knew that she was unable to face Rogge head-on, and she was unwilling to take action against these deceived goddess believers, so she quietly brought Froya to Mongla City, trying to get rid of her Favorite disciple here to get some help.

But the agreed time has passed, why didn’t her disciple come as promised? Gemma felt vaguely uneasy, her heart tightened, and she coughed loudly again. Froya looked up at her, sighed, lowered her head and continued to warm her little hands, which were still cold.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. However, not only did Gemma's face show no joy, it showed solemnity and a hint of sadness. Her magic power is no worse than when she was in her prime. She has already noticed that there are more than ten people with strong martial arts skills surrounding this small building. They certainly don't mean well.

The door opened.

A thin middle-aged man walked in. When he saw Jima, he immediately showed joy and comfort. Then his eyes fell on Froya again, and he was obviously startled. However, his absence was only for a moment, and he quickly recovered and bowed deeply to Gemma.

But Jima stood motionless, the jumping magic flames shining on her livid face, making those twisted wrinkles even more terrifying. Her voice was cold and low, and she said: "Dwight! Why is this?"

The middle-aged man trembled slightly, stood up straight, looked at Jima, and said in surprise: "Teacher Jima, you have discovered it? How is this possible? All your divine power should have disappeared."

Jima snorted coldly and said sharply: "Dwight, I can see that you don't have the natural charm of Mora's goblin. Why is this? As a divine magician of the goddess, Why betray the goddess and why help the goddess’s enemies?”

Dwight was silent for a while, his expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Teacher Jima, I have to do this, although it is difficult for me to understand this matter. I have never had any faith in the great goddess of ice and snow. I have been shaken, and it is not a conspiracy for the respected Miss Mora to become a servant of the gods. Pursuing you... is an oracle issued by the goddess of ice and snow herself!"

"This is impossible! This is a conspiracy! The great goddess of ice and snow was clearly plotted by the blasphemer, her power was severely damaged, and she fell into a deep sleep! How could she issue an oracle? This is the most despicable and shameless thing Conspiracy!" Gemma screamed.

"Teacher Gemma... I never thought that you... are actually a blasphemer who betrayed the goddess!" Dwight looked at Gemma, his face was extremely complicated, it seemed to be sad, but also seemed to be regretful, and then In the end, his face slowly turned as cold as ice: "blasphemer Jima, at least hundreds of devout believers have listened to the oracle of the ice and snow goddess, and I am one of them. As the goddess's magician, of course I can Distinguish the authenticity of the goddess's oracle. I'm afraid the divine power you have now is no longer given by the goddess, blasphemer! Admit it, you are the devil's spokesperson!"

As Dwight shouted, more than ten warriors rushed into the room through the windows and doors.

A cold air suddenly surged out of the room, and large swaths of ice flowers suddenly bloomed on the ground. As soon as they touched the warrior's feet, they immediately climbed up and quickly condensed into ice. These ice flowers had special resistance to the cold. The ice warrior was also fixed in place, unable to move forward.

For a while, the room was filled with snow!

Dwight secretly yelled something bad and quickly chanted a curse. But when his cold-proof barrier was completed, both Gemma and Froya in the room had disappeared, and only the magical afterglow of a random portal was still shining faintly.

One day later.

"So, you had a chance to catch her, but you let her run away?" Rogge, wrapped in a heavy fur, frowned.

The person standing in the center of the study at this moment is Dwight, Gemma's disciple. He replied: "Yes. I originally thought that she should have lost all the divine power given by the great ice and snow goddess, but I never thought that she could still activate the powerful ice ring, and she also had the scroll of the portal hidden in her body, so I failed to capture her, and I failed to rescue Miss Froya."

Dwight's tone was cold and indifferent, and he had no respect for Rogge at all. As a devout believer of the Ice and Snow Goddess, although he would obey all the goddess's oracles, and therefore obeyed Mora and Rogge, he really could not eliminate his dislike for Rogge. After all, Rogge had ordered the massacre of a large number of Holy Cult believers.

Rogg frowned, picked up a letter on the table, read it several times, then raised his head and asked: "You just said that the goddess of ice and snow has designated Gemma in her oracle. Blasphemer, are you sure?"

Dwight said coldly: "I am the magician of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and I will not be wrong about the goddess's oracle. Even though I want to kill you, the goddess's servant Mora asked me to obey It was your arrangement, so I came."

Roger smiled slightly, handed the letter in his hand to Dwight, and said: "Okay! Jima will come to you again. Just tell her and ask her to specify a time and place, and I will definitely go. ”

Dwight was startled, took the letter and looked at it, his expression immediately changed slightly. The letter was written by Gemma to Rogge, asking Rogge to seal off his magic power and go to the place designated by her alone, otherwise he would kill Froya. As for the specific time and place, she would let Dwight notify him separately.

Dwight didn’t wait to finish reading, and immediately said loudly: "I am devout in my belief in the goddess of ice and snow, and there is no way I would collude with the blasphemers!"

Roger smiled and said: "I know this! Of course the goddess and the servant of the **** know better. You go back, I think Jima will come to you again soon, and then you will tell her what I said."

After Dwight withdrew, Roger took a deep breath and slumped weakly on the chair, his face becoming extremely pale for a moment. The fat man smiled bitterly. Even if he didn't close his magic power at this moment, he would definitely not be able to use any magic.

In the early morning this morning, Rogge had just woken up, and this time he was finally able to summon the servant to help him get up and change clothes. But his body was still extremely weak, and even the most powerful mental power in the past was as weak as a flame swaying in a storm. He had no idea how he returned to Richelieu, and after asking the servants in the house, Rogge found that none of the strong men were there. And all his memories ended at the moment when he chopped open the Ice and Snow Goddess. He still didn't know the outcome of killing the god, and he didn't even know why he fell into a coma.

About that battle, the last clear shot in his mind was the ice and snow goddess slowly turning her head. Did the goddess's counterattack affect other people?

With some difficulty, Rogge raised his hand and pressed his throbbing forehead, and there was a magnificent figure lingering in front of his eyes.

He really couldn't forget the smile on Odaireh's lips and the cold and smooth hand that held him tenderly.

When he thought about this, Rogge's heart immediately jumped wildly.

Is this real or just a dream? He couldn't tell the difference.

Roger was a little surprised by his lustful heart. He never thought that he would be so lustful and bold, that he would have such blasphemous thoughts towards a goddess with unfathomable power, and also Has been put into practice. However, this seems to be somewhat different from lust, or not just lust. So what exactly is it?

Roger changed his sitting posture. Even such a small movement seemed to consume a lot of his energy. The body that used to be as strong as a monster weakened like an old man. Rogge felt that his mind was in chaos, as if everything was slowly getting out of his control, and he was no longer as calm as before, with everything under control. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then he felt a little better.

His head hurts more and more.

When Rogge dismissed his servants and sat alone in the study, meditating, the scene of Audreyh flying over with the death scythe reappeared in his mind. Although his body is weak now, his mind is clear enough. He can be sure that it is not a dream, and the familiar arc and breath are clearly Feng Yue's death sickle! But why did it appear in the hands of Odeleh?

Rogg felt vaguely that there seemed to be a translucent film just within his reach, and all the truth was hidden behind it. He saw some visions, but they were distorted. Maybe just by raising his hand, he could pierce this membrane and get satisfactory answers to the many questions and puzzles accumulated in his heart. But he didn't know how to lift his arm, nor how to pierce the membrane.

Rogg smiled bitterly and shook his head. Feng Yue had obviously woken up and returned to his side. But what are you making random guesses about? What's more, this idea is so ridiculous.

It’s just that there must be some relationship between Fengyue and Odairehe that he doesn’t know about, and the people around him seem to be hiding something from him intentionally or unintentionally. Rogge decided to ask Feng Yue directly.

He concentrated and tried to call Fengyue, but there was no response. It seems that although Fengyue has woken up, her temper is still the same as before, and she mostly ignores his calls.

At this moment, Feng Yue's clearly angry mental fluctuation suddenly came: "I'm busy! I'll talk about it later if I have something to do!"

Roger was stunned on the spot.

He immediately tried to call Feng Yue again, but as expected, this time there was no result.

His heart suddenly moved, and he turned around to see Macbeth, who was like a shadow standing in the room at some point.

Macbeth looked at Rogge carefully for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "Fortunately, your life was finally saved, but your otherworldly cursed purgatory has been destroyed."

Roger’s expression changed drastically!

He has tried to run the otherworldly cursed purgatory several times, but every time he uses magic power, it immediately causes severe pain in the chest and abdomen. The fat man thought that the injury was not healed, so he could not activate the magic power, but he never thought that the otherworldly cursed purgatory that he always relied on as a last resort had been destroyed!

The fat man was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked, "Why is this? Is there any way to recover?"

Macbeth pondered for a while, as if he was considering his words, and then said: "During the last battle that day, the power of the goddess of nature in your body was suddenly fully activated, and you transformed into a clone of the goddess of nature, and took away I have to admit that the world of gods is too vast and magical for us. I don’t know how the goddess of nature’s insignificant divine power can grow into a clone of a god, nor do I know how she steals What is the godhead of the departed Ice and Snow Goddess? So far, the only thing I know is that the godhead snatched away by the Nature Goddess is related to the last blow that the Ice and Snow Goddess failed to deliver. After the Nature Goddess's clone takes shape and escapes from your body At that time, it took away almost all your strength and vitality, and completely destroyed the inside of your body. Audreyh repaired your body, but she could not preserve the otherworldly cursed purgatory for you."

Macbeth paused, as if to comfort Rogge, and said: "In fact, this may not be a good thing. The demon's cultivation method always has flaws of one kind or another, even if it is the cultivation of the royal family, The same is true for the method. Whether it is the absolute level of magic power that can be achieved or the speed of strength growth, it is not satisfactory. You can definitely have a better choice. But although Audreyh has specifically told you not to interfere with you Regarding the choice of cultivation methods, I can't give you any advice. But what I can tell you is that Audreyh has never been satisfied with the speed of your strength improvement. Of course, if you want to practice the otherworldly cursed purgatory again, Yes, as long as we can find a strong enough victim."

Rogg smiled bitterly. Looking back, it seemed that neither Audrey nor Feng Yue had ever been satisfied with their own strength. But once he thought of Audreyh's black hair and eyes, Rogge always had some uncontrollable feelings, but what this feeling was, he couldn't explain clearly, nor could he figure it out.

"What was the final result of that day?"

Macbeth sighed and said slowly: "The outcome of that battle... is of course victory, our victory. All the divinity of the Ice and Snow Goddess was taken away, and all traces of her existence were erased. From that moment on Come on, this plane is missing another god."

Successfully killing a **** is a great achievement that most powerful men would never even dream about throughout their lives. For some reason, Macbeth was not excited at all when talking about it, but Rogge heard it at the moment, There was also an indescribable heaviness in my heart.

"Then why did Dwight, the magician of the Silver Holy Cult, say that he can still feel the existence of the Ice and Snow Goddess and hear her oracles? He should be able to tell whether the Ice and Snow Goddess's divine power is real. Fake?" Roger asked.

"That's because the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess that he sensed is real." Macbeth sighed, and then said: "After Audreyh obtained the Godhead of the Ice and Snow Goddess, he did not fuse it into himself. With divine power, her choice is... to replace the goddess of ice and snow!"

After hearing the news, the strange heavy feeling in Rogge's heart became more obvious.

"Replacement?"

"Yes, substitution. Even if most of the so-called strong men in this plane are lucky enough to defeat an unlucky **** with the weakest power, they often don't know how to peel off the godhead, so that they can also Embark on the road to becoming a god. All they can do is seal. In addition, fusing the godhead with their own power, so that it can completely become their own power, is another way. And we not only know how Only in this way can all the divine power be extracted from the goddess of ice and snow, and because of the power of Odaireh, the third option, substitution, becomes possible. In addition to missing the part of the divine power that was taken away by the goddess of nature, you are completely It can be considered that the current Odaireh is the goddess of ice and snow."

Roger nodded, he finally understood.

It’s just that he doesn’t know that Audreyh has no divine personality... In any case, judging from the situation of that day’s battle, the domain and power of the Ice and Snow Goddess far surpass Audreyh, and she can replace the Ice and Snow Goddess for her. For her, it is undoubtedly a huge improvement. But why can't I be happy at all?

"Is there anything else you want to tell me about Audreyh?" Rogge looked at Macbeth and asked suddenly.

Macbeth seemed to have known that Rogge would ask this question, and immediately gave Rogge a meaningful look and said: "You have too many things to know about Audreyhe. But these should not be done by me. Tell you, I won’t tell you. All answers need to be discovered by yourself. And the key to discovering the answers is power, absolute power! Although there is really not much time left for you, everything is still there It’s too late, if you are willing to increase your strength with all your strength.”

Rogg looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, and nodded after a long time: "Power... Okay, I know! Where are the rest of us? Froya fell into Jima's hands, I need Help."

Macbeth said: "I have been looking for Froya for a few days. But Gemma has hidden it very cleverly, and the power she is using now is also very strange. It has nothing to do with the power of the ice goddess. Otherwise, Audrey He has been able to lock her position a long time ago. Now everyone else is by the goddess's side, and they each have their own tasks. Only Elder Hughes can help you in this matter."

"Xius?" Rogge smiled slightly. With this old fox by his side, he always felt very at ease.

Macbeth smiled and nodded, and his figure gradually faded away. Before leaving, he still said: "Don't forget power! Power is everything!"

In an isolated pasture in the north of Richelieu, bursts of hoarse screams echoed. The screams were like night owls, like ghosts crying, and even somewhat similar to the screams of the dead banshees.

This is an old and simple ranch. There was a roaring fire burning in the fireplace in the living room, but the slightest bit of cold wind from the walls and windows easily dispelled the slight warmth.

Froya threw pieces of dry firewood into the fireplace one after another, and stared at the bright and warm fire with her beautiful green eyes. However, the focus of her vision was the void behind the flames, and her heart had already escaped from this small pasture and drifted into the distance.

Behind Froya, Jima was rolling on the ground, letting out cries of extreme pain. She kept tearing the white hair on her head with both hands, using such force that sometimes she even tore off the white hair with the leather and flesh in strands!

The screams lasted for a period of time, reaching the limit of human desire, and then quickly weakened. Apart from the sharp sounds of wind, the only sound in the living room was Gemma's breathing like a bellows.

Froya came back to her senses, she sighed, knowing that Gemma really couldn't bear the torture of the curse, and finally stabbed herself with the dagger again. Although Froya did not recognize the origin of the dagger, she knew with her rich knowledge of magic that every time Gemma stabbed herself, her remaining life would be shortened again.

"Even if the goddess of ice and snow still exists, it is obvious that she has abandoned you. Why are you bothering?" Froya finally couldn't help but said.

Jima sat on the ground and sorted out her messy appearance. She looked at Froya's face as clear and beautiful as snow peaks and icy lotus. She didn't lose her temper. She just sighed heavily and said slowly: "You are very charming. Since Rogge will be crazy about you, it will be even more... Needless to say about other men. Forty years ago... I was young and beautiful. At that time, because of a man, I was so disheartened that I chose to join the Silver Holy Cult. However, I immediately sensed the existence of the Ice and Snow Goddess. , and has since become a devout magician. In the past forty years, the whole meaning of my life has been to spread the belief in the goddess of ice and snow. A beautiful girl like you must have everything at your fingertips, so how could it be possible? Will they understand those of us who can give up everything for a belief?"

"Who would be crazy about me! Even if there is someone, it definitely won't be that **** fat guy..." Froya yawned lazily, and then said: "The goddess of ice and snow has sent down an oracle. Kill you, why are you still clinging to her belief? I think you can just exchange me for tens of thousands of gold coins, and then live in peace and quiet! That's it, even that **** fat guy may not agree! ”

"The one who sent the oracle is not the real goddess of ice and snow, I can feel it! She can fool Dwight, but she can't fool me." Gemma said with a gloomy face.

The human New Year is consistent with the Elven New Year. It's already a frozen season in the northern land, but the Oracle City is still as warm as spring. Under the suitable temperature, the elves are as busy as ever. Elves love both beautiful things and neatness. Therefore, daily cleaning, craft making, home decoration and other activities are enough to take up most of their time. In addition, the elves have limited time to study magic, make equipment, and smelt some rare metals and magic materials.

In the Temple of God's Envoy, the door of a quiet room suddenly opened, and Eiffel ran out of the room like a gust of wind. There was still a faint divine light that had not completely dissipated around her body.

There was a crisp sound of chains clashing at the end of the corridor. Constantine ran out from the corner with a bucket of water in one hand and a rag in the other. He shouted: "What are you doing? Shenghui still has time to meditate. It’s not over yet! Come back quickly!”

Eiffel ignored the shouting Constantine and ran all the way to the terrace, staring at the majestic Central Mountains in the distance, her beautiful eyebrows already knitted together.

"What's wrong?" Constantine asked doubtfully. Following her gaze, he saw that the mountains were covered with snow and there was nothing unusual about them.

"I suddenly felt very disturbed and uncomfortable, and a little nauseous, as if I smelled an unbearable stench, so I had to interrupt my meditation. The source seemed to be in that direction." Ai Mayfair frowned and pointed to the distant mountains.

Constantine looked in the direction Eiffel pointed. He stretched out his neck, facing the wind blowing from afar, and sniffed hard a few times. His face became slightly more solemn, and he said: "Indeed, this is the stench of the beasts! It seems that the beasts deep in the Central Mountains People are a little restless again. But they are very far away from here. Even if these low-intelligence orcs can find the right path in the mountains, it will take a month to run to the Oracle City to cause trouble. So you use Don’t worry about the safety of this city, go back and meditate right now! Without enough divine power to support it, all the magic you use will be just useless tricks.”

Aiffel's crystal-clear gaze fell on Constantine's face, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Your nose is really good!" She said suddenly, blinking her wide eyes.

Constantine was stunned, then coughed a few times and turned away hastily.

"Ah, I can't meditate yet, there is still one unfinished task!" Eiffel said hurriedly, as if she remembered something again.

"What job? I'll do it for you!" Constantine said with a wry smile.

Aifeier pointed to IndoMTL.com in another direction and said: "Three thieves stole my things. I just sensed that the thing appeared in that direction, and those thieves must be there too. I have to get my things back and punish them by the way. If I go late, if they run away again, where will I find them?"

Constantine smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I'll get the things back for you, and catch the thieves and let you deal with them. That's all right! What did you throw away?"

"It's the armor leaves of a piece of armor. Oh, this is its breath." A faint black mist rose from Effier's hand, and golden threads shone in the mist.

She waited for Constantine to remember the aura of the demon lotus, looked the cardinal up and down, shook her head and said: "Forget it, I'll go for it! The three of them are very powerful, Wan Once you lose your life, I will feel very sorry."

Constantine didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "It doesn't matter! As long as there are not three holy realms waiting for me, I can get your things back."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of chains, Constantine rose into the sky, went away, and finally disappeared into the distant clouds.

Ephiel smiled lightly, her smile pure and flawless, like the aquatic mint blooming in the Elf Lake.